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THE NEWEST ADDITION TO S-CLASS:
THE ANGEL OF DEATH WITH A 300% MORTALITY RATE!
A SHARP MIND WITH AN EVEN SHARPER BLADE!
Wasn't this some kind of HR violation? How on earth were you supposed to get patients now?
All you wanted was to live a quiet, uneventful life within the comfort of sterile steel walls, blankets of loose leaf research papers and glass-encased rows of 1:10 scale figures of Earth's most popular celebrity superhero and current object of your affections: Amai Mask. What you hadn't wanted was that very aforementioned hero tumultuously turning your life upside down by throwing you to the Hero Association on account of your 'overwhelmingly beautiful potential'-whatever that meant. (You think he just wants to keep you close and quiet. The secret you two shared was fatal, after all.)
You supposed you only had yourself to blame. It had long been said that you should never meet your heroes, and unfortunately for you, this supercontinent was filled with them.
【 various! OPM x female reader 】