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Charmed [Episode 6]

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Following your explanation, the boys sat in silence as each of them took in the various blueprints and notes spread out before them. Processing it took them some time, and Eli took the opportunity to soothe his dry throat with the remnants of his drink.

“It’s complicated, to say the least.” Namjoon’s voice was distant as his mind wasn’t all that focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

Yoongi only snorted in response, but it was more of a reaction that he had given for the duration of the discussion so Eli considered it a win all in all and looked to the other members for their reactions. Seeing nothing else of note in their eyes, he reached for the papers to clean them up, planning on returning to his room and cleaning up, before going out for supplies. Sure, Hoseok or Jimin could probably hook them up with all that they needed but call it a con’s intuition for wanting to check out the equipment themselves.

Grabbing hold of the documents, he rifled through them and aligned the corners as he always did before getting up.

“I’m headed out for some of the basic equipment so yall can break it in before D-day.” Not waiting for an answer, he headed back to his designated room, barely sparing a minute to toss the papers onto his desk before heading to the bathroom. 

With the door locked and the hot water soothing your muscles, you had some time to yourself to think. Your relationship with the rest of the boys could be simmered down to two words: grudging acceptance. Neither side was about drop their pride and invite the other out to dinner, but at least Jungkook wasn’t lunging for your throat every time he laid eyes on you.

The heist was risky, and would take some real trust and teamwork, and “grudging acceptance” wasn’t exactly the best relationship to have with the people you would be trusting with your life while completing the mission. You still were damn sure that they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you behind if they needed to; their relationship was one where they looked out for each other and solid walls were drawn against those who weren’t inside when those walls were built.

In a way, you understood. Though you didn’t have the exact details, it was obvious they went through some trauma together, one that bound them together by something greater than blood ties or brotherhood. You were the same way; the only difference was that you were alone when you built those walls and they had each other.

Shutting off the water, you stepped out into the foggy bathroom, the heat blushing your skin red. The mirror was fogged up, and the metaphor almost made you snort. It seemed that even the world was trying to tell you that within all the personas and costumes, you had lost sight of your true self, even as it stood within reach, blurry but there.

The skin on your chest was red and irritated, most likely from the bandages you used to keep your secret. You needed to spend a night away from them, if only so you could let your skin breathe.

Getting your costume back on, you waltzed out of your bedroom towards the living room, most of the boys had disappeared, but Jimin was still where you had left him, albeit in clothes more appropriate for your shopping trip. In a way, you expected Hoseok to be there as well, but Jimin oversaw their equipment.

“Do you know the weights and heights of everyone,” Eli casually asked as he thumbed through a small journal filled with more of his chicken scratch trying to find the specific page he wanted.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in us,” Jimin scoffed obviously getting the wrong impression from Eli’s words.

“Interested in keeping you all alive yeah.” Eli turned his back on the still lounging Jimin, who had somehow managed to get even more attractive as he leaned back invitingly on their soft couch. “Don’t fool yourself shorty. I doubt you have anything that would make me want to chase after you.”

Making his way to the foyer of the apartment, he didn’t even look back to see if Jimin was following him before he slipped out and towards the elevators.

The ride down was silent once Jimin joined him, each absorbed in their own devices to pass the time. Upon exiting the tall high-rise building, Eli was none too surprised at the sleek black SUV waiting for them. They needed to buy a lot of equipment and they would need a large car to hold it all.

While in the car, both still maintained the strict silence that they had started in the elevator. Eli’s eyes were focused on the passing scenery, letting out tiny grins at the snapshots of daily life he saw beyond the tinted glass windows. They were all so oblivious to the harsh realities of the world and even if they did know, their brains would probably cut out the information deeming it too harmful to remember. 

PJM

He seemed utterly uninterested in anything other than the mission. It really was odd to see how quickly his attitude adjusted when he explained the plan to us this morning. Not once did he let out his signature smile, all teeth and stupidity. It was long, complicated, and required a lot more trust than I felt anyone was willing to give him at this point in whatever relationship was forming between us.

Going out with him was most definitely not my choice, but Namjoon had insisted on it because apparently it was obvious that I was the one with the most prejudices against our new add-on. We all knew it was a blatant lie, but Jungkook had no qualifications to go shopping therefore here I am.

The car is surprisingly silent, and looking over at Eli, he’s focused on the outside world. There was longing in a sense, something we all felt from time to time; we wonder and dream of our lives with intact families and normality.

The car stops in front of a hotel, conspicuous and in the center of town; it’s perfect. Getting down, it’s no surprise that we make an impression on the surrounding people. Jimin’s face is common on the news channels and everyone knows the people he associates with, so everyone gives us a wide berth as we enter the hotel.

Walking to the front desk, the person manning the fort gives us the biggest customer service smile that I have ever seen. Jimin merely nods back before handing over a medallion and asking for, “Room 113 please” with the most conversational tone.

“Forgive me sir, but our staff is still cleaning the room for you. Please feel free to wait in our lobby and I will call you when the room is prepared.” When you enter this line of work, you should always be prepared to deal with word games and subliminal messaging. We both understood what his words meant, there was already someone shopping so we could not go in.

Most places like this did not worry about anonymity between guests, hoping that it would work as sort of a motivation to not betray the location; if someone got captured then they could name everyone else that they saw. It was more commonly seen in stores that had not gotten a footing in the black world of crime. Yet, the truly powerful locations did not need to rely on such childish motivations as that.

Jimin and I made our way to the couches a couple feet away from the receptionist. The world continued to move on around us. Initially, some were focused on our identities, but as they each needed to be somewhere else, we were left alone in the middle of the lobby. The hotel itself seemed to be the playground of the higher class based on all the brand names glittering around me and the large entourages that revolve around a single person.

In a way, that life seemed bland to me. What fun was there to have everything handed to you, sure it was novel for a little while but then it would lose it’s charm. Inherently, people get bored which is why you see celebrities always doing.

It wasn’t long before the receptionist approached us from behind the desk and informed us that they were ready for us. He motions us to follow him and we do.

