Izuku Midoriya was a villain. What are villains, exactly? Most people would say that villains, are people who do bad things, and are enemies of the heroes. That was what everyone believed in, including Izuku. But, when he found out that he was labelled as one, his view changed. He wasn't sure anymore. All his life, people's stereotypical thoughts had affected him, deeply. So, he went to the Internet. According to the web, villains are people who don't follow and obey the law. Very simple, right? Izuku could understand that, since he had broken many laws, if not a decent amount, and dondone all sorts of illegal shit. He joined All For One, or sensei, as he called him, and worked with Kurogiri and Tomura. So far, he had helped them make improvements and detailed plans on how to beat some famous heroes. (Who said his quirk analysis wasn't useful?) Weapons, training methods, all were modified occasionally whenever Izuku got new info on the heroes. And in return, the villain alliance had arranged for Izuku places to stay, food, and training. But most importantly, helped ensure that his mother, Inko Midoriya's safety was guaranteed. Izuku would certainly want his only relative to stay out of his career choice. Besides, while Izuku had not initially planned to be a villain, he was bound to turn into one sooner or later. The bullying, the torment...he would not want to crack in front of them. Yes, maybe it was for the best that he left. After all, his mother would've stressed over her poor, quirkless son's wellbeing non-stop, if he didn't leave. That was just one of the many reasons he left, but he wouldn't explain all of it to someone; it'd be overwhelming. So, I'll change the storyline instead. Currently, Izuku was buying materials to build personal stuff, as well as some medicine and antidotes for... testing. He was still waiting at the line in a local pharmacy shop when he noticed a pair of floating clothes entering the door. His first thought was: GHOOSSTTT!!, as he clenched his fists in fear before realizing at it was probably the person's quirk. (Izuku is scared of ghosts) As Izuku turned back to face the lady at the counter however, he heard a loud kick from behind. This time, Izuku's instincts told him to be wary of the source of the noise. Two men dressed like thugs attempted to walk coolly, only to fail and fall. Quiet groans of pain were heard as they hurried to stand up. The skinnier of the two wore a leather jacket and a tank top, and baggy jeans. The other one wore the same, except under his jacket was a grey shirt with plain designs. He also had a Love Mom tattoo on his upper shoulder. They both held handguns, and trembled slightly while weakly raising their voice. "Don't move! T-This is our tturf now! H-Hand over your cash!" Skinny shakily aimed the ground and fired. The customers all flinched, and dropped down to their knees, except for the invisible one. "Hold up! You can't just steal from someone! Earn money yourselves, you baddies!" The thugs turned to face the floating clothes. "W-What did you say, punk!" "Y-Yeah, what he said!" Despite the bold statement, Izuku could tell the person was both unsure, and scared. He could recognize the slight quiver in her voice. Her, because it was a higher pitch. Izuku also realized that the 'baddies' , were no more than small-time thugs, who got lucky during a bank robbery, which had little to no security. Izuku would know, since he recalled seeing these people from the League of Villains' database. But, while they weren't considered dangerous, the duo were recorded as possible pawns, for reasons. The skinnier man looked a bit nervous at the girl's action, though he didn't put down his gun. Izuku knew that these people knew how to use firearms; they weren't listed for no reason, after all. So this girl was very likely to die by one, if not two shots to the head (the unstable grip from the gunmen may need them to shoot twice). Their quirks were no joke as well. Izuku was actually surprised( though he didn't show it) that the girl wasn't afraid. Looking back now however, it was very realistic. From the men's stances and movements, you would assume they'd bail on the scene at any moment. But surprisingly, they didn't. Which is why the green-haired boy didn't hesitate to push the girl out of the way, as Love Mom shot what would've been her torso, or the ground. LM stared shockingly at the boy, who was still pinning down Invisible Girl, his hands preventing him from lying on her. Think of what you're doing right now. They could be possible recruits. Nah. They don't have the balls. Look at them, shaking while staring at our boy here. Would be so easy ta just kill' em all. The thugs, I mean. Not the customers. So, what should we do, child? "-Ey! Hey, I'm speaking to you, kid!" Izuku snapped out of his inner conversation, and looked up to see a gun constantly trembling, and that it was pointed at his forehead. "Sorry, what?" Izuku replied in an absent-minded tone, though he was faking it. Deception is key to surviving this situation, he told himself. Attempting to get up, he pretended to have unsteady legs as he gripped the medicine racks for support. He looked up (though the thugs couldn't see, since he was wearing a hoodie), and used his power. Skinny locked eyes with him, and his fingers loosened instantly, dropping the gun as it clattered to the floor. "Juggs, what are ye doin'! Don't lose yer weapon!" Love Mom kept yelling, oblivious to the suddenly slumped jacket and tracking suit. "Hey, lemme go punk!" Izuku turned his attention to LM, who seemed to be pushing something away. Must be the girl, Izuku thought to himself. But wasn't she scared by the gunshot? Izuku needed to give this person credit for being brave enough to stand up, after a near-death experience. He then saw the girl's clothing gathered into a pile. Oh great, she stripped, said the boy with a deadpan look on his face. "Enough!" LV finally snapped, embarrassment at being overpowered by the girl fueling his rage. He seemingly pushed her hard, to the cold floor. There was no movement, so Izuku assumed she was now unconscious. But LM wasn't planning to stop now. Concentrating hard, his hand popped out a few more hands at the side, lengthy and flexible. Izuku used this moment to grab LM's hand that held the gun, and acted like a young, scared teen. "E-Everyone! P-Please run, and call for help! H-He's too strong!" Everyone believed Izuku, and panickingly ran out of the store, one woman pulling out her phone to call the police. Once they were gone, Izuku wrestled dominance over the gun. LM had started to grow fur, and his nose became a tad bigger. Not giving any time for the man to transform, he pushed LM's hand sideways, and used the opportunity to pull LM in for an elbow to the face. He tumbled down and used his hands to cover his red, swollen nose, but he doesn't fall down. That's fine. Izuku wouldn't want to be accused of murder; he's had enough on his mind already. "Please don't tell anyone about this. Oh, and subdue him first." the teenager begged to the woman at the cashier, who watched dazed as he lifted a seemingly invisible person, along with his or her clothes, bridal style, then walked out of the store. Oh boy, The lady mentally commented in awe. I have quite the story to tell now, Boss. She then taped the criminals together with duct tape and rope before the bigger one was able to get up. (The lady used a broom.)
