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Izuku sighed. He pulled the trigger to the BB gun in his hands, he was barely aiming at the yellow tentacle monster thing. The sound of bullets as their teacher took attendance was annoying after a while. All Izuku wanted to do was go to a new school, one where no one knew who he was. And now here he is shooting pink balls at a yellow octopus with the capability to destroy the moon and apparently the earth too.
Fucking fantastic!
“Midoriya Izuku!”
“Here..”
“What was that I couldn’t hear you!”
“HERE!”
“Excellent!”
Everyone groaned, most people ran out of ammo or gave up, like Izuku. The greenette was sitting on his desk, arms crossed and head resting on them. Perfect nap position.
“Excellent! All present and accounted for. No tardies! congratulations!” The tentacle spoke.
“He’s fast.” One student said.
“The whole class opened fire and he doesn't even have a scratch.” Another commented.
There were complaints about how the teacher wasn't hit. Izuku couldn’t care less. He closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap. Last night’s patrol was complete hell, he had to outrun the cops again. Izuku sighed, never in his pathetic life did he expect to become a vigilante, much less did he expect to become an assassin. Surprise surprise, he has to kill his teacher.
“No luck today either, eh?” The octopus teacher playfully said. “That’s really too bad.” They continued. “What’s the lesson here?” Be smart maybe? “Numbers are no substitute for inventiveness, perhaps?” Close enough. “That any hack can point a gun and pull a trigger?” Izuku knows that. He encounters those hacks when he patrolls the red lights district. “Some of column A, some of column B?” The teacher kept talking. “I get you were trying to cast the net as widely as possible, so to speak, but the approach lacked originality.” He talks a lot. “When the target clocks at Mach 20, an assassin has to think outside the box.” He talks a lot, but he does have a point.
“Ha. Right. Mach 20.” Someone said. “There's no way you seriously dodged all of those!”
“He’s got a point,” Another kid spoke up. “I mean, these are just BB pellets. For all we know, you just stood there and took em’ like a champ.”
“Yeah! That's right!” Someone else shouted.
Izuku thought about it for a moment, then went back to falling asleep. Though he was curious for the answer. So, when the tentacle began to speak he lazily opened an eye to watch.
“Very well.” The teacher said. “Collect the ammunition and bring it here.” No one moved yet. Izuku stayed in his seat, it seemed like something interesting was about to happen.
“As was explained, these are anti me BB’s.” The teacher reached out and grabbed one of the guns from the nearest student. “Harmless to you, but,” The teacher pointed the gun at one of his tentacles. He shot it. The tentacle bounced to the floor writhing in its place. Izuku’s head shot up and his eyes widened. There were gasps and shouts from the students. “Able to slit my cells like a knife through warm tofu.” The man’s tentacle oozed yellow goop as it kept threshing on the ground. “Developed by your government for that express purpose.” All the students stared in shock at the arm. He didn’t hesitate. “Of course, after a few seconds I can regenerate good as new.” The tentacle grew back in seconds. Izuku stared at the tentacle in wonder. He had never seen a quirk like that. “A luxury you won’t have if you accidentally shoot your eye out.” He pointed at the class and continued, “No shooting in the classroom unless you're trying to kill me.” The teacher told the class, “And good luck killing me before graduation. You’re gonna need it!” Green stripes appeared on the teacher's face when he said that.
“Now then, let's put away the arms and ammunition and begin class!”
Izuku sighed and put his gun away. Guess he should get used to this, he is in class 3-E, the assassination classroom.
“Okay, here is a puzzler for you.” The teacher said.
On the board were 4 english sentences. All of them had the word “who” outlined in pink chalk.
“Isogai!” The teacher called out.
“Uh, sir?” A brown haired student responded.
4 multi-colored tentacles came from behind the teacher. One white, one pink, one green and one blue. ‘Can he create more?’ Izuku wondered, ‘Is there a limit to the number of tentacles he can create? If he changed the color of those tentacles, does that also mean he could theoretically camouflage? Why do they look different from his other tentacles? Do they have a different purpose? Could he create different shapes with his tentacles? Maybe he can-” The class was staring at him. Why are they- Oh, he must have been muttering. Terror creeped up Izuku’s spine. Without realizing it Izuku had lifted his arms in a protective manner. He knows the drill, someone will hit him. Fuck. He thought he got rid of that habit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
“Excellent observations Midoriya!” He heard someone say. Wait what? That was his teacher’s voice, but there was no way. “If you hoan those observation skills more you will be a wonderful assassin! To answer your questions,” He was actually going to answer him? “Yes I can camouflage and change the shape of my tentacles, with limits of course.” Holly shit he is! Wait, he needs to write that down! Quickly Izuku takes out his notebook and begins writing what the teacher said. “Though, I cannot change the density or mass of the tentacles I make. Most of the time I have 14 tentacles, 2 I use as arms 10 as legs and 2 as backup. I can make more but it takes energy if I create too many. Right now I believe my limit is 20.” Izuku wrote everything the teacher said, while adding new questions to his notes. In Front of him, a blue haired student did the same. “If you have more questions you may ask, preferably after class though. Now to continue with the lesson.” The teacher continued with the english lesson leaving a stunned Izuku, he never expected someone to answer him, but they did, and they even offered to answer more questions. For the first time in a long time Izuku wore a genuine smile on his face. It was small, but it lit up the room all the same.
“Excellent!!” A loud cheer brought him back to reality, his teacher had an orange hue on his face, as well as a bright red circle in the center. He had his tentacles up in a cheering pose. “ ‘The boy who is standing’ employs “who” as a relative pronoun.” While the teacher kept talking, Izuku looked out the window at the crescent moon in the sky. He wondered how this happened, how did he end up in this situation. For some it might have started with the moon blowing up, but for Izuku… It was much earlier.
4 Months ago.
Izuku is on a rooftop after having talked to All Might. He’s been desperate, he wanted someone to believe in him, in his dream of becoming the first quirkless hero. Who better than All Might, the man who says you can be a hero no matter what…
‘I guess there is a reason people say never meet your heroes…’
All Might told him that he couldn’t be a hero without a quirk. Izuku is left alone with his thoughts. The words All Might said repeat in Izuku’s head. They get mixed with the ones from past bullies and others who have bashed down his dream.
“I’m so sorry Izuku!”
“Defenseless Izuku,”
“Quirkless waste,”
“Deku,”
“Useless,”
“Give it up kid,”
“You can’t be a hero without a quirk,”
“Be realistic,”
“Realistic,”
“Deku,”
“Quirkless,”
“Useless,”
“Waste of space,”
“Deku,”
“Be realistic,”
“Realistic,”
“Realistic,”
Before he knew it, Izuku was on the other side of the safety rail with his shoes off.
“Take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”
That was the last straw for him. Kacchan was someone who he still considered a friend, someone who he hoped he could follow for the rest of his life. Kacch-Katsuki was his friend and he told Izuku to kill himself.
He snapped.
Tears fell down his face, but he wore a smile. A maniacal smile that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. Izuku wore the smile of a man who had lost, someone who had endured so long they were no longer sure what reality was. That smile was plastered on Izuku's face, because he was done. He could not keep going. The boy laughed, he laughed like a mad man. He laughed like he had just discovered the answers to the universe. His laughs drowned out all sound from the outside world. He never heard the familiar explosion in the distance, nor did he see it. Izuku’s eyes were burning from the acid tears falling down his face.
Eventually, a sob pierced through the laughter. Izuku looked up at the sky. He felt drained, tired, lost. His eyes turned back to the ground from where he was, he wondered if he should be in a higher building. What kind of building is he on anyway? Izuku stared at the ground, his eyes empty, void of emotion. Should he? His doubt was snuffed down by his thoughts. For a while Izuku only looked at the asphalt below. Was it strange to think it looked comforting? Probably…
Without noticing, Izuku’s grip on the rail was loosening. The rough and cold concrete where his socks made contact felt grounding. His thoughts were too loud though, they hazed his vision, only allowing him to see one solution, one decision, one result. Him and the ground. His eyes closed, the cold winter breeze numbing him. When they opened again he was looking at the sky as the rail he had been holding got further and further away. Everything felt slow and clear at the same time. There was no peace or terror. It felt like he was dreaming. For a moment he wondered if he was dreaming, maybe he would wake up in his bed sad that it wasn’t real. It wouldn’t be the first time. Memories came to him like a cheesy film. Memories of his life, things he did, his mother. A small smile came to his face and he closed his eyes. His body collided with the ground and it all went black.
Izuku remembered the events that followed his suicide attempt. School got worse, his mother avoided him, his mom sent an application for Kunugigaoka junior high, the moon blew up, All Might and The Tentacle (as they call him) fought.
The battle between All Might and The Tentacle was little more than a joke. All Might was overpowered by The Tentacle. The villain left All Might in the center of the battle field. No one knew their motives or why they blew up the moon, but one thing was for sure. The Symbol of Peace lost for the first time, and that was going to change so many things.
For days the news talked about All Might’s defeat or the now forever crescent moon.
“All MIght Defeated! What does this mean for the future?”
“70% of the Moon has been Vaporized!”
“Symbol of peace lost!”
“The Tentacle is more powerful than All Might!”
The first day of the new school year started days later, and something even more surprising happened.
“Hello! How Are you?” The villain that defeated All Might stood behind the podium. He was… Yellow. Tentacles moved around him. The man? Izuku guessed he had a mutation quirk. They wore a gown and cap, like the ones students would wear on graduations. The gown had three blue stripes on each arm. The center of his gown was red. Golden ribbons were sowed on the gown’s collar. Under it all a plain white polo shirt, secured by a short black tie with a yellow crescent moon emblem at the middle.
“So, I’m the one who blew up the moon.” He said it so casually, expression never faltering. Can he change his expression? He’s been smiling ever since walking in.
It took a moment for the comment to register in people, many had similar reactions. Confusion.
“Next year, I intend to do the same to Planet Earth!” He sounded so cheerful, it was hard to realize what he said.
“But never mind that now, I’m gonna be your new teacher! Isn’t that exciting?” The class’s faces contorted into one’s of exasperation. Many people thought the same. ‘There are so many things wrong with this picture.’
Izuku banged his head on the desk. He left Aldara to get away from drama and emotionally scarring situations. The greenette looked up at the villain. This is definitely going to become stressful. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to have a villain teach middle schoolers?
“Uh, I'm Karasuma.” Izuku is going to take a wild guess and say this person knows. A man in a government suit stood next to the tentacle. He had dark hair slicked back and spiked. He stood like a soldier. “I'm from the Ministry of Defense.” The man continued his introduction. At least that explained his stance. Izuku decided to pay more attention, this sounded important.
“What, uh, what I’m about to tell you we in the business call ‘classified.’” The man sighed. He looked so done. “Aw, hell. I’ll just come right out with it.” Giving up trying to sound professional, he continued.
“I’m gonna need you to kill this thing for the sake of mankind.”
…
What?
Many of the students gasped in surprise.
“Excuse me.” A boy with short orange hair spoke.
“No offence, is this a joke?” Brave soul Izuku thought, but a valid question, why do they have to kill the man. Couldn’t the hero's do that, why rely the fate of the world on some random middle school kids? Apparently the boy had more to say. “Cause if that’s the alien who blew up the moon-” Alien? The boy didn’t get to finish.
“A-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah!” The Tentacle exclaimed. Tentacles flew around him in agitation. Izuku couldn’t blame him. Did the kid not know what mutant quirks were? Puffs of smoke came out of the man’s face. “I am an Earthling born and bred, thank you very much!”
The government official, Karasuma? Continued talking, “I’m not at liberty to discuss the details at this juncture. I’ll just say he’s telling the truth.” That was a strange way of saying he has a mutant quirk. “His threat is all too real.” Izuku almost rolled his eyes, like the moon couldn’t be enough to warn people. “As of this coming March. He will obliterate the earth.” They had said that before, but it never really registered until now. He’s already given up on his dreams to be a hero, but not on his vigilantism, he just found his purpose in life and it was gonna go to waste. There was still more, “Apart from you, the only people who know about this are world leaders. If word of this leaks out to the public, we’ll have widespread panic on our hands. He must be terminated soon and with extreme prejudice.” The man reached into his coat pocket. “Which means you must become assassins.” A green knife slashed at The Tentacle. The yellow man dodged it and not a second later the knife was back on him, there was barely any effort put into the dodges, but the man still got away when the knife pointed at him. “Now, you’ll notice he’s incredibly fast!” Another attack and another dodge. The Tentacle moved behind Karasuma and pulled out tweezers and eyebrow tools. “And for some reason he likes grooming eyebrows.” There was a growl, “Immaculately!” The once yellow man turned pink and dodged an attack from the other. The scene would have gotten a chuckle out of Izuku if he wasn’t having a mental breakdown. Strong gusts of wind blew in everyone’s faces, snapping Izuku out of his haze. “You’re looking at a being so powerful he can obliterate over half the moon in seconds.” The yellow creature loomed over everyone, tweezers and eyebrow brush in hand, in tentacle? “So fast, he’s been clocked at Mach Twenty.” Everyone’s eyes widened. It was common knowledge that All Might’s maximum speed was Mach 1… This man was faster than the number one hero. “A world where he’s allowed to live is a world waiting to be destroyed, plain and simple.” Izuku could understand the sentiment, but… can he kill?
Izuku wants to be a hero, even if his hopes are dashed, he still wants to try. He doesn’t expect to achieve it, of course. But still.. Will he be able to live with himself if he strikes the final blow? The small boy thought of everything that he’s done, all the sacrifices he’s made to achieve his dream of becoming a hero. Looking at the man who planned to destroy everything and everyone, Izuku got his answer. If that’s what it took to protect people, he would give the final blow. Green orbs hardened in determination.
The moment was broken by a cheerful voice.
“He makes it sound so grim, doesn’t he?” The octopus man put away the eyebrow kit. “Cheer up!” He stood behind the podium again. “I’ve graciously made your government an offer. ‘Stop making fools of yourselves trying to kill me,’ I said. And let me teach Class 3-E at this illustrious institution!” Ok, what the fuck? Why here? Couldn’t he have chosen any other school? Is he serious?
Like reading their minds, Karasuma answered the unspoken question. “We didn’t have much of a choice. We have no idea what his motives are, but we agreed on the condition that none of you students would be harmed in any way.” They do realize that he could break the deal and still has the power to not get consequences, right? “The average is twofold. On the one hand, we’ll know his whereabouts a good portion of every weekday, which is something.” That's a good point… “On the other, he’ll be in close range to thirty people with the means and incentive to kill him.”
Present Time
A gunshot rang in the classroom, followed by a loud clap. One of the students, a girl with blond hair and blue eyes, shot at the teacher. The octopus teacher caught the BB with the chalk used on the writing board.
“Nakamura!” The teacher called out. “I distinctly remember saying no guns discharging in the classroom!” The teacher's head was red and puffs of smoke came out of it.
“I know…” She rubbed the back of her head.
“Back row, young lady. Think about what you’ve done.” He scolds. Nakamura groans, but moves to the back row.
