Helluva Boss X Reader

Loona Part 2: Hints

"You were clearly just sleeping, sir," you responded. Blitzø opened his mouth to speak, but you continued, not giving him the chance. "I'd just like to remind you that I still haven't paid you back for the..." If Blitzø forgot about me being in debt for his chairs, maybe I can get the number back down to what I actually destroyed, you thought. "...two chairs I destroyed, if I remember correctly."

"Oh! Right, that." Blitzø scratched his chin in thought. "I could've sworn..."

"I destroyed two chairs, sir. Loona just reminded me that I haven't paid you back for them," you said quickly, before he could get the number back to the four Loona had blamed you for that day.

"Oh, how sweet of her, to remind you of your debt to me," Blitzø said in a caring voice, thinking of his daughter. You almost laughed at how absurd it was that he was complimenting her for bringing up your debt, while simultaneously ignoring that you were the one to act on it, the one indebted.

"It's all good, (Y/N). I've been taking a little bit out of your paychecks to pay for the new ones, anyway. I thought I told you that." Blitzø waved his hand, communicating with body language that it was no big deal. Shit. Guess I paid for all four after all.

"But then...why did Loona just...tell me...about it?" You asked, confused.

"Fuck if I know. It's been weeks," Blitzø answered. "Hey, speaking of, shouldn't your arm be healed by now? It should be about time to take that cast off. Us hellborn heal fast; you could probably have cut it off a while ago," he said.

"Huh. Really?" You lifted your (non-dominant) arm to look at it. You hadn't thought about your cast in a while. You had gotten used to dealing with it on a day-to-day basis. It wasn't even on your dominant arm, so you had kind of forgotten about it. "We can't go back to the hospital; you don't actually pay for my insurance."

"Righhhht..." Blitzø responded, avoiding your gaze as he clasped his hands together like twin finger guns.

"You guys have knives, right?" You figured you could ask Millie could cut it off. She was the only other assassin at I.M.P. besides Loona who didn't use guns, but Millie was skilled with blades. "Sorry, that was a stupid question to ask. You guys are assassins!" you laughed.

"Oh yeah, I could cut if off for you if you want," Blitzø offered, slowly lifting a comically large knife. Your face went dark. You did not trust Blitzø with a blade anywhere near you.

"Th-That's all right, I'll just go find Millie," you said, slowly backing up, and bumping into the back of the door you had closed only moments before.

"No, I've got it!" Blitzø had climbed onto his desk and was poised like a gremlin. He lunged at you, knife in hand. You quickly turned the doorknob. Blitzø collided with you, and you both rolled out of the office. You struggled to keep your casted arm away from Blitzø, wrestling with him as you did so.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Loona asked, off to the side, still standing in front of the receptionist desk. You and Blitzø stopped mid-movement at the same time, posed awkwardly. You had your casted arm outstretched near the desk, while Blitzø was in a position where he was climbing over you, looking like he was about to stab the arm.

"(Y/N) was just asking me to cut their cast off of them," Blitzø said, fully believing every word that came out of his mouth.

"No, the fuck I didn't!!" you shouted, denying it. It was obvious you were telling the truth, given the way you two were positioned.

"Christ on a stick, guys." Loona calmly walked over to you, quickly and efficiently ripped open your cast with her claws, letting the pieces fall to the ground, and stepped back. "You could've just asked me. Even I know Blitzø's knife skills are shit."