Hebetudinous | Mob Psycho 100 X Reader

1. Alleyway Broke Bros

"So what's a little girl doing around here?"

Damn. What am I doing in a dark ass alleyway again? Ah yes, these random crackhead guys called me over here. No, I don't do the weed. I am a child of God. Miss me with that shit, honestly.

"You not going to answer us, pip squeak?"

Bruh, chill. I was only thinking for like six seconds, now like ten. Oh shit, let me give them my badass speech.

"I came here to beat you dudes up, ya'll want the knuckle sandwich deluxe, or the fish fillet?" I smirked. That only took a genius like me to come up with that in a minute. They are about to get destroyed.

They looked at me weirdly for a couple of seconds. Man, these guys really are ugly. Two bald, bulky guys, and one guy with some greasy, red hair, their ring leader.

"You think you scare us?! I'll show you a knuckle sandwich!" the greasy one yelled at me. Some of his spit is on my face now.

"Bruh, okay."

He got more aggravated with me, raising his fist up in the air. He really wants to get his ass beat. I'll gladly twist and break his bones.

I raised my finger up. With one flick, I sent all three boys back. I crossed my arms and chuckled.

"You guys still wanna fight me, hm? Actually, too late now, time to feel pain."

They all charged at me. "Damn you girl!"

I lifted all three of them up in the air, and smashed them all back down to the ground quickly. I repeated the action a couple more times before I got bored.

"Y-you're... You're.. crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm dad." I bowed.

It seemed hard for them to get up again. Darn, I was just starting to have fun too. I could work with this though. I stepped a few feet forward, crouching down to their level.

"You guys really do look like generic high school fuck ups. Can I please join this squad? We can name the group Team 10, though there are only four of us." I put my pointer finger to my chin.

They look scared. I'm just here trying to make friends. Maybe I can find some dirty street rats to be friends with, hell yeah. I had like two rats munch on my shoelace when I encountered these guys.

I brought myself back up. "Okay, you guys won't answer me. I see how it is. It's over. Our foursome is over. I'm never calling you again, Rebecca!" I moaned.

"You're sick..." one mumbled. I squinted my eyes.

"I already told you guys this. I'm not sick, I'm dad."

They're boring me already. Just like the last ones. These guys better have some green in their wallets, or I'm throwing hands.

I walked over to their bag and grabbed out two wallets. Bro, how come one doesn't have one? Broke ass. I ended up only finding thirty five dollars and a pack of cheese crackers. I hate cheese crackers. Couldn't it have been peanut butter crackers? Robbed.

The gang leader stood up. "You're not getting away that easily..!"

Why can't there regular people understand that they have no chance against me? It's not hard math... or science. I don't really know.

"Whatever man, your broke ass only had ten dollars in your wallet, you're really going to get a beating now. Also, I like to call this self defense, a really messed up self defense."

He popped his fist out again, bringing it towards my face. I lifted my hand up, sending him towards me. I grabbed his neck, and slammed him into the concrete. Hoes be mad sometimes.

I shrugged, blowing them all a kiss before turning around.

Who knew it could be that easy to get some cash-cash money.

"Why would you do that?"

I heard a soft voice behind me. More money? Bro, if people keep coming up to me at this rate, I'll be Mr. Krabs in no time.

"Why wouldn't I do that? Are you slow? They were like roaches, no one likes them, nor wants them here, so I exterminated them out of here and collected my earnings. Pretty simple if you ask me." I crossed my arms once again. I didn't look back though.

"It's wrong to use your powers like that."

I spun around and raised a brow. The boy looked quite plain. He has a black bowl cut. He looks pretty calm.

I can already sense his power. He's an esper too. Never really encountered one before.

"Well isn't this just an epic gamer moment. What are you looking for, a fight? Have you ever heard of me? The city fears me!" I cackled.

He shook his head slightly. "No. I haven't heard of you. I really don't want to fight. Fighting is wrong, especially fighting a girl."

Then what is he here for? "If you're not here to fight, then leave. You can't tell me what I can and cannot do. That's just dumb, if I told you to drink spoiled milk, would you drink it?"

That's the only scenario I could think of at the moment because I'm like really thirsty. Not for ass, for some water.

"I like milk."

. . .

"I like milk too. Kinda." I walked closer to him.

He just stood there. It's like this dude has no emotions. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), remember the name."

"I'm Shigeo Kageyama. Some call me Mob though."

"Well, Mob, sorry about this!" I sent my fist to his right cheek.

He was sent back a little. "I don't want to fight." He mumbled.

Come on, I sent my fist to his face, how can he not be a little angry with me?

"Too bad." I kicked his stomach, flying him back a few inches.

He still doesn't look angered. What's this guy's deal?