Made For Ruin //○▪Villain Deku AU▪○//

「2•capture」

"Midoriya, Izuku...Right?" I turned around wondering who this person was. Shockingly it was not anyone that I had ever seen in my life. "C-can I help you?" I finally managed to spit the words out of my mouth. The hooded man smiled, causing his cracked and dry lips to bleed because of the force of such a strange smile. "Why do you think I stopped you?" The young man slid over to Izuku's table and took the seat across from him.

I looked at him uncomfortably, "So what did you want?" He continued to smile at me, "I want to get to know you Midoriya-kun." I didn't know what to do in such a weird situation so I gave him a awkward nod of my head. "Midoriya-kun just random question a question out of pure curiosity," He pointed at his head of dull blue hair "Did you dye it?" I looked at the obscure man, tilting my head in confusion. "Your hair. Did you dye it?" I looked at him just to see if he was joking 'Of all the questions that he could have asked me...did I dye my hair is what you chose?' Regardless, I shook my head, "No sir its natural." He looked astonished, 'Its not like your  blue hair is more common than my dark green hair color.'

"Well no matter, what do think of Heroes?" I tried to think up a response other than, 'Oh yeah I just failed the UA entrance exam and now All Might probably hates me!' I settled on something I would have said around two days ago, "They're cool I guess. They save people and they have super amazing quirks." His response was nodding for about a half minute, "Do you want to be a Hero Midoriya-kun? Your quirk is probably strong enough to get you in a nice high school" I stared at him 'What is with this guy?' I shook my head not wanting to get into any trouble "Sorry sir I have to get home it's going to be dark soon." He locked eyes with mine, "Perhaps, you want to be a villain." I started to get up from my seat but stopped at the sight of his face.

His smile had twisted into a face of utter disgust and annoyance while somehow still managing to continue to keep the composition of a smile. 
He let a heavy breath escape his dry mouth, "All right then." I closed my eyes, preparing for what was to come next. Nothing happened. I sighed in relief, I opened my eyes I couldn't see much in the cold damp room. Startled at the sudden change of environment I tried to put my hand over my mouth in shock, an feeble attempt at a annoying habit that I have had for many years. It was then I had realized that I had been tied to the bottom of a barstool. 'Not even the top of a chair' I thought in confusion 'Kinda unprofessional....'

The man from the coffee shop was standing in front of me I could tell it was him immediately, his dull blue hair was too unique too hide. "Midoriya after closer examination of your files I learned that you don't actually have a quirk." I was disturbed by the fact that he had a presumably confidential file containing my personal information. "And so I thought to myself why don't I give you one." I shook my head 'No! I have a quirk!' Despite the rope burns it was giving me, I not wanting another useless quirk was determined to escape my restraints. The bluenette looked at me with a look of pure confusion that obviously said, what sort of kid doesn't want a quirk? "Kid, I'm giving you a chance to be normal damn it! what sort of shitty life do you want live?" I furiously yelled over and over even though my mouth had been gagged with a cloth. 'I ALREADY HAVE A QUIRK I DON'T NEED ANOTHER ONE!' That one phrase was stuck on loop in my head.

I looked up just as my kidnapper kicked me over my head, "Fuck hospitality! No more of this nice shit! Whether you like it or not I'm giving you a quirk!" I looked up at him in fear. 'I DON'T NEED ANOTHER QUIRK AND I DON'T WANT ANOTHER ONE ANYWAYS!' I watched my captor walk over to a shelf filled with countless viles and syringes. He grabbed a syringe willed with a muddy green-orange liquid and strutted back over to where I was tied. I looked at the drug in fear. I always had a fear of needles and never liked getting shots at the doctors office and one look at how thick the needle was enough to make me break into silent tears. Those tears turned into screams of pure agony as he plunged the syringe into my arm. I started to feel dizzy, soon afterwards I blacked out.