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It was a normal night. The streets were empty except for the random drunkard and the few teenagers loitering around trying to be cool. Well, normal for everyone but Midorya Izuku. You see, he just got his acceptance letter to his dream high school, U.A., the best school for heroes in training in the country. Celebrating with take-out was mandatory. His mom was tired after a long shift at her workplace, so he went out instead.
He just got out of the take-out place, maybe 2 or 3 blocks away from it, when it happened.
See, the problem with normal nights is that they're rarely normal. Some guy is getting robbed, the police finally apprehended a drug dealer that's been giving them problems for a few weeks now, and there's a fire a city away and a child is still in the building. Some people are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Izuku was one of those people.
His home wasn't in the best nor safest part of the city. Heroes weren't usually patrolling the area, because of the less media coverage, hence the increased villain sightings. It's just the way things were, a fact of life. Just like the fact that the sky was blue, the grass was green and he was quirkless, well, used to be quirkless. He got his quirk on the day of the entrance exams.
He was speed walking. It was late and his mother was probably worried about him. He didn't want her to worry. Well, worry more than she already does, she was a bit of a helicopter parent.
Having that in mind, Izuku took a short-cut through one of those shady alleyways in which you constantly feel like someone's gonna jump you. Having taken these same alleyways hundreds of times before, he was used with the feeling, so, when it began, he didn't spare it a second thought. He will be latter sitting in his room crying, regretting that with every cell within his being.
He was muttering about U.A. when suddenly a hand grasped his shoulder.
"Here's what's gonna happen, kid: ya' gonna give me all you have on you and I might just let you live." Izuku trembled slightly. Why did he always end up in these situations?
"I don't have anything, I promise! I left my phone at home and I used all my money on the food because I have this bad habit of buying new merch every time I go out but I'm trying to save up so I only took enough to buy it and-"
He started muttering, a habit he should get rid of. His mother always says that one day it will get him in trouble.
A sudden punch that made him tumble to the ground made him stop. Seems she was right.
"Quit your bullshit, kid! If ya' ain't gonna give me the money, I'll just have to take it myself!"
The man stood over Izuku, ready to throw another punch. Izuku scrambled, trying to get away but the guy caught his foot and dragged him back. He tried to retaliate, to kick, to throw a punch, or even just block, but nothing stopped the guy from hitting him. He was panicking. He has no idea when the hand closed around his throat and the oxygen stopped entering his lungs. His vision got blurry, and he couldn't think.
Then... something happened. Izuku saw 8 figures. Just standing around the corner, looking at him. All of a sudden he flicked his finger, without intending to do so. His quirk activated and the shockwave resulting from the action sent his attacker flying. The hand around his throat disappeared and he backed against the wall, trying to recover his breathing.
It took maybe fifteen minutes before he looked up trying to see his attacker. All he saw was a splatter of blood on the wall and a body next to it.
Izuku ran to the body and put to finger to the man's throat desperate to find a pulse. When he didn't find one,he put his head on the chest, trying to feel the man's heartbeat.
Izuku was crying. He just killed a man.....He killed a person...An actual... human being. Feeling blood drain from his face, his mind raced. What would AllMight say? What would his mom say? Oh god, what if Kachan finds out? He was heaving and he couldn't breathe. He felt numb as tears streamed down his face and his chest felt heavy and hollow at the same time. What was happening? Why was he..? What just...? Oh, panic attack. His mind supplied. His mind was slowly shutting down and his body wasn't cooperating.
He remembers all the things he learned on the internet to try and calm himself down. He tried to calm his breathing but he couldn't find a rhythm. He couldn't concentrate on numbers and his vision was blurry from tears. They didn't work. How could they?! Izuku just killed someone! He...he just... Oh god, he killed someone! What if the police found out??! He's gonna go to prison! He knows for a fact he won't survive it! But he deserves it, he killed someone, he's a villain. He was...He... Izuku couldn't stay here anymore. He wanted to leave but his body refused to move or even look the other way. He had to snap out of it! His hands were cold and clammy, but he manages to grasp his arms together, hugging himself.
His mind was running, his heart was racing, and as he managed to focus on what he had done...He smacked against the wall as he violently flinched away from the offending scene, vomiting and heaving as he shakily stood up.
He had to get away.
His footsteps were echoing in the street, the few people that saw him, ignored the kid that looked like he was running for his life. "A hero will help him". He ran back home, the bag of food forgotten on the hard, cold cement where he just took a life. He had to get away from there.
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Shigaraki was pissed. He just lost his number one ranking to a brat with the username "Pikachu-meme-lord"! What the fucking shitty username was that??
He decided to take a walk (read: Kurogiri threw him out to calm himself before he destroyed a table from the bar. Again).
He was walking on a shady alleyway when he almost tripped. He looks down and sees a body. He wasn't fazed. He saw enough bodies in his life, even caused some deaths himself, that the "scared" status effect just doesn't appear anymore. He was more...annoyed than anything.
"Stupid NPC's that don't know how to get rid of trash" he grumbled under his breath.
"Whatever," he said as he placed all five fingers of his right hand on the corpse, this slowly turning it into dust, which was later blown away by the cold wind of the night. He didn't need any cops so close to the base.
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Izuku got home but paused in front of the door. He looked at himself. Somehow he didn't have any blood on him, his clothes seemed a bit disheveled and he had a broken finger.
Then he remembered the food. "OOOOHHH lord, ok Izu. You can't let mom know you killed someone. What would she think? Think, think, think, thi-" he remembered the day of the entrance exam. How he tripped. Y-yeah that could work. He tripped and landed on top of the food bag. He just has to hide the finger. it's no problem. Izuku has hidden a lot of broken bones from his mom. Some of which probably didn't heal correctly. He has a double-jointed elbow as proof.
He can do this, He can do this. Izu takes a deep breath and puts an apologetic face on. He opens the door.
"Izuku? Did you come? I was beginning to worry." His mother appeared around the kitchen corner and paused when she saw how he looked. "My goodness, Izuku! What happened??!"
"Mom, I'm fine. I just tripped down some stairs. But I'm sorry. I fell onto the food so it couldn't be eaten anymore. I gave it to some stray cats" Izuku said. Now, give her a smile, make sure to make it look real, squint, he thought.
"Well, it can't be helped. Go sit down. We can call a pizza place. You can't help being a hero, after all. Not even for animals." His mom gave him a smile, a genuine one, compared to his, and left to find her phone.
"I'm gonna change!" called Izuku after her, and he quickly ran to his room. He dashed in his bathroom and took out the first aid kit. Following the steps he memorized from the internet, that he had to search up whenever Bakugo got angrier than normal, he fixed his finger. Then he went into his room, took a change of clothes, and took a shower mindful of his wound.
Now that he calmed down he could think over what happened. Who were those figures? One of them looked like AllMight in his skinny form. Maybe it has something to do with One for All? He should ask him next time they see each other. He didn't want to think about what he did. In a few minutes, the pizza would come and he can't cry in front of his mother.
"Izuku! The pizza's here!"
Talking about the wolf... "Coming!" An hour later found him sitting next to the toilet, throwing up and silently crying as to not wake his mother up.
He was a terrible son.