“You be a good boy, okay?” Y/n sat on her knees, hunched forward far enough that her cheek could rest against the edge of the bed. Tomoru sat in front of her, his hands grabbed onto her hair. Her lips twitched into a slight frown, and let out a soft sigh. “Leaving you is always so hard.”

Someone walked behind her, their footsteps stopped beside the bed. The edge dipped down, causing Tomoru to tilt to the side, until he landed on Giran’s lap. With a chuckle, he carefully picked up the toddler and sat him down straight again in his place. Y/n stayed in the same curled forward position, only her eyes moved towards the older villain. “Sorry to make you babysit again. I know it’s not in your job description and you aren’t obligated to do it.”

“As I’ve said before, you and this little guy are my retirement investments.” Giran paused for a moment, with a soft grin on his face. “What did I ask for last? Was it a mansion or a yacht? Seaside resort? Ah—well either way, I’m upgrading the deal to a small country.”

“Just a small country?” y/n asked. She smiled as she stood up and sat beside him with Tomoru between them. “What about a medium-sized one?”

“Nope. I don’t need too much space. If that’s too much, I’d be more than happy to have just Okinawa.” He chuckled under his breath and the light-hearted look on his face soon vanished as he reached into his inner pocket. Giran pulled out his phone, he swiped his finger along the screen before handing it off to y/n.

Angry, hate filled eyes stared back at her. Y/n glanced up from the mug shot to Giran with a confused look on her face. “That’s your man, remember his face.”

Y/n returned her attention back to the picture, staring at the image on his phone until every scar and crease on his face was burned into her memory. Intrusive thoughts settled in. She lowered the phone onto her lap, her fingers playing with the bunny ears on the case. “I’m scared.”

Giran went quiet and they sat in silence, the ticks from the clock on the wall filled the room. She suddenly felt a firm grip on her shoulder, pulling her attention to the villain sitting next to her. “That’s normal. No matter how big of a badass some jackasses try to act, everyone gets a little scared from time to time. Just breathe.”

Y/n nodded and took a long drawn out breath out. His hold on her shoulder lightened. “Keep your cool. Ya got this, kiddo.”

“This should be easy as long as we stick to the plan.” Although she was trying to keep Giran’s advice in mind, she wondered if they could tell how uncertain she felt. Y/n was thankful for the thin veil of darkness surrounding them, protecting her from their gaze fixed on her.

Steady and quiet clicks sounded like a metronome. Buriki donned bands upon bands of metal beaded bracelets along his arms. He rolled a pellet between his fingers before releasing it. The small, coin-sized projectile snapped back into place, clacking against the beads beside it.

Y/n followed his gaze to the platform below. Villains of all shapes and sizes dressed in dark clothing worked below them, transporting large wooden crates from the warehouse to a boat resting in the harbor. The small group of four had managed to infiltrate the building and were still completely unnoticed hiding above them on the catwalk. From where they stood, the dream of criminals below looked akin to ants working hard.

The tenseness that firmly gripped onto y/n tightened with each click of Buriki’s bullets. To her, they sounded like firecrackers. She held her breath, wholly expecting anyone with good enough hearing to discern his noise over the sound of footsteps echoing and boxes scraping against the concrete floor. Her eyes darted around the warehouse, convened someone was going to notice. Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She reached out and took his arm, jerking him closer to her. Her brows furrowed as she leaned in closer to him, whispering in a biting tone. “Buriki, cut it out. I swear if you blow our cover because you need to fidget with something—”

Buriki released the bullet between his fingers and it snapped back into place with the other metal beads. He gave y/n a lopsided grin and motioned his head toward the villains down below. “I was thinking. From here, I could probably snipe six of them down before they realize what happened.”

“No, stick to the plan.” In a group of four with only one person with an offensive ranged quirk, drawing attention to them right off the bat was the last thing she wanted. Her already hushed tone lowered to almost nothing. “Well can you think quieter than that?”

Buriki’s smirk grew. The dim warehouse lights reflected off his emerald eyes. He pulled his arm from her grasp and pressed the side of his hand against his forehead in a mock salute. “You got it, boss.”

Her gaze traveled from Buriki to the villain standing by his side. Y/n’s heart tightened as she unhooked the device hanging from her neck and cradled it in her hands. With a careful touch, trying to keep Ozima’s soft curls away from the latches, as they clicked into place. She pressed the mask against her face and strapped it on. Y/n looked her up and down before placing a pair of black boxes in her hands. “I’m only here for one person. Your quirk works close enough like mine, I think you’ll get more use out of this mask than I will. Keep it safe for me, Giran just got it upgraded.”