Izuku had fallen asleep; he woke up when the gun went off. This probably wasn’t good for his mental health, but hey, when was anything he did good for his health? Currently he is trying to comprehend the fact that he is not in aldera and that sound was not an explosion. His breaths were quick, but quiet, they had to be if he wanted to survive at his old school. Once calm he started to reminisce again. He remembered the amount of money karasuma said they’d get if the students or students killed The Tentacle. Ten billion… He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to get part of that money.
Time passed and soon it was lunch time. The bell rang and the students were excused to go outside. Students began to calculate how long the teacher would be gone. Izuku didn’t want to risk getting targeted, so he grabbed his bag and ran out the door, making as little sound as possible.
Izuku sat on the stair outside, there weren’t many places to go. Pulled out his phone and checked his messages.
Dracula:
Izuku!
Izuku!
Izu!
Hey!
Hey!
Heeeeyyyyyyyyy!
Heeelllloooo!
Izu!
Broccoli:
What?
Dracula:
I’m bored!!!! T^T
Tell me about your school! Do I need to kill anyone yet? OwO
Broccoli:
School was ok, no one has done anything yet. It’s strange though
Dracula:
How?
Well they had to kill the teacher, but he couldn't say that.
Broccoli:
I don’t know how to explain
Before he could type more he heard someone behind him. Izuku jumped, he got up and turned to the treat. It was a group of boys. One had an undercut, the bottom half was blond and the top half was brown. Another boy had blond hair and wore the standard uniform. To their left is another boy with black curly hair. The last person was a… He couldn’t tell, but they have blue hair tied up in pigtails.
Automatically Izuku came up with the most obvious conclusion: they were going to beat him up.
Before Izuku could run The brown haired boy called out.
“Hey! Bush hair! You were talking about the octopus’s tentacles, sit down!” His voice was brash, too similar to an explosive blond.
Izuku did as told and sent his friend a quick goodbye.
“So we know the octopus’s face changes color depending on what mood he’s in.” The brunette directed his eyes to the blue haired person. “Have you been keeping track like I asked? Gimme the specs.”
“You got it.” The bluenette responded.
Izuku doesn’t know why he’s here. This seems like a private conversation…
“I guess for starters, green stripes means he feels cocky. So that’s something. When we give the wrong answer, his face goes dark purple. When we answer correctly, bright red.” Magisa, was that their name? Izuku wasn’t paying attention when people introduced themselves. Whatever their name is, they make good points. There’s also pink, which usually comes up when he’s flustered, or red when he’s scolding someone. Izuku bit his lip to keep himself from muttering. “What’s interesting is everyday after lunch, without fail-” They get cut off by the brunette.
“Blah blah, whatever!” Fucking rude! That sounded important. “We got more ‘n enough.” The boy got up and walked down the steps in front of the bluenette. “When his guard’s down, that’s when we make our move.” That’s dumb. They don’t even know when his guard will be down, these guys are rushing it.
Izuku opened his mouth to speak. He stops when the brunette continues “Well, at least you do.” That doesn’t sound good.
“Yeah. About that, I-” The bluenette was interrupted again.
“Don't start! We’ve been over this!” The boy inches closer confrontationally. The other moves back. Izuku stands up ready to come between the two. “Worried about your transcript?!” He narrows his eyes. “Wake up, dude! We’re 3-E!” Izuku still doesn't know what that means, why is being in this class so bad? The boy gets closer. “Everyone expects us to be villains and murderers anyway!” The boy exclaims. Izuku can unpack the villain and murder part later, right now he needs to deescalate the situation.
“Hey, stop that!” Everyone turns to him. Izuku fidgets, his anxiety spikes.
Danger.
Danger.
Danger!
Danger!
DANGER!
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His mouth goes on autopilot.
“You shouldn’t talk to them like that. That can’t be true… Anyway, you can’t talk to them like that, maybe they want to achieve something, or...” Izuku trails of his voice dies out. Everyone looks at him for a moment.
“You haven’t been here long. Let me help you out. You know what the E stands for, right?” Izuku shakes his head. He gulpes. The boy keeps his eyes on Izuku’s scared green ones. “End of the line, or End class.” The brunette spits out like poison. He isn’t only talking to the bluenette now, he’s also talking to Izuku. “Think they shuffle us up this mountain everyday for the view? Sorry to burst your bubble, but society don’t want us.” The boy wraps an arm around the bluenette's shoulder and the other around Izuku's own shoulder. Izuku could not repress the flinch.
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“When do nobodies like us have a shot at the kind of cash at stake here?!” The brown haired boy said. Izuku didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. Why? why? why? why? why? why? Why? Why is he here? Did his mom know this would happen?
“This is our one way ticket out of the boonies!” The boy tightened his arm. Right he can’t panic now, there are too many people around. “No guts, no glory.” Let this be your moment to shine.” The boy released Izuku and took out something from his pocket. “Man up. Go make a name for yourself, huh?” They held up a medium sized orange pouch. He dropped the bag in the blue haired person's hands and laughed. Releasing them to their fate.
“Best of luck. Try not to blow it…” The bluenette stared at the bag, they had a far away look in their eye.
“Umm…” They snapped out of it. Twisting their head to face the greenette. Green eyes met Blue ones. Izuku flinched and looked down.
“I-I know I’m new, a-and no one would care, b-but I think you can do it. If you don’t want to go through with the plan I can…” The boy trailed off, they both knew what he ment.
Turning back to the pouch, the bluenette spoke with a steady voice.
“Thank you for the offer, but I… I have to do this.” Izuku understood in a way.
In the distance came a loud sound, like the one that comes from planes when they fly over a person. Both turned to the sound.
Crash!
Wind blew everywhere. At the center of it was their octopus teacher, with- Is that a fucking missile?!?
“Hello there! I’m back!” The Teacher said like he did not just come to school with a missile in his arms tentacles.
“Okay, hi, sir. So, what… What's with the missile?” The bluenette bounced back quicker.
“A souvenir from a strike force that tried to bring me down over the Sea of Japan.”
…
How does he sound so casual about it?
“Must be lonely spending your life in the crosshairs.” The blue eyed boy commented.
“Quite the opposite, actually!” The octopus man (wow they really need to learn this guy's name) responds. “Reminds me of how amazing I am!” Well he isn’t wrong, right now he is the most powerful being in the world, that is pretty amazing. “Now, then. Inside for fifth period, please.” Seeing the man walk away Izuku couldn’t help being a little jealous. This man had so much power, he could have gotten everything he wanted in life, but instead he’s destroying earth. The boy looked down at his shoes. He would never be able to hold a candle to that power. It is like All Might said.
‘Be realistic’
Izuku almost laughed, he switched schools to escape his flaws. He had been hoping that Kunugigaoka could help him reach for UA. Having a school like that on his application could have given him a chance at reaching for his dreams. If what the brown haired boy said was true… He doesn’t even have the option to try. The moment UA sees his classroom he will be dismissed.
Izuku sighed, he’s tired of this…
Back in the classroom Izuku kept an eye on the bluenette. Damn he really needs to figure out their name.
They are doing a poetry assignment. It’s boring. Coming up with a poem that ends in “was tentacles all along.” is harder than he initially thought.
Turning his eyes from his paper he looks at the blue haired person again. They seemed concentrated, but not about the assignment.
“Um, sir? Question!” A girl raised her hand. She has green hair and wore the standard Kunugigaoka uniform.
“Huh? Of course! Fire away, Kayano!” The teacher answered.
“Do we always have to call you sir?” Kayano asked. “You haven’t given us your name and I think we need one.” Izuku noticed the teacher shift uncomfortably. The green haired boy took out his notebook and got ready to write, this would be interesting. Kayano continued, “I mean, it’d be kinda awkward if we don’t call you anything, right?” Izuku keept eyes on the teacher ready to note any reaction.
“Ah. Well, now…” He’s hesitating. Why? Izuku narrowed his eyes. Some of the students around him shifted uncomfortably. Izuku wasn’t showing bloodlust per say, but people have told him that when his mind is concentrated on solving something he gets an aura, like someone is picking your being apart.
He heard some students in the background talking about an oversight, the boy could not be bothered.
“Hmmm... “ The octopus scratched his scalp. “Trouble is, I don’t have the sort of name you just give to people.” That’s a weird way to fraze it. “Why not pick one for me?”
…
“What could go wrong?” One of the students muttered. Izuku agreed with whoever that was.
“Just focus on meter and syntax.” Mr. No Name Teacher said.
“M’kay.” The green haired girl agreed.
That was a strange interaction… Izuku noted it on a page of his book.
“I’ll take a short break while you take up your pens.” No name said as his face turned pink.
Well, that was interesting. Izuku turned his eyes back to his work.
Out of the corner of his eye someone stood up. Quickly glancing at who he almost shot out of his seat. The blue haired person was standing. The conversation at lunch flashed in his mind. He couldn’t fuck it up for them. As naturally as he could, Izuku turned his face down, bangs covering his eyes. Not enough for him to be unable to see, but enough for an outsider not to notice. The boy kept an eye on the scene.
“Ah! Seems the muse favors Nagisa.” Izuku noted the name.
His gut twisted in nerves. The walk to where the teacher sat felt like an eternity. Even if no one knew what was going on, everyone in the class had their eyes on Nagisa.
In one quick motion they struck at the teacher.
“What did I say about thinking outside the box?” The teacher shasticed. That wasn’t everything Izuku knew, but he never expected what came next.
Nagisa reached out in a motion that would proceed as a hug to any outsider. A moment later the classroom was engulfed by a bright light, then an explosion.
It was too similar.
‘Useless Deku!’
Hundreds of BB pellets flew from the blast zone.
‘Don’t apply to UA,’
There was screaming.
‘Swan dive.’
Nononono!
His breathing got faster.
Pain.
Pain.
Burn.
No.
No.
There were voices screaming.
‘Take a swan dive!’
Too much.
Hurt.
‘Defenseless Izuku!’
Explosions.
Burns.
Pain.
“Never saw a suicide bomber-”
His mind caught on one word. Suicide.
Red spider lilies on his desk.
Stop!
More yelling.
They’ll hurt you.
Run!
Get out!
‘Die!’
‘Pathetic’
It was too loud.
‘Waste.’
Pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain!
‘Weak,’
No no no no nonononononono.
Stop it!
Make it stop!
Make them stop!
‘Take a swan dive off the roo-’
A wave of bloodlust permeated the classroom.
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
Run!
Run!
Run!
Run!
Izuku ran. Only to be stopped by another wave of bloodlust. His eyes flew to the source of it. They were met by ruby red eyes over him. That was all he could see. Those ruby red eyes that were too similar to the ones of his tormentor. An unfamiliar voice spoke.
“- didn’t see this coming.” He couldn’t move.
RUN!
RUN!
His mind screamed to run. He would get hurt. They were going to hurt him.
“Tetasaka. Yoshida. Muramatsu.” The voice spoke harshly, each name laced with venom. They were unfamiliar. They didn’t go to Aldera…
The face contorted, becoming darker, the eyes turned into black voids (no longer red), Teeth sharpened. Their face became harsh lines and indents similar to veins. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t anything like the other. That realization did not make it more bearable.
“This was your doing. Wasn’t it?!” The voice, it sounds familiar.
“Who…? Us..?” Izuku heard someone’s trembling voice in the background.
“It was all Nagisa!” Another fearful voice said. Nagisa? That sounded familiar…
A gust of wind. Familiar… Tentacles, yellow, Kunugigaoka! He’s not in Aldera.
More wind. Izuku turned his face to the source. Red eyes. The greenette flinched. Name plates fell on the ground.
Fuck.
His panici riddled mind registered his nameplate on the teacher's hold.
“Here’s the deal, kiddos. The agreement I have with your government forbids me from harming you.” The man spoke, voice oozing bloodlust. “But there’s a catch.” He raised one of the nameplates ‘Shiota’ in front of the students. “If you pull another irresponsible stunt like that again….” Name plates were dropped on the floor. “There’s nothing that says I can’t harm someone else.” Izuku’s eyes widened. “Family…” An image of his mom came to mind. “Friends…” A memory of a blond girl with twin buns helping him take care of his daily injuries came to mind. “Everyone in the world except for you, if I feel like it.” Students whimpered. This is why they are here. Sure he taught them, but he’s still a villain. The number one villain. This was a reality slap. This is why they have to kill their teacher. He has power, too much. They will have to combat that power and eliminate him. It’s clear this will be the hardest thing to accomplish. There is no running, or hiding. They have to meet the challenge and not back down. Izuku has the biggest advantage of everyone. He will be underestimated. No one else in his class is quirkless, at least not to his knowledge. When the teacher finds out his defect, his threat level will be non-existent. Internally Izuku grins, he will do everything to defeat the man in front of him.
“Go on! Threaten us!” The brown haired boy yells. “I ain’t afraid of no squid!” He continues to yell. “Where do you get off blowing up the moon?” That’s a curious question, why did he do that? Show of power maybe, “We got rights, you know!” … Izuku almost facepalms, rights aren’t anything here, “Call us irresponsible! We’re just defending ourselves!”
“Of course. I know that.” The bloodlust disappears from the room. The octopus’s face turns orange with a red circle in the center.
How the fuck?
Izuku is baffled, he has such good control of his bloodlust. Maybe he can ask for- No, sure he’s the teacher, but like hell he’s helping a deku like you.
“I’m not calling you irresponsible for trying to kill me.” He reaches out a tentacle to pat Nagisa’s head. “No, no, no.” He ruffles Nagisa’s hair. “As a matter of fact, Nagisa here gets full marks for technique. His composure was simply outstanding.” Quickly he turns to the trio. “However!” They flinch. “None of you cared if he was injured.” The group looks ashamed at least. “Not even Nagisa himself, it seems.” Thats true… Izuku takes his notebook out and flips to Nagisa's page, noting down ‘self sacrificial’ on the behavior section. “Students with that attitude aren’t fit to assassinate anyone.” The teacher’s face turned purple with an x on it. Izuku looked up. “You must believe yourself worthy of your target.” Worthy? “That means taking pride in what you do, in yourselves, and each other.” All the attention was focused on the teacher. “All of you are more than the sum of your parts.” Izuku looked down at his desk. He could not have been referring to him too, he probably directed that speech to the rest of the class.
Yet… He couldn’t stop the spark of hope lit in him. It was soon drowned by another thought. ‘I have to kill him…’ The mood plummeted. Even if the comment was directed to him too, he will be gone by the end of the school year. Him or The Teacher? That was unknown yet.
“Here’s a puzzler for you Nagisa.” The quirkless boy turned back to the conversation. “Given that I have no intention of being killed.” He turned to the class. “Though of course, I have every intention of enjoying our time together before the planet goes kerplooey.” Turning back to Nagisa, he asked “What, exactly, are you going to do about it?”
Nothing happened for a while, then, Nagisa smiled. “I think you’ll find out I can do plenty, sir. Just you wait and see.” The teacher laughed, but it wasn’t mocking, he seemed to enjoy the response. Green stripes appeared on his face.
“That’s the spirit!” The man then extended his tentacles out in a grand gesture. “No one leaves until I'm vanquished!”
Complaints rise all over the classroom.
“Way to go, Nagisa.”
“This is totally balls!”
