- credits to this talented person who wasn’t linked on this image (source: pinterest)
tw: 16+, violence, hacking, age-up characters, mention of blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers trope, strong language
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Your fingers type fast on the keyboard, coding a virus into the international hero commission computer system.
Your plan didn’t go as planned; the firewall of the international system was more complex that any other computer system that you previously hacked.
However, you always have a backup plan.
Beforehand, you create unprotected paths in network systems to gain access through this complex framework. It’s important to mention here that patience is key because you waited weeks, no months for someone who falls into that stupid little trap.
And of course that someone was a dense newbie; are they not undergo special cyber attack courses and learn how so-called Trojans work?
Nevertheless, your thoughts are interrupted by some ringing noises in your right earplug and you look on your security system, checking if someone approaches the dating server rooms. Indeed, someone - a security guardian goes past the room, inspecting just the empty, dark hall.
A self-pleased grin forms on your lips, leaning back in your self-designed chair which be made of old, mouldered cardboards.
„Just a few more hours and you‘ll be out of here“, you quietly mumble, missing the feeling to peacefully sleep on your own bad in your own apartment. „Just a few more hours“, you slowly repeat yourself, closing your eyes for a few seconds to rest your genius mind. You doze off, not noticing the painful loud ringing tone in your earplug and you just shrug it off as a annoying, nasty bug. Though, you hear some voices; some irritating, blustering voices followed by noisy screeching.
„So now we’re looking for a fucking data gap in the system?“
Your bloodshot eyes tear open, hearing every word that is said. Immediately, you shut down your laptop, kicking the cardboards aside and scurry off to the ventiduct. You tap against your visor, visualising the blueprints of the building and resume your escape route. In the meantime, the strangers continue their way to the dating server rooms - to the fucking dating server rooms in which you forgot your delicious cheese-ham sandwich.
„Oh my fucking god“, you rub your nerve-strained temples, „how stupid can I be?“
You quickly crawl along the air shaft because it’s only a matter of time before you are exposed. And indeed, there is a great outcry when the security guard and the strangers see some cardboards frantically thrown aside with a neatly wrapped cheese-ham sandwich beside.
„Oh god, there was somebody in here?!“
„How fucking dense are these security guards? Did you not check the dating server rooms when there’s a data gap in your system?!“
You hold back your nasty laugher, wrinkling your nose because of all the dust in the ventiduct.
„Kacchan, be respectful to the guard!“
„But I‘m fucking telling the truth!“, he nags, „and don’t call me with that disgusting nickname, nerd!“
You pause in surprise because the strangers seem treacherously familiar to you. You zoom in the video, adjusting the pixelated image and look astonished.
Are these strangers the two best heroes of Japan!?
„Shitshitshit“, you murmur in panic, „why are these two fuckers here?!“
„Todoroki, stay outside and secure the area. We have a security housebraking.“
The third best hero too!?, you think bitterly, heaving yourself out of the air shaft and in the next moment you breathe the cool night air into your burning lungs. You have to hurry up, so you won’t be caught — it’s not hard to guess who tried to hack into the international computer system.
„Can I see your security footage?“
„Of course, Deku-san. Please, follow me.“
„Kacchan, stay here. Maybe they will come back to“, his eyes fall onto the neatly wrapped sandwich, „secure their belongings.“
„Don’t order me around, neet! I’ll find out where this dipshit ran off to“, he angrily huffs at his childhood friend and they nod to each other before the green-haired man follows the security guard to the footage room.
Meanwhile, you monitor their exchange and dash into a side street; away from these three hero’s. By then, Midoriya Izuku examines the security footage, analysing all unusual occurrences and instantly stops at one point.
„Why do the lights flicker?“
The security guard presses his lips together, not noticing the dark gaze of the infamous number one hero.
„Repeat the video“, he points at a barely recognisable silhouette, „there he is. This is our burglar.“
He thoughtfully tilts his head, trying to recognise the stranger before an idea flashes his mind.
„Do you remember the incident three years ago when a small piece of the government database became public?“
„And the hacker created his own firewall which has only been partially cracked to this day“, Todoroki asks calmly to make sure they mean the same figure, „yes, why?“
„I think that’s the same person.“
The sudden silence lies heavily between the three hero’s before Bakugou cuts it.
He moves some server cabinets aside as he sees a disheveled cover panel of an air shaft.
„Where does the ventilation duct go?“
„The one in the right corner.“
Midoriya looks expectantly to the security guard which replies instantly and the three hero’s move on the spot.
Your heart sinks immediately, hearing loud explosions from the direction you just came from.
„Shitshitshit“, you sprint across an empty street, not looking back because they are hot on your heels. Nonetheless, a detonation erupts beside you and it scares the shit out of you.