The receptionist returns to behind the desk and programs a reader card to let us into our requested room. He faces us again and hands that card over with that same sickeningly bright smile. “I hope everything is to your standards.” He knows, though I do not know why I ever doubted it for a second.

Jimin nods and I follow his example of silence as he leads me down a hallway and to our room. Unlocking it with the given card, he lets me inside before shutting and locking the door behind us both. The space is small and not a room at all; it was an elevator.

Surveillance was full force as someone welcomed us to the store and instructed us not to touch anything as the decent began on its own. By my estimate, the level that we stopped at was one below the basement. The doors opened before us and we walked into a well-lit room, almost as big as a proper ballroom. Certainly, not as high but just a big in width and length. The rich vibe continued down here as well with the red walls and gold trimming on the walls and on the cabinets filled to the brim with guns and other equipment.

At the far end of the room, a man in a fitted suit stood relaxed in his posture. Not single strand of hair or muscle moved out of place as we approached him. “Welcome. Please take a look around at your leisure and feel free to ask any questions. We are here to assist.”  

Jimin jets off towards the far end of the room, firmly in the directions of some automatic handgun; they suited him. I had initially pegged him at a knife person, but then again he wanted efficiency more than any perceived bloodlust so I relented on my initial judgement. His steps were quick, barely holding on to the perception of calm, but he was like a child in a candy shop, no doubts about it.

Letting him satisfy his own curiosity, I turned to the tactical gear. I would worry about the boys later, getting their measurements from Jimin now would be impossible when he seems much more interested in the custom grips on an Italian classic.

Shopping for harnesses was ironically reminiscent to shopping for clothes; they were all on gold hangers and organized by size and prices. The boys (read: Big Hit) were paying for all this anyways so I’d take advantage of that; only I knew what was really needed for this.

Shifting through them all, I decided on one with multiple points of weight distribution that had multiple clip combinations so one could vary their support based on their preference or on the limits of rope. As I was looking, I felt a presence on my 6 or 7 o’clock; it was either Jimin or the attendant.

“Is this what you wanted the body measurements for?” Jimin.

“No,” I scoffed. “I needed that information to plant fake bodies when we all fail this and need to get the heck out of dodge.”

“The confidence you have in us is astounding.” He didn’t waste time is coming back for me with the same amount of sarcasm.

“I have as much confidence in you as I do in my own survival with the group of you.” Snatching the paper with the written measurements out of his hand, I didn’t bother to head his response as I pulled out different sizes of the same harness. They would cost a pretty penny, but you weren’t footing the bill.

“Take these to the table.” I was already searching for the ropes; something strong preferably suspension or paracord, but mountaineering might work.

“Do it yourself.”

“Like you know what we need for this. Just do what I ask and maybe my confidence that we’ll survive this increase by a tenth of a percent.”

“You’re difficult.”

“But I’m good and that’s what you really need right now isn’t it? Now go.”

Deciding on some dark colored SWAT rappelling rope in 200 feet lengths. It was double braided and would be more than enough to carry our weights at 9mm in diameter. However, ti was a hefty weight, but I’d leave that to the boys. Additionally, I picked up some paracord, just in the case of an emergency lashing or situation.

Next, some infrared googles. They were also a hefty price, but trusting the boys to already have their own, I waited until Jimin returned from his second trip from the far table to confirm. Given a OK, I think he had given up on arguing with me for the sake of it, I picked out some durable ones with a heat sensor attachment.

Last in terms of tacticals, would be body suits. These would go under our regular clothes, additional protection and heat without the bulk. Of course, some bullet proof clothes would be going on top, but still a good base is always necessary.

Now to the fun part, weapons.

Jimin had already beat me to it, having laid out some stuff that he wanted for himself or that he got at the request of the other boys. A computer chip, most likely for Yoongi, catches my eye. Having a computer for research and planning would be so much easier than having to piece together scraps of paper.

Grabbing a sleek laptop off the shelf, I added it to the ever-growing pile of supplies on the table under the raised eyebrow of Jimin. He reaches for it, but I smack his hand away and firmly state that “I like doing these things myself.” I hear no further argument.

Then comes the guns. Semi-automatics have a soft spot it my heart so I grab an all-American Hollywood classic, twin Desert Eagles, metal caps, and a spool of wrapping leather; custom grip can only be truly custom when you make them yourself. Snagging some holsters, I argue mentally between thighs and sides, before just getting both; no point wasting time. Then for knifes, I grab a classic butterfly, before grabbing some more practical Damascus hunting daggers that were lightweight so they could be thrown as well.

Nodding at Jimin, I let him take care of the payment as I continued to explore the room for anything else that we might like. Closer to the door, I see a locked cabinet with oddities that most would not look twice at; they sell information. A couple flash drives being bid off, probably filled with some military programs or governmental passwords. I wouldn’t put it pas them to have one or two automatic Trojans with a logic puzzle for those dolts that didn’t know how to use a computer. Then on the far side, something unexpected.

“They say that’s a charm from the Banshee herself.” Jimin, seemingly done with the purchase, came over towards the elevator as the store took care of sending our goods topside.

“The Banshee?” This was one I hadn’t heard before.

“Yeah. She’s an assassin with some sort of moral code apparently when she kills. And she takes or makes charms from each kill to remember them. Morbid, but then again anyone who’s that good ought to have a few screws lose to not go crazy.” He wasn’t wrong.

Even Master had told me it was odd when he saw the charms, but he got used to it. The box of filled bracelets I left with Master, the only thing of personal value that I really owned anymore so my wrists were naked and empty. Yet, the feeling never hit me until now, when I saw the only charm I ever lost (a round mosaic for a contemporary artist who also profited from fakes) for sale. The Banshee name had power and with power comes profit; the betting for the charm already past the million mark.  

“Don’t think to hard. You won’t ever meet her.” Jimin laughed, the kind that came from his belly and was not held back by propriety.

“And you have?” It was a good enough act, lovestruck youngster falling for a power girl he had never even met before.

“Nope. But I want to. Her story sounds interesting enough.” That was the most uncharacteristic thing I had ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Her story,” I snickered, my face trying very hard not to mock him with its expression. “A mafioso and an assassin on a coffee date. That sounds more like the first line of a joke.”

