𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧

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𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑
𝟶𝟽:𝟻𝟻 𝙰𝙼

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It was too early according to Izuku, he wasn't a morning person and more of a night owl but after literally being pulled out of bed by Kirishima and being thrown outside, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He wasn't left much time to process and before he knew it, he was put in the back of a limousine by the driver, Mezou Shouji. A mysterious man who liked to stay silent when he was on the job, only saying the bare minimum. No one ever saw his full face since he always wears a mask, only letting his eyes show. His big built and deep voice, was a contradictory mix of both reassuring and threatening..

"The boss left clothes for you, it's right next to you, change while we get there and don't worry everything is tinted no one can look." A deep voice resonated and Izuku looked at the front where the window separating the back and the driver slowly opened. Izuku nodded uncertainly before it went back up, leaving the privacy needed for him to change. It was a black and white suit, simple and classic and Izuku hated it. He put on the black pants he was given and then the white button up shirt. He put the coat aside and the tie with it, he wasn't putting the coat to rebel in his own way and if he was asked he'd definitely say it was for the same reason for the tie but truth be told, he simply doesn't know how to put on a tie properly. He never had a father to show him after all. He discreetly took a look around the vehicle and it was truly modern, way more than his old Nissan from 2005. But that wasn't why he was looking for at all, it took a few seconds before he found it. A K-5 was strapped beneath the seat in front of him, a small smirk grew as he moved over and grabbed it. He took out the magazine, confirming it was full. He put it in the inside of the waist band of his pants as he waited to arrive to the base they were heading to.

It wasn't long before they arrived, a five minutes ride by car would have been thirty minutes by foot. Izuku tried opening the door himself after the car stopped simply to realize it was child locked. Izuku groaned in annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest pouting as he waited for someone to open. Soon it opened but he was surprise to see Katsuki there with his own pistol pointed at him, earning him a death glare from Izuku who came out the car still pouting. "You really can't be trusted huh?" Katsuki questioned with a smirk before swiftly taking back his extra gun that Izuku stole. Clicking his tongue, he closed the door behind him but the blond held it open. "Put the whole suit on." Katsuki ordered grabbing it from the seat and pushing it against Izuku's chest.

The famous hitman grabbed it, clicking his tongue, and quickly putting it on, purposely making sure to create new wrinkles and he put the tie around his neck, not bothering to tie it up. "Happy now?" Izuku asked in a growl and Katsuki exhaled in discouragement face at the bratty attitude of the green haired male.

"Very." He responded pulling on the black coat so it looked more clean, telling himself the tie wasn't the end of the world. "Now, follow me or I'll drag you there." Katsuki ordered pushing Izuku in the direction of the entrance of the base where the shooting range was. Izuku followed and waited for them to get there. A few members Izuku still hadn't met were already there, even if it was early in the morning, and he was also attracting a lot of attention since he was not only new but also being brought by their boss himself. The walk there continued in a loud silence between the two.

Izuku was as careful as possible, taking in any detail from their surrounding, taking a mental note of all exits. If he were to escape, the main door would only be a last resort because it was too obvious. There were a few rooms where there were guards positioned in front, which indicated that there were most likely important belongings or information inside. He may not need these types of things but it was always good to have a good idea of what you are surrounded of.