Villain (BNHA!variousxfemale!reader)

Chapter 16

A/n: First of all, sorry for the very late update. I really have no excuse. Also, keep in mind that this is written as a BNHA!variousxfemale!reader, sorry that I didn't put this in the title. Looking at the demographics, I see that roughly 40% of you are male readers. That's fine too, but you'll have to adapt to the pronouns and other parts mentioned. I hope you don't mind. I will try to make it non gender-specific, but it's quite difficult.
Thank you for understanding (if you are), signed
Author

I walk down the street, my hands in my pockets. I still have time before Shinso comes over, and thanks to that message, I've got a headache.

It's just... who the heck does he think he is?!

Challenging me?

Like... WHAT!

I'm sorry, but I can't stand for this.

That ugly potato thinks he can just call ME out like that and expect me to ACTUALLY LISTEN?!

What the heck!

I just want to-

A hand grips my shoulder and I tense.

What the...?

"Young (Y/a)! I want to talk to you for a moment!"

I frown. What? What's All Might doing talking to me? He hasn't spoke to me since the day I was transferred.

"What is it you want," I reply coldly.

"Ah, no need to be so unfrien-"

"I'M KINDA BUSY, ALL MIGHT," I snap.

...

See, this is what happens when you talk to me while I'm in a bad mood.

Learn from this, heroes.

I tug my shoulder away and inhale. "...Sorry. I... snapped. Now, is the thing you want to talk to me about really important, or can I carry on minding my own business." I can't believe I just apologized to a hero. But being in a school is better than being in an asylum.

...right?

"N-No. No, it can wait. You... have a nice night. Bye now, (V/n)," he walks away, looking a little traumatized.

Did he just... call me by my villain name?

I feel like the heroes are finally warming up to me...

Wait! Not cool!

FEAR ME!

Maybe I need to go murder someone.

"Hm..." I think out loud. "Nah. Need to go meet Shinso."

I walk back to Aizawa's house.

-

"Hey, you're back," Aizawa says from the kitchen. What's he making? I tilt my head to see behind him. Hm. Looks like noodles. Why noodles?

"Don't talk to me," I reply.

"Well you're in a bad mood," he mumbles. "Shinso's in the back."

I nod and walk out the back door, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

How did I not know we had a back garden?

Wait. Correction. He. Not we.

I don't plan on living here much longer.

"Oh, you're back."

I flinch and turn around to see Shinso standing against the wall by the door. His hair seems wilted, and his eye bags are darker. Has he been getting less sleep than usual?