The Man Who Eats Souls {BNHA x Male Villain Reader}

Chapter 1

Warnings- None

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  "What do you mean he's not in America anymore?!" The chief of police yelled at A group of police officers. "Well, from what we gathered from the building, there's evidence that proves he may not be in America anymore." A police officer said, fumbling to show evidence bags. "It's not definite, but this is what we found." He and a few other police officers place the evidence bags on a table.

   There were multiple different language books, a certificate for a passport but no passport, and a bank notice that states that all of the money that was stored in the bank was transferred to a foreign bank. "Ok. This can still be salvaged. He could just be moving to Hawaii or something." The chief of police says with dread filling his voice as he stood up in a panic and observing the evidence. 

   "Thats not it..." The police officer trailed off. He places one final piece of paper on the table. It was a copy of a receipt from {M/n's} computer. 

~SKYLUX TRAVELS~

Russia #1345 / 2:00PM / BOOKED

Russia #4567 / 4:15PM / BOOKED

Russia #7623 / 10:00AM / BOOKED

Japan #5981 / 3:00PM / BOOKED

Japan #6327 / 4:15PM / BOOKED

Ireland #7398 / 5:00PM / BOOKED

Korea #8745 / 9:00AM / BOOKED

Korea # 3241 / 1:00PM / BOOKED

   "Get all men on deck, interview every flight attendant that was on each and every one of these flights. Get some hero's, too. We can try to find out where he went and alert the police or whatever law enforcement they have. But wherever he is, he's their problem now." The chief of police ordered slumping back in his chair, defeated. 

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   "{M/n}, Oolong tea, hot!" A barista girl yells cheerfully, putting a porcelain teacup on the counter and waiting for the person to come grab it. {M/n} walks up and gently grabs the teacup. "Thanks, hon." {M/n} says, giving the barista girl a warm smile. "No problem, sir..." The barista blushes. 

   {M/n} Walks back to the seat he had chosen and sets the tea down. He pulls out the laptop he had bought when he had landed in Japan and continues his search for the perfect high school. The school year had begun a week ago in Japan, so it was difficult to find a school that fit his standards. All the good schools required a scholarship or entrance exam that you had to do before school started. 

   {M/n} Sighs a bit defeated and takes a drink of his tea. He set the cup down and closed his laptop. He jumps a little when he saw a small, white mouse person sitting in front of him. He held a teacup and stared at {M/n}. "Oh, uh, hello?" {M/n} muttered. "Hello." The mouse man spoke and took a sip of his tea. 

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{M/n} POV

   Is this normal in Japan? It can't be, right? It's just creepy. I packed up my laptop and just continued to drink my tea as I cautiously watch this weird mouse man. 

   "What are you sighing so worriedly about?" The mouse thing asked, smiling. "Uh, why?" I ask, still watching the thing cautiously. Is this even a mouse? "A man of few words! I like it." The thing said cheerfully. It looked like one of those cute sidekicks in a video game. 

   "I'm Nezu! I bet you're wondering why I'm sitting here?" Nezu asked tilting his head slightly. "In fact, I am." I say, my guard heightening A bit. Is it some sort of cute police device? Does it know who I am? "Are you foreign? You look American. You're names {M/n} Right? That sounds American. It is, isn't it?" Nezu starts to bombard me with questions. I slightly deadpan at the fact he didn't even tell me why he's sitting with me.