~completed.~
Izuku Midoriya. A name that has been long forgotten. Another statistic. Another reason for a 'we can't save them all' speech.
He was bullied and abused all his life for something he couldn't control. Everyone thought he was quirkless...
It was just another day, I had just left the abandoned building I usually go to when I hang out with Zack. Since he is a... You know... Serial killer and all he can't really just walk around.
I was about two blocks away from the beach when I felt like someone was watching me. Since people don't really know what my face looks like I doubt they know I'm the devil.
Even with that in mind I looked around and saw nothing. Well with my naked eye at least. I activated my quirk but only in my eyes allowing me to see the shadows around me.
As I looked I noticed a shadow of a man standing or should I say hiding in an alleyway. Off what the shadow is telling me he is tall and slim. He has muscles but they aren't bulging. He had spiky hair and heavy boots on. (I just like the idea of dabi being emo with doc martens on sue me) (pls don't)
I was so focused on the man and what his intentions were that I didn't notice the purple smoke that started appearing on the ground in front of me.
Out of nowhere a hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me downward. It was so fast I didn't have time to stop them. In the split second before I was completely pulled into the smoke the man behind the wall walked out. I got a quick glimpse of his face.
His spiky hair was black, he had purple patches around his chin and under the eye. But what really caught my attention was his eyes. Blue and fierce, like they had seen things. Dabi.
'Well this is going to be fun' was my thought before everything went black.
Slight time skip
When I woke up the first thing I did was look round. There were people sitting around and talking. They seemed to be waiting for something.
Then it hit me. My dense ass finally got what was happening. Mr. Man Baby was trying to recruit me to join his little band of misfits. I rolled my eyes.
'This is really going to be a pain in the ass but I might as well hear him out.' I thought to myself.
The cuffs they put on my hands were getting pretty uncomfortable so I sharpened my nails and sliced it in half, letting it fall to the ground. The sound of the metal hitting the tile floor alerted everyone and they all immediately shot their heads in my direction. I just sat in my chair, arms folded, waiting for someone to tell me why the fuck I'm here.
I heard a psychotic giggle that made my skin crawl. The blonde with space buns, known as Toga was looking at me with a crazed longing in her eyes. Shifting my gaze to Dabi he looked slightly amused but I scowled at him and turned to Tomura. He sat in the black painted wood stool and stared at me. A blank stare that irritated me even more than I already am!
" Can we cut the shit and tell me why I'm here?". To be completely honest I wasn't the least bit scared. All the shadows and dark corners in the run-down bar made it an amazing place for me to take each of them out easily.
Handyman made a 'tsk' sound but started to explain.
"We could like to recruit you so you can act as a spy at U.A for us. You will be paid a lot of money if you cooperate." He started. " We are going to need you to make it to the Hero class so that you can get intel. You'll be there for 3 months. Once the 3 months are over you get paid and we'll be out of your hair." He stated. Looking at me through the fingers of the hand that covered his pale crusty face.
Everyone else in the room was silent as I thought about my answer.
'I could use the money. The fact I get to beat up a bunch of new-gen heroes will be fun. Not really a bad deal.'
I looked up at Shigaraki and my eyes started glowing green.
"How much money are we talking? Cause I'll go along with it as long as we make some agreements. If the agreements work well for you then this 'plan' of yours will work smoothly." I stated a sly smirk present on my features.
They all visibly sweatdropped at the fact my eyes and now body were glowing a dangerous shade of emerald green in the dimly lit room.
"3 million (30,000 dollars)" Mist man said putting a briefcase on the bar table. " And as for your agreements let's discuss that now so we can get this over with," Shigaraki added.
' 3 million yen?!?! Hell fucking yeah!!'
"1. I'm going to need you to tell crazy eyes over there to at least stay 2 feet away from me. I don't trust her with the knives." I started sending a glare in Toga's direction.
Most of them let out small chuckles while Toga pouted. "2. We agree to never speak of my real identity after this whole ordeal is over with. 3. You can't just pull me through portals out of nowhere and lastly, we all treat each other with respect here. I don't need to cause a fight... That could end badly" I stated the last bit rather coldly.
Shigaraki scowled, glared at me. It wasn't really anything hostile but from reflex, I started glowing red. I didn't really mean to but since I was glared at so many times during my childhood (freaking bakuhoe) I just get defensive when it happens.
Everyone took a step in the opposite direction of me. Realizing my mistake I took a deep breath and apologized, explaining the situation. They understood and got into the details of my mission.
They want me to act as if they had taken and kidnapped me this whole time. I would wander into U.A. and ask for a place in their school. Give them the whole sob story and then explain that my quirk happened as a fight or flight reflex while I was being abducted.
It was actually a pretty good plan, the only thing that I wasn't completely on board with was the fact they wanted me to act all nice and stutter and blush like a fucking dumbass the whole time.
"Considering you want me to act like y'all kidnapped me wouldn't it make sense that I would have changed. Like being more on edge, cursing more, having a short temper even being a bitch at times."
Dabi raised his brow.
"If you were kidnapped for 3 fucking years would you walk out like an innocent child or a prisoner that spent 3 traumatic years in the base of murderous villains?" I questioned. Twice chuckled at my statement which I found odd but didn't question. I'm pretty sure he has some pretty bad mental stuff going on.
The rest seemed skeptical but agreed nonetheless.
If things went well I could get paid and make my statement to this world. I don't know what I'll do after that but I also don't care. As long as they understand that what they're doing will never get them the perfect society they want then ill be cool with whatever.
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