Nagisa takes his seat. Not bothered by the comments.
The teacher grabs one of the nameplates and mutters, “Wipe it clean.” on loop.
In the distance Izuku hears a conversation between the Green haired girl, Kayano and Nagisa.
“How do you say ‘un-killable’ in japanese?” The girl wonders out loud.
Nagisa turns to them.
“Koro-sen-nai?” Kayano mutters while looking at the ceiling. She then gasps.
“Koro-sen-sei!” She exclaims.
“Koro Sensei?” Nagisa repeats.
Izuku mutters the name under his breath. “Koro Sensei…” He looks up at their teacher who’s looking at Nagisa and Kayano. He must have heard them. The name feels… right. A smile tugs at his lips, not enough to be noticed. Never enough to be noticed.
The day continues as normal, well, normal for class 3-E.
Soon the school day is over and everyone walks down the mountain and out of campus.
Izuku reached his apartment, even when going to Kunugigaoka in Tokyo, he still lives in Musutafu. He arrives home at around 5.
“I’m home!” Izuku calls out.
No answer, as expected. Doesn’t mean he wants there to be silence. Izuku walks to his room and enters. The room is sad to say the least. His room is almost empty, a few hero figurines stand on the once filled shelves. He walks over to his bed and collapses on the gray sheets.
The silence consumes the room, allowing his thoughts to take over.
All the panic of the day crashes into him.
It’s too loud in his head.
Soon he follows his usual routine.
Grabbing the blade from under his mattress, he cuts lines into his already scarred forearms. If he had anyone care for him, maybe he’d worry about them being discovered, but no one has ever cared. Thinking about this, the cuts got deeper.
Each self deprecating thought created a new blood red line.
‘Useless,’
‘Weak,’
‘Pathetic,’
‘Unlovable,’
‘Deku,’
‘Waste,’
Soon his thoughts ran out of comments. Looking at his wrists they were a bloody mess. The dull eyed boy got up. He never treated his self-inflicted wounds, only wrapping them in toilet paper. He wouldn't waste bandages on this.
The quirkless boy sat at his desk and began to work. Just because his wrists ached didn’t mean he wouldn’t do homework.
Hours later.
He heard the door open and close. Must be his mom. He got up to help her with the groceries, if she had any.
Izuku walked out to find his mom, grocery bags in hand.
“Hey mom!” He smiled, it took efort, but he managed to make it seem real.
His mom only glanced at him and handed him the groceries. Smile faltering only a bit, he grabbed the bags and took them to the fridge.
He unpacked the groceries while His Mom made dinner.
Today they were having rice, miso soup, and fish. When he finished with the groceries, the boy helped his mom with cooking. This was their routine.
When dinner was served was when they talked, only a minimal amount though.
“How was school?” She asked.
“Good.” He answered.
“Is your class nice?”
“Yeah.”
She hummed.
…
“Did you know about End Class?” Izuku asked.
She flinched. With a sigh she answered.
“You can’t be a hero, Izuku. It’s too dangerous.”
Izuku would have laughed at the irony. He is being taught by the number one villain, he is being trained to become an assassin. How is he not in danger? The boy voices none of his thoughts.
Both Son and Mother stay silent for the rest of dinner.
Izuku cleans the plates and table then returns to his room.
He’s angry. His mom could have just let him be, but instead she sends him to a school that gives him no future. Any future he ever hoped to have has gone down the drain. No, not the drain. Any dream he’s ever and will ever have is now demolished.
Is there a point to living if he doesn’t even have a future? The earth will be destroyed by the end of the year, why should he keep living if he’ll be dead anyway?
Green eyes focus on the mattress. Where his razor is. He walks to his death. Maybe for the last time.
Ding!
The light of his cell phone catches his eye.
Dracula:
Izu! U coming today? I found something you’ll love! OwO
Izuku picks up his phone. Razor in hand. He’s about to put the phone back, when another text appears.
Dracula:
PLZZZZ You’ll love it! I promise it’s not another dead bird! ^w^
A smile tugs at his lips. He starts typing.
Broccoli:
I’ll start heading there.
Dracula:
Yay!!!!
Izuku puts the razor away. He still has her left.
The greenette grabs his vigilante gear.
His gear consisted of an old green hoodie, black jeans, and a utility belt. (In reality, it's a belt with hand made pouches. Using old clothes that didn’t fit him anymore he stapled them to form small bags that attached themselves to the belt.) Izuku grabbed his bat.
Months ago, he found the bat in an alley while a man was trying to rob a civilian. Izuku slammed the bat into the robber's head and knocked him out. The bat became his signature weapon.
The vigilante opened his window and scaled down the building on his way to an empty warehouse.
Izuku ran across the streets and alleys. Parkour is still hard to do. He makes it to the warehouse in under an hour. Overtime of being a vigilante he’s gotten faster and has gained more stamina. He climbs into the warehouse through a window.
A blond girl in a school girl uniform sits on some abandoned boxes. Her golden eyes lock onto his viridian ones. She grins sharp fangs showing.
“Izu-kun!” In the matter of seconds she’s wrapping her arms around him. He’s gotten used to it over the months of knowing her.
“Himi-chan, you’re choking me!” He gasps.
Himiko pulls back, still smiling.
“I found something!” Excitedly she pulls out something from one of her pockets.
She flips the item open. It’s a knife. Izuku’s eyes sparkled a bit. The knife is really cool. It has an emerald green color on the blade, crystal like designs all over it. The two handles are a shiny black with emerald indents at their center.
“That's so cool!” He can’t keep the excited tone out of his voice. If there is one common interest Himiko and Izuku have, it's knives.
She squeals, “I know! I took it from a weird guy selling something called Trigger!” She giggled, “He didn’t see me coming!” She smiled her predatory smile. Himiko was also a vigilante, well kinda. She kills criminals and villains. Her quirk requires her to consume blood at least once a week, but that’s cutting it close. If she doesn’t get blood she goes into what she calls a blood rage, where she’ll kill the first person she sees. Everytime she sees blood she can lose herself and kill someone, but she has pretty good control of this.
“Himi-chan, are they dead?” He groans in mock exasperation. He’s gotten used to her killings by now, he’s just glad that she only goes after criminals.
She pouts, going along with his shtick. “It was just a stab or two.” She says in a pouty voice. Izuku snorts.
“Anyway, what’s Trigger? Did you find out?” Izuku asks, her face becoming serious.
“Kind of. It’s been on the streets for a while. It’s a quirk enhancing drug, the hero's seem to be closing in on the location where it’s manufactured.” Himiko explains. Izuku hums.
Himiko hands the knife to Izuku. He blinks.
“Uh?”
“It’s for you, silly!” The blond smiles at him.
“W-what?” Izuku flails his arms. “I- I can't take this! You got it, I thought you’d want to keep it.” He exclaims in a panic. He’s never gotten a gift before, well, not in a very long time at least. There’s no way she would-
Himiko closes the knife and stuffs it in his pocket.
“I got plenty of knives. This one's for you.” No hesitation in her voice. The greenette’s eyes water a bit.
“T-Thank you!” He hugs her, and she returns the hug.
They stay like that for a moment, Himiko pretending she can't feel the tears coming from the green haired boy.
Izuku pulls away with a sniffle.
“Wanna go beat up some bitches?” Her cheerful voice asks the other. He chuckles.
“Hell yeah!” His smile lights the empty building.
Wait. Where’d she get those sunglasses?!
Izuku and Toga usually patrolled different districts, whenever they got together though, they’d patrol the Red Lights District. The Red Lights district is dangerous, too dangerous for them on their own. It’s filled with big time villains, seeing a dead body on the floor is common, and if you didn’t witness a drug deal while there, you are in the wrong place.
Reaching the Red Lights they got to work. Seconds after reaching the general area, the two vigilantes heard a scream. Both ran toward the sound. And the night began.
A young girl, maybe 13, was being held at knifepoint. Her clothes were dirty and ragged. Torn from overuse. The person holding the knife was tall, they wore a hoodie obscuring their features. Himiko and Izuku looked at eachother. Both learned some JSL to help in situations like this.
“I attack, you distrac, take victim” Himiko signed
Izuku nodded. He didn’t have time to hesitate. Izuku walked silently through the alley. Grabbing a rock on the floor and moving next to a trash can. He raised his hand to alert Himiko he was going to act. Izuku banged the rock against the trash can. The effect was immediate. The hoodie person turned to the noise. Himiko slashed at him. Izuku ran to the victim and dragged her away. There was the slam of a body hitting the floor. Izuku turned, Himiko stood over the limp body of the person.
The green haired vigilante let go of the girl's hand, not a moment later she was running from the scene. Izuku sat down and waited for Himiko to get her fill of blood.
Soon, she walked over to him, smiling a bit more sadistically than before. Wordlessly he stood up. He watched her transform into the man on the ground. It was always fascinating to watch her quirk in action.
“That was so fun!” The grown man in front of him said in a girly tone. Izuku snorted. He couldn’t help it. It sounded so funny.
“Let’s go Hi- Vamp-chan, we still have another two hours of this.” The nameless vigilante said. Vamp is Himiko’s vigilante name. Not very creative, but neither of them had complaints.
They continued on patrol.
From one of the alley's balconies a gray haired man with a cigarette in his mouth smiled.
“It seems I might get some customers pretty soon.” The man muttered to himself. No one heard him speak.
Patrol was normal, well as normal as usual. They took down criminals, and villains. Himiko would kill the ones she took down. Izuku would capture the ones he took down. They worked out a system. Whoever comes up with a plan first gets the leader role. From there it depends on the situation. If the target is someone who is too dangerous to keep on the streets toga usually takes over, if they’re a petty criminal Izuku goes after them. There are a few outliers like when they don’t know the person’s quirk or when the person is connected to a criminal organisation. Then they change tactics a bit. Today seems to be one of those days.
Izuku and Himiko are hiding by the entrance of an alley. There’s a deal going on, but not a drug deal.
“The gems are arriving in a week. Will you come to the sale?” A man asks the other. The one that spoke has lime hair, and turquoise eyes.
“Got any diamonds?” The other asked. His red hair was in a bun. Could they be more obvious? It’s confusing as shit sure, but it’s pretty clear they’re selling something illegal.
Izuku turned to Himiko with a, ‘are they serious?’ face. He met the deadpan eyes of his friend. Both turned back to the conversation.
“White, Blue, and Black.” The lime haired man responded.
The other nodded.
Izuku turned to Himiko and signed, “I follow red, You follow green, message emergency.”
Himiko shook her head, “Split bring danger, Attack now.”
Izuku shook his head again, “Bigger danger, attack now loose bigger danger.”
Himiko looked at him, Izuku stared back. She relented. “I follow green. Message emergency.”
Following them would be dangerous. If they were spotted they might be dead, but there’s something bigger going on and this is their only lead.
When the two men split Izuku and Himiko followed their targets.
Izuku knows Himiko is more skilled at stealth and the other man was definitely the bigger problem, as well as more likely skilled at losing followers. On the other hand, The Red-Haired man seemed inexperienced. Easier to tail. And he was. The guy didn’t even try to hide his presence. Following him was easy.
The man led Izuku to an apartment near the edge of the red lights district. Izuku stopped trailing the man when he entered the complex. Izuku took out a small notebook and pen from his utility belt, he noted the address and the interaction as well as the man’s features.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
Dracula:
(Location sent)
He stopped here. Haven’t looked inside yet. Come so we check together.
Broccoli:
Heading there now, 30 minute walk.
Izuku bolted to the location. The less time Himiko waits the less she’s in danger of getting discovered.
Izuku made it to the spot in 17 minutes. He saw Himiko in one of the alleys.
It was a warehouse. Abandoned, everything about it screamed “Hey look! I’m suspicious!” Typical. Why are these guys so stereotypical?
“Let’s look through one of the windows.” Wasting no time, Himiko came up with a plan. “I will sneak to the closest windows, if I don’t find anything, we move to the next alley. You will keep a lookout, if you spot something suspicious, text me and I will come back.” She whispered the plan. Even with Himiko’s bubbly and cheerful attitude, she is smart and analytical.
When Izuku nodded, she left. Himiko uses a technique that makes her travel undetected. Keeping an eye on her while she does this is nearly impossible.
She appears at the closest window. Moments later, she moves to the next. And the next. Soon all the windows in that section are checked.
She runs to a nearby alley, followed by Izuku.
The process continues like this. Himiko checking the windows and Izuku keeping an eye out.
Soon Himiko stops. She looks…
Horrified…
Izuku runs to her, in his own attempt of invisibility. He appears next to her. His attempt at her technique must have worked, because she flinched. Golden eyes snapped to him. They were dilated. Fearful.
He’s about to ask, but cuts himself off when he notices the warehouse’s contents. Eyes widened. Bile rises.
This is bigger than they thought…
Cages upon cages of people. All huddled close together. Some wore chains, other’s wore cuffs, a few even had muzzles. It was disgusting. Who would do something like that?
Rage filled Izuku, next to him, Himiko felt the same.
Whatever did this to those people, will fucking regret it!
Chapter 2
Notes:
Woop woop more writing!
Again don't expect updates soon, I'm honestly surprised I'm still writing it.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Angst
Blood
Self-harm
Dark humor
Cussing
Human trafficking
(Let me know if I missed any triggers in the comments)
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Planning a trafficking ring takedown is harder than they thought. Assassination classes were definitely helpful.
Himiko and Izuku were in their warehouse. They’ve been going there everyday for the past 4 days. The warehouse auction was starting 2 days from now. It would be best to attack tomorrow.
The problem is, how do two teenage vigilantes take down a human trafficking ring by themselves?
For the last 4 days they’ve gathered intel on the guard duties, times most vulnerable, areas to look out for.
It’s harder than they thought. Himiko definitely had the hardest time, she was the one to sneak in and out of the facility while Izuku kept a lookout from the outside.
Himiko is inside the warehouse, hiding in one of the dark corridors. In her hands is a notebook, she’s trying to take notes on the guard’s patrol patterns and quirks.
While she waits for the next patrol she let’s her mind wander.
Izu-kun has been different lately, his knife skills are better and he’s sneakier than before. None of those are bad. The question is where is he getting this knowledge? He doesn’t seem to have after school classes, so it must be something else, right?
There’s also something else. His eyes are different. Duller. He looks like the world has placed itself on his shoulders and he can’t let it go. He always takes blame for the world’s issues, Himiko has been the one to help him through it when she is there, but this is different…
Someone is walking by. The blond has time to think about that later, right now there’s another patrol to observe.
Hours of standing there in the warehouse, finally the first patrol passes the corridor. Excitedly, she writes it down and moves to the next section.
The process repeats, until the first rays of sun hit the window across from her.
The vampire girl sighs in relief. She’s about to pass out from exhaustion. Izu-kun is probably the same, but unlike her who can go home and sleep, he still has school.
No one in the warehouse notices the blond leaving the building and climbing the roof.
Izuku is tired. Actually, tired is an understatement. Izuku Midoriya is fucking exhausted.
There’s a clang, the tired boy sluggishly turns over to the sound. An even more exhausted girl climbs the building and collapses next to him.
“Mm m mmm mmmm” She grumbles.
