Villain Deku x Reader Oneshots

You're so cool

Summary:

Mostly Fluff (??)
Y/N has been stalking Deku for 3 years now, and finally gets to speak to him for the first time.

TW'S: (?)
uh this story includes topics such as stalking and alcohol consumption.

Disclaimer ig :
Y/N and Deku are both like 24-25 in this so they're both adults, and legally able to drink, dw.

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Sitting just a couple of bar stool seats away from you, was a young man.

A young man with freckles that spread around his pale skin, locks of curly green hair, and a cute yet mischievous smile that you found yourself often infatuated with.

You also loved his sharp yet soft jawline that looked so kissable, and even the clothes that he wore often being cheaply made, would still in your opinion, compliment his figure nicely. You even noticed the belt he would often wear having a slightly rough, and tattered look to it making the belt itself look old.

Sometimes your mind would even wonder about what was under his slightly baggy pants and belt.

If you were to think about, and list down all the things you liked about this young man, then you could be here for hours.

You had heard about him a couple of years ago, through news reports about a villain group causing chaos throughout the city.

As soon as you saw him. Deku, or later to be identified as Izuku Midoriya, on live television. You were obsessed.

He made you feel warm inside, he made your mind fuzzy, making your heart feel tangled, and complicated in joy. You were obsessed with this feeling.

It started off small, googling his name a couple times a day, looking through articles about his crimes. But soon grew. Soon you were doing full blown research about him, for hours to days at a time.

Through this research you discovered his birthday, his parents names, the middle school he attended, some of his past friends names, his favorite color, his shoe size, his favorite meal, what days he got his clothes washed, and what specific store he went in order to do so, and even what store he bought and ate his meals from. You even found his old childhood home.

You visited the old apartment flat a couple times in person before. No one lived there anymore, and it was mostly empty after the news of his villainous crimes became public. His mom couldn't take the media's prying nature about her son. So in disappointment or maybe shame, she moved away leaving the apartment flat empty.

But even then, all of that wasn't enough you kept pushing it. You would often find yourself watching him and following him. Keeping your distance, ducking behind buildings, and other items to prevent him from catching on. Doing all of this gave you that exhilarating feeling you were craving in your life. And you craved it more and more. You needed more.

Your friends, and family began to notice your lack of attention or care for them. Soon they were becoming concerned about your sudden withdrawal from your own life, in order to have your full attention on something else.

You ignored their concerns, and told them nothing about the thoughts that filled your mind constantly. They wouldn't understand either way, and would just write you off as mentally unwell and you knew that.

You craved seeing and hearing him more everyday. You felt like you would die if you didn't.

So now in the present,

Knowing all this, it's no coincidence that here you were sitting in a bar stool seat, in a trashy hotel bar area. Just a couple of seats away from the man you've been infatuated with for 3 years now.