Summary: There's no real explantation as to how or why the reader got dropped off in an anime, but they're there and they managed to get dropped off at the heart of the villain world.
Quirk: The readers quirkless obviously... Or maybe not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON REQUESTS SO DON'T WORRY)
___1st Person POV___
"Sh*t my head feels like someone just pounded a hammer into it," I cursed out, my eyes opening slowly to find that I was no longer sitting on my bed but instead a wood floor. Letting out a sigh, I figured I had just been sleep walking and ended up downstairs in the living room again. It wasn't an everyday thing that happened, but I've sleep walked before so I wasn't too worried about it.
I only became worried when I looked up to see that it was, in fact, NOT the downstairs living room, AND I was with some unusual strangers. Looking around, my mouth hung open as I spotted that I was in a rundown looking bar with a few... Cosplayers? They looked so familiar, yet it took me a second to realize who they exactly were cosplaying. But, at the moment, that wasn't my concern. Instead, it was the fact that I had no clue where I was, or how I got here,
"Who the hell is this?" I heard a raspy voice call out, causing me to snap my head around to see two more people walking in. I assumed the one that spoke was the male figure, who looked to be cosplaying as Dabi?
I raised an eyebrow at him, "I could be asking you the same question,"
"Ohh a feisty one," I heard someone chime in, but I couldn't tell who it was as I turned around to see a light blue haired man stand from his seat at the bar. As he looked down to me, I could instantly recognize him to be cosplaying as Shigaraki with the hand on his face. Seeing as he was approaching me, his body towering over me, I pushed myself to stand up so it wouldn't be as intimidating. But, even if I stood up, this man seemed intimidating still as his was a bit taller than me,
"I was about to ask the same thing- who the hell are you?"
I seemed a bit shocked to hear his voice as it sounded so similar to Shigaraki's voice from the show. But I shook off my fangirl moment as it was replaced with a sudden confusion and annoyance,
"(Y/N), now who the hell are you, Mr. Dusty Duster?" He looked a bit confused at the nickname, but then again I couldn't exactly tell if he was, since he had a whole hand on his face. Looking at him up and down, I watched as he reached out a hand for me. My eyes went wide and in an instant, I stepped aside without another thought, not wanting this rando to touch me.
Just as I dodged him, I could hear growl and in a few seconds, I felt hand grab me from behind and hold me in place. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a lizard looking guy and a mascular woman holding my arms back in place. Glaring at them, I turned around just to see the light blue haired man holding a hand out for my throat. Knowing I had no other option in this situation, I accepted it and felt as he held his hand at my throat. Except, just like his character, he had all fingers except one touching. It felt about as uncomfortable as it sounds and looks in the show as he leaned in a bit,
"The names Tomura Shigaraki and-"
Rolling my eyes, I cut him off, "Well duh you're him. Your cosplay gives that away, but God d*mn you're so into character that it's just weird now bro. Like I get it if you and your friends want to cosplay the League but y'all don't have to legit kidnap a teenage girl like me and hold her for ransom or some sh*t,"
Everyone in the room went silent, and I could almost just hear the confusion in them as they all stared at me weirdly,
"You think this is cosplay?" The Shigaraki asked out in his raspy voice. I just nodded at him, not thinking twice of it, but that just seemed to anger him. Before he could go off on a tantrum though, I swooped in to justify myself,
"Yeah, you guys are cosplaying the League of Villains from My Hero," I gestured my head to the guy in front of me and than begun to go around to everyone, "You're Tomura Shigaraki, that's Kurogiri behind you, over there is Dabi, Toga Himiko, Twice, Mr. Compress, and the two behind me are Magne and Spinner,"
"We're not cosplayers," I heard him growl out a bit, but I didn't care. I was one to push my limits. Even if this isn't the best situation, I mean, what's the worse they do? Kill me? Meh, it happens. So I just glared at him and tried to lean forward at him, his hand still tight on my throat. I smirked at him as he backed up a little,
"Then prove it." I stated, and to which he backed up, glancing over to the bar counter. A few seconds passed by before he actually grabbed something and let his whole hand touch it. In an instant, it turned into dust, which convinced me quite a bit, but a small part in my conscience kept me from thinking it was real,
"Any other contenders?" I asked, needing a bit more convincing. This left Shigaraki to be a bit baffled, probably not understanding why I was asking for more. But, I turned my head to see Dabi standing there with a hand full of fire, Toga standing there with a needle, Mr. Compress standing there with a weird blue marble ball in hand, and Twice now elsewhere (I don't know where he went). My mind now convinced that I somehow ending myself up in a fictional world, I seemed to be a bit shocked. Turning back to Shigaraki, I could swear I see an evil looking smile,
"Convinced?"
