Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

33. The Little Hero.

"Hello, Y/N."

Shigaraki was dressed in a long black flowing robe with gold buttons, the gold-capped hand from before firmly on his face. A whole host of hands were clamped around his upper body, latched onto his shoulders and arms.

Y/N stopped, listening to the sounds of chaos up ahead.

Shigaraki smiled. "I know full well that you will take the heroes' side in this. Your quirk alone could kill all of my villains in a few minutes."

He wandered closer to Y/N, making the boy take a step back at his utter confidence.

"You're becoming quite the little hero, aren't you? Winning the sports festival, getting so many internship offers, passing the exams with flying colours."

Shigaraki licked his lips.

"You go out with friends now, don't you? You attend lessons like a hero, learn like a hero, train like a hero." He hissed the last word, before pressing his face close to Y/N.

"Yet, despite all that, you insist that you aren't a hero. You say that you're this cold-blooded contract killer who is just waiting for the right moment to strike."

Y/N tried to look him in the eyes, but broke contact. Shigaraki was spot on, after all.

"I see you. You're this pathetic boy who is lying to himself. You aren't waiting for the right moment to attack, you're too weak to. You attend the school not to get information on your targets, but because you see the classmates as your friends."

"You know what they think of you?" Shigaraki's face twitched in anger.

"Your quirk belongs to a villain. No hero can proudly say their quirk kills. And after your stunt on the first day of training, Eraserhead knows that you're a fake."

Shigaraki moved back a bit. "Police will likely come and arrest you as soon as you get back from this camp."

He laughed mirthlessly. "You think you're soooo uncaring, don't you? Well, you're trying to befriend people who will die at your hands, because you're lonely. That just doesn't work."

Y/N was shaken, not meeting Shigaraki's  ruthless red eyes. It was all true after all.

"I'm going to give you five hundred million yen to sit this fight out, and complete your contracts."

The boy stared at the ground. "You don't have that kind of money."

Shigaraki grinned madly. "Who do you think put those contracts on? Not me personally, but the person I work for." The man shook his head admiringly, white hair bouncing.

"He's more powerful than you could ever imagine..."

Y/N spoke up. His voice was subdued, flat. "They're my friends..."

"But you have to kill them, don't you?" Shigaraki opened his arms wide. "Join us. You'll have all the money you'll ever need, and more importantly, you'll have a family."

"Us."

Y/N collapsed. "B-but-"

"No, no buts. You'll be accepted for both your quirk and your personality. No hiding secrets from us. No need to look over your shoulder to make sure you aren't being spied on. No need to be friends with people that you will never fit in with."

"You're a villain. Not a hero."

Y/N lowered his head, and Shigaraki smiled coldly.

"You can go to the building if you want, but after this fight, you go with us."