I had never been a fan of leather. Memories of heated summers; peeling myself from the sticky leather sofa my parents had in their living room, or the countless times my cousin's would whip me with their belts for fun. Leather had definitely not been something I was fond of...until I saw it hugging the curves of (Y/N)'s body.

(feel free to imagine something else)

"FUCKING STEP ON ME, YOU QUEEN!" Mina screeched; lunging at the stunning girl who had emerged from the second floor.
"D..d..dominatrix..." Kaminari whispered under his breath, and I just couldn't tear my eyes away. Jirou, who had insisted upon accompanying us, smacked him upside the head before turning her attention back to (Y/N).
"You look like a wet dream...but this is a mission?" She questioned with a tilt of her head.
"Yup! I'm the bait!" (Y/N) flashed a casual peace sign, and winked; directly at me. "I'm also the secret weapon!"
"Bitch tits here'll set everything up for us...All we really need to do is round them up and make the arrests..." Bakugou explained as he adjusted his gauntlets. "Fill the fuckwits in, will ya? I hate to admit it, but you know more about this shit than I do..."
"Well!" The (H/C) girl motioned for us all to move in closer, and I decided upon settling by her side. I couldn't deny I was worried about the situation. "There's this colossal dick-biscuit known as Giran...I guess he kind of goes around gathering up villains...finding them work, and shit...He supplies Shigaraki with cannon fodder, so to speak. The fucker has some kind of base thing set up in downtown Hosu...Renting rooms to degenerates...and I know exactly where it is, and who lives there. Nine men, at the moment, including Giran himself...so it should be a piece of cake to take them all down!" Her voice was brimming with excitement, and it worried me. A lot.

"Wait...so you're going in alone?!" Kirishima gasped; putting two and two together. "Dressed like...that?!" She nodded happily; doing a small spin to show off her 'assets'.
"How do you think I got the information in the first place? They trust me, and I can lead them to you like lambs to slaughter..." She slapped me in the back and started towards the door; Mina's arm hooked in hers. "C'mon! No dillydally!" We all began to follow her, but I dropped back to walk beside Bakugou.
"I don't like this plan, bro..." I murmured; lifting the visor of my helmet. "It's dangerous..." He closed his eyes for a moment; as though he were thinking carefully.
"The bitch knows what she's doing." Is all he said; crimson irises flashing to look at me from behind his charcoal mask. "Trust me, Soy Sauce."
"O..okay..."

I can't help it, though...

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"She's been in there for ages..." Jirou whispered; crouched down between Kirishima and Kaminari, who were starting to get restless. I hadn't torn my eyes away from the door since (Y/N) had entered; listening out for any sign of trouble.
"She knows what she's doing..." Bakugou repeated; he had said that every single time someone had voiced their concern, and the words were starting to lose their effect.
"Wait! Here they come!" Mina squeaked, and I swallowed as I saw her emerge; under the arm of a slimy looking man with greasy, grey hair. A cigarette jutted out from between his crooked teeth, and his hand was uncomfortably low on her back.

"Babe, you don't drop around enough..." We could hear his voice through the small receiver (Y/N) had fitted to herself. "You should just move in and work with me." The girl laughed; her lips curled into a stunning smile.
"But then I wouldn't have all you studs fawning over me before I leave..." She purred; gesturing to the group of men who had followed them outside. Nine in total, including the broker by her side; just as she had said.
"You should...*crackle*...then we could...*crackle*...every night...doesn't that sound like a...*crackle*...idea, hot stuff?" One of the men; bleached blond hair and muscular arms, snickered as he trailed a bony finger down her shoulder.

How isn't she flinching at that..?