He didn’t respond, but looking back as he pushed me towards the elevator told me he was thinking. The cogs were turning either to make up a lie or to figure out how to put it in words.

“I want to know what made her this way. She is truly someone that does not care, and something must have happened to make her that way.” His voice was quiet and rippling under the surface I could hear some semblance of emotions from him. It was a change, and I let him talk. “Even you can agree with this; we didn’t just wake up one day and decided we wanted to be like this. We went through the ringer and decided that we never wanted to be that low ever again, so we went for the heights.”

“We braved the cliffs and grew wings.” Simple words, but with more meaning that even a full paragraph could hold. He simply nodded in response and the rest of the ride up was silent, each lost in our pasts.

The ride back to the apartment was no different, except for the back piled with our new supplies. Quiet and heavy, not even the driver disturbed us in our thoughts.

The boys were waiting for us when we went upstairs, all cleaned up and hair coiffed to perfection.

“How was it?” Namjoon, objective as ever wanting to make sure the boys hadn’t lost their biggest weapons source because the two of us butting heads.

“Uneventful.” Me, as I turned to the boxes.

“Normal.” Jimin, as he joined the boys on the couch.

“Did you bring us presents?” Taehyung, relaxed as always, stretching his legs on the coffee table as he watched me organize.

I put everything that I had bought for myself in one box, including my harness, a loop of SWAT rope, the extra paracord, and the body suit. The rest was laid out on the floor next to the boxes that Jimin had already organized the others’ stuff into, most likely at the store itself.  

“I bought all of you harnesses and new rope. I suggest getting used to wearing them around and working with the additional weight so break them in to your own comfort.”

Jungkook scoffed, “We have our own already.”

“Of course, you do. But do they have at least a 5-point weight distribution and at lest 10 hold holds for various roping combinations?”

He stayed silent.

“No? Then I suggest you break in the one I got for you or I won’t be responsible for you screwing this up for the rest of them. I didn’t bother holding back with him. Jungkook had started to get on my nerves. I was starting to get the feeling that no matter what I did, I would never get on his good side. I had reached a conclusion; it wasn’t me personally he hated, it was the idea of me; all fun and games when matched with his cold perfectionism. He thought I was stupid and infuriating, I thought the same of him; it worked out.

Walking back to my own room, I could practically hear Namjoon trying to figure out a plan to get me and Jungkook back on better terms. But that would have to wait for another day; I needed to get my stuff together.

Making it back to the relative haven of my room, I unpack and start customizing. First was the guns, taking the leather, I cover both handles in a primitive but more familiar imitation of custom grips, adding in the end the metal cap at the bottom of the grip because if you can’t shoot, you can at least swing. Sure, it does mess with the balance of the gun but you get used to it after a couple years of practice. Next, comes the computer. Booting up, I have never been more thankful for technology and resolve to ask someone to scan the document to upload, but after spending a couple hours with Jimin, I am ready to be alone.

Then again, when does the plan of the universe ever work in my favor? Just as I put away the rest of the gear, keeping the harness out to break in after I relax, I hear a knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung. Lovely.

“Sure.” I didn’t bother to try to contain my annoyance, but this was Taehyung we were talking about; he was selectively blind, and deaf for that matter, to the world around him. He heard me say that he could come in but he somehow didn’t hear my annoyance.

He waltzed right in and seated himself on my bed as turned around from my desk. Glancing out the window, I could see the first signs of the evening clouding over the brightness of the day, so it was no surprise that he was dressed to go to work. Silk shirt unbuttoned just enough for anyone watching to get a peak of tanned skin tucked into tight denim. A lone silver chain hanging around his neck and thin rings of the same material making his fingers seem longer than you have ever thought was humanly possible.

Once again, he lounged. Looking back, you have never seen him as anything other than relaxed, except for that one time when you technically broke in so context matter with him. He didn’t even bother taking of his leather shoes which made you scowl.

“Any particular reason you’re hear or is it just to grind my gears?”

“Both, but mostly I have a question for you to answer for me.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a swatch of white fabric that almost made my heart strop.

“A bandage? You want me to wrap something for you?” I didn’t let it bother me. The bandages I wore were a dime a dozen and he could have gotten it from any mom and pop medical store along the road.

“No I was wondering why you had these. If you’re hurt, that’s not good for any of us see?” Sitting up, he kept waving that bandage in front of me, taunting me like he knew all my secrets, but he didn’t.

“You went through my stuff?” Sighing, I relented. “Should have expect nothing less from a sneak thief. They are bandages for emergencies. I don’t trust for a second that Jungkook still doesn’t want to put a bullet between my eyes.”

“True. You and Jungkook really don’t get along. Though that is to be expected when the both of you have different ways of surviving.” Taehyung was smarter than you, and probably anyone else, gave him credit for. His mouth was working to distract while his eyes watched and learned from the people around him.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t need to. Even Taehyung seemed to sense that our conversation was over as he left my room with some important parting word. “The most dangerous liars are the ones who give themselves to the lies, body, soul and heart.”

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.7

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“This is what we’ve been able to gather in the gala.” You began your report. Eyes glued to the table separating you and the chief. Once again, he had locked the doors when you stepped in. Tsukauchi was supposed to accompany you but he had matters to meet up with All Might. “The Fukuo Kai’s boss handed out his call cards to some select people. Villains mostly, presumably.”

“And this was handed to Overhaul.” He was staring at you instead of the card. “Did you come in contact with any of the three Tsukauchi mentioned?”

“Akuji.” The memory made you cringe. Added with the sensation of being locked in this lewd office only made things worse. “He caught me off guard and infiltrated my thoughts. Rest assured that he was not able to gather any information regarding this mission.”

The chief began to tap his index finger on his knee. Taking in the information, he was delighted with the news relayed to him. However, one thing was bothering his mind.

“How did you escape his quirk?”

There it was. The dreaded question. You had no problem in telling others that Overhaul had rescued you from Akuji. In fact, you were pretty proud that he, a villain, actually thought about your safety. Allegedly, of course. But if the man in front of you were to know, he might restrain your communication between you and the young yakuza boss.

