bnha scenarios

kaminari denki | ☁

prompt: in a fancy party, putting y/n and denki in the same room is the same as putting Hades and Hera together.
category: fluff
character: number 1 simp
word count: 1243

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DENKI DIDN'T KNOW WHY he was so attracted to you. He was clueless as to why he wanted your soft lips against his and his hands to trail to places that God would deem unholy until marriage. It hurt to even picture you: your skin like silk over glass and your eyes holding mysteries that he just couldn't wait to unravel.

You were the ultimate femme fatale; your energy carrying the attitude of someone who had just walked out of a film noir and claimed the world as their own. However, you were also his mission target. As painfully unfair as the world was, this was the worst position Denki had ever been put in.

How was he supposed to kill the most beautiful woman he had ever seen? The woman who had rummaged in his mind and already taken a piece of his heart? He clicked his tongue in distaste, running his hand over the pistol that was smoothly tucked away in his pocket. The world was cruel and unfair.

And so was he.

The man was one to wield his own justice, sentencing people to death as he pleased. He never had the mercy to spare someone and grant them a blessing; he was a curse of impending doom, a wave of plague ready to sort out who he saw unfit, the monumental representation of death: the unmistakable Hades.

However, he didn't rule within the throne of the Underworld and cast aside the souls into the abyss. Despite his mercilessness, Kaminari Denki had a heart: deeply burrowed within the threads of himself, he had a gem of humanity that only shone through within the nightmares that his past victims lived in.

First and foremost, he was punctual and prioritized; he knew where his loyalties lied but he also knew where his values did, which was what made it so difficult to kill you now. Your eyes had always seen through him: cunning, clear, calculating, as if you could see through his very own sins and send him to Hell if you wished.

Clad in a black that poured over you in a devilish manner, Denki wanted nothing more than to ruin you. Sinful thoughts plagued his mind but he knew that if he met your eyes, you would read him in a heartbeat, but would you make his fantasy come to life? He swallowed harshly at the thought, avoiding your gaze as he descended the fancy steps.

The silk staircover ran over the marble staircase like water, caressing each of its crevices with a royal blue and expensive gold trim. "Excuse me," He could hear you faintly say. His muscles tensed and he quickened his steps, reaching the bottom of the staircase only to be met by you. He paused, staring at you intensely.

You and your beautifully designed eye mask, one that clouded you from the rest of the women at the masquerade ball. Now that he was closer, he could observe you more. Forget sinful thoughts, the fact that you were dressed like this was a sin in itself. The black hugged your curves perfectly and flowed down, bringing a black sea to your feet.

The parts where your skin peeked out were mere glints, similar to peering into a dark cave and seeing glittering gems. Your eyes, however, were the most entrancing. They drew him in, gazing infinitely as he slowly lost himself simply in your stare. "Why are you in a rush?" There was your voice, the simple tone ringing in his ears like music.

Denki swallowed, licking his lips, suddenly feeling how dry his throat had gone at the mere sight of you. That's why you were dangerous, making him forget his words and lose thinking simply at your appearance: you were his Kryptonite, his ultimate sin, the dark angel of his dreams; you were his Hera.

Although your smile was similar to an angel's, your eyes and actions told a different story and it was needless to say that you had quite the reputation yourself. You were known as the sly fox, one that made men fall to their knees at your presence, the one who wouldn't hesitate to kill someone who had crossed you; a woman of revenge and beauty.

It was a dangerous mix.

"I have somewhere to be."

"You're lying."

He didn't even get to breathe after his sentence before you refused to take his excuse as an answer. "Denki, sweetie," Your voice was alluring and the sudden change in tone was similar to pouring cold water over his head; a chilling shock filling his veins as your hand grew closer to the gun tucked away in his dress pants.

"I know you're trying to kill me, so just stop," There was a cunning look in your eyes and he looked down at you, his eyes hardening at the abrupt mention of his mission. He had completely forgotten about that, but it certainly did give him a harsh reminder about his priorities. He was a man of his word before he was Kaminari Denki.

He smiled sardonically at you, a reaction you clearly didn't see coming. You were used to submission, but he wasn't going to start giving you that. He was going to end your streak, right here, right now. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about, you succubus, but you can certainly entertain me on what you were saying by elaborating."

Your eyes sharpened into a glare and his grin grew at the sight. He was ticking you off. Good. "Don't degrade me with that term; I don't crave for sex." Despite your lack of morals when it came to violence and revenge, you had standards for yourself; and you simply weren't going to let some man insult them.

"You're right," He hummed, recollecting himself enough to reach a fingertip and glide it over your glossy lips. To anyone else, this was a seductive move in the making, but both of you knew better. To you two, it was a challenge, almost like a taunt, similar to declaring the other's death in front of God himself.

"You crave for submission," Denki remarked and your brows cocked. You were clearly irked, your muscles tensing as you glared up at him. "But unfortunately, sweetheart, I'm not a man of submission." He whispered in your ear, enticing you. Surely, he knew. Surely he knew that taunting you like this was like playing with Death himself.

He walked away after that, disappearing into the crowd as you balled your hands into fists. You let out an angry breath, quickly fixing the rings on your fingers before flowing into the crowd in the same way he did. Maybe he wouldn't get his mission today, but he would. Maybe one day he'd be able to kill you and stop your sinning heart once and for all.

However, as he peered at you from the balcony, your eyes meeting again, he found himself wondering about the opposite. Losing himself in your e/c gaze was almost a habit at this point as he thought back to your lips and how soft they were against his thumb. Maybe, just maybe, he'd fall into your sinful ways instead.

After all, you were the ultimate femme fatale.