Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

20. Drug Bust?

A few days later, Y/N was perched on a rooftop like Spiderman, peering down into a narrow alleyway near the centre of Musutafu.

He was dressed in the hero uniform he'd bought, his black cloak covering his body and blending perfectly into the night. After buying it, he'd shown Snipe, who had been suitably impressed.

Y/N thought back. "How much did that cost you? Looks really good."

He'd played it off as a normal cloak, keeping its enhanced abilities secret.

Several young men and teens were clustered at the end of the alley, muttering between themselves as plastic packages of powder and stacks of money were exchanged.

Y/N sighed, hopping down into the alley and walking towards the group at the end. He held his own large stack of cash in his hands.

"Hey."

A few of them turned simultaneously, laughing at his outfit. Y/N supposed it was expected - he looked like the stereotypical villain from some cliche Netflix show.

Some of the younger teens were a bit more cautious, shoving the things they were dealing in their pockets to hide them from view.

Most of them didn't seem fazed, and found it even more hilarious when Y/N pulled back his hood to reveal his youthful face.

"Get lost, kid. What are you supposed to be anyway, knockoff batman?"

Y/N put a hurt expression on his face, before handing one of the men his money. "Can I have whatever you're doing here?"

The man hesitated slightly, looking down at the teen with an expression that was supposed to be intimidating. He passed Y/N a small packet of light blue crystals.

"Figure out how to use it yourself - and if you rat us out, you're dead."

Y/N grinned, pocketing the drug. "I'm not new to this. Is it pure?"

The man glanced at the rest of the people in the alley nervously, before putting on a fake smile. "Of course, it's 100% pure."

Y/N wasn't convinced in the slightest, but he nodded, walking out of the alleyway through the entrance rather than the rooftop.

He got his phone out as soon as he was out of sight of the group, and called Snipe's agency.

"Hello?" Y/N recognised his boss's English accent.

"Yeah, hi, it's Y/N here. There's a group of people dealing drugs at my location. I'll just share it with you now." Y/N flicked to his maps app, and shared his current location with Snipe.

He heard the man tapping his computer. "What ages, and what kind of drugs?"

Y/N thought for a second. "Mostly teens and younger adults, both dealers and buyers. I saw some sort of white powder, and I bought what looks to be a few grams of crystal meth."

Snipe sucked in a breath. "Any weapons visible?"

Y/N replied in the negative, and heard a few more taps of the keyboard. "I'm calling the police to your location. Get away, they might also arrest you because you're a new student who isn't very recognizable."

"Okay."

Y/N hung up, smiling to himself as he scaled the side of the building quickly, pulling himself up to the rooftop with a grunt.

The boy's job for the last few days had been boring.

Snipe's agency was much more different than others, focusing on field skills and a true taste of life as a hero. That meant lots of patrolling, and very little time actually fighting villains.

The hero had said that Y/N needed to learn both restraint with his quirk, and teamwork. For now though, he was giving Y/N tips on patrolling the city.

Instead of doing it how Y/N wanted, which was to head down there and beat them up, he had to follow all these boring rules like always calling a superior and keeping out of danger.

He hadn't been in a proper fight since the sports festival, and the boy was itching to challenge himself.

Y/N reached under his cloak, taking out a dart gun. The boy had picked up the gun and a single quirk-erasing cartridge this morning before heading to Snipe's Agency.

He didn't think he would use it, but it was nice to have nonetheless. The case was just sitting there, and he hadn't used a single bullet yet.

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After a few minutes, police cars pulled up outside the alleyway, their bright lights and sirens alerting the entire group of dealers huddled at the end.

Most of them tried to make a break for it out of the alleyway towards the police cars, which wasn't the smartest idea.

A few stayed in the alley as the uniformed officers hopped out of their cars, shouting orders and screaming at the dealers.

But there were two that looked calmer than the others - the man Y/N had bought his stuff from, and another younger boy.

They had both started climbing, using seemingly invisible handholds and footholds to push themselves up and over the wall cutting off the alleyway at the end.

The pair tumbled over the edge, none of the police noticing the two slip out of their grasp, and Y/N sighed, tucking the dart gun he was holding into his cloak.

"Can't anybody do things by themselves?"

Y/N dropped from the rooftop onto the wall the two escapees had climbed over, and from there to the ground.

They were running at top speed away, and Y/N followed, pulling up his hood to hide his face as he sprinted after them.

Unlike the police, Y/N didn't announce his presence with loud sirens, so they didn't notice the black-clad figure chasing them.

The two males took a turn directly onto the road, both of them panting hard, and went straight across without even looking at the oncoming traffic.

"Shit." Y/N decided to follow, running across the road to a series of horns blaring.

One car didn't even slow down, breezing past the boy, and Y/N tripped on the sidewalk as he got to the other side, rolling and getting back up in one fluid motion.

The people he was chasing had noticed him, probably because of the noises the cars made as he ran across.

They increased their pace, trying to lose him by making some sharp turns.

Y/N was panting hard as he chased, slowly gaining ground on the two dealers as they tired out. They weren't the fittest of people, after all.

Y/N caught the younger one in a flying tackle, both of them tumbling to the ground and the boy's head hitting the ground with a crack. He didn't stop for a second, getting up and chasing down the older man.

He turned to face Y/N, throwing a weak punch that Y/N easily blocked, taking down the man with a solid hit to the neck.

The boy wiped his face as he caught his breath. "That was annoying."

He once again called Snipe, who called the police anonymously, giving a tip to the two unconscious dealers' location.

"Well done, Y/N for both spotting the runners and stopping them when the police couldn't. A good job done there."

Y/N smiled before replying. "Thank you, sir."