twisted ﹫ i.midoriya

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⚠️ blood, gore & violence.

y/n slammed her foot onto the double doors, the girl looked back to see the same guards chasing her down with their guns at the ready. she smirked. this wasn't an unusual sight for y/n to see, frankly, she enjoyed the feeling of being hunted down and toying with the guards. when she was a child, her father (all for one) used to do it all the time.  at first it was petrified of the chance of getting killed or put into jail ....now... it was a free form of entertainment, enjoyed by her.

now, with these new powers, she could have even more fun than she could ever imagine.

y/n turned a corner and saw high-alert guards down the hall. the girl wasted no time and blast a strong wave of electricity, killing each one of them effortlessly. y/n heard the footsteps of the other two guards, hearing the clicks of their guns, she swiftly hid behind one of the dead guards and used him as a shield from the quick bullets firing at her.

she counted how many bullets their guns can hold, before throwing down the dead man on the ground and using him as a stepping stone for her to jump onto the guard. the h/c haired girl stabbed both his eyes her daggers, his body froze then fell to the ground, dead, stunning the guard behind him.

"scared, cal?" she teased, reading his name off of his badge. "must be a new kid. lemme show you how i work."

the delinquent skipped down the hall with a terrified cal following behind hastily. y/n banged the exit door opened out into an old steel staircase. the warm air of the morning hitting against her s/c skin, as the deafening sound of a helicopter with a film crew hanging out, drew closer to her.

y/n declared to herself,  "guess i better put on a show."

and put on a show she certainly did.

cal burst through the door summing bullets at y/n, she dodged each one and grabbed his arm, twisting it, and throwing him onto the ground, the man screamed in agony at the unstoppable pain in his broken wrist and hand.

"ever played hangman, cal?" y/n's nonchalant attitude, ignited a flame of rage inside the guard, as she dragged his body by his wrist to the edge of the landing. y/n used his head as a step for her to stand on the metal handrail and jumped down to the next set of stairs, using cal's body as a grappling hook — his ankle, between the comedically large bannisters, being his only support from him falling many storeys to his death.

"hey, guys!" a group of policemen were made a fool by y/n hanging in front of them. she pointed over to the helicopter as they struggled to get their guns out, "ready to put on a show?"

"you little snake!" one man spat out before him and his peers clumsily pulled out their guns. the devious girl escaped their gunfire and climbed up the shaking set stairs to the top of the building.

out of all the times, y/n has found herself in serious trouble, this would be her favourite. if you recalled the previous events to this very moment, then you would have concluded that y/n was getting killed in broad daylight solely for a stolen pair of earrings and a bag of clothes. then again, y/n was a high-profile criminal, affiliated to all for one, which means the police would keep an eye out.

the delinquent arrived at the top of the building, her attention was the deafening sound of the news helicopter that was almost blurring out the cries and screams of the curious citizens, young and old, below.

"oh..." y/n exhaled suddenly with a core memory of the incident playing over and over in her head. she still hasn't forgotten about that moment, and never will.

"y-you!" a pale bruised hand grabbed onto y/n's ankle, another hand gripped onto the rocky edge of the roof. cal's bleed damaged head popped up, returning y/n to reality, "you're dead!"

"no." y/n smiled sweetly, and she stepped on cal's fingers, causing him to dangle in the air, his whole life relying on. she sat on the edge and touched his wrist, making the man float a little bit higher in the sky.

"you're the one who will die." her sweet tone left a sour taste in his mouth.

"i wouldn't look so sad if i were you." the girl jumped onto his shoulders and bent to the side to tease him. "there are so many people who are killed and no one sheds a tear, gave a damn, and has to die alone. look at you, you on tv making your mother proud, with thousands of people watching you, hoping that a hero will save you."

the girl stole his gun from his pocket and leaned back, her back pressing against his, and shot down the remaining guards on the roof. aiming at their heads effortlessly before sitting back up and standing on his shoulders with her hands centimetres away from each other.

"no one will save you." y/n coldly declared cal's last words.

the man and the girl went soaring straight to the ground, picking speed every second. y/n could only giggle at cal's petrified expression on his face. course, y/n was not going to die, she was going to that float quirk again on herself.

that was the plan if a certain group of villains didn't ruin her plans. y/n stumbled inside the carriage of a mini-truck, crushing the body of cal and recklessly driving through the crowded streets.

"the hell!" y/n sat up and immediately recognised a purple-haired lizard in driver seats, as well as, a spiked black-haired man with the patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, standing next to tomura.

"better not lie around, doll-face." the man claimed, as his blue flames covered his entire hand. y/n quickly stood next to tomura.

"who are they?" she whispered to cyan haired villain.

"dabi and spinner." tomura explained, "we were meant to talk out the plans for tonight, but your antics got in the way."

"that's why there weren't no heroes." y/n chuckled lightheartedly, she looked at tomura with a genuine smile, "you saved me."

tomura rolled his eyes, "tch.. whatever."