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villain deku x hero!fem!reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Emotional rides. Bullying (not on behalf of the main party).Sidenotes: No character hate! Issues within the plot are for the purposes of plot guys. The reader has a healing quirk, she can transfer wounds from others onto herself. This is also my first fully fledged fic, so I hope you guys enjoy. 🥰

This is written by: teddieh

"Kacchan! W-wait! Give it back!" He cries, small voice cracking. His wide green eyes are filled with puddles of tears. "That's my notebook!" Midoriya whimpers, sitting on his knees in sage green T-shirt and forest green shorts. His freckled cheeks are stained with previous tears, moss hair a fluffy mess. There are scars and scratches on the skin of his legs, crumbs rolling up from the palm of his hands.

"Haa? As if! Stupid Deku! Shouldn't have had it out if you didn't want somebody to take it!" Bakugou hisses, red eyes gleaming in the summer sun. The cicada's buzzing in the afternoon sky, colors a flushing tangerine. "Besides, if you're really smart you wouldn't need this stupid notebook. It's just because you're quirkless! You think taking notes is gonna make you a hero or somethin'? It won't!"

Your ears perk up from the swingset. Your palms wrapped around the metal of the chains, your legs swinging back and forth, air sweeping you up beneath the faded blue seat beneath you. The green haired boy and the blonde were often seen on this playground, bickering about something or other. You usually didn't pay it that much attention, instead opting to play by yourself and the occasional other child.

However, today's events finally caught your ears. The blonde boy stood with his two friends, grinning brightly at the little green boy. Both boys were covered in dust, little brown specks of dirt from playing all day. The notebook the young green haired boy always carried, was held high in the hand of the blonde boy instead. His little palm was outstretched, keeping the distance between him and the other boy by sparks flying off in his palms, "If you want it back, come get it Deku!"

You frown at that, why would that boy bully him? From what you'd seen, the green haired boy, whose name you assumed was Deku, had only ever been nice, excitedly following and playing with the other boys, even when they shoved him or made him the butt of their jokes. You frowned. This was the last strike.

You hop off of the swing, palms and knees brushing into the woodchucks. You stand up, stumble a bit for a second before you slap your hands together to get the dirt off and then wipe off your shorts and your knees. Your frown deepens. Your little heart pounding in your chest. You puff it out, eyebrows furrowed and chubby cheeks puffing up as you grab your bookbag seated at the foot of the swingset and make your way over to the boys.

"Kacchan, really! Please! Give it back!" Deku stands, attempting to lunge forward to grab his notebook back. His fingers brush the end of the leather notebook before Bakugou shoves him back with his freehand, palm lightly sparkling and causing a brown handprint to form on his sage shirt from his quirk. Deku falls to the ground with a oof, and you, seeing it, take off in a sprint. "Hey! Buttfaces! Stop that!"

You screech, soft voice louder in pitch and slightly deeper in timbre. You try to make your voice sound more masculine to seem more intimidating and rush up to the four boys. You drop to your knees, soft palms smoothing over Deku's shoulders as you help him sit up, "Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Deku frowns, a soft groan escaping his lips as he rubs the back of his head. His ears rang slightly, he'd bumped his head on the way down. He shuddered, "I-i think so.." He mutters and you huff and turn to glare at the blonde boy. "What the hecks your problem?!" You stand up quickly, fingers clutching the arms of your backpack. "You're always bullying him! He ain't never did nothin' to you, and you still bug him! You need'a stop usin' him like a toy or somethin'! Gimmie that notebook you fat faced rat!"