Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

Angel Released (One Shot)

This has no connection/impact on the actual storyline. It is just an imagined scenario, a 'what if'. 

Y/N reached class just as the bell was ringing, his face relaxing with relief as he ran through the corridors. Even though lessons were about to start, something was off. No students walked the corridors. As Y/N passed a few classes, he found all the students already sitting obediently at their desks. A few classrooms were completely empty. 

Through his own classroom's window, he spotted Aizawa, just getting out of his sleeping bag. The rest of the students were in their normal seats, but as Y/N pushed through the door, there was a gasp that circled round the room and echoed slightly as every set of eyes fixed on him.

Aizawa was out of his sleeping bag in less than a second. He immediately faced Y/N, usually tired eyes dark with hostility.

Y/N frowned, glancing around the classroom at his fellows. They were pent up, some looking at him with confusion, others hate, others pure fear. What's going on? He tried to meet Todoroki's eyes, but the boy simply ignored him. 

"Don't take another step."

Y/N felt something wrong with the situation, but he just shrugged, moving forward towards his designated seat. It's too early for this...

Aizawa's eyes glowed red, and Y/N paled as he realised what the teacher was doing. "You're using your quirk on me?" The man didn't reply, moving right in front of him and blocking his path.

As an experiment, Y/N reached into his school bag to take out a pencil, and tried to push power into it. It didn't work at all. In fact, Y/N couldn't feel the energy usually inside of him. Why was he doing this? A sudden test? 

Jeez, his quirk is something different.

"Stop moving! Class 1-A, quirks ready!" Aizawa's voice was loud and commanding. The class hastily readied for battle, quirks active. Explosions blossomed around Bakugo's palms, and they all assumed battle stances. 

The boy raised his hands, retreated to the door, and leaned against it innocently. "Why is all of this going on?"

There was a knock on the door Y/N was leaning on and the teen moved aside obediently, allowing a portly police officer to enter. As soon as he spotted the man's dark blue uniform, his face paled. 

oh god.

The officer adjusted a hat on his head, backing away from Y/N and towards the students, all of which were tense. Bakugo had his hands out, and Tokoyami's Dark Shadow reared above his head. Midoriya's hands were glowing with energy, and even Mineta had his sticky balls in his hands. None of them looked at him the same way as they had before. 

The man spoke in a posh accent that made Y/N want to throw up. "We have gathered enough evidence to convict you, Y/N L/N, of over sixty murders, and suspect you of over three hundred."

Y/N frowned. "Oh, you must have the wrong guy." His mind was racing. I need to get out. But how? I can't use any of my abilities...

"The Angel of Death? You chose your hero name as Shinigami, if I'm not mistaken, which literally means Angel of Death."

"I... admire the Angel's work." Y/N's mind was racing, but he played it cool, leaving back against the door again. His eyes scanned the room frantically. What to do, what to do? 

"I'm afraid you're under arrest. You will be sent straight to Tartarus, with a police and hero escort." The officer looked almost apologetic, and Y/N glanced at Aizawa.

He's still suppressing my quirk. I've got to get him out of the fight first, then I have a chance.

Several pro heroes burst through the door, knocking a disgruntled Y/N to the floor. "Where is he?! We got the alert!"