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Chapter 1- Captured
Izuku silently sprinted through the alleyways, weaving through the garbage as if it were second nature. He turned a sharp corner and flattened his back against the cold brick wall. He clenched the knife in his hand. His target calmly walked past him and he threw the dagger at the man’s back.
It hit him dead centre between the shoulder blades and he fell onto his knees before falling on his face. Izuku ran up to the bleeding body and fell to his knees beside it, covering the man’s mouth with his gloved hand. He ran his other hand across the wound and smiled.
“So, Hiroto Tengan. What will it be? You come with me and I torture you for information, or I kill you and then slaughter your family, hm?” Midoriya asked, holding the man’s head up by his hair whilst holding a knife to his throat.
“P-Please don’t hurt m-my family! T-They’ve done nothing wrong!” The man whimpered out, fear clouding his eyes.
“Well then, you’ll be coming with me,” Izuku murmured in his ear. He put his knife back in the secret compartment on his thigh and grabbed the man by his hair.
“Alrighty, then. Let’s get you knocked out, shall we?” He smashed the man’s head into the nearest wall and heaved the body over his shoulder.
“Target secured. I’ve sent you my location,” He spoke quietly into his earpiece.
“Thank you, Atrax. As always, you have completed on time,” came the reply. A few seconds later, a portal opened up next to the wall he was leaning on and he chucked the body into it. He stuck his hand through and gave Kurogiri a thumbs up before it closed, leaving him to do his own thing.
Swiftly and silently, he scaled up a nearby building, perching on the edge. He closed his eyes, listening to his surroundings.
Cat in the trash two alleyways down. Seven heartbeats a quarter of a mile away. They’re travelling fast. Has to be heroes, I better get going then.
Izuku glanced at the moon and estimated it to be only around two in the morning. He stood up, stretching his legs, and began leaping from building to building.
“STOP, VILLAIN!!” One of them yelled.
Idiot. Does he expect me to stop when he yells stop? I’m not a fucking dog. Izuku frowned at the thought but continued to run nevertheless.
He jumped across rooftops a little longer before he took some turns and dove into an alleyway. He weaved through the dilapidated buildings and took refuge on a balcony. He flattened himself against the wall and grabbed a knife from his utility belt.
Some of the heroes ran straight past his alleyway in search of him. Once most of them disappeared from his sight, he jumped off the
small balcony, landing silently below. Quietening his breathing, he closed his eyes and surveyed the area.
Four heartbeats. Ok, I can work with this.
He took out his ear piece and smashed it under his foot. Then, he took out his burner phone and crushed it as well, putting the pieces in different trash bags. He crept around the alleyways, listening out for heartbeats and other noises.
I’m surrounded and by the sound of it reinforcements are going to arrive soon. He scaled another building and began running in a random direction.
I hate that I’m saying this but thank fucking god for the curse of a quirk I was given.
He leapt a few more buildings before Eraserhead’s capture weapon shot at him from behind. He narrowly dodged and cursed when Snipe shot at him from below. Out of nowhere, another four heartbeats entered his hearing and he looked to his left.
Great. Endeavour’s here with the other heroes who ran off. If I wasn’t fucked before, I am now.
A wave of flames shot at him and he ducked, the flames barely skimming the top of his hair. He jumped as the capture weapon shot at his feet and didn’t bother to dodge when bullets came flying at him. Pink and purple smoke surrounded him, only breaking when the occasional bullet or capture weapon whizzed by.
As he fought off the flames and weapons that came flying his way, he leapt at Endeavour, manoeuvring himself around the incoming flames. He gripped his knife and plunged it into the flaming pile of trash’s back.
Unfortunately, that gave Eraserhead enough time to shoot his capture weapon at him and wrap him up tightly.
Well, it seems as if God does hate me.
That was all he managed to think before Midnight’s quirk finally took its toll and he allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness.
Chapter 2- Interrogation
Slowly, Izuku began to regain consciousness. The memories of what happened suddenly rushed back to him and he groaned internally.
Alright. Not the first time you've been kidnapped, Izuku. You've got this. Kurogiri probably already transferred the money to my bank account so I don't need to worry about that.
