Welcome to the Villain World Izuku! (Villain!Deku) (MyHeroAcademia)

Disgust of one's own Being

Also there is a oc in this. But this is not a self insert oc, this is just a oc to move the story along. Also the oc dies right at the start, so you don't really have to worry. I know, I hate when people include oc's in canon stories at times too.(Also I couldn't bring myself to kill a canon character) But please don't worry! And also if you do make oc's in a real story, I won't judge you, it's just I prefer no oc's.

Also you guys are going to figure out this timeline of this story. In each chapter will be a, "?", months ago. Every time Kacchan takes out his phone to see how long it's been is your guy's checkpoint. I'll also write each chapter's time lapse, such as example, "In chapter one Kacchan said it's been three days." I'll write them down, and you guys will have to figure it out (Like I said) It's actually really easy. Also in every chapter i'll do what happened six months ago. And eventually everything will go back to the present! I'm hoping around chapter ten or so. I'm also trying to make my stories longer and more fulfilling to my readers, and to make my stories not plain and you could easily see what's coming next! Anyways, thank you!

-Welcome to the Villain World Part 3-

"?" months ago

"Please save him!" Izuku cried out as he crawled toward a small, limp body. The body was a small boy that had ginger hair, orange freckles, and only wore measly shorts. The boy was breathing heavily as blood poured out of the many lashes on his poor, fragile body. The boy's eyes were a fading green as second by second he neared death.

The walls were hard stone as the floor was once again jagged rock. It seemed like a cell, but yet there were no bars and no lights. The room only had eerie darkness and you could only smell the sour taste of dried and new blood. Such a disgusting smell.

"Please anyone!" Izuku cried out once more, feeling a tight lump escalating in his throat. Izuku's dull, and paranoid green eyes that used to have so much light and happiness was frantically searching around the room. His own blooded hands scratching against the rocks as he continued to search for anything to help. But yet nothing was found.

"Do you see Izuku?" A familiar, monotone voice called out. The voice growled in annoyance and disgust but beneath that was concern. (After all not every villain can watch a innocent child bleed out to death)

"Now i'm sure you see." Another familiar, lustful voice said coldly within the shadows, but even the girl voice was stained with hesitance.

"That this boy died by the heroes failing to save him."

"Shut up!"

-line break-

Kacchan was at his dining room table, his ember eyes looking more weary than usual. The room had two windows to the right as the city lights shone through, the floor was a fluffy white carpet, the walls oak wood along with the wooden chairs and the table Kacchan was currently sitting at.

Sizzles and other noises went off in the other room beside the dining area, as Kacchan boredly hummed. Kacchan was currently waiting for dinner.

But he was horribly bored.

His mind racing with endless thoughts and questions. Just the other day they took this awesome field trip to a hero camp that truly teached Kacchan a lot, and then-well then it wasn't fun. Even though it had experience everyone was still worried about Izuku.

Izuku.

That name rampaged through Kacchan's head and left a foul and sour taste in his mouth. However without hesitance Kacchan whipped his phone out from his jean pocket and turned it on.

Still. No. News.

It's been three weeks.

Six months ago

Izuku stared at the textbook in complete shock, his mouth slightly opened, his skin paler than snow, and eyes fully widened.

"Hey Izuku are you alright over there?" Aizawa called from the front of the classroom.

Immediately after Aizawa said that all attention was on Izuku panicked state. Everyone was looking at Izuku, eyes filled with pity and concern. However Izuku didn't notice this as everything spun and closed up on him.

"Izuku?" Aizawa asked again his voice now smothered in concern.

"I-i'm fine!" Izuku stammered.

"You sure?" Iida called from the other part of classroom.

"Y-yeah!" Izuku said nervously again.

Dead silence. A tone which was truly uncomfortable for the classroom. But no one wanted to question anything anymore, and went back to their work. Izuku's mind felt blank, a mess of thoughts swirling in his brain like a tornado.

Why my father?

Did my mother know?
Why didn't she tell me?!

Izuku stirred in his seat as his breath was pretty uneven, but concentrated on his textbook to avoid the many glances of his concern classmates and friends. Izuku somehow felt ashamed. How dare he be in a hero classroom? His father was a criminal, a villain. Sooner or later Izuku knew, someone would land on that damn page and find out everything. And then everyone will just look at him with disgust. Izuku shifted in his seat again, as everyone continued to send worry glances at him.

'Stop looking at me!' Izuku begged in his head as he shivered slightly. But yet everyone continued to notice the state which he was in and just look at him with pure concern, even Kacchan and Todoroki was glancing up at him.

'If they learned about it, would they still be looking at me with pure concern? Or pure disgust and hatred?' Izuku questioned, his bones feeling weak with anticipation.

For the rest of the class Izuku continued to space out and get lost in his many, many, dark thoughts. Until finally a bell rang, motioning for the students to grab their bags for lunch and what not.

"Ok everyone I hope you have a clear idea on what villains you want to do! Also don't make this assignment half-assed! I promise you this a good portion of your grade. Learning about villains and seeing their weaknesses will strongly help you in battle!" Aizawa said in an announcement, and everyone nodded in reply. (Well, not Izuku)

Everyone started to walk towards the exit, breaking into conversations. Izuku stood to take his bag when he was abruptly stopped by Aizawa who was now in front of his desk.

"Izuku." Aizawa started, sighing heavily.

"Y-yeah?" Izuku replied nervously.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"O-of course!" And with that said Izuku walked past Aizawa and into the hallways.

-Line break-

It was lunch time, and of course everyone was eating in the cafeteria. Well not, Todoroki. He eats after school, and he doesn't want nor need to conversate with any of his peers. So he was, outside the school grounds and enjoying the summer breeze and heat. He sat down on the green, grass and looked up at the blue, ocean sky and white fluffy clouds. The breeze ruffled his hair and slightly moved his clothes and tie as a few leaf's flew by.

Todoroki liked to look up at the clouds, it seemed to clear his mind every here and there when he needed it. Such when his dad showed up, and especially when his mother had to go to the mental hospital. (And for pouring hot water on Todoroki face)

But this time he was wondering about something else, Izuku. Why was he so pale this class period? He was fine in the start of the class. So what's wrong with him now?' Todoroki thought.

Sighing Todoroki turned to the beat up textbook that laid in the grass next to him and pulled it up to his lap and looked down at it. He might as well get this dumb assignment done before it becomes to much of a hassle. So he flipped at pages until he landed on page, 453.

"The Flame Thrower."

Age-?

Location-?

Name- Airi Midoriya

Wait a minute...

Cliffhanger? Anyways don't worry though, i'll be updating again soon! And hopefully make this longer.