Villain Deku's Downfall

Chapter 2

This wasn't a good feeling to wake up to. His water and body felt like it was holding ten pound weights on him, submerging him under water. His vision was blurred with the salt. His body couldn't move through the waves of the water. His ears had to strain to hear the vaguest of sounds from the new room.

Midoriya felt a flick to the sole of his foot. That more of when his senses started to come back to him. They weren't perfect. Taking in the idea that this was real, he really had been captured by a group of heroes, was nothing more than hard to swallow.

A man with black hair, tired and red eyes, a scarf around his neck, and lazy stubble on his chin and upper lip was the one to meet eyes with him first. This was an interrogation. That much was easy to see. They wouldn't just capture the well known villain just for a keepsake treasure. He had cuffs on his wrists that connected to the sides of the hostile bed. It forced him to lay flat.

Good, he hoped they were scared of him.

"What's your name,' Midoriya opened his mouth to speak, ready to respond with some witty retort they would have hated. "Your real name. Not your villain's name." This guy sounded way too tired for his own good. His voice sounded like the human equivalent of gravel or rubble. Deep and rough. Looked the part too. 

He weighed his options. It's not like he had much better to do than respond to what he could. "My name...well what if I don't have a name?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his chapped lips. He got a hard scoff in return for his pickiness. "Everyone has a name. But since you refuse to answer that, why don't we ask you this instead? What's your age Mr. John Doe."

This was always a favorite question people asked. The sounds people would make in the shock of his age. Granted, he didn't look much older than he should. In fact he looked younger than what would be expected. The apples of his cheeks were still there even when his jawline became more accentuated. A soft dusting of freckles that covered a good portion of his face and rest of his body. His piercings added age for him. One as a ring on his lip, a stud on his nose, and three and two on the cartilage of his ears. His face had been littered with faded marks from sparing with people. All of these factors on himself he had no problem with. "I'm seventeen as of this year."

It was saddening to see the teacher wasn't surprised or impressed by this at all. He took valuable time to grow his reputation as a villain and this is the recognition he's gotten. A guy beside him wrote in pen on something that he could buffer together to make the image of a clipboard. This was pestering. "Last vital question," Midoriya didn't care anymore, craned his neck to look up at the spotted tile on the ceiling. "Do you work with the league of villains?"

Is that what people thought? He shouldn't have given off the impression of him working behind the scenes with him. Hell no, he worked on his own time and management. The last thing he could ever care about was how they wanted things don't from him. The league was an unruly match of people and personalities. A scarred man who wanted revenge for his dick of a father. A man who had his own quirk turn on him and was now called "Twice", a blue haired, self centered, annoying, childish leader who wanted nothing more than to follow his "masters" commands. They were all there for such different reasons and that's why they couldn't pull off shit when they formulated a plan.

They didn't know what they were doing. They lacked experience. The only thing they had going for him was drive. The drive to take down heroes. And that was the only thing that kept them together too.

"Why would I want to be? The whole team are just pests driven by revenge. I have motives you know. Don't group me in with them."

"So you know them personally?"

"I work with them occasionally. Occasionally. If I had to say how often, maybe five times a month."

They stated the obvious for him after that. He was in some sort of doctors or nurses office. He gathered that info on his own from the strong smell of hand sanitizer and various chemicals from cleaning supplies. It burned his nose to breathe in but he could almost taste it in his mouth whenever he tried to suck in a breath. Supposedly he was in UA's nurses office for confinement. Something about him hitting his head during the fight. He didn't recall a damn thing from the fight. "So what's the plan now? You gonna keep me locked up in this damn school forever, or what?" That last bit was meant to be sarcastic. No way they would let him stay in this hell of a school after what he's done. And no way in hell did he want to stay with her either. He'd rather suffer the rest of his life in jail. The living conditions wouldn't be too different from what he has now. The only difference there would be the fact he got three meals a day. Oh, and no weapons. That shouldn't be a shock to anyone. "Almost precisely."

Where had that sound come from?

His head turned this was and that to find a person with a fitting look for the voice he just heard. Damn how hard had he hit his head during that fight? The teacher snapp near the ground and a rodent climbed up to his shoulders. A pink scar going down the middle of his right eyes. He had a black, button up vest and a white dress shirt and tie under it. "I apologize. I'm the principal, Nezu. For what I meant is that you will be attending the classes here. Our main goal is to help you get back down the right path. This will be your home room teacher, Mr. Aizawa."

The greenette would've laughed right in their faces if he wasn't exposed to shock. This quite literally the last thing he wanted to do while he was here. In fact he stands by the stamens before. He'd rather rot in a jail cell than go to this prestigious school for naïve, aspiring hero's to go to. It wasn't a problem if he didn't want to train. Or he didn't want to live a life with brainwashed kids.

His problem was that the last person he ever wanted to meet eyes with again here. A guy who was so full of himself thanks to his flashy quirk. He was born gifted unlike Midoriya. He wanted power over everyone and as a child it didn't make sense to why he was picked on by his best friend. It was all clear for him now. Bakugou Katsuki was quite possibly the worst person to be a hero. All he wanted was to be better than everyone else. Every time he always was. He won, unfair or not he didn't care. Bakugo only had one goal when they were younger. One rule.

Be better than everyone and more importantly be better than that stupid Deku.

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