Me and the Devil

Barkeep

"Haru, move it," she huffed, "you can't be late again or they'll make me sit through another meeting."

The young boy scrambled, pulling on his shoes, "I'll run." He stood and gave her a peck on the cheek, "bye!"

Her hand ran through her tangled blonde hair as she watched him take off down the street. "Ugh he's going to be late..."

Closing the bar door and locking it, she yawned and made her way up the back staircase, into the upper floor. It wasn't fancy, but it was home. She had poured her life savings into the building after she gained custody of her little brother. Downstairs was a working bar, upstairs was a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. It was enough for them, and that's all that mattered.
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"A league of villains huh," shocking blue eyes scanned around, looking at his new "partners", "Don't get any ideas. I have my own shit to do."

A pale, creepy man chuckled, "You come when we call, puppy." The hand on his face barely hid his grin, "You'll get your revenge, but on our time. Understood?"

He scoffed and headed towards the door, "As long as I get what I want..."

He walked outside, pulling up his hood and heading down the darkened street. His plan was slowly forming in his mind. To get his revenge, using them would be simple. Wherever All Might was, he would be there also. After all, current Number One needed to keep his image, and appearances.

He turned down a back alley and smirked. Two men stood over a woman, chuckling to themselves. Her top was torn, making it obvious what had occurred. He walked up, letting out a low whistle, "Seems I missed the fun." The two turned around and puffed out their chests. His blue eyes shown from under his hood, "Was it good?"

The dark haired man grinned, "It was."

His blonde friend cackled, "She's a screamer."

He chuckled and placed his hands on their shoulders, "Is it worth it?" Steam rose from his exposed hands as the men grew uncomfortable. His blue eyes looked at the woman on the ground as the two men burst into a hellfire of blue flames. Their screams echoed in the night. It was sweet music to his ears. The woman frantically scooted away from him as her assaulters turned to ash.

He casually turned and continued on his way, leaving her in the alley.
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The bar was busy, after all it was a Friday night. Customers from all walks of life sat in the various booths and tables. The woman was behind the bar making a drink when he walked in. Her piercing eyes looked him over briefly as she handed off the drink.

He sat at the darkest corner of the bar, away from everyone else. He took in her appearance as she spoke with what he assumed was a regular. She was a couple of inches shorter than him, her blonde hair was curled into beachy, messy waves that fell to her shoulder blades. She wasn't muscular, but you could tell she had some type of physical activity, her frame was more built for sport. The black leather pants that hugged her thighs came up to her hips, leaving a small gap of her peachy flesh between them and the cropped, fitted top she wore.

"What'll it be," her green eyes glanced him over once more as she walked up to him.

"A beer, I don't care what kind," his husky voice spoke from his hood.

"You got it," she moved fluidly and quickly, placing the beer on front of him, "Do you want to start a tab?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Two men on the other end of the bar began to get rowdy. She rolled her green eyes, "Excuse me." Turning and walking up to the men she sighed, "Guys can we not-"

The drunken man spun around, "Shut up bitch, this don't concern you."

The entire bar went silent, but no one made a move. Grinning, she leaned on the bar, "This is my bar...so yeah, it concerns me."

"So you know who I am," he scoffed. "I could read this place to shreds..."

The regular she was talking with earlier quietly shook his head and drank his beer. The woman tilted her head and watched the man as she stood up, tossing the bar stool to the ground. "You know what I love," her voice was low, "I love when a man shows me how tough he is...." She smiled sweetly, "You know what I love more?"

"Chise," her regular warned.

Chise ignored him, "I absolutely adore ripping them down to size..." her hand outstretched towards the unruly customer. He made a move to flee but couldn't, his body was lifted into the air, "I'll be damned if an outdated piece of shit like you comes in here, and disrespects my home..." her invisible hold on him tightened, making him grunt on pain, "I don't give a flying fuck who you are or what you do, when you walk into my house, you'll be respectful." With a wave of her hand she tossed him across the bar, into the brick wall, "Pay your tab and leave."

Interesting, he thought to himself. It was pretty hot, the way she handled that. Her quirk was strong, her presence demanding. He watched as the man paid his tab and quietly left, followed by what he assumed were the man's workers.

Her regular sighed, "You gonna start another argument with the yakuza?"

Chise casually shrugged her shoulders, picking up the barstool, "It never ends well for them..." she pulled up her sleeves, her tattooed forearms now visible, "Don't scold me Toshi."

Toshi chuckled, "It never does any good."

Chise walked back up to him and let out a breath, "Did you decide on a tab?"

He thought for a moment, "Nah," he reached into his pocket, placing money on the counter, "I enjoyed the show, keep the change."

Chise chuckled softly, a smile gracing her full lips, "Thank you, mysterious stranger."