Control (BHNA x Female Villain Reader)

A Game With an Acquaintance

A/N: Almost the end of march so I'm like a month late but man do I have a lot of work on my plate. Plus I have like four different group projects with only a handful of capable teammates. So I hardly sleep let alone write. (at least for pleasure, it's hard after writing a few actually essays.)  

It's really aggravating because I have a loose storyboard for this and my jjk fic each spanning way way far into the future but I lack the time to execute them. Oh well it is what it is, the comments and votes help me push through. 

So yeah extra stuff out of the way please enjoy!  

Btw: Tournament was restructured so that Momo vs Tokoyami would be the last fight in round one.

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Y/N POV

I see him clearly in my memories: a young boy with eyes and hair as black as ink who clung to the shadows, a snarky brat with a tongue and an even quicker smile. He could be annoying, but I didn't hate being around him. Back then, I never once saw him complain about anything; no matter what he went through, he wore a smile.

I always wondered if others were as disgusted by that smile as I was. It was an empty, vapid lie that clung so tightly to his skin that it was practically a part of him. If I had to point out the thing I hated the most about him, it would be that.

That's why right now, when he's sitting next to me, I kind of want to rip his head off. He's still wearing that revolting smile after all these years. "I don't remember you being this scary. Y/N, are you threatening me?" He may have been all smiles, but his words were undercut with an edge.

"Threatening? I'm sorry you feel that way. Don't worry, I probably won't hurt you, Yoshida." I said teasingly, enjoying the brief second. Yoshida's arm tensed as though he were prepared to strike me. "Keep the octopus ready, though... just in case."

Yoshida sighed as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger, his brows furrowed as he thought about my words. "Yup, I already knew it, but you really suck at comforting people, don't you? I bet you leave a trail of tears across the face of every girl in town."

I could only stare at Yoshida's dumb face in disbelief that he thinks he has any right to call me out, considering the type of man he is. Some people have no shame. I wish they'd have sent anyone else to watch me. "Was there something you wanted? I have a sports festival to watch, and you probably have to leave and film a K-drama or something."

"Something I want? Let's see... a lovely fainting couch for my living room. I hardly have time to stay home, but it could use a more classy touch.

Were it possible, I'm sure my eyes would've rolled out of my head. "Do you think you're funny or something?"

"I have my moments." He replied as a hand ran through his jet-black bangs.

"Maybe once a decade."

"Well, at least I'm consistent." Yoshida chuckled as he stretched his back, revealing a blade hung off his waist. Once more, those eyes as black as the void stared into my own, but this time, there were no traces of that empty smile. "You've been causing quite a stir. The suits up in Kyoto have been asking all about you."

I recoiled slightly, burying my chin in my palm, and stared blankly out the window. Even as the students outside paraded around, I couldn't focus on them. All I saw in the reflection was a panel of people in suits looking down on me like nothing had changed. I resent this feeling. "Kyoto, huh... I always hated those bigwigs. They were needlessly intimidating as a kid."