Doll~ || Villian Deku ✔️

Chapter 9: Hero

"You two really are foolish, you know that don't you?"

The two boys turned in shock, eyes wide in fear as they turned to the voice.

Shōta Aizawa, pro hero Eraserhead, stood next to the building, countless other pro heroes standing around him.
"After this is over, you two will be in huge trouble." Eraserhead grumbled, as he took in the situation.

Todoroki shuddered, then calmed down.
They were saved.
Y/N is saved.

Maybe he shouldn't count his blessings so soon.

A green blur jumped from one building to another, and disappeared into the so-called league of villains hide-out.

"That's him! We've got the right place!" Midnight announced. "We just have to find a way in-" she disappeared.
Maybe that's the wrong word.
She was compressed.

Deku POV
"Where is she," I growled, as I jumped back down into the bar, intoxicated by the strong smell of whisky.
"Back room. It's not a pretty sight" Dabi mentioned, avoiding my eyes.
A grin slithered across Shigarakis disgusting face.

I snarled.
"I told you not to lay a hand on her."

"You weren't here" Tomura grinned.
That motherfucker.

Let him die already.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
I ran to the back room.
Scarlet blood seeped under the door frame.
I knew the smell all too well.
The metallic sweet scent of Y/N's blood.

The door was locked.
With a bang, I kicked it down.

Her body was covered in blood-stained bandages.
Her chest rose slowly, painfully, fighting for life.
Tears fell down my face.

Tears?
Why do I-
I moved my gloved hand to my face, feeling the warm liquid trickle down my cheeks.

The sight of her crumpled on the floor..
Reminds me..
of long ago..

Three Years Ago
My phone beeped.
Continuously.
I rolled over in my bed.
It was 3 in the morning.
What did they want.
I looked at my phone.
Y/N.
She needed help.
Why would she message me..
I have no power..

But still..
I jumped up, slipped my coat on, and ran out the house.

Y/N❤️

Location Pinned 📍

Just hold tight..
I'll help you...

My grass-green hair flicked wildly through the wind as I ran to a dark alley.
Three men dressed in black leaned over a females body.
Y/N's body.

I noticed the slow rises of her chest, slowly falling to a stop.
The smell of metal hit my nose.
I crumpled mine in disgust.

Blood.
It was everywhere over the alley.

I accidentally stepped on a can.
Crunch.

The three men looked at me.
They smirked, and began making their way towards me.

My heart raced.
I couldn't do anything.
Being quirkless was a curse.

"I- I've already called the cops! Pro heroes are on the way!" I yelled, without thinking.

Their smirks faded, and they jumped off onto the roof, and away.

My body shook in fear as I ran over to Y/N's slumped body.

Gashes spilt her blood all over the alley floor.
Chest, arms, legs and neck were covered in cuts and bruises.
I lifted my phone to my ear, dialling 119 (Japans police system number)
Tears streamed down my face, a lump forming in my throat.

"Please help us." Was all I managed to mumble out, before dropping down to the floor and holding Y/N in my arms.

I felt the faint beat of her pulse in her neck.
The tears streamed harder.

She was alive.
But barely.
I'm so sorry I couldn't save you in time Y/N.
I'll get stronger.
This won't happen again.

The Present
I stood, body shaking.

I had let it happen again.

That memory- it seemed foreign, but also, warm. It was my own.

The lies All for one had spilled to me were fading.

Lies? 

No. They were the truth.

I think..

The tears continued falling as I held Y/N's unconscious body in my arms, the Deja Vu making the tears stream faster.

The other members of the league were fighting.

Pro's were here.

Who cares.

They weren't my members anymore.

I didn't belong here.

I was conflicted in my own head.

Because of them, Y/N is hurt.

They all deserve to die.