"Arrrgh!" an enraged muffled yell echoed through the basement. A young, ash blonde haired male was chained to a metal chair.

Bakugou struggled relentlessly against the chains and leather straps. "Tsk, tsk, tsk you can't escape. Not yet anyway." A voice mocked from the doorway.

The petite silhouette stalked closer towards her newest toy, "Besides we haven't even played yet." Toga giggles dementedly, the knife in her hand glinted in the morning light and Bakugo soon saw stars.

•~•

I sat at the bar with a large cup of coffee in one hand and a slice of buttered toast in the other.

"How are you feeling?" Kurogiri asks as he makes breakfast for the rest of the gang.

"In a word, hell." I reply after chugging down the rest of my coffee. I let out a tired sigh and tried to nurse my splitting headache which honestly felt like a stampede of elephants were dancing in my head.

I was dizzy, had a splitting headache and felt like every single one of my muscles were detaching and sewing themselves back together every few seconds. The only thing that was providing relief at the moment was good old Panado and coffee.

"Kurogiri please remind me to never overuse this Quirk ever again." I groan and slump deeper into the barstool. Kurogiri just chuckles and nods his misty head while washing the dishes, knowing that no matter what he said I would overuse it. My ears twitch and I slowly lift my head to see Toga skipping up the stairs from the basement, a few blood splatters evident on her light blue cardigan.

"I hope you didn't hurt him too much." I joke, and she just chuckles darkly.

"Puh-lease it was only a few small cuts here and there to...ya know...shut him up." Toga sneaks up behind me and steals one of MY slices of toast, even though she has her own!

Kurogiri finished doing the dishes and was going to pack the butter away when he suddenly said, "The others better get back with the shopping, we are very low on food and the other essentials." And speak of the devil, the front door opened and Compress and Twice came gliding in with their arms full of shopping bags.

I glared suspiciously at them both before the realization got me.

"Did you guys plan that?" I deadpanned. The sheepish smiles on their faces told me everything.

They always did enjoy a dramatic entrance.

I rolled my eyes at their theatrics and switch the small box T.V on and immediately the latest news filled my ears.

"This is the second attack towards UA! Unlike the USJ incident were the children managed to escape with only a few cuts and bruises. This time two students were kidnapped, countless are gravely injured and are still recovering in the hospital and to make matters worse a child was killed by one of the Villains." A female presenter exclaimed in shock and disdain.

"What is even worse was the fact that there were six pro-Heroes on site, yet this still happened and they only managed to apprehend one of the several Villains. Are Heroes really that incompetent!?" The male presenter continues with the gossip.

"And get this, apparently it was one of the students who took out that Villain. The Heroes did nothing and left the children to fend for themselves. I know that they are training to be Heroes, but they are only fifteen! They shouldn't be facing villains. What is UA teaching? Are they really capable of protecting our children!" The female cries to the crowd who immediately respond with negative words and hate speech towards UA and the Heroes.

I swap over to the next news channel and it's the same thing, the UA kidnapping and death of a child.

What is UA doing?

Can we trust the Heroes?

Do Heroes really care about saving people?

I smirk with glee, it is all coming together!

Speaking of which, I must go and check on our...guest.

So as the others were packing the groceries away, I decided to slip down to the basement and talk to Bakugou. It had been a day and a half already, I'm sure he is relatively civilized by now.

The door creaks open and the doorway is flooded with the soft glow of the passage light bulb. I spot an unconscious Bakugou chained up like a dangerous animal, small bloodstains dotted his scruffy camp clothes. I sigh and roughly grab his shoulders shake him mercilessly.

He starts awake and all he sees is my green lamp-like eyes, glowing softly in the dark. He opens his mouth to yell and shout but I just put my bandaged hand over his mouth.

"Deku?" He gasps as he sees my face. I ignore him and go to switch the light on.

Bakugou squirms at the sudden bright light and growls in annoyance. I grab a chair and sit in front of him. I watch in delight as his gears turn in his head as he connects the dots.

"You're a Villain." He says softly. I quickly brace myself for the yelling, but it never came. I peep over at him and to my amazement he is complaining silent; shellshocked.

"Huh, I never thought I would see another expression on your face other than anger. It's rather strange." I tease him while poking his cheeks. But then the spell of silence was broken quickly and the dam caved in and his hubris self shone through.

"DEKU YOU BASTARD! YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW COULD YOU?!" He screamed at me, nearly bursting my ears.

"Bakugou stop screaming." I groan at him, covering my ears; my headache doubling in size.

"YOU TRAITOR...YOU...YOU - " He continues ranting for about ten minutes until finally I snapped, when he insulted my dad.

"Shut up!" I roared at him, my face turning a deadly shade of red. That shuts him up.

"Alright...now listen here, I never chose to be a Villain. By law, I was born a Villain and I'm not allowed to be anything but a Villain." I hiss through clenched teeth. Bakugou looks like he wants to retort but I glare daggers at him and he keeps quiet.

"You are a smart person, surprisingly. I'm sure you know the law." I mock, a sneer on my lips.

He tersely nods.

