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Izuku Midoryia is a bright child as he always had been. For whom knew him close at least. A short list consisted only by his mother, even with his insistence to add Kachan into, knowing in the very back of his mind that his behavior haven't been friendly for many years.
Somehow, this trace of personality remains as the main thing that does Izuku himself, surviving a decade of living as a quirkless boy in Japan besides all the odds. So, at the closing the ending of his last year in middle school, glazing the unsettling future ahead, the dream of following the hero's path became the last string securing his heart from the malices words everyone in his school keep making sure to remind him everyday. That string keep streching, getting thinner and thinner.
"If I cannot be a hero how everyone say then that means that... that am I truly so useless as they say? That Kachan was rigth and I should, what? Just give up of my dreams?"
Give up of my useless life?
Inko didn't comment it directly, but her son started seen downhearted and sad this days. He tried to concil with a bad version of his traditional wide smile and she tried to humor him with the best food he like as much he want and buying mechandise from his favored heros.
It only works for the moment.
She asked if he would like to travel on their vacations but the time would be better suited for his trains to pass the practical U.A. Entrance Exam, he said. Is not that she not believes he could be a great hero, but she hardly believe someone would pass such exam without a more advantaged quirk to these things. Izuku is a smart boy, but the pratical test wans't made to test someone intelligence.
With that in mind she send from the kitchen where she is preparing the dinner - and a extra large chocolate cake in the oven - a message to izuku pass in the store to by some more random ingredients. Her boy is growing up and eating plenty more these days. He must be leaving school just rigth now. Maybe it wasn't enough, but for today, for now, may be enough to bring a true smile back in her son's face.
"... just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"
It's so unfair. He is no brave enough to defend himself from kacchan, what made izuku belive he could fight a villain and protect anyone? If I had been born with a quirk I would still have a friend, Mom wouldn't have to raise a useless son with no prospects to archive anything great. I will be luck to end up as a faceless office worker in a random ordinary company. She will be better without haven to take care for a burden like me.
He looked at the bridge.
If it was taller...
He sighs, drying the last drop of tears from his red eyes. His now dull face vanish away the last spark of cheerful joy from his young face. He looks up and the clouds are kind looking similar to a katsudon. His stomach growls loud and his mouth watered.
"I will just buy the groceries."
The temperature was abnormally high for this time of year in spring. After the whole running through the day, Izuku feels like the energy wasted in the act wasn't fully gone, only setted apart on his heart, throbbing relentless and making his body disgustling soaked with sweat. The shadow in the tunnels did few to metigate the heat.
Closing to the exit, he stopped. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and the boy felt his heartbeat steady for a moment, only to return even faster as he pause before the flowing sound of rippling water coming from behind him. "Wait, there weren't any water here...". A sharp panic jolted his senses, and an abysmal fear of the unknown prickled every fiber of his body in the next instant.
" GRRRRRWGRRRRRRWW! "
Izuku turned around his body just in time to see a expansive green mass with eyes and teeths letting the manhole's sewer as he screams.
"HAAAA!"
"LOOK AT IT! A MEDIUM-SIZED COSTUME."
The thing. No, the villain, was on him before the sentence was finish, strongly grappling izuku limbs and lifting the kid off the ground.
He cried in despair, trying in vain to get free. He tried scream, only to sore his filled-full throat, alreadly flooded by the gross slime drifting its mass throgh his gut and notrils to reach his burning lungs. It was everywhere. Constrict, repulsing, and suffocating, until his heartbeat slowing stop beating. Feeling from the boy's insides the weak pulse from the ribcage. That is how I die. Not even by my own terms. Without saying Mom goodbye. Just a Deku, filled by fear and - literly - someone else's power.
Between the pain and the lack of air, he barely caught the villain’s last words.
I will die alone, and my body will be used like I was never here.
Just a hollow,
a void,
consuming all...
His eyesballs turning almost black, along bloodshot scleras in a frozen panic drooling expression. His struggling slowly stopped against the tendrils, only the frothing saliva and the spasms of his body remained.
And the beast got it's prize.
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"DON'T FEAR, BECAUSE I AM HERE!"
Whatever Yachi expected to see, after all these years in heroics, somehow grotesque and macabre scenes still managed to surprise him. And also, where is the boy? Toshinori heard a screen and the vilan growling voice, preparing to find himself in a possible hostage situation. But there was no sight of the kid, only the mutant villain facing away from him, distracted. Wasting no time, the hero advanced.
"TEXAS SMASH!!!"