Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

Literal Odds

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Lani POV:

"You don't understand. Mai cheated." I groaned in annoyance, resting my hands atop Yuna's desk.

My boss poured the dressing on her salad with a sigh, looking up at me like I was the fly who'd been pestering her all day.

"I don't remember specifying it was possible to cheat." She alluded.

I ran a tired hand through my hair as I reflected on what went down in the past hour, wanting to bang my head against the wall every time I remembered Mai taking away all my possible hero clients in a span of three seconds.

Damn. I've perfected a great system over the years of dismissing most things. But, today was starting to push my buttons.

"Call me crazy, but I thought it went without saying that using one's quirk to sway the competition would be unfair." I grumbled, watching Yuna pull out a random bag of croutons from under her desk.

My eyes widened as she dumped the entire bag in the little plastic bowl of salad, using the top of the lid to crush and smush down the ones that wouldn't fit.

"Ah. Well you thought wrong. Lani. Mai's just using her advantages." Yuna shrugged over the loud crunching of the croutons, glancing up at me through narrow eyes. "If you had a useful quirk, you could use it, too, you know."

My shoulders sulked with a bit of pout at the jab.

I don't wanna hear about my useless quirk.

"That's beside the point." I grumbled quietly, not bothering to try and challenge the sound of Yuna's aggressive salad wielding.

She forcefully snapped the cap of her overfilled salad bowl shut, shaking it wildly to try and mix the dressing around inside.

The conversation was forced to pause as she assaulted her salad mercilessly, crossing my arms in annoyance until she stopped.

"Listen. Lani—" She sighed, popping the lid off her salad bowl before forcing the plastic fork into the sea of croutons. "Err—your name's Lani, right?"

Gotta love Yuna. Now you see why most interns leave because of 'emotional damage.'

I'm used to this type of behavior in my life though...

"I've been an intern here for almost two years now. But, yes. That's my name." I sighed in exhaustion, glancing at the clock on the wall.

I'm gonna be late for my other job if we don't get this sorted out soon.

Yuna hummed in lazy delight for her salad, opening another drawer before pulling out a giant bar of chocolate to supplement it. "Great. Look, between my new keto diet and Hawks' nudes being leaked yesterday—probably by himself—I really don't have the time for this."

Jesus. Again, Hawks? The entire country's had to have seen him naked by now.

But, hey. All I gotta say is that his girlfriend's a lucky woman, cause damn....

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" I mumbled, resting my head back against the chair.

Yuna held up a finger in waiting to my question, grimacing as the crouton salad cut up the roof of her mouth.

"Mmph. Ow—the task was to get a young hero into the top ten by the end of Hero Season." She said with a harsh swallow, waving her hand at me dismissively. "There aren't any rules about it, just use whatever means necessary. That's what it means to be a journalist."