𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘙//𝘒. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 (𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

5. 𝘏𝘌𝘠, 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘋𝘖 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐 𝘋𝘖 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙

The silence in Y/n's apartment was heavy when she returned home after today's eventfulness. She felt as if her mind was on the verge of exploding. This morning had already been tough on her because of the small breakdown she had yesterday after Aizawa turned off her quirk and she felt her own skin for the first time in the 18 years that passed after getting her quirk. And now it piled up with the first proper conversation she'd had with Keigo in a few years after the funeral, along with having to comfort one of her students and give him advice. If she could, she'd leave the country and start a new life.

She didn't always have a major problem with anxiety and overthinking. Y/n was a fidgety child, but she grew out of her anxiousness as soon as she developed her quirk. A quirk like that would get into anyone's head. But on that night, 4 years ago... it seemed like for the first time ever, Y/n's aura of indestructibleness was shattered. And it's fair to say that she's been on guard ever since.

After that night, anxiety began to crawl its way back into her brain.

"Yeah. We should. Thank you. For the ride. God I sounded so stupid! Why did I pause so much?! And why did I agree to work with him more?" She whined. A muffled bang sounded through the empty apartment when she banged her forehead against the marbled bar counter. 'I can't... why'd I do that to myself... I can't get close to him again.. I can't do that to him..' The grip she had on her scalp tightened, and the craving for a drink that would numb her up only multiplied. She hadn't had the chance to have a proper drink all day, and it was killing her. But this type of stress, it couldn't be silenced with a normal drink that she could make on her own.

She needed to get absolutely shitfaced.

And she knew the perfect place and person to help with that.

"Mai? Could you get my car ready?" Y/n discarded her hero suit and exchanged it with a more casual outfit with a mask, glasses and cap to keep her identity under wraps. She left her apartment and went downstairs to wait outside the building. After a few minutes a (colour) car pulled up in front of her and she tucked herself into the backseat. "Hey Kishibe. Could you take me to Wonderland?" She sighed after getting settled. His brown eyes made contact with hers through the rearview mirror. "You sure miss Y/n? You have to teach tomorrow... Wasn't there a class trip?" He asked. He gave her a worried look while cleaning the lenses of his glasses using his tie.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry too much." Y/n assured with a smile. "And you should really take care of that hair young man.." She added. "Yes ma'am." He muttered, running his hand through the messy brown curls. The car moved and Y/n's gaze moved to the window, admiring the lights and the people making their way home after a long shift. "Here we are ma'am. When do I pick you up?" He turned to ask. She opened the door and clicked her tongue. "Go home Kishibe. Don't bother picking me up." She said and got out of the car not giving him the chance to protest or warn her.

Booming music hit her ears as soon as she stepped into the packed club, but she wasn't here to dance. She wove her way to the bar where she knew he'd be and rolled her eyes when she saw him trying to flirt with some random person. Y/n nudged his shoulder and he turned to look at her. "How may I help you ma'am?" He asked with a customer-service tone. Y/n raised an eyebrow and lowered her glasses. "Arata are you serious?" She asked. "Ohhhh! The angel killer herself! How are you doin' today? This is Hyunwoo and he's a potential customer from Korea." Arata introduced the man in front of him with a big smile, making Y/n resist the urge to roll her eyes again.

She gripped his upper arm. "Arata could you please stop fucking around and flirting with every man and woman on earth. I really need your help right now. It's pretty bad." She rasped, her eyes peeking above her glasses and staring into his. "Ah the angel killer? I thought you were a myth! I'm a huge fan of your work-" "Love that. Thank you. But I really can't right now. Arata?" She gave him a pointed look and he nodded. "Right. Sorry Hyunwoo we'll have to talk later, I've got an urgent matter to attend to. Don't be shy, have a drink." He winked before getting up and walking off with Y/n.

"Follow me." Arata smiled, pulling her to the back. His own room. Arata Yoshida. He was one of her only friends. Well, Mai was really only her assistant, so he was her only friend. They met the night of the funeral. Y/n was young, 18, she was trying to score herself something that would numb all of the feelings that were choking her. That's when she met the 19 year old Arata, who gave her what she wanted. And in turn, she'd bring him customers from her side job.

The room was quiet. Its lights were dim, and it had a half-circle sofa with a table in the middle. There was also a mini-bar, not too different from the one that Y/n had in her apartment, except this one had a broader drink collection. She didn't need an invitation to get comfortable on the couch. She tilted her head back and ripped her mask off. Her cap and glasses followed suit. "You really need to stop introducing me as the angel killer." She sighed and he shrugged. "What, I'm friends with the best spy-killer in japan, why shouldn't I flaunt it around?" Arata hummed from the bar. His bright green eyes turned back to the shelf of drinks.

"Because the best spy-killer in japan is also the number 4 hero, dickwad." Y/n grumbled, covering her eyes with her forearm. "Right right. Still not used to you being one of the high ranked snobs. What's bothering you so much today Y/n? I need to know how strong I need to make this." He raised a large glass in her direction without sparing her a glance. "I talked to him today. He asked how I was doing. And that we should hang out more often. And I agreed." She explained. "Who, the guy you tried to get over by fucking me and others but realised you couldn't because you were too in love with him?"

Y/n sat up and glared a hole through the back of his head. "I'm not- Ugh. It's useless." She shook her head. Arata walked back with two drinks in hand and slid one over in her direction. "Well you obviously feel some sort of love towards him, or else you wouldn't have come here in the middle of the week because you wanted something to get you fucked up." He said as he watched her chug the entire drink. She put the glass back onto the mahogany and sighed, holding her head in her hands while she sat with her elbows resting on her knees.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened that night? It's been four years since I gave you your first drink, and you still haven't told me why you chose the questionable career path of a spy-killer when you could've just become a hero and a hero alone." Arata sipped on his own drink before passing it to her since she seemed like she needed it more than him. "Or why you get so bothered about that guy." He continued, fiddling with a strand of his sage coloured hair. Y/n screwed her eyes shut and let out a deep breath through her nose.

"Look. I'd love to tell you my little sob story but I'm not sure I can spill that shit even when drunk. I don't know if any drink can help me with that." She took another gulp from the drink he passed her. "Hmm... That is true, since you've built up a nice tolerance my little alcoholic-" "I'm not-" "An alcoholic. Yeah, so you've said. Well if you want something that would loosen you enough to spill that sob story..." He drifted off, pulling out a bag of a green, shrivelled looking plant, some sort of paper and a lighter. She quickly sat up straight with a concerned look on her face.

"Drugs? Arata, that's a really bad idea.." She muttered, watching as he poured the green weeds onto the paper and rolled it. "Oh I know.." He hummed with a smirk as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the edge of the paper, the light reflected off of the silver piercing perched on it. "But you'll be fine. You've drunk worse. It'll loosen you up, and I'll take care of you won't I? I'll make sure to wake you up early so you're not late to teach those kids too.." He smiled innocently with the blunt in his mouth. Arata lit up the roll and inhaled softly before scooting closer to her and blowing a few rings in her face.

Arata wrapped his thumb and index around the blunt, turning its burning end towards him and pushing its tip between her lips. "C'mon.. You'll love it." He whispered. Y/n hesitated for a second before inhaling and then pausing to cough. "Inhale and exhale gently." He chuckled, and she sent him half a glare before inhaling again. She didn't cough this time, letting a small cloud of smoke escape her lips instead. Arata smiled widely. "Good, right?" He asked, she laughed lightly. "You're the worst influence ever." She shook her head, making his smile widen.

"Mmm I know.. Now tell me about that sob story of yours."