Typetober Day 5: most afraid of (Villain!Deku/Fuyu)
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid you know. We’re not going to kill you.”
Fuyu said nothing. There wasn’t much that could be said with the cloth mouthpiece gagging her mouth and keeping her from doing anything silly like biting her own tongue to draw enough blood to get her out of this situation. She kept her eyes on the floor, refusing to meet his warm, emerald gaze.
Sweat dribbled down the corner of her brow, rolling across her cheek and down to her chin. She kept her breathing even. There was no point in freaking out. She’d spent enough energy thrashing and fighting before the entire entourage finally made their way into the dingy bar room to face her, tied up and gagged to a sleek metal chair.
Her blood bubbled up underneath her skin, pressing the thin thing separating it from the surface. Fuyu glared hard at the floor, hair spilling around her. His clean, polished shoes stood toe-to-toe with her grimy sneakers, bits of dried blood staining the tops.
“You sure about this one?” Dabi said from a barstool, swirling a glass. “Seems like a handful to me.”
“If Izu-kun says so then I believe in him~” Toga chirped, earning a smile from the fluffy haired teen in the center of the bar. “Besides, she’s cute!”
Shigaraki kept silent, leaning back into one of the chairs against the wall of the bar. His chapped, cracked face was almost serene, calmly watching the sight before him with half-lidded eyes, fingers lightly laced together save for his pinkies.
Let them run their shit. Fuyu decided. This fucking cult. Dumbasses. Whatever the hell they want. She didn’t even have anything to offer. What, heal a few wounds, help them if they got shot by a cop or beaten to a pulp by a hero? Nothing beyond that. Dead weight. She’d let them go on and on with their spheal, let him say all his fancy, soothing words and she’d figure a way out of this situation.
Fuyu tried not to think about her gloved hands, her tightly bound wrists and her ankles locked to the chair, anything to keep her from harming herself or drawing blood. She’d have to force it out. She could cut loose and then—
Then what?
Wait till they leave? That had to be her best option. She’d arm herself with a chair or whatever the hell she could find and fight her way out—
“I think you can help me, and I can help you.”
She flinched.
“I don’t like to do things that are useless in my eyes,” he said softly. Fuyu refused to look at him. “I tend to… overthink things, most of the time. It’s a bad habit of mine.”
Toga giggled. He smiled. “So you know then, right? That I didn’t bring you here for no reason.”
Fuyu huffed through the gag. He laughed, a light, soft sound. It betrayed the entire air this guy carried with him. All the way from the rooftop, all the way from those sparse, dangerous meetings and—
“And I think it’s a good start that you’re not very afraid of us,” he continued warmly. Fuyu snapped her head up at that, glaring daggers at him in disbelief. He beamed at the eye contact, expression glimmering in approval. Fuyu felt her stomach twist. “You’re not, aren’t you? I can tell.”
Fuyu heaved through her nose, twisting. Izuku continued to smile, crouching down to look up at her. “I know you, Fuyu.”
She glared at him in disgust. Izuku was deterred, smiling warmly. He reached one gloved hand up and Fuyu jerked away, seething at him through the gag. Izuku kept his hand in the air, letting it hover just above her knee.
“I know you more than you think,” Izuku continued. Here it is. This stupid spheal. They’re crazy. These villains, they’re crazy.
They’re all the same.
“You’re thinking it’s pointless for us to convince you to hear us out, right?” Izuku continued softly. Fuyu glared, keeping her expression vengeful. “That you don’t have anything to offer… you always think so lowly of yourself, don’t you?”
Her stomach wrenched. Fuyu planted her feet firmly against the floor, expression icy. Izuku smiled, warm as the sun, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The real terror was how someone like him could get away with an expression so gentle when it seemed everything about him was anything but.
“But I think you have everything to offer,” Izuku continued. “More than you could ever imagine. Do you know why?”
Fuyu rolled her eyes. Izuku grinned.
His hand gently touched her knee. Fuyu went rigid. Izuku lowered his eyes, stroking his thumb over the outside of her stockings, comfortingly leaving it there, as though to console her. Fuyu huffed, quick, angry breaths that he ignored, continuing in that soft, lulling voice—
“You think you’re too passive,” he said slowly. “For all your roughness, for all those fights you get into… you think you’re not passionate about anything, don’t you? You think you have no drive, and that makes you less than everyone else, lacking ambition, lacking passion… but that’s not true at all, Fuyu.”
Izuku looked up at her, smiling. “I think you just didn’t have the right thing to be passionate about.”
Fuyu jerked her knee away from him. Izuku reached for her bound hand instead, leaving it over hers. She growled, glaring daggers at him.
“Like that piece of shit who calls himself your father, right?”
Fuyu froze.
Everything went quiet. Her heart stilled. The room blurred—tatami and screen doors, the thick smell of blood and the cold kiss of metal and—
Him.
Rage flooded her heart, pooling into every inch of her. Fuyu kept frigid, staring with blazing, frenzied eyes at Izuku’s face.
Izuku made a small, pleased noise, squeezing her hand. Fuyu’s eyes grew warm, hot, burning as he stared at him.
“You see, we’re not like filth like him,” Izuku said kindly. “I’d very much like to do a few things to scum like that. That’s what we strive for, you know? Getting rid of people like that, tipping the scales, sewing… a bit of chaos in the order of this world. The way people are allowed to get away with their crimes, their ambitions and agendas and…”
Izuku smiled up at her, eyes twinkling. Fuyu breathed raggedly, chest rising and falling. She realized with a start she could see their strings, floating and drifting in their shades of red, frayed or thick or—
“I love the way your eyes look like that,” Izuku said softly. “But see, Fuyu, I think our intentions can align well… men like that, they never get what they deserve, isn’t that right?”
