"Wakey wakey~" I heard a voice coe out, almost singing right into my ear. It was soft and clearly a female judging by the tone, but it had a wrong tune to it. It sounded rather crazed, yet angered as it spoke out.

Opening my eyes, I tried to glance around, only to see nothing but darkness. I let out a small groan as my head felt like it was pounding, like it was being slammed against a wall over and over again. I flinched at the pain as I heard the voice giggle a bit,

"Oops! Silly me, I forgot the blindfold!" Just as I felt cold hands make there way around my head, my face being pulled forward, I felt the tight pressure around my head fade away and soon saw light.

I squinted my eyes at the light, as it was brighter than a 1000 sun's combined. The light blinding me for a second as I tried to regain my vision. I could hear the little sounding voice giggle again,

"Ooo~ you're a handsome one. No wonder she chose you," the voice called out as my blinding vision began to fade away and I could finally see.

Looking in front of me, I was a bit taken back to see a blonde haired school girl standing before me, a knife in hand. She held a crazed toothy smile as she looked at me with her golden eyes. I didn't give her any sign of fear or panic as I realized my hands and feet were locked down to the chair I was sitting on. Looking up to her, we made eye contact as I gave her a glare, my head still pounding as I did so,

"Where the hell am I?" I said with a bit of a growl in my tone. She looked at me with a pouting face as she held the knife up. But before she could say anything, an outside voice spoke up,

"Wouldn't you like to know, kid," it was a little raspy and deep, which made me turn my head. Instantly turning over to see a patchy looking man standing there, I began to recognize who these two were. I've seen a few things on the news, but never paid much attention to them as the news never interested me. They were clearly apart of the League of Villains, a group I never really wanted to run into and didn't think I would.

I wasn't a hero, nor did I associate with any hero (most times), so I figured I was safe. I was out of the way from being targeted, but I guess not since I'm sitting here in a metal chair, strapped down to it. It was uncomfortable, and I hated it, but I didn't understand why I was here. I worked as an intern for a hospital that was near my school. It wasn't anything special, just a little side activity that I thought would become something bigger. It was a small job, as I just mainly ran errands for everyone around the building and learned about the different jobs/departments. So why was I here, in some cold mucky room, sitting in front of members of one of the most feared groups, told that I was chosen for something,

"I would like to know you burnt piece of bacon," I criticized and could just see him glare at me while taking a step away from the wall he was chilling on. Uncrossing his arms, he strolled over to me while holding up one hand that was emitting a blue fire from it. I looked at it with curiosity as he approached, holding the flame closer and closer to me,

"What was that you said?" He said rather temptingly sarcastic.

While he held the flames close to me, I decided to speak up again, and... You ever have those moments where you say something you shouldn't? Yeah, this was that moment, and in this moment I feared nothing,

"I said you look like the old crusty mold they find on the bottom of the McDonald's fryer after 5 years," After those words left my mouth, I prayed to whoever I could think of that I wouldn't get murdered right there and then.

And boy did they answer me.

As the blue flames got closer and closer, and I could feel myself start to sweat while the blondy school girl came closer as well, holding the knife, there were voices. And those voices seemed to call off the two in front of me as they backed away, hearing the voices getting closer and closer,

"I'm telling you Tomura, we need him. Kurogiri can only do so much for our wounds," One voice, a female (I think), spoke out as it came closer,

"He better be worth the trouble then," A raspy, almost whisper-like, voice responded as I heard them almost right in front of us. Just as they were about to continue the conversation, I watched as they walked in.

Just as I thought, it was a green haired female that seemed to wear a suit-like outfit and a baby blue haired male that wore all black along with hands along his body. Raising an eyebrow at them, I followed their movements as they made their way fully into the room, looking at the two others in front of me,

"Toga, Dabi, move out of the way," the green haired female spoke up, and just then the two moved away from me. The flames disappearing along with the knife as well, as they stepped away almost rather annoyed. I turned my glare to the female suit wearer as she came closer to me, "Aww you're awake. D*mn, I really wanted to smack you awake,"

