WARNING: ADULT SITUATIONS

Yuri's legs trembled as she made her way to her apartment. She didn't want to go back to the office, and she was in no shape to meet up with the heroes at U.A. There was no way she could have prepared herself for that. She'd been looking to barter with an old friend but hadn't found him.

Who was Tomura Shigaraki?

He looked like Tenko and had his memories, but when she looked into his eyes, there was no Tenko. All that stared back was malicious cunning and formulations. His face was cold and calculated, constantly sizing her up and down to see what he could deduce from her. They weren't old friends when he had that look. She was something to be used and consumed.

But even that was better than the third face she'd seen; a twisted insanity at the bottom of a black abyss, like some crazed psychopath. It was nearly uncontrollable, she could see.

A heat crept up her neck as she thought about what he'd said to her. Were they in some sort of spoken contract now? And sex was the payment? She wasn't even sure why she'd agreed.

The information was important, but was it that important?

She was ashamed of her answer.

It wasn't that important. She knew that. There were other ways to find out what she needed.

But she'd still agreed.

And then he'd mentioned oral sex. And removing clothes. She put her hand over her face to cover her embarrassment.

He'd smacked her bottom on the way out.

But she hadn't told him to stop. What do I get for that? She'd asked.

She wanted more.

She stumbled up the stairs to her apartment and went straight in, kicking her boots off in the entryway. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and it felt like every hair on her body was standing on end.

She felt electric. She tried to slow her panting breath. She couldn't believe she was having such a reaction, but the truth was she was terribly turned on. She yanked her duster off, letting it fall to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. She practically jumped out of her shorts and panties and raced to take a cold shower.

The freezing water did nothing to calm her, and instead her mind was still running back to Tomura Shigaraki. He was a villain, for goodness' sake! She knew she shouldn't be thinking of him in any way other than negative. He was dangerous and rough and would stop at nothing. She was playing with a loaded gun by going back to him. He could just as easily lock her up in the bar, keeping her from telling anyone where he was staying. And those hands… He could destroy her with one wrong move, but he was also delicate. Years of carefully touching things not to disintegrate them had given him a graceful movement. She could imagine those hands on her body, on her bare skin, running down her sides and caressing lower and lower.

She grabbed her loofah and scrubbed her back nearly raw. The water wasn't cold enough.

She wrapped a towel around herself as she stepped out of the shower, using a second one to scrub her hair dry.

She picked up her phone and saw a missed call from Natsuko. The phone began to ring on the other end as she hit redial.

"Hello?" came the voice that answered.

"Hey," Yuri said. "I saw your missed call. Everything ok?"

"Yea, everything's fine over here. No one was seriously injured except No. 13, but they expect her to make a full recovery."

"Good, good," Yuri said absentmindedly.

"It's for sure the work of the League, though. All Might said Tomura Shigaraki was here. He nearly killed someone, but one of the students stopped him just in time."

She closed her eyes and swallowed.

"Are you OK?" Natsuko asked. "Did everything go OK?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," Yuri said. "I didn't see anything or find anything out. It's like they just…poofed…"

"Well, they have a warpgate, so Shigaraki got out of there pretty quick, but not before Snipe got at least two hits on him."

Her mind went back to the bandages on his arm and the blood running down. She'd grabbed his arm and he'd recoiled in pain. Was he Tenko then?

Tomura had quickly forgotten about his wounds.

"I do think I may have a lead on an informant about these missing kids," Yuri said as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

"Anyone you can tell me about?"

"No," she said. "It's still shaky at best. I don't know if I'll get any useful information. They seem to be a bit of a loose cannon."

"I trust you," Natsuko said. "If anyone can make it work, it's you."

They chatted a few minutes more before saying goodbye and hanging up. She laid back on the bed, letting her cell phone bounce off the mattress and fall to the ground. Maybe she could keep Tomura Shigaraki distracted enough that the league of villains would settle into a lull. She put a hand over her face. Did she really think she could provide more entertainment than violence and destruction? Her face was going red just thinking about it. There were ways to keep him occupied… She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn't stay on him all the time.

She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. Even the innocent thoughts running through her head seemed to have inappropriate connotations.

But as much as it made her uncomfortable, she also couldn't help but want to get closer. Like playing with fire, she wanted to see how close she could get before she finally got burned.

He was fiddling with a poker chip on the bar, watching it spin while he sulked. He knew he should be embarrassed and outraged at Tomura's treatment of Yuri, but he also found himself jealous. Tomura had managed to flirt more with Yuri in 15 minutes than he had in his entire life. He could still feel her ass in his hand, round and soft, yet firm. It had made a satisfying slap! when he'd given it a smack.

