Till death do us part (TogaXDeku fanfiction)

Chapter 7 Hobo Of Hope

500 reads nice, anyway let's begin also the top image is ren because i couldn't find anything better

Izuku POV: 

During the next 3 years, I and toga made our living by committing crimes and doing underground work. We started off by just stealing people's wallets and robbing stores but after around 4 months we started doing assassination requests for high-paying clients. By this point, my moral compass had shifted radically and I didn't really feel bad when I killed someone. They were all evil enough to make someone want to pay to kill them. 

By the time we started doing assassination requests, my athletic ability had increased 20 fold. I found out that each time I die I gain a little bit of strength after healing, so after figuring this out I did the only reasonable thing and including killing myself 10 times a day in my training regiment. Even though I was really strong and pretty good at hand-to-hand combat I asked toga to teach me how to use a knife since I thought it would be helpful in assassination missions, I offered to pay her in blood (She loves my blood and I can't die) and she blissfully accepted.

After around 6 months I mastered knife combat, surprising even toga with how fast I learned. The next two years I gained a massive amount of strength and was over 500X as strong and athletic as when I met toga. I possessed strength and speed that could rival all might. Toga also got very good at using her disguises to help in work. After all, no one could catch her if she was using someone else's body to commit the crime. Eventually, I confessed my love to toga and we became official. Life was stable and we were feared in the underground as the couple who ran the gang known as "The Chains Of The Hell". But even with all this action and power, we both still felt like something was missing. 

This would all change on one fateful day.

Me and toga were taking a stroll through the alleys when we saw what looked like a homeless man beaten and unconscious in front of us. I knew he wasn't a criminal because I could recognize all the criminals in this entire country by their face, he just seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite us being hired killers we still felt bad when we see uninvolved people get hurt, especially people who already seem to be down on their luck. 

Me and toga looked at each other, nodded and decided to take him to a bar we own. Once we got there I called one of my underlings who had a healing quirk, my underling got here as quickly as he could and I told him the situation. He nodded and assessed Eraserheads wounds and told him he could heal him, but he would have to sleep for around a week. The way my underlings (whose name is ren) quirk works is that he can heal most wounds small and serious instantly but the patient will sleep and not wake up for an amount of time depending on the wound. The more severe the wounds make the patient sleep longer, for example healing a broken arm would make the patient sleep for 2 days but healing destroyed lungs will make the patient sleep for around a month. Anyway, me and toga both agreed to look after him for a week and told ren to heal his wounds. 

Little did we know that healing this "Homeless man" Would change our lives forever"

And cutttt, this is a rough draft so I know it sucks. I will edit and polish it later so if its to hard for you to read just wait a bit till the revised version comes out.  Updates are slow because I'm depressed and lonely, anyway if any one has suggestions or wants to talk dm me.