No warnings for this chapter! Yay! A PG on the first go! 😊 As it is titled, this one is a Villain!Deku. This is just a small scene where Izuku tracks down the league to become a member. If you find any errors, please let me know so I can correct them. I may not have caught everything in my first three editing sweeps. I take constructive criticism! Enjoy!
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"Oi, Five-Finger-Death-Slap!!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"
The entire league of villains looked on in amazement as a small green-haired boy easily dodged out of the way of Tomura's attacks, an innocent grin firmly in place on his pale cheeks.
"Hey quit it, Five-Finger-Death-Slap! I just wanna talk! Offer my services... Help out you know!"
"Fuck no! I'll kill you! Get back here shitty brat!" Shigaraki screeched.
At this point a table had been desentegrated and chairs were strewn about the bar haphazordously. But the boy seemed determined to do what he came to do and perched himself on top of the bar, hidden behind a surprised Kurogiri.
"Oh come on, man! Hey! I specialize in quirk analysis. I can get you information on anyone's quirk you want. I'm a great spy! I'll infiltrate UA! I already hacked their systems and know how to beat the entrance exams. Please let me join your league if villains? Pleaaaase??? I'll be good, I promise! I won't call you Five-Finger-Death-Slap anymore! I'll be really respectful!"
The league somehow doubted that as the grin had yet to leave that innocent face and had stretched to show a hint of insanity. Wide green eyes stared soulfully up at a twitching Tomura from around the smokey bartender, a skilled profiler would see harmful cunning in the depths of those bright orbs. Tomura's singular weakness was discovered in that moment as puppy eyes made contact with a shadowed, dull, knife-like gaze.
A twitch and a scratch and Shiguraki fell for the trap that had been set.
"*sigh* What's your name, brat?"
"Izuku Midoriya!! But you can call me Deku!"
"Deku?" Kurogiri questioned quietly.
"Mhm! It means useless! That's why Kachaan chose it for my nickname! 'Cause I'm a quirkless loser I can never be a hero! Heroes are overrated anyway. I saved Kachaan's life and I get scolded? I saved his life while the heroes stood at the side line and watched a kid dieing! They weren't going to save him. So I did. And all I got was threats, a scolding, and being pushed aside. No, I don't want to be a hero. Not if that's who I'd have to work with. Bastards. So instead of a useless hero or a useless nobody, I'll be a useless villain! Nobody ever said I couldn't be a villain!"
They all shared calculating looks. Kurogiri gave a slight nod.
"Fine kid."
"REALLY?!!"
"But you do nothing without my say so. Got that?!"
"Yes, sir, Five-Finger-Death-Slap sir! Oh! Here's the entire completed collection of my hero analysis books! I've noted weaknesses, strengths, special traits, and histories." Deku saluted happily as he jumped off the counter, setting a heavy looking bag full of notebooks on the abused surface. A snort was heard from a dark corner and Tomura glared at a completely unbothered Izuku even as he reached curiously for a book.
The entire league watched as Izuku practically bounced around the room introducing himself to all the villains in the rundown bar that doubled as a base for the strong group. Red eyes narrowed, a small smirk stretched across cracked lips, and thin eyebrows rose at the detailed information contained within the slim unassuming notebook held with four fingers.
"Welcome to the league of villains, Izuku Midoriya."
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