Flowers|| S. Todoroki x Kanao Reader

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 31|| 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭'𝓼-𝓕𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓲𝓵

Trigger warnings:
Drug use/ overdoses
Human trafficking
Mentions of rape (not explicit)

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"You crazy mother fucker" a man slurred, his words were bunched together and lazy, a clear indication of just how intoxicated he was.

"That's two for me and one for you, today's not your night man" another said, taking a big swig of his bottle.

There was constant chattering around them, screaming directed towards the huge cage in the middle of the underground club.
An illegal fight ring, a place any hero could dream of busting and shutting down.

This one in particular has been up and running for a decade, standing strong and doing better than ever with bets being placed and fresh fighters every week either wanting to make a quick buck, or the unfortunate who were forced to fight against their will.

"You only have me by one you asshole, and the night is still young" he grumbled, tilting his head back exaggeratedly to get the last few drops in his bottle.

"Who's next anyway?"

"Fuck, it's Yaren up against Kudai."

"Kudai is on my side of the ring, get ready to pay up" the man said to his equally as drunken friend, looking towards the large, muscular fighter who stepped into the ring. An undefeated man who always beat his opponents either on death's doorstep or actually ended their lives. There was never an ounce of mercy towards any of his victims, the fight was already sealed.

The loud bell rang out, the two fighters walking towards each other and beginning to exchange blows.

Footsteps made their way through the crowd, weaving carefully through the loud men who cheered and screamed towards the fighting cage. A dark cloak being worn by the figure, who was a lot smaller than any of the drunken slobs in the entire place. The hood was covering their face as they walked, their black boots thumping against the wooden floors.

Y/N looked up towards the second floor, the group who ran the place were seated in a pretty secure spot. Y/N could sort of see the protective glass protecting them from anyone on the outside of it.
She let her eyes wander towards the cage, blood covering the matted floor below the fighters. Kurai was toying around, taking his sweet time in giving Yaren a painful demise.

One of the two drunken men who had been placing their bets finally noticed Y/N standing close by. He could discreetly see her smaller figure and his mind automatically went to a female being hidden underneath the cloak.
He nudged his friend with an excited grin, motioning his head towards the young teen. The other caught on quickly, nodding his head quickly. And with the boost of encouragement, the first one to spot her reached his hand out to her a grab at her rear.

His laugh was cut short, when Y/N's hand grabbed his wrist tightly before he could touch her. He became more and more sober when her grip tightened, he was sure his wrist was going to break from the force.

She put his arm behind his back, her other hand grabbing his head and slamming it against the table he was sat at, rendering him unconscious. His friend didn't get the chance to help, Y/N grabbing the empty beer bottle and breaking it on his head, forcing him to fall from his chair.

Y/N grabbed the other bottle, throwing it across the room to hit someone else. And a room filled with drunken men and a bottle being thrown from someone they hadn't noticed?
The underground fight club immediately sprung into a free for all, all of them throwing punches as each other, quirks raging.