Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

32. Training Camp (Part 3)

Y/N couldn't remember how he'd got into his dorm room bed.

Last thing he knew, he was swinging around his fancy new weapon while standing in the midst of the trees that were sacrificed to make them.

And now he had woken up with a bowl of warm curry next to him, still slightly steaming and filling the room with its scent.

Kota was sitting across from him on Todoroki's bed, scowling as he watched Y/N prop himself up on his elbow.

"Good, you're awake. Can I go now?"

Y/N looked around the room. "Where was the sword I had earlier?"

It was nowhere in sight, and Kota shrugged. "Don't know what you're on about - I wasn't there while you were training. Heard it was definitely not how a hero was supposed to train."

"Got that right." Y/N held out his hand, concentrating and trying to pull the energy towards him.

A few seconds passed of him looking like a fool, then specks of black dust seeped in under the door, making Kota's eyes widen in fear. "What is that?"

Y/N smiled. "Something really, really fun."

More black dust followed, grouping together in a ball in Y/N's palm that quickly grew in size.

Y/N ended up holding a beach ball sized sphere of black dust, the whole thing inexplicably held together. "What kind of weapon do you find the coolest?"

Kota thought for a second. He wasn't frowning as bad as he was before. Actually, he looked sort of curious.

"Maybe... an axe?"

Y/N nodded, focusing and gesturing to Kota to watch as the dust shifted around in his hand, forming a shaft and a single sided axe head.

The axe shaft was wide enough to comfortably fit in Y/N's hand, long as his forearm. It was a beautiful thing, the axe head and handle seamlessly blending into one another.

"I don't think there's enough material to make a full sized battleaxe, but this is a tomahawk." Y/N held the axe up in one hand, passing it to Kota carefully.

"It's a throwing axe. Don't touch the blade, it's ridiculously sharp."

Kota nodded obediently, staring down at the weapon in his hands with awe.

"Try tossing it at the wall."

The small boy glanced up at Y/N incredulously. "What?"

"Do it."

Kota shrugged, tossing the axe sloppily at the wall. It turned handle over blade, doing a full rotation before it made contact and cut straight through the wall.

Y/N swore as the axe whistled out of sight, holding out his hand and watching as the cloud of dust flew through the newly made hole. "Uh, yeah. I'll keep it in a ball for now."

The boy was looking at the hole fearfully. "You aren't going to tell on me, are you?"

"Of course not, it was my bad. Besides, I'm always down for a bit of fun."

Kota nodded, and Y/N pushed himself to a sitting position.

The boy looked hesitant. "What did you mean when you said you weren't a hero?"

Y/N's eyes lit up. "You still remember that?" He looked Kota dead in the face. "Basically, I don't particularly want to be a pro hero when I grow up. Looks so boring."

"That's different to me, but okay I guess."

"The hero life would be way too... restricting. I want to live life to the fullest, you know? And being shackled by those laws and the public image would be horrible."