And she really hadn't protested that much. He wasn't sure what that meant. She'd slapped him a few times, but he couldn't say he minded that much. He could tell she wasn't trying to hurt him. Hell, it had barely even been a warning. It was just enough for her to feign indignity at how he was speaking to her, and what he was suggesting. He felt himself smirk.

Feign. Indignity. She hadn't run out screaming afterwards either. In fact, he'd had to essentially grab her and push her out the door. What would have happened if he hadn't forced her out? Would she have stayed while they started working on the conditions in tier one?

He shuddered involuntarily and had to readjust the front of his black jeans. He really needed to get himself together. A sound on the stairs pulled his attention back to the present.

Kurogiri entered the room and walked behind the bar. He began to polish the glasses with a dust cloth. "Anything on your mind, Shigaraki?"

"Nothing really," he said and grabbed the remote to the television. He switched on the U.A. Sports Festival. He'd been following it closely, both as a sport and as a way to keep an eye on potential hiccups in his future plans. It was the closing ceremonies, where they announced the winners.

"Did I hear another voice down here earlier?"

"That hero, Synergis. She came back for something."

"Hmmmm," Kurogiri said. The orange slits that were his eyes seemed to narrow. "Are you sure you should be condoning this? She's been here multiple times now. Perhaps we should relocate our headquarters."

"She's harmless enough," he said as he waved his hand. "She was actually looking for information about the missing kids."

"So, she was planning to arrest you?"

"No, she knew the League wasn't involved."

"Then she thought you would be her insider informant."

Tomura shrugged. "We may be able to come to some sort of deal. Do you know anything about those kids?"

"No," Kurogiri shook his head.

"I would really like to be able to tell her something the next time she comes, no matter how small it is. Maybe she can be made into a turncoat; our insider informant. We just have to bait her a little bit, keep her interested."

"I will see what I can find out."

Tomura looked back to see the winners of the Sports Festival standing on the stage for photographs. The runner up was the son of Endeavor, the number two hero. No surprise there. But the number one student was a newcomer, Katsuki Bakugo. He seemed to be in quite a rage at that moment. He was chained on the stage, as if he would go into a frenzy otherwise. He also had a gag in his mouth, but he was still trying his best to scream and shout through the barrier.

Tenko tapped a finger against his lip, thinking how much the student looked like a villain in that instance. His mind soon drifted, and he was wondering if Yuri were there, watching from the stadium somewhere. Or maybe she was watching from her apartment, or a bar somewhere with friends. She could have been on patrol during that time.

He shook his head, trying to clear her out of his mind. If things worked out, she'd be close again soon enough.

The night sky was twinkling above her as she stood outside the bar, wondering what the correct protocol was. Should she knock or just let herself in? It was a place of business, but she was willing to play nice with the big, bad villains and try to be respectful of their space. It had been four days since she'd seen Tomura Shigaraki, and they'd struck a deal. They hadn't had any contact since, but it was Saturday now, and a good excuse to go by and see if he'd dug up any information for her.

That, and she felt like she may go insane if she didn't see him again. She hadn't been able to sleep since their last exchange. She would wake up in a cold sweat, but still feeling hot and bothered, like she'd been squirming for hours with no relief. She would always wake up at the worst time; just as he would loom over her, his body so close she could feel the warmth from his skin.

On the plus side, it did save a lot of money and energy with all the cold showers she was taking.

She turned the doorknob and let herself in. The bar looked the same as it always did, only this time it wasn't Tenko behind the bar, but instead it was the dark-haired guy she'd encountered her first time there. The burned areas of his skin stood out in stark contrast to his paler skin. His bright blue eyes fell on her and she saw a twinkle of something. Mischievousness? Cunning? Evil?

"Well, look who it is," he said as he stood from the stool he'd been perched on. He was wearing black pants held up with a black belt with double grommets running the entire length. His black jacket fell just to his hips over his white t shirt. The piercings on his ears glinted in the light, as well as all the metal fasteners that seemed to be holding the burnt areas of his skin together. He walked around her, taking in her outfit. "What are you doing here all dressed up?"

Maybe she had overdressed. She was nearly sick to admit it. A small part of her – a dark, twisted part – had been looking forwardto going there and hopefully receiving some information. And happily giving whatever the payment may be.

