MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 76

A small, cozy shop had closed midway through the day. For an hour the walls would reflect silence, filling Nagant's ears with a minor ring.

The door rang with a bell and clicked with a lock. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a seat. At her back was a cool, smooth wall painted a comforting maroon. And on the otherwise a voice.

"I'll be upstairs!"

She acknowledged the sweet tone with a moment of deeper relaxation. Over her torso was an apron dusted with flour and handprints. She considered removing it, yet it mattered little for now.

"I didn't want to disturb you while you were working."

To her side was Y/N, standing as tall and quiet as ever. She hadn't seen him or heard him enter, but she figured it was why he was so good at what he did.

"I would've preferred if you did." She said, annoyed.

"Sorry." Y/N said and it sounded genuine. She opened her eyes and gave him a once-over, scanning every detail about him while he stared at the ceiling, listening to the faint tap of footsteps.

"Leave her out of it." She said, her brows furrowing. "She worries enough with everything going on."

"I wasn't planning on it." He hummed. His voice lowered as the footsteps stilled then moved once more.

Once comfortable, he set a pair of cases down, both small and unsuspecting. She took them in her hand, testing the weight with her eyes growing fiery in urgency.

"Two?" She asked.

"One to erase quirks, the other to restore them." He explained. "The latter is for me."

"What?" Her eyes narrowed and her chest stilled.

"There's a reason to believe I may be one of those monsters." He paused and corrected himself. "I am. We just don't know if I can be controlled. The hero I gave the other half to, Snipe, will be focusing on All for One. If that fails, then you're up."

"And you?" Her jaw clenched, moving the muscle over her temple and nothing else.

"If I lose control, use those to take my quirks. And if I somehow regain myself, use the blue ones. It's a gambit, but we're covering every base here."

"You'd just catch it." She hissed, missing his use of the words 'quirks'. "You've done it before."

"I'm not perfect." He grunted, knowing he'd have to explain what his quirks and weaknesses were as well. "Build some distance, go somewhere I'll never expect it. Then aim for anything exposed. My back, neck, anything along those lines."

Soft tissue, she noted. There wasn't any guarantee it would pierce his skin, but the option was there.

"And?" She took a deep yet subtle breath. She could feel something was being pushed but sat unseen.

"Help us out, and I'll help you." Her heart skipped a beat at that, and she hid it well. "Do you need money? A way out of the country? I can do that. But think about it until you hear this..."

His eyes trailed back to the ceiling, following the faint thumps stretching across aged wood.

"We're planning for All for One. There isn't exactly a plan of attack, and defense is a last resort. So we're hoping for an ambush."

"And you think I can help coordinate that." She said and he nodded. With the red case of bullets in hand, she sighed.

She was conflicted, scared beyond belief. But most of all, she was reluctant. This was something she needed to do, something weighing her down that needed to be relieved or tossed out.