ONE // LIPSTICK

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01. Lipstick.

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WARPED HUES OF (E/C) stared back at the woman through the glass. After finishing her late-night duties, she was relaxing in the pub as per usual. Wisps of smoke and perfume lingered in the air but it smelt faint to the woman who was used to it. Despite it being past midnight, the building was crowded and the laughter competed with the music blasting through the speakers. Bringing the last drops of red liquid to her lips, (y/n) noticed a certain figure pass through the entryway.

The man's pale blue hair glowed under the flickering lights of the lively underground. It would seem angelic if it weren't for his deep red eyes filled with bloodlust staring her down through the hand covering most of his face.

The corners of (y/n)'s mouth twitched upward at this new arrival. He was becoming well known in the underground with his notorious plans to take down All Might. Most passed it off as childish, however, the woman was intrigued. Being the symbol of peace and the number one hero made everyone cower away from All Might. No one wanted to face him, no one thought they stood a chance. 'He was too powerful.' But that was just an excuse. They were all afraid.

That is why (l/n) (y/n) was interested in Shigaraki Tomura.

With his faded hair and those murderous crimson eyes, at only 20 he held such great goals. And they didn't seem to only be a dream either. He could make them a reality. That's what (y/n) believed. (y/n) had confidence in her strength. But she also knew the extent of her abilities and so although she hated to admit it, when it came to taking down All Might she might need a small assist.

And so she wanted him.

But alas, approaching the man was much more difficult than planned. She had only taken a few steps forward when a hand reached out to grab her face. (y/n) instinctively stepped back, resisting the urge to use her quirk as the wine glass in her grasp slipped, the loud shattering causing the jungle of voices to quieten down.

"Woah there, I just wanted to talk," (y/n) declared, throwing her arms up in an attempt to show him that she meant no harm.

Whether she wanted to fight or not didn't matter because he snapped back with, "I'm not in the mood for a little talk." How was she supposed to know that Shigaraki was in a bad mood? He looked like that every day.

Everyone's attention was now on the two of them after this short encounter. Fortunately for (y/n), everyone thought positively of her and not Shigaraki, so they all stepped forward to defend her. A melodic chuckle escaped the girl's lips and it echoed throughout the now dead silent bar. That laugh caused the weaker villains to tremble, her rage seeping through her facade.

"Do I look like I need protection?" (y/n) responded to their actions with a glance that brought shivers down their spines.

"But (y/n)!"

"I'm fine," (y/n) snapped before turning her attention back to Shigaraki.

"So you're the witch?" Shigaraki seethed, beginning to show more interest in this woman.

(y/n) was well known in the underground for her villainous deeds. They all approved of her taking down the heroes and it was if to the villains, she was their "hero." Too bad they didn't know that she, like Shigaraki, wanted to take down All Might. The woman wasn't satisfied with the puny no-name heroes. She wanted to take him down. The number one hero that brought sickening smiles to those helpless citizens.

"I am," (y/n) smiled, glad to finally have his full attention.

"What do you want," He rasped, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. It was clear that he was still on alert, the fact that he held no trust in her was evident.

But trust was a rare thing among the underground. Nearly everyone stabbed one another in the back when it came down to it. Isn't that the real world? Villain or not, betrayal is human nature. You had to use others to get places in life and that's what (y/n) did.

"Let's go to a more..." (y/n) started, leaning forward so her lips were just inches away from his ear. "private place shall we?"

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ❝ The world is full of things 

that don't go as you wish. ❞࿐ྂ

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