Anax Junius; where the dragonflies fall

by EmeraldEclipse

Summary:

"Do you know how it feels to lose, when you've never thought of winning?"

Eraser pauses when Banshee turns to look at him, eyes shining with something that could almost be called regret.

"Tell me, Eraserhead... do you know how it feels to die when you've never thought of living?"

 

Or, where Banshee is a vigilante who has a secret. He's dying.

 

(The threads begin to fray and they inevitably snap, remnants of gold dust dissipate into the air. This is a story of the end,

 

and this, this is just the beginning.)

 

Notes:

• Inspired by Omniscience by onelittlebirdiesittingonthesill

hi my pretty gems, merry christmas 🫶🏼🫶🏼 i swear ill finish my old fics at some point so in the meanwhile enjoy this 🥰

back to add, i got the whole 'threads' n italics shit shticks from onelittlebirdiesittingonthesill's fic omniscience

the fic itself is not inspired by it but i feel like the writing style is and they deserve credit for that

BUT ANYWAYS

LOVE U GUYS MWAH

 

(also i would like to mention that banshee is NOT in fact an actual ghost)

Chapter 1: when running wild turns volatile

Summary:

Who is he who glows in shades of green?

Green is the colour of Anax Junius.

 

It's the colour of the new leaves of Japan's every spring, it's the colour of lightning in dark, thunderous clouds. It's the colour of the grass beneath his feet, swaying to the tunes of the unwielding air.

 

(It is a colour of poison, of venom and of envy. It is a colour that in no means should be associated with kindness yet has found itself a Pure)

 

But mostly, green is the colour of Banshee.

 

He has always been, in more than one ways, associated with the colour green. Physically, metaphorically, emotionally, and spiritually. The swords he wields and the power flowing through his veins, it's all green.

 

Always has been.

 

 

(Green and greed are one being, and those webs of golden threads laced in green threaten to consume you whole.

 

Poor, oblivious Child.

 

Naive and so so selfless. )

 

There is a saying in the underworld, the biggest misfortune for the people who cross Banshee.. is that they crossed Banshee. It may feel conceited to say, but Banshee may as well be second in rank to the infamous myth All For One in terms of powerful in the underground. 

 

(Oh Child, if only you knew...)

 

He closes his eyes, breathing in the cool air of the night through his mask, there's something about the night sky, full of stars and an oceanic breeze that always seems to calm his mind and soul down. It erases the hurricane of uncertainties and the storm of impossibilities inside him instantly, allowing him to bask in the soothing embrace of the night.

 

He pauses and then grins, hearing the telltale footsteps of his most favourite heroes of all times. The heavy thumping, and the heat of red.

 

"Banshee! surrender yourself immediately —!", the man roars, charging forth from behind the vigilante. Banshee lets out a cackle and dives off the building, creating a cloud of green and floating lower into the alleyway. As soon as his feet hit the ground he runs, laughing the entire chase as Endeavour continues to scream at him as he follows.

 

Meeting a dead-end, Banshee sighs as the flame-hero catches up to him. "You're trapped, villain! you will not escape this time.", the man says as he stomps forward, a ball of fire in his hand and a sneer on his face. Banshee puts his hands up. After Endeavour visibly stiffens, pride in his eyes supposedly capturing the most notorious vigilante in all of Japan, Banshee grins, teeth bared behind his mask. Piercing green eyes covered by dark curls from underneath his hood.

 

"Are you sure about that? Enji."

 

Three. Two. One.

 

Endeavour bursts into flames.

 

Banshee jumps up, the green smoke below from one of his creations, triggered by the man's flames. Endeavour screams and curses as he tries to follow, right on his tail. There's nothing more than makes Banshee happy than pissing Endeavour off, that man is really something. 

 

His hood blows off his head as he runs, free and uncaring of anything around him. Green lightning crackles in the sky as his steps meet the ground, a green glow surrounding his figure like a shield of protection. Banshee lets out a loud laugh as he runs.

