{NULL & VOID} Kaminari x Fem!Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾: 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

On the small stage, a man with blond hair and bright red sunglasses holds a microphone.

"Um, uh, how can you make a mouse smile?" he pauses before quickly adding, "By saying cheese!"

You and Kendo exchange looks of disappointment and confusion, then quickly look away.

"Well, uh, why was the cheese feeling so happy? Because it's gouda brie a good day..."

"Oh my god, it's the worst joke I've ever heard," you groan, just before the audience begins cheering suddenly. You can't tell if they're just drunk, or if they're genuinely enjoying his shitty jokes.

"No way that's actually funny," Kendo adds, shaking her head.

"It was awful, wasn't it?" you sigh as you lean your back against the bar, waiting to hear the next terrible joke come out of his mouth. "I don't know about this place, Ken, it looks good but we should probably be careful just in case they lied to get us to leave that, uh..."

"Fuck warehouse," she grins, owning the crappy word.

"Please don't say that again," you groan, tilting your head to the side at her.

Just then, the bartender approaches from behind you and asks for your drink order. Without looking at him, you request a Manhattan.

"Water's good for me," Kendo smiles softly at him.

"Water, really?" you tease. "You should loosen up before they wonder why we're even here."

"I want to be on alert in case something does happen," she counters.

"Yeah, alright, suit yourself."

Just then, the horrible cheese comedian as you've dubbed him in your head, gets off the stage as some other woman with pink skin shoos him off.

"So, I did have a notebook of jokes to impress a certain someone with how funny I am, but I accidentally melted my own notebook with my quirk. But hey, it's no biggie. He laughed about it when I told him," she begins, her voice raspy. "So I guess that's it for tonight. Goodnight and enjoy your drinks!"

However, she doesn't get off. Instead, she starts dancing. You and Kendo watch as she then makes her way back to the mic. "You know, if I was in trouble with a surveillance officer, I'd just show them my moves. I bet they'd be so impressed they'd just surrender. Why fight 'em when you can dance away the crime?"

"She's not much better," Kendo whispers to you.

"I don't know, she's not bad," you shrug.

Just then, the bartender returns with your drinks. When you turn to face him, you nearly lose your words. You hadn't been expecting a handsome blond man about the same age as you to be staring back at you.

"Thanks," you smile awkwardly, taking your drink.

"No problem," he smiles softly, holding up two thumbs up as he walks away.

"Did he just forget to make us pay?" she chuckles. "I think you flirted away the charge."

"Oh, please," you roll your eyes. "He was a total weirdo."

"Can't say I don't agree," she smiles.

Despite what you've just said, you can't help but watch as he walks out the back door. "Come on," you nudge her in the arm. "Got a lead."

After quickly downing your drink, you go around the side of the building to corner the bartender. There, you pull a knife to his throat. "Hey, you!" you shout.

"Y/N, what the fuck?!" Kendo nearly shrieks before covering her mouth to avoid any attention.

"Are you part of any activist group in this faction?" you ignore her and continue to press.