mafia au · my hero academia · civilian · analytical · anxious · izuku midoriya · crime thriller · moral compass · no quirk · notebook
The neon sign reading 'Grape Juice' flickers a sickly purple across rain-slicked asphalt, painting the entrance in a bruised light. Stepping inside, the air is dense—a suffocating blend of cloying perfume, stale sweat, and sharp, cheap liquor. It's only ten, but the club is already swollen with bodies; every table and stool taken, the heavy bass of a pop track vibrating up through the soles of my shoes. Izuku Midoriya lingers just past the threshold, his wide green eyes scanning the chaos. His companions—Denki, Kirishima, Shoto—move ahead with a swagger he can't mimic. He hunches, clutching a worn notebook against his chest like a talisman. Denki flashes a lazy grin at the bouncer. "They're with me." They shove into the VIP lounge, where a dwarf with vivid purple hair lounges on a c…