He silenced his thoughts and began to listen to his surroundings.
Five heartbeats. They're in the next room over so I'm safe to check for restraints.
He tried to move his hands slightly, making sure to not make any noise. Unsurprisingly, his hands wouldn't budge and were met with cold metal.
Thick metal quirk-cancelling cuffs. Fucking great, this is going just perfect.
After sitting in silence for a few minutes sorting out his thoughts, Izuku finally decided to try to listen in to what the heroes and other people were saying.
"-e's just a kid, Shouta. We can't send him to Tartarus!" A female voice, presumably Midnight's, yelled.
"I've already got two other higher-level villains in my class! I'm not risking the safety of my students just because he's a kid!" A deeper voice replied, presumably Eraserhead.
"Shouta, he's a mistreated, broken kid! He was cast out and thought the only thing he could do was become a villain! We have to show him that he isn't alone!"
Very much incorrect. I know I'm not alone because I currently have a big, fat, juicy bounty on my ass so people follow me whenever they can find me. Stupid ass people thinking they know everything about me.
"-at's a great idea, Nemuri! We can add Atrax to Class 1-A with the other two delightful villains," A squeaky voice said.
There are other villains in 1-A?
“-ell, it's decided then! Atrax will join Class 1-A to be the third person to join UA’s Villain Rehabilitation Program!”
Ah, great. I get to go to UA with a bunch of wannabe heroes and two other villains because I'm too young for Tartarus. Fun.
Izuku mentally facepalmed himself and decided now was the right time to ‘wake up’. He began to open his eyes, but squinted at how bright the light was.
His eyes eventually adjusted to the light and he was met with the stares of Detective Tsukauchi, Midnight, Eraserhead, and Nezu. He looked around his room to take in his surroundings.
Concrete floors, concrete walls, big metal door, small window with metal bars on it. Well, shit.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to say something?" Izuku asked after surveying his surroundings.
"Hello, Atrax. I am Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi," Tsukauchi started.
"I know who you are, we can skip the formalities," Izuku spoke up, "I'm sure you're not here for a friendly chat so, when's the interrogation starting?"
"Ah yes, I think we've waited long enough. Detective, if you may," Nezu gestured towards Tsukauchi.
"Atrax, I am going to read out your data and you are going to correct me if anything is wrong." Detective Tsukauchi stated, “Real name is currently unknown; alias is Atrax, presumably named after the Atrax Robustus spider, also known as the Sydney funnel-web spider. Age is estimated to be between seventeen and twenty. Quirk is also unknown but it is believed to be a knife making or summoning quirk,”
"Why the fuck would my quirk be knife making?" Izuku interrupted.
"It's a witness-based assumption, Atrax. Please correct it,"
"My quirk is unimportant. That's all you need to know. Also, the age is wrong. I'm fifteen,"
"Truth," Naomasa muttered out, writing it down on his clipboard. He soon continued, “Estimated to have over three hundred kills and has over one hundred reported kidnappings. Is this all correct?”
"I believe so," Izuku said, “Though I don’t count how many people I’ve killed or kidnapped, it does sound about right,”
“Truth,” The detective noted.
"What is your real name?" Eraserhead asked.
"Hmm. I don't quite remember, you know. Been a while since I’ve heard it,"
"Alright, then. Nezu, take it away," Tsukauchi stepped away and Nezu stepped up, standing on a table.
"As you probably already know, I am Principal Nezu of UA! UA has started a new project called the Villain Rehabilitation Program – VRP for short – and you are going to join it,"
"Honestly, I'd rather die," Izuku deadpanned.
"It's too bad you don't have a choice, isn't it? Anyway, you will be transported to UA and shown around in fifteen minutes, so be prepared!" And with that, they all walked out of the room, leaving Izuku to his own thoughts.
After another ten minutes passed, Midnight and Aizawa walked in. They uncuffed him from the chair and Midnight quickly used her quirk to knock him out. Aizawa put him in quirk cancelling cuffs and escorted him into a police car with Midnight.
"This is going to be one hell of a week," Shouta groaned.
“It sure will be,” Nemuri responded.
