Cherry Blossoms ✔️

Forty Six

Cherry | 46 | Blossoms

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Y/N clutched the tray tight against her chest as she walked closer to the table. After she'd handed Mr. Oompa Loompa the white uniform shirt, and had made Shigaraki happy, she'd come up with an excuse about refilling the water container. But it had been a simple cover up for her to be able to walk by Dabi's table.

"All I have to do is walk by and spill water on one of the three people sitting at your table?" Y/N had repeated slowly.

"Yes," Dabi had let her go.

"Why just that?"

"I think it's better that you don't know," he snapped his fingers. "Ah, but I do need for you to have somewhere prepared for me to hide."

"Is someone really out to kill you?" she pried.

"Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?"

Y/N hadn't been completely sure what his plan was, but she knew should couldn't stick around much longer because Emi would start looking for her or worse; Shigaraki would kill Tobita, and if he was associated with Dabi, Y/N had a feeling it was actually going to be literal this time around.

"You walk out first," Dabi had told her. "I'll walk out after you. Wait a few minutes after you give the shirt to Tobita before you walk over." Y/N had mentioned Shigaraki and his predicament with Tobita's shirt to him.

"Won't Shigaraki get mad that you hid?" she wondered.

"Trust me," he snickered. "I can deal with him later."

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and noticed that Emi was in a deep conversation with one of the other waiters. By the looks of it, something had gone wrong with one of the guests.

From her peripheral vision she caught glance of Mr. Aizawa. So he had actually come out to help Emi out at her restaurant. Albeit, he looked like he wanted to die as he filled someone's glass of water. Even Sero was busy as he carried a tray of desserts to one of the tables at the further end of the lobby.

It was now or never. Y/N clutched the pitcher of water in her hands tight, turning her knuckles white. She met Dabi's eyes fleetingly, but long enough to see his slight nod.

She'd never been a very good actress, but luck was on her side, because as she was trying to decide on who to approach, she actually tripped over her own two feet and dropped the pitcher of ice cold water into the lap of one of the men sitting at Dabi's table.

"What the actual hell?" He was looking at her with murderous eyes as he glanced back and forth from his soaked lap to her.

"I-I'm so sorry! I tripped!" Y/N crawled up to her knees. Her hands floundering about as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"You're sorry?" The man exclaimed, his face contorted into something ugly. She glanced around nervously. Everyone's eyes were on them.

"Yes, I—I—"

"I can't fucking believe this place," he reached for her, and for a second, Y/N actually believed he was going to strike her, but then the whole room when pitch black, there was a gunshot and all hell broke loose.

The lights started flickering and all she could see were people running towards the door; screaming their heads off and pushing one another. At one point, she believed she was going to be stomped on, but then she was grabbed and being pulled away from all the commotion.

"Godammit, why are you so heavy? Walk!"

Y/N tried adjusting her eyes to the darkness as she heard Dabi's gruff voice. His hands were clutching her waist as he half carried, half dragged her away from the dining area.