This group was still new to each other, and Y/n wondered if they could work together. She knew Buriki’s range and Ozima’s utility could match together perfectly, she simply wished they could have gotten more time before this to learn to synergize before now.

She turned to Buriki. “Cover Ozima when you can and please don’t act like a fool out there.”

Buriki chuckled under his breath. “Yes, mom.”

Y/n shot him a look and he returned her glare with a sly grin. “Alright, you two do what you gotta do.”

The two went off in the same direction. Y/n could feel the vibration of their footsteps through the metal of the suspended platform as they made their way to the other side. She took a step forward, meeting a grip around her jawline.

Tomura’s presence loomed over her she felt his gaze from behind her. His three-fingered hold lightened and he wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. She felt his very slight warmth against the side of her face and he leaned in close to her ear. His voice sounded coarse as he spoke. “That was a mess. You need a tighter grip on that one.”

“I’m sorry?” Y/n turned her head to try to look at him. She could just barely see him in the corner of her eye.

His hair obscured his face. “What have I said about apologizing?”

“I’m not,” Y/n said. She caught a glimpse of his crimson eyes hiding behind his hair. Y/n continued, clarifying further. “I’m sorry as in, what do you mean? Aside from the part about Buriki. I know.”

“You’re not being yourself. I can hear how anxious you are.” Y/n went quiet, he was right. She thought she was doing a good job hiding her nervousness in front of Buriki and Ozima. Tomura released her, and she spun around to face him. “You made a valiant effort.”

Y/n recalled Giran’s words again. “Don’t you get a little scared sometimes?”

He cent reply. Y/n carried her pendant in her palm. She opened the heart-shaped locket. Treating the small bag of ash like a delicate flower, she held it out for Tomura. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, I can’t believe today is the day. What if something goes wrong? Tomo has already lost a sister. What if the boss isn’t here? I can’t wait another few months for another chance like this.”

Y/n felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She lowered her head and took a breath in, reminding herself that now wasn’t the time to be emotional. Tomura placed his thumb under her chin and raised her gaze to him. She looked into his eyes. Although he hadn’t said anything yet, the look on his face spoke volumes. He didn’t have to speak, she knew Tomura had her back and they’d both be safe. If the boss wasn’t here, she knew he’d light this world on fire until he came crawling out of his hiding spot.

Y/n coiled her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her forehead against his. Their lips brushed against each other. After what felt like not enough time, the two parted. She stared into his eyes. “Thank you. Do you think we made the right choice? Will we have enough people—we’re outnumbered. Maybe we should have brought Twice at least?”

Tomura opened his mouth. Before he had a chance to speak, an alarm blared out, echoing throughout the warehouse, bouncing off the heavy metal walls and making y/n’s ears hurt. 

Her plan had officially begun. 

Buriki was supposed to be chaos, and by the sound of it, he was doing a perfect job at it. Ozima had two tasks. One, to support Buriki and watch his back. Two, to put as many people to sleep as possible. Y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to burn this warehouse with everyone inside down to the ground just yet, she wanted as few casualties as possible. 

Tomura was her help, she needed him to assist her in finding whoever is in charge. Her hope was that Ozima would put most of them to sleep faster than Tomura could decay.

“We have to work fast before anyone notices us up here.” Tomura turned away from her and began to walk down the catwalk. Y/n hurried after him and grabbed his sleeve. 

Tomura stopped and turned to her. Y/n’s heart thundered in her ears so loud she couldn’t hear the siren. The fact that she hesitated to tell him what was on her mind felt silly. They have been together for a few years, but still, there were things the two haven’t said to each other. The corners of her lips twitched into a small, anxious smile. Her face heated up and she stuttered through her words. “Tomura… I- uh… I know this is probably the worst time for this, but I love you, you know.”

Under her fingertips, she felt his body relax. The two stood facing each other with nothing but the alarm sounding between them. Surprise and a small hint of awkwardness painted his face. Y/n knew she had put him on the spot and he didn’t know what to do. Her smile remained, and she let go of his arm. A light-hearted tone and a slight chuckle coated her words. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it back. I know you do too.”

His expression relaxed and he gave off a sense of relief. Y/n walked forward, stopping by his side. “Come on, we have a job to finish.”

Y/n’s one and only request of Buriki was to go out and cause chaos. He did not disappoint. She didn’t think he could cause such a panic in just a few short moments. Down below, she saw villains running and taking cover. The projectiles ravaged the crates in their paths, chipping away at the heavy wood with each beaded pellet.

