Overdrive: A MHA x Male Reader Fanfic

An Unpleasant Talk

(Y'all gonna get a read out of this one)

Saiko's PoV:

Shigaraki and I are walking through tunnels, being followed by this tiny man. I'm just wearing some jeans, a wool jacket, a neck gaiter, and a cap. I've been walking for a while now. Finally, we all arrive at a door. We walk into our meeting spot. Sitting on a couch is Kai Chisaki, otherwise known as Overhaul. In front of him is a glass table, and in front of the table is another couch, facing Overhaul.

"I've been walking around in circles for 30 minutes. I'm not an ant," Shigaraki says annoyed.

"Are all Yakuza strongholds like this?" I ask, sharing Shigaraki's annoyance.

"We don't know who might be watching us or from where and not all of our guests have the best intentions. So we have a number of routes leading here, an underground reception room where we can be reasonably sure of our privacy," Overhaul explains.

"Fair enough," I said.

"You wanna know how we survived so long?" the little man asked.

"No, not really," I answer honestly. "I just assumed the heroes thought you guys weren't worth it anymore."

This angered the little man. "Why you-!"

"Now, now, Saiko. We are here for business, try to be nice," Shigaraki said. I sigh.

"Please excuse my outburst. I still had my work face on," I apologize. "Please tell me how you survived for so long."

"It's because of little details like that!" the little man said, still angry. But he seems to calm down.

"Anyway. Down to business. Did you really mean what you said on the phone the other day? That you'll join us under the right conditions?" the little man asked. Shigaraki and I sat down.

"Don't start celebrating just yet," Shigaraki says. He then puts his foot on the table sat in a more relaxed way. And he wanted me to be nice.

"You guys want to capitalize on our reputation. We want to increase our strength. Our needs happen to coincide for the moment," Shigaraki said, evaluating the situation.

"Put your foot down. The table will get dirty," Overhaul says.

"No "Please"? You really ought to mind your manners. I don't appreciate disrespect," Shigaraki says.

"Says the guy who's being inconsiderate of others' furniture," I say sarcastically. He glares at you, and then returns to Overhaul.

"Now, we won't be putting ourselves "under" you. We'll still call our own shots. Got it? Either it's a joint partnership, or we walk out the door," Shigaraki said.

"So those are the conditions?" Overhaul asks.

"One more thing. I want to know the details. It's a reasonable request. We need to decide whether it's worth lending you our name. You see..." Shigaraki then reached into his jacket. Overhaul's goons reacted immediately, as did I. The one in the white cloak aimed a revolver at Shigaraki's head. However, for him to do this, he had to lean over the couch, giving me a great chance to grab his neck. The other guy, the mini man, reached a rather long arm out of his suit to grab Shigaraki's shoulder. This looks somewhat disturbing, so I aimed a fireball at him. I then felt something sharp against my back. I look back and see Haruto with a Light Sword and a Dark Sword. I got ready to send chains out of my back. The guy in white tried to speak, but I gripped his neck tighter.

"Who do you think you are punk!" the short guy said, his voice going from low to high while speaking.

"Who do you think you are?" Shigaraki asks him.