"I still can't get used to see a hero without attacking them. You guys disgust me." A man, covered in hands and with light blue hair, scratched his neck while looking at a winged man, a pro hero.
"Yeah, well, I think if we would talk more or spend more time together, you would see that my opinions and goals aren't as different as yours." The winged man explained himself, which felt like as if he already did it a hundred times. The stares that he got were bearable for him when he walked to this room. He received stares from people all the time, the only difference in these stares were the caution in the people's eyes. The distaste.
"Where is the one that you wanted to show me, Dabi? I still have a lot to do without this whole thing," The light blue haired man pointed a finger at the hero and glanced at another man with stitches and burns all over his body.
The man, going by the name Dabi, gave him a lazy look and nodded towards the winged man. "Where is she?" Others were waiting, too. Shifting their balance from one leg to another, tension in the air.
A hero that brought another person in it? They trust their companion but not the hero. "Let me just-," The hero send a red feather of his to the door, and outside of it, flying through the little crack of space that the door leaves open. Not moments later did they hear footsteps. "I can't wait to meet the newbie," A girl whispered with excitement to herself, bouncing up and down on one spot.
The door opened fully and the girl stopped her bouncing, letting her arms fall loose besides her body, mouth agape. A girl with long brown hair that reached the middle of her back with brown eyes that looked so overpowering. So intimidating. She knew these eyes from anywhere. Even when the girl didn't cover up half of her face like she normally did, the yellow eyed school girl recognized her once she laid eyes upon her.
The beautiful girl, dressed in a tight fitting black suit, walked towards them with graceful steps. You could just see how much of well trained she is. Every movement of her looked as if she could crush everyone in here with her sheer will. Not to mention her emotionless eyes that she fixed on the leader of theirs.
Setting her target.
When she at last stopped besides the winged hero, the leader of the LoV opened his mouth, "You?". It took him a second to recognize her. The girl who placed first in the U.A sports festival. What was she doing here? And after another look of her familiar suit, he was surprised to find out that she was Reaper. Someone who got caught from the police, according to Toga and Twice, two other members of his that he fully trusted.
So he asked himself, is it a blessing or a curs that they got? "The one and only." Reaper gave him a cocky grin, not even leaving her eyes from the light blue haired male. She knew that he was the leader, the one the most important here, who has the say in what to do. The others were irrelevant. For now.
"Why do you want to join us?" He looked her over, one eye covered from the hand in his face. "Well, I like the company." She said simply, as if it would explain everything and is reasonable enough to turn against, as he knows them, her own people. But something is confusing.
She is someone that did a lot of illegal things in her past, and to this day, but she still goes to a hero school. Why? He had so many more questions, but he refused to ask them. Later. He thought. He will have enough time later.
"Why would you turn against your friends? The heroes?" She waved a hand in dismissal, obviously thinking she is superior to him. Maybe she is. There is only one way to find out.
"You mean the ones that rat me out?" She rolled her eyes. "Look, we all have depressing pasts. That's why you guys are here, aren't you? A group for people with depression and for cuddles, isn't it?" Some fixed a glare at her, and she returned it with a challenging glint in her eyes.
"I don't like explaining things. Certainly not explaining my past. The only thing you need to know is that I don't like the ones that tell others they are the ones that 'do the justice' but would turn a blind eye on everything if they get paid for it."
Some of their eyes unfocused, as if they remembered something. One of them nodded and another one, Dabi, didn't show much reaction. Other than looking a bit proud, there was nothing.
And the leader didn't say anything. It was a good enough reason for him. She was a member of the Yamaguchi nonetheless. That's a huge jackpot. And the things that he heard from Twice and Toga, the things that he saw on television when they were streaming the sports festival, they all know what she is capable of. And it could be a big problem if they had her against them if they don't accept her.
And she knew it.
"I need one reason why I should trust you." He said, and she smiled. A devil's smile that he fought the urge to shiver from when she gave it to him. He never shivered. Not because of a stupid smile.
She turned her head slightly to his right, looking behind him to who he can only guess were Twice and Toga. The duo that had something like a close bond after they came back from the yakuza that he send them to. Closer than between any of them.
"Toga, would you trust me?" She asked, and the yellow eyed girl grew a smile that they always saw on her. "You were the only nice person between those grumpy ass yakuza men. Of course I would trust you!"
Reaper felt regret rise in her as she understood what it meant. She would break someone's trust like she didn't wanted to be done with hers, but she hid the emotion as soon as she felt it. "Twice?"
The villain took a second to think, but then pointed out two memories of his. "I trust you. You were the one that held the heroes from gettin' me when I was struggling. Plus, you didn't wanted the police to get us, that's one of the reasons you refused our help when they got ya."
There were actually a lot of reasons why she shook her head when she saw that Toga wanted to help her, but yeah, one of those reasons was exactly that.
The beauty fixed her gaze again at the leader and asked, "Is that enough for you? Or do I need to prove myself?" That was good. He realized it immediately when the words left her mouth.
And when his eyes lit up just even a little bit, she knew that it worked. She caught the big fish.
"Tell me something about this boy, Midoriya Izuku. He goes to your class, doesn't he?"
It was a rhetorical question, and she fought the urge to chew on her bottom lip as she understood why he asked this specific question. Even if she doesn't like him anymore, he trusted her his secrets. She would be damned if she told them anything vital, but she needs to give them something they can work on if she wants them to accept her.
"He only uses a bit of his quirk, like 12%. If he goes over these 12%, he will break a bone of his. He already broke his right arm a lot of times, if he breaks it bad again, there could be a chance that he can't use his arm again."
She shouldn't have said that, she realized. She should have stopped after the 12% and should have let him sound overpowered, which he technically is. But saying that if he breaks his arm that he can't use it ever again, would be something they could use against him.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
The leader smiled slowly with his wicked looking eyes.
"Welcome to The League of Villains, Reaper."
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