𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘚 •𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚•

All Fucking Might

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of abuse

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Once Himiko left, (Y/n) quickly fumbled with the ropes, finally pulling them off. He sighed in relief, standing and stretching his stiff limbs. He rushed over to the corner of the room, rummaging through his backpack until his fingers grasped his cell phone. He carefully turned it on. To his horror, the battery was at seven percent. Panicked, he opened his messages, skimming through the fifty plus worried messages from Jirou. He let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. From what he gathered, Jirou was planning on notifying the authorities about his disappearance. And if he was going to become a villain now, that couldn't happen. He didn't have much time to think, as his battery percentage was creeping lower and lower. Finally, he put together a solid excuse.

In his text, he explained to Jirou that he had enough and decided to run away. He told her not to worry and not to tell any authorities, because he was already far from his hometown and he didn't want to go back. He promised he would keep contact, but he had to go quickly because his phone's percentage was too low. He kept his messages open for another minute, seeing that Jirou came online. She began typing, and (Y/n) crossed his fingers, hoping that his phone's battery would last long enough to see her message. After another minute or so, her message came through, and (Y/n) visibly relaxed. He smiled and began to read her message, which read:

"you had me scared shitless. i was losing my fucking m i n d dude. never do that again. i thought you were dead fr and i woulda been joining you in the afterlife my guy. good thing you reached out now tho becs i was just about to file a missing report. i hope you're surviving well out there right now. be careful. get a phone charger asap and keep in contact or i'll beat you. good luck and stay safe. i'll miss you here. and don't worry, i won't tell your dad. he didn't seem to care that you were missing anyway"

"Typical All Might..." He muttered as he read the message. He considered typing a long response, but his one percent battery life convinced him otherwise. Instead, he opted for just sending a heart before his phone died. He let out a loud sigh, collapsing on the floor and sprawling his limbs. He stared at the ceiling, smiling and thinking about everything that was going on, because it sure was a lot. He had just become a villain, after all. Although, he didn't exactly know what that entailed. What was the whole idea of being a villain anyway? After some thought, (Y/n)'s eyes widened and he sat up quickly.

"That's it..!" He exclaimed, looking down at his hands. "The whole point of being a villain... It's just making a statement! It's sharing your opinions with the public..." He thought for another moment. What he realized was, he shared his opinions with people a lot. He talked about how fucked he thought the hero society was and how he wished someone would step up and do something about it. How could he have been so dense?? He was the one who could step up and do something. He was the son of the number one hero, after all! Yet nobody ever seemed to listen to his arguments. No matter how much evidence he provided, everybody refused to listen to what he had to say about the hero society. "I'll make them listen... I'll make them regret never fucking listening to me before now. It's their own fault... They made me a villain, and they're gonna pay for it..." 

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"I really don't have time for the likes of you." (Y/n)'s jaw slacked and he leaned back against the wall of the run-down bar that the League of Villains called their base.

"That's funny of you." The leader's sharp gaze locked onto (Y/n)'s, seemingly unimpressed.

"You wanna explain how you think that's funny, kid?" He shrugged, looking to Himiko, who stood at his right, then to the male at his left, whose face and arms were covered in purple skin grafts.