______Time Skip_______
It's been about two months or so since I somehow managed to join the League, and let me tell you- it's been hell.
For the first week, I was either forced to stay with Tomura or be locked in his room (since, of course, they didn't have any other room I could stay in). It honestly pissed me off to be forced to stay with him of all people. Like, I get he's the leader, but I'd be fine to stay with one of the girls here- well- girl*. As much as I liked Toga's character, she scared the soul out of me as she seemed to be so attached to her knives. So, I'd rather stay with Magne, as she seemed to be pretty chill. As for the other members... They're great..?
Dabi is a bit of a d*ck to me, yet I think he likes having me around? It's kind of hard to say when he enjoys talking to me for one moment, and then the next he's teasing me. Kurogiri is pretty cool. He doesn't talk a whole lot to me, but when he does he's pretty nice. He treats me almost like I've always been here, like I'm one of the others. Maybe it's All For One telling him to or something, but I enjoy Kurogiri. Mr. Compress is a little weird, but nice. He likes to show me some magic tricks every now and then, which were actually pretty cool. Spinner now is an *sshole to me, yet he tries to flirt with me sometimes. Most days I'll just be sitting there at the bar, talking to whoever and the douchebag just walks up flirting with me, but then when I reject him he gets all pissy with me. Finally Twice. He's awesome. Despite having mixed opinions about me, he is nice to me and even sometimes likes to hang out with me. He enjoys hearing about my life in the 'real' world (as I call it) and likes to hear about how he has quite a few fans there as well.
Now, what I am to all of them? I'm like an info dealer. And although I've told them a few times I can't disclose much info about them or the future events, they still try to get it. I'm also kind of the errand runner for them. Since they're all wanted criminals and can't be seen in public, I'm their public person. After about the first month of getting them to trust me that I wouldn't run away or anything, they deemed me to be their runner. I'll just usually just get food and groceries...after they've stolen money and given it to me.
I wasn't much use, but everyone seemed to enjoy having me around. I was more of a background person who just stood by and chilled. I told them I didn't want to get much into the villain business as I had no quirk or talent for fighting. They found that to be a reasonable argument, and so from then I don't engage in that, although they do allow me to pitch in my ideas.
Tomura had become quite fond of my ideas out of everyone here, and always seemed to ask for my pitch in, saying that I was 'the most sensible one to speak'. It was nice.
And I had become quite fond of Tomura... Although many make him out to be this crazy villain with a decently good motive, he turned out to be a decently okay guy. Even if he had his crazy moments where he would scare me, he still was kind to me compared to most. He treated me differently, which felt off but it felt good.
He wouldn't criticize me as much as he would do to the others, nor would he yell at me much. He didn't usually flirt with me, unlike Dabi and Spinner, but would stick up when someone flirted with me. Tomura was still Tomura though, and did push me aside every so often in order to go forward in his plans. He also would grow a bit annoyed with some of my comments, but would grow even more annoyed/angry when I explained to him that I knew his backstory.
But, despite all that, he seemed to accept me into his crew and keep me by his side. And that's why I've seemed to grow quite fond of him, which leads me to now:
I was currently sitting here, at the bar by myself with nobody attending to me. I was waiting for everyone to get back from some mission they said they had to do, so the whole building was empty. There wasn't a single person here besides me, which wasn't unusual but it didn't happen a lot.
When it did happen though- I get bored.
