Devilish Charm (Bnha Various x Villain!reader)

"Akira...," the name rolled off (y/n)'s tongue in a mocking tone.

 A few feet away from her resting position, a purple haired, young man can be seen leaning against an old door frame that she was not fully aware of was there when she first arrived only a few minutes ago. He wore a sort of hoodie that had an obsidian tint and it was decorated greedily with silver chains. On his wide shoulders, there were patches of some kind and on his face, a black mask covered the bottom half. Holsters full of ammunition and the occasional gun can be seen strapped to his belt as he stood there just basking in the girl’s lingering gaze.

Taking her attention off the boy, she focused on her surroundings. She noticed she resided in a familiar ancient room that smelled of old cigarettes and alcohol. The wallpaper barely stuck itself on the fragile walls as it hung in some areas and was visibly outdated. The only thing that occupied the room was a ruined couch, dirtied and tainted by dust.

Now fully aware of where she was, the (h/c)- ette looks back at Akira who silently waited for her to acknowledge his existence once more. 

"Woah not even a greeting kiss nor hug? I'm hurt," Akira dramatically placed his hand on his heart as he pouted slightly.

"Well, I can always take your blood until you slowly loose consciousness and die from blood loss... OR I can sit here while you just stand there watching. Which do you prefer?" (Y/n) smirked as she once again closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. 

"Ouch... I forgot you had a thing for blood. Fucking sucubusses and their lust for bloodshed, completely takes the fun out of intimacy," he casually declared.

"You act as if you have experience, I've never even touched you let alone kissed you? How many people with demonic quirks do you know?!" 

" Well... there was that one time.. but i was kinda talking about people in general hehe. Although, I wouldn't protest against trying something with you," the pale blue eyed male said flirtatiously. 

"The only thing i'll be trying out on you is my new killing techniques. Wanna try them out now?" (Y/n) said as she raised her hand to her mouth, ready to bite  hard enough to draw blood.

Akira sweat dropped in response, furiously shaking his head in fear ,"Nope! I'm good! I'm pure, i swear!"

"Mhmm sure....," the (e/c) eyed female suddenly got serious,"On a side note, the job was completed. Here's the man's I.D." (y/n) took off her hood as she dug into her pocket. Not long after, she took out the thin piece of plastic that had all of the dead man's information. 

Positioning it horizontally between her index finger and thumb, it slices through the air as she throws it in the male's direction. Catching it between his gloved palms, he takes the card and struggles to read it over. Once he got the gist of what it said however, he nodded in approval. He then takes the card and puts it in his jean's pocket. The chain positioned a few inches from his buckle jingles with every movement he makes.

Silence soon succumbs both teens, Akira choosing to observe (y/n)'s tired figure instead of saying any more snarky comments. Feeling slight pity for the girl, he goes up to her and kneels. Taking out a small first aid kit, he disinfects the wound on her delicate left hand that appeared to be bleeding quite a bit. He assumed that that hand in particular was the one the girl chose to sacrifice in order to activate her quirk.

(Y/n) only watched as Akira treated the deep cut, occasionally flinching in slight pain as he cleaned it as well. Both of their breathing was audible in unified tranquility ...that is, until Akira broke the almost peaceful atmosphere.

"You'll have to leave soon, the gang will soon split up," he brings up the sudden topic in a non joking manner as he starts wrapping the clean bandage around the girl's hand .