At this point if they make it to the warehouse it will be a miracle.
“Himi-chan… We have to go~” His voice is slurred, but it gets the job done.
Himiko raises her hand and-
Did she just slap him?
“The fuck Himi-chan?!” He exclaims all tiredness gone.
“Fuckin, wake me up-” Her head falls on the concrete.
Izuku scoffs, smacking her ear repeatedly.
“Stop it! Ow!” She exclaims getting up. There’s a pout on her face. Izuku just rolled his eyes, like he wasn’t half dead 10 seconds ago.
“We gotta go.” The greenette explains.
Himiko grumbles under her breath about, “Stupid boys, always being such dickheads,” Izuku took no offence. It was a bit amusing.
They made it to the warehouse at 7am. Himiko collapsed on a pile of blankets in the corner.
He was not jealous.
NO! HE IS NOT JEALOUS!
He and his lover, sleep, will just have to postpone their meeting.
Making his way to the station was a train wreck. No pun intended. Half the time he’d be splashing water on his face. The other half was him realizing. Oh… He’s late. Then racing to the station. On the train. FINALLY. He fell asleep.
Now here is the issue. School starts at 8:30 in the morning. Izuku arrived at 10:20, almost 2 hours late.
Izuku slides the door open to the weirdest scene ever.
The teacher, who the student’s named Koro-sensei, because the Japanese word for unkillable is korosenai. Anyways, Koro-sensei is holding up a notebook, behind him is what Izuku guessed to be today's work. That’s not the weird part though. The notebook Koro-sensei is holding up has a drawing of… himself, with a jaw… ok…
“You don’t have a jaw!” exclaims Fuwa, a student with orange hair.
…
The fuck did he miss?
The lunch bell chimes.
“That’s lunch, people. If you’ll excuse me, I have some important off-campus business to attend to.” Koro-sensei tells the class.
“Tofu from China?” wonders Isogai, a boy with dark brown hair and light brown eyes.
“Actually…” Koro-sensei looks back at the class. “I’m catching a ball game in The Big Apple.” He explains to the students, before Speeding away at Mach 20. “Ciao!”
Wind blows in everyone's faces. Izuku for his part holds on to his papers and notebook. Everyone yells in some way.
“He sure knows how to make an exit.” Yashida, a boy with curly black hair and a yellow sweater, grumbles.
“I know! That thing is startin’ to get on my nerves.” Terasaka, the boy with half brown, half blond hair, comments.
“Talk about unfair.” Kurahashi, a girl with orange bob hair, adds on, “We’re stuck here while he flies all over the world, he could at least bring some souvenirs.”
Izuku sighed, is this what people worry about? Whatever. He’s gonna go back to sleep.
“Think about what he’d bring back.” Kataoka tells Kurahashi. “Are you that hard-up for a mortar shell?”
“I’m just sayin’ an exotic snack would be nice.” Kurahashi responds. “It’s not like he has to sneak ‘em through customs.” She continues.
“You’ve dedicated a lot of thought to this.” Realizes Kataoka.
As much as Izuku wants to sleep he can’t, there are too many conversations going on. Fuck his paranoia, why the fuck can’t he sleep? Izuku raises his head and tunes into another conversation while he grabs his stuff to leave the classroom.
“So, hey, what’s New York’s Chief export?” Asks Isogai, he seems to direct the question at Fuwa.
“I dunno, booze?” Answers Fuwa.
“Sucks we’re not drinking age.” Isogai says.
“What about something greasy from one of those food trucks?” Interjects Kurahashi.
Izuku grabs his bag, he flinches back when the guy in the seat in front of him stands up, then exclaims, “Man! New York girls are hot!” Okajima, he’s the one who stood up. “Especially the blondes!” Is he… What is he doing? The boy is wagging his torso from side to side, hands in front of him like… Why did his mind think of cat mittens?
“Oh, yeah!” Agrees Fuwa. Do all boys his age talk about this? Izuku gets up and begins walking to the front.
“Damn! Can you imagine if one came back with him as a transfer student?” Okajima almost drools. Izuku stops when he sees someone come in through the door.
It was Mr. Karasuma.
“Oh. Mr. Karasuma.” Isogai notices too.
“Children. Any progress on killing the tentacled menace?” He asks the class.
“Define progress.” Nagisa, the one closest to Karasuma, responds.
Many of the students look dejected.
One student speaks up. “This is E class, yo.” Hazama, a girl with curly black hair. She leans back in her chair, nonchalant. “You gotta lower your expectations.”
Izuku looks down. He can’t help but think of the trafficking ring he and himiko are trying to bust. Will they be enough? What if they fail?
“All due respect, sir. He’s too quick.” Isogai tells Karasuma.
“Like so quick you can't even see him sometimes.” Adds Maehara, he’s a boy with a bowl cut.
“You said so yourself: he tops out at Mach Twenty. The number one hero can’t even reach Mach 5. How do we kill something like that?” Okajima interjects.
That’s true. If All Might can’t defeat him. How are they expected to?
“I don't know.” Karasuma looks at the class, “But you kids had better figure it out.”
Seriously?
“Seriously?” Okajima askes, incredulous. So he’s not the only one thinking that, good.
“Seriously. You’re the only hope we’ve got.” Karasuma says. No pressure or anything. “He teaches willingly. Putting himself in the line of fire by choice.” Karasuma points out.
There are groans all around the classroom.
“If we allow that creature to live, come March, Earth will be totally annihilated.” This man does not stop, Izuku thinks to himself as Karasuma continues speaking. “And, in case you need a reminder of how powerful he is, take a look at what's left of our moon.” He points at the windows, “That’ll be our planet in a year.” Some of the student’s look paler as he goes on. “In short, he’s too dangerous to take lightly.” Izuku’s eyes are shutting. If he falls asleep here during this drama-filled moment, he’s jumping off another roof. With great effort he opened his eyes. “That’s why this classroom is the last stand between mankind and extinction.” Karasuma’s eyes bore into the class. What a happy note to end at.
“On another note,” Not done yet ok. At this point Izuku is leaning against the wall trying his hardest to keep his eyes open. “The government is allowing you to use your quirks to aid you in the assassination of The Tentacle.”
…
…
It took a moment, but when it registered, Izuku shot up. No one in this class talked about quirks. Now, that they will be allowed to use them…
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
It’s gonna be like Aldera. They were all going to hate him. No no no nononononono. This can't happen again. He can’t survive another day like Aldera. He can’t! He can’t!! He can’t! He can’t! He can’t! He can’t! He can’t! He can’t!He can’t!He can’t!He can’t!Hecan’t!Hecan’t!Hecan’t!Hecan’t!Hecan’t!
He saw Karasuma leaving. Izuku didn’t care. He ran. Izuku ran into the forest. Somewhere no one will find him.
The quirkless boy ran. He found an area where he could hide. His panic was overwhelming. Where was his razor? Why didn’t he bring it to school? Why? Why? Why? Why?Why?Why?
Breathing faster.
‘Deku’
‘Useless’
Get out.
The boy pulled at his scalp.
‘Worthless’
‘Freak!’
He pulled harder.
‘Die!’
‘DEKU’
‘WORTHLESS’
‘WASTE’
Nonononononononono
Get out!
His head is too loud.
Make it shut up!
Izuku dug through his bag.
Sharp, sharp, he needs something sharp. He grabbed his pencil sharpener. Taking out the razor and rolling up his sleeves with a practiced ease, he dug the sharp object into his skin.
Line after line, after line.
Blood, on the ground, on his arms, his hands. He wore it like art.
Each new line quieted the voices, each new line made the burden lighter.
Once the voices became bearable, he stopped.
God…
He’s pathetic.
Izuku looked at his arms, they were twitching a bit. Did he hit a nerve or is it just anxiety? Who knows.
Once calmer, Izuku walked out of the forest to the bathroom. He needed to at least wash the blood away.
Walking back to the classroom Izuku looked up. Nagisa was looking at something outside the window. The boy gasped then ran outside. Curious, Izuku looked outside.
And can he say what the fuck?
Koro-sensei was holding Sugino up with his tentacles. Izuku ran outside. This could be a misunderstanding, but it looks like Koro-sensei is trying to murder the poor student.
Izuku exited the building right behind Nagisa.
“Please, sir! Don’t do this!” Nagisa ran to the pair.
“Huh?”
“He was just doing what he had to! The deal was you couldn’t hurt any of us!” While Nagisa talks, Izuku grabs his Anti-Sensei knife. He hasn’t actually attacked Koro-sensei yet, so this will be his first try.
Koro-sensei laughs. “There it is. I thought I recognized that pitch style.” He explains. “You were imitating major-league pitcher Arita.” Sensei pointed out. “That’s right. These tentacles don’t lie.” The man puts Sugino down. Nagisa and Izuku walk in front of the man. Izuku isn’t sure what’s going on, all he knows is that Sugino threw a ball a certain way and Koro-sensei recognised the style. Koro-sensei continues, “Your shoulders are significantly less than your idol’s, I’m afraid.” Why does this give All Might vives?
“What exactly are you trying to say?” Asks Sugino, defensively.
“That, the famous Arita fastball that you were trying so hard to copy…” Koro-sensei looks down at the young student in front of him. “... Is simply never going to be your thing.”
Oh, that’s why it gave All Might vives. A sugar coated let down. Of course, they’re all the same. Every teacher. Every Idol. All the same. Izuku looks down. He can’t help the boy. Izuku’s way of dealing with that reality was jumping off a roof. He never learned to deal with it. Next to him, Nagisa gasps.
“That’s not fair.” From the corner of his eye he sees the boy looking down, fists clenched.
“You don’t know. How could you? That’s ridiculous. You can’t just…” Nagisa's hands are shaking.
“Look, dont worry about it.” Sugino says, dejected.
Izuku sighs, he wants to tell them. ‘Don’t bother, all teachers are the same, they won’t give a shit if you fight back or not. You’re just making it harder on yourself if you do.’ But he can’t. If he interrupts now, Nagisa won’t say what’s on his mind, even if it’s a slim chance, maybe Koro-sensei is different. Izuku doesn’t have his hopes up though.
“I get it, why even bother?” Nagisa continues to voice his thoughts. “Hey, we’re just E class, right?” He looks up sharply, “We’re just a bunch of losers and lost causes!”
Behind Nagisa the navy haired boy sighs.
Izuku continues to look at the scene with dull eyes.
‘I cannot simply say you can be a hero without a quirk.’
‘You have to think realistically.’
Izuku looks down at his wrists, how can such simple words cause so much pain?
“You misunderstand me. I base this entirely on first hand experience.” Koro-Sensei explains. What does that mea- “First-through-eight-hand experience!” Holding up a newspaper with a tentacle they all look at the photo on the paper. The photo contains the baseball Idol of the kid, held up by Koro-Sensei’s tentacles. Wait, does that mean he measured the guy’s stance? How does one even do that?
Next to him two people exclaim the same thing, “What is wrong with you?!”
Should Izuku be acting the same? Fuck it, he’s too tired to care.
“I even got his autograph!” Exclaims Koro-Sensei with tears in his eyes.
“You actually asked him for an autograph? After you assaulted him?!” Questioned Nagisa.
“Unbelievable, right? He was so nice about it!” Koro-Sensei says.
“He’s right, though.” Sugino told Nagisa. “Some of us are born with talent or good quirks, some of us not so much.” He continues.
“Talent and quirks are relative. Arita’s wrists and elbows aren’t as flexible as yours.” Koro-Sensei demonstrated by moving the navy haired boy’s wrist and elbows. “Like I said, these tentacles don’t lie. Give it enough time and practice, you could become just as good a player, if not better.” Koro-Sensei reassures the boy. If Izuku’s eyes are wide in surprise, no one notices. “And besides, why settle for being an imitation?” A tentacle pats the boy’s shoulder. Koro-Sensei gets up and begins walking back. “Next time, try assassinating me in your own style.” He walks off.
“More flexible, huh?” Sugino mutters.
This seems personal now, Izuku holds his breath and clears his mind, slipping away undetected by the two boys. However, not undetected by a yellow teacher.
As Izuku entered the class he heard someone yell behind the closed door.
The voice was muffled, but he could still hear it.
“Did you really fly all the way to New York just to give Sugino a piece of advice?” Asked one voice, it sounded like Nagisa.
This is a personal conversation and Izuku should be walking away, but he was curious to hear the answer.
“Why not? I’m his teacher.” What he assumed to be Koro-Sensei answered.
“Well, it’s just that most teachers I know wouldn’t go that far for a student, and I mean here you are planning to blow up the planet by the time we graduate and all that.” Nagisa explained. He has a point, Izuku realizes, what motivation does he have for helping the student’s so much when he’s planning to destroy it all by the end of the year? There’s a long beat of silence.
“Nagisa, the details aren’t important. Let’s just say I’m here to make good on a promise. One I don’t take lightly.” Koro-Sensei tells the young boy. Izuku was definitely not meant to hear that. A promise? What promise? Izuku will have to write that in his notebook. “The Earth will be destroyed, yes, but my first priority is to you and your classmates.” As he explains there is the sound of wind whooshing. “Nothing beats giving you kids the credit you’re due. Not even me blowing up the Earth.” Nice to feel important, Izuku sarcastically thinks.
“Koro-Sensei…” Nagisa mutters. A moment of silence. “Could you maybe not write problems like this on the back of our test?”
There’s an indigent squawk.
Izuku almost giggles, he can Imagine the exact problem Nagisa is referring to.
“We get it. You’re fast. No point being all weird about it, right?” He explains to Koro-Sensei.
“Aww… It’s only a bonus question…” He sounded so sad about it.
Izuku walks away from the door. He can’t help having the smallest smile on his face.
Maybe he wasn’t like the other teachers, maybe… Maybe Koro-Sensei would be nicer when he found out about his quirklessness.
Izuku is sitting below a tree. Classes are over and a group of students are trying to assassinate the teacher. Again.
Izuku is there to spot weaknesses. He only has three written down in his notebook:
Anti-Sensei Material.
Students.
Criticism on teaching skills.
…
Yeah, not a lot.
With the threat of him going after loved ones if students are reckless, Izuku has nothing to work on.
In the distance he heard… Crying?
A moment later Koro-Sensei came out of the forest with distress on his face. How could he tell it was distress? Beats of sweat on his face and wide eyes, well compared to his usual eye size, they’re wide.
Wait, is he carrying flower bulbs?
They were walking to the flower bed.
Oh.
He must have grabbed them…
Shame.
It was comical to watch a 3 meter tall man fret over flowers, while a bunch of 14-15 year olds yelled at him.
“Don’t plant them at Mach 20!” Okano exclaimed.
“No, of course not.” Koro-Sensei reassured.
“Tulips need a delicate touch!” Kataoka added.
“Delicate. Got it.” He confirmed.
Stop trying to impress us!” Kataoka called out.
Maehara looked at the scene from a distance, “He’s going through a lot of trouble for a guy who’s about to blow up the planet.”
Izuku’s mind wandered to what he overheard Nagisa and Koro-Sensei talk about. What was the promise? Why is it so important? The greenette’s mind wandered.
While Izuku got lost in his thoughts on the promise, Nagisa was also taking notes.
