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Izuku stared at Aizawa and the new vigilante beside his dad’s side. Izuku heard the boy mumbling to Eraserhead saying,
“Dad, who is that?”
The greenette inhaled sharply, Shota hadn’t even bothered telling his replacement about him.
“I—” Aizawa stuttered, “Izuku?”
Izuku felt ice run through his veins as all the color left Aizawa’s face. Why was Shota scared? He was supposed to be happy. Izuku’s eyes flickered back and forth between the two infront of him.
“Did you replace me already?” Izuku spat out, angrily
“No!” Aizawa tried before being cut off by Izuku again,
“Don’t you dare lie to me! How long did you wait before replacing me huh!? A month? A week?!” He screamed, holding his tears back. His replacement recoiled back at Izuku’s surprisingly young sounding voice.
The ice cold sadness he felt was long gone with blinding hot anger crawling up him dangerously. Ever since that thing brought him back his eyes glowed when mad and he was angry now, so so angry. He felt it crawling up through his head down to his heart, then his arms and legs. The tears in his face seemed so much more real now.
Izuku continued his rant, “I trusted you and you just left me to die!”
The lilac haired teenager just stared at him, shock written all over his face. Good.
“You’re the vigilante that dad talks about?”
Izuku nodded in agreement holding back the angry remark that he could have made against the teenager. He was shocked, though. He looked at Eraserhead and looked away just as quickly. Izuku spun around in his tall combat boots, he waltzed towards the edge of the roof. He saluted to the duo and, fell.