𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 || 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔

𝐎𝐍𝐄

Note: Shinso is 22 and Midoriya is going to be 18, freshman in college!

"So you come into my territory and expect me to do nothing?" Shinso glared at the male, he was oddly short and was shaking to the bone. This gave him a thrill that nothing else to give him. The thrill of power, the thrill of someone being absolutely petrified of you. Especially since their life is in your hands, literally. "ANSWER ME!" he roared, his hand grasping the black shirt that loosely fit the male that was being held up effortlessly.

"I-I-I no! I mean y-yes! I-I-" but he stopped talking after that. His scared expression slowly faded to a blank one. Got him. Shinso thought, dropping the boy to the ground with a loud thud. But there was no response from him.

"You know, if you didn't touch one of my ladies, you might've got away with an ass kicking." Shinso laughed, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a simple hand gun, tossing it in front of him. "But a pervert like you deserves to fucking die." His foot pushed the gun closer to him, a wicked smile started to grow on the purple haired boys face. He could feel the fear radiating off of him, the sweat nearly pouring down his face only fueled Shinso sadistic behavior.

"Now, pick up the gun and fucking end it."

Shinso watched as the dummy picked up the gun, bringing the barrel of it to his temple. Shinso sadistic smile faded, he turned in his heels and walked away, not wanting the blood splatter to touch him. Not only that, he needed a fucking coffee. He continued to head towards the exit, the sound of a loud BANG echoed through the building, but it didn't phase him. Nothing bothered him anymore. He has never been defeated, and never will be. That's why he got to where he was now, the leader of the infamous gang that spreader terror all over the beautiful city of Tokyo. He loved that not even the police dared to get in his way, since they didn't know much about his quirk, and that they could never actually find him. He was feared by the law, but the law would never admit that. The splatter sound of blood and brain matter echoed in his mind, making him feel a bit bummed for not dragging it out a bit longer.

But he really wanted fucking coffee, and his favorite shop was going to close soon. He opened the door, stepping out and pausing to say, "clean that grapes brains up. Actually, clean the whole fucking place. It's disgusting." He continued his strides to the exit, not caring to look back at the frantic members of his gang running to get the cleaning supplies.

Shinso grabbed his coat, slipping it over his arms and exiting the building. The cold instantly hit his cheeks, making him grunt. He loved how cool it was outside, but he hated when the wind blew. It made him colder than he was, his lips dry and the need for some hot fucking coffee, more unbearable. He continued to walk down the street, his hands shoved in his jacket, his head held low.

If this place closes, I swear to god.

Shinso picked up his speed a bit, getting frustrated that he let the guy from earlier die so easily. He should've held him another night, or just did it earlier that day, but he procrastinated, then got overwhelmed and now he's suffering the consequences.

When shinso turned on the street, he couldn't tell if he needed to groan or sigh of relief. There was someone at the door of the coffee shop, but with the dim lights of the streets he didn't know.

"Fuck."

The male at the door jumped, dropping his keys. He turned around shaking your, seeing the purple haired male glaring at him.

"O-Oh, s-sorry sir, we j-just closed-"

"Do you guys always close this early?"

"We always close at 10." He replied, making a devious smile appear on Shinso's face. Got you. He watched as his bright green eyes turned pale, his apologetic face turning to a lost in thought one, his mouth slightly agape.

"Now open the shop and make me a Trenta, dark with five caffeine shots." He watched as the green haired boy nodded, bending down to pick up the keys that he dropped and unlocking the door again. Shinso followed him inside, reaching into his pocket to pull the pack of cigarettes out, opening the small cardboard box and taking one out, inserting it between his lips. He lit his cigarette as he watched the younger male walk around the counter.

He took a drag, watching him grab the coffee pot. "Oh and since it was such shitty customer service, this one is on the house." He added, blowing the smoke into the building. He watched him put the clean pot on the heater, his hand reaching up to press the button.

Then he stopped.

What the fuck? He thought to himself, taking another drag out of the bitter stick, before dropping it onto the floor, setting his shoe on top of it to stop the burning. He leaned on the counter, his eyes widened in amazement as the green haired boy turned around, his eyes watery, but he had a serious look on his face.

"We are closed for the night. Now you need to leave or I'll be calling the cops." He demanded, his hand was pulling his phone out of his pocket, his finger set on the button so it unlocked with his finger tip. "Sir, please leave."

Shinso looked at him with amazement, he didn't even realize he was holding his breath until the smoke escaped his nostrils. "Tch." Was all he said, turning on his heels and exiting the building. He couldn't lie when he said he was enraged, but also confused. How the fuck did he get out of my mind control?! He asked himself, grabbing the pack of cigarettes again to pull another one out. Who the fuck is that guy?

Shinso decided to stop by a 24 hour McDonalds to get his coffee, even though it tasted like utter shit, he had to remind himself that his own coffee making skills were not the best either, and that's why he was in this situation in the first place. Once he got his coffee, he made his way home to binge on whatever YouTube video popped up in the suggestions, that or scroll through 2chan to see what horror stories people in Japan has been through recently. It was quite entertaining when stories about him, and his gang were mentioned. It made him feel powerful, and that was something he craved. Nothing could change that.

Shinso pulled his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door to his home, he kicked his shoes off as he slammed the door, not caring about the neighbors who could've heard. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, he made his way to his room.
He walked over to his bed, flicking the bedside light on before he started to strip off into his boxers.

We are closed for the night. Now you need to leave or I'll be calling the cops.

Those words echoed in his mind, the tears in his eyes were stained into his memory, as well as the serious face he gave him. Shinso plopped on his bed, a soft meow being heard from underneath the covers.

"Lily," he muttered, lifting the blanket up to reveal a dark gray cat, eyes purple just like his. "You won't believe what happened today," he said, his hand lightly scratching the cat on its head.

"I can't even fucking believe it."