Breaking Point [Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader]

Sisters

"You can do whatever you want. But know that I'm not happy about it." Spinner crossed his arms and ever so slightly turned away from y/n.

Y/n expected his answer. She had a game plan going into this talk. However, now that he was sitting in front of her, y/n was at a loss. "I understand," she muttered. Her eyes darted around the table, trying to search her head for what to say.

"I've heard about the other one you've taken in— not very good things, by the way. That's coming from Twice, and he likes basically everyone." Y/n fumbled with her fingers under the table.

Y/n kept her eyes low to the table; she couldn't directly look at Spinner. Whenever she did, y/n noticed her gaze wander, fixating on his now healed wounds that have scarred over. "Buriki? He's not so bad. Definitely the type that you need to get used to. His sense of humor is just a bit," she paused; "off."

Y/n glanced up to his face, several small scars littered his scales. Guilt-ridden, y/n looked down at the untouched drink in front of her. Spinner's eyes were sharp. He gave off an intense aura that made him seem much more intimidating than y/n knew he was. "Like I said, do whatever you want. Some advice, though, you can't just pick up everyone that wanders to you."

He's right. The air between the two went silent. Spinner leaned back into his seat. "Sooner or later, you're gonna take in someone who you shouldn't have."

"Thanks for the advice," y/n replied.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Spinner cut her off. He motioned to one of his exposed scars. "That being said. That Ozima girl was an informant, not the person who did this. So I'm not going to hold any grudges."

Spinner's words made it feel light a weight was lifted from her chest. "That's a relief," she said; "I was worried about how well she'd get along with everyone. If you're fine with her working with us, though, I think she'll get along perfectly."

Spinner scoffed. Y/n gave him a small smile. "Well, maybe not perfectly, I suppose. I think she'll get by alright."

"Sounds familiar," he mumbled. Spinner grabbed his drink and sunk into his seat as he drank. Y/n looked away, towards the street.

People walked in every direction that the streets would allow. Most importantly of all, no cops, no heroes. Y/n had been recommended this little strip of cafés and brick and mortar shops from Giran. According to him, heroes patrolled in the early mornings and again in the evenings, making it perfect for a pair of villains needing to sit down and talk without any accidental run-ins.

"It does, doesn't it?" Y/n stopped and thought about it. It sounded just like her start in The League. She had an advantage, though. Ozima wasn't a scared little girl.

If y/n had a light bulb in her head, it would have lit up instantly. She leaned forward, resting her head in her hand. "Actually, you've given me an idea."

Ozima raised a brow. "I don't understand. Do I have to?" The reluctance in Ozima's voice was as clear as day.

Y/n smiled at her. "Boss' orders, right?"

Her eyes scanned the floor as the two walked down the sidewalk, a mess of curly hair covered her face. "That doesn't seem like any kind of orders a villain boss would give."