“Your hesitancy is not a good sign, my dear.” Standing up, he slowly made his way beside the table. Your peripheral vision following his every move. When the couch dipped, you bit your tongue. He somewhat smelled of beetroots. Not the best purchase if you could say. “Did you sack him in the knee? Point a gun at his face? Or none of the above?”

Shutting your eyes and letting out a long exhale, you clenched your fists and moved an inch away from him. You liked vegetables, but as a cologne? Pass.

“Overhaul managed to intervene just as I was about to make a move.”

Upon hearing your answer, his eye twitched. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it just enough for you to turn your head and face him.

“When is your next meeting with Overhaul?” The way he prolonged each syllable in his name made you want to punch him in the nose. Yet his stare never wavered nor did he blink ever since you turned to face him. His thumb now began to brush the fabric of your shirt.

“Later this afternoon.” Your meetings with Overhaul was something you made sure not to put in your calendar. It was in this instance that you were glad you didn’t. “He still has some business to attend to.”

“Call him.” His hand began to trail down your arm. The small shiver you did made him feel dominantly good. His index finger slowly making a line. “And tell him, that your chief will be tagging along for this meeting.”

“He doesn’t do well with cops.”

“Defending him now?”

“He’s a villain and we’re asking support from him.” You reasoned out. “It would only aggravate him if we crossed that border line.”

“I’m sure you told him that there would at least be 2 other people he might meet.” He tilted his head and his hand trailed upwards. “That is standard procedure when we ask them. Don’t bother manipulating the situation, (Y/N). Call him.

Defeated, you took your phone and dialed his number. How you were going to act like you always did would be a new challenge. Glancing at the clock, there was still 2 hours before you would meet up with him. Somehow, you wished he wouldn’t answer. Somehow, you wished he was still busy with whatever his layered mind intended to do today.

The phone kept ringing till you were met with the other line saying he was unavailable. You slowly eased and carefully let out the breath you had been holding on to.

“Also, while you’re here, I have decided to move our scheduled dinner.” Twirling strands of your hair, he let out a satisfied hum. “I took the liberty of clearing your schedule for tomorrow. We shall be dining at the Tadrona Manor.”

Cursing at how far that restaurant was, you had already agreed so there was no choice.

“I shall pi-”

Both your eyes darted to the vibrating phone on the table. His contact lighting up the screen. Why did he have to call back?

“Well, answer it.” The chief took your phone, answered it, and held it up to your ear. Holding it by the edges, you waited for him to let go of your device before fully grasping it in your hand.

“Apologies for not answering.” Overhaul spoke over the line. “I had just finished my task for today.”

“It’s fine.” You tried your hardest to sound how you usually did around him. “So, uh, I have an update about our meeting later.”

“What might that be?”

“Uh…” You shivered as he felt his finger touch yours. “M-my boss wants to join the meeting. Hear me out. This’ll only be a short meeting and I can make sure to get a secluded booth for us. It’ll last no more than 20 minutes.”

You wished you hadn’t said that. In truth, you were excited to see him today. With the stable advancement the mission had, you were planning to buy him cheesecake as a thank you for cooperating. It just had to go down the drain.

“15.” He demanded. You could feel your heart sinking with disappointment. Your highlight of the day just got reduced by 5 minutes.

“Deal.”

Ending the call, the chief patted your head and finally gave back your personal space. Giving you permission to exit the office, you hastily made your way out and proceeded to go to the women’s toilet once more.

Furiously pumping on the hand sanitizer dispenser, you slathered it all over your exposed skin. The remaining amounts, you patted it on your clothes. That was even worse than before. Flopping on to the toilet seat, you mentally recalled all the previous times you entered his office. You never really saw how he stared at you since you were usually too preoccupied with your reports. The memory of him cunningly brushing his skin on yours as he handed out folders. And, perhaps that may be the reason why he kept giving you high cases. To have you all to himself in his little private area.

Shuddering at the reminder, you grunted and once again found yourself in the same position last time. Your phone vibrated once more. Lazily taking it out, you didn’t bother checking who the caller was.

“(L/N) speaking.” Voice heavy.

“What was that about?” Of course he would call back.

“He’s a moody ass.” You snapped back. “He likes to pry whenever I do my cases. I’m sorry to get you involved.”

“Is he bothering you?” His tone serious as he carefully chose his words. The way you sounded over the phone made him think that something happened, again

What you’d give to say yes but this was your problem. Not his. Bringing him into the picture would surely escalate things even more.

“Everything’s fine, birdman.”

“Birdman?”

“My bad.” You finally managed to chuckle. “I meant to say Overhaul.”

“Do as you please. I’ll see you later, problem child.”

Ending the call, you were now feeling much better. Still dirty from all the contact but lighter than before. By the time you were seated on your office chair, Tsukauchi knocked on your cubicle and dragged his chair to sit beside you.

“I called the place you wanted to hold the meeting in and they told me they were already preparing for your arrival.”

“Thanks, Nao.” You began to pack your stuff. “How’s Toshi-san?”

“Same old. Still trying to protect people despite his situation.” He paused and squinted his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging your shoulders, you faced him and winked. “I’m just… anxious for later. The chief wants to tag along.”

“Hmm. I see.” His quirk was telling him that you weren’t entirely truthful but maybe it was because of that. He had taken notice that if given the chance, his boss would join in on your case. You were always neutral about it. Why was this any different? “Are you okay with him joining?”

“Don’t use your quirk on me, Nao.” Booping his nose, you stood up and walked to the lobby.

There, you desperately prepared for the short taxi ride you would take. It was too obvious the both of you would sit in the back seat. When you saw him walking towards you, you swallowed every bit of your pride and forced a grin on your face. Leading him outside, you managed to quickly hail a cab.

Expecting him to open the door for you to enter, you swore you looked like an idiot when you realized he was waiting for you to do the action. Well, he was the chief so you simply rolled your eyes as he entered. The middle of the back seat was a saving grace as you placed your bag there.