Chapter 3- Moving in
Izuku woke up to being slung over the shoulder of someone. The person had his hips resting on their shoulder, an arm wrapped around the back of his knees. He opened his eyes to be met with the stare of Midnight, who was walking behind the person carrying him.
"Honestly, I couldn't give less of a fuck right now," He muttered to himself, re-closing his eyes.
When they arrived at the gates of UA's entrance, the person — who was now recognised as Aizawa — put him down and grabbed onto a chain that connected to his cuffs.
Reluctantly, Izuku opened his eyes and followed Shouta past the main building, towards a separate building to the right.
"Dorms have been built near the main school as a safety precaution. The 1-A dorms consist of two halves, the hero course students, and the VRP students. You are to not interact with any of the students until you have been introduced to them tomorrow," Aizawa spoke up, breaking the silence.
Finally, they had reached the dorm buildings. Izuku was guided through a set of doors and into a reception-like area. The walls were a bright white colour and colourful beanbags and chairs were scattered across the black carpet. There were doors on either side of the room, one labelled 'Hero Course' and the other labelled 'VRP'.
Instinctually, Izuku quietened his breathing and listened to his surroundings.
Twenty-four heartbeats. Twenty from the left, two from the right, and two from around me. The two from the right must be the two other villain students and the others are all hero kids. He opened his eyes and began scanning his surroundings.
Three sets of doors; two to the dorms and one for entrance and exit. Five security cameras, one in each corner and one hidden under a windowsill. It was only once Izuku had analysed his surroundings and thought out escape routes that he allowed his breathing to return back to normal.
Aizawa led Midoriya hastily through the VRP-labelled door and around a corner. In front of them was a large elevator that was made of special reinforced metal, clearly All Might-proof.
"This is where I'll be leaving," Nemuri spoke up, "Aizawa will show you around your living area,"
She quickly walked away as the two males got into the elevator. Eraserhead pressed the second floor button and soon the lift doors closed.
"Tomorrow, you will be required to wear the UA uniform," Aizawa started, breaking the silence.
Izuku groaned, "Nuh-uh. With all due respect, I personally don't want to be covered with whatever hero spirit you make those clothes out of. So nope. Not happening,"
Aizawa just grunted, clearly annoyed, and a second later the elevator dinged, signifying that they had reached their floor. They stepped out into a short hallway and walked down, passing a few signs about heroism. Ew .
They soon reached a large-ish room with a couch, coffee table, and television.
"This is the common room, the kitchen and dining room are both on the floor above us and there is a gym in the basement below the main floor where we entered,"
He continued leading Izuku through another stretch of hallways.
"These are the rooms," He said, stopping at the entrance of a corridor-like room.
There were three doors on either side of the walls, and the ones to the left were labelled. The door furthest away from them was labelled as Izuku's – or rather as Atrax's.
"I or another staff member will grab you tomorrow morning before classes start to escort you through the main building," Aizawa spoke as he uncuffed Izuku. He put two small bands on both of Midoriya's wrists.
"It is currently a few minutes past midnight so I recommend trying to get some sleep," He spoke tiredly and walked away.
Well then. I'll get myself situated.
Cautiously, he opened the door. Stepping onto the wooden floor, he scanned his surroundings. In the corner was a single bed with plain black bed sheets. Opposite the bed was a small desk with a shelf above it and a swivel chair.
At the end of the bed, there was a medium-sized wardrobe filled with a couple sets of UA uniforms, a few plain white tank tops, and multiple pairs of black and grey sweatpants. There were also a few pairs of underwear, and socks that were folded up underneath the hangers.
Near the desk, there was a door that led to a bathroom. Inside the bathroom, there was a set of black marble counters with a built-in sink. Opposite the counters, there was a plain white bathtub with a towel rack next to it. There was a toilet at the end of the bathtub next to a heater. The walls were painted a greyish-white and the floor was made of black tiles.
More of a jail cell than a dorm but I guess prisoners can't be choosers.
He walked out the bathroom and closed the door behind himself, laying on the bed, one foot crossed over the other. He rested his hands on top of his stomach and closed his eyes.
