warning:18+ only,mdni,not smut, heavy angst, prostitution, mention of drugs, mention of murder, mention of violence, cigarette use, cheating, mention of breaking in, depictions of corrupt society, bnha war-arc ending spoilers, suggestive, aged up characters
w/c:2.4k
summary: you heard the rumors that heroes loved to pick up “playthings” like you, but you did not expect to the Number One Hero pulling up for you.
a/n: here it is! i had a lot of different media that influenced this! hope you all enjoy!
The streetlamps hung low, dim lights illuminating the trash-filled streets. Mice scurried around on the concrete floor with the pungent smell of sulfur wafting in the area. Clouds covered the star-filled sky, leaving only the moon to dwell and look down upon the earth.
Many people didn’t like talking about the slums of Mustafa. The crime was incredibly high, yet no heroes dared to enter and combat it. It was common to see people strung high, empty needles littering the grounds. It was also common to see bodies of victims, some of them burnt to a crisp thanks to the League of Villains and yakuza organizations.
The League and Yakuza were extremely influential here—thriving on the vulnerability of the community around you. Many people had dealings with them as it was one of the only places that offered fast and good money. Both the League and the yakuza high ranks were cowards, seeing the citizens of the areas as mere pawns for whatever they were planning. Sadly, many of those people would be pushed out to fight bigger heroes only to disappear in cells.
Your back was pressed against the night lamp, exhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette in your hand. The ambers from the buds glowed before softening as you pushed the cigarette away from your lips, blowing the smoke out. The nicotine renewed your body with little energy, something you needed if you were going to work tonight.