It felt like forever but the taxi finally arrived at your destination. Entering the establishment, you were greeted by a waitress, you gave your name and she led you to a private room. Peaking at your watch, there was still 10 more minutes before the meeting would start. 10 minutes of agony.

Now that you were seated, the waitress asked if you’d prefer coffee or tea to be served. The chief spoke up and went for tea. The sliding doors finally closed and you were left alone with him.

“This kind of environment,” He spoke. “Is the scenario I reserved for us at Tadrona Manor. Exciting isn’t it? Privacy at it’s best.”

Forcefully lifting the corners of your mouth, you lowered your head as acknowledgement. You’ve never dreaded tomorrow like you did today. The doors opened and your breath hitched. Wearing his usual get-up, the bird mask was on full display today. The golden tip shinier than usual.

“You’re early?” You asked. Relief in your voice evident in his ears.

“The area was clear of traffic, hence my arrival before the agreed time.” Overhaul took the seat across you. His sight shifted to the man beside you. “If possible, I’d like to start now. I still have tasks at hand and this being of low importance.”

“This is mostly about the calling card. I just, uh, I was thinking about making you wear a device that enables me to hear what’s happening during the meeting.” You asked as you fidgeted with your fingers. Nails digging into your skin.

“The Fukuo Kai like to check their visitors.”

“I thought about that part. I’m taking into consideration of le-”

“We’ll give you an ear piece. You use your quirk on it and when you're inside, rebuild it. I hypothesize that the connection would still be established since the parts are technically the same.” The chief explained for you.

Observing how your jaw tightened and you barely made any eye contact, perhaps his assumptions were right. He could see the way you were leaning away from him. How you fidgeted around. And basically, how you weren’t as lively as you were when you're with him.

“I have no problems with your plans.” He commented ominously. His golden eyes staring directly at your chief. “However, I despise unclean people like you. As much as I’d like to cleanse this world from this horrible disease, perhaps I should get rid of men who cut women off as they speak as well.”

“She’s my employee.” The chief retorted. “We only have 15 minutes to this meeting and she was moving slow, as always.”

“And I handle a yakuza organization with twice the amount of workers.” Overhaul fought back. “Yet, we have been taught to always act chivalrously towards women.”

“Overhaul.” You tried to break the growing tension. When your eyes met his, he saw the relief painted in them. The way your shoulders relaxed and your features softened told him he had done his part. “It’s okay.”

You wanted to say thank you but with the chief around, you’d have to save it for later via message.

“Do you have anything else to share?” He asked you.

“No. That was all for today.”

“Leave the room first. We’ll follow after.” Overhaul rested his elbow on the table and leaned a little towards the chief. His brows furrowed when you weren’t sure of whether or not to leave the room with him and the other man alone. “Did you not hear me? I said leave the room. Now.”

Shocked that he had used that tone, you briskly took your belongings and exited the room.

You were grateful for his actions but this would not look good for tomorrow’s dinner. Bumping into the waitress with the coffee in tray, you told her that there was no need and that the meeting had to stop for personal reasons. Wanting a breath of fresh air, you stepped outside and waited for them there.

It was only a matter of seconds before they exited the establishment. The look on your boss’ face ultimately displeased of what had just transposed. His mind travelled to tomorrow. You were surely going to regret not speaking up on his behalf. Putting on a fake smile, he bowed lazily and hailed a cab.

“Problem child.” He snapped you from your thoughts. “Go home and take a shower.”

“What?” That sentence was least expected.

“You smell like him.” His eye twitched and he felt his blood boil when he realized that man’s scent was on you. “I can smell you even with this mask. Tch. You’re even filthier than before. Did you bring your car?”

“No. We had to take a cab.”

Massaging his temples, he let out a groan of annoyance.

“Follow me. I’ll take you home.”

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WHOOOP I HOPE IM NOT LATE I LOVE YALL SO MUCH. Kuroo, Daichi and Suga’s gf being one of their team’s managers at the training camp. All the managers decide to play a little fun game of volleyball. She comes out in really short shorts making everyone’s attention on her. What will the boys do? 😏 I hope this makes it in time this is one of the main blogs i scavenge for awesome fanfics and thank y’all for keeping the fandom alive. Hugs and kisses for all!!

Lol if it’s the managers playing a game, I’m sure they’d all be in short shorts xD But thank you so very much for the love!!! I’m trying really hard to keep the content as fresh and new as I can but lord does it take me a bit to get my thoughts together these days lol Thanks for the request!!! Hugs and kissies xoxoxox - Admin Satori

Kuroo Tetsurou:

It was really nice of the team’s coach, and sponsor, to have an extra room for you to stay in. You and the other managers of their team, that is. Usually, in these situations, anyone not on the team would have to find their own hotels to stay in… And more than likely, the one the team stayed in was always booked! But this year, finally, they’d thought ahead and considerately had booked an extra room for the female managers to join in the activities.

They were your team, too, after all. It was only fair you be near them during their training camps.

You remembered your boyfriend, Kuroo, had been adamant about sneaking you into his room - even though he’d be sharing it with his best friend, Bokuto. He even went so far as to try to get you to start yoga so you were ‘flexible enough to fit in the suit case’. Honestly, you were sure he’d just been trying to get you flexible for… other activities.

“You doing okay? You’re all red.”

A squeak of surprise escaped you, and you slapped your hands to your cheeks to cover the blush that had formed. You’d gone too far down the rabbit hole of memories of the bedroom with your boyfriend…. And actually forgot where you were! Kaori smirked knowingly, “I-I’m fine!” You stammered out, quickly looking away when she only continued to smirk. “S-shut up and serve the damn ball!”

It’d been a boring night in. The boys, coaches and sponsors included, had went out to dinner to celebrate a good training session. Both Kuroo and Bokuto had invited you… but you’d decided it’d be frowned upon since the coach hadn’t invited you… so you’d stayed with the other female managers.

Which prompted a fun game between the 4 of you. So many managers for a single team, but it made sense when taking into account the different school schedules and whatnot. You could only work every other day for the team, while Kaori could only do weekends and extended trips, Kiyoko only worked weekdays, and Yukie could work every day…. But it took more than one manager to handle this… rambunctious team.

