Black sus

No matter how hard you tried to get over the fact that your agency gave someone your information over money, you couldn't accept it. You knew the agency wasn't financially stable, but even then, after going through paperwork after paperwork, your information had still been handed over to Blackout.

Speaking of the devil, after the incident in the dining hall, you tried your best to ignore him. Thankfully, he didn't mind and let you stay in a different room.

You had no idea what today had in store for you, nor did you look forward to it. Blackout had woken you up early today, muttering about how he had something of a surprise for the both of you.

You threw on a random pair of clothes you saw in the closet and made your way down to where the living room was. Walking into the room, you saw Blackout seated on the couch. His hair flew down his back and his vacant glaze made him look like a model.

Just as you were about to call out to him, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at you. "(Y/n), you're going to wear that?" he asked, questioning your fashion choices. Some nerve he had after dragging you here. You were a broke collage student; did he seriously expect you to wear lavish clothing?

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Yes... why? Also, you never told me your name, but you know mine. Isn't that a bit unfair?" you asked.

"Life's unfair, dear, but if you want to know, it's Silias Evergreen." He looked at you with an unreadable gaze.

"Okay," you trailed off awkwardly, "cool I guess."

He grabbed you by your hand and led you towards the room you stayed in. Confused, you let him drag you towards his destination. Heading into the room, he threw open the closet and pointed towards a pair of clothes that was hanging on the rack.

"Change." Too tired to argue with him, you changed after kicking him out off the room.

The mall. He wanted to go to the mall. What did the madman buy? Designer clothes for you. By then, you were really questioning his sanity and where he even got this much money from.

"I do have a job, you know."

"How did—"

"My ability, dear," he said shaking his head.

"What job?" you asked curiously. There was no way being a villain could gain him this much money; even heroes didn't get payed this much.

"You'll see."