Mafia Darling

Chapter 3

Was this fic just a plow to be able to write the mha boys in suits? That's a secret I'll never tell. 

The next day, Izuku was stumped as he stared down at the paper in front of him. Correction, he wasn't stumped, it was just wrong. 

"Does he even read these before handing them to me?" Izuku complained to no one but himself as he made his way from his office to Shoto's. He didn't bother knocking before pushing the door open. "What the fuck is this?" he asked right away as he walked in. 

He took in the scene before him. Shoto was sitting at his desk with the most prominent scowl Izuku had seen from him. Hitoshi was sitting on the edge of the desk, his feet just barely off the ground. A man Izuku had never met before, but knew to be Enji Todoroki, looked as if he was mid-yell before Izuku barged in. "This is tense," he commented, letting the hand holding the distressing contract fall to his side. 

Hitoshi let out a loud laugh at the green-haired man's observation, but he was the only one who seemed to find it funny. The intimidating Enji Todoroki folded his arms over his chest, glaring down at him, while his son looked exhausted with his job. 

"Did you need something, Midoriya?" Shoto asked with a sigh, shifting his chair so he was fully facing Izuku instead of his father. 

He held up the papers in his hands once again. "Do you even skim over these before tossing them at me?" He marched right up to the desk, shoving past Enji without a second thought. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" the large man demanded at the action. Izuku noticed that Hitoshi had shoved a fist in his mouth to try and conceal his laughter. 

"It's so wrong it should be illegal," Izuku complained as he tossed the contract on Shoto's desk. "Not only are the projections way off, but they spelled your fucking name wrong." 

Shoto narrowed his eyes at the shorter man. "Apologies, running a business and a mafia means I have less time to skim paperwork I expect you to take care of." 

Izuku scoffed at his response. "You need to get better at multitasking then." 

"Shoto," Enji's commanding voice boomed into the room. Izuku almost covered his ears from the volume. He knows we're all three feet away from him, right? Izuku asked himself. "Who is this man who has no value for his own life?" 

Izuku nearly doubled over with laughter at the thinly veiled threat directed at him. He had to brace himself against Shoto's desk to avoid falling over from the strength of it. "As if," he took a deep breath between the chuckles. "You could kill me, Mr. Todoroki," he mocked and watched as the man's head almost burst into flames from his anger. 

"Do you know who-"

Izuku held up a hand, a bored expression on his face as he cut him off. "Enji Todoroki, the current head of the Todoroki family. You've got your greedy little paws in nearly every aspect of the underground, drugs, weaponry, human trafficking, the list goes on. I don't care who you are, Todoroki. I'm just trying to do my paperwork." 

The biography, to Izuku's mild surprise, actually calmed the other man down. He looked back to his son. "Where did you find this one?" 

"Why does everyone keep asking that?" Izuku asked in annoyance. 

"Because you always seem to be the most lethal in any given room, even surrounded by mafia members, and you didn't even know it was a mafia. We're all a little curious about you," Hitoshi explained nonchalantly. 

"Whatever," Izuku brushed off his words. "Paperwork," he shifted back to Shoto. "What'd I do with it?" 

"Revise it, send them the new copy to look over," Shoto said dismissively, shoving the contract back into his hands.