Mirror Me

Twelve

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I played (Streets) while I did my make up. All day I had been singing my songs over and just had taken out my braids for a natural look. I felt angry at Hitoshi. How could he just ignore me? Then when I waved at him after spending my money on him he didn't wave back. He could've at least said thank you.

The club's opening was at eight sharp. I had an hour to get there. I put the dress on and tried to cover the revealing parts. This type of dress was meant for a girl with flawless skin. It made me even more self conscious. I placed glitter on my collar bones and sprayed my favorite perfume.

I decided to wear heels this time even though I hated them. I knew I wasn't going to play my guitar tonight but I brought it anyway. I walked down the street and ruffled my H/Type hair with my fingers to fix it. My hoop earrings swayed with every step. I saw little girls and boys with their mothers stop to point at me.

Damn dress....

"Y/N!'' I looked next to the club's entrance. Cliffy was screaming at me waving her arms. I walked to her. She was just wearing a regular skin tight black dress and some heels.

"Hey girly!'' I smiled.

"Look at cha' the dress is giving!" She hugged me and I hugged her back. I felt like a middle schooler on a field trip. I grabbed her hand and walked in. The club was absolutely packed. I looked at the dim lit bar.

Oh....

I didn't know whether to freak out or to run out. Deku, the number one pro hero, was sitting at the bar with a beautiful girl. She looked like me. Brown skin, black, a nice smile and dress.

I waved at her and she waved back before getting pulled into his grasp. He was handsome.... Really handsome. She brought me backstage where I saw Jack and Aiko.

"Hey Y/N!'' he yelled over the loud music.

"Hey Carrots!'' I yelled back. His suit fit him perfectly. Hopefully some guy or girl would snatch his horny ass up. Aiko wore a back shoulder top and a black skirt. She had on some white and black combat boots making her look taller. I smiled at her and she waved at me. I could see stubble blush on her cheeks.

We couldn't drink or smoke before the show so I decided to just sit at the VIP area and scout out some drunk slob that would buy me drinks later. I could already see some eyeing my thighs and breast. It made me feel dirty but I ignored the feeling. It was nothing compared to when i'd slip up and tell them I was still a virgin. Pigs...

Jack made sure to protect all of us though by telling the men we had a four way relationship. They'd hype him up and ask how the positions worked but he would just make up some crazy shit that turned them off or away immediately.

After a few minutes of joking around and shoving treats from the food bar into our mouths we got called onto the stage. I was shitting bricks, shaking in my heels. There were just so many people. I did what I always do when I'm on the verge of an anxiety attack. Touch something soft.

I rubbed my hands on the silk of my dress and it immediately calmed me down. Akio started setting up everything. It was so weird how she was quiet and shy but could stand as the center of attention in front of hundreds of people....

Good thing there were only around A - hundred here..... Right?

I fixed my stance and held my head up. Not only was I going to be singing but dancing as well. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath in. It didn't feel like a club it felt like a fucking galla, looks and all...

* THE SONGS*
Not another love song-Jhené Aiko Touch me- Victoria Monét Here-Alessia Cara
The Worst- Jhené Aiko
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I listened as the background music to one of our songs started. I walked onto the stage and picked up the mic. Everyone went quiet, I swallowed and held up three fingers for my group to know when to start. I counted down.

One.....two.....three.....

I began to sing. Transitioning from each song perfectly. I scanned around the club...

Fucking Hitoshi....

All that anger from last night sparked. I really hadn't been dancing due to my lack of confidence but as soon as his eyes met mine I started our third song....

~Hitoshi~

My chest heated... I stared directly at Y/N. I knew she wanted me to... I wanted to.

Fuck that dress is dangerous.

Why is she showing off....

I looked around. Men everywhere. Could she not see what she was doing to them? How they were watching her. Like she was pray. She dipped down into a squat, her thighs and ass peeking out of her dress. I looked to the side of me. There was just a line of men panting like dogs over her. I felt that anger spike in me. The same anger I had been fighting off with Aizawa. I looked back to Y/N my nostrils flaring. I was pissed. At her, at them.

Use your quirk. Brainwash her... press her against the stage and fuck her. Make them watch....

No.... I could tell she was mad but why? I was mad..... But why? I continued to argue with myself. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Glitter spread across her collar bones, her hand trancing the sides of her body...

Touching what's ours.....

NO...

I looked to the back of the stage, A man with orange or even ginger hair played the drums. I was praying it wasn't her boyfriend yet I didn't know why.. The beat dropped again. She snaked her fingers across the collar bones I'd been eyeing all night. The way she swayed her hips was so erotic. Addicting to watch. I truly couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She slid her hand from her chest to the mic then to her knee. She stayed in the squat now grinding her hips on beat. My mind raced from all the dirty thoughts I was having. I wanted her, doing that on top of me. Grinding, whimpering, struggling...

My knuckles turned white from how hard I was clenching my glass. She licked her lips and looked away from me. She threw her head back now completely getting on her knees. I watched as she squeezed her breast, almost making every man here rush to her.

She's teasing.... She fucking teasing, and its working..... Y/N what are you doing to me.