Control (BHNA x Female Villain Reader)

What is a Hero?

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Y/N pov

As I recline in the plush leather seat, the city continues to rush by. It's been a while since I've traveled anywhere in a car; after all, at this point, I can get anywhere faster with all my quirks. But as I sit back with my favorite drink in a cup holder nearby in a fully air-conditioned area, I realize I've really missed driving places. There are a bunch of luxuries you miss out on as a wanted criminal.

A Rolls-Royce, Momo really does have all the best stuff; I'll have to get one of these eventually. Maybe Grian knows someplace I can get a supped-up version; he does have his fingers on the underworld's pulse. I'll ask him the next time he drops by, 'Uncle' Grian always comes bearing gifts. It's a shame he is defiantly in bed with the LOV, but he plays his cards close to his chest; I doubt anyone could get info from him. I would place him under my control, but he helped me and Dabi back in the day, so I've got nothing but respect for him. Oh well, what to do.

"-then, to properly create a staff, the configuration would be," Oh yeah, speaking of Momo, my adorable friend is currently having a breakdown next to me.

I take a sip of my drink and take in the exquisite view as she rifles through stacks upon stacks of papers. She usually presents herself as a put-together, highly competent lady, but around me, she's happy to drop the rich girl act. As I lean against the window, I try to calm her down. "It's just a hero exam Momo."

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I've been completely ignored... why do I even bother. As Momo continues to panic, I can't help but smile at her antics. She hasn't changed, still the same Hedgehog from kindergarten... the first friend I ever had. She could do with some more self-confidence. Even back then, she would always just go with the flow. Nevertheless, it's been fun, acting like I'm still some normal girl hanging out with her friend. Yet every moment of joy I've had disgusts me... every feeling of warmth is drowned out by the memories of my family's cold bodies.

I tried to talk her out of going to U.A. High, but I can't just come out and say, 'Hey Momo, remember how I went missing for eight years? Well, I've been rooming with a guy named Dabi, who's also the "dead" son of the number 2 hero since my family died. Also, we're behind the Dominus killings, I'm spying on the whole country, and the two of us will burn the whole world and its lies because it's a corrupt heaping pile of shit, oh and we have daddy issues... by the way, want to join because we're friends teehee.'

I don't want to hurt Momo, and I refuse to take her free will away... never again. Then the only thing I can do is keep her safe and try to convince her to join me later. That goes for the other kids as well; it's not as though I hate them; best case scenario, they join me and help me change society. Dabi would still kill Shoto, but boys will be boys... or something like that.

Regardless I won't allow any of them to stop me. It's not like the HPSC's (Hero Public Safety Committee) hands are clean. Why should mine be?

As we drive past the Hero Academy, I glimpse some familiar faces. It seems Midoriya and Kacchan got into another little argument; I also saw some of the students I was tailing over the last 9 months. Based on my preliminary research, I'm confident that I know which people will make it past the entrance exam.

Momo practically has her name written on a seat in class 1-a. I should be happy for her, but she's walking right into All For One crosshairs. Not like he could do anything to her with me around, but still, I'm praying on Broccoli Boy's downfall so he lands in 1-b, and I won't have to worry that much about Momo.

The car pulled over in front of the testing ground for the recommendation students, and the two of us gave a small thank you to the driver as we exited. While Momo scrambles to get all her materials out with her, I take my time and survey the testing grounds with the help of my spies. But I caught the attention of the crowd of teens as a few began to stare in my direction.