What makes a villain?

29 I hate you Arson

Izuku POV

I'm playing with Arson again and teaching him a few tricks. I'm so absorbed in it, and Arson seems to be having fun. He really comes off more like a playful dog than a monster created just to kill.

Me: Who's a good boy? Yes, you're a good boy, such a very good boy.

Aizawa-sensei: Midoriya.

I hadn't even seen him because I was so focused on playing with Arson.

Aizawa-sensei: Midoriya!

He scared me to death. I jump up, and Arson catches me in his arms. Then he looks over at Aizawa-sensei and growls at him.

Aizawa-sensei: Okay, okay, understood, just don't scare do that again. A Nomu who's tried to kill me is already enough; I don't need another one. So, have you eaten, Midoriya?

Me: Uh, yeah?

Aizawa-sensei: Why does that sound more like a question than an answer? Have you eaten?

Me: I've eaten.

Aizawa-sensei: Oh really? Where?

Me: Kurogiri gave me something?

I haven't actually seen him until now. I'm just trying to get away with it.

Aizawa-sensei: I didn't even know he was here; I thought he was on the mission against the Hero Commission. He can't really be in two places at once, can he teleport?

Me...

Aizawa-sensei: Forget it, he can. Let me rephrase the question: can he be in two places at once?

Me: He left something in the fridge for me to get while he's gone?

Aizawa-sensei: Oh, really? And you went to the fridge all by yourself and willingly got the food?

Me: Yes?

Does that sound so unrealistic?

Aizawa-sensei: I'm getting you something to eat, and just don't dare to not eat.

Me: Why isn't Kurogiri here helping with the portals? He can do that from here.

Aizawa-sensei: He has to make a lot of portals with a lot of coordinates, and it's pretty hard to concentrate while someone is killing himself in the background.

Me: (murmurs) With some good headphones, he could probably ignore it. Did you know most people cheer on quirkless people to commit? So it shouldn't be a problem for him to just ignore me.

Aizawa-sensei: *Sigh* It's hard to ignore someone who's commiting in the background while focusing on your own quirk, I meant it's hard to stop someone who's getting killed while carrying out a mission; no one will ignore you.

Me: (murmurs) How does he even have ears? can wear headphones? He must have some ears, but where? Maybe he doesn't have ear flaps, but maybe it's like with birds? But he doesn't have a quirk that resembles those of birds. Can he maybe not hear at all? Or are his ears hidden behind that mess? Maybe he hears with his eyes.

Aizawa-sensei: It's annoying. Really. But somehow I have to deal with it at the moment.

Me: Oh I forgot you are here.

Aizawa-sensei: Sit at the bar, and I'll get you something to eat.

Me: I'm already in... hey.

Arson seriously picked me up and set me at the counter.

Aizawa-sensei: Pfff-

Arson starts licking my face.

Me: Hahaha, stop it. I'm ticklish... Arson! Hahahahaha. Help! Hahahaha. Da-Aizawa... Aizawa! I said Aizawa!

Arson stopped, and so everyone could see I turned bright red. Aizawa buried his head like a turtle in his scarf and more or less fled.

Me: Oh my god, I want to die. That was so embarrassing.

Arson looks at me as if to say, "I already know that." Is there anything other than this urgent wish for death that borders on an obsession? Is there anything else in life that you wish for? Because it's pretty silly that your only wish is to be dead.

Me: Don't look at me like that.

Aizawa-sensei places a plate full of cookies in front of me.

Me: Cookies?

Aizawa-sensei: I don't want to accidentally poison you. And I can only make coffee. And I'm sure that's not what you'll get, so it's just cookies.

Me: Oh, you know, you could really try to cook something; it wouldn't kill anyone.

Aizawa-sensei: No, I know you'd somehow find a way to poison yourself, and I'm afraid you might succeed. Last time, I burned a house down when I tried to cook.

Me: Wow, really? That's soo cool, teach me your ways!

Aizawa-sensei: No

Me: Oh come on aren't you a teacher

Aizawa-sensei: so you see me as a teacher

I throw a cookie at him