HOMRA One shots (K project)

Shohei x Reader

~ Shohei's POV ~

When I first joined Homra, everything changed. It sounds like a line out of a cheesy movie, yeah I know. But that's what this whole situation sort of turned out to be.

I only wanted Homra's power so that I could go up against my enemies and be guaranteed victory. However, that didn't work and San-chan had to come save my ass again...like he had continued to do ever since we were kids.

We shuffled back to the bar that night, caressing our wounds with frowns upon our faces, we had won, but it didn't feel like it, not physically anyways.

When we walked into the bar I didn't expect to see a girl sitting there and not just any girl. She was a pretty girl.

I instantly felt my eyes widened and my heart leap in surprise. Her (H/l), (H/c) hair was pulled to the side so that it flowed over one shoulder, her skin looked soft and smooth, her lips were a pale red color and she had sweet little black earrings. She looked good in the oversized hoodie she was wearing with those torn black shorts.

San-chan punched my arm lightly making me gasp in pain from my injuries and catching everyone's attention, including the mystery girls. I felt my embarrassment take the form of a pout when I finally caught her eyes; they weren't how I expected them to be. Her (E/c) orbs were dark, empty and cold and there was a scowl upon her lips. She seemed drained of life, or hell if she even had any at all.

"Ah, you two are back." Izumo greeted us, smiling and waving his cloth at us.

I nodded and walked farther into the bar, slumping onto the leather couch near the door and letting my eyes flutter closed almost instantaneously from the exhaustion. I just didn't have the energy to do anything anymore, even if there was a strong urge to talk to that girl. As if reading my thoughts, Izumo spoke again.

"This is (Y/n). She's been a member of Homra for a while, she was just out on a job when you came in."

I opened my eyes again at the mention of her name and grinned lightly.

"H-hello." I waved. Feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me.

Her lips twitched as if there was a smile tugging at them, but a frown overtook it and she waved back, very curtly.

"I'm Shohei, by the way... um, in case you didn't know."

I stumbled over my words, partly from being beat up and tired, and partly from the butterflies that were swimming around in my stomach.

"Cool." She uttered, taking a sip of some dark liquid from a glass. It must be some special drink that Izumo whipped up.

I felt myself relax against the couch, I was ready to just sleep, and it had been a long day. But before I could even consider closing my eyes again, Mikoto's voice snapped me out of my tempations.

"Now that you two have met, I want you to pick something up for me tomorrow." He let out a puff of smoke, making his amber eyes haze over slightly.

"What is it?"

"Why do I have to go with him?"

(Y/n)'s tone of voice caught me off guard and it took only a minute for the hurt of her words to soak into my heart like ice water. That's odd, usually when someone was rude to me I just shrugged it off or laughed, what's-

Oh no, I already cared for her? Are you kidding me?

I silently fumed at my realization and rolled my eyes in an attempt to make it seem like I didn't care.