Sweat poured down the side of my face as I glanced down at the girl standing in front of me. Her breaths became more labored as our fight continued, but I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't stop. There was no way I was going to let this girl sneak past me and get away. How could I even call myself a Pro Hero if I did?

Not that I was a Pro Hero quite yet. I had to take one last exam for it to be official, but I worked hard to get where I was at. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to worry about a thing when the time came.

I was about ready to move in towards the girl when she moved her left foot ever so slightly. She used that exact same maneuver three times already, so I knew exactly what her moves were going to be before she even did it. The girl pushed off that foot and started running to her right, trying to snake under my arm. I didn't think twice as I grabbed her arm and pulled her back in front of me.

Before I could swing her down to the ground, the girl took her free hand and slammed it into my face. Her fist might have been small, but there was a little bit of force that I had the urge to let go, but I didn't. The only thing I could do to respond to it was close my eyes. It was a small mistake I made on my part, one that the girl could've used to her advantage, but she didn't. She didn't try for a second strike as she simply attempted to pull away.

With how small and how tired she was, her attempts did nothing.

It would've been easy to use my Quirk and finish the fight for good. All my Quirk did was double my strength. It wasn't as impressive as to what this girl could do, yet not once did she use her Quirk to become stronger than me, only to try and outsmart me a few times. Because of that, I knew it'd be unfair to use mine.

Besides, this girl was on the verge of passing out from fatigue. I could tell by the look in her dark colored eyes that were hidden by the light fringe that stuck to her forehead. Seeing that, I realized it was time to end it right there.

I didn't waste another moment as I quickly pushed her to the ground, keeping both my hands on her shoulders. The girl didn't fight me as she laid on the floor. All she did was turn her head away from mine, almost as if she was trying to avoid eye contact.

"You had four openings that entire time to get away from me," I schooled. "Not once did you even try. What's the matter, Tami?"

Upon hearing her name, the girl flinched. I knew that if the wrong person were to walk in, they might have gotten the wrong idea, but in all honesty, Tami asked for this. Literally. Before we even started dating, she asked if I could give her some self defense lessons because she knew better than anyone that no one could wait for a Pro Hero to come along. I was training to become a Pro Hero so that people like Tami wouldn't have to worry, but that didn't mean she couldn't learn to defend herself.

This training lesson we had was one where she had to try to escape the room. It was empty, with one door that could get her out of here. Normally, it took Tami about ten minutes or less to get me distracted for her to escape. We had been fighting for over thirty minutes. I could only tell because she used her Quirk three times, changing into different people to try and outsmart me. It didn't work.

The only times she didn't do well in our training was when she had something one her mind.

Hearing that she didn't answer, I asked again. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Tami muttered as she closed her eyes.

Her muscles relaxed as she did, meaning she was going to give up. Regardless, I still kept her pinned, making sure she wasn't going to use this as a tactic. There was a special word she had to say in order for me to know if she was really done, and until then, I couldn't let my guard down.

These self-defense lessons weren't just for her; they were for me too. I would never tell her, or anyone else for that matter, but I learned a lot from these matches. The only reason I was doing so well in school was because of her.

"Tami, c'mon. I'm not letting you go until you tell me," I told her sternly, hoping she'd forget about the magic word.

She didn't.

"Freeze," she huffed in her native language.

I squeezed my eyes shut when she said that. When we started these matches, I told her she needed to give me some indication that she would need a break, something other than, "I give up," because I wasn't going to deal with that kind of crap. She came up with using the English word for freeze, which was just her way of saying she needed a break. Tami didn't take many breaks during our training sessions as she had one goal and one goal only: to prepare herself for any attack that could come her way.

True to the promise we made long ago, I pushed myself off of Tami and sat beside her. She didn't move. Instead, Tami just looked at the door on the other side of the room and closed her eyes. Her lips pressed together, almost as if she wanted to say something, but was fighting against it.

"You know," I told her as I stood up and held out my hand. "I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on."

Tami didn't take my hand as she just pushed herself up into a seated position and wrapped her arms around her legs. She wasn't acting like herself at all, and the longer she acted like this, the more concerned I was getting. I mean, it wasn't like she was a talkative person in the first place, but she was never completely quiet either.

Saying anything to her wasn't going to help, so I just sat across from her and looked at her. Her face was buried into her knees, which was something I thought she grew out of when she was scared. It wasn't like she was scared often, but whenever she did, she always had reason to be. She had a past, a dark one, one that I promised myself I would never tell anyone because no one really needed to hear about it. It was her business. She needed her space, and once she was given enough time, she'd speak up. Tami always did.

