Deku. A friend, a family member, a hero, a symbol of peace.
Or so everyone thought of him that way, yet deep inside he had shining intentions that screamed nothing but trouble. While he had entered U.A. with intention to become a hero, he was ready...
"What a sad, pitiful soul you are. Look at you. Trembling at the very sight of blood!" The blue haired male in front of me stated, a devilish grin spread on his face. I looked down slowly, at my bloodied clothing. All ten of my nails were torn off.
"You know, Deku. The moment you agree to join us, we can stop this! We'll treat you as family! Not as those heroes did, only liking you for power. We want you because of your brains, only considering your power an extra. You're by far the smartest person we've met in a long time, you know?" The male rambled. From what I know his name is Shigaraki, and the male who often comes in with him is Dabi.
I often beg for my freedom, but right now in my current position I was too weak, and my throat was too parched to fight back. I had adapted and grown comfy to having a quirk, and now that I don't have one I'm defenseless. They haven't taken me out of the room yet, so I hope the walls are only hindering my ability to use my quirk, rather than... the possibility my quirk could be entirely gone forever.
Suddenly I looked up, and was faced with Dabi. "Here." He stated plainly, eyes fixated on something else in the room. He was holding a yellow flask, in which I assumed there was water, or some sort of liquid at least.
Not considering it could be poison or something, I drank it because anything was better than this thirst. "You know, you don't have to join us. You could die instead, and get this all over with. Just my suggestion though since you don't seem to like this very much, and I could care less whether you live or die." Dabi told me, no emotion showing on his face.
"Please...Just leave me be." I begged somewhat quietly. "You're annoying." Dabi said, before he burned my arm a bit, causing a loud scream to come out of me. It hurt so badly, I didn't know what to do. It was like Endeavor's flames, but so much stronger.
"How did you get those scars? Are...they forcing you to be here? Beating you?.. Threatening you?.." I pried. How classic of me, attempting to help someone putting me through so much pain, because I care for everyone I meet in one way or another. "No. I want to be here." He stated not paying me much mind other than that. He seemed agitated, but if I had to deal with me I would be too.
"Why would you want to be here though?" I questioned. I needed some sort of answer, as to why villains become villains. "The world of heroes is annoying. My father was abusive, and neglected me every shot he got, yet he still gets so much praise as he's a hero. Nothing pisses me off more than that. Why wouldn't you be a villain?" He asked me after explaining everything. I was taken aback by the question.
He continued. "I mean... Your idol even gave up on you for a moment there, alongside your mother. The only person you'd ever considered a friend growing up would beat you until you passed out sometimes, even taking it as far as to tell you to commit suicide. Don't you ever want revenge? Why don't you take revenge for those without a quirk, like you. I don't know how you got a quirk, but now that you do, what are you going to do about it?"
As he spoke, thoughts raced into my mind. 'How does this total stranger know so much about me?' 'They did give up on me, didn't they...'
But the thought that stood out the most to me... 'Revenge? For the quirkless?"
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Sorry for such a short chapter! I'll make the next one much longer, but my hands are cramping!
