Monachopsis (Bnha Villain Reader)

Chapter 15

"Just because you are villain, doesn't mean you are villain."

"Boi what did he sayyy?"

After settling things with Rui with a couple of sobbing here and there, you're currently taking a stroll around Hosu with your family, occasionally making small talk here and there while Tsukauchi lingers near for any dubious activity.

"So, where have you been hiding all this time?" Your dad questions, arching a brow.

"Well, before I got caught, I've been living with a man called Dabi-"

"Wait, what!?" Rui cuts you off, glaring at you. He may be 10 years old, but boy can he be scary. From his little outburst, a few heads turn our way, curious to know who made the loud comment.

You pull him by the ear and scold him for being loud, but what catches the nearby people is what's written on your neon jacket.

'Caution Villain'?

As soon as they see the bold letters, murmurs erupt from the crowd, glaring daggers at them but the family pays no mind, as if already used to it.

"Say, Rui? Where did you learn how to fight? Last time I checked, you couldn't even kill a fly. And I know damn well our old man can't teach to save his life-"

"Oi!" Your father interrupts.

"-so, who taught you?" You send him a curious glance, eager to know who was teaching him for the past 2 years. The corner of Rui's lips twitch into a small smile, a chuckle slipping through.

"Heh, funny story. I was-" His story got disturbed when he hears a shrill that mostly belongs to a little boy. It was faint, but he clearly heard it. And it seems he isn't the only.

"Nee-chan, did you hear-" He's once again stopped when you start to run towards the direction of the noise with Rui trailing close behind. You weave through the crowd, determined to find the location. As you pass through the sidewalk with many people, some shout at you knocking them over but you paid no mind.

Left, right, left, left.

Your legs stop at an alleyway near a school. And in that alleyway was four kids. One on the cold ground curled up in a fetus position with cuts and bruises scattered around his pale skin, while the remaining three was up on their feet, kicking the defenseless boy.

His whimpers and pleads for them to stop were dismissed as they continued to use their quirk on him. In a way, he kind of reminds you of your past self. Vulnerable, pathetic, and powerless. But what ticked you off was what they were saying to him. 

"Haha! You're seriously aiming to be the top hero? Forget about your quirk, you can't even see! How can you save anyone when you don't even have eyes!?"

Oh.

The kids kept mocking the little boy, stepping on his head. Your eyes significantly darken from the horrible treatment. Unable to control yourself, step in the cold dark alleyway, allowing your presence to be noticed by the three scumbags.

"Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing to him?" Your voice was icy cold, eyes turning crimson red from anger.

"Ah?" A white-haired boy steps to you, a cocky aura surrounding him. His goons snickered from the back as the male grabbed the collar of your jacket, crinkling the material with his closed fist. You, however, were not intimidated in the least, remembering the times you fought other people stronger than him. Far stronger.

"[Y/n]-Nee!" Rui shouted, bracing his hands for action. But alas, he ceased his actions when you raised your hand up, instructing him to stay, which he hesitantly did. Sunlight framed on your face just right that made your ruby eyes illuminate the cramped space. The male released his hold on you and backed away, his smirk faltering just a bit.

"Why are you backing away?" You take a step forward with your eyes dilating, your eyes now clearly visible to the boys in front of you. "Are you perhaps... Afraid?" You cock your head to the side with an ominous grin, your bangs hiding away your eyes that eerily glowed.

"A-As if!" The white-haired male yelled. "Have a taste of my quirk!" He took a fighting stance while you patiently waited for any action. A smirk crawled its way on your face when you heard a rumble from above. A grey cloud hovered above you and the male, frostbite slowly coating his pale skin. "Oh, so you have an ice-related quirk?" The rumbling grew louder as well as his friends shout of encouragement.

"Get her, Yuki!"

"Yeah, knock her out!"

You hum out boredom once you realize what he's capable of, the wind pressure from the mini blizzard having no effect on you at all.

His stance is all wrong. And he's overconfident; one of his many downfalls.

Tch, You clicked your tongue. This is too easy.

"Have a look at my quirk! Fubuki!*" Before he could do anything else, you rush towards him using 1/3 of your speed and kneed him in the stomach, hard. So much so, he toppled over and began to throw up. A gasp could be heard from behind but didn't turn around, already recognizing it as Rui's.

"Stop! You don't have to do that!" Rui's cries of plea were fortunately heard by the female, with you bitterly shoving your hands in your pockets and clicking your tongue as proof. "Leave." Your eyes bore into the three pairs of eyes, glinting mischievously. The three men hastily rushed past you, the last one limping behind the other two upfront.

With a heavy sigh, you shuffle to the boy silent boy who still stayed in the same curled up position, dirt, blood, and bruises coating his skin. "Oi, kid. They're gone now." You said in a hushed voice. He cautiously opened his eyes and that's when you saw it. His faded green eyes we're clouded in gray mist and glazed with fresh tears. His green-gray hues we're dull and nearly looked lifeless that made you almost pity him. Almost.

"H-Hello? Are- Are you the nice Nee-chan that saved me?"

Fat fresh tears rolled down his cheeks as he violently wiped them with his dirty hands. The air was cold and so was the asphalt. A tiny bit of light poured from the entrance, warming his cold body just a little bit. Scratching your head you responded with, "Eh? I wouldn't say nice but, yeah.. I was the one who made them go away."

After hearing that, the little boy got on his knees started to skim the ground with his hands, as if looking for something. It was so depressing you walked in front of him, crouched, and took his cold hands in yours, your warmth enveloping his. The child gasps, a teary smile appearing on his face as he sniffled.

"Nee-chan's hands... They're warm."

Lmao my writing style is messed up

I'm readying [Y/n] for what's about to happen next

In this story I actually see [Y/n] as being Morally Grey, so yeah