𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 |𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣|

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Warning: Non-Consensual touching, sexual assault. Feel free to skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable with these themes. 

The ride to the club was tense, well, for you anyway. The others looked calmed and level headed, they were use to this kind of thing. Speaking of the ride, Shigaraki had called a "friend" to drive him and the league to the club. The majority of the drive was in silence, until Shigaraki broke it by reminding you of your job. "It's simple really." He starts. "All you have to do is act dumb and look pretty and you'll be in and out in no time." You hated that. You hated this whole thing, every last part of this plan made you wildly uncomfortable. 

"Right..." You mutter. "Simple." You then got to thinking, what if this is how things will be from now on? What if every time your called in by Shigaraki, he'd turn around and tell you that you were going to be taking part in a mission, a mission that might get you killed. You close your eyes and tried to calm yourself down, but it was no use. Dabi wanted to comfort you, he almost said fuck it and did, but the car came to a stop. 

"We're here." Shigaraki alerts everyone. The car was no where near a club, which confused you. "Alright, get out." He says to you. "What?" You ask, growing more confused by the second. Shigaraki rolls his eyes. "We can't just drive right up to the club, we'll be spotted for sure. Just get out turn the corner and walk until you hear the music. Keep walking and you'll eventually get there." 

"You're making her go alone?" Dabi asked. "Did you not just hear what I said? We'll be seen if we go with her." Shigaraki tells him. "Yeah? And what if she gets picked up by someone on the street?" 

You could have punched Dabi for even saying something like that. "We'll hear it happen, if it does happen. She's wired, remember? Now hurry up and get out, we don't have much time." You look at Dabi, he motions for you to get out. So much for getting some reassurance from him. You opened the door and got out of the car and started walking. 

You sped up your pace wanting to avoid being seen by the shady people around you. You heard a few catcalls and whistles, but tried your best to ignore them as you walked faster. Finally, after what felt like hours, you made it to the front of the club. You walked in, music was blaring in your ears. Now that you were in, you had to look for Kenzo. Before on the drive over here, Shigaraki gave you a description of him.

He was tall, muscular, had a buzzcut hairstyle with a scar going down from his eye all the way to his lips. Speaking of hi eyes, they were a deep green, one discolored because of the scar. He also had tattoos all over his body. There was no way you could miss him. 

'Alright...blend in. Just do this, get it over with, and go home.' You thought with an exhale. You walked over to the bar and ordered a drink, maybe it would help calm your nerves a little. You sipped at the beverage as you looked around the club. No sign of him yet, just a bunch of shady people and party goers alike. 

Soon enough, a group of men walked into the club. There were four large men all caging a man, they must have been his security. 'Is that...' You narrow your eyes, they then shot open wide. It was. Among those men, was none other than Nakamura Kenzo. The very man you were looking for. You watched as his men escorted him back to the V.I.P. section. Alright, go time. You chugged the rest of your liquid courage before heading towards the V.I.P. section. You squeezed passed the crowd of dancing people before finally making it there.  

You of course were stopped by one of his men. "V.I.P. only ma'am. I'm going to need you to take a step back." His voice was gruff as he talked. You knew it wouldn't be that easy, but you had to get in there somehow. "Um, don't you know who I am?" You started. "Mr. Kenzo called for me, I'm his newest client. I need to talk with him." The two men standing guard looked at each other. "Yeah right. You're Mr. Tanaka?" Damn. "No, but, I am still a client of his. Are you really going to stand in the way of his deal? I pay a pretty penny for what he's got, you know?"