Evil Isn't Born (MOVED)

Chapter Nineteen

In the end, it wasn't as bad as Deku thought it would be. Granted, he had only gotten through half the day so far, but the worst he had to say was that it was boring. Deku walked out of the lunch line with a bowl of Katsudon. Groaning, he plopped down at an empty table. He could feel a lot of eyes on him, but he didn't really care as he scooped a piece of egg from the bowl and began shoveling the food in his mouth, relishing the flavors that splashed his tongue. Suddenly, he was aware of someone standing in front of his table. He kept his eyes glued to his bowl as he continued to eat. "I heard Class 1-A let in villain scum but I didn't expect you to look this scummy."

Finally, Deku lifted his head, his green eyes narrowed eerily. There, in front of him, stood a short blonde haired boy. He noted the annoyingly smug smirk on his face. Suddenly, Deku stood, lurching out, making the boy stumble back. He felt satisfaction at the terror on his face. He pressed a hand firmly on his shoulder and let the information flood his mind.

Neito Monoma. Hero in training. Quirk: Copy. His quirk allows him to copy a person's quirk through contact. He is a major bitch.

That last thing I know already.

When he opened his green irises, he realized all eyes were on them. Monoma was giving him a disgusted look and he shoved him back. This only ticked Deku off. He clenched his teeth.

He touched you. Kill him.

Deku shook his head, running a hand through his hair and trying to calm his unsteady breaths. Monoma saw this and smirked once more. "Is the voice in your head saying something?" He sneered. He didn't know how true he was. Deku glanced around and saw the rest of Class 1-A watching, some curious, some angry.

Well, no time better than now to show them what I'm made of.

Smirking, Deku tilted his head. "I didn't think you were so bitchy that you would resort to such 5th grade level retorts." He chuckled, doing his best to antagonize the boy. Monoma growled and ran forward, hand outstretched to copy his quirk. Little did he know, Deku's quirk wasn't physical. Even then, Deku swerved out of reach.

No way in hell am I allowing him to know any information about me.

The battle ended fairly quickly, which was a bit disappointing since it was the tiniest bit of excitement Deku had in a while. He grabbed Monoma's arm, kicked his knees, and watched them give way. Grabbing his other arm, he pinned him down, disabling him fully. He could hear gasps, making him grin, pride surging through him. Suddenly, shouts joined in. He turned and, just as a scarf wrapped around him, he saw Eraserhead and Midnight. Immediately, a pink dust filled his nostrils. His vision fogged before he eventually blacked out.

The Next Day...

Deku sat up, eyes wide as he panted. Smoothing his hair, only to have it poof back up, he looked around. It was...a dorm?

I don't have a dorm. I'm living with Naomasa.

He began to try and grab the glass of water that was sitting on the bedside table, but as he brought it up to his mouth, there was a metallic clink. Setting the cup down, he ran his hands over the thing strapped over his lips before he froze.

THEY ACTUALLY PUT A MUZZLE ON ME?? WHAT THE HELL?

Dude you were asking for it.

You know you were the one who popped the little thought of fighting him in my head. I was just going to impress them by epicly burning him, not...that.

You are a villain. This is what villains do.

I know that, dumbass. But if I am ever going to have a chance of getting them to trust me, I can't fight everyone who pisses us off.

Sighing in relief as Ezuoju simply grumbled in response, he realized his hands were also handcuffed. "Wow, surprised they didn't chain me to a wall..." He muttered dryly.

Deku.

Hm?

Something is happening.

What?

To me.

What do you mea-

Suddenly, he was jerked from control.

~•| Ezuoju POV |•~

Ezuoju grinned, his green eyes glowing. He looked down at the handcuffs, giggled, and with a jerk, the chain snapped. Slamming the cuffs into the bedside table, they shattered like glass. He stood and walked over to the window, not minding the footsteps closing in by the second. As the door opened in a flash, slamming into the wall, Ezuoju continued to stare out of the glass, watching snowflakes as they began to descend from the clouds. He didn't bother taking the muzzle off. For once, everything was peaceful. Well, for Ezuoju. Aizawa, Midnight, Kirishima, and Kaminari stood behind him.

The students silently panicked, taking a fighting stance while the heroes began to creep forward. When Aizawa decided it was a good idea to rest his hand on Ezuoju's shoulder is when things really started. Smirking, Ezuoju grabbed his hand and flipped him. Aizawa landed hard on the floor, his breath being knocked from his body. As Midnight began to rush toward Ezuoju, he simply stood, watching her with a careless smile on his face. As soon as she was in close proximity, they began a hand to hand fight. She kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying against the wall. His calm demeanor didn't even crack as he looked around the room, the others beginning to surround him and Aizawa starting to stand.

Suddenly, Ezuoju's eyes caught a slight sparkle beneath the bed. He smirked, causing the others to freeze. Taking his chance while they hesitated, he lurched and grabbed what he had seen, a metal shard from the handcuffs. Not seeing what he had grabbed, Kaminari stepped toward him. Before he had the chance to electrocute him, Ezuoju plunged the jagged end of the metal into the blonde haired student's shoulder. He screeched in pain and collapsed, making the green haired boy laugh. While the others shuffled to protect Kaminari further, Ezuoju leaped onto the bed, over their heads, and sprinted out of the dorm. As he ran down the halls, he could hear footsteps behind him.

Haha! We'll be home soon!

Woohoo!

While they both mentally cheered, they were unaware of a door opening a few feet in front of them. A certain spiky ash blonde haired boy stepped out, and with a loud BAM, Ezuoju was sent tumbling to the ground. He coughed, starting to get up, before a foot slammed into his chest, driving the wind out of him. Ezuoju clenched his teeth and glared up at Bakugou, though behind the muzzle, a smirk tugged at his lips. "We really have to stop meeting like this~" He joked about the other appearances all ending in violence. Bakugou simply tch'd and scowled, looking at someone behind Ezuoju. Craning his head, he saw the class and pro heroes standing in front of him.

Kaminari was being cradled in Midnight's arms, groaning in pain. Bakugou glared at Ezuoju again. "Woops." The young villain snickered. Once more, Bakugou brought his foot down on the other boy's chest, this time closer to his throat. Ezuoju let out a strained wheeze. "You aren't shitty Deku." The ash blonde student snarled. He could hear the students gasp. "Huh? What do you mean, Bakugou-kun?" Ururaka exclaimed. Bakugou's eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I don't know. But...ugh. Screw it." Then, for the third time, Ezuoju was assaulted, this time in the form of a sharp kick to the head. Though his vision and hearing faded in and out, he could definitely hear the teachers yelling. Before he blacked out for the second time in the past two days, he groaned.

This fucking sucks.

This fucking sucks.

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Aaa, sorry for not updating! I went on a 3.2 mile hike yesterday and was pretty tired the rest. I'll try to update a bit more frequently this week! I procrastinated a lot with this chapter- also yes I do have epic new aesthetics so stay tuned for those 😎))

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