My Hero Academia: Seek and Destroy [Reader Insert]

29. The Perfect Son, The Perfect Monster

"Are you sure you weren't followed?"

"Please, I'm pretty sure I would be able to tell if one of those flashy hero bastards had tracked me or not."

"He's got a point, they aren't exactly known for stealth, sir."

You chuckled to yourself, peering down from the rafters as the four gangsters shuffled around below you.

They were talking like they were some kind of top secret organization that prioritized discretion.

Ironic considering that the strange, bird-like masks they wore as uniforms hadn't exactly made them hard to find.

"You've got the Trigger?"

"Hell yeah. This stuff might as well be gold in a tube. Druggies are willing to sell their souls for this junk."

"Ever tried it?"

"Hell no. Side effects are a goddamn nightmare to deal with, I hear."

"Yeah, Common sense is all but demolished while on it, wouldn't wanna end up doing something stupid while high and piss off the big guy."

"Would you guys stop talking!? This warehouse could be tapped for all we know."

You grinned, "It's not. I checked ahead of time. It's just you guys and me."

Immediately the group froze, caught off guard by your unfamiliar voice. Their eyes snapped up to meet yours, illuminated with the glow of blue fire that danced up around your shoulders.

"Well don't stop on my account, especially now that I'm so invested."

"You idiot, I thought you said you weren't followed," A man with a red mask growled, grabbing his associate by the collar.

"Come on, nobody is that good at tailing people," you leapt down from the rafters, landing gracefully between the thugs and the exit. "I've been here the whole time. Got a tip from one of your loose ends."

Two of the men paled, catching on that they might be in a lot more trouble than they thought.

The one with the mask frowned at you, eyeing your hero costume with an unimpressed look on his face. "And who are you supposed to be? One of Endeavor's sidekicks?"

One of his buddies slapped him hard on the back of his head "Are you blind!? Look at his fire. That's his son, the cremation hero!"

"This guy is way out of our league," another muttered nervously. "He nearly incinerated our last squad."

You brightened and clapped your hands together, "Oooh! I have a reputation now! How exciting! Well I guess there isn't any need for any introductions. How about you hand me over the drugs, march on over to the police station and we can get this over with, hm?"

One of them took a step forward, but was stopped by another, "Wait. He might be bad but what about the boss? Overhaul will mess us up for sure. This isn't worth it."

They muttered amongst themselves seeming torn about either result.

You rolled your eyes. Endeavor had taught you not to let lowlifes waste your time. You had better things to do then watch these bastards fumble about.

"Alright I'm getting bored, let's speed this up a bit." You summoned Cremation to your hands and allowed it to block the entryway in a wall of searing hot flames. You smiled as their looks of hesitancy turned into sheer panic as smoke began to fill the building. "New deal. How about you give me the Trigger AND tell me the location of your production headquarters or I roast you all alive."

"Y-you can't be serious!" One of them said in horror. "W-we are just l-low ranking nobodies! Y-you are really gonna torch us for intel!?"

"You may be low ranking, but you do have Trigger and inside information of the Yakuza, so yes. I suggest you get talking." You insisted. You placed your hand on the dry wood of a crate and allowed it to ignite. "Tik tok. I suggest to get yappin' if you wanna keep your limbs."