 

This, this is what he was always meant to be.

 

 

 

 

 

Trust is a fickle thing, it's something that breaks as easy as a porcelain doll, and takes as long as a lifetime to build.

 

Trust has never come easy to Banshee, it has never been held within his grasp for as long as he would like it to. Trust has always been broken when it was with him. He is trusted by many, some he knows and some he does not.

 

There is no one who Banshee trusts but himself.

 

(Fate has dealt you a cruel hand, alas fate does not care for ones with power, Child. 

You hold the universe within your hands.)

 

There's a lot of things that he doesn't know, like whether his powers have the ability to be erased or not, or if he'll be able to evade Endeavour's flames without being burnt. If he'll survive the next deal he decides to make with the devil, or if the men who owe him favours will ever repay him. He knows one thing though, for sure.

 

That no one can be trusted.

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears a voice that shouldn't be familiar whisper. It vertebrates through his skull and out his ears.

 

"That line of thinking will get you

killed, P҉̷̧̥͚̣̉̓̕͟͜͠͞͠͝ͅ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝ e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠  C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝ d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠.".

 

What?

 

He lands on the ground gracefully, like a cat on all fours. Eyes wide in odd fear that does not stem from Enji but from something within. He does not have time to dwell on it.

 

Hiding between the dumpster as heavy, heated footsteps pass by and a man growls in frustration. "I’ll arrest you soon, you insolent villain—!"

 

Banshee smirks, blinking away the odd pain in his chest. 

 

He breathes quietly, slow and calculated. The vigilante waits until he's absolutely sure the man is gone. Though it's pretty obvious from the lack of heat and light of his fire, moreso the distance of his quirk.

 

"Fucking Endeavour- fucking heroes—", he lifts up his cargos and sees a burn in the shape of a golfball on his left leg. "Shitbag disguised as a human bonfire", he grumbles under his breath as he scowls at the wound, reversing the fire and taking away the heat impact before it visibly glows a bright green and starts healing before his eyes. Stupid Endeavour, that man really knows no limits. It's the reason he always has him right on his tail, boosting his ego and letting it drop lower than the underworlds.

 

They can't even come close to catching him unless he allows it. Banshee is a ghost, everything about him is calculated and planned ions before it occurs, he is never seen and never heard unless he wishes. Yet everyone knows his name. Especially Todoroki Enji.

 

He can't wait to make him pay.

 

But first.

 

"This is what you get for being an asshole, flaming bitch", Banshee grabs a can of spray paint from his cargo pocket, gives it a shake and leaves a message on the alleyway wall. Alternating between his powers, he lights up a ball of ice in flames and grins, disappearing within a flash in a mist of green.

 

Leaving his mark yet once again.

 

 

You'll never get rid of me, Enji.

~ Banshee

 

 

Aggressive screaming and yelling is heard in the distance as the the ghost of the underworld escapes once again. The proof he was ever seen evaporating into the air, alongside the ink that disappears off the wall.

Chapter 2: and just one mistake, is all it will take

Summary:

Another headache, another line of prey

Notes:

😋

Izuku is sitting in the empty apartment, light from his computer reflecting on his face. Eyes focused on the screen as he concentrates on the analysis he's doing on one of the most recent Yakuza developments. Rapid typing can be heard as the boy watches the security cameras on one tab and takes note on the other.

 

(You will lose your soul, Child. Stop it before it is too late. Stop before you dig too deep into this rabbit hole and discover a secret that will end you.)

 

There's something deeper going on in the Yakuza, moreso than the regular drug smuggling and murders. It's something that does not sit right with Izuku. He hears them talk about an 'asset' of which their new drug is created from. From the sound of it, this drug is not Trigger, but the complete opposite. A quirk erasing drug, which by all means should be next to impossible to create from anything other than quirk-influenced ingredients.

 

The Shie Hassaikai are not a force to be reckoned with, Izuku knows this. However if this 'asset' is something he thinks it is, there is no way Izuku will let whatever their plan is to go on. Especially if that 'asset' is actually a human being.

