Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Hanta Sero

Requested by: ListIstSuchti

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Cellophane, the justice-dispensing, tape-wielding knight of the people, who had been officially indoctrinated into the steadfast culture of heroism only a year prior, was swinging through the ranks with spider-like slickness. That otherwise unobtrusive-looking man had quickly become the subject of many of your fellows - neither villains nor vigilantes, but hitmen. You, specifically, were chosen to hunt this most threatening prey.

His reign had waxed long enough, and his reckoning was beginning to take form.

Due to the advent of quirks, hitmen/women didn't often carry many (if any) ranged weapons (snipers, kunai, etc...), as all those dystopian-esque movies might have you believe. Instead, the hunter simply relied on their quirk (unless of course, they were not in possession of one). Thankfully, the gods had bestowed upon you a powerful ability, known commonly as Bone Manipulation - you were able to, effectively, bend bodies to your will, by re-structuring the bones within them. However, it wasn't without its drawbacks. The one really annoying thing, was that in order to utilise your quirk, your fingers must be touching a victim, in the exact place you wish to torment.

With Cellophane, you figured that a ranged weapon might be more on the money. Thus, on a particular date (otherwise ordinary), you could be seen lugging around a rather large duffle bag. Although, given the summertime vibe buzzing overhead, nobody even provided you with a second glance. Nobody...except the very individual whom you were required to assassinate. Hey, I didn't say you were necessarily a good hitwoman. You continued along the path, blissfully unaware of the dark eyes trailing your form - the hero, after a few minutes of close and careful observation, had grown suspicious. In casual clothing (with a hoodie that covered his elbows), and a hat reading 'I ♥ Chargebolt', he was relatively unassuming. You certainly hadn't picked up on his presence, anyway, as you ambled down the street, quietly humming a soft tune.

The incognito ravenette allowed his eyes to ghost over not only the shady-seeming bag, but also your facial features, mannerisms, and anything else on offer. Basically, he was sizing you up, just in case a fight broke out. If he had learned a single thing from Midoriya, it was analysis. However, a double-take was needed almost immediately.

You were gorgeous!

Between luscious, (h/c) locks that danced on the gentle breeze, and dazzling (e/c) gems, so profound they could have encapsulated the entirety of human knowledge, he was lost, swimming in a labyrinth of beauty. No matter where he looked, his mind failed to dispel your radiance. Shaking his head and mentally slapping himself, he wondered how much of an idiot he could possibly become - this didn't (and shouldn't) happen with every stunning woman that crossed his path. Perhaps his heart had factored in the danger element; there was always the potential of you harbouring venomous intent. Maybe, deep inside his core, he craved the chase. Work had appeared far too easy lately, so perhaps he just wanted a challenge, and his mind assumed you could provide that.

"Who is she?" The hero pondered aloud, forgetting for a minute that he was currently surrounded by the public.

Someone from the crowd, who must have been a fan, squealed and shouted, "I know that voice! Is that the Cellophane?!"

Thus, the chase was initiated. Throwing off his hoodie, Cellophane shot out his tape, wrapping it around lampposts and anything else he could find, using it to close the gap between your bodies. With his much-too-efficient quirk, the hero caught up to you in no time at all. A string of curses abandoned those wickedly-kissable lips, as Cellophane worked to encase you in a tape burrito. To avoid any potential threat (despite strangely just wanting to release you), he taped up your hands first - standard protocol, and simply common sense.

Once you looked sufficiently cocooned, Cellophane dropped to his knees before you. "State your name and your business. Also, what's in the bag?"

Stunned by the way he went from formal and professional, to curious and casual in a split second, you could only mutter, "Guns."

"Oh, cool. You know they're dangerous, right? A lady shouldn't be carrying those around, especially not in broad daylight. And I mean, clearly you're up to something, otherwise you wouldn't have run." This hero was apparently very much a chatterbox, which was something you held in high regard.

Sighing, you retorted, "So what if I'm up to something?"

"Then...I'll have to hand you over to the police." He quipped, mouth twisted upwards like the Cheshire Cat.

"Alright, alright!" You half-yelled, growing increasingly frustrated with the turn of events. "I'm a hitwoman." You had to pause, for Cellophane was gracing you with quite a bemused look. Upon returning to your sentence, a growl bubbled in your throat. 

"I was ordered to assassinate you - there's a big bounty on your head, because you got to the Top 10 so quickly. But that's all I know, I swear."

"I believe you." By now, the ravenette's grin had dropped. "You still need to come with me, though. We can give a quick statement to the police - we won't mention the full story - and then, you wanna...maybe grab a coffee or something?"

An uneasiness welled in your stomach, as you replied, "Eh...? I guess?"

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