"Sit back and watch my body as I dance for you."
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What if your dream appeared to be near, yet so far all at the same time?
Izuku Midoriya aspired to be a chef and he worked hard to achieve this dream, even if it meant making...
I thought that this was going to be the second last chapter but it was too long and jumbled so I split it in two.
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Fear was the only word that Izuku could think of as he slowly got dressed inside the back room.
The strippers that were around him weren't people that he knew, like Mina. He had no idea where she was since she wasn't around. Probably since they was no activity at this club for a while, she left.
Still, pushing that aside, he only got more nervous every time a second passed on the clock. It was like the sounds in the room were cancelled out and the ticking of the clock became louder as every minute that went just meant that it was a minute closer to 8 p.m.
The green-haired male breathed in with closed eyes and then, he breathed out. He was fully dressed now and was seated in one of the chairs in the room waiting for his time to go up.
He was trying to calm himself but to no avail could he do so. How exactly could he calm down when he had a direct feeling of what was going to happen soon? It was nerve-racking and the jittering of his legs and the trembles of his hands were prime examples of this.
A voice from his left broke him from his thoughts. The slight trembles of his hands and the cold air that was touching his body seemed to stop for a bit only to recommence once more when he realised who the person was.
"Tomura wants to see you, Deku." The raven-haired male said his stage name with a smirk and in a teasing manner directed at Izuku. The green-haired male didn't say anything at all as he pinned his lips together and just nodded in reply before getting up and following Dabi to Shigaraki's main room.
Every step to him felt as if he was walking on ice. Shigaraki's room was getting closer and he could think of what the man wanted him for, probably to remind him what he should do once he goes out on that stage and in front of the people out there.
Izuku was now standing outside of the door with Dabi by his side. The taller male pushed the doors opened, and in walked the green-haired male with his lips pinned and his line of sight directed at Shigaraki.
A sinister smile formed on Shigaraki's face when he saw that Izuku complied with his orders. Not that he would go against them anyway since he didn't want Shigaraki to do worse than what he was already planning.
A hum left the man who was sitting down at his desk. His fingers easily glided across the hardwood as he pushed his cards since he had just completed a game with one of his peers. The man then folded his hand atop the desk, his fingers intertwining with each other before he gestured to the seat in front of him.
