Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

1 || Meeting

—Tuesday Night, 10:12pm—
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*bzzt* *bzzt* *bzzt* *bzzt*

Puppet's phone vibrated in her back pocket. When she took it out and looked to see who was calling, the name 'Kurogiri' showed on the screen. She tapped the green phone symbol on her phone and held the device up to her ear.

"Yeah?" she asked into the phone.

"Tomura Shigaraki wants you back at the hideout," Kurogiri's deep voice answered.

She rolled her eyes. "Does he have a reason?"

"We're expecting a new recruit and Tomura Shigaraki would like to have everyone back for a meeting."

"Dabi found someone? He didn't burn them to ash?" she questioned, sarcasm seeping from her tone.

"Correct. If you would like, I could warp you back," he offered.

"I'm close enough to the hideout, I can get there pretty fast," she dismissed. "When does he want everyone back by?"

"He did not mention a specific time, so I would suggest you get back promptly."

"Alright then, I'll be back shortly." She ended the call and slid her phone back into her pocket with a light sigh.

"It's too bad, I was quite enjoying my time up here," she whispered to herself, her hair slightly blowing in the cool night breeze.

She was currently standing on the top of a tall apartment building that overlooked a good portion of the city. Since it was around ten at night, the city lights were on, creating a nice view for anyone who was willing to see it.

She pulled the hood of her sweater over head and treaded over to the edge of the building. She looked over the edge and down into an alley below. The drop was far enough to think twice about just jumping. She looked around and spotted a fire escape on the side of the building.

She went over to it and made her way down, her boots making muted clanks against the metal.

When she reached the ground, she found the alley to be dark, quiet, and barren aside from a few full bags of trash, along with several cigarette butts. Disgusting, was the first word that came to mind, but it was normal for backstreet alleyways.

Stepping out of the alley, she briefly pulled out her phone to check the time before making her way to the League of Villains' hideout.

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She kept to the alleyways as she moved. Drawing attention to herself would only be a bother. Several heroes patrolled around these streets at night on the regular, and that meant it was dangerous to be out for too long. And so, she moved swiftly and silently through the darkness.

She eventually came to a grey cement building with a worn fire-exit-looking door. She pushed open the door and stepped into the most recently-inhabited hideout belonging to the League of Villains.

The first thing she saw after stepping inside was group's leader, Tomura Shigaraki, sitting on a stool at the counter of the bar. He had his back to her, so she couldn't see if he had his trademark hand covering his face. There was a shallow glass of what looked like brandy in front of him. Kurogiri was where he normally was - behind the counter of the bar cleaning a glass that was in his misty hand with a towel. It always seemed like there was a glass to be cleaned with him around.