Bnha Villain Oneshots/Headcanons

Pain | Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

A little boy on the side of the street. Another felt the same pain too.
It hurts. The black haired boy on the street thought, as he was curled into a ball. He could barely live right now.
What day is it today? Another child thought. The two weren't far apart. One was actually on the opposite wall in front of them. Both were stuck in the same situation. The same issue, the same pain.
How many years has it been? The children thought as the humans walked and passed them with no care in the world. Why did the world have to be so heartless? It had been raining as well, which made the children more prone to sickness and potential death. They understood each other, yet looked at separate paths of life.
The rain falls... it's so cold. The children shivered, the one with black hair going over to the side with the (h/c) haired child. The (h/c) haired child hugged the black haired one, trying to create heat together to survive. The black haired one tried not to touch the (h/c) haired child. Each introduced themselves to one another silently. The rain filling the thoughts and ears of the abandoned children.
How much longer do I have to live like this? The rain got heavier, the two kids huddled closer together. Day after day they survived together.
To live I have to steal. I have no choice but to steal. Aren't I human too? The two had grown to become the best of friends, stealing to make live. The thought process of you both had become the same.
Even I have to eat. They sighed as they ate the bread one of them had stolen. Tenko, the black haired child, stared at Y/N, the (h/c) haired child.
If that is so, why do other humans get so angry? They thought as they stole the food to survive. The man scolded the young ones as they dashed off to their small make-shift street home.
It hurts... Tenko curled up in a corner, crying. He had remembered something about what he did. They didn't deserve it, he shouldn't have enjoyed it.
Is it not over yet? This make-shift home was falling apart when would someone come? Why did they have to wait in the streets for someone to appear? Why did no one come and help them yet?
It's long isn't it? The nights hurt more with each day. They waited for the right people. They never came.
Life...it's long...and painful. It felt so hard. To live stealing for food. To live trying to survive by stealing.
Every night I go to sleep, but then end up waking up the next morning. When they awoke it always made the reality hit. Waking up in your make-shift house always made it worse.
"Humans are amazing."
"Because you are human, you can fulfill your dreams."
Liar... What they had wasn't amazing. If humans were amazing, wouldn't they be out of this hole? Wouldn't they be out of this hell?
The human heart is weak... Their thoughts had always been in sync. It must have been the similar events that had happened to them. But, their hearts were more damaged than yoi could think. No hero picked them up. No civilian did either, not even a villain.
Everyone is so concerned with themselves. Everyday, someone would walk past them. Everyday, in the busy streets, no one would bat an eye in their direction. It was painful, but it happened everyday.
It hurts... The pain was endless as the street days together alone carried on.
But the reason I can also feel this pain is because I am human... What if they never experienced this pain? Would they have never met each other?
Because I feel this pain, I cannot die. They live no matter how hard it is some days. They live no matter how hard it is to survive.
Why me? They always asked themselves this question. It had hurt so much, why did they have to undergo so much pain?
I've had enough. They had enough. They had enough of stealing to thrive. Surviving by stealing food and such. Surviving in their make-shift home.
I am subjected to the coldness of human hearts every single day. It's cold, the footsteps of streets keeps the thoughts out sometimes. Though it feels alone half of the time. It's so lonely, it's cold.
"It's just the way it is." That was a response when Y/N asked this question to a adult they had before this.
I guess so. Y/N frowned at the answer they got from the adult. They may never get that answer either.
"It was your fault."
You are not wrong. It was Tenko's fault. Yet, the belief of wanting to become a hero was what brought him here. In truth, it was his father's fault.
"It was your bad."
I guess you are right. It was their bad. Their bad for "existing". When in truth, they did not ask to be born. It was their parents' choice to have kids, so they should have supplied a good life.
That's because...I am also human!
Like everyone else.
I only think of myself.
Like everyone else...
I feel pain.
Like everyone else...
I am scared of everything.
Like everyone else...
I want to live!
That's not fair, god. Their hearts screamed. They screamed to be free, to have a better life. To be better people. To grow up and help those in need. To bring them to their side and aid them in life. To help out those in need on the street because...

They had experienced the same pain as those they'll encounter.