 

More specifically, a child.

 

(The brittle threads of fate fizzle and thin out, flashes of a tell-tale girl with snow-white hair and cherry red eyes appear behind closed eyes. A hero and his tales.

 

The voices scream, they almost beg. For this child has set out to change a reality that will never change, not without a price to pay.

 

And the only one to pay it 

 

Will be

 

M i d o r  i  y  a     I    z    u    k   u  

 

The fated Child who is B o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ n̸͐̈́͟͟͝  To҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝  D i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠ e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞"?)

 

 

Izuku doesn't know their gender or their age, but by what he has seen or heard so far they are a child, under the age of 15 at most and 5 at least. That being said, regardless of their age he refuses to let a living, breathing person be violated and torture in the guise of experimentation. He's sure Nedzu would agree.

 

"...It.. -to escape.. Chisaki-.. put her... "

 

He glares at the screen, eyes sharp and calculating. They are on about a girl who supposedly tried to escape and this 'Chisaki' who Izuku knows is the current boss of the mafia, put her somewhere. However it could also mean put together. Chisaki Kai, quirk; Overhaul, his Quirk allows him to disassemble and reassemble anyone or anything through physical contact, which includes living things.

 

The keys beneath his fingers start freezing up as he loses slight control of his quirk, mouth set in a scowl and jaw clenched in anger. He sighs when he feels the slight cold beneath his fingers and lets them glow a dim green, melting the ice and letting it evaporate before continuing to type. Chisaki is using a child to create quirk erasing bullets, which allegedly work temporarily for now and are planned to be evolved into permanent effectiveness.

 

He gets up abruptly, eyes closed and breathing shallow. The mask hung up by his bedside glints beneath the light of the moon before it's swiped off the hooks, pairing alongside the all-back outfit with a hood and a cloak.

 

He has a Yakuza to take down.

 

(Something inside him stirs, a dormant being of whom's knowledge seems too much for him to bear. After all, ignorance is bliss.)

 

 

 ____

 

 

"So you want me to catch this vigilante, Banshee.", Aizawa Shouta raises an eyebrow as he flicks through the file detective Tsukauchi gave him. Said man is glaring at the table, brows furrowed and lips pressed in a tight line.

 

Banshee has been active for over two years now, the only person who has actually seen him is Endeavour. The rest of the sightings consist of a shadow, flashes of green, and the cloak fluttering behind the vigilante. No one has been able to see what he looks like or what his height and build is.

 

Endeavour refuses to speak, cursing the vigilante's name and calling him various different names. He claims that he did not see what the vigilante looks like, which Tsukauchi finds hard to believe considering the hero quite literally chased the man.

 

He thinks Endeavour just didn't bother to pay attention through his anger.

 

"Yes", Tsukauchi sighs, tapping the table with his pointer finger. "No one even knows what his quirk is, however we suspect it is either a smoke quirk or a teleportation one, but then there's the lightning that Endeavour claims he saw.."

 

Aizawa looks through the file, hands pausing on one of the very blurry snapshots taped to the sheet. It's a dark picture, but the black-cloaked individual is hard to miss with a lighter green smoke surrounding him. A single green eye stares into the camera lense, glowing and sharp.

 

"One of the victims who he saved took this with her quirk, that's the only reason we have this picture. Whenever someone even tries to take a picture of him, the screen always shows up black. We originally thought he had an digital quirk, but now we suspect it may be electricity-related"

 

“Right.”, Aizawa scoffs. “You suspect it but you have no solid proof.” Of course. They never actually have any evidence of the claims they make and then they send him off into a blind territory.

 

Tsukauchi stares with pleading eyes, face tired and depraved of every joy in his occupation. Aizawa stares back, unyielding.

 

There’s a beat of silence when Aizawa sighs and picks up the file before walking out the door without a single word.

