Shinigami (Vigilante Deku Au)

Dads? - Chapter 4

Deku's pov

I walked into Aizawa'a house and was immediately swept into a hug. To my surprise, it wasn't Yamada. When Aizawa let go, he punched one of my burns. "That's what you get for making me worried." He said as I gasp for air from the pain. Shinso looked at me worried, then glared at Aizawa. "Very welcoming, dad. He definitely wants to stay now." Yamada hit Aizawa on the back of his head. "Apologize." Aizawa sighed and looked down at me. "Sorry, problem child." He walked to me and picked me up. "What's all this mess?" He asked, pointing at the machinery. A smile spread across my face as I explained. "Support gear for when I go out and do vigilante work." My smile widened at the looks on their faces. "You built all that yourself?" Aizawa looked at me questioningly and I sighed. "You're acting like you didn't watch me work on Cancer." His eyes widened in shock. "You knew I was there?" I just nodded and started to struggle against his chest. "Are you going to put me down now?" Aizawa carried me to the room I was in when I first got here. "You'll be using this room until your burns heal. Then you can go back to your family." I looked up at him. "I don't have a family to go back to, but thank you." Aizawa looked at me with sympathy on his face. "Now you do, welcome to the family." I smiled at him, then I started putting my machines away. He barely knows me, but he's more like a parent than my own parents were. "Thanks... dad." He teared up a little and said, "I'm dad, Hizashi is papa."

Someone knocked at my door a little later. I shouted a quick hold on and opened it to see Aizawa. "Hizashi's cooked dinner. Why don't you come downstairs and eat?" I followed Aizawa to the table and sat down. I hadn't eaten fresh food in so long. I has a little money from a part time job I had, but I usually can only buy canned stuff. Fresh produce is expensive. My mouth watered at the sight of dinner. After I had shoveled all of the food into my mouth, I told everyone I was going to my room. When I got there, I slipped on my vigilante suit. I say suit, but it's really just a black tank top, baggy black jeans, my mask, a weapons holster, and Cancer. Cancer sat inside my mask, so you couldn't see her if you look at my face. Not that you see her anyway, because it was dark and cancer is black. Knowing that if I tell Aizawa or Yamada, I would get told not to go, so I just left through the window.

I sat up on a roof, searching for the villain Tyrade. His quirk lets him control anyone he touches. A lot like Shinso's, but it's activated differently. Tyrade uses his quirk to force people to commit various crimes, like theft, murder, ect. I have to take him out before more people die. Tyrade is part of a small time gang in the area, but he's in the lower ranks. I spot people in an alleyway and go to check it out. A guy had a gun to a woman's head trying to rob her. With a swift kick to the side the man was down. I tied him up, sent dad my location, and continued looking. After a few moments, my phone vibrated with a message. I knew it was going to be dad, but I checked anyway. I sighed, seeing my guess was correct, and read the message. Dad was freaking out about how I was still injured and didn't need to be out today, so I ignored him.

"Cancer, find heat signatures." I had been out for 3 hours now, looking for Tyrade. Four heat signatures showed up on Cancer's lens and I went to go check it out. I sighed. Just a bunch of drunk college students. I turned around about to leave, when a fifth signature was picked up. I checked it, and lo and behold, there stood Tyrade. "Finally." I said, loud enough to alert him to my presence. He looked up, curious, and then smiled. He knew why I was here, and the bitch had the audacity to smile. "Shinigami, right? You're smaller than I expected. I knew you'd come for me eventually, because I'm such a great villain." Egocentric prick. I dropped down in front of him and punched him in the gut. It wasn't enough to send him flying, just enough to make him wheeze. He reached out to touch me, and my eyes widened.

I dodged quickly to the left, and heard him chuckle. "You did your research, I see. I did mine too. No one knows your quirk. Why don't you use it against me?" He motioned to himself, almost like a point, but with his finger bending and unbending. I scoffed, and that seemed to anger him a little. "I feel like playing a little tonight. Do you feel like dragging this out too?" He swung and shouted, "You won't last long enough." I dodged his punch, then punched him in the gut again. The force of the impact made him slide back a couple of steps, shocking him. "You're pretty strong for someone so small. But you still can't beat me!" He threw another punch, and again, I dodged. "I'm bored." I said, quickly drawing my knife. I lodged it in his arm and watched him scream out in pain. He grabbed my arm, shouting, "Ha! You're done for now!"

Nothing happened. "How many people did you use your quirk on today?" I asked. He gasped, realizing he was doomed. "Your quirk has it's limits, you know. You can only use it on 10 people a day, and they're only under your influence for a certain number of hours. You already used your 10 people today, didn't you." I asked coldly, almost detached. My anger flared, and I screamed, "DIDN'T YOU!" I saw him flinch. I ripped the knife out of his arm, not caring what damage it may have done in the process, and embedded it into the soft tissue on his neck. I watched as he started choking on his own blood. He made a gurgling sound, like he was trying to speak, but it was useless. He made more gurgling noises, and I listened as his lungs filled with blood. I smiled, watched him sink to the ground, and then hopped back onto the roof.

I was on my way home when I heard someone beside me. Who would be on the roofs at this time? I looked to my left and there was dad, in his hero gear, I knew I was in trouble but I just continued jumping. Finally, I was at my window. I opened it, swung inside, let Aizawa in, and then shut it again. "What were you thinking?" Dad scolded, hitting me on my head. "There are people who need help." I rubbed my head and let dad process my answer. "But you do not need to help them. There are professionals to help them. We may have just met, but what if you died out there? What would happen to the small family we have?" I started to tear up at his words. "I've never really had a family who cared before."

The mood was dark, as if I had just admitted to killing the neighbor. "When did your family abandon you?" He asked, trying his hardest not to sound choked up. I thought about it, trying to remember the last time I saw my mom. "My dad abandoned me right after he found out I was quirkless, then my mom abandoned me 2 years later. So... around when I was 6." I admitted. Aizawa looked at me in horror. "Your mom left you when you were 6? How have you been surviving all this time?" I was prepared for this question, but it didn't mean I wanted to answer it. "I was kidnapped right after I was abandoned. I escaped from them when I was 12." I answered looking away. "Who took you Izuku?" He asked firmly, anger clearly displayed on his face. "They called themselves... The LOV."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No one answered my last question, so I guess I'll just stick with one update for now. Have a nice day!