She'd dressed the part, she'd hoped. She wasn't sure how to dress for a villain, but based on the reaction she was getting already, she'd guessed right. It wasn't anything too sexy. Only a slinky, silk, midnight blue spaghetti strap dress. It hit about mid-calf. It wasn't anything overly clingy, instead gliding gently across her curves. She'd slipped into some strappy black heels to complete the look. And if anyone were to remove her dress tonight, they would find a pair of mesh, black panties underneath.

He reached out and touched one of her loose curls and she recoiled away from him.

"Dabi, was it?" she said, her voice with an edge to it. "I don't think we were properly introduced."

"You've got a lot of balls to come here, dressed like that," his finger trailed to one of her spaghetti straps, watching it roll to the side with his finger. She caught it before he let it fall off her shoulder. "Is Shigaraki expecting you?"

"I'm not sure," she responded, not knowing what the right answer was. He'd said to come back in a week, but they hadn't had any further conversation to say whether it was a good time or not. "Is he in?"

"He is." Dabi circled around to her back before lowering his nose to her neck and inhaling slowly. She heard the click of the lock on the door she'd come through. "Why don't you have a seat, sweetheart, and I'll go grab him."

She didn't turn, but she heard his boots as he walked away from her and through another doorway, turning to go up what she had assumed were stairs.

She turned to the bar and walked over to it, eyeing some of the bottles. She wished she'd had a drink or two or three before leaving her apartment. It had seemed like a good idea to go there dressed like that, but now she felt exposed and a little desperate. Was it right for her to dress that way? Her constant state of hormones was driving her crazy. He couldn't possibly have had any information for her that would warrant such a dress. He would see right through her, to the fact that she'd been thinking about their last encounter the entire time they'd been apart. The danger, and mystery, how forbidden any relationship would be. Even just her being there was enough to get her in serious trouble.

But not only all that, she also wanted to see him again. Her old friend. The one that she used to play in the sandbox with. The one she used to ride to school with. The one that used to come over and help anytime her bicycle had something wrong with it. The one that would come see her nearly every day she worked at the ice cream stand.

The same one she used to stare at when he would take his shirt off after a run, sweat running down his belly button and into his shorts.

She felt her cheeks burn hot, embarrassed at how her hormones were running away from her. This was supposed to be a negotiation, but she was beginning to feel that she was giving him the upper hand. She had no idea how much information he may have – if any at all. So, why then, had she decided to go there, dressed in a way to excite him, when he may not know anything. She wasn't leaving anything for him to chase. She may as well have laid herself down on a platter for him.

She heard footfalls coming down the stairs and her heartrate increased. It felt like it may pound out of her chest. She was nearly ready to sprint for the door when he appeared in the doorway. The hand was on his face. He was wearing black jeans, a black t shirt, and a black jacket with the hood pulled over his head. His usual red sneakers stuck out from his jeans. He gave her a look up and down.

"I didn't realize this was a formal event," he said.

She blushed. She must have looked ridiculous to him. "I have a date after this. I just thought I would swing by to see if you found anything out while I was in the area."

Liar, she thought. There was no way he would believe that.

His eyes narrowed at her as he walked behind the bar. He removed the hand carefully, setting it on the surface. Without the hand blocking his face, she could see he looked tired.

Tenko.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Please," she said.

"Anything in particular?"

"Just whatever wine you have open."

She watched as he poured a white wine into a glass and set it in front of her.

"Nothing for you?" She took a sip from her glass.

"I don't want to delay your date."

"It won't be a problem." Another, larger drink.

He looked at her again then, studying her as if he were trying to make a difficult decision. He finally pulled out a smaller glass and poured a finger width of a brown liquid inside.

"Are you going to come have a seat?" she asked him as she stared at him over the top of her glass.

"No, I don't think so."

She felt rebuffed at that. Maybe he didn't like her dress. Maybe he thought she looked desperate, and that was a turn off for him. They had been arguing the last time. Maybe that was what he liked.

"Have you managed to find out any information?"

"This really isn't the best time," he said, his voice sounding strained.

"Oh. OK," she responded, confused. Of course, he would be busy. She couldn't just go barging in on him and expecting an audience. "I didn't mean to intrude. We can reschedule for some other time. You must be very busy. When would be good for you?"

"I know where your apartment is. I'll come to you."

She nodded at him before finishing her drink. He hadn't poured much. She stood from the stool.

"Alright then, I will be looking for you, then," she said and turned to walk toward the door. Faster than she thought possible, he was beside her, his fingers on her wrist.

