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Fuck your student x teacher shit you are disgraceful this is a hero x hero, friends to lovers, Coworkers to Lovers, high stakes romantic love affair!!!
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In Tokyo's nightlife, 24-year-old bartender Emma Aiello is secretly Nicky Clesia, a 26-y...
Real life: Name: Nicky Clesia Age: 26 Hero Name: Ultimo Onore Mission: infiltrate and destroy the League of Villains Quirk: Venom (Bites someone with her fangs a powerful venom released into their bloodstream causing paralyzation, respiratory failure, internal bleeding, and eventually death)
She works under the hero commission as a last resort, the final weapon to put into play if need be for now she plays the villain. ——————————————
"Aiello get the phone!" A large man grumbled from behind a stack of papers in the back room of the bar. Nicky rolled her eyes, she hated her cover at a bar in the sums of Japan with the grimly old men that could be more or less comparable to rats. She picked up the phone, "Hello you've reached Sasayakimasu Hostess Club, how may I help you?" Nicky spoke in a sweet-sounding tone, unlike her natural voice. Nicky listened to the customer's wants and desires, almost wanting to throw up as he went on and on about the girl he wished to be with and what he wanted to do to her. She listed for a full-service session to get the most money out of the nasty fucker before hanging up.
She shivered, feeling dirtier after that call. Nicky then headed to the back to help the rest of the staff set up for the opening. The club was buzzing with worry and woes, the girls and staff always hated the beginning of the weekend night shift. The bar would be full along with the ten private booths they offered the guests. It would be full of rich men who are too lazy or too busy to flirt with women and put in the effort. Most of them end up trying to throw money at the girls as if they're strippers are trying to gain extra cash.
The club features luxurious booths lining the walls, separated by black curtains dividing them from the other guests for privacy. Each booth was furnished with sleek leather couches dressed in beautiful pillows and throws, complemented by a sleek white modern coffee table in the center. Large crystal cylinders hung from the ceiling and a grand, well-stocked bar occupies the center of the floor. While 1960s-style birdcage stages are strategically placed throughout for the dancers.
Nicky was a hostess and singer at the club, something she was lucky to do, or so she's been told by her boss hundreds of times over. "Emma! Baby cakes!" Nicky turned to her boss; his arms open to her with a sly smile on his greedy little face. If you haven't guessed yet, Nicky isn't just Nicky. She's playing a cover "Emma Aiello," a girl looking for extra cash in the underground. Nicky works for the Italian Hero Embassy, but she was commissioned overseas recently to Japan for two reasons: one, she's the only one who could speak the language, and two, she's the only hero who had a caught the hit on a man selling to some vendors from Sicily.
Nicky turned to him a with a faked enthusiastic smile went in for the hug. His big arms wrapped around her tightly allowing his hands to roam her waist and lower back. Nicky desperately wanted to pull away but she knew better. This man treated his workers worse than he treated his dogs, 'one act of disrespect you're gonna be trying to cover black-eye with concealer' she thought with a hum. After a very awkward long hug he finally pulled away, "How is my favorite little show stopper tonight," he teased, his sausage fingers resting under her chin.
"I'm alright," She mutters pulling back, the staff around her are staring in awe of her composure. Nicky was keeping her head down and her tone in check even after months of mistreatment. The man nodded and went and sat at one of the booths, his arms stretched atop the couch as he scanned over the restaurant like he was king surveying peasants. Nicky desperately wanted to wring his neck out but the towel that sat tightly twisted and crumpled in her hands would have to do. She needed this job for her cover just a tab bit longer so she could get closer to her target.
Tonight Nicky is meeting a contact from the Japanese Hero Commission, he is an old friend of her's she made through doing the international students program back in high school. She kinda of wonder if it was gonna be weird seeing him again after all these years. Nicky left her boss at the booth to go get ready for the opening. Going to the back room, she went to fix her makeup and hair while the minutes till opening ticked down. "Just play the part," She whispered to herself pushing her dark curls out of her face before heading back up to the main floor.
Guests had started to trickle in and began to fill the booths, Nicky smiled as she headed to her first section and her first seated booth of the night. A older man dressed in a black and navy suit, he looked like he just came from work. He had a beer belly and a bit of a beard, it was silver by the way it shown it the lights. By a couple of drinks in and some light groping he was satisfied and left a large tip. Nicky sighed slipping away to the next client, a thinner man this time but much older. "Why do I always get the old guys" she huffed before greeting the man with her best smile.
A client or four gone by and still no sign of this old friend she was meant to meet tonight. Getting impatient she heads out for a smoke break, out back in the alley by the old dumpster and the drugged out homeless man. She cupped her hand trying to light her smoke, but with no luck her lighter was out of juice. "Need a light" a gruff but familiar voice came from above her, looking up Nicky huffed as she saw the hero sitting atop a building.
"Couldn't be more discreet?" Nicky said leaned against the side of the building as he jumped down, her old friend coming to see her once again and she didn't know how to feel. He shrugged fixing his scarf before offering the light, which she gladly accepted raising her cigarette to the flame.
"Never thought you'd smoke,"
"Never thought you'd become a teacher," Nicky hummed back with a smirk crossing her face.
"Touché" he pulled out a box of smoke of his own lighting one before they both looked at each other in an understanding. "Nice outfit, Gattina*" he winked breathing out a puff of grey, Nicky's doe eyes narrowed at the old nick name. She had thought it wishful thinking that he'd remembered but here he was sweet talking her like she was a dame-felt like a black and white movie.
"We shouldn't be meeting like this," she says in a hindering cliché he merely smirked back devilishly.
"You know you boss wouldn't let me in, caused to much of a...ruckus the last time," Aizawa chuckled another breath of smoke exhaling from his lungs. He walked closer to her and turn to against the wall, "so we don't have much time, It's Emma right?" He hummed.
"Kept you voice down you old rat," she slapped his shoulder, "You'll get us caught," her voice more hushed then before. This was another part of the act, the one of the lady serving a man paying cash. His hand wrapped gently around her waist and pulled her in. "old factory down by the dock," she muttered just as her boss burst through the back doors looking for her.
"get off!" Nicky screamed, pushing her friend off and away she ran inside behind her boss. She prayed it was enough to making him turn the other way, and it was he pulled her right back out to the floor. Where she found her next client was one of greater interest to her. A man of the shadows if you will.
