"Ya know, for a used to be quirkless loser, he does clean up well." You lolled, sitting on the familar bar counter and kicking your legs childishly as your father looked at your newest victim. Kurogiri had dressed him after you brought him back, now your father tested the strength of your quirk.
Your eyes remained on Midoriya as he stood impatiently. He wore a plain black vest layered over a green button down shirt. White gloves cloaked his hands and a tie dangled around his neck. His pants were neatly ironed and his black loafers shined. It looked like he was about to deal a deck of cards. You couldn't help but giggle. "I did a good job didn't I? Look at him! Corrupt to a tee. I do have to say, it is my best work." You boasted proudly. "Though to be honest, my quirk doesn't work if there's not any good grudges to corrupt in the first place. I can't wait to dig around and pick his little head apart."
Your father cut you off before you could speculate any further. "Don't get ahead of yourself. First the boy-"
"Midoriya." You corrected.
Your father growled at you, to which you snickered, before he continued. "First Midoriya must serve his purpose."
You grinned a wide smile and looked at your father in glee. "Oh! I'm so excited!"
Your father cleared his throat and looked at Midoriya. You watched as Midoriya's eyes locked with his and narrowed. "Midoriya, what is your opinion on... heroes?" He asked.
You quirked a brow and tilted your head. You wondered why he wasn't just getting to the point. Though you knew it was best never to question his methods. "They're incredible." Midoriya answered bluntly.
You felt your muscles stiffen alongside your father, everyone's eyes trained on the green-haired boy. Midoriya smirked before chuckling. "Every hero, no matter how indestructible, can be analyze and taken apart bit by bit until eventually," He removed his hand from his pocket and closed his fist. Throwing his fingers out, he made a distinct "poof" sound.
Your smile broadened as you jumped down from the counter and launched at him. Wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him. "Oh daddy! Can we keep him?! I like this one!" You begged in a childish manner, faking a look of innocence.
Midoriya seemed annoyed with your action but you could tell your father was pleased. "Kurogiri, take (Y/N) and Midoriya to the training hall. I want to test the extents of his strength." He ordered.
"Right away." Kurogiri responded promptly. You watched as his body grew and encompassed both you and your puppet, reappearing not too long after in what you referred to as the 'training hall'. It was more of an abandoned warehouse far away from civilization. As you touched back down on solid ground again, Kurogiri stepped away from you and disappeared. You waved uselessly and beckoned a cheesy, "Goodbye Uncle Kurogiri!!!" before returning your attention to Midoriya.
He seemed both annoyed and intrigued by your odd behavior. Your eyes met his and you revealed a toothy grin. "Hello there Bite-Size All Might." You cooed mockingly. Adjusting your posture you clicked your heels together and folded your arms behind you. Sticking your nose in the air, you proudly strode back and forth as you spoke. "Young Newbie! My name is (Y/N)! However you may address me as Sexy! I am here to be your evaluator! Once I'm satisfied with your evaluation, I will signal Kurogiri with my super secret device and we will go home. Hopefully you won't take long. I have shows to watch."
"Don't call me All Might." He bit sourly. "And why the hell should I listen to you?"
Because I can easily stop every function of your body when you're under my control.
"Because my father and the rest of the League of Villains are your ticket to sweet and/or bitter revenge. I won't judge your preference. I myself prefer my revenge dark chocolate style." You faced him and smiled. "Are you ready?"
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Corrupted (Villain!Midoriya X Reader)
FanficEven evil can foster love, just as your mother had with the villain Tomura Shigaraki, quirk: Decay. You never met her, as she died when giving birth, but your father raised you by himself. It was natural you'd become twisted when surrounded only by...