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Wheel of Emotions
Bnha (boys) X Villain!Reader
A story about a young villain forced to attend UA undercover for the sake of gathering information. As she battles with the constant reminders of her past, and s...
A/n: Yo it's the 20th chapter ( ^ω^ ) y'know, last time I got to the 20th chapter of a story I stopped updating afterwards 👀 but anyways- look how fine Aizawa is... ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚
Also... look at how creative my title is today! G-Get it? Bc PDA means 'public display of affection' so PDV means- ITS A PLAY ON WORDS OKAY 💀 it'll make sense when you read the chapter so until then... adios!
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The following morning she was already awake but kept herself in her room. The 1-A group chat was open on her phone as she stared at Momo's 'mall trip reminder'. She should go, they would probably question her if she didn't. As she thought about it some more and picked at the seams of her bedsheets the girl realized she had nothing to wear that would suit Kurai Tamashi's casual clothes.
She should probably stop by her fake apartment and pick something from there. Her train of thought paused as she heard footsteps approaching her door. They were too slow to be Toga's, too loud to be Kurogiri's (the guy practically walked on air), and she knew it wasn't Tomura because he had a habit of dragging his feet when he walked.
"Stay out of my room, Dabi," she said, and the door opened. "Can't blame me for being curious, besides, I'm not in your room," he said, gesturing to his boots that stood just in front of her door frame.
She stared at him unamused, "stay out of my way, remember?" She reminded, standing up from her bed and grabbing her hoodie and f/c sneakers.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't be civilized and talk to each other," he said, and she could practically feel his smirk as he leant against her doorframe. She huffed in annoyance, wordlessly putting on her sneakers.
At her silence Dabi continued, "where are you going at this time anyways? I didn't think of you as the type to wake up early," he said. In actuality though, she didn't wake up early, after her talk with Tomura on the roof she just never went back to bed.
"None of your business, pretty boy," she replied, putting on her black hoodie. As she pulled her h/c hair out from underneath the sweatshirt, Dabi noticed the long scar on the back of her neck but said nothing.
Instead, he moved out of the way to let her leave her room but before the girl did, he noticed her quickly grab a round copper object off her desk. She shoved the object into her pocket unusually fast before leaving. Dabi followed the girl to the main area.
"Pretty boy?" He questioned, amused.
"Did I say that?" She asked, Dabi's long strides allowing him to catch up to her quick ones. "You did, are you sure you can see my face clearly?" He joked, his hands casually in the pockets of his jacket.
She looked over at him, "yeah, what's wrong with your face?" She asked, genuinely seeing nothing wrong with the way he looked. But perhaps that was a good thing for this situation.
