Evil Isn't Born (MOVED)

Chapter Eighteen

Warning: Evil Cinnamon Bun Abuse ahead :(( may not be suitable for evil cinnamon bun lovers ))

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Deku trembled, a painfully numb feeling leaking into his legs and arms due to the too-tight restraints. Suddenly, the door opened, slamming against the wall, making the young villain shriek. More tremors worked their way down his body as the pale, blue haired man he had come to know as Shigaraki Tomura stepped out of the shadows, scratching his neck. Deku knew something bad was in store when he saw the irritation glimmering in the older villain's ruby colored eyes. "Are you sure this is a villain, Kurogiri? He is so...wimpy." Shigaraki growled in his dry, strangled voice. "Yes, young Tomura. I am quite sure." The purple man made of mist, Kurogiri, replied in his smooth, deep voice.

This only seemed to anger Tomura more as he crouched in front of Deku, making tears fall from his eyes. "What're you so afraid of, huh? Illusion really messed you up but you still haven't grown a backbone." Deku's eyes widened as the blue haired man's cracked lips curled upwards in a grin. "Maybe you just need to be messed with more?" Suddenly, the man grabbed Deku's arm, pressing down with all five fingers. The young boy squirmed, gasping as the sleeve of his hoodie disintegrated, falling to the floor. He let out an anguished scream as his skin began to flake away beneath Shigaraki's hand. From skin to muscle, his screeches got more and more desperate as he clawed at the villain's arm with his other hand, begging him to stop.

His only response was insane laughter. After a few moments, just before the muscle gave way to bone, Shigaraki took his hand off, standing. As he watched the green haired boy sob and scream, he rolled his eyes. Before he was out the door, he was stopped by the sound of... laughing. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see Deku shaking, his head twitching as tears poured from his green eyes. But his lips were turned upward in a grin as he laughed, and his gaze held a broken mind. Shigaraki only chuckled and closed the door, leaving Deku alone with his pain and insanity. Or maybe it wasn't just that but...another person?

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Deku screamed, jolting upward in his bed as the sound of his alarm ringing filled the room. Sweat trickled down the side of his face and his breathing was rapid. After a few moments of taking deep, steady breaths, he ran a hand through his curly green locks, turning and slamming the other hand on the snooze button. Confusion began to fill his brain.

Why is there an alarm?

God, dumbass. We are doomed.

What?

UA.

Ezuoju never knew two letters could shake a person so badly, but here Deku was, a panicking mess as he scrambled around his room to find the uniform he had been sent yesterday. "How could I forget??" He gasped, slipping the pants and shirt on. With only a glance at the mirror, he slung the backpack that held all his materials, including his notebook, over his shoulder. Rushing out of his bedroom, he almost trampled Naomasa in his haste. "Woah, there! I was just coming to get ya!" The black haired man chuckled, patting Deku's head. They had gotten closer in the past few days, but Deku was still nervous around him. After all he was a villain living with a cop. "Gottagoimgonnabelateillwalkbye!" He yelled over his shoulder, his words slurring together. Slamming the front door shut, he raced down the driveway and began his sprint toward UA.

Dude, slow down. You don't want to be a sweating mess in front of the UA brats.

Oh...I guess you're right.