 

In his wake, Tsukauchi prays to every god this man is the one who succeeds in ending this nightmare. It feels too much like the beginning of an end, and he doesn't know why.

 

After all, it is probably just some kid with a cool quirk who wants to play hero, a child playing a prank. Nothing serious.

 

(He will come to eat those words and choke on them later, he will regret hoping and never seeing.

 

But that is neither here nor there.)

 

Chapter 3: you should see me in a crown

Summary:

Out of sight, out of suspicion.

Notes:

im actually pretty proud of this chapter if i must say so myself 🤭

Banshee lets out a small, quiet breath as he finally gets to a secluded spot on the rooftop next to the targeted building. He looks up, stars were already in the skies shining a little, one star in particular twinkles in a way that reminds him of the shine in familiar viridian.

 

(Green eyes, a smile full of serenity. Gentle hands and tears of joy.

The smell of Katsudon lingers in the air.

Every child misses their mother.)

 

He pauses before reluctantly tearing his eyes from the view, looking back down at the entrance of the Yakuza building.

 

The vigilante closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and dives into the darkness.

 

It welcomes him like home.

 

 

“–Hey, did you hear the boss killed Karuwa for going near that bitch? apparently he was tryna do some fucked up shit”, one of the guys speak as Banshee eavesdrops.

 

“Oh yeah”, the other responds. “I’ll be honest man that’s a new low, even for mafia. Regardless of everything the asset is still a child. She’s only five. It’s a good damn thing Chisaki killed that fucker”

 

Banshee tenses, his conclusions just being proven correct.  He waits until the two men start speaking again, lost in their conversations as he puts five fingers to the ground and closes his eyes. The vigilante concentrates on the vibrations of the earth as he tries to sense the location of the men in the building by the beating of their hearts. There.

 

He feels a smaller heartbeat, more softer and faster.

 

Eri

 

Who's Eri?

 

Banshee snaps opens his eyes, takes a deep breath, and places his foot forward. A thin, almost invisible sheet of glassy green ice begins and covers the ground up to the mens feet, it reaches rapidly towards the other located heartbeats and eventually reaches the girl. Banshee lifts his foot, and slams it onto the ice.

 

Within seconds the whole invisible trail shoots up where each man stands, encasing them within an unmoving block of ice. They all stand frozen within the cold, not even breathing.

 

A few seconds pass and Banshee steps out of the shadows, two shallow puffs of steam appearing from the ventilators on his face as he keeps his hold on his ice whilst keeping track of the beating hearts.

 

There are two beats below in one of the underground chambers, both in the same location. Banshee heads straight into the building, ignoring all the ice and encased sculptures surrounding the corridor all around him.

 

His every step rocks the frozen ground ever so slightly, as the wind carries a dangerous chime with a single snowflake in his wake.

 

 

 

"What is your name, little one?"

 

"Eri. My name is Eri."

 

(The pieces slowly begin to fall into place, a puzzle begins to unravel. Pandora's box will open, and the threads fear what it will bring.)

 

 

____

 

 

 

“What?!”

 

Tsukauchi shouts into his phone as one of the heroes reports to him about a massacre by the Yakuza’s district. Chisaki Kai alongside the fifteen main offense members, twenty-four defense members, and twelve guards, dead.

 

“Yes sir, we have arrived here at the scene and more than half of the mafia are dead. The rest are incapacitated .” True.

 

“How.. how did they die?”, the detective questions, frantically searching for his files on the Shie Hassaikai. He finds it, flipping through the pages hurriedly as he finds the page he was searching for.

 

“–We have discovered no cause of death, and there is no evidence left at the scene.” True.

 

Tsukauchi stills, the phone yet to his ear as he stands in all but horror, file sitting open on his table as he stares at the Yakuza leader’s information.

 

 

Name: Chisaki Kai

Alias: Overhaul

Age: 27

Description: Dark brown hair, gold eyes, never seen without bird-shaped plague mask.

Quirk name and description : Overhaul, quirk gives the user the ability to disassemble and then reassemble matter with their bare hands.

