~ LOVE IN THE FABRICS ~

THE LUNCH

Black Justice sat patiently as he waited for Tomura to arrive. He tapped his feet under the glossy wooden table of the Olive Garden he chose to eat at.

The waitress had already come by and gave Black Justice a drink. He found that exhilarating. Everyone was walking around and living their lives unaware that Justice is upon them.

Out the window of Olive Garden, Black Justice saw Tomuras car. He was even lucky enough to see his pale face as he parked in the parking lot. Black Justice sighed. He thought to himself, "Thank god. I thought he bailed on me again."

Tomura sighed lazily as he pulled out a little black bag out of his glove compartment. He pulled out one hand at a time, painstakingly putting it somewhere on his head or face. Tomura did not wanna meet with Black Justice.

After a long pity party in the car, he walked inside and sat down at the table. In the end, he didn't wear any hands because he wanted to eat some breadsticks.

"Hello, Shigaraki." Black Justice greeted the man.

"Hello... Justice..." Tomura hesitated to speak, "How long do I have to call you that stupid nickname?"

"How are you this evening?" Black justice asked. Tomura simply shook his head.

Black Justice cleared his throat, "We need to launch another attack. Your ex girlfriend is about to make her move, but we should go first."

Shigaraki furrowed his brows, "Which one?"

"The one with blue orbs."

Shigaraki reached into the basket of breadsticks between the two, "Y/N doesn't have a quirk. I can beat her if she fights me. Right?" He took a bite out of the breadstick, somberly chewing on it.

". . . Why are you so sad today Tomura?" Black Justice asked as he slowly pushed all the breadsticks in Tomura's direction.

". . . I got beat up by high schoolers again and I'm considering going back to college." His voice trailed.

Suddenly, the clothing of Black Jeanist swells, choking him. He failed once he realized what was going on, "WHAT-The same effect came upon Shigaraki, who was unfazed of to by this. A small tear ran down his tired face.

Best Jeanist ran through the door of the Olive Garden. Y/N followed behind.

"If it isn't the initial snatcher." Best Jeanist announced the second his eyes landed on Black Justice.

"B-BestJeanist..." Black Justice called out, his voice was restrained by his suffocating clothes.

Y/N ran up to Black Jeanist, "Who are you really?"

Just as her fingertips came over the mask covering Black Justices' face, a blizzard whipped through the Olive Garden.

It was a familiar cold to Y/ N. The same one that gave her frost bite. But this time it was bigger and harsher than ever. Suddenly, the snow cleared and the misty winds faded. Y/N began to violently shiver through the harshly depleted cold when she saw it. Her intuition was right.

It was a yeti, a humongous beast. Its eyes were trained on Y/N as it opened its ghastly mouth to fire another blizzard her way. She was sure to die. She was already too cold to move, and she was shivering so hard she could feel her teeth clashing against one another.

Y/N braced herself for a bitter end...

Then something warm touched her and pulled her high away from the olive garden.

When she looked to see what it was, it was no other than Best Jeanist.

"B-B-Best.." Y/N tried to speak, but the cold she just experienced was way too intense.

Best Jeanist chuckled and looked down to her, "You don't need to utter a word. I called endeavor to deal with this yeti. You don't have to worry about 'the trolley' anymore."

Y/N was shocked by this. Was Best Jeanist better than he had seemed?

"I'M COMING FOR YOUR HEAD YOU CUCK!" Black Justice called from far away, charging at the pair.

"Uh oh." Said Best Jeanist.

FINAL PART COMING SOON