"What's that, Bakugo?" I say with a smile. "You're excited to be on my team, too?"
"Shut up!" he shouts, "That's not what I said!"
I can't help but to giggle a little.
All Might gives my little friend some words of encouragement as I stand around, trying to seem like the whole purpose of me being here isn't to murder this guy. When he eventually moves on to other students, I decide to poke the Baku-bear once again.
"I'm actually excited to work with you, Bakugo," I say, "You have some serious skills." It's true. I would like to see all what he can do.
"Tch." He rolls his eyes.
"So it'll really show how good I am when I outshine you," I add with a smirk (I couldn't help it).
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?! Why do you always have something annoying to say?!"
"Because getting a rise out of you is so easy!" I laugh, then tilt my head towards him. "And you're cute when you're mad."
I'm a bit shocked at my own words just now, I can't believe that just said that out loud. Man, if Shiggy heard me say that, he would have a cow.
Bakugo's face turns a bright shade of red. "Shut the hell up!" he shouts, obviously embarrassed.
Well, with a reaction like that, maybe it was worth it.
I wait for the dumb rules to be explained and blah blah blah. Then, it's go time.
Me and Baku...boom? Nah. That's terrible. There's no way I'm gonna be able to top Bakubro. Me and ~sparky~ start upstairs, guarding some kind of fake weapon (like any villain actually does shit like that). I try to make small talk, but he has some sort of hard on for hating Midoriya. He calls him "Deku" which is apparently offensive, but I'm not exactly sure why. And for some reason, he gets pissed off when I state the obvious fact that Deku has a quirk. I try to give him my plan, one that would guarantee a win, but he doesn't seem interested in the slightest.
"Bakugo?" I say, "Are you listening to me?"
I fold my arms. "So you understand the plan? Do you have a better idea?"
"Yes. Here's my plan, I sneak attack Deku while you defend the weapon."
God, this guy's an idiot.
I try to explain to him why exactly that is the most boneheaded plan of all time, but he completely ignores me. And as soon as the clock starts, he takes off.
Ignoring me?! Blowing me off?! And now he's going to go do all the fighting himself?! As if! That guy's fucking dead!
I march around the room, sending everything in sight to nowhere so Uraraka can't use her cute little quirk on me. It's pretty annoying, there's so much unnecessary junk and props and whatnot. So by the time Uraraka finally shows up, I'm actually kinda pissed off. Part of me wants to say fuck it and let her capture the weapon, but no. Our loss needs to be Bakugo's fault. Also, I can't pass up an opportunity to practice my Judo on someone that isn't my boyfriend.
"Hey, hero," I say with a smirk, folding my arms across my chest.
She looks around the room frantically, and I can't help but giggle at the look on her face as she realizes there's nothing in here that she can use against me.
I waste no time beaming right in front of her, ready to fight. "Let's go," I say with an excited smile.
Her eyes widen in fear, but she resumes a fighting stance to match mine.
"Okay, you can go first," I say, beckoning her with a wave of my hand.
"Huh?" she says softly, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Make the first move! Go on."
As soon as she moves her hand the slightest bit, I snatch it from the air, turn around as I place my shoulder under her armpit, and throw her over my back. Boom. Ippon Seoi Nage. My favorite.
She lands with a loud thud, and I smile.
"God, that was so easy!" I laugh, "You didn't even put up a fight!"
She scrambles to her feet, still looking terrified.
"Okay," I say, getting back into my fighting stance. "Try again."
She gulps, then gets in position.
"Go on, now," I say, with a grin.
She reaches her hand out again, this time looking like she's about to hit me with the weakest punch I have ever seen in my life.
I grab her wrist from the air, then throw her to the ground in the exact same way.
"Ha!" I say, as soon as she hits the floor. "You let me do it again! How are you gonna be a hero if you can't even defend against a move I just did 10 seconds earlier?!"
But when she doesn't get up, I look down at her face, and notice that her eyes are shut.