Letting out a groan, I spun around a bit on the bar stool, looking down at my phone. Luckily when I was brought here to this world, everything that was in my pockets and hand had come with me. I didn't have a lot, but I did have my phone, my charger cable and one of my stuffed animals. And surprisingly, my phone still worked even in this world. It was a bit glitchy and I wasn't able to call or text anyone, but for some reason it still let me have access to my world's media.
Scrolling through my feed, I suddenly heard a noise from behind me, causing me to spin around in the chair to see the villains I had come to call 'friends' walk through a portal. Seeing as though they walked through looking injured, I sprung up from my spot, worry coming over me,
"What the hell happened!?" I didn't mean to be as loud as I was, but seeing Tomura being carried by Dabi and Spinner, I was thrown into panic. There were red spots decorating almost everyone's clothes, but mostly everyone seemed okay and able to walk except Tomura.
Letting the duo set him down on a seat, I moved over to him, checking over his wounds,
"We underestimated their skills..." He mumbled out rather weakly. I stared at him worried, watching him remove the hand blocking his face, so I could see him. He looked almost tired, like he was ready to fall asleep, so I gave him a little shook,
"Tomura stay awake," I could hear shuffling from behind me and knew that the others were tending to themselves and/or getting stuff to help Tomura.
I continued to keep my eyes on him, watching as he gave me a weak small smile. Before I could speak, I felt a hand caress my hair suddenly, making me flinch. Looking over, I took note that it was his hand, so I just returned to look back up to him,
"It's just a small bullet wound," he answered. I looked at him dumbfounded,
"No bullet wound is small, dumb*ss!"
I swear I could've heard him chuckle, but suddenly he paused and went silent, his face staring at me with shock. I raised an eyebrow in confusion and worry, wondering if he's gone into a state of shock. Giving him a small shake, I was met with no answer,
"Talk to me," I yelled out a bit, but tried to lower my voice, not wanting to alarm the others. I could hear some shuffling from behind me, getting closer, but I stared at Tomura as he moved his hand away from me. I could hear him mumble something, but I couldn't understand him, "What'd you say?"
He looked at me panicked, yet his face contorted into anger for having to repeat himself, "I said I touched you!"
I stared at him confused, my own hand reaching up to touch where he had just touched,
"I accidentally touched you, with all five fingers, and yet... You didn't disappear,"
Before I could say anything, I felt myself being moved away and Kurogiri coming through, apologising to me. I didn't react though as my mind was still hooked on the fact that he had touched me with his own hand and it didn't effect me.
Looking back up to try and see him, I saw instead Kurogiri taking Tomura away from the bar, probably to his room to help him. I stood there in place though, my head facing where they now disappeared off to, my mind swamped with thoughts,
"How is it possible...?" I whispered out to myself, thinking out loud. Shaking it off, I turned over to the bar, going to sit back up on the stool where Tomura had just been before hearing a voice peek up from behind me,
"What's possible?" I turned around to find Toga, who looked like she went through unharmed, talking to me. I looked at her, still in shock before turning back around,
"I- uh... Well... Shigaraki just accidentally touched me with all 5 fingers... But I didn't dust away like everything does..." I answered, hearing her go to sit up on the stool next to me,
"Maybe it's because you're not from here," she said, making me turn to look at her confused,
"What do you mean?" I asked, and she looked rather joyful to answer,
"Well, you know the other day when you work up with a random cut on your upper arm?"
"Uhh yeah?" I answered, kind of knowing where this was going,
"Yeah, so I might've gotten a little bored and curious one night and wanted to try your blood! It wasn't easy though, I had to be super quiet and-" she began to ramble a bit, but I cut her off,
"Get on with it, Toga,"
"Oh yeah! Well, when I went to try your blood, I was able to feel something from it, but it wouldn't let me transform into you!" She concluded, and I was able to make a connection between her and Tomura as she seemed to make sense. Looking at her with interest and slight confusion, I began to speak,
"So you're saying that maybe because my body isn't directly connected to your world, quirks like that don't effect me?" She began to nod at me, which left me to think about it before getting an idea, "Well let's test that theory,"
She looked intrigued as I turned around, seeing some of the others were now finally back in the room, chilling again with different clothes now. Looking around, I spotted the Magician that I thought of,
"Hey Compress, I need to ask a favor,"
___Time Skip Again because yeah___
After testing my theory on quirks, I've discovered that Toga was right. Nobody's quirk seemed to work on me, even Dabi's fire didn't hurt me... Well, until it caught the bottom of my pants on fire. When he touched it directly to me, it didn't hurt, but once it was on something else it did hurt a bit. So, my answer is that: direct quirks don't effect me, but indirect ones do. Which was weird, but I'm accepting anything anymore as I'm in a different freaking universe.