Fuyu tried to think about Aizawa. She tried to think about her grandparents. About anything else that might block out the truth of his words flooding through her system, about the tune he was strumming to a song riling up at her blood, threatening to break through skin and spill all her secrets.
“The system lets them get away,” Izuku whispered, leaning forward, past her, over the chair, and just by her ear. She felt his hair tickle her cheek. “Scot free, without a care in the world… but you know, we can do something about that.”
Fuyu felt the blood bubble up, flamed by rage.
“You can do something about that.”
Izuku turned his head, peeking at her almost childishly from the fluff of his mossy green bangs. Her eyes rigidly turned sideways, glowing a bright, furious ring of red as she returned his warm, approving gaze.
“Because I think you’re mad,” Izuku whispered. “So, so mad, aren’t you?” The black void in her chest opened its maws, threatening to swallow the thin, tiny precipice of peace she’d tried so stupidly to cling to. “You’re angry.”
Izuku reached up and cupped her face, turning it forward as he towered over her now. Fuyu breathed raggedly, muscles coiling, eyes burning and he smiled down at her as though she were the most beautiful masterpiece.
“And you’re not afraid of him,” Izuku said, reaching a hand up and letting her and his string float just above his palm. Visible only from the strain and the ferociousness of her Quirk activating, making it visible for everyone to see. “You’re not afraid at all because…”
Izuku smiled at her, eyes twinkling with mirth. Fuyu’s glowed red in fury, dark and trembling and shining like the prettiest stars he’d ever seen.
“The thing you’re most afraid of,” Izuku purred. “Is yourself, right?”
A knife sliced through the bounds on her hands. Fuyu’s fingers curled instantly into fists, biting into her palm and drawing blood.
Been wondering about this for a while now but y does Fuyu call Midoriya by his full last name and not give him a 2 syllable nickname like she does with everyone else or just call him Deku? Will this b smth that gets revealed later? Also I just imagine a scenario where Midoriya just full-on hugs Fuyu impulsively for all of 2 seconds and then immediately lets go with an atomic blush while Bakugo is cursing his lungs out and Roki's just staring at them thinking "not another one"... Love u tons!
We’ll touch a little more on this in the story, it’s nothing terribly important, just a funny little quirk, hahaha. Please also note she doesn’t call Mineta by a shortened name either! ?-?
ALSO THAT’S SUCH A WHOLESOME SCENE, CONSIDER IT DONE FOR FUTURE REFERENCE.
You know that one meme about the anatomy teacher saying that a broken bone heals stronger and the student says they should break all their bones to become superhuman strong... well I feel like that would be MidoFu kid and instead of them being like no don’t do that you idiot. Fuyu would just shrug and say something like your not wrong but it doesn’t mean you should do it. Then the kid would just point at Izuku and Fuyu would give up in defeat because damn it Izuku stop being a bad example
Seeing that Katsuyu marriage headcanon made me think “huh, MidoYu marriage ought to be fun ESPECIALLY when they get a kid who’s breaking bones and healing every now and then.” :)))))))
Now I'm imagining Aizawa waking up in a cold sweat and messaging Sora (because there is no way those two don't not vent about their noisy boyfriends and shared reckless child), and is just like 'please tell me there isn't a kid out there intentionally breaking their bones and healing them' and Sora just responds with a 'nope your good'. Honestly the day Fuyu's child is born no matter whose it's with, is the day he quits being a teacher because he just can't do it again.
There was another ask asking about possible future kids and i tried to screenshot it so i could add to this post and delete but the screenshot failed and i lost the ask so whoever asked i’m very sowwy i will add in here!
(this was so funny to imagine because it true)
- Sora would be like which one is Midoriya
- Aizawa would point and he would say “oh, so the mutterer” and Aizawa would stare at Sora over a cup of coffee while Sora drinks tea and say “you know who he admires right?”
“Who?”
“All Might.”
“He’s a good man.”
“Have you seen his hospital records?”
“Fuck that, she’s transferring.”
- Aizawa imagines sometimes, staring out over all his students heads the kind of ferocious combos that could arise and when he sees Fuyu with select students he spits out whatever he’s drinking
(i think i made previous little headcanons before about some of the kids but i don’t remember so here’s the answer to the ask and the master future kids list)
ToFu/ShoYu
- they’d probably have a fairly big family, maybe five or six kids, Roki realizes being a dad is kinda cool when you do it right and just wants more
- first ones are twins, one boy and one girl, boy has white hair with black tufts, girl has red hair with black tufts (the brother is feisty and wild and takes more after his mom and the daughter is more like her father) healing fire quirk and blood red ice and flames quirk respectively
- they’d name the son Yagi
MidoYu
- son first, then a daughter
- daughter has a Quirk that could link to others and amplify their powers to the extreme, can sense emotions and see what they see
- son’s quirk is everyone’s worst nightmare
- they’d name the son Toshinori, the daughter Nana
KatsuYu
- daughter, son, son, maybe more kids
- flammable/explosive blood for the daughter, literally Katsuki and Fuyu’s temperaments incarnate, she’s a wild one who fights with her dad a lot and butts heads with her mom but is softer with her cause Fuyu
- son, Fuyu’s Quirk, very soft spoken and sweet but when you piss him off it’s a nuclear bomb
- youngest son can see red threads and light fuses at the end, what happens after ignition is not yet known, Katsuki is hopeful and Fuyu is wary
IiKi (aye not a popular ship but i see u)
- two daughters and a son probably, eldest daughter tries to be very astute like her father but takes too much after her mom, she has ridiculously quick healing powers
