What Could've Been (Villain Deku Au) (discontinued)

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(A/N: This chapter was written by -Tokumei, a really gay angst writer.)

The bitter December wind caused a slight shiver from Shoto, who is wearing only a thin baby pink jacket. Icy raindrops hit his face and dampened his bi-coloured beautiful hair as he walked peacefully down the empty, black streets. Bright, warm yellow streetlights shone above certain paths helping him to not trip over his own feet as he paced along.  Shoto spots a suspicious looking man in a dark hoodie and a black balaclava; His hood is up and he's treading wearily, constantly looking behind or around him.

Choosing to ignore it, he shoves his earbuds deeper into his red, blushing, cold ears and speeds up his pace to a fast walk.  Around ten minutes later footsteps are heard directly behind him and he stops dead in his tracks. Cautiously, Shoto turns his head round to find the man, completely dressed in black staring at him straight in the eyes, watching his every move precisely.

"Todoroki Shoto" he states monotinouly, little to no emotion held in his slightly hoarse voice.
"Aspiring hero? Attends UA?"

Shoto nods slowly, not wanting to make any sudden moves or do anything he could regret later. He watches the man carefully, witty of the unknown. He pulls the ear buds out of his ears, wearily putting them back into his pocket. The man, having been watching his slow movements, tuts in exasperation.

"I should kill you right where you stand, treason isn't acceptable here, Todoroki Shoto." The man's monotone voice echoes through the empty street. Small droplets of rain start to fall, dividing Todrokis attention span slightly. He was never fond of the rain. But regardless, he found himself examining the rough figure in front of him. He held the presence similar to that of a lowlife crackhead.

"What?" Todoroki asks, cursing the cold as he dug his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, aware of the man stepping closer as he opened his mouth to speak once more.

"You play by the laws of a hero, but go against the one most important. You're dating a villain, aren't you?" He asks, his boots roughly hitting the cemented pavement. Todoroki felt the heat emit from his right side, and the familiar cold piercing from the left. He was in no mood for fake authority bullshit today.

"Sadly not, sorry to ruin the stalker investigation you have going on there, but I'm single, and quite lonely. If you see any cute guys, make sure to hit me up." He says, smirking as the man tuts,  stopping inches away from Todoroki's face.

"You're disgusting." He spat in the others face, Todoroki's sly smirk dropped as he watched the man circle him, in what was meant to be an intimidating trance.

"I wonder, Todoroki, how your father would feel about all this..." The man's husky voice trailed off, as he was deep in thought, a taunting aura. Todoroki's hand twitched by his side, as he held back his own growing anger.

"I wonder, anonymous stalker, what kind of rock have you been living under? I don't give two shits what that fiery bastard thinks of me." Todoroki says calmly, his cold tone taking the other by little surprise.

"Your father, he's the number one hero. You should have some respect, being his son and all." The man says, a smile pulling at his discrete features.

"He's not a number one hero, he's a number one cunt. Besides, if I wanted a shitty, irrelevant opinion I would ask a particular grape bastard that reads hentai in the middle of my English classes." Todoroki says in a spiteful manner, having enough of this crap, and barging past the other in an attempt to leave.

He was not however, expecting a sudden stabbing pain in his shoulder. A cement spike shot straight through his torso, piercing his muscle like paper. Instinctively, ice shot out at the man, taking him by no surprise as it's immediately blocked by a thick cement wall.

Some sort of solid manipulation quirk.

"You're going to be locked up, with the rest of the villain scum." The man says, an inner Russian accent breaking through his facade. Todoroki eyed him suspiciously, his hand covering his shoulder, in a tight grasp.

"You're not from here, are you?" Todoroki asked, assessing his surroundings carefully and searching for some sort of get-away. His head turned towards the buildings surrounding him, as he got a sudden idea. Ice shot up in front of him, taking the appearance of a protective barrier as cement daggers shot in his direction. Any thinner, and the ice barrier would have broken, and he would have become a dart target.

His right side ignited in a familiar hellflame, as he glared holes into the man's face. With his blood circulation increasing, he felt a sense of dizziness from the blood loss. He shot fire at the man, not intending to kill him, just enough to faze him. Sadly, this wasn't the case. Another dagger pierced his leg, and he let out a hiss.

It was dangerous, as he lost more blood by the second, but he no longer had a choice. He shot a glacier at the man, before shooting himself up in the air, and over the building. Daggers were thrown at him, and one barely grazed his cheek, before he made it over the building. But the fun didn't stop there.

Out of breath, and dangerously bleeding, he ran for his life. His feet pounded the dirty floor of a trashy alleyway, as he headed towards a familiar location. His head began to spin immensely, and his palms grew sweaty, he wondered how it was to have a quirk like Bakugo's. His eyes went out of focus slightly, as he found the particular street, and the recognisable run down bar. But alas, his body could only take so much damage.

Just as he reached the door, just as he got into the doorway, his body dropped. A thick crimson liquid had soaked his clothes, as he was too busy running to notice, and cement was stuck into his side, and his head was unable to comprehend the current area of which it was in. He dropped to the floor, the familiar decaying door being the last thing he saw, as his head dropped and hit the pavement. That familiar liquid, pouring out of his body as he fell into an unconscious state.

-

Midoriya had just grabbed his black coat, ignoring the familiar taunting of a certain yandere schoolgirl. She got on his nerves, a lot. He opened the door, and stepped outside, a metallic smell filling his senses. He couldn't describe the way his heart physically dropped, as he spotted his dead lover laying face down on the floor, blood soaking his clothes and staining the floor a dark crimson colour. Midoriya rushed to his aid, calling Kurogiri and pulling him inside.

He ignored the surrounding sound, and focused entirely on the boy sat beside him. He stripped him of his now stained clothes, and tended to his wounds. He wasn't a nurse, or a qualified doctor, but he did what he could. He really needed a hospital, but Midoriya assumed he was like this because someone had found out about their relationship. After removing the cement daggers, he instantly recognised the work.

It was that solid manipulation hero, Kotai Sõsa.

Midoriya was instantly filled with rage, his senses burning with hatred, and a sickening sense for revenge. As he wrapped his lover carefully with bandages, propping his leg up with a few pillows, he came up with a plan. Never in his life had he wanted to hurt someone so badly, to watch them suffer under his wrath. But alas, times change and people tend to follow after.

Only this time, the only thing Kotai will be facing, is a hard rocky floor, as a bullet shoots through his head and ends his life, and his dream of ever becoming the thing Midoriya once desired.

A hero.