"I think that'd be animal abuse," The patchy burnt Nugget snickered, causing me to glare around the greeny girl at him, but I suddenly felt a hand grab my face. The hand holding both cheek with a thumb, pointer and middle finger as it turned my head towards the green haired girl. I noticed that she was the one who grabbed my face. I let out a groan from the pain hitting my head once more, my eyes looking up to her matching green eyes. It was almost as if her eyes glowed under the desk light, as they were bright green, looking right into my eyes. She stared into my eyes for a second as I glared at her, struggling to get my face out of her grasp,

"What do you want from me?" I managed to get out as I never peeled my eyes away. She seemed to laugh a little as she turned to glance back at the others. Giving them a little gesture to go away, she said something of seeing them later as they walked away. Just as they left the room, a door closing behind, she turned back around with a small smile,

"It's quite simple what I want," she answered as she let out of my face, throwing it slightly as she took a step back from me. Folding her arms behind her, she paced a little, "For a while, our... 'team' has struggled with trying to recover from injuries and-"

"No," I simply stated, knowing exactly where she was going with this.

I knew I probably had no chance of escaping either way if I was to help them or not, so it's better to go out helping the good guys then surrendering under the bad guys. And that's what I was doing. If I was to accept, I'd have to heal those who've done more harm then good, and I can't have that on my conscious. Even if I don't care for heros and that, I still don't want to help the bad guys. And that's that.

The female glared at me as she paused her pacing and leaned towards me a little, "I'm sorry, but that's the wrong answer. You see... We need you, and whether you want to help or not, you will. You have no choice,"

"Is that so?" I asked rather boldly, surprising myself and criticizing myself. She took a step closer, this time pulling out a knife (like the Blond girl) and holding it towards me,

"Yes. Because if you don't come willingly," she came closer and I refused to flinch as she held the knife up to my cheek, making a little cut in my skin, "We'll force you to,"

Smiling a little, I felt the blood slowly fall down my cheek, trickling down to my chin as a drop splashed down into my lap, "Do your worse,"

Just then, I felt a sharp pain hit my arm, causing me to let out a pained groan, flinching quite a bit at the pain. I turned to look down at my left arm, seeing the knife was being drug up from the top of my hand to my elbow. I cringed at the sight, turning to look up at her with tears stinging my eyes. I gritted my teeth tightly together as I met her green eyes and sadistic smile,

"Had enough already?... No? Good." Just then, I felt the knife trace to the collar of my shirt, "Hmm... It seems these school clothes are getting in the way. Maybe then, I should cut off a finger,"

"Do that and my quirk won't work dumb*ss," I spoke and just then I felt the knife slash at my chest, cutting through the fabric and skin. I let out a loud yell/cry as I wasn't expecting the sudden hit,

"Don't ever call me a dumb*ss," she chimed and just then I heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. My head was already dropped down to the floor, looking down to see that it was the knife she was using. There was little drops of blood that decorated it as it just lied there, my chest becoming way more bloodied from the knife.

Just as I heard her footsteps walk away and a door opening, I heard her voice peek up,

"Kurogiri. Clean him up and bring him to my room. I know he won't run away,"

Sitting in the female's room, I sat in the corner, curled up as I contemplated life. Every now and then, I'd glance up to the lady, I've come to know as 'Deku', a lady who is around 16 or 17 years old (a year you get than me). She never really told me much besides that and her goals to 'change society' as they all said around here.

Speaking of all around here, I never saw too many others around here as I wasn't allowed out of this room besides to use to bathroom and get a bath, which Deku would 'assist' me with.

I still didn't care for her, but... I don't know. The more I stay here, the more it all just seems right, and I don't know if that's just me going crazy or whatnot. But, it all is kind of nice.

I still don't have a bed exactly though, hence why I'm sitting on the floor then,

"Fallen Angel, get up here with me," I heard the female call out, not looking up from her book she held in hand. It was almost bedtime as she was in her basic, torn pajamas she had with her.

Standing up, I made my way up to the bed, sitting down on it like it was just a chair and not a bed. My eyes stared over the girl's features as they looked so clean yet rough with the few scars she had. I was almost jealous with how smooth her skin looked, but I brushed that off as I saw her glance over at me,

"If you think sitting there it going to warm me up, you have another thing coming for you because I'm about as cold as ice cream on a winter's day," she commented and letting out a sigh, I forced myself to push over to her sitting down next to her.

