~ LOVE IN THE FABRICS ~

The Black Justice

Y/N was parading around MHA city when suddenly a cool breeze slapped them in the face. Shocked, Y/N did a backflip to avoid the hits, but she still got iceburns on her forearm. Who attacked her? It was a mystery. The cold air caused a lot of icy smoke to form.

Y/N thought it was weird, but she ran home before anything else could happen. Then, just outside her front door, was a strange man with a shady face. She hadn't recognized him as a superhero, but she could tell from simply being near him that he had some crazy power.

"You." He adjusted his fedora that sat tall on his head, black garments covered him from his toes to the top of his neck. He quickly whipped out his phone. It was a Motorola aged from 2005. A blue front cover with cold metallic accents.

The man dialed a number and the phone rang. It rang once. Then twice. Then three times. Then-

"Hello?" A familiar voice called out. It was faint, but even Y/N could tell who it was. Tomura Shigaraki. Her ex.

"It's been a while cupcake butter muffins," The black-clad man spoke into the device. "I have your little ex-girlfriend right in front of me here."

"What do you want, I already told you, I'm not gay!" Tomura snarked as a reply.

"I know you haven't come to terms with the truth yet. But that's not the point. The reason I called you though yes, I was wondering if I could take you out for lunch?" The man smirked.

"Y'know what... Yeah just... If it means you'll leave me alone then sure. I don't care." Shigaraki replied flatly.

"Heh. Okay. Later." The man adorned in black shut the flip phone and carefully slipped into his pants pocket. He adjusted the mask on his face as Y/N watched his every move with utter displeasure and annoyance.

"I don't know what any of this is about, but I need to get back into my apartment. Leave at once!" She ordered.

The man chuckled softly, "Today, Shigarki Tomura will die."

Y/N kissed her teeth, "And why would I care!?"

"Because you will be the one to kill him." He kicked a rock underneath his foot and watched it roll down the raggedy stairs of Y/N's apartment.

"Why are you saying this shit? Who are you?" Y/N lunged forward and clenched her fist.

"Oh me?" He took a bow, "I'm Black Justice." He stood back up before waving Y/ N off and leaping off the ragged steps towards the city.

A man dressed to the T's in an abhorrent denim suit swang into the scene like Spiderman.

"Who are you using my initials for these terrible schemes? And why are you trying to look like– Why are you copying me?"

"That's because... I've always had a big crush on you! Please notice me B-Best Jeanist..." A light blush would coat the man's cheeks.

"That's... Okay." Best Jeanist made a futile attempt at ignoring the absurdity of it all, but the idea of someone trying to copy him because of a small crush is absurd.

What Jeanist didn't realize was that he was talking to himself because Black Justice had ran into the city. Y/N was so furious, that she turned to her front door and began forcing it open.

The jIngling keys awoke Best Jeanist from his delusion and he turned over to Y/N. He pressed his hand against the door so she couldn't escape into her house.

"I've had enough of this. Get away from me." Y/N ordered Best jeanist.

"No! I-"

"Why are you here? There is an ice-cold monster in the city!" She yelled frustrated.

"What monster?" Best Jeanist turns his head.

"I felt something cold attack me. I got frostbite." Y/N shows Best Jeanist her forearm.

He touched it softly, lo and behold, it was cold to the touch.

"Don't touch me." Y/N pulled back.

Best Jeanist gave her a look of concern, "I just want to help!"

"Then go away and save that Shigaraki guy. I don't know why I'd be of any importance to some bigshot like you, but I never asked for it. The more time you spend with me the more civillians that'll die, and that's blood on your hands." Y/N turned away, before letting out a small 'tch'.

Best Jeanist shook his head before countering with, "But would those lives mean anything if I ignored someone right in front of me? You can't give me a 'trolley on the tracks' situation when I could be the direct reason someone dies by not interfering. So give me your arm and I'll leave you alone if that's even what you want anyway."

"... Yeah have my damn arm or whatever. I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that shit at the end though, I don't even know what you mean by that anyway. Just make sure you fuck off after, my day has already been going terribly and you aren't helping."

Jeanist would quickly fix up her forearm before getting up and turning around, "... Are you sure you don't wanna go with me? I think you could save some lives out there, even in your state."

"Yeah Blow Job boy, I don't care about that kinda stuff. No offense to your prim and proper mini-blow jobs though."

Best Jeanist shook his head before walking away to the door, "Alright then." The door was closed, leaving Y/N alone to digest everything that had happened in the last 10 minutes.

"What the hell just happened in the last 10 minutes..." Y/N blushed remembering Best Jeanist touching them.