Tomura had ran off ahead of y/n; while she stayed up above, in the safety of the darkness. She saw glimpses of him, leaving a trail of ash and death in his wake. Y/n had told him and Buriki that she didn’t want all of them dead. She supposed there was nothing she could do about it.

The entire warehouse of villains weren’t her concern. She, instead, had her sights on one person. Her fingers wrapped around the railing as she scanned the floor down below. 

Are you down there? She wondered to herself as her eyes darted from face-to-face. A frantic scream caught her attention. She caught sight of a villain trapped in a corner. Tomura loomed over her like a lion stalking it’s prey. She motioned with her arm and Tomura grabbed onto her neck. Her skin flaked from under his fingertips until her severed head fell onto the concrete at his feet.

Tomura’s hunched figure straightened up. He turned to face y/n. His arm stretched out and he pointed off to the side, wordlessly giving her a hint of where to go. She hesitated for a moment before hurrying down the catwalk to the other side of the warehouse.

Flashes of light flew by as she passed by the fluorescent white lights mounted along the ceiling while she hurried from one end to the other. Her footsteps echoed out with each step. Below her, she knew she had been spotted. Several voices alerted to her presence among the hodgepodge of screams and yells.

The catwalk shook from under her feet. Her knuckles whitened as she slowed down to a steady walk and gripped onto the railing. From under her, she heard a metallic pop. The catwalk trembled. At that moment, she knew her platform was coming down. 

Her knees buckled, she felt her entire body tremble with adrenaline. Y/n’s gaze darted, looking for an out. It was a ten-meter fall from where she stood to the cement floor below her, riding the line of being a survivable jump.

Not too far away, a stack of crates caught her eye like a beacon of light. She knew that was the out she was looking for, if she could clear the jump. Pure determination motivated her to raise to her feet. Y/n filled her lungs with the musty warehouse air as she took her first step onto the railing.

You’ve been through hell and survived, you got this. Y/n fought the urge to close her eyes as she took her leap.

The wind was knocked out of her as the left side of her body slammed against the top of the crate. An immense pain rippled out from her rib cage. She forced herself to sit up and climb down the stack of crates. As her feet touched the ground, her fingers grazed her side and she felt a throbbing pain. She hyper-focused on the direction she had seen Tomura point. Gotta keep moving.

Y/n wore a pair of holsters strapped to her thigh and hips. She grabbed onto one of the blades’ handles with one hand. Each time her left foot hit the ground, a shot of pain surged through her body. 

She felt as if her senses were heightened, she used the stacks of crates as cover while she retrieved a smoke bomb. Y/n took in a deep breath of semi-fresh air before piercing the bomb with her knife. Black smoke erupted from the ball in her hand as she yanked the blade out. A flash of memories came to her. Back when Himiko taught her to use her surroundings to evade fights.

Fighting was the last thing on her list. The villains in the warehouse could slow her down too much and their boss slip away.

Shielded in the comfort of her smoke, the skills she had thought we’re long gone from her time in Ogura city came back to her like it was second nature. Keep calm, and keep walking. Ahead of her, she saw an unfamiliar figure, loitering in the confusion.

Her hold on the knife loosened, quickly slipping it back into its holder. In it’s place, she retrieved a new item she had bought for her arsenal. The covered her mouth and nose with her hand as she pressed down the button and sprayed the contents inside the can.

The figure fell to their knees as the effects of the chloroform spray kicked in. Y/n placed a hand on their back and knelt down beside them. She saw anger in their eyes and they fought against their body to swing at her. “Are you okay? You recognize me right?”

His gaze hazed over and he hesitated. “Do I?”

“Wow, that hit on the back of your head git you good. We were carrying crates out to the harbor together,” y/n replied.

He rubbed the back of his head, his fingers ran through his blonde hair. He spoke in a confused haze. “Yeah, yeah, I remember now. Sorry, my heads killing me.”

Y/n reassured him it was alright before changing the subject. “Where’s the boss? We have an escape route for him.”

He pointed to a pair of heavy iron doors in the back. Y/n turned to him. “Watch the door, make sure no one comes in. I’m gonna go grab him.”

The man nodded. He struggled to his feet. Y/n hurried to the door, stopping as soon as her hands touched the cold metal. 

She pushed onto the doors, and her arms trembled as she forced them apart. Her heart squeezed and knotted as they made eye contact, seeing the defining facial features she had seen on the mug shot Giran had shown her. Y/n spoke to herself, just under her breath. “I found you.”