Rank: SS

 

 

Someone had single-handedly taken out the entire Shie Hassaikai and cold-bloodedly murdered the leader. Who not even the top heroes would be able to beat without an entire team if engaged with.

 

What the hell was happening.

 

Or who?

 

(Tsukauchi Naomasa's first mistake would be not immediately suspecting the biggest unknown variable.)

 

Notes:

hehehehehehehhe

Chapter 4: can't you see that you're lost

Summary:

Everything comes with a price, only time will tell who is to pay

Notes:

guysss im back, im back to writing again after like three months of being extremely sick so like yeah we slay

i am so done with doctors rn istg the health system here is useless smh

but anyways! im not dying of a fever anymore so we can continue my fics 🥰🥰 next fic to be updated is yalls fav bsd fic so BE PATIENT mwah

anyways ENJOY POOKIES

💖💖💖

Tsukauchi sits with his head in his hands, thinking of whatever the fuck is going on, everything is too sudden, too unexpected and unpredictable. The detective sighs shakily. Suddenly, the silence in the office room is broken by a ping from his laptop. An anonymous email with an encrypted attachment. The subject line reads, "Banshee."

 

He stiffens, urgently rushing to open the attachment, revealing a video message from Banshee himself.

 

The screen reads, in a dystopian-looking font; B

 

No. There is no way.

 

It couldn't be him.

 

In the video, Banshee's electronically distorted voice echoes, "Chisaki has gotten what he deserved. The child is now safe. You are welcome, detective. But don't think this changes anything. I operate on my own terms, not yours or the Commission's."

 

The video ends abruptly with a flash, and it leaves Tsukauchi both baffled and relieved. He can't help the shiver than runs down his spine though, what sort of power does Banshee hold?

 

Who is Banshee?

 

(The void screams, the threads crackle and burn. GreengreengreengreenGREEN–)

 

The man tries to save the video and forward it to the deputy and the department along with Aizawa but within seconds there is no trace left of any email or video on his computer. The only evidence left being the small smiley face glitching in the corner of his device, which disappears within seconds.

 

A second goes by and he stares. A warning pops up on his screen, and then it stays until his files tab say plus one. There is an extra file on his computer, he opens it.

 

He stares.

 

Tsukauchi stares, and then he hits his head on the table with a loud thump.

 

He really should have went with his first career option and become a barista.

 

 

Every line he reads makes him feel more and more sick to his stomach. Yes, this vigilante had taken justice into his own hands, dismantling and more like decimating the Yakuza threat. Yes, what he is doing is wrong. But as Tsukauchi reads on he can't help but think it was deserved and that it was right .

 

Tsukauchi holds a shaky hand up to his mouth. Eyes scanning the information on his screen. What the fuck.

 

His head feels heavy and he almost feels dizzy from what he finds out. Never in his life as a detective has he seen something as disturbing as this, and he has seen some of the most terrible cases.

 

The detective contemplates the situation, now Tsukauchi understands that Banshee is still an enigma, a force to be reckoned with and someone that remains an unpredictable ally to neither them nor the shadows that lurk in the city.

 

Yet. A part of him thinks that this. This is someone who will bring change.

 

For better or for worse, no one knows.

 

(Tsunami waves crash upon the shore, thunder rumbles in the sky.

 

Something is coming. It cannot be withheld.)

 

Tsukauchi sighs. This was going to be a huge headache if he knew one. The Commission wouldn't let it slide this time. The man wastes no more time in contacting Aizawa. He dials the hero's number, anxiously awaiting a response.

 

Aizawa, bless his soul, answers the call immediately with a curt, "What is it, Tsukauchi?"

 

He owes that man a coffee for the headache he's going to give him.

 

"Eraserhead, there's been an update on the Shie Hassakai case." the detective says in a hurried tone. Apparently the urgency in his tone is evident to Aizawa, as the man lets him continue without interrupting.

