Assassin Time

A puff of smoke fled out Esperanza's red lips, cigar trapped between her two fingers as she sat against the table for two. Across from her sat a young man with black hair, obviously dyed by the looks of his eyebrows and the way the paint stained his skin around them. He had a pair of black sunglasses and a black cotton mask over his face. He seemed bored, rolling his drink around in his hand absentmindedly, seemingly eyeballing the cigar in the woman's hand.

She shot him a glare when she noticed his sunken eyes behind the glasses following the movement of her cigar and she quickly got up to dispose of it, internally scolding herself for tempting her charge in such a way. He scoffed when she returned, sitting back down.

"Will you quit shielding me like that?" he huffed.

The raven gave him a side glance, reaching for her wine and pulling the drink up to her lips. "Of course not. You know you can't smoke, you're under doctor's orders, Otoya."

He scoffed again, leaning back and rolling his eyes dramatically with his head. "Yeah, 'doctor's orders,'" the man mocked before leaning forward against the table, his head resting on the knuckles of his gloved hand. "That name's still ridiculous, by the way. When's this guy gonna show up, anyway? It's been half an hour since his school let out already. Was your intel all a bluff?"

Esperanza hummed, tapping her fingers on the table in an attempt to call up her patience. "This is your first mark," she began in a low mutter. "You're not going to nail it if you're looking around with so much suspicion. Do you remember Akoni's acting lessons or did you forget already? Quit bouncing your leg." She gave a gentle kick to his leg under the table.

Otoya clicked his tongue in irritation and rolled his eyes again, looking away. He pulled his mask down somewhat to take a sip from his drink before pulling it up again, hiding his face. With the still of his legs, the drumming of his fingers began.

The waiting game began.

The plan was simple. The octopus quirked guy, the one they were hired to either abduct or kill, was said to frequent this bar on a certain day. Today being that day. The intel said they couldn't miss him. He was the most flamboyant looker in the bar. 

Otoya's job today, unfortunately, wasn't to kill him himself---that was Esperanza's job. Her quirk was almost perfect for assassination and he was told to sit still and watch. Otoya's quirk was… a work in progress. He had firepower, but he was working on making it less---noticeable. Akoni, his other mentor, was in the middle of helping him create a new move with his quirk---a quick shot. 

And just as the thought finished in Otoya's head, the devil himself opened the doors of the bar. Otoya tried not to look, but the curiosity was killing him, ever since he learned about the target. A super-human beast, beyond that of quirks, something not even government projectiles could touch? And an escaped experiment, supposedly…. The description of the man's "quirks" was most interesting, almost identical to what was described by the surviving kids of the Quirkless Epidemic last year, huh? Or two years ago… time seemed to blur nowadays. 

Anyways… the target, what's his name? Korosensei? He wasn't that impressive.

He came in with a leather jacket and pants that didn't compliment his body type at all, fake tattoos covering his bald face and dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. He looked like he was being a try-hard motorbike gang member.

Esperanza tapped the table twice, grabbing Otoya's attention back to her as if to pretend to continue a conversation. Her hands were neatly tangled together underneath her chin, legs crossed and body otherwise suggesting she was very interested in their "discussion."

"Keep your eyes on the prize, Otoya," she muttered, red lips quirked up. "Don't make it too obvious. Wait for him to get cozy."

Otoya nodded, turning his body around completely to face the Spanish woman. Behind her glasses, he could see her eyes tracing their target. 

He wondered how this would go---the man was said to be unkillable. Elusive to so many assassins, it was unbelievable. He could supposedly escape anything, even through a crack in the wall. Every assassin would take the job with such moxie, such confidence, only to return---different? That's how the stories went, anyway. Not too much to go off of, in his opinion. 

Ten minutes had passed before Esperanza finally stood up, striding toward the octopus with a sway in her step, her hand on the side of her hip. She was making a show of herself, making sure every tenant of the building noticed her curves and the swagger in the way she walked. A woman with no fear. Otoya rolled his eyes again, lowering his mask to take another sip of his drink and watch. Juuust like he was told. Still thought it was stupid. Otoya. What a stupid codename. 

Esperanza slid close to the man, her hands already making themselves comfortable on his back and thighs. She was probably giving the whole 'what's a strong man like you doing all by your lonesome?' line. Otoya would have just melted him then and there, if it were him… But then again, if it were him, he wouldn't have waited so long. This was only training, just remember. He lowered his mask once more, just below his nose to blow out steam. 

He held a lot of faith in Esperanza too. He hoped this would be a clean kill, but with everything he knew about their target? Who knew if he had super hearing too. That would suck, big time. He remained silent, watching as Esperanza wooed the man with her smooth talk full of praise & flowers. She tried that once on him during training… it wasn't fun because it all flew over his head the first few times. 

They stood up then, and she clung to his arm like a scar to skin. Ah, they were walking to one of the back rooms… that's right, she had a reservation, huh….

Well, shoot, huh. Nothing else to do for now, just wait, huh? 

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Twenty. Otoya didn't want to risk getting drunk so he sat around fiddling with his phone while keeping his eye out for Esperanza & the mark---Korosensei. 

Finally, she emerged and Otoya perked up behind his glasses. Oh. Oh, geez. She looked disheveled. Panicked? No, she actually… looked dazed and relaxed… What the hell… 

"C'mon Tou," she muttered, almost sounding slurred. She stumbled over to their table and plucked her purse from the back of his seat before staggering out the bar entrance.

Otoya blinked bewildered before stumbling out of his seat after her. "What- wait, wait, what hap---"

"That stupid... Squid… massaged me to oblivion ..."

"... wh… what."