You and Kuroo were nearing your last semesters at Tokyo University! Almost done with your degree, and he with his! Everyday spent on the team now was humbling.. Because you knew the future contained bigger and better things for you and your love.

“Got it!” You called out, rushing forward and bumping the ball into the air, high enough for Kaori to tip it over the net. She landed with a happy cheer as the ball bounced just before Yukie could get to it. “Nice one!” You smiled widely, moving to get back into ‘position’ on your part of the halved court. The game continued, your side scoring, their side scoring… Neck and neck before a quick water break was called for.

Standing by the bench, you happily sipped from your bottle of water, listening to Kaori talk about how she’d have to slave away at homework when the four of you returned to the room. You were about to respond to her, offer to help her study if she needed it, when you felt a sharp pinch on the back of your thigh.

Reflexively, you went to kick at whoever had touched you so inappropriately! It couldn’t have been one of the girls, they’d never be so invasive, so it’d have to have been some kind of stranger who wandered into the gym!

Your foot got caught though, their hand holding it tight and forcing you to balance on your foot. You turned to curse at them, tell them to let you go, verbally defend yourself…. When you suddenly realized why Kaori hadn’t jumped to help.

“Oho~ So quick to fight…. Feisty.” His lazy smirk curled his lips, and had you letting out a heavy sigh of playful irritation, “I couldn’t help myself, ______, you just looked ripe for pinching…. A little goose didn’t hurt you, did it?” You knew he wasn’t really asking. He’d pinched you much harder in a different situation.

“I thought you were at dinner.” You tugged at your foot in his hand, but his grip held fast. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon. “Tetsu…” You warned, feeling your heart pick up the pace when his other hand rested on your calve, slowly moving upwards and stroking the smooth, freshly shaven, skin of your thigh. Goosebumps threatened to show themselves at his gentle touch.

“Ah, we left early. It was kinda boring.” Bokuto called from the bench behind you. He’d been talking to Kaori while you and Kuroo had your little showdown, “Daichi didn’t like that very much….”

Kuroo hummed in agreement, fingers pressing into the side of your thigh, a light grip. You tugged at your trapped foot once more, making his smirk twitch in amusement. “Ah well, I don’t think Daichi likes a lot of things…. Like when I take my timeouts to just come appreciate my girlfriend.” Your lips screwed to one side, struggling to hide your anticipatory smile at his words, his actions… He liked what he saw, and what he felt. “Ooooor when I leave from the room to sneak into-“

You kicked your leg roughly, stopping him from continuing since your foot landed square on his sternum and forced him to fall backwards. He stared up at you with surprised shock, he hadn’t thought he’d given you enough room to be able to kick him down. Your stern look had him laughing quietly, “Get rekt, Tetsurou.” Bokuto laughed, this time from across the gym - he hadn’t waited for Kuroo to finish what he’d been saying about Daichi, and instead had taken your place in the game with the managers.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered with a fond smile, offering your hand down for him to take, so you could help him up and dust him off. His hand found yours, long fingers wrapping around your hand in a tight, but gentle, grip. You went to help him to his feet only to find you were quickly being pulled down. You stumbled, “Tetsu!” He laughed as you landed on him on the ground, his arms wrapped around you tightly so you couldn’t escape as quickly as you wanted to. “The floor is so dirty, what the hell.” You whined loudly, like a child, moving so your hands were pressed against his chest so you could push off of him. But he held you tighter, your hands now trapped between yours and his chest.

Face to face now, you pursed your lips in playful irritation, “Come here often?” He smirked up at you, “You know, I’m actually staying in a hotel nearby… Nice place… Good mattress… Roomy showers…. Not to mention… Your shorts do feel a bit… short and tight.” His voice trailed off, and you let out a heavy sigh before resting your forehead on his chest with your eyes closed, knowing he wasn’t finished yet. “You and I could… Ya know….”

You lifted your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “Could eat in the lobby as a mismatched couple?”

Kuroo’s smirk broke into a joyful smile before he was tilting his head and pressing a kiss between your eyebrows, “You read my mind, kitten.”

Sawamura Daichi:

Why did you feel the prickle of nerves in your stomach? It’s not like you were doing anything wrong… You were playing a game of volleyball with your fellow managers! Nothing bad there!

Yet you felt… Cheeky as you jumped around, spiking the ball or tipping it over the edge. You couldn’t wipe the smirk from your face and had to continuously assure your fellow managers that you weren’t trying to bait them into a competitive game.

You were just feeling good today!

Or at least this evening.

You’d treated yourself to a good meal earlier, you’d taken your time in the shower, you’d relaxed for a good hour or two before deciding you wanted to be active! It was when you’d found only your… short shorts…. That you’d realized you hadn’t really packed anything to be active!

But what was the harm in wearing the short shorts? You leaned down, hands on your knees, crouching as you watched the three on the other side of the net tossing the ball between each other. They were planning something, and you were watching intently.

Being a senior in college, it gave you the ability to sense bs from the younger student. You were able to see what they were planning just by their sidelong glances. A long play? Or a tip over the net?

Then they were moving, quickly. And you had to jump backwards to try to keep up with them as the ball was tossed high, one of them jumping higher than they ever had and hitting the ball from its underside. Making it go flying across the court.

But you were feeling competitive! You were feeling like you were a hot shot in a real game, and you weren’t about to let this ball touch the ground!

You never made it to the ball in time. In fact, you’d been interrupted in your run to the ball. Strong arms had wrapped around your middle and held you back just as you were about to go sliding across the floor to save the ball. But instead, you were halted, and forced to watch as the ball bounced against the polished gym floor before it rolled to rest against the wall.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, _______.”

Deflated. That’s how you felt. Deflated and ashamed…. Only to quickly feel irritation in your chest blooming furiously as you pushed out of his arms, “What the hell, Daichi! I had that!” You wanted him to know just how excited you’d been, how in your own mood you’d been, and how rude he was to have robbed that moment from you. “I was gonna save the ball! What? Just because you aren’t playing, I can’t play either?”

