(On Hiatus, sorry....)
***BOOK 2/PART 2 of Uncanny Roomates.***
You don't have to read the first book to understand the M/C of this story, but only Hawks backstory with the other characters.
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Y/N starts their day the same, relieving the day worker...
⚠️ TW: homophobic/sexist slurs/comments. The villain in this chapter will refer to the MC with female pronouns, misgendering them.
🏷️Credit to whoever the artist of this pic is, I believe it says "yuckie" but I don't know what social media. Found on Pinterest. This is how I imagine the Y/N of this story, but of course you guys have any interpretation you like! I just need a base to work with, but I always make my Y/N's look very different, or try.
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Same day, different shit.
Your hands were up as the man held you at gun point. His quirk was one to suppress others quirks, so he wasn't the strongest. Probably a hero course drop out, you thought to yourself as his buddy took all the money out of the register. The situation was nonchalant. You couldn't care less about the stupid cash, and didn't put up a single fight. Still, these pricks decided to be rude.
"Geez, you know you don't have to hold your hands up the whole time," the one with the gun said. "You're fucking quirkless, what are you going to do?" You shrugged, lowering your hands without a word. The thug rolled his eyes, and shot a glance over to his buddy at the end of it. The drawer was almost empty. As his friend was trying to grab the change, he slapped the back of his head. "Dude, cash only! Are you fucking stupid?"
"I'm doing my best!" His friend cried out. The two of them were your age, if not a couple years younger. "It's not like she's putting up a fight."
"True," the man with the gun said. His eyebrow quirked, and then he turned a gaze to the door. No heroes yet, so that meant they still had some time. "I bet no one's ever showed you a good time, huh doll?"
You wrinkled your nose. "Not really my thing, Doll." Your tone was dry as you used the nickname back at him. Your eyes did the up and down scan, then gave a cringe for dramatic effect. "Also, not really my type."
The man saw red at your comeback, and almost had half a mind to unload a clip in you. Instead, he hopped the counter like his partner had, and forced you back into the wall of cigarettes. "Fucking feisty, for a dyke-bitch." The gun was almost in your ear as he forced it against the side of your head. Your cheeks were red with anger from his insults, but it wasn't worse than anything you'd heard before.
Just another day, another dollar.
"Ven, come on." His friend tried to get him to cool off, but this guy was already angry. He felt like he had to make you scared of him. There wasn't any satisfaction if you weren't begging for him to spare your life. "We got the cash, give it a rest."
The man, now that he was only a couple feet from you, could see your more soft features. You wore a baggy shirt, hiding any shape you had, but tight jeans. You tried to look boyish, but this man was only focussed on what you were born with.
"She's kind of cute," He teased, brushing your bangs out of your face. You jerked back from his touch, surprised no one had come by yet to grab something. Just your shitty luck back at work. "Too bad you're hiding it with all this." The gun trailed down, and then forced a bit of your shirt up. You flinched, shoving him away instinctively. That only caused him to jam the gun into your side, anger flaring again. His eyes sparked, almost like his quirk tried to work, but then he remembered; you're quirk-less.
