Helluva Boss X Reader (Season 1)

CHAPTER 83: UNSTEADY FOCUS

Millie: Not a chance, boss.

Blitzø: Wanna bet?

Millie: Alright then, what d'you want?

The Imp turned his head slightly, his smile sharp with amusement.

Blitzø: A poster-sized pic of you and Mox doing the "inverse cowgirl," hat and all or it don't count... and some courtesy lub.

Millie: Down, boy. Try again.

Blitzø shrugged with a mock defeat, lips curling in a parody of surrender.

Blitzø: Had to try. Okay, then- uh.. you'll let me use your axe on the next mission.

Millie: Deal!

Blitzø stepped forward and held the dart between his long, sharp fingers, as if it were a surgical scalpel. With a swift motion, he threw it. The dart shot out and lodged itself right in the center of an apple, jammed into a human's jaw like a vice. The poor wretch, stifled by whimpers, shuddered, unable to spit it out.

Millie clapped listlessly, rolling her eyes as Blitzø took a theatrical bow while the poor bastard, bound with bondage tape and ridiculously dressed as a Playboy bunny, struggled uselessly in the chair.

He'd been goofing off more than usual—maybe it was the strange "day off" he'd handed them yesterday—but Millie's notion drifted off before it could stick.

Blitzø: It's all in the wrist, Millie Billie. It's just a matter of precision and perfection~

He pointed at himself as if he were a masterpiece carved by Satan himself. Millie, unimpressed, crossed her arms, disbelief written all over her face.

Millie: Pfft, precision? At that distance, even my little brother could'a hit it while suckin' on a popsicle.

Blitzø: Oh, ya think you can do better?

With a sharp jerk, he pulled the dart out of the fruit, nearly sending the victim tumbling face first into the floor, and carelessly threw it at Mills, who easily caught it in midair.

Blitzø: Let's see... show me your best shot.

Millie took the dart confidently and prepared to aim, locking squarely on the apple. For a second, concentration made her smile; it reminded her of the times she'd played target practice as a child.

But just before she threw it, the flicker on her face dissolved into seriousness. An image flashed through her mind: that afternoon at the office, when she'd taught Y/N how to throw those very same darts. The memory was accompanied by the doubts she'd left buried, and they all came flooding back.

Blitzø: What? You pussied out?

Millie blinked, shaking off the distraction, her features hardening with resolve.

Millie: Never!

With a nimble motion, she tossed the dart into the air, caught it with her tail, and fired it with such force that it not only hit the apple, but also knocked the man to the ground along with the chair.

She crossed her arms, flashing Blitzø a smug, triumphant smirk. Her boss, on the other hand, scowled in annoyance.

Blitzø: Show-off.

He walked over to the victim to pick up the dart. But while he was distracted by the task, Millie's expression dimmed.

For a moment, the playful mood he'd dragged in with him almost made her forget the unease she'd been carrying since that day—the faint bruise, the unanswered questions she'd tucked away even from her husband.