Light in the Shadows [Bakugou x Fem! Villain Reader]

Chapter Nine- A Name

(Y/n)'s POV

The excitement from the festival had yet to sizzle out. Each hero student seemed swept up in the attention, on a contact high from the fame and opportunity that the event brought. It was almost comforting in a way– these were the type of hero-obsessed kids I expected to find. Bakugou, on the other hand, continued to ruin my expectations.

He sat quietly in his chair, looking pissed off as usual.

"Morning," Eraserhead called out. The reaction was almost immediate. Everyone flew to their seats, quiet and perfectly orderly. Awkwardly, I slid into my seat in front of Kaminari and winced at the scathing look he pinned on me.

I matched his glare with one of my own– scanning the absence of bandages and bruises. A scar ran under his right eye– the only memento of the battle. I fought a smirk. The battle where he got his ass handed to him by an undead freak.

He rattled on about something referring to "Hero Informatics," but it seemed unimportant.

I swear if it's a test on teamwork and optimism then I'm going to lose my mind.

"You need codenames."

I need what.

Disbelief clouded my mind, but all I could think of were nicknames. I was labeled 'Demon' and 'Hellhound' as a villain, but I don't think that'll cut it. My cover would be blown in a heartbeat.

"THIS IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME," the class cheers, erupting in conversations amongst the masses.

"Totally!" I force out, faking a smile. Yay.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together." Eraserhead moved to the front, looking a little more tired today. My brain sped a mile a minute.

Draft picks.

...

Do not tell me I have to work with actual heroes.

He continues to explain, but my thoughts have already begun to spiral. I'd have to... help people. I would have to catch villains.

It's almost funny.

Why on earth would anyone care if a bank was getting robbed? That's not my problem.

"But your class is different."

That's one word for it.

Eraserhead mentions something about pro heroes investing in our potential– as if we need them for a solid career. What an ego boost for the big leagues. My pen runs along the paper, leaving inked star doodles on the parchment. Soon, the hero offers come up.

I have the second most.

A shuddering sigh racked my body. There was no escape.

Ice boy ended up getting more than Bakugou, meaning heroes did have a brain cell or two. I glanced around to find Uraraka shaking Iida with tears of joy in her doe eyes.

Innocence and happiness.

I faked a smile.

A fragile reality.

I scanned the list and my jaw slightly dropped open. Midoriya got none. Father would be interested in that, so perhaps there is hope after all.

"Despite the results, you'll all be interning with pros. Got it> Even those of you who didn't get any offers."

Let's be soooo dead ass right now. This man probably ensured that happened purely for a week vacation from us.

Valid reasoning.