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At what point did things go wrong?
Izuku couldn't say for sure, but he could assume that things went terribly wrong when he just fed a little kitten. The creature was so tiny and helpless, just like him. The battered kitten was in a box, all wet. Izuku was also wet, the rain was just terrible, and at that moment he was running home.
Those little emerald eyes stared right at him. Just like his! Maybe it was fate? Those eyes were begging for help.
He felt so sorry for the kitten, and he almost took it home, but then he remembered that if he brought it back, his father would drown it in front of him. So Izuku moved the kitten away from the dampness, fed it with the leftovers from his meal, and even left his jacket to keep it warm.
That was it! It was nothing special, and Izuku expected that no one would notice him. No one should have. But they did... He did...
Izuku walked home after school, kicking a gray stone the color of the sky. The stone skittered across the concrete, making a soft sound, only to be caught by Midoriya's foot and sent flying again. It was almost soothing.
Soon Izuku stopped doing this and threw the rock on the road. His attention shifted to something else in his mind. He had been contemplating the events of the past few days for a long time. And honestly? These events made him tremble. And also gave him a headache.
It was a pretty good day for him today. He only got punched twice at school and called names only five times, and the teachers never once reprimanded him for 'provoking' his classmates. Izuku would say a record for the least amount of!
It was so strange that after he left school, he almost immediately ran away to not lose this moment. What if Katsuki caught up with him with his gang?(Not Kacchan, never again)
In fact, Midoriya had just noticed that everything was starting to change. He was such an idiot that he hadn't noticed it until recently. But he couldn't help but wonder why. These strange changes were both exciting and frightening.
At first, they were almost imperceptible, and he attributed them to chance, but as time went on, the changes became more pronounced.
For starters, there were no more drunks shouting outside his window. As strange as it may sound, Izuku was so used to them that he considered them his alarm clock. Where did they go? Unknown, but it was the drunks who made it clear to him that everything he didn't notice immediately became noticed.
There's less trash, less beatings, and less drunks. There's less of everything! Even the discrimination at school is less! Although his neighborhood wasn't known for its friendliness.
Midoriya came to a sudden stop, almost falling face-first. His gaze was fixed on a familiar dark and dirty alley, where he had left the kitten a few day ago. He looked around to make sure he was alone and not being followed, then darted into the alley.
Following him? Who would want to follow someone like him? Of course, Izuku was just imagining things; everyone said he had a big imagination! However, he couldn't think about it now, the pain in his chest wouldn't let him rest.
His heart ached uncomfortably with sadness that he had to leave a tiny kitten here. But what could he do? He knew that he would not be able to take the kitten with him, but he gave him food every day!
Well, his own words didn't calm him down much, even though Izuku was holding on to them. He often played with kitten and spent time with it, so to speak, he made a friend
And to his surprise, the kitten wasn't in the box where he had left it. Nor was his jacket, which he had left to keep the poor thing warm. There was silence in the alley and not a sound of the familiar meowing. For some reason, this caused Izuku to feel uneasy. It was a quiet, subtle, and almost silly feeling.
Yes?
Izuku stared at the box for a few seconds before shaking his head. No, it couldn't be true. Who had taken the kitten? Who took his kitten?
He began frantically examining the rest of the boxes. He didn't really care about the dirt this time, although there was plenty of it.
"Where is...?" he muttered to himself as his hands opened each box with a slight desperation. But every time there was nothing there. Again and again. A quiet alarm buzzed under his skin, making him restless.
The kitten was definitely here. So small, black, and harmless. With eyes like Izuku's. Such emerald eyes.
First, he looked at the small boxes, then he looked at the large ones. He was worried that something bad might have happened to the poor animal. But who would want to take an animal with a torn sweater?
After a few minutes of searching, he gave up. The alley was not just dirty, but like a garbage dump. The boxes were scattered everywhere, and the trash was lying around. It made him feel disgusted, but he was more concerned about the animal.
Who took him? What if bad people took him and were abusing him? Midoriya was even afraid to imagine the scenes of violence against the animal, but then another thought came to mind.
What if better people than Izuku took him? What if some wealthy and very good people? These good thoughts only slightly calmed his restless soul.
Suddenly, the sky began to darken slightly. He tilted his head back, squinting at the clouds. Was it evening? No, it was just a cloudy sky. Perhaps it would rain. Again.
Izuku didn't want to get wet, especially if it meant getting sick, and the kitten was gone. It was probably with good people, so he should just go home. It was a sensible thought, and his sensible thoughts usually led to good outcomes. But before Midoriya could even think about leaving the alley, there was a sudden sound from behind, as if someone had landed.
Izuku flinched and immediately turned around, seeing a dark figure at the beginning of the alley. The figure was illuminated by the light, and his face was not visible, but he could clearly see the red, glowing eyes. These red eyes were familiar.
At first he froze, too surprised by the stranger's appearance, then a chill ran down his spine as he realized that the man was blocking his exit to the street. His exit to safety.
Midoriya took a shaky step back, and the figure stepped forward behind him. The anxiety inside him grew. The figure took another step forward, and only now could he see the stranger's face, and...oh. He was in trouble.