"Why did you come here dressed like this?"

"I-I already told you, I have a date." She stammered, unnerved by how close he was. Her response sounded fake, even to her own ears. He would have to be a moron to believe her.

His lips were pressed hard into a thin line. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He nodded once, as if he were responding to a question.

"What do you want to know?" His fingertips went to her collarbone, dusting at the shimmery powder she'd brushed on after her shower.

"Whatever you want to tell me." She stood still under his fingers, not wanting to scare him away.

"We haven't discussed a price yet."

She tried to swallow, her mouth suddenly dry despite the wine. "Whatever you think is appropriate."

A smirk tugged at his lips. "I decide?"

"I trust you to pick a payment that is proportionate to the quality of the information."

"Trusting me was your first mistake."

She reached up then and touched his hair, sliding her hands under his hood and pushing it away from his head. Her hands were shaking as she pulled them back.

"I trust you wouldn't jump straight to the main event after the first exchange."

"What would you consider to be the main event?" He was watching her carefully, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

It was official – her mouth was literally cotton. It seemed all the moisture had moved elsewhere.

"I'm sure we could figure something out," she finally managed to get out. She placed her hand in the center of his chest. His heart seemed to be beating as fast as hers despite his cold and detached exterior.

"Are you sure your date would approve of this?" His fingers had moved from her wrists to her upper arms. The distance between them was getting smaller and smaller.

"He doesn't have to know," she said. The charade was still going on. Maybe he believed she was meeting up with someone. Could he really think that? Should she tell him it was a lie? Then she'd have to admit to the embarrassing truth – she'd worn that dress for him. Was she the one trying to jump straight to the main event?

"You must take me as a man with a lot of restraint," he said, his fingers trailing up her arm again, teasing her collarbone and tracing the side of her neck. The pad of his index finger came to rest on her bottom lip. "You come here, dressed like this, tell me you're meeting another man afterward, but you don't mind an exchange for information. It's my decision on what the payment is, but I somehow still have to restrain myself from whatever you believe the main event is." His eyes were beginning to have more life behind them, but she could see them changing. Tenko was slowly fading, and she could see Tomura emerging.

Fingertips danced down her chin and between her collarbones, continuing down her sternum and between her breasts. He began to play with the silky seam on the thin bust of the dress.

"Maybe you take me as someone with a lot of restraint," she countered when she finally regained her breath. She was really having to concentrate on breathing and listening. The hormones were raging, making it difficult for her to function. If she were to let them control her, she would have him pushed back on the bar and straddled in no time.

Instead, she grabbed the hem of his t shirt and pulled it up, exposing his flat stomach. This was the closest she'd been to his bare skin, and the 14-year-old in her was ready to die from anticipation. She reached out and touched him, her fingers running along the contours of his flesh.

The sudden movement seemed to have confused him. When Yuri looked at his face, Tomura had retreated and Tenko was back. His head dipped to her neck and she felt his lips and teeth against her skin. She shivered as his mouth continued up, stopping to nip at her earlobe. Her hand found an anchor behind his neck, and she pulled him closer.

He suddenly pulled away from her, his hands going to her wrists. She was happy to see that he seemed just as worked up and out of breath as she was. The cool, calm demeanor was long forgotten.

"I can give you the address of where they are keeping some of the missing kids," he said.

She felt her eyebrows furrow as he looked down at her face. "Alright."

"I don't know how many kids there are, but it should at least give you something to get started on." He dropped her hands and stepped back from her, walking behind the bar and withdrawing a small post it note. He handed it to her, his pinky extended from the paper. An address was scrawled on it in what Yuri recognized as his handwriting, only all grown up.

"OK," she said, unsure of where to put the note. She didn't have a purse with her. "Thank you."

He looked at her expectantly.

"Is that it, then?" she asked.

"That's it. Wouldn't want you to be late for your date."

The word was soaked with venom. Was he…hurt? Could she have hurt a villain's feelings?

"It's really alright," she said, "I have plenty of time."

"No," he growled as he grabbed her wrist tightly. He pulled her toward the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob. "I'll come to you next time. When I'm ready. Don't come back here looking for me. If you do, I'll leave you to Dabi."

She nodded her head slowly, suddenly afraid of the shift in his mood. His eyes were flashing so quickly she wasn't sure who or what to expect. Tenko. Tomura. Monster. It was like spinning a wheel and not knowing where it might land.

Once again, he opened the door and pushed her out onto the sidewalk, slamming the door behind her.