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The green boy found himself in a strange room with an unfamiliar man. The room was dimly lit and the cement walls made him feel trapped. There were a table and chairs in the center of the room, one taken by the man.
The boy felt prompted to sit down and watch the man. The man was handcuffed to the table keeping him from moving. He had scraggly brown hair and sickly pale skin.
The boy’s eyes drifted up and down the man’s body until stopping at his eyes. A grin spread across the man’s face. The man’s long tongue fell out and landed on the table.
Blood poured out of the man’s mouth and didn’t stop until the room filled up to the brim with blood. Blood red shoes formed on the boy’s feet. The boy slowly drowned in the warm yet cold liquid.
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Shaking his head and arms wildly Izuku tried to show that he can’t speak. Kacchan finally got the message after 10 minutes. Izuku was given a pen and paper to answer the blondes questions.
“What was your relationship with Inko Midoriya?” Kacchan asked. He was rather impatient to Izuku’s slow writing. After a bit, Izuku showed Kacchan the paper saying ‘Who?’.
This continued for a while. Kacchan asked Izuku questions and Izuku answered with as little information given as possible. The vigilante was careful as to not give anything that could point to his identity. Izuku needed to get out as fast as possible. He knew he would slip up soon. He was determined to get away before that happened.
Kacchan turned around furiously rummaging through piles of papers on his desk. Izuku took the opportunity to silently open a window in the boy’s room. He took a pause looking back at his childhood friend before slipping out the window.
Izuku grabbed onto the railing to the balcony next to the window he was half hanging from. Once he got a strong hold he let the rest of himself slip out the window. He relied on his upper body strength to bring him to safety.
Once on the balcony, he limped to the other side of it. He grabbed onto the next railing climbing over and into the one he was most familiar with. He opened the glass door to his apartment and limped inside.
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Finally getting home Izuku hid his vigilante outfit and passed out on the floor a few feet from his bed. Izuku hadn’t slept in a few days and he needed to heal. He would just take a quick nap before going to training.
“Earth to broccoli head.” A hand shook Izuku waking him up. Izuku still didn’t move since he was sore.
Water poured onto Izukus face making him bolt up. He looked to the side to see Hitoshi holding an empty glass. Izuku promptly glared at Hitoshi for waking him up.
“I was sleeping!” Izuku was moved to a more comfortable sitting position. He crossed his arms around his chest and pouted making Hitoshi laughed.
“What are you six?” Hitoshi jokingly asked. Izuku didn’t answer. That made Hitoshi chuckle. “Cmon I got you some breakfast.”
Izuku tried to get up but then falls. Looking at his leg he remembered his ‘little’ fall the last night. Hitoshi looked over as well and whistled.
“What did you do to your leg?” Hitoshi asked. He bent down and took a closer look.
“Tripped.”
“That must have been one hell of a fall,” Hitoshi said. Izuku knew that his friend wouldn’t ask more questions but he still waited for some; they never came. Instead, Hitoshi picked Izuku up and carried him to the kitchen table.
Izuku could smell coffee. Hitoshi slid a mug of black coffee. Hesitantly Izuku picked up the mug and brought it to his lips. It tasted good. Izuku drank all of it as if it wasn’t scalding. Tears welled up in his eyes. It was the first none human thing he has had for 3 months.
“Whoa calm down. It’s still hot.” Hitoshi said. Izuku pushed the mug to Hitoshi asking for more. Hitoshi just smirks and pours him some more coffee. “Drink it slower this time.”
After taking a sip more tears fell down Izuku’s face. Halfway through the drinking the coffee he had to stop because he was crying too much. He had started bawling his eyes out. Izuku scrubbed at his eyes furiously.
Hitoshi went to Izuku to try and calm him down. He hugged Izuku and rubbed circles on his back. Izuku clung on like a koala.
After a few minutes, Izuku calmed down enough to talk.
“I knew I made good coffee but I didn’t know it was good enough to bring someone to tears,” Hitoshi said with a grin. That made Izuku give a wet laugh.
Calming down Izuku realized that coffee was not breakfast at all.
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“He won’t be able to come to training for at least 2 weeks,” Hitoshi informed Shouta. “He could barely even walk.”
Shouta wasn’t pleased when his son told him Izuku had been injured. The problem child had been coming in to train with injuries before but none this bad. Shouta had questioned Izuku on where he got these injuries but the kid would always deflect the question.
“Midoriya got hurt? How?” Kanjo butted in coming out of nowhere. She seemed to do that a lot.
“He tripped,” Hitoshi emphasized tripped by using air quotes. Kanjo’s face scrunched up in confusion.
“How does that even happen?”
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Izuku’s anxiety was skyrocketing. The hologram he had gotten a few days ago was sitting right in front of him. He had been avoiding it in fear that it might be blackmail.
Now the fear of what it might be has become a mountain. An equally sized mountain of curiosity sat next to fear mountain. It was crushing him.
Slowly reaching out Izuku pressed the huge button. His finger hovered over the button touching it but not pressing it.
After a few minutes of worrying, he finally presses the button. A picture shows up with a blue glow around it. The picture would glitch every so often.
“Congratulations you have been chosen to join Ground Delta!” Wooing and clapping in the background. “If you choose to join then please come to this location alone and try not to be followed.”
The screen changed from nothing to a poorly drawn map in crayon. It led to an abandoned building Izuku was familiar with.
“Make sure to remember this map because it won’t be shown again. You have two weeks before this offer expires!” the hologram cuts out after that. Soft buzzing sounds come from the hologram and it coughs out a thin wisp of smoke. Pressing the button again showed that it had short-circuited.
Sitting back Izuku took in what he had just witnessed. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking of going to the abandoned building. It was probably a trap. Then again the message seemed so stupid that not even a villain would be dumb enough to do this. It looked like it was made by a handful of five-year-olds.