His brown eyes hardened, warning you of being so rude to him. He’d saved you. Completely. “_______, there’s no need to be mean.” His voice was calm, and you felt irritated he’d pull on his ‘dad’ pants to talk to you. As if you were some tantrum throwing child. “You don’t have kneepads on.”

Well, duh.. You knew that. All the actual supplies were locked up because the coaches didn’t want anyone getting into them while they weren’t here. You didn’t have any kneepads or elbow pads, but then he only wore his kneepads for official matches! You couldn’t count how many times you’d had to play nurse for him because he’d be too in his own head to realize he wasn’t wearing kneepads.

This time he raised an eyebrow at your dumbfounded expression, he could read the ‘duh’ on your face and found it kind of…. funny. He chuckled, the initial insult he’d taken from your reflexed attack passing as he realized you’d quite literally followed in his steps.

“______…. Look down…” You rolled your eyes before looking down at your shoes. They looked scuffed, you’d have to buy new ones soon… “What don’t you see?”

“Look, Dai, I don’t have time for this. I was playing a game!” You huffed, clearly irritated with his parenting your every move. You were his girlfriend! Not his child!

Daichi smiled patiently, “No, no. Wait a second.” His arms tightened around your middle as you struggled to leave his hold. He’d feel horrible if you continued to think you were a pro and hurt yourself because he couldn’t get you to see exactly what was wrong with what you’d been about to do. “What happens when I slide without my kneepads? You get mad at me for doing that, right?”

You let out a loud sigh, “Yes, you get so in your head about what you need to do, you forget to take care of yourself first! What about it? Did you skin your knee again during practice today?” You rested your hands on his crossed forearms under your ribcage, figuring you’re going to be trapped in his arms for the long haul if he was just bringing up constant nurse memories.

He laughed. He laughed a short, bark of a laugh at your question, “Well yes, I forgot that today… But that’s not the point.” He quickly covered, clearing his throat to cover the clear embarrassment at his admittance. He’d tried to take care of his skinned knees on his own, but your nursing methods sure did feel better when you were the one helping him. “_______, are you wearing kneepads?”

“No? The supply closet is locked up! How in the hell would I have kneepads?”

“And what were you about to do?”

Another loud sigh, another rolling of your eyes, “Save the ball! Duh- Oh.. Wait…” The realization slapped you across the face.

He’d actually saved you.

You looked down at your legs once more to see, indeed, you weren’t wearing any kneepads. Not even one. Then you looked at the polished floor of the gym - the wooden tiles still presenting the danger of irritatingly rubbed skin…. You would have definitely been hurting afterwards if you’d been allowed to save the ball. It’d been too low for you to just bump it while standing… and you’d wanted to look cool… so you would have.. definitely…..

Covering your face in your hands, you let out a low whine of embarrassment, of shame. He’d saved you and you’d gotten mad. “Dai….”

Daichi lowered you easily, you were thinking sensibly again, but he didn’t say anything. Just letting you marinate in your shame for how you’d reacted to him.

“Dai…..” You tried again, your voice wobbling the longer you sat in your own guilt. Stomaching your nerves, you turned so you could face him…. But you didn’t lift your head to meet his gaze.

You wondered if he’d be mad? Or maybe he’d just leave you? What if he did? Your heart dropped to your stomach. No way… he wouldn’t leave you over something like this, would he? You’d never gotten angry with him before! Playful arguments here and there, sometimes he’d be irritated from the trials of the day and bring it home with him…. And you’d do the same some days… But arguing? Never! You’d never gotten angry with him…

The sound of rustling clothing brought you out of your downward spiral, and you looked at your very thoughtful boyfriend to see he was stepping out of his track pants. Thankfully, he was wearing his practice shorts underneath, but still… The front row view of his undressing had your cheeks flaring with embarrassment. “W-Wha-What are you doing? Stop!” You reached forward, trying to grab the hem of his pants to pull them back up for him but you were too late. He’d taken them off.

And now presented them to you.

“Wha….?”

“There’s a drawstring in the front, and on each ankle…” He showcased the drawstrings tucked in their little pockets, “If you tighten this around you, and make sure it fits,” He gave you a pointed stare, making you look away almost immediately, “Then you can get back in the game and save all the plays you can…”

You bit your bottom lip… Not feeling like you should take his offer.. You wanted to just spend the rest of your evening with him in the hotel, maybe go swimming in the hotel pool or go out on the town with him…. But he was still offering the pants to you.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, taking the pants from his hand and pulling them on. Doing as he’d said and tightening the drawstring around your waist, letting out a yelp of surprise when you felt his hands on your right leg - one cupping your calve while the other easily tightened the drawstring by your ankle.

“Also…” He looked up from where he crouched before you, both of his hands on the outside of your thighs now, just below where your shorts ended beyond his track pants now. His fingers curled around your thighs, gripping them lightly and making you shiver with your blush making another violent appearance on your face, “This way, I can keep all this beautiful skin of yours safe from anyone else’s eyes.” Daichi winked up at you, his lips curling into a playful smile.

Sugawara Koushi:

You hadn’t realized how kind of boring these training camps were… Obviously, they weren’t focused on the managers, of which you were, so they weren’t directed towards your likes. But your boyfriend, Suga, seemed to be having as much fun as he always did with his friends!

And you guessed that’s where you could be placated. If he was having fun and enjoying the company around him… then you could happily go on about your boring day…

Only now he wasn’t around, and you were bored. So very bored. The hotel was nice, the pool was cool…. But you felt like being active! You wanted to go out there and jump around!

That’s where the idea of a fun game of volleyball came from. Your boredom talking for you. And thankfully, the other managers were on the same level of antsy pants to join your offered game!

“Ohhh~ Where did you get those? They’re so cute!”

You looked down at your shorts, smiling proudly as you responded, “The shop by the university gym! It’s got so many colors and the material is super stretchy, too.” You demonstrated by pulling at the hem of the thigh, showing how it molded around your added fingers or stretched accordingly as you pulled it away from you.

That’s all that had been mentioned of your shorts, and yet you felt high and alert from the attention it’d gotten you! Confident! You felt confident in your movement and your body as you played volleyball with your friends!