“Oh hey, Nagisa.” Kaede walked up to the boy. “What’cha writing in your little book?” She asked.
“It’s a running list of all the chinks in Koro-Sensei’s armor.” He replied. “A good assassin keeps tabs on his target’s weak spots.” He finished writing.
Kaede leaned in to read, she hummed, “Wow. Is that kind of thing really a weakness?” She wondered out loud.
The paper read, ‘Koro Sensei’s Weak Point #1: When he shows off, things get shaky.”
Nagisa sighed in disappointment. He couldn’t help but feel a little down that he hasn’t found any good weaknesses.
“Nagisa wouldn’t put it in there if it wasn’t.” Sugino said as he grabbed Nagisa’s book.
Nagisa looked up at him. Pencil hovering where the notebook used to be. Ok, he wouldn’t have minded if Sugino asked before taking it.
“Thank you!” He looked down at the book.
… ok, it’s fine.
“Every detail gives us an edge.” The navy haired boy said, flipping to the first page of the notepad. He began reading, “Height: About three meters. Weight: Lighter than he looks. Birth date: Unknown. Weak points: Unknown…” He trails off. He stares at the notepad blank face. “What the hell is this?” He asks no one in particular.
“Doesn’t seem like a lot to go on.” Comments Kaede.
Nagisa feels a bit disappointed, but tries not to show it. “Maybe not at the moment.” He says. The learning curve is steep. Most classes don’t have murder on the syllabus. They are the exception. Then again, They’re E Class. They are the exception, period.
“Didn't the Green kid take notes on Koro-Sensei too?” Wondered Sugino. “What was his name again?”
“I think Mido-something.” Replies Kaede.
Nagisa looks around for the boy. He’s sitting on the ground leaning on one of the trees. Nobody knows much about him. He showed up to Kunugigaoka when the year started. No one knows why he’s in E-Class. Or where he’s from. He never stays in the classroom for longer than necessary and aside from answering questions in class and that one time muttering in the lesson, he doesn’t talk. He’s an unknown in the class.
“Hey, Mido!” Shouts Sugino. The boy flinches in the distance, then looks around. Finally, pointing at himself in question. “Yeah, you, come here, we wanna know if you have anything on Koro-Sensei.” The navy haired boy says excitedly.
The boy looks conflicted, but soon gets up and walks over to them, notebook in hand.
When he reaches them, Sugino grabs the notebook like he did with Nagisa. The boy looks terrified.
“P-please d-don’t destroy it.” He speaks in a small voice. Is that really his first concern?
Sugino looks at the boy, apology in his eyes, “Oh, sorry, I won’t damage it. I just wanted to see what you have written on Koro-Sensei.” He explains to the timid green haired boy.
The boy seems to relax. “Oh, umm ok, but you can't read it.” He points at the notebook cover. Nagisa hadn’t noticed before, but the cover is written in code. That’s actually a smart idea, if anyone finds his notepad they can find out about the assassination classroom.
Sugino notices the code to, “Oh! That’s cool!” He exclaims, returning the book to the green haired boy. “Could you tell us what you have on Koro-Sensei then?” The navy haired boy asks the other.
Mido nods. And flip’s through the book. When he reaches a page he starts reading, “Koro-Sensei, teacher of class 3-E. Height: 3 Meters. Age: 20-50. Birth date: Unknown. Real name: Unknown, seems to be a sore spot. Quirk: Unknown name. Mutant type. Can create tentacles at will, limit 20. Ability to camouflage. Face color changes depending on mood, look in next page for references. Does not have human-like blood, could mean his body is made of other non-human chemicals. Super-Fast, speed Mach 20.
Personality: Easy going, can turn serious situations funny in the matter of seconds, is this on purpose? Caring, as much as his end goal seems to be destroying the earth he cares for his students. Why? Coky, God complex, in a way. Strengths: Speed based attacks. Too fast to find more. Weakness: Anti-Sensei Material. Students. Criticism on teaching skills. Student tears. Useful strategies: Sneak attacks. Self Sacrifice, Warning: Self sacrifice will get friends and family hurt if not successful. Worthless strategies: Brute force, unless you clock at Mach 20, any brute force attack will be useless.” Mido looks up to 3 shocked student faces.
Nagisa looks at the boy a bit dejected, that was really useful information while he only came up with some dumb observation. The boy seemed to notice Nagisa's mood.
“Umm, could I look at yours?” He asked timidly. Sugino handed the notepad to him, but he didn’t open it. He was waiting for something. Oh he must be waiting for Nagisa’s permission. The blue haired boy nods in confirmation.
The grenette doesn’t smile, he just flips through the notepad. Once he’s done reading, he looks up at Nagisa.
“Is it ok if I write some of this down. I never noticed some of these, and they’re really good observations, like how he gets sleepy after lunch. I honestly thought that pink face ment flustered, there must be a different shade for the two. Or when you mentioned the thing about showing off, it’s true he becomes slower, because how else are we supposed to see what he’s showing off. The thing about the tentacles in his hands is interesting, like if he can make more thenticles how come he only has two fingers, does that mean there’s a limit to where he can create tentacles,” At this point Mido has trailed of into a mumbling mess.
Nagisa is really happy. Someone liked his analysis!
He’s still mumbling.
Someone cleared their throat. It was Sugino. The boy immediately stops and holds his arms over his head protectively. He did that before, his reaction is concerning. Nagisa wonder’s why he reacted that way.
“Sorry, I know people find my mumbling annoying and creepy.” The greenette boy looks down in shame.
He doesn't know why, but Nagisa wants to help this boy. “Hey, don’t worry about it, I thought it was insightful. You can write about my observations if I can write about yours!” Nagisa smiled reassuringly.
Mido smiles back, “Of course!” It's not a large smile, but it somehow feels significant.
“Ok, will the two nerds help us make a plan to defeat Koro-Sensei?” asks Sugino, no malice in his voice, just teasing.
“You guys can be The Analysis Duo of E-Class!” Exclaim Kaede.
The greenette and bluenette look at each other. Unspoken words passing between them. Both smile at the same time, turning back to the group. “Sure,” They say nsync.
How did they do that nsync?
The group begins to discuss a plan.
They’re interrupted minutes later, by another student Meg.
“Koro-Sensei is going to let us attack him!” She exclaimed excitedly. “He’s going to be tied to a tree and we'll be able to take swings at him! Also he’s reducing his speed!” The girl exclaims.
The group looked at eachother.
“I’ll pass, I can take notes and look at some patterns.” Said Mido.
Nagisa nods, “I might do the same.” He moves a hand to his chin, “It will help if we have weapons that can reach him.”
Mido looks contemplative. “Something long, easy to make…” He looks around at the landscape. “We could make lances from bamboo and Anti-Sensei knives.”
Nagisa nods. “I think we have a machete in the storage closet, we could use that to cut the bamboo.”
“I’ll cut the bamboo,” says Sugino.
“I’ll make lances!” Kaede says excitedly.
Izuku looked around at the students attempting to stab Koro-Sensei with their makeshift lances. He turned to Nagisa who stood next to him and whispered, “Koro-Sensei repeats the places he goes to. And always stays on the edges.”
Nagisa nodded. He walked over to the nearest student and repeated the message. Soon they all changed strategies.
Izuku began to draw the scene, it was quite comical. The tentacle dangling from a tree avoiding attacks from students.
Nagisa looked over. “That looks cool,” He commented.
Izuku flinched, then relaxed. “Thanks I’ve been drawing random moments in class. I find it relaxing to do. And it helps me look at details I’ve never noticed before.
Nagisa nods. “I do that too sometimes, but I’m not as fast.”
Izuku turns to him and smiles a bit, only a bit, never let them see you have a weakness. “I don’t think I’m all that good, but It just takes practice, you get better the more you do it.” Izuku turns back to his drawing. He’s working on the branch, when he notices something.
“Hey, Nagisa.” He calls the other boy, who is also taking notes. The boy looks over. “I think Koro-Sensei is gonna fall. The branch is moving a lot.” The bluenette turns to the tree branch.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He seems to notice what Izuku did.
Izuku walks over to the closest student, Isogai. “He’s going to fall soon, the branch is being moved too much. Wait for my signal to attack him on the ground.” The brunette nods. And Izuku moves to tell the next student.
When he’s walking back to Nagisa he notices Karasuma standing with Kayano. He walks over.
“Um hi, sorry to interrupt.” He lowers his voice so only Kayano will hear him, “Kayano-san, the branch is going to break soon if you want to try and stab him or something.” He tells her.
She nods excitedly. “Right! See you later Professor Karasuma!” And runs over to Nagisa who has his BB Gun in hand.
Izuku turns to Karasuma, “Professor?” He asks.
The man sighs. “As of tomorrow, I will join the faculty as a P.E. teacher.” He says in his deadpan voice.
Izuku nods and turns to look at the tree again. More specifically, the branch.
It’s cracking. “3…”
Karasuma looks over, curiously.
The boy, he remembers his file. ‘Name: Midoriya Izuku. Age: 14. Transfer from: Aldera Jr. High. Quirk: N/A.’ Quirkless, in other words.
“2…” Midoriya mutters again.
What is he counting down? Karasuma looks at the general direction the kid has his eyes on.
“1…” Midoriya counts.
Karasuma can’t see what the boy is looking at.
“Now!” The boy shouts. Not even a second later there’s a snap.
The branch The Tentacle was on broke.
Not a moment later the students exclaim, “Kill him!”
A mob of angry students follow the octopus man. All shooting or stabbing at him. Dodge after dodge the teacher avoids all attacks.
“Wait, wait, wait! This isn’t part of the deal!” He yells in fear. “Easy! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!” The creature rolls away from the students.
From the distance, a blue haired boy, Nagisa, shoots at The Tentacle, then writes on a notepad.
Karasuma looks between the two boys wondering who came up with the plan. Considering who counted down…
The man looks at the green haired boy, who looks at the scene dull eyed and impassive. There’s something about them that makes the Ministry of Defence Officer chutter. They’re analytical, looking at the scene in front of him like it’s a puzzle to solve. It reminds him of a certain rat principle. That sends another shutter though the man. They don’t need two Nedzu’s running around.
“My tentacles are all tangled in ropes!” The Tentacle man exclaims. “This isn’t what I had in mind!” The distressed man keeps shouting. “Stop it, stop it all of you! Stop it, stop it, stop it!” He jumps in the air and escapes the students.
He looks back to the scene, then back at the boy. Where did he get that notebook? From what Karasuma can see it’s coded, so he can’t read it. Smart.
“Hey, get back down here!” One student shouted.
Karasuma turns back to the scene.
The teacher is on the roof.
“Ha ha! What’s the matter, children?” He shouts out in glee. “Can’t jump this high? Oh, wait, of course not!” He mocks, then laughs boisterously .
One of the students growl, “Aw, man! We were so close!”
The laughter dies down. “Guess who’s earned themselves extra homework?” The yellow man asks.
“No fair!” The students yell.
The creature then flies away.
“Where’s he going?”
“We're getting closer to a solution, I can feel it!”
“Keep this up and it’s only a matter of time before we got him!”
The student’s cheer and chatter.
Karasuma looks to his side where Midoriya-
Is gone.
How?
He looks around for the boy, he’s talking excitedly to Nagisa, well excited for him. He’s smiling at the boy and reading from their notebooks.
He looks around at all the students and thinks to himself. A bunch of junior-high kids, keyed up about killing. Strangest class ever. He turns to the trio that consists of Shiota, Kayano, and Midoriya.
With Mido, Kaede, and Nagisa, they all look at new weaknesses that have been noted down.
“So, whaddaya think? Do we have a decent chance?” Asks Kaede.
Nagisa looks over at her, a smile on his face. “Oh, yeah, no doubt!” He looks up at the other students. ‘Least I hope so, or it’s gonna be a really awkward graduation ceremony.”
Mido huffs in amusement. “Imagine, ‘Hello I’m the teacher of class 3-E and I’m destroying the Earth today. Boom!” He makes an explosion gesture.
They all laugh a bit.
It’s a funny thing. Karasuma realizes. The system’s given up on these kids, and looking at ‘em. They’ve got so much positive energy. So much… purpose.
Nagisa, Kayano, and Izuku walk to the station together.
Nagisa and Izuku both ramble about analysis and weaknesses.
“Hero fight analisis is good practice, everything is fast paced and you have to look at things quickly before moving to the next important thing.” Izuku tells Nagisa. “If you want to practice analysis, hero fights are definitely useful!”
Nagisa nods and writes it down on his notepad, “I’ve never really gotten into heroes that much. I like books and murder mysteries more.” He comments.
Izuku nods, “Yeah, they’re awesome for solving problems and figuring out solutions. Have you tried solving murders from the news? They’re hell to figure out, especially when they don’t give you information on the case, which makes sense considering that the killer will keep an eye on the news and all that, but they are a fucking pain!” The green haired boy says dramatically.
Nagisa chuckles. “I haven’t actually, I should try that out, I need practice with my quirk anyway. Considering we’ll be allowed to use them in class tomorrow.”
Izuku’s eyes sparkled. “What’s your quirk? if you don’t mind me asking that is.” He trails off, maybe Nagisa doesn’t want people to know of it.
“Not a problem, my quirk is called, Good Eye: It allows me to focus on minor details, but not much, it’s only if I notice something strange or off. It’s not that great...” The bluenette explains. When he looks at Izuku, the boy is already writing it down in his notebook. “Uh…?”
The green haired boy flinches, “S-sorry about that.” He mumbled scratching the back of his head. “I- I always w-write about quirks I find,” He looks up at Nagisa, “I- I c-can erase it, if you want…” He trails off.
Nagisa waves his hands, “No-no it’s ok, just curious is all.” He smiles awkwardly.
Kayano interjects, “You can write about mine too if you want!” she says excitedly.
Izuku beams at them, well not beams, but gives a wider smile than usual. “Thank you so much!”
“Do you have a page on your quirk?” asks Kayano. Izuku’s smile drops and his face goes back to neutral, he knew the question would come.
He looks down, the moment he tells them, he’ll run. It was nice while it lasted, he thinks. “I-I don’t… I d-don’t have a quirk.” He runs from the kids behind him. He runs till he reaches the station and hides to wait for his train. The moment it comes, he runs into the train. It was rush hour so everyone was packed together, it was very uncomfortable.
Izuku didn’t go home. He went to the warehouse.
Himiko was there.
“I haven’t slept, here are my notes, wake me in 1 hr.” Izuku gave Himiko his notebook and collapsed on the blanket pile in the corner.
He fell into a deep sleep not a minute later.
Cackling Himiko in the background.
Himiko found it funny when her best friend walked into the warehouse saying, “I haven’t slept, here are my notes, wake me in 1 hr.” then promptly collapsing on the blanket nest. How can she not laugh?
Once her laughter died down, she opened the notebook. She was not expecting a knife to be the first thing on the page.
Her eyes landed on the title page.
“Anti-Sensei knife.” This must be the wrong notebook. She looked over at the sleeping greenette.
Here’s the thing: Toga Himiko is a curious person. She hates invading others' privacy, but she is sometimes too curious. And looking at the title of this notebook, there is no way she can just ignore it.
