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Wheel of Emotions
Bnha (boys) X Villain!Reader
A story about a young villain forced to attend UA undercover for the sake of gathering information. As she battles with the constant reminders of her past, and s...
A/n: HAAIIIIII! My other book (Glitch) currently involves me having writers block so if anyone is reading that book as well just know that I'll try to update as soon as I can for that book, but please have patience with me! Enjoy the chapter!
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Eight people. Dead. She was just so angry, infuriated. She knew not to lose her cool, that would be worse. But the amount of restraint it took to control her emotions really sucked. She still itched to kill someone else, her hands twitching with anticipation. The streets empty from the late hour, aside from the usual stray on the sidewalk or in an alley.
Occasionally the sirens of different agencies could be heard, her eight kills probably being found by now. By those useless heroes. Tch. Heroes, what good did they do for her and her stupid quirk. Nothing. Those idiots, not to mention her stupid comrades. What could possibly make them think that she would do that... attend UA. She could hardly stay in the school for 10 minutes. Six hours a day, surrounded by those dumb hero's in training.
No way in hell.
A groan of someone else had caused the girls thoughts to halt, along with her own steps. Retreating back a few steps she glanced down an alleyway. The silhouette of a man emerging from the dark was seen, as the light shown on him, his clothes were torn and dirty. Along with a bottle of alcohol lazily dangling between his fingers. He used the wall of the building to support his weight as the girl made brief eye contact with him before rolling her eyes and continuing on her walk to nowhere.
"Hey~" he spoke after a few moments of collecting himself, causing the girl to pause once again. "You come here often?" he tried again, probably not knowing he was flirting with a 14 year old girl. He was just another drunk guy on the street, the h/c haired girl choose to ignore him certainly not in the mood for this. "Hey I'm talkin' to yA!" He yelled, mood changing fast, the girl could hear his footsteps gaining behind her.
She waited another second for him to get closer before whipping around and grabbing the bottle of rum he was just about to smash onto her head. As they made eye contact once again the look in her eyes had changed. The girls once passive state had warped into that of a ticked off expression, the e/c colour in her eyes pooling into a red that hadn't made an appearance in quite some time.
Realizing the aggressive mist colour that began to seep and pile over out of her hands she shut her eyes and stumbled back, letting go of the bottle and placing her hand over her face as she clenched her other fist. "I should go" she mumbled to herself, out of breath, cold but sweating. She tried leaving, but it seemed he couldn't take the hint.
The alcohol in this mans system providing him the prefect illusion that he was going to win whatever the purpose of their conversation was. No illusion mist needed, this man was accomplishing all that on his own. The amount of brain cells he choose to use in order to nearly finish the whole bottle of that intoxicating substance close to none.