In high school, you’d been on the volleyball team! That’s how you’d met Suga. The two teams, boys and girls, had met up for a practice match - co-ed - and you’d been graced with Suga as your teams setter since yours was out sick that day. First year you had been…. Floored by his appearance, and flustered by how sweet he was. You didn’t know if you’d fallen for him that day or the years following as the two of you grew closer as friends before eventually becoming an item.

From that first day, you’d always tried to practice with him and his team - to be closer to him more than anything.. but also because the boys team held so much more competitiveness with each other! Especially during your third year when the dynamic duo first years would pop off every moment they saw each other!

There was no competitiveness here, though, just a fun filled game of tossing the ball back and forth - whoever dropped it first owed the others a pork bun.. Nothing serious since the city you were all in for the summer camp had particularly inexpensive snacks! You were in the lead, though! But the girls didn’t want to have to keep track of how many they owed you, so instead they’d just give you the amount owed.

So many pork buns. Your stomach rumbled in anticipation!

The ball suddenly went flying over your head, “I’ll get it!” You called, trotting casually after the ball as it bounced by the gym entrance.

“__-_____?”

You suddenly stood straight from your bending position, the ball held tightly in your hands, feeling a gasp scraping against your throat at it’s sudden appearance. “K-Koushi?” You let out a heavy breath, resting a hand on your heart to show he’d startled you, “Don’t do that! My heart can’t take the surprises of an angel!”

Suga’s smile was soft, but there was a curiosity to his gaze. He stood on the gym steps, having heard the calling of voices from within and picking yours out from the crowd. His hand on the rail, one foot on the step in front of him, you’d surprised him as much as he’d surprised you. “An angel, huh?” He chuckled quietly, “Practice match?” He asked, glancing behind you to see the girls hadn’t actually waited for you upon seeing Suga taking up your attention.

Raising the ball in your hand, you smiled, “Yup. Got bored in the hotel… “ You smiled sheepishly, not wanting him to think you regretted coming on this training trip with him. It had been optional… But you’d taken it thinking you’d have more time with your boyfriend in a paid for room… when really, you only saw him during practice. “How was dinner?” You asked, not wanting an award lull to take its place between you two.

Another smile, though this one held a bit of secret to it, “Got bored.” He copied your response, and you let out a huff of a laugh, fingers delving into the grooves of the ball - why did it feel like you were nervous around him? Were you still feeling the same schoolgirl crush flutters around the young man you’d been dating for 2 years now?

Didn’t that mean the love was still strong between you? And he seemed to be enjoying your little chat… Was he feeling the same fluttering?

You glanced behind you, seeing the girls had continued playing, having found another ball in the opened closet.. You tossed the ball in their general direction before stepping out onto the top step of the stairs, just one above where he’d been about to go. His brown eyes watched you closely, and while his expression remained sweet and tender, you knew his eyes were taking in every single aspect of your movements. Like a hawk watching its prey.

“So you came by to…. Play a game?” The slight tilt of your head didn’t go unnoticed by him; Were you playing the same game he was? Or were you just feigning innocent? Or maybe you actually hadn’t realized the game he’d started up with you the moment he’d seen you pick up the ball?

Suga smiled still, gentle and easy, no sign of mischievousness at all, “Play a game…” He echoed, a slight hum to his voice. “Maybe.” The softness of his voice had you on edge, but you continued to push, stepping closer to the ledge of the step, within arms reach of him now.

He took the offer almost immediately, his hand reaching out, fingers outstretched and making contact with the smooth material of your shorts. “What game exactly, Koushi?” You knew he loved when you called his name, even in the most casual sense… It made him feel loved and like he belonged. Like he was needed and wanted. And he was.

Fingers found their way under the thigh of your shorts, pulling the material.. his eyes on the stretch of it. “This is really high quality material…” He noted, mostly to himself, and you smiled proudly as he let the fabric snap back into place. It wasn’t plastic elastic so it didn’t sting in the least.

“Koushi…” You called his attention, feeling a thrill shoot through you when his eyes looked up at you from under his lashes. He was still a step below you, and you bit the inside of your cheek at how…. Smoldering he could be even from this angle. A true master at his appearance’s influence on you, he smiled softly when you raised your eyebrows at him; he hadn’t answered your question.

“I did say maybe, ______.” He pointed out easily, the gentle amusement in his voice only being prompted by the playful roll of your eyes.

Humming in thought, you felt the rumble of your stomach interrupt your interpretation of his words and actions, “Well!” You started with a bright smile, hopping down the steps quickly before standing at the base of them - two below him now. You put your hands on your hips with a proud smile on your face, “I haven’t eaten dinner and I’m starving!” You pulled the collar of your shirt back, seeing the gathered money in your sports bra. Great shorts… still no pockets. “AND,” You added with extra emphasis, “I was owed pork buns for all my won games, so I’m going to go feed myself….”

You’d started walking away before he could get a word in, his eyes watching your enthusiastic display of pride. He simply turned towards you as you walked a couple feet away from him, about to call out to you before you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Koushi, are you coming?”

His smile was breathtaking, and he nodded quickly before hopping to the base of the stairs and quickly catching up to you. Suga immediately took your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his own and bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. Smooth and swift, you could only smile brightly in response.

What he asked next though, had you stopping in your tracks with a confused expression adorning your face.

“Those don’t chafe, do they?” He stopped beside you, your joined hands moving so he could tug at the stretchy material once more.

You cleared your throat with pursed lips, trying to think back to the tags on the shorts and if they’d warned anything about chafing or the like. In fact, you didn’t even know what kind of wash cycle they required… “Uh…. I don’t think so?…..” You looked down at your legs, moving them to spread a bit apart under you, not seeing any kind of irritation from your vantage point before looking back up at Suga with even more confusion, “Wait… Why?”

A smirk. A beautifully innocent smirk curled his lips as he leaned down and whispered, “Just wondering if I’ll be giving more kisses down there tonight to take away the pain.”

A/N: Reminder!!! All requests going forward from like…. December…. Are all based in college+ AU. I’m a legal adult, and don’t find high school boys ….. legally attractive lmao