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The glock felt cool and heavy sitting in his hand. It looked so innocent, just a tool to aid others. It didn’t have a choice on what kind of aid, whether it was to protect or to destroy. A gun is just a tool.
Just like how a quirk was supposed to be.
Izuku could hear the sirens. He knew whatever he did now, the school and it’s students would live on. He would just be a stain in their minds. The ones who fell beneath the barrel of his gun would be mourned and remembered.
While he is inevitably forgotten as the quirkless Deku who snapped.
Distantly, he could hear doors slam close and pounding footsteps getting louder and louder.
The heroes have arrived and they’re not here to save him.
The empty magazine clattered onto the tiled floor. Reaching into his pocket for another he slid it into the weaponry. Sliding the chamber back with a click.
He can hear the heroes getting closer as he turns to the sound and slowly rests the muzzle upon his temple, his finger sitting on the trigger.
“Don’t get any closer,” Izuku murmurs, gazing distantly in their direction. There are two heroes, Death Arms and Present Mic. Neither can stop him without getting close.
“Hey, little listener, just put the gun down yeah? We can talk, we can help.”
“I’m so tired of everyone in this school,” Izuku spoke blandly but his grip tightened on the gun. He could see the heroes tense as he did so, “I think...it’s a bit too late for me.”
“It’s never too late for help,” The blonde hero spoke softly, “you have so much more to live for—”
“I have no one to live for. My dad left, mom has grown cold and distant. My best friend decided I’m not worth his time and teachers constantly turn a blind eye to my abuse.”
Izuku hated how his voice trembled. How hot tears dripped down his cheeks, “what have I done? Why can’t I be happy? Is peace too much to ask for anymore?”
He grit his teeth and glared up at the heroes, "why should I grant them mercy when they've done everything but."
Death Arms finally spoke, “Kid, there are other ways to bring justice, telling the authorities—”
“HAH! Do you think I haven’t tried that?!” Izuku gave a hollow laugh, “the moment I uttered the word quirkless I was accused of lying! Of staging my classmates because I was jealous! And maybe I was! Maybe I was jealous that they are allowed the time of day! Why does my quirk status decide what I deserve?!”
Izuku took a breath to steady himself and met the heroes’ gaze, “how can I believe that a quirkless Deku won’t be tossed into a cell to rot without a second glance.”
“Because I won’t allow it, little listener,” Present Mic said earnestly, and Izuku believed him. His eyes held a steely resolve that wouldn’t be shaken. Izuku’s grip on the gun loosened and it lowered just slightly.
He made the mistake of looking over to Death Arms. When he met the hero’s gaze, a flicker of uncertainty Izuku caught made him smile bitterly and stare straight into hard black eyes.
“Liar.”
The click of a trigger