Make Me Bleed -- Bakugou x Reader

To Win or to Lose

"How much?"

"You know, I find it weird that you have no managers. If you eve--"

"I didn't come to this meeting to talk about how I run my business. That is not for you to worry about. What I came here for was to talk about is money."

"Fine. The offer is 30,000 thousand yen." The man that sat in front of me crossed his arms, saying that was the final offer. 

"Oh, if that's the highest you'll go, then I think I'll pass. I can easily make more than that in bets alone. . ."

"Make it 30 million yen," another man stated, barging into the meeting with an air of authority about him. His suit was neatly pressed, hair slicked back, neatly in place. Even his demeanor radiated that of a business executive. Oh, it just warmed my heart to know that even leaders of companies participated in illegal activities. The first man that I had met with was shocked, but he stayed quiet in his seat. He must be lower on the corporate food chain. The executive continued. "I will give you a total of 30 million yen, but that also includes the rest of your fights this week."

I thought about this proposal. The price was a nice amount. However, for the rest of the week . . .

I smirked as I thought of a nice loophole. If I cut back on the number of fights that I usually compete in, I can make a larger revenue with less effort. It would still be in the terms of the agreement. Besides, I had some big plans this week. Overall, it sounded promising. 

"You've got yourself a deal, Mr. CEO," I stated, a smirk growing wider as I stood up from my chair. The man gave a little snort before he held out his hand for me to shake. I walked over, shook hands, and turned towards the door. However, as I tried to walk away, the old geezer that tried to cheat me my money grabbed my wrist, stopping me. A glare was plastered across his face.

"Just make sure it's realistic. We don't want anyone finding out."

"Don't worry," I reassured, prying the man's cold fingers away from me. "As long as you don't pair me with an utter weakling, no one will have a clue." I could feel eyes on me as I waltzed my way towards the door. Flipping my hood up to cover my face, I turned back to look at the people in the room. "Oh, and Ronny?" I called. "Make sure the money is in my bank account by the end of the day. If it's not, our deal will be terminated."

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When I was younger, nobody truly realized the power that was within my quirk. At that time, I could barely lift an orb of water out of a bucket. 

Back then, I didn't have anyone to help me learn the ins-and-outs of what I could do. My adoptive family didn't have the same type of quirk that I did, and I was too shy to ask anyone for help. I progressed so much slower than the rest of my peers that they called me weak. Even the teachers. 

I didn't view the label weak as a setback, a title that couldn't be changed. Instead, I used it as a punching bag. And now, if anyone has the audacity to call me that, they get more than just a black eye. They get their asses whooped. 

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I really must admit: I was already bored with my opponent for tonight's fight. Ronny had listened to my warning, so I entered the fight ready to lose with 30 million yen to fall back on. 

But this job was just so . . . hard.

Sure, she had the spirit of a fighter, but her technique was just so awful that it took all my will power to not win. If this were any regular fight, it would be over in mere minutes.