Mafia Darling

Chapter 1

Italics are Izuku's thoughts. 

Izuku reread the email he'd just received. He had to be seeing things. There was no way the email could be real. 

"I can't get a response from a cafe down the street, but Endeavor Inc. wants me to do an interview?" he mumbled to himself while scrolling through the very long email. He typed out a quick response, confirming that he was available that day to come in and hit send. He only had a few hours before he needed to be downtown for the interview, so he lazily pushed himself off the couch with a sigh. 

Izuku needed to shower and try to find clothes that were appropriate for the event. The shower was the easy part. Rifling through his entire closet with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking for anything even remotely close to interview clothes, was the hard part. 

"C'mon," he groaned, awkwardly trying to find a safe area to put his foot as he half crawled into the closet. "I know it's back here." He blindly felt over the different boxes and items that he'd crammed into the back. He felt cool metal touch his fingertips and smiled. "Gotcha." 

He pulled the metal case out and set it on his bed. "Alright, so I'm gonna need to dress it down a little, but the shirt, pants, and blazer will work," he noted to himself, a habit he'd picked up when he was a kid. It had gotten him into a fair amount of trouble, especially during his last job, but he'd never managed to break it. 

Just in time, Izuku was dressed and heading out the door. He was a punctual person by nature, deducing exactly how much time he'd need for any given task. He wasn't a fan of driving though, so he waved down a taxi and hopped in, giving the address and sitting back. 

What a complete one-eighty, he mused to himself. Assassination to a desk job, oh how the mighty fall. 

He straightened out his jacket after he stepped out of the taxi. "It's just an intel job," he whispered to himself while entering the front doors. "You've done this a thousand times." Izuku couldn't believe he was actually nervous about a job interview. For a normal job. He'd been a killer for hire since he was nineteen, how did this even faze him? 

There was a front desk with a pretty brunette sitting behind it. Izuku made his way over and hit her with a dazzling smile. It was easy for him to see the way her shoulders relaxed and she already looked happier to be there. "Hello, how can I help you?" she asked him, her voice just a little too high to be natural. He was making her nervous. 

Good, if I have to be nervous, so does she, Izuku thought bitterly. Even if he knew she was nervous around him because she thought he was attractive, the sentiment still stood. "I'm here for a job interview, Izuku Midoriya?" He casually leaned an arm on the desk, but even that little invasion had the desk clerk blushing faintly. Some people are just too easy. 

"O-oh, it's right here. You'll be meeting with Yaoyorozu in meeting room B on the fifteenth floor," she told him, avoiding his eyes. "Elevators are right through the security checkpoint." 

Izuku followed the finger she'd pointed, finding the various metal detectors halfway into the building along with a handful of security guards. They were watching people pass through like hawks, the instant a detector went off, they were in front of them. He whistled lowly at the sight. "You guys take security pretty seriously here, huh?" 

He turned back and watched the brunette nod enthusiastically. "Safety is very important to us!" 

"That's great." He had to stop himself from cringing. She was like a walking HR pamphlet and it was starting to weird him out. "Well, hopefully I see you around sometime." He gave her a small wave before heading to the security checkpoint.