Villainous Hero

18 | There's No Winning

My living room greeted me harshly. I landed on my face. Again.

I really hate Kurogiri's stupid warp gates.

Instead of getting up and going to my bed like I should have done, the floor feels very comfortable.

I let everything that just happened sink in. The emotions I'm feeling right now, the strength in my body, it's not mine. It was all stolen from another.

I never wanted to kill innocent people. That's one rule I set for myself while being a villain. Now it's done and there's no going back.

I laid out on the plush carpet consumed with grief. Soon though, my depression melted away and sleep replaced it.

The next day Aizawa canceled our training. He claims to have important business to deal with. I assume it has to deal with three of his students in the hospital.

I can't help but feel worried over the three boys. Mostly Todoroki though, if I'm being honest.

My fondness for the boy is irrational. I'm not sure why I have these emotions in the first place.

Sill I worried. Even though he texted me and updated me on their injuries. He also warned me not to tell anyone that we were the ones to take down Stain. He told me about what happened after I ran away. How Midoriya was almost kidnapped by a Nomu. How Stain saved Midoriya.

I kindly asked him to not tell anyone I was there at all. For personal reasons of course. He understood, seeing as legally none of us should have been there.

About my own wounds, I told him the truth. Well, part of it. I explained that wounds were healed by an acquaintance of mine. It was definitely an open-ended answer. Todoroki tried to push me for more details but I told him that I'm busy.

For some reason lying to him feels very wrong. I feel like he would understand if I told him the entire truth.

Which leads me to right now. It's just past noon and I'm in the very place I want to be the least.
All For One's training gym.

"Are you ready to begin now?" All For One asked me in an annoyed voice.

I set my water bottle down and looked on in distaste. I nodded curtly.

"Good, now begin with these three moves." He began to demonstrate something that looked like yoga on crack.

I followed in suit. He continued to do more weird yoga and had me repeat what I saw.

Soon I began to realize that all the strange movements were forming intricate martial art, sort of like a dance. From my reflection in the mirrors I watched myself, the fluid movements looked sort of beautiful.

I almost couldn't believe that a big buff guy like All For One knew how to fight like this. When he did the movements though, it looked so strange.

I bet he knows a lot of useful information, being as old as quirks themselves. Old fart.

"Hey. Why are you teaching me this? Why don't you just give me back my quirk?" I spoke with a hint of hostility.

I swear. Maybe if I pester him enough he'll give in and let me have it back.
I'm prepared to find out how far I have to go to annoy the hell out of him.

"No, you're not ready." Was all he said.

That's not the answer I want.

"Not ready? But Tomura is? You're letting him run around like a toddler. When he cries like one, an entire district is destroyed." I paused for dramatic effect. Mentioning Tomura is a sure way to piss him off.