A Drop of Blood [BNHA x Male Reader]

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Laughter and chatters were heard from the large elegant room. There were long tables covered with white cloth, food displayed on fancy displays. It had a bright and joyful atmosphere. Bodyguards stood by in each corner and visible area. One of those bodyguards was the underground hero, Eraserhead.

Eraserhead stood still, eyeing everyone who chatted and mingled with the other. He thought that this was a waste of time, and that he should be busy with patrol and dealing with actual criminals, not a damn gala! But as a hero, this was his duty. A duty that he had to take when he became a hero. He just continued to eye the guests, taking entertainment out of their happy faces and conversations that he could hear from his place.

But as the time went by, he couldn't help but start to get bored. Watching everyone is starting to get boring for him and he had nothing else to do other than stand around with his hands behind his back.

A tall figure walked up to him. "Can I help you?" He leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow and staring at the figure. His legs became tired and so he leaned against the wall, awaiting for the response of the unknown figure.

"My, if it isn't the pro hero Eraserhead..." Crimson chuckled, walking over to Eraserhead. "What brings you here to this gala? Are you following me?" Crimson asked, tilting his head.

Eraserhead's expression remained blank as he watched Crimson approach him. "Hardly," he replied flatly. "I'm here on official business. A few of my colleagues and I were invited to supervise the security of this event." He folded his arms over his chest, his gaze boring into his E/C eyes. "What about you, Crimson?" he asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. "What brings you to this gala?"

"I was invited, of course." He smiled, his gala mask glinting by the lights in the gala. "Invited, huh?" Eraserhead said, his eyes flicking to Crimson's mask. "Any particular reason why you were invited? Or did you just crash this event to show off your outfit?"

He shook his head almost imperceptibly, a small frown creasing his forehead. "Be careful what you do here, Crimson. There will be people watching your every move, waiting for you to slip up. And if you cause any trouble, I won't hesitate to put you down."

Eraserhead's hands curled up into fists, and he leaned in closer to Crimson, his voice low and menacing. "Remember that I'm watching you, Crimson." He said. "Don't give me a reason to come after you." Crimson could only laugh in response. "My, hero! What a threat! I was invited, no need to fret." Crimson smiled. He wore a blue suit with a gem on his tie, he wore a blue and red gala mask. It fitted well with his body type and it complimented his personality and handsome face.

Eraserhead scowled slightly, unimpressed with Crimson's dismissive attitude. "Don't take me lightly, Crimson." he warned. "I may not be as powerful as All Might or Endeavor, but I'm not someone to be trifled with either." He relaxed slightly, realizing that Crimson wasn't posing an immediate threat at the moment.

"Just remember to behave yourself while you're here," Eraserhead continued, his tone becoming less confrontational. "I don't want to have to arrest you and ruin your reputation as a vigilante." He then glanced at Crimson's blue suit and gem tie. "I must admit, that's a sharp outfit you're wearing. You clean up well." He commented, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Why thank you hero! I try my best." Crimson smiled brightly. Eraserhead nodded curtly in response, before turning his attention back to the event. He watched the crowd closely, scanning for any signs of trouble or suspicious activity.

After several moments of silence, he glanced back at Crimson. "You know, Crimson, I don't have many opportunities to have a normal conversation with civilians." He said, his expression softening slightly. "Is there anything you would like to talk about? Aside from your vigilante activities, of course."