𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘙//𝘒. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 (𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

19. 𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌, 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘈𝘕 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘋

The seller tilted his head with a sick smile, glaring straight at Y/n to monitor her response to this new development. "I-I'm not playing man..." The man with an accent stammered. "I'm just here in my father's place, I don't care about the stupid platinum..." He scrambled out of his seat and nodded towards his guards, who surrounded him as he ran out. This left the seller, Y/n, and the violently drunk moustache man at the table.

"You never mentioned..." "That it was Russian roulette? Come on, you know who you're making a deal with, don't you?" He snapped at the drunk man. "Oh, I know who I'm dealing with. Let's play." Y/n stated, making the seller's frown turn upside down. "Lovely." He said. "I'll p-play too! I'm not a pussy!" The drunk man announced, raising an empty glass of whiskey in the air. Y/n took a long drag from her cigarette and rolled her eyes.

The seller opened the chamber and rolled it, displaying to everyone that it only contained a single bullet. He then spun it again and shut the case. Five blanks, one real shot, three people. "I'll take the first shot!" Said the drunk man, snatching the gun and aiming it at his face. But before he could shoot, his head thumped onto the table, and he began to snore. Y/n leaned over to him and put out her cigarette on his skin, he didn't move. "He's out." She confirmed, allowing his guard to drag him out. "Aw, it's no fun with just two..." Sighed the seller. "How about this, I'm going to choose another person to participate from this room, and you can't say no. If you do, I'll shoot the person directly. At least if he plays, he'll have a chance at life."

Y/n was calm, but the two behind her were very tense. "Alright." She answered, making the seller grin. "You, sit." He pointed behind her, and she turned to see who he was pointing at. A bead of sweat ran down Bakugou's forehead as he sat down beside Y/n. She nudged him with her foot and gave him a reassuring glance, which didn't calm him whatsoever. Keigo's throat tightened, and he made sure his feathers were ready to tear through the leather bag to attack. "I'll begin."

One in six. The seller pointed the gun at his head and took a deep breath before pulling the trigger. A blank. He handed it to Bakugou with a smile. "Here you go, young man." Bakugou's hand shook as he took the gun. He glanced at Y/n, she squinted at the gun and nodded. One in five. With hesitation, he pulled the trigger, it was another blank. Bakugou let out a huge breath of relief and placed the gun on the table. His head hung low while he panted. Keigo felt his heart leap when the boy pulled the trigger, he tried to calm his breathing and reassured himself that Y/n knew what she was doing. Y/n grabbed the gun and held the muzzle to her temple.

One in four. She pulled the trigger with no delay or hesitation, she didn't even flinch. It was a blank, so she proceeded to slide it across the table to the seller. "Your turn." Y/n chimed. She placed her hand on Bakugou's knee under the table and squeezed it. "Don't worry, I got this kid. You're doing great." She whispered under her breath, loud enough for only him to hear. The seller picked up the gun and raised it to his head with a gulp. He was getting nervous, interesting. One in three. He let out a small shaky breath after pulling the trigger, another blank.

He tossed it to Bakugou, who glanced at Y/n again. She took one look at the barrel and gave him a wide-eyed glare. His breath was caught in his throat and he didn't know what to do. "Say no." She mouthed. "I-I can't..." He spat, glaring at the seller with fear and hatred. The seller was about to open his mouth, but Y/n interrupted. "He's a kid, cut him some slack, I'll do it instead." She said and grabbed the gun, but the seller protested. "You can't take a shot for him. That's not what we agreed on." He snapped.

"Relax, that's not what I meant." Y/n sighed, holding up the gun and aiming it at Bakugou's head. The seller calmed down. "... Fine. I'll allow it." He grumbled, leaning back into his chair. Y/n sent a glance in Keigo's direction, her eyes then moved to the suitcase, and eventually to the waiter at the top of the stairs carrying a jug of water. She might've been a little tipsy, but she wasn't an idiot, and Keigo had worked with her for long enough to figure out what she meant.