I hated it. Not just because I was attracted to her, but because the whole scenario was sickening. I felt myself shift in my position; wanting to jump down from the rooftop and beat them all into the concrete.
"Wait for the fucking signal..." Bakugou growled; glaring at me sharply. I knew the police were on standby, but I wanted to end it. I had never felt so nervous about a mission before in my life.
"Hows abouts I walk you home, darlin'...?" Another guy with only two, sausage-like fingers on each hand approached her with an unsightly smirk. "We could go for...*crackle* two... " (Y/N) shook her head and stepped out from under Giran's arm; turning her back to us.
"Sorry, darlin'...but in a few minutes...you won't be able to walk anywhere..." Her fingers moved to create an 'OK', and Bakugou chuckled; a low, gritty sound that made me uneasy.
"Let's fuck them up..."

For once, I didn't hesitate, and leapt out right at Bakugou's heels. Giran and the other villains began to panic, but not a single one of them attempted to flee.
"Ground Zero, aye?" The crusty elder man scoffed; spitting onto the ground.
"GET DOWN, NOW!" Kirishima ordered; his skin hardening in case we had any resistance.
"Or what?!" The two-fingered creep spat; cracking his neck and taking a step closer to us. His comrades followed; all preparing to fight.
"He said get on the ground, Bunta." (Y/N) sighed loudly; rolling her eyes and proceeding to grab her crotch. Even I flinched when each one of the villains fell to their knees; screeching in agony.
"F..fucking bitch!"
"MERCY!"
"FUCK!"
"Critical hit by the new girl!" Kaminari sweatdropped; giving her a thumbs up. (Y/N) kept her hand firmly grasping between her legs and grinned. A grin that was nothing but fake.
"Hurry up and get them sorted, yeah? I'm beat..."

What happened in there..?

"Easy done..." I replied, aiming my elbows towards the closest villain; the one she had referred to as Bunta, and using my quirk to wrap him up tight.
"Ew, this guy really smells!" Mina complained as she used a roll of special confinement tape to immobilise yet another agonised villain. This one had some kind of disgusting growth right below his chin, and it was leaking.
"That's Giichi. His quirk is a little similar to yours, I guess..." (Y/N) called out. "That stank comes from the gland on his neck. Corrosive puss...It swells when he's nervous."
"What about Trunky over here?" Bakugou questioned; knocking over the man with the elephant-esque trunk that he had already tied up.
"Kanetsugu. Vocal class, like Present Mic. He can reach ninety decebels easily by tooting that honker of his..." She was sounding increasingly more agitated, and I wanted to hurry things up. Six down, three to go.
"SH..SHIT!" Jirou cried out, and that's when things began to get bad. The man with bleached hair had her by the lobes; a sadistic smirk etched across his sweating face.
"BABE!" Kaminari didn't hesitate in rushing forward to throw his sharpshooters, but Bakugou grabbed him by the collar.
"Are you that fucking dumb?! He's holding her! You'll fry her, too!" He snapped, and Kaminari looked absolutely helpless. Jirou was growing pale; almost green, as the villain tugged her closer.
"Back the fuck up, or I kill her!" He hissed, and we all took a step back, trying to find a way to rescue her.
"Mitsunobu. Quirk...Cell. This flashy fucker can turn white blood cells into viruses...diseases...but I thought I had sorted it out...My bad..." (Y/N) spoke up with frustration. "I was under the impression that a dose of antibiotic would temporarily disable his quirk...guess I got the dosage wrong..." Jirou gagged and coughed as Mitsunobu tightened his grip; glaring daggers at the woman who was just standing there, crushing her own crotch.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" He bellowed, and I tried to think of a plan. We needed to free Jirou before he could infect her with something fatal, if he hadn't already.
"I'm assuming you're limited to minor diseases? I guess that means I didn't completely fuck up..." (Y/N) flicked her hair out of her face, and her lips were set in a tired smirk. "GeeZee...restrain the others..."
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ORDERING ME AROU-"
"Do you want her to die, Katsuki?" The darkness of her tone sent chills down my spine, and I even saw Bakugou visibly tense before he did as she had instructed, along with Mina and Kirishima. Kaminari was frozen solid; terrified because he couldn't do anything to save her. I was in a similar state. "Cellophane. Give me tape. Now. Up there." (Y/N) spoke her orders camly; pointing to a pipe a few feet away from her, and I didn't hesitate, despite questioning her plan.

