Bubble of Death (BNHA x OC)

Bad Feeling...

After the events of last week, I spent most of my time lying on my couch while staring at the ceiling, in the small apartment that I shared with my group.

I didn't want to get up but I had a meeting to attend.

It had been a week since my encounter with Midoriya. I was on a time crunch but if things went smoothly I'd be back in my bed with enough sleep to function properly for the exams.

Exams.

Psychically I was ready for them as I'd ever be, I was confident in my quirk, mental prowess, and strength. There was no doubt in my mind that I'd pass. Mentally, though, I wasn't ready. The foreseeable future saw me spending a ton of time at school building my fake persona. I really didn't want to work that much.

Not even to mention the pain it was going to be attending 1-A. I really wanted to just go general but I can't pass up the opportunity to learn more about the "future generation of heroes." Like it or not those kids were gonna cause me problems and I don't know enough about their weaknesses. There's also the fact that I could also get closer to AFO since his spy is that laser beam stomach kid.

I chuckled thinking about that dumb power. What an awful roll of luck to experience.

Rolling over, I checked the clock. It was almost midnight and Haru and Sam, also known as Leech and Axis, still hadn't returned. I wasn't worried, they were probably fine, I was just annoyed that the job had taken longer than expected. I'd been having them take mercenary jobs, extra muscle on a job, or protecting some sleazy rich guy, things like that. The point of this was to gain some quick cash and notoriety.

Much of our group had left, and I only had a few members left. It was to be expected, we hadn't made any big plays since the bank robbery so long ago. Anyone who wanted to leave was allowed to do so... I just had Sam track them down and take care of them discreetly.

This wasn't my game plan moving forward for any who decided to leave, it was just that... they knew my identity. When I first killed the boss I never put on a mask. I put my face in my hands. It was embarrassing how stupid that decision was.

As I was self-reflecting someone busted through the door. I slid my hands down just enough to see Haru and Sam walk in.

Haru saw my hands on my face and grinned, "What's this..?" He put a hand to his chin, "Crying!? Does the fair maiden miss us so?" He placed the back of his hand on his forehead in a fainting motion. Sam just stepped around him.

Over the years I've learned that Haru was the incarnation of exaggeration. So, Instead of focusing on him, I put my eyes on Sam. She was eighteen now, almost nineteen if I recalled her birthday correctly. She hadn't changed much since when I first met her. A few more piercings riddled her ears and she'd gotten her tattoo larger.

I sat up from the couch, wincing slightly, my neck was sore.

"Did it go fine?" I asked.

"No problems, It was quick and easy." She said, standing rigid in front of me. Haru moved over to collapse into the loveseat just beside the couch.

"And the payment?"

She tossed me the backpack that was situated on her shoulders. I opened it and wads of cash were lined inside. A quick calculation told me it would be about 2,000 dollars USD.

"Did you count this all up?" There was always a chance of being lowballed. I wouldn't put it past them though, I would do the same. You rule with power; there was no honor among thieves. That said, being on the receiving end wasn't pleasant.