 

"Someone, or something, took out the entire Shie Hassaikai. Chisaki is dead, and most of his men are either dead or incapacitated," Tsukauchi reveals, emphasizing the severity of the situation.

 

"What do you mean 'someone or something'?" Aizawa questions, suddenly vigilant and more attentive.

 

Tsukauchi hesitates before responding, "...I just received an encrypted message from Banshee. He claims responsibility for it. He said the child is safe now."

 

Aizawa's eyes narrow, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his voice. "Banshee? the vigilante? why would he go after the Shie Hassaikai? and what do you mean a child? what child?"

 

"Yes, Banshee. I'm not sure why he went after them but I have a suspicion. The child, Shouta. They were experimenting on a five year old girl.," Tsukauchi explains, still grappling with the surreal nature of the situation.

 

Aizawa inhales sharply, his footsteps coming to an abrupt halt as the weight of the revelation settles in.  "Shit. I'll be there in ten minutes. Keep an eye on the situation, Tsukauchi. And tell me immediately if you get any more updates from Banshee."

 

Around twenty minutes after Aizawa hangs up, there is a knock at the door of his station, and Tsukauchi immediately presses the button to let the man in.

 

It doesn't take long for them to find the files that were downloaded onto the detective's hard drive. 

 

But they fail to find the hidden message in one of the pages. One that is meant to reveal the truth of why.

 

(That will be their second mistake. One that will be worse than their last.)

Notes:

hehehehehehehehE

guys the funfair is coming to my town im so excited its literally like a five min walk from where i live and a two min walk from where i work

IM GONNA BE GOINF STRAIGHT AFTER WORK HAHAHA

its giving me ptsd tho bc last year i went with (him) and me n bro dont talk anymore FUCK THIS MAN ISTG not literally but like UGHHHHHH yeah

anyways

BYEEEE UNTIL NRXT TIME 😞😞😞

Chapter 5: i am the people, i am the storm

Notes:

hiiiiii

no comment because im too lazy type out a paragraph explaining my absence 💔💔

ill see u guys soon mwah

enjoyyyy

The seemingly oak door clicks open as the vigilante turns the handle, the girl held in one arm, quiet, asleep, safe . Behind the rundown wooden door is a thick, metal wall, no handle, no knob. There is nothing except one little keypad.

 

He unlocks the gate by entering a sixteen digit code, before leaning forward and letting the little black screen light up green and scan his iris. He presses his fingerprint against it next.

 

The beeping sound ceases and suddenly the light above the keypad blinks green, and within seconds the metal door begins to slide to the left, revealing one long hallway.

 

Banshee doesn't look back as he enters it and then the metal door closes behind him, the loud noise of the metal echoing all around.

 

Eri still does not awaken.

 

 

 

The snowstorm of rage inside Banshee doesn't subside as he watches over the sleeping form of Eri. In fact, it almost tenfolds when he catches a glimpse of silver scars lining her arms and legs.  She's sleeping like a baby on his bed, and Izuku thinks its fine for now as he takes off his vigilante uniform and hangs it onto the hooks.

 

It's not like he sleeps much anyways.

 

Click

 

The overhead light flickers as the boy turns it on. He drops onto the beanbag couch and starts his computer. Machines whirring and lights flashing as it turns on.

 

That detective must have gotten the intel by now., and if Izuku's intuition is right as per usual, then Eraserhead must already be on scene. He hacks into the station cameras and within seconds the footage is on his screen.

 

"–There's absolutely no way Banshee could have  single-handedly taken out the entire Shie Hassaikai. I wonder if he's a part of an assassin group...", Eraserhead says.

 

Tsukauchi is beside him, hands rubbing his eyes as he lets out a deep sigh.

 

A slight smirk dances on the vigilante's lips as he shoots a glance back at the sleeping girl.

 

"But see it doesn't matter Shouta, assassin group or not, he still has the child in his custody. We don't have enough details to refer to this as a kidnapping... but we cannot in good conscience leave a five-year-old child alone with a murderer."