Mechanical whirring. Two security cameras and seven recording bugs. The other two are both in their rooms, presumably asleep seeing as their breathing is slow and calm.
He reopened his eyes and looked towards the window that was next to the desk. The moon shone through it, illuminating the room.
It's almost one in the morning. Still have time to check the bathroom and locate the bugs and cameras.
Quietly, he opened the bathroom and stepped inside, his boots protecting his feet from the cold tiles.
Great, fifteen bugs but no security cameras. At least they gave me decent privacy.
Swiftly, Izuku trudged out of the bathroom and began the hunt for bugs. It wasn't hard to find them, and it definitely wasn't hard to find the cameras and their blind spots.
Once he had scouted out his entire room, he strolled back into the bathroom. He began to take off his villain costume, checking all the pockets and hidden compartments for weapons or anything else the heroes didn't take. Eventually, he managed to find two throwing knives and a pocket knife. There were also a handful of paperclips that they must’ve deemed not a threat.
After checking everywhere he peeled off his bloodstained shirt. Then, he chucked his shirt onto the pile of blood-soaked clothes in the corner. He took out his contact lenses and put them next to the weapons.
Quickly, he filled his bathtub with warm water and got in, his muscles instantly relaxing. He washed off the dried blood from his skin and rinsed his hair. Luckily, he had re-dyed his hair before he left to kill his last target, so it wouldn't wash out any time soon.
After a few minutes of relaxing, he hopped out of the bath and dried himself off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked at himself in the mirror. Contently, he sighed and picked his villain costume up. He placed it in the tub that he neglected to empty and allowed it to soak.
He put in his contacts and walked out the bathroom, grabbing a shirt out of the closet along with some underwear and a pair of black sweatpants. Walking back into the bathroom, he put them on and looked at his weapons.
He picked them up and hid them inside the secret compartment in the soles of his boots. He put the boots inside the closet and shut the door. Once more, he looked out the window.
Fucking hell, two already? I guess time does fly.
Izuku sighed and got into bed, falling into a nightmare-filled sleep.
Chapter 4- Introductions
“Izuku, sweetheart! Get your jumper on, we’re going for a walk to the shops!” Inko Midoriya yelled from the kitchen. She was dressed up in a woolly sweater with the words ‘Plus Ultra!’ knitted into it and some baggy-but-not-too-baggy jeans.
Five-year-old Izuku Midoriya excitedly hopped down the stairs in his favourite All Might hoodie, fiddling with the strings.
“Coming, Mama!” He yelled and rushed towards his loving mother. She picked him up and he nuzzled his face into her neck.
“If you’re good we might be able to get the new All Might figure that came out! Buuutt,” She giggled, dragging out the end of the word, “You have to help me with the shopping, okay Izu?”
From how fast he nodded his head, Inko wondered how he hadn’t gotten whiplash. She placed him down and they both got their shoes on, Izuku slipping into his iconic red ones.
He grabbed his mother’s hand and led her out of the building, only giving her a few seconds to lock the door behind them. Hurrying along the road, they reached the small marketplace they usually shopped at.
“Look, Mama! They’re selling an All Might backpack! Can I get it? Pleeeaaase?” He gave her the puppy dog eyes but she resisted, looking down at him with a soft, playful expression.
“I tell you what, if you’re really good, you can get the figure and the bag! How does that sound?”
Izuku looked as if he was going to explode from how excited he was. They walked past the merchandise stall and towards the grocery store on the corner. They walked inside, the warm air hitting their faces. The duo grabbed a basket and walked towards the vegetable aisle, hand-in-hand.
“Okay, Izu. Can you go and get the bread for me, please? Get two loaves of the pre-sliced ones. If you’re sneaky then maybe you’ll be able to hide a chocolate in the basket,”
“Okay, Mama! Stay here!” Little Izuku hugged his mother’s leg and quickly rushed off towards the end aisles of the shop, unaware of what was about to happen.
When he was searching the last row of bread for the one his mother usually gets, a crash went off near the entrance of the store. He ignored it as it was probably a cat that had sneaked in and knocked something over.
