VillainDeku: a twist

4 - Awake

-Bakugo POV-
"Agh!" A sharp, stinging bomb collided across my face. I winced, before brightness filled my view.

I had woken to see Deku squatting in front of me again.
"Ouch! The fuck Dek- mmh!" Deku muffled my mouth with his palms and gestured me to keep quiet.

I obeyed, with zero reluctance. I was in the enemy territory, and right now Deku seemed to somewhat care for me. Meaning, sticking with him was the best chance of survival.

My eyes pounced around. The carpet was the same murky magenta. And the ceiling, a plain cream white. The very same empty room, however as Deku moved his hands away and stood against the wall, he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to find that he was staring at the door.

There was something wrong.

Amidst the ticking sound of the clock on the wall, evenly paced footsteps were heard somewhere outside the door.

It was coming closer.

I looked at Deku. His expression hardened to a stern face, looking like real evil villain. Strange. I never thought he could ever show such an austere emotion.

Something serious. Was. About to go down.

The footsteps paused in front of the door. I heard the door knob turn. I watched anxiously. To see who could make Deku have such a cold and vile expression.

The door creaked as it slowly opened; as if warning us of a terrible omen.

"Oh my god..." The words crept out my mouth without my knowledge as I laid my eyes on the most unbelievable thing.

A big man walked in. Following him, a thousand small gangsters and mob man from the mafia. The huddled around the room making space for the man to sit in the centre facing me who was still chained to the wall.

They were dressed in black with various spiky accessories to aid in their tough image. Most of them held a weapon. A mace, a bat, chains; countless weapons flocked around the room.

But what was scary was not the numbers but rather the man himself.

His head was deformed as if he had been through a major fire accident. His eyes weren't there anymore. Deep scars gorged irregular lines in his skin, covering the top half of his face.

The only distinguishable feature of his face has his teeth. Wide and still perfectly intact.

He had a huge body; well, expected... as he was the head of the Villain League.
Apart from wearing a black suit, the perfect attire for every occasion, he had a neck wear where huge pipes were connected to some other part of his lower body.

"Ah..." a deep robot-like voice came from his suit. "Bakugo Katsuki," His voice sounded triumphant, "We see potential in your future."

"Our league has been keeping our eyes on you ever since the start of your UA life. Even Deku here mentioned your worthiness and begged us to have you join us..."

His muscular body looked misleadingly young, but it was clear that he was at least in his early 50s from the way he staggered to the only chair in the room repositioned into the centre.

"So Bakugo Katsuki, as the head of the Villain League and on the behalf of our League, we ask you to join us..."

A grin crept across his face as he said that.

Even without his eyes and brows, I could see it was one of trickery.

That fucking Deku, he knew all along.

I looked from the corner of my eye. But was met with an even colder but blank expression. Deku's mere eyes were hollow; two dark green voids.

Dammit. Deku, do you think I'm a toy you can play with?

That fucking nerd.