 

He presses a button and taps the mic twice.

 

"You're right. I'll try my best to get more details if—"

 

Izuku grins.

 

"Nice gossip session, gentlemen."

 

The way they both jump and go into fight or flight mode is absolutely hilarious and he thinks they should be in a movie for that amount of dramatics. How can he attack them through the cams, silly people of authority.

 

"Banshee?!"

 

He definitely can, but he won't so they don't need to worry.

 

"Who are you?"

 

Izuku laughs. The voice modulator distorting his voice and almost making it sound menacing to the audience. "Relax guys. I mean no harm, and to answer your questions. Yes Detective Tsukauchi, it's me."

 

The smile on his face becomes a touch softer, and there's a dull ache in his heart when he looks at the other man again.

 

"-And lovely to finally meet you, Eraserhead. The name's Banshee."

 

 

 

It's so so amazing to finally meet you Eraserhead sir! but I have to go now my mom's waiting for me—!

 

Don't try to catch me Eraser, that's rude.

 

I'm sorry Eraserhead. I tried I really did-

 

What's your name, problem child?

 

Midoriya, sir.

 

Deku!

 

             Viridian

 

                         what? Bunny

 

            ...Ghost

 

      I'm Emerald-!

 

     Yamikumo.

 

                   Phoenix?

 

 

 

"Banshee!"

 

Izuku blinks, feeling breathless. He scoffs.

 

"Relax, Aizawa Shouta. No need to get hostile.  I see no reason for us to be against eachother yet."

 

The man shuts up before he looks up at the camera, face blank but eyes curious.

 

"What is it you want then?", he asks, and the vigilante sighs. He lets himself slip just a little bit, and begins to tell Eraserhead a story.

 

 

 

Sometimes... Izuku dreams.

 

He dreams of bright, vivid colours. Colours that to him, seem safe, colours that keep him warm inside when his blood runs cold.. and dare he say, happy.

 

He dreams of greens and reds, of flashes of orange and the sound of firecrackers.

 

Sometimes Izuku dreams of bright red eyes, and the sweet smell of nitroglycerin, and then sometimes he dreams of green eyes, sparkling with unshed tears and hands that are calloused yet so so soft.

 

He dreams of warmth and basks in that false sense of security.

 

He can never, somehow, place a name nor a face to either of those. He knows they must be flashbacks of some sort, but he has no way to confirm that. Has no way to know.

 

He remembers a pair of hands, gently pushing him away, ushering him outside with whispers of 'Run, Izuku. You can't let him find out. You can't let them find you.'

 

He hears a sweet yet terrified voice.

 

'My beautiful, wonderful baby boy. Please, Izuku, go hide and live. Live and grow and protect the ones you will love from them, my precious angel.'

 

He cries. Izuku cries every time he hears the voice. He doesn't know who it is and he can't remember. He cries because it's so familiar yet he doesn't know. He cries because that voice, it feels like home.

 

He hasn't had a home in a long time.

 

Blonde hair, red eyes. Green hair, green eyes. That's all he's able to ever remember.

 

He wishes, he hopes– he prays . He prays to a god he doesn't even believe in, that one day he'll be able to find out where he used to belong.

 

The tension in the room grows.

 

"I just wanna go home, Aizawa-san. I want nothing from anyone, I just want to save myself and the people I love, from what's coming."

It almost tenfolds. 

 

The hero tenses, eyes narrowing and hand clenching into a fist. Tsukauchi stands up beside him.

 

"Protect them from what? what's coming?"

 

Izuku sighs, it's almost sad, resigned even.

 

"You'll find out soon enough, Eraserhead. Just a word of advice though, you should tell Nedzu to up his security, it was far too easy bypassing those walls", he giggles and cuts the microphone off.

 

He ignores the frustrated shouts with a playful smile playing on his lips, and cheekily changes the sound to a peaceful lullaby.