Soon, he found the bread and grabbed two loaves. He went to walk back towards his mother but saw something that made his blood run cold.
There were two men dressed in black holding a gun. One of them yelled at the cashier to give him money and when they refused he grabbed the nearest person to him to use as a hostage: Izuku’s mother.
Izuku backed away from the entrance of the aisle so he was mostly hidden. To his dismay, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene. His mother was standing there with a gun pointed at her head.
He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. There his mother was, in all of her loving glory, about to be killed by some petty thugs because they decided to rob a small convenience store. She was put in a chokehold by the larger man, the other one still holding the gun to her forehead.
Inko’s eyes darted towards the aisle where Izuku had gone and momentarily locked eyes with him. She broke eye contact before realising who she had looked at, eyes resting on the store employee who was getting money out of the cash register.
Izuku’s mother’s eyes shot back to where Izuku was hiding and they locked eyes. His eyes watered as she mouthed the words ‘I love you, my baby’ to him with a soft apologetic look. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the new pro hero — Hammerhead, Izuku’s brain unhelpfully informed — arrived, scaring the thieves.
Time seemed to slow down as a gunshot rang throughout the store, and a body dropped to the floor. A silent scream escaped his mouth as he looked at his mother’s body, the life quickly fading from her. The green-haired child dropped the bread and fell to his knees, watching as the hero couldn’t care less about the death that just occurred.
He tore his gaze from Inko’s cold, lifeless corpse and stumbled to his feet, running towards the back door of the shop. He didn’t want to watch what happened next. All he could think about was the look his mother had given him, as if she knew she wouldn’t make it.
He was… all on his own.
Izuku sat up in his bed, a few beads of sweat falling down his forehead. He had been having the same nightmare since his mother had passed and over the years he had become accustomed to waking up in a cold sweat.
He quickly got his bearings and got out of his bed, looking out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise.
Ugh, it’s five in the bloody morning. Stupid memories. Always fucking up my sleep. Well, I suppose three hours of sleep is better than none.
Izuku sighed and wiped his face, walking into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, taking note of his partially red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He walked back into his bedroom and grabbed a white tank top and grey sweatpants from the closet.
He put them on and walked out his room, carefully listening to his surroundings.
They’re still asleep. Good.
Silently, he made his way to the elevator and headed into the gym. The bell dinged and he walked out, into another hallway. He walked down it and tried to ignore all the posters about heroism and motivation.
He eventually got to the actual gym part after passing a couple locker rooms and toilets. It was larger than Izuku expected but he wasn’t complaining. There were three punching bags in the right corner, two bench presses in the left and a mat in the middle of the room, presumably for sparring.
There were two treadmills up against the wall near the bench presses and a couple targets near the punching bags to practise aim.
He automatically went over to the treadmill and set it to a sprinting pace. He ran for another hour before his mind finally cleared. He stopped running and took off his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
I’m getting worse. I’ll have to re-train myself before my skills start to plummet downhill.
Izuku walked back to the elevator and chose the second floor. He listened carefully for the other two’s heartbeats but, when he heard them from the floor above him, he stepped out, quickly making his way to his room.
He sighed and walked back into the bathroom. His villain costume was still soaking in the tub and, from the looks of it, most of the blood had come out, leaving behind an almost black liquid.
He scooped the clothes out of the water and set them inside the sink, turning the tap on to rinse them of any extra blood. After a couple minutes, Izuku removed the clothes and bundled them up in a towel, leaving them near the heater to hopefully let them dry a little extra before he allowed them to dry completely.
Watching the murky water spiral down the drain, he stripped himself of his clothes and quickly took a shower to rid his body from the sweat he had produced during his short training session. He dried himself using an extra towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Walking towards his closet, he grimaced, remembering what he was going to have to wear.
I suppose I could make this a little more bearable. If I leave the top three buttons undone on the shirt and discard the tie to make breathing easier, and if I just leave the blazer I won’t have to lug it around. The shoes are fucking disgusting so I’ll replace those with my boots and then I also have a few secret compartments I can hide my stuff in. The rest is alright, I guess.
He grabbed the uniform and chucked the clothes he didn’t need back in the closet. He grabbed his boots and slipped back into the bathroom.
