~ deku / izuku oneshots ~

p gay villain deku?

summary: Villain Deku and normal Deku get switched in 3A.
Villain Deku bursts into 3As classroom and confuses everyone by being all evil and badass idk

warnings: pretty much this whole story? It's a hot mess ~ read at your own risk ig

THIRD PERSON POV

Izuku is late to school.
Oh Izuku is very, very late to school.

The greenette zig zags across the campus and practically collapses in relief once the building comes into view. His phone being been on silent had consequently blocked out his alarm that morning, making him miss both his morning workout and school routine. His tie was on haphazardly and there were a few more buttons open on his dress shirt than there originally should've been. Despite this, he sprints up the stairs two at a time on his way to the top floor. The hallways are deserted as he puts a hand out to the wall next to him, right outside his classroom labelled 3A. Catching his breath, he looks up suddenly to realize he isn't in the UA building anymore and looks around nervously.

What was going on?

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To say Deku was in a similar position is an understatement.
He found himself outside of the 3A classroom he'd been trying to reach for ages, suit half torn off.

He was missing his flaming red jacket entirely, dressed in tight black suit pants with a tucked in a loose dress shirt. The buttons were half open and tie nowhere to be seen. One could say you don't have a long time to get dressed once you're a villain.

He suspected this wasn't his universe due to the still-intact UA building which he destroyed back when Katsuki was in 2A. Nevertheless, he was about to fuck with so many aspiring heroes and cause as much chaos as possible.
Reaching up one smartly-styled dress shoe, he slammed down into the waiting wooden door, satisfied to hear it swing open.

Strolling in dangerously, Izuku was happy to note the incredulous faces until he turned to face Katsuki's oh-not-so-dead one.

"ew."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME FUCKWAD"

The angry hero charged at him and Midoriya sidestepped, jamming his hand down on a sensitive tendon at the side of his neck. Katsuki slammed on the floor immobilized and the villain found it in himself to laugh.
Strolling confidently to the only empty seat, the class stares at him in both confusion and incredible admiration.
Ignoring the sweltering stares, he continues to look forward where Aizawa continues teaching the class as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He put his feet up on the desk and swung back in his chair, ignoring the hot stares around him and biting back a smirk. About fifteen minutes into the lesson, he had the decency to tuck both feet back under the desk and to hide his face into the crooks of his arms, where he ended up falling asleep.
The bell announcing break barely rang before seemingly the whole class huddled around his seat.

Midoriya supposed he'd like to keep his cover.

Trying to analyze the situation, one brown-haired girl asked him questions repeatedly, barely held back by a stronger bluenette. Assuming those were either his best friends or the most extroverted people in class, he answered as honestly and shyly as he could. Assuming his version in this world was to become a hero, he'd probably be the meek self he was in middle school with some more backbone. Katsuki seemed not to want to cause bodily harm to him in public anymore, which he deduced was due to Midoriya becoming stronger and meaner himself.

At least he hoped, because oh boy was he going to wreck things.
The first break flew by and he managed to dwindle the confusion of his classmates, unconsciously assuring them when his analytical side came out and he decided to scribble violently in his notebook the entire remainder of the classes. The sight of Izuku himself scribbling away was calming and relaxed the class - although it did little to douse their confusion.