Midori the Villain

The New Izumi Midoriya

Warning! Chapter contains citrus content.

Izumi wasn’t sure what was happening to her, but she was damn sure she liked it. She was changing… .she felt more confident, more in control, and unafraid of change. The image of the timid rabbit was slowly vanishing and in its place was a hungry wolf ready to take on the world.

That was all mental, though. Izumi knew that to erase the image of her former self she needed to recreate who she was. She stare at herself long and hard in the mirror admiring each individual trait with scrutiny. Her eyes were more fierce and focus then before and that was good. She could feel with the delicate features of her face as it paired well with the body that was growing and developing.

She was happy that her breasts were big, it made her feel grown and feminine and she couldn’t resist posing to the side and watching them protrude out. She had a woman’s curves, elegant arms and legs, and those made up for the fact she was short.

Her hair… something had to be done there. Her first thought was to cut it, but the moment she picked up the scissors she felt her hand shake and immediately disregarded the idea. She styled it this way and that way, pouting and trying to think. She glanced to the side at the magazines and articles she’d been browsing through… and spotted midnight’s picture on the cover of a fashion magazine.

Maybe that was it… instead of changing the style she could change the color. She twirled a finger around a curl trying to picture herself with black hair… and had to smile. Liking the idea she grabbed up her bag and jogged to a nearby store to pick up all the supplies she needed for her transformation.

When she returned home she got to work, and spent a good three hours before finally settling on the image she wanted to portray.

“This is it…” Izumi decided looking at the final product in the mirror with a confident smile. “This is me.”

When she walked into that classroom Monday morning, Kacchan and the rest of her class wouldn’t see a timid rabbit anymore. Instead they would see her, strong, confident, and edgy. So long as she could keep the inside matching the image she’d created on the outside, she knew Kacchan would have to accept her. She wouldn’t give him a choice.  

Walking out of her room she was surprised to see Tomura sitting on the couch flipping through channels. Her lips curved slowly into a smirk and she crossed her arms.

“Did we have a date, Shigaraki?”

“Master said you weren’t coming today, and that pissed me off. Kurogiri is in the kitchen cooking dinner.” He snapped the TV off with temper and turned his head to face her. “The hell did you do to your hair?”

“Do you like it?” She strung fingers through her black locks posing. “I was trying for a more intimidating look.”

“You’re as intimidating as a rabbit with fangs.” He pointed out and had Izumi’s confidence deflating.  She hung her head mumbling.

“Maybe I will cut my hair after all.” She shook it off and walked to her backpack searching through it for her notebook. “I was just gonna turn on Hero hour and do some research. Will that bother you?”

“There’s nothing good on, so do what you want.” He scoot over so she could sit next to him and he played with her curls. “You intimidated that arsonist just fine yesterday, so why are you worried about your look?”

“I guess I’m trying to break down this image of myself.” She turned the TV back on an folded her legs up. She was used to him playing with her hair, and had actually come to enjoy it. She trusted him not to damage her hair… actually it surprised her just how much she did trust him.