Fallen Angel (BNHA x male villain reader)

8. The Hero License

Nobody noticed as Y/N took a leisurely stroll across the U.A campus, staying off the paths and keeping to the trees and grass.

That probably made him stand out more.

But nobody really seemed to be around - Y/N spotted no teachers and no students as he made his way to the residential area behind the main school building.

They're probably all in lessons. Or on breaks. But he still didn't see any signs that people were in school, not even students walking to separate music lessons or doing random stuff.

He checked the signs for each of them, realising that he had no clue which class Suneater was in.

So he just randomly went into one of the buildings that said Class 2-B, Hero Course. "They all look the same anyway."

It was dimmer than outside, and Y/N made his way through an empty common area, climbing up a set of stairs and arriving at what he thought was a row of student rooms.

He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he wanted to know what was going on here in the student buildings anyway.

He peered inside a few, finding wildly different styles in each.

Y/N came to the sixth room on that floor and cracked open the door to take a look around.

It was dark inside, and as he poked his head in there was a soft voice. "Hello?"

Y/N froze.

"Is there anybody there?" It was a boy's voice, hoarse and quiet.

It couldn't hurt to ask where everybody is, surely?

Y/N pushed open the door the rest of the way, letting small amounts of light pass into the room.

"Hi."

There was a cough, and the boy spoke again. "Can you turn on the lights? I can't see you."

Y/N did so, flicking on a switch next to the door and lighting up the room.

The boy was lying in bed with the blankets pulled up all the way to his chin, with light greyish-brown hair sticking out. He gazed at Y/N with confused eyes, and Y/N realised they were different colours - amber with a hint of brown.

He coughed again, hacking like he was tearing his throat out. "Drop the costume, please."

Y/N did as he asked, placing a hand on his mask and dissolving into dust.

"Why are you here, but nobody else is?"

The boy's eyes had widened upon seeing Y/N's glowing purple eyes.

He scrambled out of his blankets, pressing his back to the wall. He was dressed in comfy-looking pyjamas, and pointed with a shaking hand at Y/N.

"Are you... you're that guy."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, speaking slowly. "I'm that guy?"

"T-the guy that Nezu told us to watch out for. The Angel of Death."

Y/N laughed out loud, making the boy practically merge with the wall as he tried to get further away.

They actually warned the students I'm someone to watch? I'm both flattered and insulted at the same time.

"Please don't hurt me..."

Y/N just sighed. "I'm not that kind of villain, idiot. I just want my money." He looked around the room quickly. "By the way, what's your name?"

"S-Shun Hashimoto."

Y/N nodded. "So where is everybody?"

The boy frowned. "What do you mean everybody?" His voice was rapidly steadying, which was surprising for someone faced with a killer.