Glitch || An Mha X Fem Villain!Reader Story

Chapter 2

Kirishima POV

Denki was frantic as we left the classroom and made a few turns. "Dude, did you see what she did?!"

"Yeah." I replied, slightly too stunned to speak.

"Well I didn't. It was so quick I only saw a flip and then Bakubro on the floor!!"

I chuckled. "Yeah. She does have some killer reflexes."

Denki immediately stopped walking. "Woah. Dude, really? Killer reflexes?"

"Yeah. Maybe that was a bad choice of words." I said as I rubbed the back of my neck. Denki smiled and playfully nudged my arm. Then we continued walking. 

"You think we should tell him?" I asked as I look down at Bakugou. I managed to grab an office chair in the hall and I placed Bakugou inside. Whatever that girl did, it knocked him out cold. Though come to think of it, Bakugou was the one who started fighting first. Wait, no. Why am I defending someone I don't even know? Wait, but that doesn't change anything. Does it? This is so confusing.  

"Nah. I think I've witnessed enough violence for one day." Denki replied. I had almost forgotten I had asked him a question. "It's too bad, though." He said, frowning.

"What's too bad?" I asked.

"She would've made an Awesome heroine!" He smiled, walking with a hero's fighting stance.

"Hm. You're right." I said, nodding. "But doesn't a villain usually have a reason why they're, you know, a villain?"

"....If that's the case, then I wonder what happened to her." Denki said, looking at Bakugou.

I felt my head move into the direction of Bakugou, the only sort of evidence we had of her. "Me too." I said, quietly.

Aizawa POV

Bakugou just had to get in a fight with the Glitch out of all people. I know it's partially my fault for sleeping in class, but Nezu was the one who told me not to intervene unless physical contact is involved. This is why I had a Plan B. 

She wasn't kidding about those reflexes. They're amazing. Just then, I heard a faint yell coming from across the hall. Looks like Bakugou's up and running.

I led Glitch into the hallway and let out a deep sigh. "What? Are you gonna lecture me about how I shouldn't have thrown your anger-issued student? Or how I shouldn't have fought back when he started the fight and just let him beat me up?" She said, with her arms crossed and her body shifted to the side.

"No." I replied.

"No?" She repeated, obviously confused.

"No." I told her again.

"If you're not going to lecture me then why'd you bring me out here?" She asked suspiciously.

"I figured you would need some..." I cleared my throat at this pause. "Space. Although you know that I cannot leave you here by yourself. So to kill the time, I want to ask you a question."

"And what is that?

"Where did you learn how to defend yourself like that?" I asked. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Who taught you those moves?" I repeated. 

"Oh, Nobody." She replied, looking at her nails and picking out in what seemed to be a strand of blonde hair. She looked at it with disgust and tried wiping it off on the wall but it stuck to her finger like glue.

She looked up at me but I was set on my own question. 

"I was self-taught, Aizawa." She deadpanned.