tododeku one shots

story 5 - villainous emotions

I grinned widely, sitting cross-legged in my chair as I stared sadistically at him.

"Look what we have here," I covered part of my mouth with carelessly placed fingers in a bid to act shocked, but was unable to suppress the corners of my lips from twisting up.

In front of me, in the middle of my messy office, was a hero who was keeping watch on me. I've always seen him around, but could never really figure out why he hasnt struck yet. One day, I managed to catch him by surprise and kidnap him.

I walked towards him and knelt down, inspecting him.

The hero with a head of half white, half crimson was unconscious. Bound and gagged, he laid in a slump right in the middle of my office, which was nothing more than a run down one room apartment where I kept notes on all the heroes I could. There were images of heroes, with red strings everywhere as I slowly and slowly figured out heroes' lifestyles and kept them written in the papers strewn across the room. Call it an organized chaos, if you will.

I saw the hero, roughly my age, slowly stir and slowly started to gain consciousness. When he blinked his long eyelashes, I saw his mismatched eyes, being grey and turquoise. A small blush formed and I quickly got up and spun around before he could catch my eyes.

"So, what's your name?" I walked over to my worn out office chair and sat in it slowly, crossing my legs and lacing my fingers calmly.

I saw him frown as he tried to figure out his surroundings. His eyes widened after a while and I could tell he figured our exactly what happened. He snapped his head up and looked at me dead in the eye, sending inward shivers up my spine. It took me all I had to refrain from shivering.

"Deku, this isn't you," the hero looked like he was scared and worried. Pussy.

"Hmm, I mean who else would it be?" I smugly replied, leaning forward and raising a mischievous eyebrow, glad he knew me by my pseudonym. I rested my chin on my palm adorned in a red glove, and my elbow rested on my knee.

He wriggled against the ropes, trying to undo the tight knots. "Just... go back to being a hero."

I paused for a moment. "What are you talking about?" I let out a chuckle. "It's cute you think that I could ever be one."

"You were!" He yelled. "You really..."

"What's your hero name anyway? You haven't told me." I brushed off the look in his eyes that for whatever reason, stung the middle of my chest.

"Shoto," he replied blankly, staring at me with a broken look in his eyes.

I frowned. It sounded familiar but I still didn't know where it came from. My head pounded slightly but it wasn't painful.

"Sh... Shoto." I tested it out on my tongue and it rolled off smoothly, like I've said it a thousand times.

"So you do at least have some idea of who I am?" He inquired, suddenly alight with energy. Desperation clung to his every word.

"Should I? You're not exactly the type of hero I usually kill," I shrugged. "If you didn't already know, I-"

"You've been targeting heroes with the same intention as Stain." He finished for me, but I only laughed.