Fallen Angel (BNHA x male villain reader)

11. .500?

Y/N knocked on the door of a relatively uninteresting building on the outskirts of the city.

He'd drained a few gardens' worth of energy to make his way here, using short teleports and his enhanced speed to traverse the rooftops.

Nobody had spotted him, and he'd made it to the spot without too much difficulty. Which was a relief, considering that it had taken him hours to set up this meeting.

It was late at night, the day after he'd infiltrated the hero licence exam. Y/N was dressed in his usual outfit, his mask on his face with an empty sheath for his knife at his hip. He had a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Someone opened the door quietly, revealing a pitch-black interior to the house, and Y/N instantly felt the cold barrel of a gun placed at his throat. There was a soft click as the weapon primed.

"Name and business."

Y/N swallowed hard. He knew that he could teleport away before the person even pulled the trigger, but it was... distracting to have a gun so close.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I believe I'm here to buy something?"

The voice spoke again, and Y/N still couldn't see who it was in the shadow of the building. "You think, or you know?"

"I know. I'm here to buy a weapon."

After the fight with Suneater, Y/N had realised that maybe the only downside of his quirk was that he had to use physical touch to kill. And Suneater's defences had made that difficult.

So he'd hit up some of his past clients, and wheedled as much information out of each of them on any black-market dealers in Musutafu.

One of them had come through, giving him a time and a location, and Y/N had decided to show up.

The boy gasped out loud as he was roughly grabbed and yanked inside the threshold. The lights flickered on a moment later, and Y/N saw who he'd been speaking to.

A terrifyingly old man, covered in wrinkles and liver spots, was holding a small handgun. "Get down those stairs." His voice was powerful and strong, not suiting his aged appearance.

He gestured to some stairs leading down, and Y/N took them without question. The house was cramped, and could hardly be called a house, with no furniture and no actual living area. It was a dump, rubbish and cigarette smoke everywhere.

The stairs led to some basement, and Y/N entered cautiously into a dimly lit room. Not many people have basements - this is definitely an exception.

It was relatively large, with only a few people standing around. Most of them were large men, but Y/N spotted a muscled woman standing in the corner, as well as some smaller, weedier men.

One of the larger males approached him, and Y/N could see an ugly-looking knife in his hand. "Whaddya want?" His voice was slurred slightly, but Y/N actually felt somewhat safe.

Everybody had a weapon and they were all proudly displayed. Nobody was doing any sneaky stuff in here - everything was out to see. I suppose it makes sense to trust other criminals. The police are organised, so these guys have to be as well to keep up.

Y/N took a deep breath. "A handgun. Preferably high-calibre, semi-automatic."

It wouldn't be as useful to get a weaker gun - if he was struggling to breach someone's defence with his teleports and his enhanced strength, then he would need something powerful to break through.

The man nodded, beckoning Y/N to follow him to the other side of the room. All eyes followed him, and Y/N did his best to act overconfident, walking with a slow step and not being afraid to meet their eyes with his purple ones.