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✎﹏ monoma neito. it's

a shame such a valuable kid

and a useful quirk is now being

used for villain work. not just

villain work. but to find himself.

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✦ time taken:

៚ a day

✦ writing status:

៚ complete

✦ apps used:

៚ google docs

✦ other stories:

៚ living the way i want to.

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✧ Imagine your only asset being that you can copy off of others. You start off weak but whatever power you possess makes you stronger. Being granted the ability to have the strongest power in the universe, yet it only lasts for five minutes. For five minutes only, you get to experience what it's like to be powerful. Overwhelm others with this power, or inspire them in a sense. In those five minutes, you sit on a throne and bathe in the luxury you've chased after for your entire lifetime.

As someone else's power flows throughout your veins, you escape your ordinary lifestyle of being not but a feeble being. By snatching another person's power from beyond their reach, you begin to idolize plenty of people. Too many people. Soon enough, tatters and dumbfoundedness make their permanent marks around such a fragile and now corrupted mind. After finding the real harm in wielding the so-called masterpiece you've longed for, are you so sure anymore? Is this really what you've wanted?

"Monoma-Kun~! Time to wake up!"

Is this what it really means to have such a beloved thing called "power"? If that's the case, then start thinking about how many people are in the middle of wishing misfortune upon you. If people knew exactly what you owned, and turned into something they defined as evil, think about how they'd start to be mesmerized in the mere thought of bathing in your blood. Hearing your name d with a certain kind sets a spark in their hearts. A motive so small that will trigger the biggest of chain reactions. You still want in? Damn, you must be really power-hungry.

After a female's voice lingered throughout his ears from calling his name, the eyelid of his left eye opened slightly. Now half-awake, his current location was a mystery to him. Causing him to drift from his groggy and unkempt state, was a traumatizing smell of dried up blood and possibly even deteriorating human flesh. Luckily for him, he had absolutely no way of knowing that. However, the smelly dry floor and faded red that his body was laid in couldn't have failed to give it away. That's if, he had been someone who studied blood closely.

"Mmh..."

Was all that managed to leave his pink palette colored lips. Opening both of his eyes, he found himself laid down sideways. Eyes were already focused on the cold and nasty floor. Lifting them, they were met with a female figure who seemed to be squatting down in front of him. Just like looking in a mirror, she appeared as blonde such as himself. Her hair had been done up into two messy and symmetrical buns. A closed but delightful smile was on display.

"Awake! He's awake!"

She announced before standing up in a frolicsome manner. Still trying to reconnect with reality, the male slowly sat up and stared at the feminine build that now had her back toward him. He then started to notice more people that didn't seem to be there before. Not one of them looked as if they'd fit in if their faces were shown to society. It doesn't even have anything to do with their quirks altering their human look. They each just look weird but in their own unique way.

"Tone it down, crazy."

The tall and ominous male spoke. He seemed to be the most terrifying of the bunch. Puffing up her cheeks and balling her fists, she began to squeeze at the hem of her skirt. Lowering her head, she listened to his order while fully knowing that he was not her leader. Tomura was. Monoma watched as the weird group hovered above him. Unable to grasp legitimate reasoning as to why he had been chained down to this cold and rough floor. Replacing his bewildered expression with a narcissistic one, he finally spoke up.

"Is this any way to treat a guest?"

The moment his cockiness filled the room, everyone finally turned their attention toward him. Slightly regretting his comment now that six pairs of eyes had been at his acquaintance, he almost let a slight gulp journey down his throat. Staring at these unfamiliar faces, the only one with a hand covering his face pointed at him. That was when one of the males that had been standing in the room walked over to Monoma who had still been chained to the floor.

His eyes slightly filled with fear as he watched what seemed like a walking corpse squat down to his side. As afraid as he may have been, his attitude failed to let it show. Looking away, he prepared himself for the worst. He's smart enough to know that the simplest words can get you killed. The blonde figured that he had gotten himself into one of those scenarios but surprisingly that hadn't been the case. Instead, the man with the wretched scarring revealed a key from his pocket. Dangling it in front of Monoma, the blonde queried what the key had been meant for.

"Man, for someone that easily got accepted, you sure are slow."

Dabi harshly commented while glaring at the teenager who clearly hasn't developed a single idea as to what had been happening. Their blue hues locked for a few seconds. Even if they'd been the same color, both of their orbs defined a different kind of hurt. Yet both dispirited to the point of stooping to this kind of low. The click of his tongue danced around Monoma's ears before Dabi grabbed one of the blonde's wrists. Cautiously watching him, moments later he realized what use the key held. It was exactly as Dabi had stated. Monoma was quite slow at the moment.

Soon enough, his hands were free from the shackles that kept him welded to the floor. Watching as his skin turned red from how long those cuffs stayed wrapped around his wrists, he rubbed his left wrist first in an attempt to put them at ease. Turning his attention away from Dabi, he focused on getting his wrist back to its original color. Dabi watched for nothing more but a few seconds before allowing his slender build to stand up straight. After all this time, nothing in Monoma's mind clicked as to why he was here, and who these people even were. He was still at a loss.

"Congratulations. You've been accepted. Welcome to the League Of Villains."

The man with doll-like hands covering his body finally announced. The only one to let out a cheer had been Himiko Toga. She also congratulated Monoma before following Tomura out of the room. Only seconds later did everything start coming back to him. The scenes replayed in his mind. The sequence of events up until he was knocked out and woke up in the very prison he escaped from, not moments ago were now unlocked memories after those words had been spoken. Turning to the only other person in the room to see he had already been staring back at him caused Monoma to flinch slightly.

"Yeah, it's a lot to take in. Either way. Get yourself cleaned up and meet us in the main area."

Dabi explained to him before making his way to the exit of the room. Biting his tongue, Monoma had something that he really wanted to say at this very moment. Figuring out how he was going to word it was the major issue as of now. Letting a metallic liquid seep into his taste buds from how he bit his tongue without rest, something within him clicked.

"Dabi!"

"What?"

He responded in a cold voice that implied boredom. It was just enough to send a shiver down his spine. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Monoma knew that this was his only chance at proving something. It was clear that Dabi could care less about Monoma's existence. After getting into the league, those feelings never intended to change. Yet, the blonde wanted to change that future. Bringing his blue irises up to Dabi who's back had been toward the blonde, he knew exactly what he wanted to tell him.

"Before I was brought here, you asked me if power was still something that I crave. You questioned my answer, correct?"

"Yeah, what about it, kid?"

Taking a deep breath, Monoma's options did flips and cartwheels around his mind. Thinking about it, he truly hadn't been so sure that this was a good idea. He thought that he knew all the right words to say, but was he being honest with himself when he thought that? The male could mention how becoming a villain places him somewhere new. Somewhere that they don't look at him as a side-character. He could've even mentioned how he wanted to give class 1-A a taste of their own medicine by getting involved in the havoc. Yet, he chose something that he lives by. He chose something that really caught Dabi's attention.

"Well, the answer is clear to me now."

"Spit it out."

"I still chase that power, because I don't resent what I've been given." ✧

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