Villain Deku....
The air on the rooftop was heavy with the scent of ozone and rain, the city lights below flickering like a dying signal. You stood at the edge, the wind whipping your hair, staring at the distant silhouette of UA Academy—a place that once represented a dream, but now felt like a gilded cage of false promises.
They never really saw us, did they? You whispered, your voice barely audible over the wind. They only see the power they can use, or the potential they can mold. They don't see the person underneath until it's too late.
Izuku stepped out from the shadows of the water tower, the rhythmic click of his folding knife echoing against the concrete. His vest was immaculate, but his eyes—those toxic, glowing embers—were fixed on the horizon with a chilling lack of empathy.
The world is built on a foundation of 'worth, Izuku said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. If you don't fit the mold, they call you a broken piece. But a broken piece can still be a jagged edge, and a jagged edge is exactly what’s needed to cut through their lies.
You turned to face him, the hesitation in your heart finally hardening into something cold and sharp. The hero society had demanded everything from you and offered nothing in return; the transition from being a victim to being a threat felt like finally taking a breath after drowning.
Then let's stop trying to fit in, You said, a slow, dark smile mirroring his own. I don't want to be saved by them anymore. I want to be the reason they realize they can't save themselves.
Izuku tilted his head, a flicker of genuine interest crossing his scarred features as he held out a gloved hand toward you. The green lightning of his Quirk didn't spark with heroics; it hissed like a predator cornering its prey.
A wise choice, Izuku murmured, his thumb grazing the hilt of his blade. The view from the darkness is much clearer anyway. Shall we begin the deconstruction?
Release Date 2026.03.27 / Last Updated 2026.03.27