"Oh. Well then, what do you want?" Ikkaku asks, leaning across the counter.
As Ms. Joke begins to order, the gloves and boots walks up to me
"You know, I think I have to change what I said earlier. The scars make you handsome." The girl says, looking me up and down, I think.
"You're.......Hagakure, correct?" I ask, and she waves her hands back and forth, in a nodding motion, I guess
"Hey, you remembered me! Not many people do. I'm pretty easily overlooked." She says, and I chuckle
"Funny. Anyway, quick question, you aren't naked, are you?" I ask, and she giggles.
"Do you think I am?" She asks, coyly, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Logic says no, evidence says yes." I reply, and she giggles again
"No, I'm not naked. It's a suit made from my hair that changes to be invisible with me. Way too cold otherwise." She says, and I sigh
"Makes my life easier." I mutter, and she seems to perk up
"What was that?" She asks, and I look to where I think her head is.
".....Makes my life easier. Makes you harder to assault. And I'm not gonna deal with that shit." I say, and she giggles yet again.
"I suppose...." She says
"Ooh, is this your boyfriend, Invisible Girl?" Ms. Joke asks, sidling next to her intern, surely having a shit eating grin. She frantically waves her hands as I face palm.
"W-what? No! I've only met him once before this!" Hagakure says, and I nod
"Can confirm." I say
"Hmm....you so sure? You two seem friendly." Ms. Joke chuckles, and I smirk slightly.
"I'm generally a friendly person, unless you give me a reason not to be." I say, and Ms. Joke looks me over.
"You know, you could probably be a hero with your build. Why aren't at a hero school, if I may ask?" She asks, and I sigh
"My quirk is essentially useless." I say, and Hagakure scoffs, and I glance at her, surprised.
"That's what people said about my quirk. No quirk is truly useless." She says, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Okay, fair, but more to the point, my quirk isn't good for hero work." I say, and this time, Ms. Joke speaks up
"That's what people said about my quirk." She says, and I sigh
"Look, I have my reasons for not going to a hero school. I'm comfortable with my way of life." I say, and Ms. Joke laughs
"If you say so. Also, why do you have the knife?" She asks quietly, and I raise an eyebrow
"Wait, he has a knife?" Hagakure asks, and I sigh, then slightly left the lower left hem of my shirt to show the knife at my waist, or the at least the handle.
"This is last-resort kinda shit. Thankfully, I haven't had to use it yet." I say, looking at the green-haired pro, who hums
"Well, as long as haven't killed anyone, I don't really care!" She says, laughing
"........That's dark." Hagakure says, and I chuckle
"Dark humor is popular." I reply, and Joke points at me
"See? He gets it!" She says, and Ikkaku clears his throat
"Your food, Ms. Joke." He says, and she perks up more, if at all possible.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Wrath, Violence, and Love. (Izutoru)
FanficIzuku Midoriya. Quirkless. Has been his entire life. Always will be. And yet, that's not all. He's bullied. Despite the impressively shitty hand life had dealt him, he still pushes forward, trying to become a hero. But when he gets shot down by his...
Hero Killer: Part 2: Dead Men
Começar do início
