Fallen Angel (BNHA x male villain reader)

1. The League (Part 2)

Y/N took a short shower in a tiny bathroom, changing into an outfit Shigaraki had picked out for him. It wasn't the cleanest place, but after a few days of nothing but thinking and sadness, it was the perfect thing for Y/N to get back into focus.

Somehow the man had got his hands on Y/N's quirk-enhanced cloak that he'd last worn weeks ago. 

Everything fit him well, if a little bit looser than he liked.

Some grey boots that went up past Y/N's ankles, with black work trousers tucked into the top of the shoes.

Y/N wore a long-sleeve black shirt, putting the cloak over it. His right arm was useless, and he frowned deeply as he struggled to wear the cloak.

He gave up, holding the enhanced material in his good hand as he left the bathroom and returned back to the main bar area.

Most of the league was there besides Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

A thought hit Y/N. "Hey, how long have I been here?"

"About five days."

"Has there been any news yet on the training camp?" Y/N was curious how it had gone down with the public. I mean, two students disappearing is a big thing.

"They apologised yesterday in public, and they look absolutely stumped on what to do! They're lost right now, those idiots."

Dabi and Compress seemed to have calmed down a bit, and upon seeing Y/N, the black-haired man immediately rose to his feet. He wordlessly took the cloak from the boy and helped him put it on, finishing it with a simple angel-shaped clasp.

Y/N felt shivers race down his spine as Dabi's hands deftly assisted him, doing up the clamp and smoothing down the fabric.

They're not just villains, are they...

They care. 

Dabi looked as serious as Todoroki could get. "How is your arm?"

Y/N looked at the appendage. "It doesn't work, but it also doesn't hurt."

"Good."

Y/N took a moment to glance around the bar. "I was wearing a mask when I came here..."

Dabi nodded thoughtfully. "Kurogiri took it off you - there wasn't a hole for you to breathe out of and you were suffocating."

He shrugged. "It disappeared into dust a few seconds after."

Y/N thanked Dabi, concentrating as he held out his hand. Cmon, please say that I still have it.

He was rewarded by black dust seeping from all corners of the room, only becoming noticeable when it grouped up.

The dust came to Y/N's palm, solidifying into a simple black mask with both eye holes and a breathing hole.

Y/N's eyebrow raised as he thought, and the boy stroked a hand along the surface of the mask, most of the dust coming off and making the mask extremely thin.

He put it on his face, where it fit so well it looked like a second skin, and looked down at the material in his hand.

It elongated, becoming thinner and longer in his hand as a small blade emerged from the sphere of dust.

He clenched his hand, forming a handle, and extra material seeped out of his fist to form a handguard. Y/N was left with a small knife, and his mask.

The boy felt a swell of confidence rise in him, and smiled again, enjoying the simple show of happiness.