Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

7. Y/N's 'Practice' (Part 2)

Soon enough, there was a scream, and then the thumping of feet as people started to run. Y/N stood up, casually walking to the edge of the roof and looking down.

The few civilians out and about were running away from a small group of masked people. Two looked to be women, the other three men. They all dressed in black, loose clothing, with matching balaclavas. No weapons were visible besides bulges under their clothing.

They barged a few people to the ground and approached the door to the jeweller's store. There were probably supposed to be security guards out front, but now there was no sign of them. Cowards.

The fruit stall owner started to run, but one of the robbers moved supernaturally fast, cutting the fleeing woman off and tossing her to the ground.

Y/N sighed, and jumped off the roof of the jeweller's, landing on the ground and rolling.

His body ached, and he groaned softly. Lucky it wasn't so high up.

Five guns were simultaneously drawn, pointing at Y/N. Even the one that had just attacked the woman had his gun drawn, showing some good reflexes.

Y/N nodded, looking at the assortment of weapons in front of him. "Hey guys..."

He quickly shot a glance behind him into the jewellery shop. There was one attendee hiding behind the counter, who Y/N quickly gave a reassuring nod to.

"So, there's been a few complaints recently, and I just wanna ask if you guys could stop this shit?" Y/N smiled openly at the five.

One of them spat at him, the saliva spattering at his feet. "Fuck off, idiot. Or-"

Y/N cut him off. "You'll put a bullet in me? Thanks, but I got those exact words at least twice yesterday."

The teen strolled towards one of the robbers, who tightened her grip on her gun. Completely ignoring the tense woman. "Hey, do you mind if I try an apple? Looks really nice."

He spoke to the frightened fruit stall owned on the floor, who nodded quickly. "Thanks."

Y/N took a bite out of an apple, feeling the sweet taste explode in his mouth. "That's so good." He closed his eyes in bliss, before showing the fruit to the confused robbers.

"You guys want some? I'll pay."

The criminals closed in on Y/N, the one with a quirk getting up close and personal in his face.

"You little brat." The fast one gave his gun to one of his friends, then punched Y/N hard in the stomach.

The breath went right out of the smiling teen's lungs, and the woman on the floor gasped in fear.

Y/N dropped to the floor, on his knees and clutching his chest while laughing. "Good punch there. Good form."

The speedy robber gestured for the rest of his group to get on with what they were doing, which I assumed was robbing the store. He turned back to Y/N, who had stood up, and tried to punch him in the face.

Y/N dodged to the side, before stroking his fingers softly along his opponent's face. His e/c eyes flared purple.

He only took a bit of energy, but that was enough to make the older man crumple to his hands and knees, staring at the floor. "You don't look so good there."

Y/N left the man there, using his newfound energy to teleport to the other robbers in the store. The first one reacted fast, pulling up her gun and firing, but Y/N's form turned intangible before the bullet could hit him.

The sound was deafening in the closed space, all the other robbers turning to face Y/N. Guns were out and pointed at his head.

Y/N sighed, letting his form become solid for a split second. Three of the robbers took the opportunity to try to shoot him, the bullets unfortunately whistling right through the boy's face and into the masked woman's head.