"So, who are you?" asks a pregnant women. She's dangerous, his instincts whisper. She's a liar, they murmur, she's a traitor, they scream.
His name is Skull de Mort. His name is Skull de Mort. He has never gone by the name Aizawa Shota. He is half Russen, half French. He is not Japanese. He has purple hair and purple eyes, he does not have black eyes and hair. And perhaps most importantly, he is the world's greatest stuntman, he is not a hero.
The mantra repeats over and over again in his mind. It's something that he has to keep telling himself in order to stay in character. Something that he needs now more than ever in a room full of killers.
He can practically taste the gunpowder in the air, can feel the tension, can hear the blood pumping, and can see the stilled hands and suspicious glances.
It's nothing new, something that he has gone through almost a thousand times in his previous career. After all, being an underground hero meant that he spent a rather large amount of his time in deep infiltration.
His name is Skull de Mort. His name is Skull de Mort. He has never gone by the name Aizawa Shota. He is half Russen, half French. He is not Japanese. He has purple hair and purple eyes, he does not have black eyes and hair. And perhaps most importantly, he is the world's greatest stuntman, he is not a hero.
It takes him a moment to collect himself. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, not a deep one that could give away his nerves. After all, Skull de Mort is an idiot that wouldn't recognise danger if it punched him in the face.
His name is Skull de Mort. His name is Skull de Mort. He has never gone by the name Aizawa Shota. He is half Russen, half French. He is not Japanese. He has purple hair and purple eyes, he does not have black eyes and hair. And perhaps most importantly, he is the world's greatest stuntman, he is not a hero.
He suddenly opens his eyes and the mantra fades into the background. Still there, but not something that will distract him. He takes off his helmet (he thanks his past self for the forethought) and grins. He subtly directs his body to stand in a certain way that will make them subconsciously think him weak. He opens his mouth, taking less than a moment to decide what to say, and says in the most obnoxious voice he can muster.
"My name is the great Skull de Mort, I am the greatest stuntman in the world. You may call me Skull-sama"
