𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 | 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

chapter 2

Chapter Warning: Mention of drug and alcohol use. Attempted sexual assault. Please proceed with caution.

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It had almost been a full twenty-four hours since you had a run in with The League of Villains. You and Misa chose to spend the night together, hiding out in her apartment. It was closer than yours and Misa had a car, so no lonely train rides.

You had yet to be murdered, which meant things were definitely looking up.

On the other hand though, tonight was a costume night at the club. It was quite possibly the worst costume you had to endure, but it did look good on you. It was a bunny costume, complete with sheer black tights, a black strapless leotard, collar, cuffs, bunny ears, and of course the tail.

Yet another reason to be thankful for Misa's car.

You both got in the car, the clock reading eight thirty. Both of you were dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, covering up your rather scandalous costumes.

"You think they'll be there tonight?" Misa blurted out.

You could tell she had been nervous all night, and even into this morning. It was hard not to be, the thought of being murdered was too loud to ignore. You did your best to calm her, but Misa still had her worries.

"It doesn't matter. It's not your section tonight, it doesn't concern us anymore." You smiled in reassurance, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder.

The car ride was quiet, each of you too consumed by your thoughts to speak, the only sound being a super cheesy eighties song playing on the radio. When you arrive to the club you were thankful for the chaos in the back rooms, letting it push your worries away. All the girls were getting in the last final touches of their costumes.

"I hate this damn costume." One of the girls, Rio, sneered, pulling her body suit up as high as it could go in order to cover her cleavage.

"Well I love it. It's so cute." Another girl, Harumi, butted in, admiring herself in the mirror.

You chuckled, shaking your head and looking at yourself in the mirror. It wasn't that bad. Would you ever wear this on your own volition? No, probably not.

The first hours of your shift went by smoothly. The days you wore these costumes were the busiest, for obvious reasons. The tips of course, made up for it.

Men didn't usually try to get grabby, but when they did, security was always quick to act. Your manager was strict on that, always beefing up the security when you had to wear these costumes.

You were sitting on top of the bar, talking to Ryo, when the door opened. In walked the same group of men as last night. There was someone new with them though, someone bigger and admittedly scarier.

That's not my problem. You thought, taking a sip of your drink and internally praying for whatever poor soul had the VIP room tonight.

There was no way the league would show up again. Not in the same place one night after the other, that would be way too risky. Tomura Shigaraki wasn't dumb, he was cunning and clever. At least that's what you gathered from his numerous villainous activities.

From the corner of your eye you watched your manager lead them up to the room, then quickly come down, pulling Misa aside.

You already knew why he did it. You hoped you were wrong, but when she came up to you with watery eyes and shaking hands, you knew your fears had come true.

"They requested us. They don't want any of the other girls." Misa trembled, and you frowned, looking up at the room in contempt.

"We did fine last night, nobody came for us, we'll just do it again, okay?" You stated, "Indifference, remember? They're just regular customers." You whispered, grabbing ahold of her hands in order to calm her down.