Toru Hagakure had never felt so dazed in her life... well maybe except for an accidental hangover by an alcohol-fueled party. Man, that was fun. No, wait! She shook her head frantically, though no one could see. I need to say thank you to the guy who stunned those two thugs. Where is he, anyway? Where's everyone? And why does only my ass feel cold? She looked down, and realized the truth. Ohmygod I'm naked! No longer was she lying on the pavement, facing up; Toru sat up straight and began to put on her clothing, which was conveniently placed on top of her body, especially her...areas. Cheeks tinted red, she observed her surroundings warily. This did not seem like the pharmacy, or the streets, or even (unfortunately) her house! Well, she was in a place, she just didn't know where. There was wood, so maybe a house...though it had spray paint and splotches covering some of the surface. It could be run-down. as As she went to put on her jacket, she saw a yellow sticky note. I didn't know where to place you, so I chose one of the abandoned houses nearby...it's not haunted don't worry. So, dress up, rip this once you're finished reading it, and forget that you passed out from Fatty shoving you into the floor. Forget that I had the civilians call the cops. Forget about me, okay? Toru kept the note in her jeans' pocket, and opened the door, making a creaking sound. She then used her GPS locater app to inform her parents that she'll be late for dinner, and called for a cab. When she arrived home, a burly man tackled her into a hug. "Tooru! Yer alright kiddo!" A hearty chuckle then followed after the thick voice. "Honey, you musn't scare her like that. After all, she was one of the hostages in the pharmacy. Speaking of which, are you fine dear?" The girl blurted out, "Yeah, I was-" before stopping herself. "Wait, how did you know I was knocked unconscious by-" "We read the news." Her father nodded seriously, arms crossed. "So, who-" "Tell you in a minute, dad." She quickly took off her coat and ran to the living room. A reporter's face was moved down just in time, to view the video playing what happened. "-and here, we see all the customers excluding two, gathered in front. The robbers are sort of struggling to fight back, since-" The person recording it then moves to the left, showing the boy from before. "Oh! One of the customers is a male teenager, who appears to be on the verge of collapsing, as he faces off the robber. But, wait a moment!" All of a sudden, the skinnier thug's body slacks and drops his gun, and he drops down with it. "Oh my god! This boy, faces off a grown man and survives!" Nearly twenty seconds of the footage passed, and Tooru appeared, or more accurately, a set of floating clothes, hovering over the boy's hands. The boy ran out of the place, and made a throwing gesture while going back in to grab Tooru. "Now, the boy seems to be carrying someone with an invisible quirk, as seen by the garments hovering above the kid's hands." The boy then ran away, slowly becoming smaller as the recording ended. "Y'see that, Jim? That's how teens are these days! Anyways people, the police arrived minutes after the boy left, so the two attackers were arrested. So, let's just hope that that person safely returns home. Thank you, and have a good night." Tooru turned off the TV, shocked by the news. "Thankfully, that person did arrive home safe. So, you know him?" Her father questioned her half-jokingly. "N-no, I don't know him...but I should really thank him. For saving me." "Well, just eat your dinner, kiddo. Besides, he saved you, so he's gotta be a hero, right?" "Umm...yeah. Thanks dad." He is a hero.
Izuku was not a hero. Had tried to be, but wasn't. Was once excited about it, but now wasn't. Had aspired to be one, to be the greatest, but didn't. And now, just because he saved that one girl, the media claims he is. And that pisses Tomura off. So Izuku is a bit nervous when he just broods at one of the seats of the bar, staring at Izuku lifelessly. "Uh, Tomu?" No reply. It was at that moment, that Kurogiri came in. "Hello, Deku." "Hi, Kurogiri-san. What's up with Tomura?" The mist man sighs pitifully. "Well, he was hoping to play his newest RPG console game with you, but then Sensei told him he sent you for a few errands. Errands, that were only finished at night. During that time, Shigaraki Tomura couldn't find anyone else to play the game, so he's been sulking on one of the chairs. His mood worsened when he saw the news." Oh. That explained it. "Zuku." The dull voice of Tomura brought Izuku to reality. "Ah! Y-yes Tomu?" The pale blue haired manchild lazily rose up, and dashed to Izuku. "T-Tomu, wha-" "Shut up." Izuku closed his eyes, in anticipation of another beatdown, or worse, his Decay quirk. But Tomura merely wrapped his arms around him, his right hand pinching his ear. "I still hate what they call you, but I'll forgive you, this time." He uttered the last part in a low tone, scaring Izuku, before letting go and going to his room. "Sensei requested me to," he rudely raised his voice, then disappeared. Izuku exhaled a sigh of relief. Well, that went better than I expected. Izuku was not a hero, not now at least. For now, he'll be what he's destined to be: a villain.
Author's note:
Author wants to thank the people who bothered to read this. Author further announces that chapters will be a tad bit longer from now on. Anything shorter will possibly be just fillers and snippets of Deku's life. Finally, Author thanks you for reading. Have a good day.