My Hero Academia Oneshots

ᴋᴜʀᴏɢɪʀɪ × (Qᴜɪʀᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

{League - 1}

The day had been cold, just as you expected it to be. Lately, the nights have been colder than usual, meaning the days started to slowly get more chilled. You were one of the very few people who walked around in this part of the city, especially at this time of night. Of course, the few people walking these streets also meant few criminals, though you carried a taser in your purse just in case. Your quirk rendered you almost useless in confrontational situations, with it being some language translation quirk.

Currently, you had been walking home from work, passing a large, broken down bar. It looked like the one you worked at, though more destroyed. A noise caught your attention, something coming from just outside of the place, in an alley beside it. It wasn't an intentional sound, though, one where you assumed it happened accidentally. Something must have fallen from around it, and you brushed it off and continued your walk down the road. Though it bugged you, having your back turned to the place that had never made a noise on all the times you had passed it. It could've very easily been a stray cat, you think to yourself, taking a moment to glance back at the building.

Something grasped your attention, causing you to freeze in fear. A man was standing next to the building, something very off-putting about him. It didn't bother you at the fact he was there, more so the fact that his body was covered in prop hands. Some grasped at his neck, others at his torso, and one on his face. "A villian?" You asked yourself softly, trying your best to turn around and just flee the scene before you could draw too much attention to yourself.

However, the damage had been done. You hear a sound from in front of you, causing you to look away from the hand covered man and down the path you once traveled. A man in a gray and black bodysuit stands in your way. He inches towards you, causing you to take a step backwards. "Now, now," the man in front of you starts, looking at you with an intense stare, "if you cooperate, this'll hurt a lot less." His eyes, though covered by his mask, seemed wild.

You took another step backwards, fear igniting in your eyes as he gets closer, causing you to take large steps backwards. "I would be more careful where you walked. I wouldn't want to hurt you." A dry voice says from behind you. Suddenly, not given any time to turn to see the man, something restricts your vision, your breathing hitching.

Your face had been exposed to the room you were in for about ten minutes, and honestly, you weren't as scared as you thought you'd be. On the street, your head had been covered with a flimsy paper bag that the man covered in hands was carrying. Two men, who had revealed themselves as Twice and Shigiraki, stand bickering about what to do with you. One man, one who you had not learned the name of, stood there behind a bar. He had been rubbing the same spot of the same shot glass the whole time you had been there.

"If I could interrupt," he spoke for the first time, his voice lower than you had expected. "Why did you kidnap this woman? To what use does she bring us?" The air is cold, his comment seeming to make it warm with tension. Though, yes, he was the man that was holding you hostage at this point, he happened to be the one who interested you the most. He didn't appear to have a physical form of any kind, he just seemed to be a body of mist.

"We're villains, dude." Twice had said, though his voice was totally different, almost comical. "We do villainy things. Kidnapping is villainy." He sounded like a child.

"Yes, but this isn't the mission. The only person we were meant to kidnap was Katsuki Bakugo, and we did that, and we failed." His voice is demanding, as if he was stating the obvious. "This woman has nothing to do with the plan, absolutely nothing." You wanted to speak up, to admit that he was right. You wanted to scream for help, for All Might, for someone.