ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ɪꜱᴇᴋᴀɪ [BHNA X OP Reader]

•1• The Choice: Hero or Villain?

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You had started playing with Bakugou and Midoriya since your move. It was funny, before Bakugou got his Quirk he was pleasant to be around. A natural born leader, really. He was always guiding the group, Midoriya fell behind in this all but you couldn't exactly fault neither of them. Midoriya for not keeping up or Bakugou, who was a Three year old not really paying attention to his friends.

They were friends.

They laughed and played Hero's together, they invited each other to one another house, "Kaachan! Do you want come over tonight!" Izuku would ask with ball up fist in front of him in excitement, partially bouncing on his heels.

"Yeah!" Bakugou would say back almost as excited as the boy asking. It was nice to watch... and sadder too watch it end.

Bakugou was the first to get his Quirk and suddenly he was the coolest. He had been popular before, but now he was the center of attention.

Kids would crowd around him, if he wasn't being crowded a random kid would run up to him excitedly and ask him to show off his Quirk. Sometimes when he did, you could swear they looked like fireworks being blown off...

Explosions, it was a really cool quirk. Everyone thought so.

Izuku, being a five year old now. He got impatient, you could sometimes see the frustration tears in his eyes as he watched everyone get a Quirk before him. At first it was excitement, "when I get my Quirk-" kind of excitement but now, it was longing, not jealousy. You didn't think the boy was capable of jealousy. You had never seen it. Even so it was the natural reaction for kids and it wasn't like he was throwing a tantrum.

When you got your Quirk you were four, you pouted for days and whined to your parents. It was just, you had expected better: a more heroic Quirk. Something that when people would look at you they'd be dazzled by it. Something profitable. You hated to be a broken record, but like Hawk's Quirk.

It brought up a thought. Maybe you'd make a better villain. Surely you didn't get thrown into this world to be a villain, right? "Ew!" A girl your age had turned her nose up in disgust at the slime monster you had created. It gaged and gargled as it slithered around aimlessly. "You have a Villains Quirk!" A boy shouted out, rudely pointing at you as he ran up from behind the girl.

You frowned before turning your attention back to the pile of mochas that was somehow sentient right now. Slime... it was gross to touch. If you were going to be a villain anyway, why not play the part? So, you threw two handfuls of the slimes goo at them.

The boy gagged, the girl started bawling.

"VILLAIN!" The boy shouted passionately with tears in his eyes before running off. Probably to tell his mother.