My Hero Academia Oneshots

Female! Villain! Deku x Male! Reader

Well I died- uhhhh sorry. Also I didn't swap anyone elses gender besides Izuku's so... Yeah

Summary: Kidnapping is not cash money man (I'm making these summaries just cryptic messages now)

Quirk: Healing Hands- this allows the reader to heal anyone they lay a hand on. It's more efficient and effective with two hands, and it more powerful than Recovery Girl

**MENTIONS OF BLOOD, GORE AND REFERENCE TO STOCKHOLM SYNDROME**

____1st Person POV____

  "Wakey wakey~" I heard a voice coe out, almost singing right into my ear. It was soft and clearly a female judging by the tone, but it had a wrong tune to it. It sounded rather crazed, yet angered as it spoke out.

   Opening my eyes, I tried to glance around, only to see nothing but darkness. I let out a small groan as my head felt like it was pounding, like it was being slammed against a wall over and over again. I flinched at the pain as I heard the voice giggle a bit,
 
  "Oops! Silly me, I forgot the blindfold!" Just as I felt cold hands make there way around my head, my face being pulled forward, I felt the tight pressure around my head fade away and soon saw light.

  I squinted my eyes at the light, as it was brighter than a 1000 sun's combined. The light blinding me for a second as I tried to regain my vision. I could hear the little sounding voice giggle again,

  "Ooo~ you're a handsome one. No wonder she chose you," the voice called out as my blinding vision began to fade away and I could finally see.

  Looking in front of me, I was a bit taken back to see a blonde haired school girl standing before me, a knife in hand. She held a crazed toothy smile as she looked at me with her golden eyes. I didn't give her any sign of fear or panic as I realized my hands and feet were locked down to the chair I was sitting on. Looking up to her, we made eye contact as I gave her a glare, my head still pounding as I did so,

  "Where the hell am I?" I said with a bit of a growl in my tone. She looked at me with a pouting face as she held the knife up. But before she could say anything, an outside voice spoke up,

  "Wouldn't you like to know, kid," it was a little raspy and deep, which made me turn my head. Instantly turning over to see a patchy looking man standing there, I began to recognize who these two were. I've seen a few things on the news, but never paid much attention to them as the news never interested me. They were clearly apart of the League of Villains, a group I never really wanted to run into and didn't think I would.

  I wasn't a hero, nor did I associate with any hero (most times), so I figured I was safe. I was out of the way from being targeted, but I guess not since I'm sitting here in a metal chair, strapped down to it. It was uncomfortable, and I hated it, but I didn't understand why I was here. I worked as an intern for a hospital that was near my school. It wasn't anything special, just a little side activity that I thought would become something bigger. It was a small job, as I just mainly ran errands for everyone around the building and learned about the different jobs/departments. So why was I here, in some cold mucky room, sitting in front of members of one of the most feared groups, told that I was chosen for something,

  "I would like to know you burnt piece of bacon," I criticized and could just see him glare at me while taking a step away from the wall he was chilling on. Uncrossing his arms, he strolled over to me while holding up one hand that was emitting a blue fire from it. I looked at it with curiosity as he approached, holding the flame closer and closer to me,