Uproar // Villain Deku // Book 2

Chapter 3: What Do You Want...?

Denki Kaminari's P.O.V

As the last bell of the day sounded throughout the halls of U.A high school, I packed up my things and prepared to walk to the dorms. The world had become relatively dull ― even with Izuku's recent social disturbance ― so I was bored.

Bored of waiting; bored of watching; bored of learning and observing ― as Izuku had instructed me to. His waiting games and speeches of understanding before attacking were beginning to irritate me ― more so than hearing the heroes drone on during class lessons. I was becoming fed-up with everything.

At first, I cared for my classmates and teachers ― excluding All Might, of course. I grew to adore them all, but as the weeks went on, their voices grew more and more vexatious. This school became more and more vexatious.

"Want to walk back to the dorms together?" An energetic voice erupted from over my shoulder.

I inwardly cringed as I turned to meet my spiky-haired classmate's grand smile. Every request, every question, every action, everything made my skin feel as if it were being peeled from my person with metal tongs. Everything made my head ache and yearn for this dark abyss ― slowly consuming me ― to grow and grow until I was nothing but ashes; a memory; a bad dream because that was all that I was.

A bad dream.

I wasn't involved in plotting or creating schemes to end this disease; this breeding ground for leeches; this society ― that was what Izuku and a select few of the Paranormal Liberation Front were tasked with. I wasn't able to attend any of Izuku's societal uproars or disruptions because of my position as a spy. If I were to be seen by even one person during any of their attacks ― public or not ― my place would have been compromised. Furthermore, for sure knowledge of a traitor would have evoked question of a second; thus, creating problems for Izuku's other spies. All that I could do was sit around and gather information. All that I could do was watch and observe.

My blood felt hot ― making my skin crawl, and bubble, and boil over until I felt diseased; destroyed; consumed by my urges. Urges to break everything around me. Urges to open the flood gates concealing my lust for murder, death, and destruction. Urges to finally silence all those that lie, and cheat, and ruin the world.

I didn't just want to silence those that poisoned the world, though. I wanted to silence everyone and everything. I wanted to destroy everything. I wanted to ruin everything until there was nothing left.

The headache that consumed my every breath and followed me everywhere was itching ― telling me to let it out. Telling me to show everyone that I was here; that I was angry; that I was more powerful than anyone could have ever imagined.

If that were the case, then why was I taking orders from Izuku?

"Kaminari?" Kirishima questioned me, pulling me out of my mindscape.

"What?" Kirishima's expression grew worried and confused as my words laced in venom and irritation rung throughout the air ― causing me to immediately lighten my agitated appearance and smile. "Sorry about that, bro, I don't know what possessed me back there." I laughed behind my grin.

"Oh, it's cool, bro. My offer still stands, by the way." My spiky-haired friend smiled as his expression softened.

"Offer?" I questioned.

"Yeah, the one I gave a few minutes ago, remember?" Kirishima paused. "To walk back to the dorms together?"

His words felt taunting and insulting. His slowed pace, his pausing, his matter-of-factly voice ― it all made my pounding, constant headache intensify and scream out to me.