"Wait, did that seriously knock you out?!" I chuckle. "You're that weak? Oh, shit. This is priceless!" I bend down to look at her cute little sleeping face.
But just as I lift my finger to boop her nose, her eyes open. I don't have time to defend before she reaches out and touches my shoulder, sending me into the air.
My feet lift off the ground, and I start to laugh. "Oh shit!" I wave my hands sarcastically as I crack the fuck up. "You got me," I taunt as I float up towards the ceiling.
She starts heading for the weapon, so I snap my fingers to end her fruitless endeavor.
I beam right behind her, wrapping my arm around her neck in a sleeper hold before we start floating off the ground again.
"Release me," I say through clenched teeth.
She struggles for a second, then puts her fingers together, causing us to fall to the floor.
I consider letting her go like a good little hero, but decide against it. She tricked me, now I'm returning the favor. I squeeze a little tighter, putting her to sleep in less than 3 seconds.
Once she's out, I stand up, brushing my hands together. I look at poor little Uraraka, cocking my head to the side as I study her limp body laying there, completely out cold.
Maybe I should've given her a chance. It was pretty unfair of me to completely overpower a frail little girl like her, she had so much hope in her eyes. I kinda feel like an asshole.
But you know who the real asshole is here? That Baku...hoe.
I beam down to the first floor, and see that Bakubitch aiming his blaster at the poor Deku guy, about to pull the pin.
What a climactic moment, perfect for ruining.
I beam in between them, grab sparky's arm, and take him up to the 4th floor.
As soon as we manifest, he snatches his arm away. "What the hell are you doing?!" he screams, "I was about to beat him!"
"I don't care," I say, very matter-of-factly. It's true, I couldn't care less about this stupid exercise. This guy didn't give a rat's ass about what I had to say, and there was no way I was gonna let him win after that.
"What floor are we on?!" he screams. I study the vein popping out on his forehead, the scowl on his face, the rage in his voice. It's pretty fascinating. "Take me back right now! If you don't take me back we'll lose!"
"I don't care," I repeat.
He shoves past me, starting down the hall. "Deku! Where are you?!"
Deku?! He's still thinking about that damn nerd?!
I beam in front of him and trip him with my foot, shoving him to the ground.
He lands on his hands and knees. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouts, then stands on his knees, aiming his palms at me.
Is this fucker seriously about to blast me right now?! Oh, it is on.
I beam out of the way, appearing behind him. "You're acting like a fucking child," I spit.
I will admit, I'm actually pretty angry at this point. He's giving all his attention to that damn Deku, and not giving me so much as a second thought! It pisses me off.
He turns around, trying to blast me again. It takes no effort whatsoever to dodge, and I manifest right back behind him. Ready to humiliate this prick, I lift him up by his waist, and slam him to the floor. Not Judo. I actually saw that on WWE. I'm resisting the urge to elbow drop this bastard and call it a day.
Sparky scrambles to his feet. "You're crazy!" he screams.
Not the first time I've heard that one.
"We were supposed to be a team!" I yell back, trying to act like that's still the reason why I'm pissed off.
He steps closer to me to get up in my grill. "Exactly! So what the fuck are you doing sabotaging us?!" he screams. I can feel stray drops of his angry spit hit my face.
And that's when the giddy feeling comes back.
Whoa, there, Baku...babe. You can't scream in my face like that. It... does things to me.
I shake my head, trying to free my mind of the strange thoughts I'm having about this hothead. "I don't give a fuck about your stupid childhood grudges!" I yell. "I had a good plan and you completely ignored me! I don't-" I place my hands on that strong, muscular chest and shove, trying to get him out of my face so my heart will stop fluttering. "Like that shit!"
"Well I don't care what you want! I care about winning!"
"Well, forget it. I'm sure Deku is already halfway to the weapon by now, or Uraraka has woken up."
Then, this dude has the nerve to shove me back, and the giddy feeling in my throat returns once again, even stronger. "You pissed away the whole fight!" he shouts.
