Being A Villain Doesn't Mean I'm All Heartless (Villain!Deku) [Discontinued]

Fake Friendships

Izuku snickered upon reaching the bar, not only that, but maybe wheezing as he closed the door behind him.

He literally just fooled Shoto Todoroki, the Number 2 Hero's son!

Man, he never thought of it but he was actually good in acting. No wonder he was able to get away so many times. Making up lies and excuses felt like second-nature to him and given by the fact he had little strength and no power to get out tough situations, he would need to lie.

'Boy, seeing him look so hopeful really is funny! I wonder what was in his mind, probably thinks now that Isami is an abused, helpless, mute, person that needs all love and attention of the whole world.' His train of thought slowly led him to his room and collapsed on his bed.'But...this could prove to be a rather beneficial thing' He smirked.

***

Knock. No answer.

"Oi Izu, come out, it's almost time for the meeting"

Knock. No answer.

"I swear I'll disintegrate the door if you do—"

The door was slowly opened by Izuku, eyes filled with...what? Hope? Enlightment? No, more like inspiration. Those eyes shone brightly with a hint of mischief behind them and a dark pit of tricks and lies. A new feeling, coursing through his veins, blood pumping. He felt high. For the first time, Tomura was shocked to see such eyes.

"I-it's already 1:26. You better get rea—"

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you. I'll be in the bar in a minute or so." The greenette didn't let the blunette leave a word and just closed the door. Tomura huffed before leaving.

Izuki entered the bar to where he found his two companions waiting. Both of them, being hella bored, were playing Uno and it clear Kurogiri was having the upper hand. (He gave Tomura 2 +4 Cards)

"Dammit!"

"Oi guys, c'mon" the greenette said taking a seat beside Kurogiri which was unsual. He would usually sit beside Tomura. The two quickly whispered 'I'm not done with you yet' before cleaning up the cards.

"Now, I've got the plans all settled...."

****

Izuku went back to his room by 4 PM, hopping on his laptop. Logging himself in the Internet he decided do some research on his Isami character. Honestly, he didn't really think through her. She was initially just for disguise when going out in public so he didn't create a personality for her. It would probably best to make a character as believable as they could, after all, Izuku wanted to trick Shoto.

He had to look up female fashion, common likes of females, trends. The backstory was fair to make.

Isami Kizuru is a quirkless person that dropped out highschool due to the constant bullying of her classmates, the weight of projects, and the abuse of her father. She wasn't mute before but lost her voice during an accident. Their family grew poor after her father forced her to join in his bad habits. She then spiraled in depression and started to cut but soon later stopped after running away to a friend.

Izuku stretches his arms after typing, he would revise later after making some fake IDs. The things he has to go through...oh well.

'If this goes well, I might be able to sway him... you're genius Izuku!' He snickered. He flipped open his burner phone (for business purposes ) and dialed a number.

"Who is this?"

"Hey it's me Izuku"

"Oh, it's YOU..." Izuku heard a snort on the other  end. "What is it?"

"I need you to create some face IDs for me. Don't tell Tomura by the way."

"Why should I? Keeping it from Tomura seems really suspicious"

"Because I have your magz, you feet fetisher. So shut the fuck up and just do your job"

"YOU WHAT. HOW."

"That's not the problem here right now, is it? I can easily expose this to Tomura and Kuro—"

"You son of bitch—"

"...call me that again and I'll make sure you turn into a noumu with your conscience still intact but have no will. I WILL let you suffer thousandfolds if you say any degrading and insulting names of MY MOTHER"

"Alright, alright geez. Just, give me back my magazines."

"And you'll do everything I asked?"

"Yes."

"Deal."

"Deal."

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This is short comparable to the other chapters, sorry.

Not having any motivation to write for a long time is quite honestly hard and draining.

Out.