What are you thinking? How can my quirk help?

I watched as she released her crotch, and most of the villains sighed in relief. She motioned for me to break it off, and I did; staring in confusion as she walked briskly over to one of the steel pipes protruding from the outer wall. With the loose end in her hand, she fiddled around with it; ripping off some length before scaling the wall. One arm hooked around the pipe, she quickly fashioned a noose and slipped it over her head.
"Get ready to grab her, Chargebolt." She said flatly, before letting herself fall. It all happened so quickly. The villain began to choke; the skin of his neck growing visibly tight and twisted. Kaminari racing over and taking Jirou into his arms; carrying her out of harms way. (Y/N) dangling in the air by her throat; hands clutching at the tape blocking her airway. My tape.

Mitsinobu collapsed; lifeless and twitching, turning blue in the face, and that was when I finally managed to react. I had never moved so fast in my life as I sprinted towards her, and I barely even noticed Kirishima a stride or two behind me with his hardened hands at the ready.
"CATCH HER!" He barked; leaping up and slashing the tape. Just in time, I dove and caught her in my arms; my fingers moving ahead of my brain as I removed the noose from around her reddened neck.
"(L/N)! H..hey! Come on...talk to me!" I swept the wisps of (H/C) hair from her face, and her eyes opened slowly. Blinking a few times, she greeted me with a painfully exhausted smile.
"Not e..exactly what I'd call e..erotic asphyxiation, Scotch..." She chuckled in a rasping voice.

Are you...are you fucking serious..?

"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID, DUMB, IDIOTIC BITCH?! WHAT KIND OF STUNT WAS THAT?!" Bakugou began to rage; his quirk activating as small bursts in his palms. She sat up; an unusually cold hand on my shoulder for support, and looked towards Kaminari, who was cradling Jirou.
"She's alive, isn't she? The diseased fuck is, too..." She turned her attention to the villain, who was splayed out on the concrete. "...Probably..."
"She's...got a point...It was reckless...but...we won! It was kinda super manly..!" Kirishima announced; fist clenched over his heart.
"You might have won..." A sinister chuckle sounded from the group of criminals we had subdued. "...but did the girl..?" Something inside me seized when I felt that small, involuntary flinch. (Y/N)'s hand had scrunched the taut material of my costume, and she used my stability as assistance in standing.
"W..wait...you shouldn't move..." I went to reach out to her, but I couldn't force myself to pull her back. The energy surrounding her was black as night.

"Giran..." His name was spat with absolute poison, and when she delivered a swift, damaging kick to his jaw, I couldn't exactly blame her. Though, once I realised she wasn't going to stop, I did the only thing I could. Using my quirk, I bound her in tape and dragged her back over to me, as gently as possible.
"The cops will handle it...It's okay...He's done..." I said as soothingly as I could with a hand hovering over her arm. Her switch in demeanour was smooth and almost flawless, and she rubbed the back of her head as she attempted to grace me with a sweet, almost shy smile.
"My bad, Scotch! I guess I just thought he'd look better with less teeth!"

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The rest of the night went slowly. After handing the group of villains over to the police and making sure Jirou was safely in the hospital, we could finally retire for the evening. It turned out that Jirou had been infected with mild meningitis, though it wasn't viral, as it typically was. She would likely recover within the week. (Y/N), on the other hand, absolutely refused to be seen by paramedics.

