Villain Deku's Downfall

Chapter 1

A scarred hand reached down for the rusted door knob. He often found himself here even though he genuinely despised who owned the place. He'd say for a villain he really was the most childish adult he's ever had the displeasure of meeting. He was only here because he ran out of people to "clean up" from the streets.

His foot pushed open the rotten door, re-shoving the hands into his pocket. His head was lowered. A normalcy he's gained after trying to keep his face away from the public all these years. Even if I hadn't been raised he still had long green curls to compensate for it. "I'm back." he murmured. A few groans filter from one ear out the other. Yeah, they weren't too fond of him either. They only tolerated him because Midoriya did all the hard work for them. He was only putting himself at risk. They took the chance of him getting caught and telling their names and identities hardly seriously at all. He'd think about it and it would make him feel more of some brainwashed tool rather than a high ranking villain who did all the dirty work for people for the thrill. "Have you got an idea on what job I'm supposed to take on next?"

Besides villains no one had ever seen his face. At most, not anyone who has lived. He wasn't upset to say at all he was highly proud of himself for keeping such a low profile from everyone even with his long receipt of killings. He's been known for many things. He wasn't necessarily a serial killer. To be titled a "serial killer" you had to have more than one killing with the exact same procedure. Or a specific type of person you went for. Take Jeffery Dahmer as an example. He went for a shorter woman with green or hazel eyes. This was because of his ex-girlfriend who left him. So his killing all resembled at least the few characteristics of the woman he had once dated.

Midoriya on the other hand was—on the other hand—classified more of a mass murderer than anything else. Despite how he normally went for the neck of heroes, he killed people who saw more than they needed to know. Adding onto this he also doesn't have a specific way of killing. He's practically done it all. If it was convenient for the exact moment in time then he'd take the chance to use it. Or in other times where people hired him for the jobs they could handle. Crazy stalkers, ex-lovers, rapists—yeah he's heard it all. He didn't have a reason to care. He wasn't one to go into depth about how "life is precious" and that "it'll always get better". He'd rather rip off his own nails than hear shit like that ever gain. Made him sick to his stomach.

So he just did as people told him to do. Did their biddings, got paid, and moved on with his own life.

Shigaraki was clearly pissed off at him for showing up so soon. Out of all the people who managed to cramp their lifestyles into this one broken down bar, Shigaraki hated him the most. He looked him straight in the eyes. The shine he had growing up as a kid that made them look like a precious jewel was long gone. "Yeah, you can kill All Might for me."

There it was. That annoying request he got every time he managed to stumble back into this god forsaken place. He kept saying to himself that maybe one day he would just miraculously never show up again. But he would throw a fit, and quite frankly that sounded much too boring for his liking. "You know I can't. Tell me you have someone else or I'll walk out of this place right now." Midoriya wanted to curse at him for how he continuously told him to kill the No. 1 hero. Again, he knew he couldn't if he really wanted something to do. "Fine then. Kill Endeavor, or is that too much of a challenge for you still?' Dabi challenged. His scars were something Midoriya would never get used to. And he's always had a reasonable vendetta against the man. Hell, he would too if he was abused all his life. It's ironic still, how his father was training him so hard to be the strongest hero ever, and yet he turned out to be a well known and well wanted villain. More so now that if the fiery bastard managed to get his hands on Dabi, he couldn't have the first clue it was his speculated "dead" son until he said it for him.