Y/N has been a hero for about one year now. And it's really not what she imagined it to be. She dislikes her job, she's not having a good time and people just don't seem to notice her. Y/N wants to change that and what better way would there be tha...
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Y/N felt a little strange with her hair done up and the professional make-up she had gotten for this mission, but it had to be done. At least she wasn't on her own. Shishido and Murasaki looked just as much out of their element as Y/N did. Neither of them had been assigned to an undercover mission like this before, but Y/N had an idea that this was her fault. The boss wasn't happy seeing her in that tabloid in her short black dress and with some random man, especially after the entire hickey affair. But the point was - she did make a good figure in a dress. And this mission required more stealth than brute force and her quirk would come in handy for this.
So here they were, dressed up in fancy clothes, more or less uncomfortable, surrounded by villains and gang members, each of them a drink in their hands and Shishido coughing after taking a drag from a fat cigar, since he wasn't used to it. Their mission was gathering intel on the Shie Hassaikai and their connection to that drug gang they had gotten a hold of earlier this month.
Shota let out a sigh as his eyes scanned across the wide and large room, seeing if he could find anyone. Of course, anybody could recognize him if he was in his usual villain costume but he wasn't. With slick, gelled hair and a suit and tie, he was sure no one knew who he was. He was here trying to scout out if any of the gang members he was hunting for were here, as they were rumored to have met here with another gang.
"So, uhm... what do we do? How do we do this? I've never been on a mission like this!" Shishido asked quietly, before taking a sip of whiskey. Y/N shrugged.
"I'm new. Don't listen to me. But I suppose we should go and chat with people. Or see if we can overhear something." she replied. Murasaki smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you're obviously the best out of all of us when it comes to flirting. Plus, you look like a snack. Go for it." she commented.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You look just as much like a snack, Murasaki!" Y/N protested. She looked around. There were so many people. How the hell was she supposed to know who was worth talking to?
Shota sipped some of his drink as he set down the glass, eyeing the entrance and examining each new person that came in. Then he'd follow quickly and well... at least give them a beating. He couldn't kill, he had enough morals to stop himself from that, but that didn't mean he couldn't hurt people.
"Come on. Don't tell me you're not dying to see Eraser here." Murasaki joked. Y/N shook her head. If it wasn't true, she would have been really mad at her right about now.
"Sometimes I think that you're the one with the crush, since you're so obsessed with me being into him. I really hope you never make a comment like that in front of the boss. He'll definitely have my head if he hears anything like that." Y/N sighed and looked around, before her eyes fixated on someone. No. Fucking. Way. It couldn't be. She quickly looked away, trying not to look too shocked. Surely that wasn't him. What the fuck was he doing here? He had told her he was busy tonight... well, maybe this is what he meant.
