Villain Deku- Luck

Chapter 9

NO ONE'S POV:

To say shigaraki was fuming would be an understatement.

He was enraged. He had been humiliated, and even worse he couldn't even blame Deku.

The 'Brat' had saved him from a gunshot to the knee, whilst also screwing up the whole thing!

Not to mention his info was wrong. All Might had not gotten weaker.

Shigaraki sat at the counter and looked up at kurogiri with a scowl.

"What are you waiting for?" He hissed rudely. "Get me a drink already.

The misted figure nodded at the villains demand, and poured him a drink.

Shigaraki snatched the drink from Kurogiri's hand, and removed the hand from his face.

"What's sensei doing with Deku?" Shigaraki questioned, contempt visible in his words.

Shigaraki looked at his young master, before grabbing a cloth and scrubbing the bar table.

"I'm afraid master had forbidden me from revealing that information, Tamara Shigaraki." Kurogiri stated, almost like he had rehearsed those words.

"Tch!" Shigaraki snarled, before chucking his glass at the wall.

"Why the he'll does sense care so much about the quirkless shit?!?!?!?" Shigaraki spat, venom dripping from every word.

He snapped his head back to Kurogiri, expecting an answer. However the bartender simply gave Shigaraki a blank stare.

The disintegration user snarled at the mist man's silence, before walking to leave.

"Clean up the mess" Shigaraki muttered "I'm gonna go get some sleep."

With that the villain left the room, leaving the bartender to clean up his mess.

Kurogiri looked down at the glass shards, before letting out a deep sigh.

"I hate this job." He said to himself, before grabbing the broom.

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IZUKU'S POV:

"Why did you do it?"

I sprung up, only to be met with a familiar sight.

I was in my dream again, my younger self standing before me.

I looked with fear at my younger self.

'Is he gonna drown me again?' I thought, terrified.

"W-what d-do you mean?" I stuttered out, scared.

My younger self's face morphed into one of contempt, before he pounced on me.

My younger self latched onto my neck, causing my wind pipe to close.

I desperately tried to pry his hands away from my neck, trying anything to survive.

I thrashed around, the water floor, splashing around like I was in a puddle.

"Die, die, DIE!" My younger self cried out, his face a picture of disgust and anger.

I could feel my consciousness fade as the light started to fade.

'I'm gonna die!' I thought in horror as the light faded.

Suddenly I sprung to life, blinded by a bright white light.

I blinked to help my eyes adjust, before realising where I was.

I was in the same place I was after my suicide. The medical machine was beeping consistently, whilst my hospital gown was itchy.