He quickly changed and took out all his weapons, placing them on the counter. Eventually, he decided on bringing a few paperclips, the penknife, and a singular throwing knife. He placed his boots on the counter next to the weapons and began hiding everything listed in the hidden pockets.
He put on his mask and exited the bathroom.
Just because heroes have seen my face doesn’t mean I want anyone else to. He thought to himself as he put his mask over his mouth.
From upstairs — in the dining room or kitchen, Izuku couldn’t tell — yelling could be heard. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the hero students could hear the villain duo that were fighting.
“-OU IDIOT! YOU BURNED THE FUCKING TOAST!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU DISTRACTED ME BY NOT LETTING ME CUT YOU!!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT??? I DON’T HEAL LIKE SPIDER-FREAK AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BLEED OUT RIGHT NOW!!”
Izuku stopped listening to their conversation when he heard footsteps heading towards his door. His train of thought was cut off by knocking at the door. He put on his boots and opened the door, being greeted by the enormous eyebags of Eraserhead.
“Class is in ten minutes. The other two are leaving the building. Let's go,” He said monotonously. Izuku simply stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, ignoring the sigh of the insomniac when he saw the boy’s clothes.
They walked in silence apart from the occasional yawn from Eraser. Soon enough, they arrived at the large doors of Class 1-A and Izuku wanted to bash his head against the wall.
“Wait out here, I’ll come and get you when everyone’s ready,” Aizawa grunted before pushing open the large doors.
To comfort himself Midoriya quietened his breathing and closed his eyes, listening to the heartbeats of the students.
This is gonna suck balls. I mean I wouldn’t mind sucking balls but you get my point. Okay Izuku, it’s just a bunch of kids, how hard can this be?
Absent-mindedly, Izuku leaned against the wall, deep in thought. As if scripted, Shouta walked out the door, and grabbed him with his scarf. Then, he proceeded to drag the boy into the classroom.
“Eraser as much as I enjoy bondage, I’d prefer if I start my career as a prostitute when I’m actually legal,” Izuku snarked in front of the entire class.
“Shut up and introduce yourself,”
His attention was then brought to the class who were either very badly trying to hide their snickering or scared shitless. He smirked under the mask and bit his lip.
“Whaddup I’m Jared, I’m nineteen, and I never fucking learned how to rea-” His introduction was cut off by Aizawa hitting him round the back of the head.
“Party pooper,” Izuku mumbled, rolling his eyes.
Aizawa glared at him and released his capture weapon, getting into his yellow sleeping bag. Izuku landed on his feet and scanned the class.
His eyes stopped on a rather angry-looking blonde.
Katsuki fucking Bakugou. Of course he’s in UA.
He tore his gaze away from the pomeranian when a blue-haired kid stood up and began to speak — or, well, yell.
“That isn’t appropriate UA uniform! You must change immediately!” The robot-like boy yelled, his arm going up and down in a chopping motion.
Fucking great. Ingenium’s younger brother.
“Ah, well, I wasn’t exactly planning on starting my debut as a stripper quite yet. That was more of a Plan B if the whole villain thing didn’t work out. Since I’m here though I might as well put Plan B into action,” Izuku said smugly, pretending to start taking his shirt off.
His eyes settled on the two other villains at the back of the classroom.
Fucking Dabi and Himiko Toga. And I thought this couldn’t get any worse.
“How’d you get caught, Maskdick?” Dabi said, smugly.
Izuku strode over to the villain duo and sat on the older boy’s desk, swinging his legs.
“To be honest I thought it was a pretty badass way to get caught. So I was out killing Hiroto Tengan — y’know that one guy who betrayed the league? Anyways, so I was out killing him, I got the job done and sat on a nearby building. Then, a bunch of heroes come into my hearing range and I’m like ‘Oh shit, I’m fucking dead’,” He exaggerated with his arms flailing about, “So the chase goes on etcetera, etcetera, and the other pro heroes all run away and so me being a dumbass thinks ‘Haha, fucking pussies’ and then fucking Endeavour turns up with the other fucks that ran off because he was in Musutafu for some godforsaken reason. SO I'VE THEN GOT LIKE ELEVEN PRO HEROES ON MY ASS, INCLUDING THE NUMBER TWO HERO WHO DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT COLLATERAL DAMAGE THAT I WAS TRYING TO AVOID! Cue a badass fight scene with me dodging fire, bullets, and Eraser’s bondage gear. Then the rest is history,”
Dabi looked at him with raised eyebrows and hidden jealousy.
