A prelude to Momo's traitorous nature; a backstory if you will.
What was it that had woke her up?
Was it the burning pain in her wrist?
The thoughts running through her head?
Perhaps...the bright light in her eyes?
'Ah. That makes... more sense.'
Externally calming down, she looked around the room. As her eyes got used to the light, Momo saw four cracked walls, a ripped painting and three figures.
'A torture room? A basement? Another apartment entirely? Where am I?'
The light moved up and away, the faces becoming more telling. One was foggy, this time not due to the water in her eyes, one was pale and the other was... distinct. A big mop of head, a plain face, freckles, hidden musculature.
It clicked.
'Midoriya!'
"Midoriya! What is the meaning of this?!" she barked at him, worry overtaking her falsified anger.
"Listen Momo, they asked who I wanted from my class. I said you. Why? Because I respect you. It was either you or Todoroki, but one is a loose cannon and the other is a reliable, trustworthy figure. Take a guess." He nonchalantly responded.
"Who are they?"
"We-" the blue haired pale one interrupted, "are the League of Villains. I see you know our newest member. Are you both familiar?"
His disgusting smirk laced his tone.
"Yes, we went to hero school together." she spat back.
"Good. That should make this easier. Kurogiri!"
The grey one presented a suitcase, clearly containing something of great importance.
It was opened, with the slight gleam implying (to her) a medical instrument.
"What is that? A scalpel? A needle?" she asked, fear weaving its way into her words.
"The latter. Clever cookie. Ain't she Midoriya?" he laughed.
Midoriya had some sort of remote in his hand.
"Damn."
She only muttered one word before the needle entered, rendering her unconscious.
As she awoke, things were different.
She was in her bed.
Nothing had happened.
Momo checked herself.
There were marks on her wrist.
'I need a shower.'
She went to call Midoriya, but a strange thought distracted her from doing so.
'Who are the real heroes? The villains fight for what they believe in yet get shunned, whilst heroes fight for money and become celebrated. It makes no sense.'
'Am I a hero?'
'Or am I a villain?'
Ding*
An email popped up.
"Sender:
Subject: Last night
Ms Yaoyoruzu,
One of our recruits has taken an interest in you. He knows of your morals. Meet at
M74 63M in approximately five hours.
Do not tarry long.
- The Barman"
She pondered for a bit.
'You know what? Maybe... maybe I will.'
-Three Days Later-
Classroom 1-A's huge door opened, with students filing in to their seats. Aizawa, in his usual sleep deprived state, analyzed them as they walked in.
'Ashido, energetic, as per usual. Kirishima seems to be talking about some sport, maybe basketball? I couldn't care less.
Midoriya looks extremely happy, very very happy indeed and, strangely, Yaoyorozu seems...off. Again, never mind.'
RING*
Aizawa stood, looking around the room. The students' intent eyes looked back at him, egging him on into starting homeroom.
"I feel the need to mention the upcoming trip we'll be having."
And that's a wrap! Yes, I'm alive and yes, I'm sorry. Life's been tough, with family deaths and other things. But, alas, everything should be normal.
