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chapter 10//Reality and playdate

Quick a/n!
I made a Villain Deku Instagram book on wattpad. I said it in the last chapter too, but I think it's cool lol. It will be like the other Instagram roleplay books on wattpad, but this one is following the villain Deku from this story.
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I kept thinking of what happened with Deku.
Does he actually like me?
I don't know how to get out of that situation.
I should probably just forget about it.

I shake my head and focus back to reality.
Me and Deku reach walk into a room that looks to be a run-down bar.
I see Shigaraki, Toga, and Dabi, along with some other people I don't know the names of.

First thing I noticed was some dude behind the bar cleaning glasses. He didn't seem to have a physical body, but instead was made up of some sort of fog.
Next was some lady with a masculine build and red hair.
Then some dude who looked like a rip-off of deadpool, and some other dude with a mask and a magicians hat.

Not to mention the giant reptile, a dude who looked Darth Vader with a green mask, another dude who's mouth was the only thing you could see(it was pretty creepy), and some big dude with blonde hair.

I shiver a little, not liking this one bit.
I'm in a room with nothing but dangerous people.
I freeze in a panic, and race off into my thoughts.
This is just a dream right?
No, why would I dream about this?
It's a horrible nightmare...yeah.

But what if...what if it isn't?

I know that I struggle to come into terms with reality, I always have.
But now its gotten worse, and I feel like I'm always either trying to find reality, or stuck in my brain of thoughts.

And what if Deku actually likes me?

He's a wanted criminal. A psychopath.
I know that I've kidnapped a hero, but it's not like I wanted to.
I just want to go back a live my normal life.
That it.

If I got the change to go back in time, I would take it. But that's impossible.

This is my life now.

I need to get used to it.

Get used to it. You have to. I'm not sure why I have to listen, so why not rebel?

I snap back into reality on my own this time.
My thoughts were starting to make zero sense.
That boy

Is driving me crazy...

I look around at all the villains.
Why me out of all people?
Starting today, I'm going to accept the truth. My reality.

This is my life now.

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"Twice, Dabi, and Toga, you three are assigned to get answers from the hero. Try to gain their trust, we could really use him for the League." Shigaraki commands then turns to me and Deku.

"Now you two." This is going to suck ass.
"You two are coming with me. I have business with someone and I need assistance. I also want to see her in action." Shigaraki finishes and proceeds to look between me and Toga.

Toga didn't seem to notice, but I raised my eyebrow in confusion.
"Should I be scared?" I ask with a sigh.
Shigaraki snorts and turns his attention to Toga.

"Toga, help y/n. She should hide her identity. I have some idea's for her later on that could be helpful to us, but they require her to be unknowns by anyone but us." Toga jumped up and down, then grabs my shoulder.

"It can be like a playdate!" She grins.
Great, one psychopath after another.
"uh-sure. You can say that I guess?"
If it's even possible, her smile is wider.

I have to admit, she's cute.
She has this whole child-ish persona and it's adorable.
Besides the fact that she's actually crazy and obsessed with blood.

"Great, now you two go plan a way to hide y/n's identity," Shigaraki orders.
"Yessir!" Toga basically shouts, then before I get a chance to answer she pulls me out of the room.

I stand there awkwardly, waiting for Toga to say something.
"Sooo?"
Toga tilts her head and looks at me in confusion.
"What do you mean 'so'? Let's go get you a mask to cover your face! I know a guy!"

Hearing her say that she knows  someone is sort of unnerving, you gotta admit.
It makes you wonder what the hell happened and who died.

"So who is this person you're talking about?" I ask, glancing around.
"An old friend of mine I guess." She giggles.
"Care to be more specific?" I raise an eyebrow.

Toga starts skipping around me happily.
"His name is Spencer! He owes me a favour, and he happens to design costumes!"
I didn't like the sound of that.

"And you're sure we can actually trust him? He sounds, how do I put this without being rude, sketchy?" I narrow my eyes at the blonde.
"He is! But he's cool and pretty cute," Toga gushes, seemingly in a dreamy state.
"This is the best playdate ever! We need to hang out together a lot more often!"
I shudder at the thought of being with Toga more often.
No thanks.

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After walking for what seemed to be ages, we stopped in front of a quite normal looking house.
"This is it!" Before I can say anything else, Toga knocks on the door in a cutsie pattern.
A plan looking boy answered the door.

He had ink black hair, purple eyes, and wore grey sweatpants with a Pink Floyd t-shirt. It was easy to tell that he wasn't Japanese either, so possibly an exchange student? He looked pretty young. And even though he's not Japanese, he could've still been born here to but it's easy to tell that he isn't used to Japanese culture.

"SPENCER!" Toga cries out and tackles the poor boy the the ground.
"Toga? Why are you here?" He asks.
I guess it's easy to tell who Toga is without even seeing her.

"I need a favour from you!" She stands up, brushing herself off.
Soon Spencer does the same thing, and sighs and looks over at me.
"Need a costume I assume?" He questions, looking me up and down.
I shift uncomfortably on my feet.

"To answer your question, no I'm not checking you out. I'm gay." Spencer says, opening the door for Toga and I.
Right away, Toga rushes in looking like she was on a crusade of some sort.

"I'm Spencer by the way. I have nothing to do with being a villain. I'm literally just a normal kid studying in Japan. I do make costumes, but that's just a hobby that I'm good at."

This dude is strange, I'll give him that.
"What's your quirk?" The boy asks, not even looking in my direction.
"My what?" I ask, caught off guard.

"Your quirk."

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