“No fair! How come you get eleven heroes on you and we only get eight!” Toga whined like a seven year old.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me… you lost to eight heroes?” Izuku said, hiding his laughter and miserably failing.
“Yeah, Crazy over there decided to kill an on-duty hero while we were on a mission from Crusty. Then, out of nowhere five other pro heroes — including Eyebags — come at us and fucking capture us,”
“I knew you guys would get caught sometime soon, but really? To eight heroes that you didn’t even know the names of?”
“Shut up,”
Izuku hit the older-boy on the arm softly and hopped off the desk.
“Uhhh, no offence to you guys, but you never told us who you were,” A red haired kid spoke up.
Kid’s got balls. Balls I wouldn’t mind sucking.
“Oh yeah, I’m Atrax. Uhhh, don’t give a fuck if you talk about me, and,” Izuku paused, thinking about what else he should say, “I kill people for a living. That’s basically it,”
“What’s your quirk?” A brown-haired girl spoke up, radiating positivity and determination.
“My quirk’s irrelevant. Don’t go asking any teachers or anything, they don’t know either,”
Chatter soon resumed in the classroom and eventually the bell rang, the three villains darting out the door before anyone could blink.
Chapter 5- Sparring
Saying school was boring would be an understatement for Izuku. UA taught pretty much everything he taught himself when he was eight — excluding his assassination skills, those weren’t in a normal kid’s curriculum.
The three walked as slowly as they could to their next class which was a newly introduced class made specifically for VRP students; How To Be A Hero. Izuku groaned when the trio reached the classroom and stepped inside, noticing that they were the only ones there.
“Dabi, if my balls don’t get fondled within the next five minutes I’m actually going to find a way to kill myself,” Izuku exclaimed a little too loudly, walking over to a seat at the back if the classroom.
“Dude. No one wants to touch your hairy ballsack,” Dabi responded, taking the seat next to him.
“Exactly my point,” He deadpanned, smashing his face into the table.
A few seconds later, a teacher — that just so happened to be Aizawa — walked in, huffing in disappointment.
“This is a class that has been specifically introduced for the VRP,” Aizawa stated.
He was quickly interrupted by Izuku, who cut in, saying, “We’re so special,”
The poor teacher just glared at the boy and continued, “As you could tell on your timetable, this is a class on heroics. I’ll be showing you a few videos on heroism and after that you will be dismissed,”
The three just nodded, wanting to get it over with already.
During the videos, Izuku took it upon himself to make commentary, seeing as All Might — the one who voiced the videos — was doing a rather shit job.
“Greetings, young heroes!” The video All Might yelled.
“INCORRECT!” Izuku yelled back, earning muffled laughter from Toga and a smirk from Dabi. The video continued on for a few more minutes before All Might began listing off rules on how to be a hero.
“Rule number one of being a hero is trying your best to protect civilians!”
“Whoopsie daisies, it seems like I might’ve already broken that rule,” Izuku mumbled.
“Rule number two is stopping the villain! If he breaks free, more innocent people could get hurt!”
“That’s really sexist. I mean, who says villains can’t be a gender other than male,” Izuku spoke, walking over to Himiko’s desk.
She caught on to what he was doing and pretended to fake sob, using her hands to ‘dry’ her eyes.
“H-He said h-he! A-And not s-she!” She ‘sobbed’.
“It’ll be okay, Himiko. We think you’re an amazing serial killer!” Izuku exclaimed, rubbing Toga’s back.
Aizawa glared at the two who stopped their antics and went back to their seats.
“Come on, Eraser! That performance deserved an award-” Izuku was cut off by Aizawa’s capture weapon wrapping around his mouth.
