Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

21. Contract Completed.

After retreating to a rooftop to watch the police pick up the criminals he'd knocked out, Y/N checked his dart gun again.

I guess the sooner I get this done, the better.

The boy stood still for a few seconds as he thought about what he was going to do. "It's not every day you get 200 million for a contract, is it?"

He didn't want to admit it, but over the past few days he'd taken a liking to Snipe, however small. And then there was the fact that he would be a prime suspect in his death.

But then again, if he made sure that people knew the Angel of Death had done it, all suspicion of him would instantly go out the window.

Y/N left the police, heading for Snipe's agency.

It was a dark night, and even with the streetlights in Musutafu, they couldn't keep the shadows away. Y/N stuck to them, flitting like a ghost from dim area to dim area.

The streets were quiet, only a few cars lighting up the roads with their headlights.

He arrived at the agency's door, and knocked like he always did.

Y/N rubbed at his forehead, putting on an impassive expression as he tried to be calm. "I've done this so many times, but this is a huge reward, so I can't mess it up."

The door opened a moment later and...

It wasn't Snipe, but an older girl who was dressed in a U.A High uniform. Shit, there's more people?

Y/N smiled at her. "I'm an intern here, but do you mind stepping out for a second? I'm just here to pass on some information, then I'm back on patrol."

He did his best to look innocent, and the girl believed him, stepping out of the door and leaning against the wall.

"Ok, so basically-" Y/N cut himself off, pressing close to the girl and placing his forearm on her neck.

"How many people are inside?" The girl didn't reply, shaking her head, and Y/N pressed harder.

A strangled sound escaped from her throat, then there was a tug of movement and the wind picked up around them. Her quirk?

A gust of wind hit Y/N in the side, pushing him off balance, and the girl grabbed his forearm, pulling it away from her throat and attempting to scream for help.

Y/N didn't give her a chance, touching her on her leg and killing her instantly.

The boy picked himself off the ground, slightly startled by the girl's quirk. His eyes were glowing purple now, and he smiled to himself.

Y/N turned translucent, phasing through the door instead of walking through it, and leaving the other student's body on the ground outside.

There was another person in the usually empty room, looking bored as he typed on a computer. He also looked to be a few years older, and was wearing U.A uniform.

The older boy looked up in surprise at Y/N's form as the boy entered. "Where's Rihanna? She just stepped outside for a second."

Y/N just shrugged. "She said she had to go do something." He walked over to the boy, placing his hands on the back of the boy's chair and glancing over his shoulder at the computer screen.

"What are you doing?"

The boy looked happy to have someone to talk to. "Well, I'm just filing a report for an arrest I made earlier today."

Y/N nodded, feigning interest while he slid his hand to the boy's shoulder.

The other student's head turned as he glanced at Y/N in confusion. "Why is your han-"

He was silenced as Y/N drained him, the student slumping backwards in his chair.

Y/N grinned, walking over to the door Snipe kept as his office. He knocked softly, putting on a tired expression as Snipe opened the door. "Can we talk for a bit?"

The pro hero nodded, beckoning him into the office. He glanced at the limp figure of the older student in his chair. "He fell asleep?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, he was like that when I came in."

Snipe tutted, but closed the door, sitting down. "What can I do for you?"

Y/N reached into his cloak, pulling out the dart gun and shooting Snipe in the chest unceremoniously.

The older man had reacted fast at the gun, flinging himself out of his chair and going for his own weapons, but he froze when he realised the gun hadn't killed him.

"Why would you do that?" Snipe was more confused than angry - as far as he knew, Y/N had just pulled out a toy gun and shot him with a fancy NERF dart.

Y/N just smiled, before pulling back his hood and revealing his glowing purple eyes. "So, who would want you, Eraserhead, Principal Nezu, as well as some students at U.A High dead?"

Snipe frowned. "Quite a lot of people, mostly villains."

Y/N pressed on, holding the dart gun loosely in his hand. "Anybody in particular?"

"Not really."

The boy dropped his empty weapon, and grabbed Snipe's desk, tossing it to the side. He closed in on the man, who went for his guns.

Some shots were fired, Y/N turning translucent to avoid them before Snipe realised something was off with his bullets. He couldn't control them. "What did you do?!"

Y/N grabbed the guns out of the pro hero's hands, tossing them behind him with his increased strength. "Nothing. Just tell me, who might want U.A. teachers and students dead?"

The boy didn't really care, but he was somewhat curious about the identity of whoever set the contracts. After all, it was a ridiculous sum of money.

"I swear, I have no idea! What are you doing anyway?"

Y/N pushed the hero over to a corner, where the man stood defiant.

"You know, I can call this in for destruction of private property, threatening, as well as insolence to a hero! You could be kicked out of U.A for this!"

Y/N grinned at the thoughts. "I never cared about that place."

He reached out a hand, taking advantage of the confused man's slow reactions.

Snipe still had no idea what Y/N's true intentions were - it was like the boy had gone mad over the past hour.

The hero raised his hands into a fighting position. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will."

Y/N bit his lip, faking concern, before touching Snipe's chest with two fingers.

He only took some energy, enough to cause the man's body to go limp and for him to collapse in the corner.

"That's two hundred million yen for me, I guess." Y/N reached down to touch the man's shoulder, finishing him off.

He picked a pen up from the floor where the desk had been moved to, and a piece of paper, drawing a simple angel emoji on it and leaving it in the dead man's lap.

Then the boy turned and walked straight out of the building, once again pulling up his hood to hide his purple eyes. It would be a while before the three bodies were found.