Those red eyes looked suspiciously familiar from the very beginning!
In front of him stood a tall man with pale skin, red and glowing eyes (due to his quirk?), and bags under his eyes. The man didn't look sick, but rather menacing. After all, the one in front of Izuku was none other than Eraserhead. A S-rank villain, a natural-born assassin, and the unofficial head of the underground.
At first Izuku wondered what the villain was doing here, in the daytime, because he was the 'night' villain. But then those thoughts faded into the background. This man didn't take his eyes off him, nor did he attack him.
Midoriya just stood there and trembled, not knowing exactly what to do, the man didn't move anymore. He had analyzed the villain, and he knew some of his weaknesses, if they could even be called weaknesses. This villain was almost invincible! But there was one weakness...
Yes, Izuku is an idiot, and Katsuki is always right.
"Oh my God, there's a kitten in the tree!" Izuku exclaimed theatrically. His trembling hand pointed up at the tree, as if there really was a kitten there. And to his immense shock, the villain fell for it.
"What?" the black-haired villain turned around quickly and stared at the tree. Eraserhead was distracted, and this was his chance to escape.
So it's a good thing that Izuku was able to venture into the dark side of the internet and uncover interesting information about how a villain can be recruited into a villain organization with the help of a cat. (Izuku is so grateful to the 'number1 hater of All Might')
Midoriya quickly turned around and ran towards the boxes. He kicked a few of them, and they flew off to the side. And then he turned some corner and ran on. Izuku hoped that this would stop the villain at least for a while, but heard footsteps behind him; Eraserhead had heard him and was running towards him.
With the sound of his own rapid heartbeat, Izuku ran faster. It was difficult to navigate the alley, as he had never been there before. He turned left and then right, but there was no exit anywhere. What a labyrinth! On the one hand, this was a bad thing, but on the other hand...?
"Don't run, I know this place like the back of my hand," the villain's monotone voice echoed from behind. Midoriya jumped at the sound, almost falling, but he managed to stay on his feet and ran even faster, if that was even possible.
On the other hand, this was a very bad thing!
Izuku looked back briefly and saw a figure running after him. He needed something to distract the villain again. His eyes quickly scanned the new area. A pile of trash, some huge boxes, and glass—none of it fit. These objects were either dangerous to him or inconvenient to distract him.
Suddenly, the villain leaped and nearly caught him, causing Midoriya to yelp. Eraserhead's hand was dangerously close to his backpack. His backpack? Yes! The backpack! It was perfect! Midoriya would have to come up with an excuse to make his father believe him.
Izuku stopped for a moment, quickly took off his backpack and threw it right at the villain, and then ran again. There was a grunt from behind. He hit the villain right in the face! But there was no time to relax, and a few seconds later, Midoriya heard footsteps coming from behind again.
It seemed like 10 minutes to Izuku, and he was still running away. This terrible alley never ended! Even the bullies hadn't chased after him for so long. His strength began to run out, because he was not an athlete, and his lungs began to ache from lack of air. His body was asking for a break, a moment of small pause. But the fear of being caught was much stronger.
Suddenly, a drop fell on his head. It was a drop of rain. Damn it! Just don't rain, it's not appropriate right now.
As the first drop fell on Midoriya, it started to rain. His clothes became wet in a matter of seconds, sticking uncomfortably to his skin. His old boots squelched through the rapidly forming puddles. Water was running down his skin and face. Or were those his tears? The footsteps were still coming from behind.
Why hadn't he caught up with him? The villain was known for his speed. So why? Was he being played with? Did the villain decide to exhaust him? Izuku couldn't understand the villain's motives for this whole chase. Had he seen something forbidden?
These thoughts filled Izuku's head, and unfortunately, he didn't notice the wet bags sticking to the dirty ground in front of him. It was his habit to mumble, ponder, and fly in the clouds. Especially when it came to reasoning.
His foot stepped on the bag, slid forward, and his body followed, his other foot trying to maintain his balance but sliding forward as well. Izuku cried out in surprise and fell forward onto his knees and elbows. The fabric on his right knee tore. The palms hit the ground and glass. For a moment, he thought his father would kill him if he came home like this.
Would he even come home?
Midoriya took a shaky breath, his leg muscles ached unpleasantly, his lungs were bursting, begging for oxygen, but he had to keep running. He still had adrenaline in him, he just had to force himself to get up quickly and run again.
However, thoughts and reality often don't align.
A strong arm wrapped around his torso, effortlessly lifting him into the air. The arm pressed Izuku against the man's chest. The villain's clothes were soaked, but he didn't seem to mind. He was finally caught. But he didn't want to die! Izuku opened his mouth and began to scream. It's a pity that the scream didn't last long, as a large palm immediately covered his mouth.
Midoriya panicked even more and began to squirm in the villain's grip like a snake. However the grip was very strong, not painful, but strong. That grip tightened, pressing his body harder against the villain. Izuku whined, his mind spinning wildly.
Is he going to be killed now? Will he be tortured? Or maybe villain will brutally kill him? There are too many possible outcomes here and they are all unfavorable.