“Class 3-E, Assassination Classroom.” Part of her is upset that she knows how to read Izuku’s code. The other is excited to find out what is in this book.
She begins reading:
Class 3-E (End class)
Description:
A classroom for Kunugigaoka’s “Bottom of the Barrel”. The lowest in the hierarchy of Kunugigaoka’s classroom. E-Class is where the student’s with low grades, attitude problems, and weak quirks go. It is expected of these students to become Villains or some form of Criminal. Many high schools or Universities do not accept students that have E-class on their record.
Can Himiko just say. What the actual fuck?
Location:
E-Class is located off campus, on a mountain. The hike takes around 1 hr when walking, 30 minutes when running. On the trail there can be snakes, centipedes, and other creatures. Stay on the path to avoid them and do not stay unless you know a way out. The mountain has dense forest, rivers and even small caves.
DO NOT ENTER CAVES!! YOU CAN GET ATTACKED BY WILD BOAR! (Isogai can confirm.)
Again… What the fuck?
Members:
Yuma Isogai
Taiga Okajima
Hinata Okano
Manami Okuda
Meg Kataoka
Kaede Kayano
Yukiko Yanzaki
Masayoshi Kimura
Hinano Kurahashi
Nagisa Shiota
Sosuke Sugaya
Tomohito Sugino
Kotaro Takebayash
Ryunosuke Chiba
Ryoma Terasake
Rio Nakamura
Kirara Hazama
Rinka Hayami
Sumire Hara
Yuzuki Fuwa
Hiroto Maehara
Koki Mimura
Takuya Muramatsu
Toka Yada
Taisei Yashida
Karma Akabane- Unknown/ Not in class
Staff:
The tentacle No Name Teacher Koro-Sensei
Karasuma
On the left page is a drawing of a building.
Himiko looks at it and to say the least. It looks rundown. What did the crossed out names say? Himiko wondered, on that note, why cross them out in the first place? And who the hell names someone unkillable?
She flips to the next page. On it is a drawing of a gun. She reads the title. “BB Gun.”
She continues to read, page after page, her mind keeps getting blown the more she reads. On the last pages there are drawings of what she guesses to be events in class. One where all the students are pointing guns at a tentacle creature. One of the students trying to stab the teacher, with a smile on their face. The most recent one is of students with makeshift lances trying to reach The Tentacle, tied to a tree branch. When she’s done looking, Himiko turns over to her friend. She wants to cry. The world is about to end, and he is one of their only hope. How does he deal with that? She has to tell him she read the book, but what if he gets mad, what if he leaves her. She can’t lose the only person to accept her for who she is, but how is Himiko supposed to help him if she has to pretend that she doesn’t know what’s going on. She looks down at the book.
How can she help her friend when she is nowhere near Class 3-E?
She looks up at the time, It’s been an hour. She looks down at her friend. He can sleep more.
Himiko switches the two notebooks and gets started on a plan of attack for tonight.
Hours later Himiko has a good plan of attack, with the limited materials they have, it’s a solid plan. Well not really, it’s the best plan they have. She just needs to wake Izuku so he can review.
The young girl’s mind wanders back to the other notebook, now in his bag. She’ll tell him after the raid. He needs to be focused right now.
She walked over to the blanket pile in the corner. Bending down to reach for Izuku. Shaking his hands is safe, she learned that the hard way when he woke up in a panic after she touched his shoulder.
Squeezing his hand lightly, she called for him in a gentle voice, “Izu-kun, Izu-kun,” She repeated. Not long later a green eye bore holes into her own golden eyes.
“Fuckin let me sleep~” He slurred.
Himiko giggled, “Izu-kun, it’s been 4 hours.” A beat of silence. Then a body shot up. Slurring nonsense and standing up.
He grabbed the papers strewn on the table and began to read and mutter nonsense about horse people.
She walked over to him sliding a can of coffee toward him. He looked at the coffee, then at Himiko, and back at the coffee.
“Marry me.” He said it with such finality she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I think sleep would get jealous if you got another lover.” The vampire girl teased.
He gasped in horror. “You’re right!” He turned to the blanket pile. “I am sorry, my love.” Izuku apologized. “I have been a bad…” He trailed off, “Sleperlove, Sleeper, Lover, Boyfriend, oversleeper, insomnia?” A moment of silence. “Hypersomniac!” He shouted with a smile.
Himiko laughed at his antics, “Izu-kun, you and I both know you can’t fall asleep on a normal day,”
He pouted, “Well fuck you too, I’ll just go tell your future boyfriend or girlfriend about your shit music tastes.” Childishly crossing his arms, he looked away.
Himiko squawked, “Fuck you! I’ll just go tell yours about your never ending emo phase!” She countered.
He mock gasped. Then in the edgiest voice he said, “It’s not a phase! Mom!” Dragging his hair to cover one eye.
They both glared.
Himiko released some bloodlust into the air, “Bitch.”
Izuku’s eyes narrowed as he did the same, “Fuck face.”
Himiko grinned, “Bush hair.”
Izuku grinned back, “Dracula wannabe.”
They both laughed and the bloodlust left the air.
“You awake now?” Asked Himiko, once she got her air back.
Izuku nodded. “Thanks, for being a little shit.”
“Aww, anything for you~” She cooed.
“Simp.”
“Pimp.”
“HEy that is not an accurate description of me!”
“It pissed you off.”
“Little shit,”
“Would you rather me call you a simp?”
“I think that would be an offence to all simps.”
“Fine! I’ll look up a word for you.” She groans.
“Please don’t.” Izuku replies.
“Hey, look at my plans! We gotta go in like 4 hours.”
“Fine!” Izuku turns to the papers and begins reading the plan.
After about an hour of reviewing and revising plans, Himiko and Izuku head out.
They’re walking in civilian clothes. They’re buying some knives and rope, as well as Zip Ties for Izuku. They walk onto the first shop. It was small, not much for sale other than construction gear. Himiko walks through the shop looking for rope, and Izuku decides to look for the zip ties.
He lowers his hood trying to be unnoticed. Finally he comes across an aisle with zip ties, he grabs two packs. Never know when you’ll run out. Walking back he spots a pack of razors. He grabs one. He has an idea that might be stupid, but hey! When is anything he does not stupid? Izuku pauses and looks back at the razors. ‘40 razors’ it read. Yeah that's enough.
Izuku found Himiko walking out of an aisle.
“Did you find them?” She asked.
Izuku nodded, holding up the packages of zip ties. He then lifted his other hand and asked, “Ever watch Suicide Squad?” He smiled, all mischief.
She returned the smile, “No, but if you’re making that face it must be good.”
The green haired boy giggled, “You’re watching it when we’re done with today.” Skipping over to the girl, he dropped the razors and zip ties in the basket. Looking up at the blond, insanity danced in his eyes, “It’s very inspirational~”
The equally insane girl giggled, “I’m curious!” She smiled wider as they walked to the cashier.
The pour man almost forgot about the payment. The two teens giggled, skipping away to the next store.
On the way, Izuku saw a hair salon. He wandered over and bought a pack of bobby pins.
(Hi quick thing I, the writer, discovered. So for some reason my brain remembered Harley Quinn saying she hid razor blades in her hair, and when I looked for the quote it didn’t exist. So I looked deeper, because I clearly remember someone talking about razor blades in hair. Well, I found the quote, but I’ve never seen the show before. Anyway, I like the razors in hair idea for Harley Quinn, so we’re fucking keeping it!)
Himiko had a place where she bought knives and no one asked questions so they went there to stock up on them. Mainly throwing knives, those get lost too easily, but they’ll need them for the mission.
The store was small, red LED lights made the place look ominous. Apparently they also sold masks. This was definitely a place for villains. Izuku looked at the throwing knives and picked the cheapest ones. The cheapest were a pack of 12 throwing knives for 4,000 yen. He took those. On his way he saw a mask of the bone structure of a dog. It cost 1,800 yen. He looked at his wallet. The one time stealing money from drug dealers got him anything good. He grabbed the mask, and looked around more. On a rack hung some Black 770 yen ski goggles. He grabbed those.
Usually for his vigilantism Izuku wore a black mask. Once an All Might mask, but dyed black. Some days he didn’t wear one. Because he usually worked in the dark no one really saw his face, but now that he’d have to work inside a building with lights. He has to worry about his identity. Himiko was the same, she never wore a mask, considering she can hide from anyone by consuming blood, but looking in the next aisle it seemed like she decided to put one on. The mask was pink with small chains hanging from the sides, as well as a lace design on the edges.
“Look how cute I look!” She squealed.
“You look like kawaii decided to throw up on you.” Deadpanned Izuku.
“Aww! That’s so sweet!” She hugged him.
“Get off I'm gonna drop my shit!” He exclaimed as he felt the bags he carried slipping.
She let go, pouting. Well at least he assumed she was pouting. “You’re so mean to me!” She whined.
“And you’re so whiny.” He grumbled, not meaning a word of it.
“Rude!” Punched his shoulder lightly.
He punched back.
“Are you ready to check out?” He asked, getting serious.
She did the same, “Almost, help me find some gloves,”
“Oh shit, I need some too.” He realized.
They walked around for some gloves. Finally they found a selection. It was small, really small if you count out the fingerless gloves. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to wear fingerless gloves to a crime scene??? A guy that looked like your stereotypical criminal walked to the aisle and grabbed some. Apparently that guy.
…
Himiko and Izuku looked at eachother, shrugged, then went back to looking at gloves. Himiko picked out some bright red leather gloves. Those would be a bitch to clean. Izuku grabbed some plain black gloves.
“You do realize those are going to be hell to clean?” Asked Izuku.
“You realize that I don’t give a shit?” Himiko retorted.
He shrugged. “Your problem.”
They walked to the counter, paid and left.
Both vigilantes walked to one of the buildings. It was far away enough from the trafficking ring that no one will know why they are there, but close enough to notice if anything is amiss.
The Blond and Greenette sit down. They begin preparations. Izuku hands himiko razors attached to bobby pins that they both put in their hair. Himiko measures the rope around her neck, cutting it to be longer so they can tie a knot at the end of each rope. They put on their masks and gloves, followed by knives being attached to their utility belts. Izuku puts on his goggles and hood. They look at eachother.
Himiko wears a schoolgirl uniform. Red gloves under the sleeves. Pink mask on her face. If you pay closer attention you’ll notice her pockets lined with knives and other weapons. Her hair is up in twin buns razors hidden in between them.
Izuku wears a green hoodie and black jeans, with a red utility belt, black gloves, and black sneakers. As much as he loves his hightops, he wears them too often and will probably be recognised. A bat attached to his belt. His face has a black face mask followed by a dog tooth bone structure, or maybe a type of cat? Who knows. He combined the two marks. His eyes are covered by black ski goggles, and his hair also has hidden razors.
They look at eachother a moment longer.
“Edgelord.” She runs before Izuku can fully process the comment.
“Dracula fuck!” He yells back.
They run together on rooftops, it's a slow process, but no camera’s will detect them there. They don’t need words to communicate. They reviewed the plan enough to have it memorized.
Izuku ran to the roof, making sure to avoid the guards on patrol.
He reaches the rooftop. He pulls out a lock picking kit. Come on, come on, come on! Yes! The door unlocked. Himiko checked for alarms on the doors a while ago, so they were good on the roof door. The vigilante made his way down the stairs. Rope in one hand, bat on the other. He stopped at a corner and looked down at his watch. The next patrol should be there in a few seconds.
Footsteps.
Izuku pushed himself against the wall. Once the shoes of the first person were visible. He struck. Quick movements. He wrapped the rope around the first man throwing a knife at the second. The man dodged as expected. With quick movements he swung his bat at the man, hitting his head and therefore knocking him out. The other man stopped struggling and fell unconscious. Adrenaline pumping, his breathing came quick. The grenette pulled out zip ties and tied the villains. Now, to hide the bodies.
That would sound wrong in any other context. Actually it already sounds wrong.
Izuku dragged the bodies to a storage closet and locked them in.
Next patrol should be there in 20 minutes.
Izuku hid in the shadows as he ran to his next task.
The next patrol he spotted was taken down the same as the first.
And the next, and the next, and the next.
Soon he was at the door to enter the cage room. Two guards are posted at the door. Izuku runs out, hitting the first one with the bat and launching himself at the second.
He did not expect what happened next.
A bright red hand reached for him. Then…
Pain.
Izuku isn’t sure if he’s screaming or not, his head is pounding, his skin feels like it’s melting off. He can’t breathe. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!It hurts!It hurts!Ithurts!Ithurts!Ithurts!Ithurts!
Get it off! Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!Get it off!Getitoff!Getitoff!Getitoff!
GET IT OFF!
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Izuku moves, he slashes and stabs, at what? No idea. He just wants the pain to STOP!
Then it stops. He collapses. His vision blurs. The mission, they have to save those people.
With great effort, Izuku stands up. Only to collapse onto the wall. Heavily leaning on it, the dazed boy dragged himself to the door. When the door opened, he fell on the other side. Dozens of eyes on him. Leg’s still shaky, he walked over to the first cage. From here his vision gets blurred, Lock was picked, a face tanking him, lock picked, face thanking him. It all blurred together. One person he remembers, they helped him walk. They looked stronger than the others, likely new. Black hair maybe? It’s hard to tell in the dark. They had dark patches of skin, some shiny lines reflecting the visible light. Seeing the last face Izuku almost collapsed. There’s someone talking… Himiko?
“Himi-cha-” His voice trailed off.
More voices. Were his ears always ringing?
Arms around him, picking him up. No! he can walk on his own, he won’t be a burden to others. Izuku wriggles in the person's grasp, who doesn't seem to be letting go soon.
It’s nice being held. No, Izuku! He can’t think that. Quirkless don’t get good things.
…
But this is nice.
Izuku’s vision fuzzes more, dark spots come in and out. Until, the spots don’t leave and they fill his vision. Mind going unconscious.
Himiko is terrified. She finished with the people in the breakroom when there was a piercing scream. The problem wasn’t the scream itself. It was who the scream came from. Izuku.
Himiko ran to the sound. It was fine all her targets were taken care of. Turn after turn she followed the scream. Then it stopped. That could mean two things. The cause of the scream is gone, or… she doesn’t want to think of the other. The blond ran faster. When she reached the source of the scream, she did not expect to see so much blood. On the floor lay a woman with bright red hair. She was bleeding from multiple places, there was a knife in her side, one of the knives Izuku bought today. The pool of blood grew larger by the second.
Inside, Himiko had a battle with herself, one side of her really really wants to drink all that pretty blood.~ The other, thinks she should have more self control.
The vampire girl shakes her head. If she drinks the blood, she will transform into the woman. A woman who tormented all the people inside of that room. Speaking of which.
Himiko ran inside the room. Lots of people were just standing still unsure where to go. The others were going to different people’s cages and reassuring them that they'd get out.
Himiko pulled out her phone to call the police. They’d get here in 20 minutes or so, they have plenty of time to get these people out. In the red lights district the cops are pretty bad, so she called the nearest station, that was not the red lights. Musutafu station.
