Meiji had decided to become a villain so that he could earn money to save his sister who was in critical conditi-
Author: "Oi. No one wants to hear your sob stories."
Meiji: "Huh?"
Author: "Don't you dare pull a cliche'd reason for becoming a villain on me. Its either money or global domination or decimating half the world's population! Overrated reasons, I tell ya. Now look at the Joker. An OG villain if I ever saw one, all he wanted was to have fun, not some shit like avenging his past."
Meiji: "Bu-"
Author: "No buts. Go back and cook up another rationale. And make it spicy."
Meiji: "But what about my characterization? Wouldn't something unfounded make me a superficial character?"
Author: *stares*
Yeah, that was just me ranting with a figment of my imagination that was supposed to become an OC, but never mind that. Back to the main point, the previous chapter was an idea I got after reading way too many Villain!Deku stories. I wanted a fic where Izuku decides to take an anti-hero stance (definitely done by someone before) because while Villain!Deku is badass af, I find it harder to believe that someone so determined to become a hero would turn sides so drastically. All Izuku wanted was to help others, which led me to another train of thought.
"One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter"
Also, a huge thanks to the five readers who followed/favorited my story. I probably wouldn't have continued if not for your response. *bows*
Izuku had made quite a name for himself. The villains were calling him "Midori," evidently due to his green hair. He frowned. That wouldn't do. Anything that would threaten his identity and safety, and by extension his mother's, needed to be erased. He needed to create a pseudonym for himself, one that couldn't be traced back to himself. And hide his hair, of course.
He'd thought about keeping the name "Deku," if only because of the irony it held, but decided against it for the sole reason that Kacch- no, Bakugou would be able to recognize him.
Thinking about Bakugou brought another frown to his face. That was a name which held nothing but bad memories for him, yet strangely enough, he couldn't bring himself to hate his once so called friend. Katsuki had opened his eyes to reality, showed him that people would never look at him but only at his quirk, or rather, his lack of one.
Being a minority, it honestly shouldn't be surprising that the Quirkless were looked down upon. Having a "worthless" or "villainous" quirk would mean you'd be mistreated, but being quirkless made it far far worse.
And that, was where all of Izuku's problems stemmed from. Sighing, he walked out of his room, not pausing to look back where he used to pretend being a hero like All Might.
"Where are you going?" Inko Midoriya inquired. She was concerned for her son who seemed to have developed a habit of going out for excursions lately. He termed it as "exploring," but she was worried of what her son might actually be doing. He was...more detached now. His habit of murmuring had lessened greatly and there was confidence in his demeanor, not that it was bad but along with it, it also felt as though he had distanced himself from her. He rarely ever spoke anymore. It was as if something had drained him of all his enthusiasm.
Izuku smiled innocently, "Just going out exploring, mom," and Inko felt her heart break. His smile, his adorable and lovable smile ceased to exist and was replaced by a fake. One that shattered her heart into a million pieces every time she glanced at it. "I see," she managed to blurt out, "be back before 10pm," she spoke as she kissed him on his forehead.
"Yes, mom." And Izuku departed. He had work to do.
Kakeru didn't know what to make of the boy they referred to as "Midori." Dressed in a simple black shirt with black trousers, the boy looked anything but menacing. One would mark him as cannon fodder if someone were to pass him by. But experience told Kakeru better than that. They boy was dangerous, more dangerous than he let on.
"Of course, if you don't wish for my help you are free to refuse," "Midori" said while fiddling with the mask that covered his face and hair, giving the picture of an insecure child trying to shirk away from company.
And the funny thing was, despite knowing his diffidence to be an act, Kakeru could not help himself from believing that it was the boy's natural character. Every action he made screamed "harmless" to him, whether it be his expression or the way he fidgeted. Yet Kakeru's instincts told him otherwise and over the years, he had learnt to trust his instincts.
This was not a person to be antagonised.
"Lead the way boy."
