𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘙//𝘒. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 (𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

17. 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕

(Hello!!!!! I'm backkkkkk and very sorry it took so long to upload stuff just kept popping up but I'm alive and well it was all school stuff! Enjoy, and also a reminder that Hawks real name isn't hidden in this story)

"Awwww you guys look so adorable!" Y/n beamed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Bakugou, her sidekicks and herself all sported red and gold striped casino uniforms. "I fu... I hate this." Grumbled the scowling Bakugou while eyeing the Breton cap, Y/n had to gell his hair back to get it to even stay on. "Oh hush it's cute, besides we're going undercover and the casino has had these uniforms for years. I can't change them." She huffed, smiling at her reflection in the mirror while fixing her own cap. They were all standing in the building's costume and undercover department floor. Well, Bakugou was standing, quite stiffly.

The triplets were busy admiring all the costumes and disguise devices that were lying around, whenever Y/n brought them to this section of the agency it was like letting kids loose in a candy store. "I think I look quite handsome in it, don't you think?" Keigo's voice made Y/n go rigid. Her eyes spotted him through the mirror reflection, he was standing not too far behind her with Fumikage on his tail. She had a death grip on the lipstick she was applying seconds before, and her facial expression could only be described as slight horror.

"Keigo? I thought you and Fumikage were going to do surveillance outside the building?" She gulped out and continued to apply the lipstick while internally gathering composure. "He's doing that with one of my sidekicks. And don't worry, he has aerial surveillance down too, I taught him some special tricks!" Keigo grinned enthusiastically, leaning over Y/n's shoulder to fix his tie. Finally restoring her composure and the little bit of dignity she had left, Y/n looked him in the eyes through the mirror and asked him what he meant. "Not to brag but I taught him how to fly using dark shadow," He got closer, whispering in her ear and making her face heat up.

Y/n finally turned her head towards him and smiled smugly. "Good for him, I'm glad he gets to work with a fun hero now," "Aw thank you- Now?" He frowned upon the realisation that she meant herself and her smugness grew at his expression. "You've done a good job hiding those wings of yours." She observed. He smiled widely again. "Yes, I've hidden my feathers in those domes that hide the food that servants carry around." "A cloche." She corrected, and he nodded happily.

"You're missing a hat." Y/n hummed, taking off hers and plopping it on his head. Y/n returned to her makeup while he pursed his lips and leaned down to the mirror to fix the hat with a huge blush on his pale face. Fumikage crossed his arms and shook his head slightly. Bakugou, who was standing right beside him a couple of metres away from the two, frowned with distaste. "These two are disgustingly attracted to each other." He spat under his breath. Fumikage was too respectful to say anything.

"Right, gather around everyone. Keizo get up you lazy shit. Here's the plan, it's simple; We get in there and we find the table where the Platinum thief is going to make the deal and sell the goods. Every one of you inside and outside the building will be equipt with a platinum detector. We've got millions worth of platinum on our hands here so be careful because we can't fuck this up I've been working on this for months." Y/n explained while smoothing over any creases in her uniform jacket. "So she can swear but I can't?" Grumbled Bakugou under his breath.

"Save the snark, everyone in the truck, we'll get armed there."

"Hey." Keigo hummed, ducking into the front of the truck and sitting behind the driver's seat where Y/n sat. "Oh. Hey." She responded curtly as if she was interrupted from deep thought. He frowned, watching how her fingers drummed and tapped nonstop on the steering wheel. This was a telltale sign of a stressed Y/n, he recalled. Tapping her foot, fingers– her surroundings would become a drumset. "Never seen you so stressed at a simple operation before. You okay?" He prodded, but she shook her head. "I'm... not. Just a bit, but I'll be fine." Mumbled Y/n.