Himiko ran to the closest cage and began unlocking it. Cage after cage after cage, someone was saved. At some point she saw Izuku doing the same, he was being held up by a man with black hair, and purple patches stapled onto his skin.
He didn’t seem bad, so Himiko continued with unlocking the cell doors.
Once done she made her way to Izuku. He seemed to have just finished.
“Izu-kun! Hey, look at me.” She held his hand. “Izu, hey! Hey!” The boy looked at her pupils spasming. Shit, what kind of quirk was that?
“Himi-cha-” His voice trailed off, head luling to the side.
“No, no, no, if you don’t get up, wake up or I’m taking coffee privileges.” She threatened, with a wobbly smile.
No answer.
She moved a hand to his neck where there should be a pulse. Please there has to be a pulse!
A pressure beat against her finger.
“Oh, thank fuck.” She laughed hysterically.
Himiko held Izuku in her arms. Holding him tight, like any motion of loosening will make him disappear.
The man was still there, fuck. She looked at him. Then back at the people they rescued.
Himiko stood up, hands holding Izuku. She turned to the man. “Can you put him on my back, so I can carry him piggyback?” She asked the tall man, holy shit how did she not notice before? This man is tall!
He nodded and helped Himiko maneuver Izuku onto her back. She tied his hands together loosely so he wouldn’t fall.
Once done, she looked over to the group of people. “Umm, so follow me to get out. I’m sorry, but there are going to be a lot of dead people on the way.”
Himiko starts walking, the people follow.
She was not kidding about the dead bodies.
Every 30 steps there would be a corpse laying in a pool of blood, usually with their neck slashed.
The people surprisingly weren’t as horrified as Himiko thought they would be.
When they reached the entrance, the cop sirens could be heard in the distance. Vamp turned to the crowd, “The cops will be here in a bit, I have to go, but I’ll keep an eye on you from a distance.” She reassured. The people looked hesitant, but most nodded in affirmation.
The blond ran, she hid in an alley, far from the cops, but close enough to see the people.
Soon the cops came and she left. They would start searching for her in seconds.
The vampire girl maneuvered through alleyways, greenette still on her back.
While running through the alleys she stops. There are eyes on her. Himiko looks around and spots a man behind her. Ok, not suspicious at all. She turns to him.
“What?” She barks out, no kindness in her voice.
The man chuckles, “Just wanted to offer you my services.” He takes a few steps forward, she takes a few back, “Name’s Jiran. I’m a broker, I got goods, jobs, information, you name it.”
She knows who that is. Any person trying to survive in the underground knows who Jiran is.
“I know who you are. What business do you have with me?” She asks. There’s no way she’s involving Izuku in this while he’s unconscious.
“Like I said, I want to offer my services.” He hands her a business card. “Call this number if you accept.” He walks away.
Ok that was weird. Himiko goes back to running through alleys to get to the warehouse, this time she’s more cautious.
Finally, she made it to the warehouse. Himiko layed Izuku on the bed and checked him over for injuries. The main concern was his neck. There was a red handprint on it, and she couldn’t tell if it was from a burn or something else. So she treated it like she would a burn. She lifts the hoodie so she could check for more injuries. It was mainly bruises on his torso, probably from one of the criminals hitting him. She lowers the hoodie.
She stands, and walks over to the desk where she left that man’s business card.
‘Call this number if you accept.’
She’ll have to think about it more.
Wait, Is Izuku going to sleep here? She worries about Izuku, what if his parents woke up and found his room empty. The girl decided that getting her friend in trouble was not on her bucket list. She went through his bag, maybe he’d have his address written there? Nothing.
Flipping through his notebooks to find an address, nothing.
The fuck?
She grabs his wallet…
No address.
Ok, what the shit?
Whatever, she pulls out her phone and types. ‘Midoriya Izuku Address’ The search pulls up…
No address.
She looks over to the sleeping form of her friend, then turns back to the phone.
Clicking on one of those websites about people's information she types his name.
Nope…
Himiko groans, what if he gets in trouble because of her?! She sighs, apparently bush hair has a very well hidden address.
…
She face palms. He works for the government. Well, she feels like a dumbass now. Of course the government would hide these things, they work with The Tentacle. How the fuck could they not? It’s a safety measure at least.
Himiko sighs again. She needs sleep. Grabbing a couple of blankets from the pile, she sets up her own sleep area.
She’ll worry about everything tomorrow, right now she’s exhausted.
Himiko falls into a restless sleep.
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Ok real quick. I'm changing the story, but I'm too lazy to make a whole new book thing (what is that called, anyway?)
BACK ON TRACK!!
I'm going to edit the previous 2 chapters because... I need more angst to be completely honest ;-;
So yeah. I'm going to change the first 2 chapters, when chapter 3 comes out is when I'll be done with the other 2 and you can read them.
Does that make sense??? O-O
You can ask more if you want, just wanted to let everyone know that this is happening and yee.
Have a nice day everyone!
2021-06-21
2023-04-30
SOOOoooo..........
Update! This is now Abandoned. I have become my own worst enemy, and have gone to get milk.
If anyone wants to adopt, free fic! Take it!
I honestly tried writing and technically managed to write the 3rd chapter, but I hate it, it's so bleh, I technically got started on the 4th chapter but I couldn't finish it. So here they are if anyone wants to suffer more.
Izuku opened his eyes grogally. He was in the warehouse. His body hurt all over.
What happened? Izuku went through his memories to find what he remembered last.
Pain.
His breath hitched. That was the most painful thing he has ever felt. It felt like all his senses were either shut out or raised to 100%.
His breathing got quicker. Is someone talking?
Oh, it's Himiko.
“Izu-kun! Hey you’re ok, you’re safe. It’s ok.” She spoke in a calming voice, “Follow my breathing, ok?” She took exaggerated breaths, in and out.
Eventually Izuku calmed down.
“What happened after… you know.” He doesn't want to think about it, but he has to know.
Himiko looked hesitant. “You… Well…” She took a deep breath then spoke again, “Do you really want to know? If… If I tell you everything, you may need longer to recover…” Himiko isn’t one to lie, so whatever happened must be bad.
Izuku nodded.
The blond sighd. “I’ll start off easy, everyone is safe, none of the cops saw us.” She looked up, not at his eyes, “You… you have a scar on your neck. Well-” She gets cut off.
The greenette’s eyes widened, he stood up and ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he felt relieved for a second. There were bandages on his neck. He was about to pull them off when Himiko shouted through the door.
“Don’t remove the bandages yet, let me in, I have to clean the wound!”
Izuku sighd and lets her in. Himiko walked in, First Aid kit in hand. She points to the toilet seat. Izuku follows her silent instructions and sits. She unwrapped the bandages. Himiko looked at the skin for a moment.
“You didn’t let me finish. It may not be a scar, it might just be a type of bruise, or the effect of a quirk. I just assumed it was a scar because it was extremely red last night and I thought it was a burn.” She looked at his eyes and back at his neck. “It looks like it’s dying down though, compared to last night this looks mellow.” She gestured to the mirror.
Izuku got the hint and stood up to look at his neck. Even if Himiko said it was mellow, it almost made him gag. On his neck is a pink handprint, at the edges it becomes an ugly purple, almost seeming black in some areas.
“It seems to only be a bruise, which is good.” Himiko commented from behind him.
Izuku sighed in relief, not as bad as he thought. He turned to his friend, “Is that everything?” He asked hopefully.
Her expression changed. She shook her head. “Jiran gave me his business card.”
Izuku knows that name, he’s a broker in the underground. He usually works with villains.
“What did he want?” The greenette asked her.
The girl sighed, “Wanted to offer his expertise for something. I don’t know what yet.” Her head turned down. “I’m considering hearing him out, I mean… He’s good at his job, being on his side will definitely help.”
Izuku nodded in understanding.
Jiran is good at what he does. Gathering intel is his specialty. If Himiko were to take his offer, whatever it is. She will have a good ally. Ally may be too strong of a word. More like… Pawn? Card? Whatever the word. She’ll be at an advantage.
They stay in silence for a moment.
“Something else happened…” Nervously shifting, the blond looked up. “Someone… You…” She bit her lip in contemplation.
For a moment everything was silent. The tension became suffocating.
At last. Himiko looked up.
“Izuku, you killed someone.”
…
…
…
“Oh…”
He couldn't think of anything else to say. Some part of him is screaming, calling him a monster. The other is telling him that it was only a matter of time.
From an outsider's view, Himiko saw his eyes turn into pits of despair. Before dying out completely.
All his emotions have been jumbled together, he doesn’t know how to feel or react. Maybe he should be crying right now. Maybe he should feel guilt, or sadness, something! Instead, everything is a mess. He’s distressed, not because of what he did. His distress comes from his reaction to what he did.
Instead he keeps the turmoil in his mind and eyes, those who look close enough will see. The others will only pass by.
He should start heading to school. The sun is coming in through the windows.
The long time broken boy went on autopilot. He didn’t register himself grab his school bag, he never heard himself say bye to Himiko, nor did he see himself enter the train to Tokyo, the hike to the 3-E classroom was not enough to snap him out of his daze.
Izuku was hiding, deep in his mind. Not wanting to comprehend. He hid from the demons lurking in his mind. They’re too much, they’ve been too much for a while now. Maybe this would be the last straw? Somehow, he doubted that, Izuku had thought many moments in his life would be the last straw, yet the universe surprised him again and again. Maybe if he hid, they’d get tired of searching. Maybe he could stay hiding forever, if coming out ment facing them, then he was fine with his current state.
What pulled the dull eyed boy from his hiding was a tentacle reaching for him as he walked up the stairs to the building.
“Midoriya?” Koro-sensei asked in, concern?
That was not good, he needs to reassure this person. Concern is never good on others.
Quickly going back to the mind set from Aldera. Reaching for the carefully crafted mask in his mind, the broken boy smiled.
“Good morning, Koro-sensei!” His smile was perfect, the crinkle in his eyes, the lift of the eyebrows. Like, nothing was amiss before that moment. Perfect for people’s worries to dissipate. Except. His eyes were still voids of confusion, pain, and despair. Insanity dancing at their edges. Anyone else would never have noticed the eyes. He did not account for his teacher to be the first.
…
“Midoriya, what happened?” His eyes are dark, like he already knows what a monster he is.
Deku doesn’t take the mask off yet.
“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” He waves his arms in denial, a smile still on his face, eyes never matching. “Guess I woke up on the wrong side of bed,” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, digging his nails into it. Looking up, Koro-sensei is unphased.
“...Midoriya,” The man seemed to hesitate.
The mask is cracking.
“You don’t have to tell me, I’m here if you need to talk. I’m your teacher, I’m here to help, no matter the problem.” Koro-sensei told the student.
That was silly. He isn’t worth the time. Why would he want to help the quirkless kid?
Smiling brighter he nodded, walking away from the concerned teacher.
Deku left the mask on, as he went back into hiding. Curled up in the corner of his mind, he let time pass by.
Outside his body, he went through the motions of roll call, shooting at their teacher. First period passed, Second, Third, Forth. Lunch rolled around. The concerned glances he got as time passed increased. Sometimes, he forgets he’s not in Aldera, and he rarely smiles in E-Class. The body moves to stand, there are people in front of him, blocking his way.
“Hello! What can I do for you?” The body cheerfully asks. Making their smile brighter. Polite, be polite! They won’t hurt you as much if you’re polite!
“Are you ok?” Asks Nagisa, brows furrowed.
“Of course!” Deku -Useless-, reasures.
The two look unsure. Somewhere, he registers it’s Nagisa and Kayano.
Keeping his smile up. Smiles reassure people, like All Might reassures people. Even thinking of the man makes him a bit sad.
Kayano opens her mouth to say something, but is interrupted by someone else.
“Hey, Nagisa, Mido! Got anything new on Koro-sensei? A few of us are planning to attack him when he gets back from his trip.” Okajima came up to the group.
Nagisa turns to the brown haired student, not before shooting the green boy a look. It was almost like, this isn’t over, we have to talk.
Deku paid no mind, he turned to Okajima.
“I took a couple notes yesterday, here let me get them.” The bluenette said as he walked back to his desk.
“How about you, Mido?” Asked the brown haired boy. Questions are answered, silence causes more pain! Answer!
“Sorry, Nagisa and I wrote similar things, so nothing on my part.” His voice said. Look down in shame, hunch shoulders, they like insecurity.
‘Know your place, Deku!’
‘So stupid, can’t do anything without a quirk!’
Nagisa came back with his notepad, handing it to Okajima. The boy turned his head to -Izuku-Deku.
Don’t look up unless dismissed, wait for footsteps to walk away.
“Cool, I’ll just look at Nagisas then!” Okajima told the greenette. Dismissal. It counts.
The smiling boy looked up.
“Hey, Mido.” Asked a voice, turning to them, it was Kayano. “Want to have lunch with me and Nagisa?”
Never refuse an offer! Never refuse an offer! Never refuse an offer! Never refuse an offer! Never refuse an offer!
“Sure!” He tilted his head in acceptance, smile beaming, eyes dead.
They know about him! They know about him! They know about him! They know about him! They know about him!
They know he is quirkless.
They know he is weak.
They are going to break him!
They will break him like the others did!
Deku walked next to the two new tormentors. Maybe not right now, but by the end of lunch, the two will be added to the long list.
They sat behind the school building. No one will see them here, no one goes here.
They sit in silence for a while. It is tense and uncomfortable.
-The Doll-Deku only looked down, unmoving. They will throw a punch eventually...
Someone broke the silence, “I don’t care that you’re quirkless.”
…
Izuku snapped back to his body, the shock of the words enough to bring him running out of his hiding spot. Deku mask back on the shelf.
He heard wrong, surely.
Looking at the voice, it was Nagisa. Always the first to defend people.
Green met blue in disbelief.
“You didn’t get a quirk, so what?” The boy said, like the words were logical, like they made sense. “Sure, you can’t control fire. Sure, you can’t create electricity. Sure, you were born with no advantage in life.” The bluenette looked deep into the broken boy’s eyes. “It means nothing to me.” Nagisa gestured to their head. “You’ve worked hard to get to now, granted, now is a classroom of assassins and a teacher that plans to destroy earth…” The boy awkwardly trailed off. He shook his head and continued, “Not the point, what I’m trying to say is: Not having a quirk does not mean you can’t do anything. Even if society says otherwise, I believe your lack of quirk means nothing and you can still be someone awesome!”
For the first time in a long time, Izuku’s dull eyes became brighter.
“I agree with Nagisa!” Said Kayano. “Even if you don’t have a quirk, you can still do it!” She pumped her fist up. “I have no idea what you want in the future, but whatever it is, you will do great!”
They talk like this is common sense. Like what they are saying isn’t something he’s only fantasized about.
How can they say that?
“But… How? Why? I don’t…” This feels like a dream.
He can’t help the tears from flowing. He sniffles. “H-how can you say t-that, like… H-how… H-how c-can you s-say that l-like it m-makes” He gasps for air, “L-like it-it makes s-sence?!” He gets his question out through tears.
Wiping them away quickly. Tears are a weakness. They show you are vulnerable. His mind supplies. God, he really wants that voice to shut up.
While wiping his tears, he does not notice the panicked faces turn a bit sorrowful, and empathetic.