 

It gently echoes in the room, and slowly, Izuku lets himself slip away into the safety of his dreams.

 

Red and orange and black.

 

 

(They are not dreams, our dear Child.

 

They are your future and your past, they are your present and they are images reflecting the ties that bind.

 

Try to remember, Child.

 

Y̴̧̛͖̜̝̣̱̜̯̘͖̮͕̪̣͇̯̳̺̙̝͔͒̎̇͛̓̽̀͋̆͗̓͂̈́̎̊̅̆̈́̑̐̒͊̀̕̕͠͝͝O̷̻̭̳͈͙̼̠͋̀̐́̀̂͐̌͌͂̈́̎͌̈̓̄́̾̎̿͑̾͊̚͘͝͠ͅỮ̴̢̧̧̩̟̪̞͎͔̟̬̳͔͓͈̗͎́̆̂͗̾̉͊̔̓̋̀͌̽͝͠ ̴̢̢͉͚̲͖̩̗̲̤͕̻̭̞̘͔̪̦̳̳̆̽́̀͊̾̂͋̍̎́͗́M̶̡̢̛̙̪̬͓͈̣̯̟̣̠̖̪̣̤̼̯̫̜̱̗̘͖̥̤̭̆́̀̓͐̐̈̽̎́͌̒͜ͅƯ̴̡̡̯̦̣̮̹̝͚͓̗̙̖̼̙͙̦͉̹̜͉̘̤͍̠̙̏̑̿͂̍̑̈́́́̈́̈́̍̍͆̇̃̓̿̈́̋̀̍͒̽͘̕͜͠S̶̲̭̥͂́̋͛̈́͆͒͑̓̈́̐̌̾͒͌̈̔̎̉͑̾̅̚̕͘͠͠T̸̤̞͕̱͔͇͈͇̝̣͉͙̮͓̼̪̪̩̲͙̫́̉̆ ̷̧̢̢͎̳̗̭̪̺̼̼̰͙̯̰̝̙̯̙̬̽͜ͅR̵̨̤̩̮̜̤̠̳̯̥̝̳̺̙͚̝̮͇̤̺̯̩͖̖͐̃̈́͗̿̒͛̔͐̓̆͐̓̚̕͜͠ͅͅḘ̷̢̢̧̡̱͇̟̬̬͉̜̲̦̙̩̝̙̗̙͒̇̈́́͌̽͒͜͜ͅM̶̛̺͉͇̦͇̜̗̌̓̀̋̋́͊̑͆̎̽̀̿̆̒̉͊͊͑̂̕͝͠͠E̸̡̨̡̛̥͓̭͔̪̲͙͖̮̝̥̼̭̱̭͇͐͑̔̋̄̓̒̐̂͗͂̍́͊͘M̷͍͇̤̰̗͇̫̥͇̖̞̈́̓́̒B̸̢̧̡̨̛̯̜̝̻̤̟̲̦̞͓̭͚̻̤̯͚͚̤̻́̄̑̅̉͛͌̈̀̈́̄͛́̂̃̈́͜E̵̡̢̢̻̬͎͚̙̟̞̺̪͇̳͉̰̝̫͇̥̞̖̬̲̬̤͛͆͛͒̌͂͂͗͊͋͑̌̿̿̽̈͋̊̓̒̎̍̅̚͝Ṙ̷̡̺̹̜̙̥̦͇͈͉̻̣̞̼̪̞̥̺͔͍̭̻̅̀̔̎͗͑̃̔͐́̿̀̀̾́͘̚̚͝͝—)

 

 

 

 

 

Red eyes blearily blink open, a green butterfly lands on his nose, wings flapping.

 

Katsuki sneezes.

 

Notes:

how about u leave a comment and tell me if you liked it or not ho 😡😡😡

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Notes:

um also i have like a whole paragraph on his quirk bc it’s complicated but i wanna see u guys guess what it is so i’ll publish it later in a chapter as a self analysis or smth like that 💀💀 BUT YES SO WE VIBE

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