" is that a fucking body ? "
a prompt i'm too lazy to find.
@xplosionbomb
PERSEPHONE DOESN'T TURN AROUND at first, but the familiar voice sends a sickening wave of dread through her body as she drops the corpse she was just holding by the hair. it lands with a wet thump in the puddle of blood still seeping from the gunshot wound in the back of his skull.
this was — not supposed to happen. this is why they normally ditch school to perform hit jobs. unfortunately, a direct order is a direct order, and her deadline was tonight, so saturday it is. she just... didn't think she'd actually run into someone she knows. hell of an unfortunate coincidence. ❝ fuck, ❞ she hisses in english under her breath, finally turns to face bakugou, wipes the blood off her cheek with the back of her hand ( and only really manages to smear it more across pallid skin. )
their face screws up into something between indignance and shame as they stare at him for a moment, translating in their head, trying to figure out what the fuck to say to their goddamn classmate. a hand hovers over the pistol they used to kill the guy a few minutes ago, sheathed at their thigh, still warm.
finally, she finds her bearings again. her voice drops low, dangerous — a warning. this is a completely different person than the gangly punk who picks fights with katsuki and eats lunch on the roof.
she should get rid of him. he could ruin everything ( and, knowing him, probably will without hesitation. she might be completely fucked. ) but there's no way in hell she could bring herself to pull the trigger if she tried. ❝ walk away. ❞