Izuku looked at Dabi and signed ‘Sensory play and bondage, I mean I’m down for anything’. Dabi couldn’t hold his laughter back any longer and fell onto the floor clutching his stomach.
Aizawa just rolled his eyes and continued to play the clips, listening in to the comments that Izuku made. At one point, the boy had made a sarcastic comment about how great flashy heroes were and it would be lying if Shouta said he didn’t have to stifle his laughter.
After a gruelling hour of watching videos on heroics, Izuku bashed his head into his desk, groaning with boredom.
“I’d give you a blowjob but I’m saving myself for someone special,” Dabi spoke, poking Izuku on the head.
“Sure you are,” The green-haired boy snickered, before continuing, “Who is it, anyway? Fucking.. I don’t know… Shigaraki?”
“WHAT THE FUCK, NO! HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN? HIS SKIN HAS THE SAME CONSISTENCY AS SAND!”
Izuku howled with laughter with Toga, the lesson completely forgotten.
“Who is it then, Burnboy?” Izuku wheezed out.
“Ooh! I know! I know! Eyebags!” Himiko shouted enthusiastically, laughing even harder when Dabi looked at her with a ‘what the fuck are you on’ face.
Aizawa cleared his throat, reminding the trio that they were still in class.
“I’ll ignore that for the sake of my sanity,” The insomniac muttered, “Class dismissed. You now have a forty-five minute lunch period, and after that, you will meet with the class in our usual classroom,”
The three villains exited the room, talking about random stuff whilst heading to the cafeteria.
“-and then he wouldn’t let me cut him, so I kidnapped him and tortured him until he died!” Himiko partially yelled. Students looked at them in fear and disgust, including a few 1-A students.
After minutes of Dabi and Izuku having to listen to Himiko drone on and on about murdering someone in graphic deatil, they finally arrived at the cafeteria.
“ Atraaaaaaaax ?” Toga asked, faking innocence, “Could I have some blood, please? Seeing all those cute hero kids makes me want to see them bloody!”
Izuku merely sighed and outstretched his arm in her general direction. The trio then waited in the lunch queue, not wanting to draw any more attention to themselves – well, Izuku and Dabi not wanting to draw any more attention to themselves, Toga couldn’t care less.
After they had gotten their meals, they walked out the cafeteria, it was too crowded for Izuku and Dabi’s liking.
They wandered around aimlessly before finding the door to the roof and sitting up there. It was a warm, cloudless day and the breeze ruffled their hair.
They all discarded their bags and sat down, beginning to eat their lunches.
“So how have you both been?” Izuku asked after taking a mouthful of katsudon – it still wasn’t as good as his mother’s.
“Same old, same old, really,” Dabi replied, mouth full of soba.
“Oh! Kurogiri got a book on how to make different exotic types of shots! He gave me one called ‘Gorilla Puke’ and Crusty got ‘Cement Mixer’! It was really funny because he got absolutely hammered after only one!” Toga laughed at the memory and wiped her mouth clean of blood.
Izuku giggled along with her at the thought of Shigaraki stumbling around the bar, “I’ll have to ask Kuro where he got it. I’ve been meaning to update my taste – new poisons coming out and all,”
“Yeah, I got a drink called ‘Black Death’ and let me tell you, it lives up to its name,” Dabi snorted, “Smokey put fucking soy sauce and vodka in it. One out of ten, do not recommend,”
After a pleasant bundle of conversations, Izuku heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They weren’t any of the teacher’s so he kept his guard up as the door was pushed open. Standing there was a boy with fluffy, purple hair, and bags under his eyes that could rival Aizawa’s.
“Ah, sorry. I didn’t know this spot was taken. I’ll leave you be,” He muttered before turning to walk away.
“It’s alright. There’s still space on the roof,” Izuku said, earning a confused look from the two villains who were previously bickering.
The purple-haired boy shrugged his shoulders and walked to the opposite side of the roof. It was obvious he didn’t want to intrude.
“I’m Atrax , by the way. This idiot is Toga Himiko,” He said, pointing at Toga, “And the burnt one is Dabi,”
“Shinsou Hitoshi, nice to meet you, I guess,”