Satan's child

༒𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎༒

Satan's child looked over the roofs. He was squatting down with katanas on his back. He saw another figure in the distance, and ran over. There was a damn hero. Midnight to be in fact. He immediately ran away, and she saw that.

She chased after him, and soon all the heroes were on his ass. He cursed, and kept running. His tail swayed from side to side as he ran. Eraserhead was swinging on his scarf, catching up to Sanan's child. Satan's child cursed, and ran faster, using his tail as a stabilizer. The other heroes were long gone, only spider-Eraserhead could keep up.

He yelled out in pain as his tail caught on a ledge. It hurt. A lot. His tail was sensitive, anywhere other than the point, and when he tried to move forward, he wouldn't budge. He yelled out and started scraping frantically at the part where his tail got caught.

Eraserhead saw this, and Satan's child started getting even more frantic. It was hurting more at the second, and he tried moving his tail, but it wouldn't budge.

"I swear to hades if I don't get my damn tail out of this." the villain swore. Even though his name was Satan's child, he believed in the Greek gods. He didn't ask for the name given to him, the heroes gave him that name, due to his looks.

Eraserhead was now nearing closer, and his breathing got heavy. Eraserhead neared him slowly, holding his hands up. The villain's movements were getting more and more uncoordinated, and between the stress and the pain, he couldn't think straight.

Eraserhead etched forward and the villain went as far away from him as possible, yelling out when his tail was pulled from the stress on it again.

Eraserhead bent down and broke the concrete off of his tail. The villain looked at him in shock, and the eraserhead sighed. The villain quickly stood up, hopping away quickly, slightly limping with his tail in the state it was. Even though it was thin, he wasn't used to it like it was.

He quickly got to his apartment, and went through the window. He found the first aid kit he kept, and bandaged his tail best he could. He went to bed, still in his patrol clothes, a green shirt and a black hoodie, with black cargo pants that had green accents on them.

He laid down on the rotting mattress, and fell asleep.

He woke up an hour later, and started the day. He made himself coffee (and tons of it) before getting dressed in jeans and another hoodie. He got his helix piercings back on, as well as his nose ring and snake bites. He hid his tail in his pants, and horns in his hoodie. He walked out, greeting the old lady with a small smile.

He walked to work, a small coffee shop in the middle of the city. His tail was still bothering him, but thankfully, it had mostly healed overnight.

Satan's child got his apron on, and sighed, pulling his hair back in a black bandana. He walked up to the counter, and started taking orders and making drinks. He tried to put on a smile, but it was hard.

He worked until midnight, and then packed his stuff up and walked back to his apartment. He looked down allies and saw one little boy about to get raped by a grubby old man. Satan's child growled and ran forward, kicking the guy in the chest. "Fuck off." he told him, taking the childs hand.

"Where do you live?" Satan's child asked the little boy. The little boy smiled at him. When he wouldn't give a response, Satan's child lifted him up, and placed him on a random door, hoping that the poor boy would find his parents.

Even villains have standards.

He got ready to go on patrol again, but as soon as he put on the pants, his tail started hurting. He gasped and quickly took them off, laying in his boxers. He re-wrapped the bandage and panted as the pain was so much that he got a headache.

He groaned and rubbed his head. Only one thing helped, and he was going to have to stuff his tail in his pants. He got up, and put on the baggiest jeans he owned, and walked out, going to speedway he lived right by.

He walked, grabbing the largest size drink possible and filling it up to the top with slushie. He picked up some ramen, and went back home. He heated his ramen up before eating it hungrily.

His job didn't pay much other than to pay rent, and so he didn't eat much other than ramen and slushies.

He got a call on his phone and answered it on speaker, not even pausing from eating his ramen. "What the fuck do ya want?" he asked with a mouth full. "Oh come on Satan's child. Don't be so cruel." the voice from the other line answered. The villain rolled his eyes.

"Go away shigaraki. I'm eating." Satan's child sassed. Shigaraki sighed from the other line. "Oh come on. I just wanted to say that the heroes are onto you. They're getting faster, and are starting to learn more and more about you after seven years of being a villain." he warned. The villain rolled his eyes. He was a vigilante before he was a villain four years ago.

"They always were, now fuck off." the villain yelled, hanging up. He grumbled and felt his tail. One more day and it'll be fine. He finished his food, and went into the bathroom. He took out his piercings and looked at the five tally marks on his back. His bad decisions, related to his quirk.

The villain did everything he needed to in the bathroom, before sketching some stuff. He was quite a good drawer and had always loved to draw, even as a young kid. He had just gotten so good at it and was almost a pro now.

The villain couldn't sleep, and so he just stayed up in his apartment, watching youtube and listening to my chemical romance, Melanie Martinez, mother mother, and a whole other shit mixed in together. Especially Rory Webly.

He hummed as he stayed up, and when that wave of tiredness hit him, it was time to get up for work again. He did the same old thing, and went to the cafe, but something...interesting happened.

Eraserhead came in, or otherwise known as Shouta Aizawa. The villain stared at him intently, as he walked up to the counter.

"Two extra large black coffees, three sugar." he said. The villain nodded, and quickly wrung up his order. The villain gave eraserhead the coffees and only charged for one. The hero noticed that.

"What's this about?" he asked. Satan's child smirked. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little gift for my favorite hero." the villain whispered. The hero looked at him in shock, and Satan's child took the next person's order.

"You. usagi." the hero called him over. The villain looked down at his name tag and chuckled. He walked over to the hero, and sat down across from him. "How the fuck did you know about me?" he asked. Usagi shrugged.

"Oh nothing. I just looked for ragged hair and eye bags." uagi sassed. Shouta sighed. "No, I mean I'm an underground hero. I did that so I wouldn't be recognized." He told me.

"Ohhh my god! It's Eraserhead!" Usage whispered in a high pitched quiet tone. Eraserhead looked at him confused, and Usagi shrugged and was about to go back to work, but his wrist was grabbed. He held in a wince, and looked at the pro hero.

"Listen kid. You can't tell anyone. Usagi scoffed. "Give me a reason why I would." usagi sassed. The hero sighed and let go of him. Erserhead was the one hero he respected. He was taught to only respect the ones who didn't do it for fame and money. Eraserhead was selfless, gay and even fights quirkless.

Usagi walked behind the counter and continued with the day. When he went home, he got dressed in his villain outfit, and bounded off into the night. He sat atop of a roof and looked at the stars. Something he had always been interested in.

Usagi was a fake name. And so was Satan's child. His real name, is

Izuku midoriya.