"I'm fine! Totally and completely fine! I don't feel a thing when I use my quirk! Everything fucks with my target's body, not my own!" She insisted as we filed into the house. I inhaled as I saw the slight red indentation around her neck; knowing full well there was something she wasn't telling us.
"I hope Kyoka's okay!" Mina sighed; grabbing a soda from the refrigerator. "Kami looked so scared, poor thing..."
"How about our manly man Sero, here? Rushing to (L/N)'s rescue like that! Knight in shining armor, or what?!" Kirishima exclaimed; slinging a heavy arm over my shoulders. A burning heat started to creep up to my cheeks, and I squirmed under his weight.
"W..well...sh..she could have died..." I stammered; voice lost when I felt a soft hand run through my hair. On her toes, (Y/N) pecked a quick, stifling kiss to the side of my jaw.
"Thanks, Wonderwall." She chuckled before shuffling off towards the staircase. "Well, I'm more beat than Bakugou's meat...so I'm gonna hit the sack!"
"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY, YOU HUMAN PIN CUSHION?!" The blond flared up, but she didn't turn around. She just kept walking until she was out of sight; leaving me with three pairs of eyes staring in my direction.
"You want her in and around your mouth!" Mina exclaimed; throwing her arms up in the air and nearly losing what was left of her soda.
"I..I think it would be the other way around...and n..no..." I muttered; adjusting my helmet, which was under my arm.
"You like her though, right? She obviously likes you, too! I smell romance!" Kirishima ground his knuckles against my scalp and I grunted in complaint whilst Bakugou muttered his distaste; fleeing from the conversation whilst he still had the chance.
"I...guess I do? I mean...she's gorgeous...but...I don't know anything about her..." I admitted; casting my gaze to the ground. Mina plonked herself down on the couch and kicked her feet up.
"Oh, easy fix! (L/N) (F/N)...favourite colour is (F/C), she loves (F/F), last I checked..! Ooooh! I know! Buy her a (F/Animal) plushie!" I began to sweat; knowing full well that I'd be forced into a romantic scheme if I didn't escape like Bakugou had.
"I...don't think she's the plushie type..." I mumbled; wriggling out from under Kirishima's arm and heading towards the stairs.
"Wouldn't hurt to ask her on a date, man! Take her somewhere fun!" He called out; giving me two thumbs up.
"Totally! Give her a big boost of Sero-tonin!" Mina added, and even I had to pause and give her a deadpan look.
"Seriously?"
"Mina...fem-bro...that was just depressing..."
"Like hell it was! That was some god tier shit right there! Why do you guys always-"
I made my escape whilst they were distracted; hurrying up the stairs and making my way down the hall towards my room. Passing by (Y/N)'s room, I stopped dead. I could hear muffled sounds slipping out from under her door, and it sounded like...

Is she...crying..?

Concerned, I knocked twice; the sounds immediately ceasing, yet no answer. Frowning, I pulled out my phone and pulled up her contact. She had exchanged numbers with me the day before, and I couldn't help but smile lightly at her name of choice.

Cello-fan

It only took a few moments, but my phone soon pinged with a response.

Quirking a brow, I tapped the message and waited for it to load. Once it appeared on my screen, I had to fight the urge to groan loud enough for her to hear.

Her meme game is off...They're usually awful...but not that awful...

No...that was crying...I know the difference...

I ran my hand down my face; cringing at how corny I sounded. I was about to attempt a redeeming message when I heard a faint giggle sound from the other side of the door. It sent my chest aflutter.

......or maybe not......what even is that contact photo, anyway?

I never sent that final message. I didn't want to sound like a lovesick idiot, but that's what I was slowly becoming. Three days, and she had already made such an impression on me. How was I supposed to react to that? After one final glance at the door separating us, I moved on towards my own room; eyes glued on the last message she had sent.

(Y/N)...why won't you open up to me..? What are you hiding..? Why...do I want to be your somebody..?
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***I hope y'all don't mind that most of this is in Sero's POV? I think it suits the story better. Anyhow, I'm suffering major writers block at the moment so this is making me wanna smash my face into a brick wall. I promise I'll try to update Flawed and Irascible in the next few days, as well as Icarus. I just...had a little inspiration left for this xD***