But that's beside the fact. All that mattered now was that I was on my way to Tomura's room, ready to go to sleep and check on him.
Walking down the halls, it was quiet, the only sound was the rain pelting on the roof of the place and the distant voices from the bar. My footsteps seemed to echo a bit as well as I made my way to his room, giving a small knock. Not hearing an answer or response, I opened it to see Tomura laying there on his bed with bandages covering his arms. Frowning at the sight, I walked over and leaned down a bit to see the true damage that had been down.
I couldn't tell a whole lot of where he had gotten hit besides his arms and on his shoulder as a small sliver of bandage peeked out from his collar. I let out a sigh, my hand instinctively rubbing over his bandaged arm, making sure I was gentle with him. As I did so, I also leaned down and gave him a soft kiss to his forehead before turning around and walking over to my mattress on the floor.
Looking over to beside it, I bent down and searched through the bag of clothes that was set out. It was stolen clothes, of course, that Toga and Twice were sent out to get me, so they were definitely mixed styles. But quite a few things seemed to fit me.
Pulling out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt from the bag, I walked over to the door, about to go change when I suddenly heard a raspy voice peek up from behind me,
"(Y/N)?"
Turning around, I saw Tomura shifting a bit in his spot, which freaked me a bit as I rushed over, putting my hands out, "No no! Don't move! You'll open your wounds again,"
He seemed to relax back down to laying as he glanced up at me tiredly,
"How long was I out?"
"About an hour?" I answered, not exactly knowing how specifically long it was. I could see him nod to me, his head falling back into the pillow. Just then, there was silence that filled the air along with tension. I kept my clothes in hand as I messed with them a bit before looking back up to him, "Listen... Tomura-"
"I hate you," he blankly stated, causing me to be thrown into a moment of shock as I just stared at him. My heart felt as though it just shattered, seeing him grinning a bit as he faced away from me, "I hate you because you make me feel so warm and nice inside. You're so kind and gentle to me that it makes my stomach feel all weird and twisty... I hate you because you seem to make me feel better and smile at your stupid jokes. I hate it all. The way you treat me as if I never hurt anyone, or how you mess with my emotions... But.. I hate that I don't hate you,"
Slowly through his speak, I smiled at him and giggled a bit, causing him to look at me confused, "Why are you laughing?"
Not saying another word, I leaned down and landed a small kiss on his lips before pulling away, smiling at him, "Because I love you too," Leaning up, I felt him take my hand, looking at me with a soft smile, "I'm also laughing because your whole spiel reminded me of a movie as well,"
Shaking his head at me, he looked down at his hand worried and I could tell he was thinking about putting down his middle finger. I knew he didn't want to hurt me, but using my other hand, I reach over and as I was about to press his finger down, I looked at him,
"You're not going to hurt me, I promise,"
He still hesitated, but closed his eyes as he let his finger fall. As if he was waiting for something to happen, he soon opened his eyes slowly, only to see that I was still sitting there on the edge of the bed. Letting out a breath he was holding, he looked up at me rather happy before glancing back to his hand. Out of joy, he raised his hand up a bit, showing off that he was holding my hand completely,
"You're not dusting away??" He sounded surprised yet happy as I nodded at him,
"Obviously. You can't get rid of me that easily, unlike Peter Parker," I joked, but looking at him, he seemed confused, so I clarified, "Another movie reference..."
Shaking it off though, I could see him move a bit as he reached his other hand up and settled it on my cheek. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a relieved sigh,
"I love you,"
"I love you too, Dusty Duster,"
"And you ruined it..."