I step back in his face, no longer trying to resist my feelings of infatuation. I want to see the angry beads of sweat on his forehead. I want to smell his irate breath. "I don't care," I say again. "Maybe you'll think twice about ignoring me next time, asshole."
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he yells.
I'm Aerie. 19 year old martial artist, wielder of the most powerful teleportation quirk ever recorded.
Growing up, I was what they call a childhood prodigy (some would say genius, but I try to stay humble). My favorite things to study are world languages and cultures, due to the fact that I have access anywhere at the snap of my fingers. I'm fluent in several languages, including English, Japanese, Russian, Spanish, French, and Italian (although I will admit that my Russian is getting a bit rusty). And embarrassingly enough, considering I've been living in Japan for 4 years now, I'm still working on my kanji. Shit's difficult, Especially when your teacher is running a villain organization and doesn't make much time to help anymore.
I'm originally from Texas, but I ran away when I was 11, for reasons I don't feel like getting into at the moment. Let's just say that I don't like heroes. Or cops.
I wasn't always a conniving little criminal, though. At first, the only crime I regularly committed was shoplifting, and that was just to get by. I would take food and water from convenient stores, then beam to whichever place I wanted to sleep that night. But after a while, I started to realize how incredibly easy stealing was with my quirk. I started to get curious, taking things like nail polish or eyeliner whenever I saw the opportunity. But my innocent curiosity quickly turned into a hobby, and I started taking more valuable things, like iPods, clothes, and jewelry. All stuff I didn't really need, but that were a bit of a challenge to get my hands on, which made it kind of exciting. And that's when the real fun began.
With being able to go wherever you want, whenever you want, things start to get dull after a year or two. There's only so much skydiving you can do before even that starts to seem like a bore. But when I steal, the rush of adrenaline I get never disappoints. It's just as invigorating, every time. Before long, thieving became my favorite pass time, and I was a goddamn rockstar in my field in my glory days. I quickly graduated from diamonds and jewels to copious amounts of cash from national banks and mints. I can proudly say that I'm still public enemy number one in several countries (unnamed of course), due to being the most successful bank robber to ever exist. I've pulled off the top 4 heists in history, all before I hit the age of 17. With several hundred million under my belt, most of which having gone to various charities, you could say I'm a bit of a modern day Robinhood. However, that's not entirely accurate. I'm not just a kindhearted citizen who wants to be a hero by helping the poor, it's really that I collect so much plunder, I have no idea what to do with it. Besides, like I said, I don't steal for the loot. I do it for the rush. Adrenaline is a bit of an addiction of mine.
I've lived in 16 different countries, each completely on my own, but I liked it that way. From the ages 11-16, I was living my best life, traveling the world and seeing all of it's wonders, thieving my way into pure bliss. Between living in hundreds of cities, and having experienced everything that could be considered exciting under the sun, I'm probably the most well versed person my age on the planet. I had been on my soul-searching journey for 5 years at the ripe age of 16 by the time I met Shiggy.
As of now, I'm the second in command of the League of Villains, which is soon to be the organization to take down the symbol of peace himself. My greatest achievement, though, is being Tomura Shigaraki's partner in crime (literally). Ah, Tomura Shigaraki, what a man. He's had me wrapped around his finger since the night we met, and I can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world to get to be by his side as he takes the world by storm.
Don't get me wrong, I've got him wrapped around my finger just as much as he does me. He's madly in love with me because I'm the way that I am, according to him. However, I know that it certainly doesn't hurt that I'm one of the more attractive people I've met. I've never had a problem stealing the heart of anyone that I want, doing with it what I will. It's a bit of a super power in itself to bat your eyelashes and have the world brought to you on a silver platter.
But that's besides the point.
Ahem, in short, I'm intelligent, agile, beautiful, experienced, interesting, I'm the full package. Pretty much perfect, if you ask me.
What can I say? God likes me.
I narrow my eyes with a sly smile. "You're worst nightmare," I whisper with open hands, wiggling my fingers. I then beam back to the start.
