𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋//𝘐. 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

10. 𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘈𝘋 𝘐𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎

Y/N, 15 (TWO MONTHS LATER)

Y/n's new apartment was cheap, and arguably in the worst neighbourhood in the city. But she had to make do with the money that she had, which was not much. The apartment wasn't huge, but that didn't matter since she was living alone. Outdated, quite cramped, dimly lit and slightly miserable, but it was her new home. She quickly grew used to the creaking furniture, the noisy streets, the mischievous young twins and their single mother from the apartment above, her grouchy landlord and her new job as the local 'vigilante' known as The White Rose. Well not that known, I mean she just started.

It all had its own charm, the noisy streets alarmed her to any trouble that needed her help, and the twins' mother was a very kind woman as opposed to her devil spawn. Now her job... It was fun, but it wasn't a reliable source of income yet. She's done many things to bring in money for food, rent and equipment. She had to, at least until she made a name for herself. Many methods were used for this, let me take you through a few.

"So you're telling me all three of these kidneys are yours?" The man in a mask questioned, Y/n could see his raised eyebrows peeking over his glasses while he examined the contents of the chilled case. "Yup." She responded, popping the P. "And that leads to my next question, do you seriously think I believe you?" "It's weird I know! But they're mine I swear." She groaned. He eyed her up and shut the case. "Just because I'm an underground surgeon does not mean that I'm an idiot, how do you have three kidneys to spare when humans have two kidneys? Look, I'm trying to find ethically sourced organs so if you're going around and killing people for organs-"

"No no! Its... my quirk. They regrow. I was really tight on money and decided to sell one, and then I discovered later on that it grew back. So I promise you not only are they ethically sourced, but they're healthy and fresh." She explained. He couldn't see the innocent smile on her face due to the masks that they mutually agreed to wear in case things went south. The man sighed deeply and handed her the wads of cash. "I don't get enough donations to be this picky. I believe you, for now. I'll be in contact."

I know that you're probably judging right now, but hear me out: Y/n (me) had heard talk of a doctor who worked underground and transplanted organs to people who needed them. People who couldn't afford surgery, people who weren't prioritised because of the nature of their quirks, minors who ran away and need parental consent etc. So Y/n needed the money, and she also wanted to help. But this wasn't the only thing she did for money.

"Hey! What the hell are you beatin' that kid for?" Y/n shouted, leaning on the wall. It was late, she was on patrol, and the alleys were all empty. Except for this one. A large, pudgy man was yelling at a beat-up boy, who was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages and bandaids. He had a slim but tall, toned build, he could definitely sucker-punch the much shorter, stout man who was yelling at him. "Hah?! None of your business lady, go play hero somewhere else. He has debts to pay to me..." The man grunted. She eyed him curiously before her gaze moved to the boy again, he looked to be her age, maybe even younger.

"What debts?" She pushed, walking closer. The man backed up defensively, his back almost hitting the door behind him. "I told you to mind your business woman!" He shouted raising his fist to throw a punch in her direction. Y/n grabbed his fist mid-swing and twisted it, making him howl in pain. "What debts?" She repeated, this time directing her question to the shocked boy. "Uhm... I owe him 150 000yen, for my mom's rent... If I win this fight I can pay off my debt..." He murmured nervously. Y/n let go of the man and turned to the boy. "Y'could win if you weren't such a good for nothin' loser! You can't fight for shit! I told you to train and get my money back but you're still shit!" The man yelled from behind Y/n.

"I'll do it." She spoke up. "Huh?!" The man exclaimed, gripping his arm. Y/n kept her eyes on the boy. "I'll fight instead of him, he'll take my winnings." She explained. "As if! You're a chick!" The man shouted, folding his hands in front of his chest with a huff. Y/n pulled her tinted glasses off, leaving her in the lower part of her mask, and turned to glare down at the man. He gulped, her glare and aura were so intimidating that they almost radiated off of her like flames. "I said I'm fighting. Where's the fight? And when?"