Mr. Compress POV:
"What kind of a dumbass name is "ThE lEaGuE oF vIlLaNs?"
We both stood there for a moment, not saying a word. Out of all the things he could've said, asked, this was his response.
The interesting thing was that I couldn't sense any fear from him, at least directed towards me. He seemed to be running away from the heroes a moment ago, so he must've done something bad. Really bad in fact, since it wasn't just a random stampede of heroes; they were the top ones in Japan.
"Well, it wasn't exactly my choice, naming the organization, young man. I just happen to join it because of a certain someone. You've probably heard of the name "Stain," yes?"
"What," he started at me with a baffled look on his face. Has this kid been living under a rock? Well, that wasn't exactly important at the moment.
"Never mind that," I said changing the subject, "would you like to join our organization? You had quite the stampede of heroes chasing after you, which makes me wonder if you're a good candidate,"
"So, you're saying you want me to join your amateur villain group, just because I was chased by some heroes?"
"When you put it like that, I agree, it sounds a little senseless, and unprofessional on my part, but I am still asking you regardless," the kid may act like a brat and a little shit, but he's intelligent, and I could tell that he's a more logical person.
Although I'm still wearing a mask, I could still feel his eyes looking directly into my own. I got to admit, his eyes were magnificent and beautiful. Of course, I don't mean it in a creepy way, but the color is so unique; it shows so much power and strength, but also a lot of emotion. I guess that's why they say that your eyes are a gateway into your soul.
"No thank you," he said. His whole expression changed from a relaxed to a more stoic and serious one.
"Ah, well that is truly disappointing, I was hoping that you'd reconsider. Oh well, but it's not like you can walk away freely. After all, you could report me, and I wouldn't want that," His eyes widened slightly and squirmed away from me. He stood up instantly, already in a fighting stance.
Touya POV:
I was able to get out of the position he held me in by his foot and instantly stood up. I had no idea what this guy's quirk was, nor did I have any guesses. He's smart, not just because of the way he looks or the big words he uses; no, it's the way he formulates his words and sentences. He's smart, and probably anticipating my every move. The thing is, I don't know how long I'll be able to last. I'm tired from having to run away from people these past couple of hours- days? I know at least one night has passed.
I carefully start backing up, centimeter by centimeter, not trying to appear threatening. I stopped moving as soon as I saw one of his hands move towards his face, taking off his mask. I took a quick second to study him, trying to see any hints of what his quirk might be. He seemed to be reading my mind and smirked slightly.
I was paying too much attention to his face and the mask in his hand, I barely noticed the blue marble-like spheres he took out, probably from his trench coat.
"The key, in magic," he says with a smile, "is that you make everyone pay attention to one thing, while you prepare another," He brings the other hand with the marbles close to his face and throws them towards me. I prepare to brace the contact I was about to have, in case they were super heavy or coated with poison, but instead- it engulfed me entirely.
I knew I was alive- I felt conscious, but I felt dumb throughout my body. I felt like I was being placed somewhere, probably into one of his pockets, and probably, carried off to his stupid League or whatever. I might as well use this time to sleep- that is, if I can find a way to do so.
3rd Person POV:
Hawks and the rest of the heroes were standing alongside the wall, aware of everything that had happened between the villain and the white-haired boy. Unsure of what to do, they continued to listen in on their conversation. They knew they couldn't act rashly, but they felt as though letting the boy get kidnapped was too much. In the end, they didn't have much of a choice, and so they watched as the boy got kidnapped.
Later that night, all the heroes who were in on this were alerted of what happened. To no one's surprise, everyone was pretty unhappy with the news.
Nobody, apart from the Todoroki family, and now Bakugo, Mina, Kaminari, Hawks, and Shota Aizawa knew about who the white-haired male was, and no one had the authority to tell everyone who the person they're after really is.
The rest of the night, all of the heroes and people who were already involved from class 1A had continuously discussed their rescue plan, all wondering if the trouble was really worth it all.
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FanfictionThings were starting to get back to normal after the villain attacks, that is until Aizawa finds a 14-year-old boy found in the middle of the alleyway. The white-haired teen wakes up full of confusion and distrust towards the heroes around him, and...