Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader)

Defense

"This is what we've been able to gather in the gala." You began your report. Eyes glued to the table separating you and the chief. Once again, he had locked the doors when you stepped in. Tsukauchi was supposed to accompany you but he had matters to meet up with All Might. "The Fukuo Kai's boss handed out his call cards to some select people. Villains mostly, presumably."

"And this was handed to you Overhaul." He was staring at you instead of the card. "Did you come in contact with any of the three Tsukauchi mentioned?"

"Akuji." The memory made you cringe. Added with the sensation of being locked in this lewd office only made things worse. "He caught me off guard and infiltrated my thoughts. Rest assured that he was not able to gather any information regarding this mission."

The chief began to tap his index finger on his knee. Taking in the information, he was delighted with the news relayed to him. However, one thing was bothering his mind.

"How did you escape his quirk?"

There it was. The dreaded question. You had no problem in telling others that Overhaul had rescued you from Akuji. In fact, you were pretty proud that he, a villain, actually thought about your safety. Allegedly, of course. But if the man in front of you were to know, he might restrain your communication between you and the young yakuza boss.

"Your hesitancy is not a good sign, my dear." Standing up, he slowly made his way beside the table. Your peripheral vision following his every move. When the couch dipped, you bit your tongue. He somewhat smelled of beetroots. Not the best purchase if you could say. "Did you sack him in the knee? Point a gun at his face? Or none of the above?"

Shutting your eyes and letting out a long exhale, you clenched your fists and moved an inch away from him. You liked vegetables, but as a cologne? Pass.

"Overhaul managed to intervene just as I was about to make a move."

Upon hearing your answer, his eye twitched. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it just enough for you to turn your head and face him.

"When is your next meeting with Overhaul?" The way he prolonged each syllable in his name made you want to punch him in the nose. Yet his stare never wavered nor did he blink ever since you turned to face him. His thumb now began to brush the fabric of your shirt.

"Later this afternoon." Your meetings with Overhaul was something you made sure not to put in your calendar. It was in this instance that you were glad you didn't. "He still has some business to attend to."

"Call him." His hand began to trail down your arm. The small shiver you did made him feel dominantly good. His index finger slowly making a line. "And tell him, that your chief will be tagging along for this meeting."

"He doesn't do well with cops."

"Defending him now?"

"He's a villain and we're asking support from him." You reasoned out. "It would only aggravate him if we crossed that border line."

"I'm sure you told him that there would at least be 2 other people he might meet." He tilted his head and his hand trailed upwards. "That is standard procedure when we ask them. Don't bother manipulating the situation, (Y/N). Call him.

Defeated, you took your phone and dialed his number. How you were going to act like you always did would be a new challenge. Glancing at the clock, there was still 2 hours before you would meet up with him. Somehow, you wished he wouldn't answer. Somehow, you wished he was still busy with whatever his layered mind intended to do today.

The phone kept ringing till you were met with the other line saying he was unavailable. You slowly eased and carefully let out the breath you had been holding on to.