♡♤♧◇ ╭ ─┉─ • ─┉─ ╮ Choice. Everyone has it. But sometimes you don't. It was my choice to live like this. It was not my choice to be the LOV Mafiso Leader. ╰─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─╯
There are the four major Mafias, with us being first.
We are the '𝙻𝙾𝚅', led by L/n Y/n, but nobody knows about her existance. Everyone thinks Shigiraki leads it. Like each Mafiso, our kills are 'marked':
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In the 𝙻𝙾𝚅's kills the target is forced to bite the ground as their jawbone is being stepped on and broken, a knife cut through the area above their heart and lastly a sign of a cross painted on their forehead with their own blood.
The '𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍' is second. They're led by Bakugo Katsuki. Their kills are marked with multiple gunshots and a broken neck. Shoved into the Victim's mouth is their signature TNT, not lit nor on a timer.
Second is the '𝙳𝚎𝚔𝚞𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍', Midoriya Izuku is their boss. Killmarks here are less violent. A bullet is shot right through the victim's ear and brain, all of the fingers are broken except the middle finger and a four cloved clover is placed in the mouth.
The '𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍' led by 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘, is third on this list. Their kills are marked with three shots to the chest and a burn mark on the victim's left eye. The main injuries are made on the left side of the victim.
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I made my way downstairs only to be met yet once again to another useless fight.
"Who the fuck allowed Shiggy to drink coffee again?! Shiggy give me the coffee."
"No! It's mine, fuck you!"
"Both of you shut up!" I walked up towards the two, giving Dabi and Shigiraki a hit on the head. "Can we please go one day without a fucking useless fight! Thank you!"
"Sorry Y/n." Shiggy mumbles as he continued drinking his coffee, glaring at Dabi still.
Dabi only gives a 'Hmpf' and slouches onto the couch, hands under his head.
"Any new news on the 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 yet?" I ask, pouring coffee into my mug.
"They gave another threat to us this morning. Fucking Bakugo still wants to do this shit." Shigiraki replied.
"Tell him we'll meet up. Today, at the back alley of the abandoned lab." I stirred my coffee, wondering why Bakugo won't accept the fact that they don't run the streets here.
"On it." Shigiraki walked off.
"Are you sure 'bout that Y/n? They all still think Crusty here is in charge." Dabi spoke up from behind the couch.
"Are you questioning me now, Dabi?"
"No. I'm just sayin' that we might want them to keep thinking Crusty is Boss. Unless you want them to know you are, Boss."
Dabi tilted his head sideways, smirking.
"I think it's 'bout time they know I run the streets here. Women can also rule."
"Oi Bakugo, the 𝙻𝙾𝚅 agreed to meet up. Today." Kirishima said, making his way up to me.
"Oh really?! Glad to see they aren't cowards. Where do they wanna meet up?" I let my knife hit the target on the wall and looked at Kirishima.
"The alleyway behind that abandoned lab."
'That's a shitty place for a meet-up, but I don't really have a choice right now.'
"Kirishima." He stopped by the doorway and looked at me, eyebrow raised.
"Yes?"
"Tell them I also wanna talk 'bout that lone wolf, the one with the (h/l) (h/c) hair who kills without a second thought. The lone Mafiso bitch who just can't pick a side." I snarl as I think of just how that (h/c) bitch ruined our missions.
"Sure. Trying to possibly recruit them if they aren't part of another Mafiso group? Am I right, Bakubro?" He leaned into the doorframe, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Oh fuck no! I don't need no shitty assed loner here. No matter what."
"Whatever you say Bakubro."
I know that I'm powerful, but I always want to be more. More loveable, more famous, more amazing, more more and more.
It's like a drug.
I just can't get enough of it.
And this lone (h/c) Mafiso, is like the next dose. The only thing that can satisfy this urge of wanting more.
I've seen them from time to time. They never fail to impress me. The way they target. The way they escape out of tight ends.
The way they kill and get away.
I want it.
I'd still never admit it to anyone. Not now not ever. It's like what the Head Officer had always said when I was still a little boy:
"Never give up! Believe in yourself. Go beyond, Plus Ultra!"
"I'll show them... just that (h/c) dumbass wait." I grumble to no one in particular, the sound of another knife hitting the target fills the silent room.
I walked out, leaving the knife in the poster on wall.
I've hit that poster so many times, it's hardly recognizable. It's an old photo of that damn Deku, when we were in college.
It's quite ironic.
He was always smiling, even when his mom died he smiled.
I was always scowling, I'm still.
But Deku.
That's past tense. He's not smiling anymore.
He's lost his goddamn marbles.
Smiling as others get tortured. He's just smiling for a different reason.
