Corrupted (Villain!Midoriya X Reader)

Chapter 10

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(How do y'all feel about a Point of View switch?)

(Y/N)'s body appeared between All Might and Izuku without a second to spare. Her speed was so inhumanely quick, it was almost as if this were the first time she'd ever truly been motivated.

Desperate cries rang out in unison, but no one could stop what happened. Izuku's fist cracked through the air, the pure air pressure enough to knock any trained hero off their feet. Then it hit her. (Y/N)'s body almost instantly fell limp, even before contact, and the cold purple hue that drowned Izuku's eyes disappeared. Like a rag doll, her body sailed through over the battle, a momentary still from both ends as they watched.

A pained, crackling voice screamed out, Tomura panicking in the instant he saw his only daughter so... lifeless. The world seemed deafs as a number of heroes jumped to catch her in flight, the others taking the opportunity to apprehend as many villains as they could. Kurogiri quickly took Tomura and wisked him away, leaving the Nomu behind to fend off a losing battle.

The students she'd met, though some bitter and some kind, rushed to try to peered at the fallen girl. And then there stood Izuku.

Silent in the midst of the field and fallen in the very spot from where he struck her. His eyes, blinded by tears as he choked on his own wailing. "S-She was good." He stuttered. "What've I done?"

All Might placed his hand on his protege's shoulder, shaking his head. "You did nothing wrong, Young Midoriya. It's just, that she did what she thought was right..."

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You didn't register the pain before black painted you blind, only a vague image to clue you as to what happened. Two, tearing, green eyes.

You limb felt limp as cold air rushed over, the echoes of gasp and screaming like lashes to your damaged ears. But in your mind it was quiet. You smiled.
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[Some Time later]
You sat alone in the quiet, blqck room... again. Your eyes felt stale and dry as they remained permanently glued to a hopelessly boring ceiling. Your motion was limited and robotic with pain. No one visited you in the room, but you feared that someone would. You feared it would be someone you should remember.

You hadn't heard anyone's voice since you sat there, nor had you seen anyone. You blinked, almost hearing the faint crinkle of dry skin rubbing against one another. All you remembered were those crying green eyes, and a knotting, twisting guilt that came with.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound could come from your parched lips. You closed your mouth and your eyes, face screwing up as pain welled in your chest.

'Is this punishment? What did I do?'

You thought. Tears welled in your eyes, the new wetness stinging, before finally overflowing and drizzling down your cheek. The same green eyes greeted you, and you fought back your lonely sobbing.