"Well then I'm sure you know of The Marriage Act?" I spit out venomously.

As the realization dawns on Bakugou I continue with my speech, "I am a Villain, you are a Hero. What does that mean?"

He just keeps quiet, his jaw clamped shut.

"Does it mean that I am automatically evil and you are good. That is the dictionary definition anyway but, unfortunately life is not a book and people aren't perfect. Everyone has some good in them and everyone has some bad in them." I rant on, sounding like I'm reading aloud from a self-help book.

"There is no such thing as Villains and Heroes. Never have been and never will be. We are just people and people can be great, and they can be devious." I start to stalk around Bakugo's chair, almost laughing at the sight of his sombre expression.

"Now answer me this, why do you want to be a Hero?" I ask softly, dangerously.

"What?" Bakugou mumbles, defiance burning bright in his eyes.

"Why do you want to be a Hero?" I ask again, my voice going deathly quiet.

"I want to be number one!" He declares, just like how he did when we were kids; cocky and full of himself. I punch him in the jaw and glare down condescendingly at him.

"Why? Why do you want to be number one?" I growl, baring my teeth.

He responds with silence.

"Is it to be acknowledged, huh, to be told that you are the greatest in the whole world? Hmm, that's not very heroic, besides everyone else already bows down to you, you couldn't possibly be that greedy as to want more?" I jeer at him, a smug smile on my face.

"Is it...perhaps...for money? Fame? Praise? Glory? If so you are the lowest of scum." I snarl into his ear, making him shudder in discomfort. I continue to break him down even more.

"The definition of being a true hero is," I pause to take a breath, "risking one's own life to save someone else, no matter who they are or who is watching and no matter the risks." I allow that to sink in and continue to stalk around the chair.

"I can count on one hand who still holds those values and only those values in the Hero world and they aren't going to be around forever, in fact most of them are dying." A melancholic look overtakes my features but I quickly shake it away.

"I know what you are thinking but, no All Might is not on that list. He has his own backwards intentions. I mean he is the government's little puppet after, he follows their twisted rules like every other certified, commercial Hero." My voice raises in volume as I get more into my ranting.

"None of the true heroes are certified  by the government. Of course I can't imagine why anyone would want to become their plaything." I mutter, glaring at the ground, "Most of them are  absolute idiots, only caring about their own pockets. Just look at all the stupid laws they've created or enforce." My tone was hinting at something more and thankfully Bakugou caught on and it was twisting him inside out, making him writhe in guilt (or discomfort.)

"A another reason people become Heroes these days, is for the girls." I state, clearly refrencing to Mineta, although I did know of a few other Heroes who had the same intentions as he had, they just hid it better.

"Are you also secretly in it for the girls?" I mock, jabbing his bruised sides with my finger. He grits his teeth in frustration.

"Oh right," I draw out the words as if I was just remembering something, "I forgot about your adorable little...boyfriend...what a shame. What would Kirishima think of you if he found out that you decided to become a Hero for the girls or any of the other reasons I have said? Think of how disappointed he's going to be, you know how righteous he is. Even if it is a stupid façade to help him cope with his insanely low self-esteem." I mutter darkly, "You didn't have anything to do with that did you? We both know you have a talent for breaking people down." I say in much lighter tone, despite what I was implying.

Bakugou was turning red and his hands were crackling with unformed explosions.

One more push before he goes teetering off the edge~
Let's do this!

"Also...boyfriend? Honestly, your mother was a lawyer so you should know this law. Act 55 clearly states that someone with such a powerful Quirk, such as yourself, is certainly not allowed to be in a gay relationship. How are you are supposed to reproduce, continue that power, hm? Unless you want to be branded as a Villain. Of course, it is worded differently in our textbooks but you've always known what it means." I state matter of factly. He whimpers, so exhilarating. 

"What you can't handle the truth?" I grin at him, "Yes I'm a Villain but so are you." I whisper to him as if we are a pair school girls and I am sharing some major secret. He is shaking now, refusing to cry in front of me.

I lift his head with my fingers, so I can catch a glimpse of his eyes, and he looks so broken. I simply stated the truth of the world, even though he always knew it, he never did accept it but now he has and the results will be beautiful, so why do I feel so...bad.

With a blank look on my face I release him from his bindings and he slumps to the floor, defeated. Before I leave the room I said one more thing to plague his mind.

"I am Villain because of who my mother fell in love with and because of who I fell in love with. So I guess you and I aren't so different." His head snaps up and he watches my retreating figure with a mixture of emotions.

I lock the door behind me and bite back the tears, 'Mom, I'm sorry I -'

Beepbeep, beepbeep, beepbeep.

My watch goes off, knocking me out of the whirlpool of my thoughts.

I hurriedly check the time and then switch on my screen. My face contorts into a harsh scowl as I watch the little red dots coming closer and closer to our base.

'The Heroes are coming.'

A/N

There we go...finally😥

This was such a difficult chapter to write and I'm really sorry for the wait but it is here now!!!

If you have not noticed this Japan's president is a Nazi and a huge fan of Adolf Hitler and his beliefs, and so were the other past four presidents =_=

Yay corruption😖