“Because it is.” Kayano says.
Nagisa nods in agreement.
“Whatever idiots telling you otherwise are wrong.” Nagisa adds.
“Want us to beat them up?” Kayano adds cheerfully.
Izuku almost snorted, because that sounded a lot like what Himiko said when she found out.
“N-no it’s ok!” He smiles, a genuine smile, never seen by the two before.
‘Did the sun get brighter?’ The two assassins wonder.
---
There’s someone following her.
Himiko has been feeling eyes on her since she left the cafe.
Every afternoon, she goes to this small cafe in Tokyo. It’s between the warehouse and her afternoon patrol route.
Since running away from her house, she’s been stealing from criminals to get by.
The first time she did it, the young girl felt horrible and cried for a solid hour. The woman she stole from could have been saving it for her family. What if she was in a bad situation and she needed the money? Himiko didn’t steal for another month, but when she did, it was the same woman. The coincidence was astounding. However, she didn’t regret it this time.
The woman was trying to sell drugs to some middle schooler. Himiko felt angry at the woman, this kid had his whole life ahead of him and she was trying to ruin it. Attacking someone never felt so fulfilling.
From then on she patrolled the streets of Tokyo, the alley’s where no Hero bothered to go. It became routine.
Seems like someone caught on to her pattern.
She looked at her phone for the time. Kunugigaoka is less than a 2 hour walk, maybe the person following her won't approach such a prestigious school?
Whoever is following her is good, she’s been ducking corners and hiding in alleyways, she even tried her invisible technique, but they are still on her. She’s getting nervous. Showing that definitely won't help though, so she keeps a level head. Even if right now all she wants is to run and hide from the eyes boring into her.
When the school was in sight the eyes left her. Himiko sighed in relief. With luck, she will never feel those eyes on her again.
Somehow, she doubted that would happen.
Reaching the school, she stood there and waited for Izuku. The blond is worried about her friend. When he heard the news of what happened, she saw how his eyes left their plane of existence. He was dissociating. It wasn’t the first time it happened, and Himiko could never snap him out of it. Usually, when the boy dissociates he returns to reality after 3 or so hours, depending on the reason he dissociates. Seeing him leave the warehouse today was painful, it made her feel useless.
From the crowd she saw a green bush of hair. Izuku was walking out of the school, 2 students walked next to him. Nagisa Shiota and Kayano Kaede. The blond remembers the students from Izuku’s book. Speaking of which he was taking notes on something alongside the blue haired boy. He seemed better, happy even.
Himiko smiled a bit. She is not Izuku’s best friend for nothing though.
Putting on her Vamp facade, Himiko ran up to the group.
“Izu-kun!” She launches herself at his hands, he might still be unstable.
The greenette jumped, “Himi-chan! What are you doing here?!” The boy exclaimed.
She extended her arms out in warning, then hugged the poor boy. “I missed you!”
The boy was blushing, embarrassed to be hugged in front of others. “Himi-chan! Let me go! You’re going to suffocate me!”
Himiko pouted, “Izu-kun!” she complained.
Finally letting the boy go, she doesn’t acknowledge the duo next to them. “You’re so mean to me Izu-kun.” The blond crosses her arms glaring.
“And you're so annoying.” He glares back.
She scoffs, “Fucking bitch.”
“Mosquito.”
“Don’t call me a mosquito, they're disgusting!”
“Don’t call me a fucking bitch!”
Himiko glares, releasing bloodlust into the air, “Fucking bitch.”
Izuku’s own bloodlust increases, “Mosquito.”
Next to them the two students shiver a little. ‘So much bloodlust!’
Himiko grins, “Moss hair.”
Izuku grins back, the insanity at the edges of his eyes comes to the forefront. “Dracula copycat.”
“Bitch.”
“Fucker.”
“Dumbass.”
“Dumbfuck.”
Their banter continues back and forward. Until they stop, both laughing and regaining control of their bloodlust.
“You feeling better?” Himiko asks, now in concern.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll breakdown sometime this week, it hasn’t fully set in.” He responds with a reassuring smile.
“Call me when it happens,” The vampire girl tells the boy. Her eyes turn to the pair of students still standing there. “And I think you may need to talk to your friends.”
“Oh, I forgot where I was.”
“Hi! I’m Toga!” Himiko extends her hand to the two, who bounce back surprisingly quick.
“Nagisa,” The blue haired boy shakes the hand, followed by the green haired girl.
“I’m Kayano,” She introduces.
“So you're Izu-kun's friends?” Himiko asks.
“God! Himi-chan! Please don’t threaten them! They’re actually nice.” Izuku complains.
Scoffing, Himiko turns back to the duo, “You hurt him,” Her face becomes dark, serious, manic. “I will make you wish you were never born.”
Kayano and Nagisa nod, they could tell the threat was serios.
Izuku sighs in frustration. This day is slowly climbing the ladder for “most exhausting day” ever.
Rubbing his temples, Izuku asks, “Why come here Himi-chan? You never walk this way.”
Himiko’s face goes serious. “Wanted to check on you.” She looks at the boy, “And someone was following me, I thought maybe they wouldn't come near kunugigaoka, since… well,” She gestures at the building, “Prestigious school and all that.”
Izuku nods in understanding, “Did you get a glimpse of them?”
“No, they’re either a pro or a really skilled kidnapper.” She tells Izuku, “Both are pretty bad.”
“Umm, not to interrupt, but aren’t pro’s the good guys, why would that be bad?” Kayano wonders.
“Let’s just say, the law ain’t my buddy.” Himiko answers. She’ll let them draw their own conclusions from there.
There’s a pause in the conversation, it’s a bit awkward.
“Anyway, let’s go.” Himiko says pointing at the group, “You have homes to be at, and you” She points to Izuku, “Have a movie to show me.”
Izuku smiles a bit, “Almost forgot about that.”
---
They begin walking to the train station, idle conversation keeping them from silence.
It was on one of these moments that it happened.
“Wait, so you aren’t required to wear the school’s uniform?” Himiko asks in confusion.
“Well, we are, but no one cares if we don’t.” Nagisa explains to the blond.
The girl turns to the green haired boy. “Why the hell are you still wearing the uniform?”
“Why do you wear a schoolgirl outfit everywhere you go?” Izuku shoots back.
“I asked first.” The blond glares.
“I’m not answering!” The greenette returned her glare. He had his reasons, he just didn’t trust Nagisa or Kayano enough to say it outloud.
Himiko seemed to get the hint, and dropped the subject.
“So, wha-” Himiko stops what she was saying and goes silent.
The group look at her questioningly, when they feel it too. Eyes watching them.
Well, this is fantastic. Love being followed. Izuku sarcastically thinks.
“They’re following you, so when we get to the train station, You and I are taking the most packed train. Hopefully they won't be able to follow us there.” Izuku tells Himiko in a low voice.
“I don’t have a train pass.” The nervous girl tells him.
“We’ll figure something out. Have they found where you’re staying?” Izuku asks, reaching for her arm. Afraid of anyone taking her.
“I don’t think so.” She says.
“Maybe we can tell security.” Offers Kayano.
That’s a recipe for disaster.
Izuku shakes his head, “If we do, Himi-chan will be questioned and taken into police custody.”
Nagisa nods in understanding, putting a finger on his lip, thinking.
“We have to sneak you in.” Izuku says.
If they just walk in with Himiko, people will recognise her, they need to get someone’s identity.
“Do they know about your quirk?” Asks Izuku now fearful. Himiko’s quirk is useful, if they find out what it is then they might want to grab her faster.
Her eyes widen, probably going along the same line as Izuku’s “No,”
“We can’t let them find out.” He says with finality.
“Why, what is it?” Asks Nagisa.
“I’ll tell you another time,” Izuku brushes off.
Izuku looks around at the area they’re in. Quickly trying to find something. Spotting a grocery store he tries to think of a plan. If they walk around there, they will be able to spot who the person is. The aisles will help them hide too.
Izuku points at the store, raising his voice a bit so everyone hears him, unlike the whispering from before, “I need to buy some groceries, my mom forgot to get fish.”
Luckily they caught on.
Walking through the aisles. Everyone had their eyes open and searching.
“There,” Nagisa mentioned, “4 feet to my left.”
As casually as he could Izuku looked at the person in a way that they wouldn’t notice. From the corner of his eye, he saw them.
His stomach dropped below his feet, below the ground. He recognised that face. Next to him, Himiko's breath hitched a bit, probably recognising the face of their pursuer too.
It was the Trafficking ring goon. One of the ones that Izuku took down. He was plain by all senses of the word. Light brown hair and black eyes. He does not stick out in a crowd. Must be why no one noticed him following Himiko for so long.
“Where? There’s no one there.” Kayano comments looking directly at where the person would be.
“He’s right there.” Himiko said, confused. “How can you-” She cut herself off.
Experimentally, Izuku looked directly at where the person stood.
Nothing.
“An invisibility quirk maybe,” Izuku whispered.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, how would they be able to slip away from this man if they could’t see him?
Izuku looked at Himiko. Part of him knew what to do, and it was reckless, but for Himiko, the only person he had left. He would do it.
“Himiko, Nagisa, Kayano,” He said, directing their attention to him. “When I tell you to, run.”
Himiko was not having it, “Did you break your brain or something? That’s a stupid plan.” She said holding his collar, keeping him from running at the guy.
“Got a better plan, smartass?” He asked annoyed.
He is not losing his friend to a trafficking ring.
She says nothing.
“I do,” Supplies the blunette, effectively gaining everyone’s attention. The boy stiffens at the attention, before relaxing and providing an explanation. “We might have to use Kaede’s quirk,”
The girl in question nods, “That’s fine.”
Nagisa nods, “Kaede can change the hair color of anyone, so if we change Toga’s hair color we may be able to hide her from the man.”
“Yeah, but her uniform…” Kayano trails off, but everyone has the same Idea.
On the other hand, Izuku and Himiko look at eachother. Izuku grins, pulling off his bag and handing it to himiko.
“That won’t be a problem.” Izuku says. Then he points to his bag and whispers in a low tone. “I have a hoodie in there, put it on to hide your uniform.” He tells Kayano.
“But, what about-” Nagisa starts, but stops when Izuku pulls out a razor from his hair.
“What are you doing?” He asks in slight panic.
Izuku grins, wicked and craized. “Nothing~” He says, nowhere near the isolated dull tone he uses. It sounds mischievous and exited. It makes the two students, worry isn’t the right word, more like fear for the result.
Izuku looks at his classmates, some of him wonders if they’ll leave him after this, but he pushes the thought away. Right now, Himiko needs help.
“You’re going to see Himi-chan’s quirk. Please don’t freak out.”
The two nod.
“Continue with your plan Nagisa.” He says trying to get things back on track.
“Right!” The boy stumbles at the sudden change. “Well, I was thinking Kaede and Toga could walk one or two aisles and leave the store, maybe they could meet us at the train station.”
“Sounds good,” Himiko nods. “But, You need to know about my quirk…” With a snap of her fingers she got an idea. Her hand dug through his bag and pulled out one of his notebooks and a pen. She began writing.
It only took a couple seconds, and when she was done, she turned the page to the blue haired male and the green haired female.
As they read their expressions changed, mainly interest and confusion. Izuku was glad the expressions didn’t show disgust, if they did the protective boy would have burned the two where they stood.
Something clicked in Nagisa’s head, seeming to understand what Izuku and Himiko thought to do.
Kayano nodded, “I’m not sure if it will work, but I can try.”
Izuku nodded, but now came a new problem, he couldn’t draw blood from his wrist, everyone would see his scars, blood from his finger may not be enough. Izuku wanted Himiko to reach the warehouse safely, that would take 3 hours, meaning 1/8 cups of blood. A finger cannot provide so much. Izuku looked down at his hand, mainly his palm. It meant he’d struggle to hold a knife, but it felt better than the alternative.
Inhaling to calm himself, Izuku placed the blade on his palm. A hand snached his own and pulled it back. His eyes trailed to the source. Himiko, her eye’s were a bit wide, worried.
“If you do it there, you won’t be able to hold anything well.” She said, with an edge of suspicion.
“I’ll be fine.” He said it with finality, a hidden irritation in the tone.
Before she could protest, the razor dug into his skin, red blood rising to the surface.
He offered the hand to Himiko, out of sight of any cameras, or the man’s watchful eye.
Himiko drank the blood greedily, he knew how she got at the sight of it, so he wasn’t surprised to see her blissful at the offering.
When she was done, she turned to Kayano. “Let’s go~” She said, skipping slightly.
They left the aisle out of sight from Izuku and Nagisa.
---
They were waiting at the train station, Kayano and Hiniko were on their way. Izuku was nervous. He didn’t feel eyes on him, but that doesn’t mean much if the person was skilled enough, Izuku could be easily tracked.
In the distance, a girl with dark purple hair followed a skipping bright red haired boy who looked suspiciously like Izuku.
With a sigh of relief Izuku approached the two. Same with Nagisa.
They caught up with each other's side of the story. Izuku was grateful to know There were no troubles on the two girl’s side.
They split up, each going to their trains and Himiko leaving to walk home. Not before returning Izuku’s bag and fussing over his injury he was forced to bandage for Nagisa’s peace of mind.
Izuku got home to the usual emptiness he’s been getting used to. His mother arrived, gave him a cold greeting and avoided him the rest of the day.
He followed his routine, and eventually went to bed.
Not before sending a message to Himiko.
Broccoli:
Get home safe?
He didn’t get a response, it was 1 am. Maybe Hiniko’s asleep?
A ding from his phone caught his attention.
Dracula:
Yeah.
The response was cold, but his relief at a response overwrote his concern of the tone.
Broccoli:
I’m glad!
Sorry I forgot about the movie, we’ll watch it next time, is that ok?
Dracula:
Yeah
Broccoli:
Anyway, I’m gonna go to bed! Sleep well!
Dracula:
Night
CHAPTER 4 DRAFT 1
It was the next day.
Izuku had woken up and sent a message to himiko.
Broccoli:
Morning, sleep well?
He wasn’t expecting an immediate response, but Himiko would always send a message back by lunch time.
He got nothing, Izuku could tell Nagisa and Kayano noticed his mood, but they didn’t ask. He was grateful for it.
It was almost the end of the day and Izuku still hadn’t gotten a response. He was worried, it didn’t help that he’d been sending Himiko messages every time he got a chance. Unlike Izuku, who sometimes forgot to reply to messages, Himiko almost religiously responded within seconds after waking up, which usually meant 12pm. It was 3pm. She should be awake right now.
Wich also ment he was in PE class, or as Izuku nicknamed it, “Assassination 101.”
Karasuma was having them do knife drills. And Izuku should not be coming up with every illogical and paranoid clouded reason for Himiko not to be responding. His mind was quite creative on some of them. He would be proud if they didn’t make him want to run out of the school and find her.
Izuku tried shifting his focus to something else, the something else he chose to focus on would be his teachers.
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Notes:
To those who read to the end...
Do you regret that decision? :)
Prob not this shit sucks harder than my vacuum.But honestly sorry I couldn't finish this. I really like this idea and want to continue with it, but I have absolutely no motivation.
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