Izuku whimpered louder as Eraserhead began to walk deeper into the dark alley. With each step, the darkness and gloom only intensified, and his heart grew uneasy. The man seemed to know exactly where he was going. (Midoriya, don't be stupid, the villain said he knew the place like the back of his hand!)
Then they reached a spot in the alley where there was a canopy. This place was surprisingly clean, unlike the one he'd run through. There was no trash or boxes. Maybe this was a completely different neighborhood? The rain no longer touched their clothes or skin.
Izuku continued to tremble in the villain's arms. His hands, as small and pale as his face, scratched the villain's muscular arm. But the man didn't move or flinch. He remained silent. And this silence, interrupted by the rain, was terribly oppressive and heavy.
Midoriya stopped scratching and simply lowered his hands. Out of desperation. But what else could he do? Continue scratching the hand of this terrifying man? Like some kind of...
"Kitten..", Eraserhead's calm voice rang in Izuku's ear. Izuku immediately flinched and tensed. Kitten? What does that mean!? Hot breath was being blown into his ear.
A whole minute of another silence passed. The silence began to build up again, however, the villain spoke again.
"My kitten...", the villain now muttered quietly, "My little kitten..."
Eraserhead buried his face in the back of Izuku's hair. His hand was still firmly pressed against him, but his other hand slowly began to move away from his mouth, although it stopped for a moment.
"You're not going to scream, are you?" the villain asked quietly, his tone almost threatening but also mocking. It was as if he was testing Midoriya's courage to scream. And Midoriya didn't have the guts.
Izuku shook his head slightly, Eraserhead chuckled, though his hand finally moved completely away from his mouth. Izuku followed the hand with his eyes. Now this free hand was in the pocket of the man's black jumpsuit.
Midoriya swallowed, and he himself could finally breathe properly. His lungs demanded oxygen, and his body demanded rest. But he couldn't rest now, not while he was in the grip of dangerous crime.
"W-What d-do y-you want from m-me?", Izuku's weak voice squeezed out, which was also trembling. Izuku himself found that voice so pathetic, and it was true. The villain grinned again.
"Oh kitten, I don't need anything from you..", Eraserhead spoke almost gently, as if trying to calm him down, but then he lowered his voice, "Except for you. I want you."
Midoriya flinched, his heart rate increasing. His hands gripped the man's muscular arm and began to stroke it. His breathing quickened noticeably. These words, spoken in such a voice. These words were imbued with possessiveness. He quickly began to shake his head.
"N-No, n-no! P-Please let me go! I-I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Wrong? Kitten, you didn't do anything wrong, quite the opposite," Eraserhead smiled, and Izuku felt his lips stretch into a smile, still pressed against his wet hair. The villain continued.
"You were so good. So kind. So terribly naive... and you saved that little kitten, remember?"
Izuku froze, a gasp escaping his mouth. How did the villain know? Was he spying on him? Had he seen him that day? Was that why he was being followed!? Was that why things had changed in his neighborhood? Slowly, everything fell into place.
The man pulled him even closer, if that was even possible, and whispered in his ear.
"Kitten, I've seen you. I've seen you every day. Every step you take, every breath you take, every tear you shed, every smile you give... EVERYTHING!" His words began to escalate, becoming increasingly agitated and frantic, but then Eraserhead abruptly cleared his throat and fell silent.
At that moment, Midoriya felt a sense of suspicion. He sensed something was amiss. And, of course, his instincts were not wrong. The moment he thought about it, he immediately felt the man's hand slide out of his pocket and back to his mouth, but this time it was tightly clasping a cloth. And the cloth had a sweet, sticky scent to it.
In that instant, Izuku's eyes widened, he was too scared to think straight and he screamed. The cloth was pressed right to his nose and mouth, and he continued to scream like an idiot. Of course, what was on the cloth got into his body. Midoriya suddenly felt tired, and his limbs went numb. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Good kitten..", the villain murmured satisfactorily and began to coo over him. It was so strange to hear the villain almost lull Izuku to sleep. His grip changed, and he now held Midoriya with one hand under his knees and the other on his back.
Izuku's head spun from the change in position, and his eyes rolled back. Everything in front of him began to blur, and the edges darkened. He desperately tried to keep his eyes open, but it was impossible. Eventually, his body succumbed to the medicine, and his eyes closed. The last thing Midoriya felt was a light kiss on his forehead, and then he was plunged into darkness.
And for some reason, that darkness was warm.
Aizawa Shota chuckled darkly as he saw the body in his arms go limp. But then he smiled gently and began to examine the boy closely. The soft contours of his face, the childlike round cheeks, and the freckles. Everything about the boy was so cute. He was like a little sleeping kitten. He just wanted to hide the boy and hold him close.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the rain begin to subside. A few minutes later, the clouds cleared, revealing a bright sky, but not for long. It would soon be evening. In fact, it was time to go home before other people finished their work and saw them.
Aizawa looked into the distance of the alley, then shifted his gaze to the boy, his mouth's corners rising even further into a wide smile.
"Sleep well, kitten. Daddy's here."
With that, he held the child close and walked down the alley towards his home.