𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

"...." Aizawa huffed in annoyance for the boy, annoyed at the fact that he refused to answer. Izuku stared at him, his typically emerald green eyes dull and emotionless. The hero dragged a  single hand down his face, sleeve of his black jumpsuit getting caught on his yellow goggles for a second.   Izuku's eyes followed the motion, still obviously wary of the man.  Trauma had a way of doing that.

"C'mon kid, I'm trying to help you.  You gotta give me something." The older man groaned lowly, plopping on the ground.   After them both having a tiring day, he was absolutely annoyed.  All the stamina and energy he'd exerted certainly took a toll on him.  He was also regretting not taking Mic's offer of extra jelly packets, it was obvious he was going to be here for a long time.

"Oh my lord...." he whispered, mostly to himself.   The strange boy across from him simply watched him with his typical analytical and calculating eyes hiding the continuous storm inside him.

It may not seem like it, but Izuku wasn't just an emotionless yet perceptive person.  There was constantly a war... No, not a war but a storm inside him.  A raging ocean of emotions and memories and pain.  They were all clashing and it was slowly sinking the lost sailor that is him.  It was going to be his downfall, and he knew it.  Somehow, he kept his mentality, but for how long?

"I.... I'm a simple person. With simple desires. Yes, these said desires may be quite odd, but they're still what I want. If you looked closer at the scenes, you'd most likely see all of the signs.  To be honest, I'm sort of shocked you 'heroes' didn't figure it out before you finally caught me, even thinking about how dumb all of you are," he snorted, emphasizing his sarcasm around the word heroes. "It was all me. The blood stains, bloody knives, poles, crowbars, lab break-ins.  All of it.  I've been doing all of these... villainous deeds, is what you heroes call them.  

I've done all of this, and now we're here.  And guessing from the look in your eyes,  you want some answers.  My backstory, per say.  Now, with my current quirk, or rather quirks, I could easily kill you or hurt you or run away, but I won't."  Probably, he added as a silent afterthought.  In his eyes, injuring the man was slightly appealing to him.

The hero raised his eyebrows suspiciously at Izuku.  Said hero was wondering why he was so willing to give his reasons and past.  Izuku pretended not to notice the small change in facial expression.

"Wh--"

"Why you ask?"  he interrupted, ignoring the way the hero's face morphed into one of light annoyance at the interruption.  "It's simply because I'm too tired. Emotionally and physically. So I suppose I could be a decent person for once in my shitty life and comply."  He let out a bitter laugh, causing the hero to wince at the pure hatred and pain that subtly coated the sound.

"Can we just go somewhere more.... Comfortable and preferably private? I don't really want anyone to know the reason behind why I've been.. Doing all this.  It's not really something I'd like oncoming bystanders to hear,"  the hero gave him a questioning look, giving a slight nod of appreciation when the boy took the cue to answer the unasked question without him having to say anything.  Light mirth in his eyes, he responded to his silent query.  "Not for my pride or privacy or whatever.  More for their emotional health.  If anyone heard why I'm this fucked up, it'd probably mess them up pretty bad too, or simply make them just as depressed as I am."

"Mhm..."  Aizawa responded, a hint of confusion and skepticism in his tone.  Izuku shook his head.

"I'm serious, Aizawa.  Most people in this world don't know the true meaning of sadness or evil.  You heroes don't give them a chance to understand.  Now, I'm not claiming to, but I think I have a pretty good idea of where to start if someone was curious,"  Cue another bitter laugh.  "I don't think anyone should be forced with the burden of know what true evil is, but I think heroes shelter the people too much.  There's so much they don't know... So much you all don't know...."  He trailed off in the end, seeming deep in thought.

"Kid?"  Aizawa poked him.  Instinctively flinching away from the contact, he quickly moved his body away from him, shaking slightly.  To say Aizawa was in shock would be an understatement.

"Either way, I don't want to be permanently scarring anyone today... Unless it's you, I guess."

The ebony haired man was brought back to reality by the teen's voice, trying to remember what he'd just said.  After regaining his wits, he stood up.

"I guess it's off to my apartment."

. . . . 

If you told young Izuku that he'd be sitting on a comfortable couch in a pro heroes apartment, cup of black coffee that was probably more intensely flavored than Aizawa's, he'd probably steal your coffee before flipping you off and walking away.  But here he was, on a comfortable couch inside of a pro heroes apartment, drinking the toxic sludge he calls coffee.  The stuff was probably so concentrated it'd put the average person in cardiac arret within minutes, though, we all know (including Aizawa) that Izuku is not a normal person.  While telling him his entire life's story, that is.

"So?  Tell me why you're like this,"  he commanded, taking a sip of his coffee, wearily eyeing the pitch black substance in the boy's mug.  "And the reason why I shouldn't march you down to the police station right this moment."  He tacked on as an afterthought.

Putting the mug down, Izuku cleared his throat and looked the other man in the eye.

"Get as much coffee as you can, you're going to be in for a ride."  Still maintaining eye contact, he took Aizawa's nod as confirmation that he wanted to hear his tale.  Leaning back, he began speaking.

"It started when I was three..."

. . . .

you may not get what's happening, but this is the weird
part where i try to be a really qUiRky author and 
have this huge-ass timeskip to the point where izu-chan
is 16 (he's 12 in the past chapters) and explains himself to aizawa.
this'll probably make more sense in future chapters.