Just as I was next to her, she almost instantly hopped onto my lap, her book still in hand. As she began to read again, I didn't know what came over me as I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her. My face went into her green hair as I took in a whiff of its scent, smelling a hint of mint and lavender. I almost melted with the scent, but caught myself with it as I quickly shook myself out of the small trance I was in,

"You can't put your head on the back of my neck. You have to go from the side, that way you don't have hair blocking you," She stated, not looking up from her book. I mumbled a groan as I leaned back a bit,

"Blocking me from what?" I asked,

"From keeping me warm," she said as if it was obvious.

Taking her word though, I pushed her hair over a little and leaned my head onto her shoulder, looking down to the book she was reading. It was quiet again, not one of us made a sound besides our slow breathing. I could hear distant chatter in the background- probably the others getting drunk for no reason (besides Toga because she's a MINOR).

My eyes began to fall close as I held onto Deku, her warm keeping me warm with the thin clothes I had on. I was never really given decent clothes, as they didn't want me to have pockets or be able to hide stuff. So they gave me about the ugliest pair of clothes possible with NO pockets, thin as can be, and slightly tight on me. I honestly think it's a bunch of bullcrap, but it's whatever. Twice the other day offered me a sweatshirt, since he saw me shivering in the room, but when I tried to get it from him, Deku yelled down at him.

I felt bad for the guy. He seemed nice and definitely didn't deserve to be yelled at by the teen. And it hurt me to see him leave since he was one of the ones who wasn't crazy exactly around me,

"Hey Deku..." I mumbled out, feeling myself begin to doze off as I heard a hum as a response, "When can I get a sweatshirt?"

"Hmm... When I say we can trust you," she flipped the page, speaking calmly as she did so. I just paused for a second, thinking it over before I adjusted myself on her shoulder a bit,

"And how do I get you to trust me?"

She seemed to pause as well as she froze in place. She still stared down at the book, almost as if she was still reading, but I knew she was done with that page, she had been on it already for a minute and so. So clearly she was in her head thinking, probably mumbling to herself silently as it was a habit of hers.

Just as she shut the book, making me flinch, she set it down in front of us. She then scooted away from me a little before turning around and sitting on her knees. She looked at me seriously as she gave me a soft smile, something I rarely ever saw,

"How about you give me a kiss and I can trust you. Sounds fair, right?" She negotiated, her green bright eyes staring at me, just like the first time I saw her.

I was a bit shocked, the words waking me up a little as I stared right back at her, observing her movements. I couldn't tell if she was just messing with me or if she was being serious. But either way, just one kiss and I gain all trust? Maybe I get a sweatshirt, some new clothes, maybe I'll even be able to go out of the room more often, and see the others. All of it for just one kiss. But it was the kiss of a villain.

Even so, I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. You bet I'm taking that offer, right here and right now.

"Sounds good," I responded as I leaned down and pulled her gently in for a kiss, feeling her tense up at the touch of my lips against hers. I let it last for quite a while, actually liking the feeling of her. Her lips were soft, yet they were slightly rough as well, and they tasted like sweet. I wanted to stay there, just holding her cheeks softly as I kept her close to me. But, like all good things, it must come to an end as I pulled away from her, a smile grazing my lips.

Looking to her, she looked like she was shocked this time, her eyes wide as he mouth hung open a little,

"I-... I didn't actually expect you to-... To actually kiss me," she said in surprise, to which I just shrugged and leaned back,

"Can I have that sweatshirt now?" I asked and her surprised dropped as she shook her head, jumping up towards my chest. Landing on it with a 'thud', I let out a groan as I felt arms wrap around me, keeping me from moving,

"No. I'm still cold, you need to keep me warm," she stated and I just rolled my eyes.

So moral of the story. Yes, the bad guys may suck big time and may be total trash. Even if their reasons and goals behind their stories are fair and understandable. They are still bad, as they do bad things, but- sometimes there is a bit of good underneath them. It may be hard to reach and it may be hard to see it. But it's still there and I found that good in Deku. Even if she still lashes out sometimes and on the occasion will yell at me or accidentally cut me, it's still good.

At least I believe she's good and full of love, despite all the harm, right?

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