Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

2. I'm on TV!

Y/N strolled down the street, feeling better than he had in a while. The boy's veins buzzed with adrenaline, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of the quirk-erasing bullets currently in his possession.

People gave him curious glances as he walked past, eyeing him while trying to be discreet. Of course, he could see everybody watching him, and smirked a little. I look kinda weird, he thought to himself.

The fifteen year old was wearing an expensive black suit with mirrored sunglasses, custom fitted and tailored for him. He had the full works - a black patterned tie, a white pocket square and perfectly ironed shirt, a black leather belt with a silver buckle and leather shoes. As well as a shiny silver Rolex that perfectly fitted in with the rest of his outfit. All of this pointed to the obscenely rich, or the kind of smart attire that only the most important businessmen wore.

Yet it was a teen boy wearing it, and admittedly rocking it. His hand held his briefcase loosely, and he walked with a confidence that drew the gaze of everybody around him.

A bad thing about that was it drew the attention of two men smoking outside a newsagents dressed in casual clothing, both of them wearing sunglasses and with baseball caps pulled down low. 

One of them turned a knife over in his pocket, thumbing the point to check its sharpness. He gestured with his head at the seemingly oblivious boy.

The other one nodded, finger curling around the trigger of a cheap pistol in his jacket's pocket, and they both tailed the boy.

Y/N walked fast, humming his favourite song as he moved through the street. He seemed lost in a world of his own, a skip in his step and a smile on his face.

He turned down a side alleyway, nodding his head to the beat of some song in his head. The alley was relatively near the centre of the city, only a few blocks away from the prestigious U.A High School. It was clean (for an alleyway anyway), and seemed to be a dead end.

The smartly dressed boy walked straight to the end of the alley, placing down the briefcase and turning around to look at his two stalkers who had followed him in.

"I'm sorry," Y/N gave a small, shy grin. "Are you guys lost?" He looked completely at ease, and leaned against one of the walls that formed the alleyway. His sunglasses hid the playful look in his eyes, the men only seeing their reflections.

The two men simultaneously pulled out their weapons, the man with the pistol aiming it sloppily at the teen. "Give us everything." The man with the knife creeped closer, gripping his knife tightly.

If they were expecting the boy to look scared, they would be disappointed. Y/N burst out laughing, doubling over. "You guys are too funny..." he said, straightening. "Anyways, where are you trying to go? U.A High School is just down there if you guys are teachers - you look very knowledgeable." 

He gestured in the general direction of the school, eyebrow raised sarcastically.

The men glanced at each other, before the one with the gun cocked it, pointing it at Y/N's leg. "Less of the lip, boy, or else you won't have a leg."

Y/N pouted, looking down at his legs. "But I like them..." He whined. The two robbers looked at each other in confusion, the one with the knife holding the knife close to Y/N in an attempt to threaten him.

Y/N sighed, pushing the flat of the blade away with a finger. The sarcastic expression slipped off his face, being replaced by one of utter malice. "You guys are too dumb." He reached up, taking off his sunglasses with one hand. "I was giving you guys an out, and you didn't take it."

His eyes were glowing bright purple, still energised from his killing spree only an hour ago.

The robbers skittered back, clutching their weapons tightly, before Y/N shook his head like a teacher would do to a naughty child. "Don't bother running now, I can't be bothered to chase you."