A quiet screech leaves your lips as you light-footed dodge his attack before the infamous three superheroes stand a few meters away from you.
“You're surrounded, villain!”
A honey-sweet grin creeps onto your facial features, flashing out your pointed canines to intimidate them; or perhaps to reassure yourself that you’re not scared at all — no, not against the freaking three best superheroes of Japan. Instead of being scared, your eyes would sparkle with malicious euphoria if they were not covered by your midnight black visor. You playfully raise your hands upwards, gazing to the professionell hero’s who gather in front of you as a small group.
“Why are we waiting so damn long?”
“Kacchan, we are not allowed to-“
“How often should I tell you to address me properly with my code name during work?!”
The two heroes engage in a heated discussion, forgetting the most wanted villain who is in front of them.
“Midoriya! Bakugou! Stop arguing and concentrate!”, Todoroki interrupts the two quarrels, “he's running off!”
His words make you move, shifting a few gears higher to scurry off. You dodge the incoming attacks from the hero’s, turning into a dark side street. Your lunges burn from the intense race as you promptly inhale the cool air into them before an explosion surprises you from the left side. You stop, wiping away the dirt from the lower half of your face.
It crackles loudly on his hands before you hear another detonation. Your vision goes white and on your left cheekbone blooms an incomprehensible pain. It rings in your ears, not noticing how glass splinters drill into your soft skin.
His ruby-red earths glimmer dangerously.
You refrain from making a sarcastic joke, just rolling your eyes and take off your broken visor. You click your tongue, lifting proudly your head and your eyes — your beautiful, pretty eyes shimmer like shining stars at night to him as you raise your right hand in his direction. Unmistakable, white lightnings flashes above your acra, tingling your sudden porcelaneous skin.
His eyes dilate when a bright light envelops you both and impairs his vision; a violent eruption sounds and the floor vibrates under your feet as you use your quirk. A huge torrent of fire, accrued by potential energy, rises on the walls of a house, signalling exactly where you are. Frantically, you keep sprinting and ignore the biting pain in your left cheek before you notice the other rummering steps behind you.
„Todoroki, use your ice and freeze her!“
The addressed hero acts quickly but does not expect his ice to be enveloped in a white light and to be absorbed. In amastement, he stops in his movement, looking closely at you. Midoriya also looks at you in surprise but quickly grasps the situation after a few seconds.
“We don't want to hurt you!”, he immediately calls to you while you furrow your forehead irritated. “We would like to suggest an offer to you!”, he continues to talk when he realises that you are listening to him.
However, you annoyingly roll your eyes and a mean comment lingers on your tongue as you shake your head, extending your hand in their direction. Though, something or rather someone roars loudly, lunging to your figure. Bakugou grabs you from behind, twisting your one and then your other arm as you scream in pain. Tears form in the corners of your eyes, not noticing how hard you bite your lower lip to prevent you from crying when the infamous second hero overpowered you.
“Nah, nah, nah … not so fast, extra.”
You gasp painfully, hearing a treacherous crack in your arm bone. Big, fat tears roll down your blood-smeared cheekbones and a broken sob leaves your sore bitten, puffy lips. The superhero above you put some special handcuffs on your wrists, jolting them to secure their tenacity. These special handcuffs prevent the use of your superpowers and therefore, they significantly slow down your healing process. He easily lifts your up, grabbing your jaw and moves your view onto the other two heroines.
”Kac- uh Dynamite, that wasn’t really necessary”, says the green-haired man calmly, “she is hardly conscious now.” Breathing heavily, an ignorant, disgusted expression forms on your facial features as your bloodshot eyes burn holes onto the body of the symbol of peace.
“When I get out of here”, it’s the first time they hear your voice which resembles so much temerity and venom, “I'll kill you.”
Bakugou painfully squeezes your cheekbones together, eliciting a painful moan from you.
“You’re the first one who dies.”
His deep, dangerous growl vibrates through your petite body and his grip hardens more around your form. Goosebumps creep up your back as you flinch under his firm grip before he snatches your hair, hoisting your head to his furious face.
“Then I'm curious to see how you want to kill me, darling.”
His last word is full of venom as he hits hard your pretty head as you fold like a collapsible mattress in his big hands. His thoughts acted before his mind, altering his previous trains of thoughts and he stares at you for a moment.
“She’s a pain in the ass”, he mumbles as he sees the horrific gaze from Midoriya who stumbles to his side. “It would’ve been better if she was awake”, he rants, shaking his head before he’s calling somebody on his phone, explaining the current situation that they have found the incredible, unbefuckinglievable and perhaps hacker of this incident three years ago.
