"Darkness. I'm surrounded by it. It's all I've know for who knows how long now." -Y/N L/N

I found Izuku, or he found me. I don't know why I'm here. I could know too much. Maybe he just wanted to kidnap someone and I just happened to be there. It could just be fate. Or consequence.

I can hear footsteps. They each across the building. I can tell who it is by the way they walk. It's been that long.
It's Izuku. He told me to call him Deku.

"Stand up" He commands.

I stand. He's dangerous. And he knows I know. That's why he's smiling.

"I'm taking your blindfold off, and your gag. If you scream, I'll kill you."

Lets rewind here.

I wasn't always in this position. Obviously. It was just a simple....mistake.
I can't remember how I got here.
I can remember who I was though.

My name is Y/N L/N.
I loved mysterious stuff.
Guys never asked me out. I had one close friend, she's a hero now.
I have H/C, E/C, and I'm [Height].
I'm 20 years old.

I repeat these words a lot, just to make sure I don't forget. A reality check.

"Hey, are you even listening to me!?" Deku says sternly.

I shake my head meekly.
Instead of him yelling, he just sighs.

"Can we trust you won't run away? No matter what?" He asks.

"Y-yeah" I reply shyly.

"You can join the league of Villains, as long as you can prove to be one of us." He says.

"That easily?" I raise an eyebrow.
"No" He smirks.

I look down in defeat.
Of course.

Deku grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"You have to go through trials. So we know we can trust you, and so you can prove your good enough."

There was a gleam in his eyes. As quickly as it came it left.

"I was told I had to take care of you, and to get you ready. You're damn lucky it's me and not Toga or Dabi. You're first Trial is tomorrow night."
He grins widely after saying that.

He kisses my cheek and lets go of my chin.

"See you later, sweetheart" He says in a sickly way. Then just leaves.

I fall to my knee's crying and praying.
(Sorry if you don't share that religion. Please don't argue about that, it's just a fanfic, chill.)
I can't believe I'm doing this.

Something hits me.

He's supposed to help me! And he just leaves!
I'd much rather have anyone else!

I start crying more, clawing at my own arms.
It became a habit whenever I'm not tied up.

This is what I get for getting involved with business that's not mine.