A Change Of Heart ✓

Trouble

don't you love it when you randomly think of an 'arc' to put in your story and are just like "yk what sure-"

no, just me?

sad

xD

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-x- Izuku Midoriya's POV -x-

"A little birdy told me that the little villain known as 'Deku' was attending U.A," Giran said, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"It was plastered all over the news." Shigaraki rasped, taking a drink. "That little brat has caused us so much trouble, and now he's gone and got himself mixed up with the heroes."

Giran grinned smugly. "But I bet you didn't know about the rumors."

Shigaraki put down the glass, but left his hand wrapped around it. "What rumors?"

"The ones that say he lost his memory after his attack on U.A. It's said that the heroes are using this to their advantage to 'reform' the kid," Giran explained, curious about what Shigaraki would do.

"I see...," Shigaraki mumbled. "And you're absolutely sure these rumors are true?"

"By the looks of it, I'd say a resounding yes. Everybody and their mother is talking about the villain 'Deku' attending a pristine hero school. I just wonder how the kid hasn't seen anything yet," he mentioned, blowing out another stream of smoke.

Shigaraki leaned against the palm of his hand, careful to keep his pinky up. "They're probably keeping the brat in the dark. Making sure he doesn't dig around. Which," Shigaraki grinned wickedly, pushing himself out of his seat, "Allows us to use this opportunity to our advantage."

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Kirishima quickly ushered me to a seat before plopping down next to me, glancing around nervously.

"What's going-"

"Shh," he whispered, clearly alert and on the defensive.

Closing my mouth, I nodded.

They all know what you did. Why can't you remember?

My head snapped upwards as the voice seeped through my mind. What?

They all hate you. Can't you see that? Ever wonder why?

I bit my lip, bowing my head and balling up my pants in my fists.

It's because you're nothing but a-

"Villain!" someone shrieked, catching my attention.

I raised my head, noticing that Kirishima had rocketed from his seat, peering to the end of the car. Eyes widening, I watched as a man raised a gun into the air, waving it around.

"Any of you make a move," he shouted, quieting the car, "And you're dead!" His eyes scanned the area, looking for any signs of protest. "Now," he said, still looking, "Everyone hand over your cash."

"Why would he do this on a loaded train car?" I mumbled. My eyes widened. "Unless..." Is this a diversion? Or... Are they here for someone specific?

"Kirishima, what-"

Kirishima nodded, cutting off my whisper. I quieted down and nodded, body tense.

"Hey," Kirishima said, catching the man's attention. By the way his hands trembled, it was clear that he was nervous, but he continued showing false confidence. "What are you here for?"