Like I had thought, after a few minutes of silence, Tami sighed.

"Just, don't get mad," Tami said as she glanced up at me. "It's just I—I'm going back to America."

As much as Tami thought otherwise, her words didn't catch me off guard. For most of her life, she lived here in Musutafu Japan; however, while she may be a legal citizen here, she wasn't born here.

Tami missed being in America, despite not being there long. Whenever I'd have her over for dinner with my family, Má would always ask Tami what it was like in America while she'd reminisce about the days she was a Pro Hero in Mexico. Guess they could kind of connect that way, but unlike my mamá, Tami didn't come here by choice. Her family moved here when she was young.

We were supposed to graduate in a week, so we had to figure out what it was that we wanted to do. For most people at U.A., the next step was going straight into a job. I was one of those people. Tomorrow, I would have to turn in where I wanted to work. I was offered a job at a ton of different agencies, one of which being my father's agency. The only reason I applied was as a last resort kind of thing, so being that there were four different agencies I could choose for gave me a bit of a safety net. All I knew was that my dad wasn't going to be happy about it.

Every department was the same old story except for General Studies, which was where Tami was in. Most people in General Studies were there to try and become heroes, sidekicks, or something that could help them work alongside heroes in some way, but Tami was different. That was a good thing because she still had a bit to think about what it was she wanted to do. Even after graduation, she could go to college for another four years to find the job she wanted to do. Honestly, that was probably best for her considering how these training sessions were going for her.

True, Tami was getting better, so she could escape a villain attack, but she wasn't strong enough to stop a villain from creating chaos.

"I—" Tami paused for a moment as she hid her head into her knees again. "I'm going to America for a year or two."

She didn't say a word after that, almost as if she was bracing herself for something. Honestly, I wasn't sure what it was she was so afraid of.

"Good for you," I told her. "Now why the hell is that distracting you? It's what you want to do, isn't it?"

Tami shrugged. "I mean, it is, but I—we won't be able to see each other. I won't be able to see Sakura, Kaito, Oll—"

"Tami," I said, snapping her out of one of her thought spirals as she looked up at me again. It was something she did a lot, and if she got too deep in them, I'd have to deal with the tears. Getting stuck in her own thoughts was something Tami always used to do, but over the past couple of years, she had gotten better. That didn't mean she didn't need help to snap her out of them.

"No one is going to forget you. If this is what you want, then do it. I can call everyday if you need it, hell, I can video you everyday. We can make this work. Whenever I'm off of work, I can fly over, and you can show me where they have those silly shaped chicken you like so much," I told her.

A smile crossed her lips as I intentionally called her dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets by the wrong name. As much as I was horrible at cracking jokes, it was the best way to get her back to herself. That was all I wanted. It wasn't wrong for her to feel bad about herself or to doubt everything going on, but it wasn't healthy.

I could tell she was going to say something else when the door to the empty room we were in was thrown open. Tami and I whipped our heads to see who was there. My eyes widened as my stomach pitted at the sight. There was no way she should have been home, not when she had work. Seeing my sister still wearing her Hero Costume—which was a purple, silver and blue form fitting suit—I knew it couldn't be good.

Before she could say anything, I noticed my older sister wasn't even looking at me. Her eyes were glued on Tami. Normally, I'd be fine with that, but something seemed off. It wasn't the same vibe as when she would give us a hard time for training either. Something told me this wasn't going to be good.

Hatsuko looked at me. The moment her eyes landed on me, I wished Tami and I would have disappeared.

"Dad's home," she said. "And he knows she's here."

That was when I knew everything was going to fall to pieces.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! Welcome to Raiden's book, I'm No Villain. I hope y'all enjoy it. If you've read one of my books before, then you know what's coming next. There will always be an author's note to interact with you guys (always in the form of a question) and to give you all a better visual of the characters (keep in mind, pictures are used a reference and never perfect. If you picture something else, that's TOTALLY cool!).

So, let's get to the very first chapter question of this book! I know this story doesn't have any canon characters in it, but I want to know, who is your favorite BNHA character? For me, I absolutely love Tamaki Amajiki and Eri. They're just so pure.

That's all I've got for ya. Hope to see y'all next time!

Character Spotlight: Raiden Yamamoto
Quirk: Ultra Strength
Likes: Cross Training

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