My Hero Academia Oneshots

ᴅᴀʙɪ × (Qᴜɪʀᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

{Villain - 1}

Frustration floods through you as you close the door of your apartment building, wanting more than anything to have slammed it. The last thing you need, however, is a noise complaint from your neighbors. Unfortunately, you were just fired from your job at a local supermarket because of an altercation with a customer. He had asked you where something was, and you had told him in an aggressive tone that he should read the signs. The man didn’t take very kindly to that, and began to throw rude remarks your way. Being the bold woman you are, you threw remarks right back, making sure he knew who was superior. Though, this became an issue, and you were practically fired on the spot. Now, you come home with your head in your hands, thinking back to the ways you could’ve avoided losing your job.

You tossed off your hoodie and sneakers, looking around the apartment for a moment. You didn’t like to do it, but when you are stressed you can’t help it. There was a jar above your refrigerator with joints in them, something that you had a friend buy you before they left for work outside of the country. Sadly, you only had four left, and smoking one would result in only having three. Desperate times call for easy solutions, and this was the easiest thing you could think of.

After grabbing and throwing your sneakers back on, you look around for a lighter. It takes you a few minutes to finally find one, but your stress levels were peaked at that point. You begin to think to yourself, heading towards the window to get to the stairwell. “I shouldn’t smoke it right outside my room.” You say to yourself, unlocking the window and sliding it open. The cool outside air fills the room, and you smile. The sun had just set, so people weren’t out on the streets around this side of town. “I’ll go to the bottom of the alley and smoke behind the dumpster or something.” You say with a small laugh, sliding the two joints you had taken from the jar. Just in case the first one wasn’t hitting, you thought it would be smart to take a second one.

Trying to be quiet while going down the rusty old stairs was hard, and you didn’t succeed at being stealthy. A few lights turned on from people’s rooms you passed, but luckily no one came out to see who was making the noise. With a satisfying smack, your feet hit the pavement below you. The ladder was already down from off the stairwell, and you knew you’d have to jump to climb back up it. Though, you didn’t want to think about further in the night. You wanted to focus on the present, what was in your hands. As if it were an instinct, you light the joint before pressing the butt against your lips. The familiar filling feeling was tough on your lungs and throat, sending you into a light coughing fit. It had been awhile since your last joint, and it felt as though you might never get used to it again. However, by your second inhale, you were already fine. Your back pressed itself against the wall and slid down, your backside hitting the cold pavement. Your leggings didn’t do much to protect you from the chill of the concrete.

Suddenly, you could hear footsteps, though only one pair of them. You didn’t exactly know what to do, but giving away your location would be stupid. It could be a cop for all you know. With a small sigh, a puff of smoke flies upwards, immediately exposing your presence to anyone who could be coming towards you. The footsteps stopped for a moment, before slowly approaching you once again. From the dumpster you were sitting beside, you couldn’t see the entrance to the alley, only the building across from you, so you couldn’t see the person in front of you. When you saw a black mass moving slightly, it relieved you to know that it wasn’t a cop, just some random guy in the alley. You looked down as the person rounded the dumpster, now stopped right before you. “Look, man, I don’t have anything valuable on me, so you got no point in robbing me.” You say, taking another hit before looking up.

You sputtered, the smoke coming out of your mouth in waves as you saw the man in front of you. He looked like some sort of Frankenstien, though in a less monstrous way. His expression is what startled you, though, a sinister scowl across his features as his icy blue eyes stare daggers into your soul. “I’m not here to rob you.” His voice is smoother than you expected it to be.