Deliver Us (TodoBakuDeku)

Ch. 1

"See you tomorrow!" Izuku called over his shoulder as he walked out of the small bookshop he worked in. The only other employee, his best friend Uraraka, waved after him with a broad smile on her face.

He walked down the street back to his apartment with a bounce in his step. He absolutely loved his life. He had a good-paying, low-stress job, he had a nice place to live and friends. What more could he possibly want?

The adrenaline rush of flicking a knife from your hand and watching it stay true to its course.

No, no, definitely not that. Anything but that.

A frown had made its way onto Izuku's face at the thought. He hadn't handled a knife in years, and he liked it that way. He wasn't an adrenaline junky, never had been.

Or was he?

Of course not, that was ridiculous! Izuku was as normal and mundane as it came. And he liked it that way.

The pop of a gun made him freeze mid-step, his heart skipping a beat.

"Deep breath in, out, then pull the trigger."

He shook his head violently, pulling himself from the memories he'd been pushing away for years. The pops sounded again, drawing Izuku's attention to a few young teenagers lighting off firecrackers in a yard.

Not a gun.

No guns. He liked it that way.

Izuku finally made it back to his apartment, shivering as he entered. He was having an off day, that was all. It was only natural, seeing as their birthday was coming up. He always got fidgety and anxious around this time, like he was expecting something.

"What's there to expect? They're gone," He muttered to himself. He was happy with his life and the current course he was charting, one that held no room for his long-forgotten ghosts. 

Izuku continued mumbling to himself as he picked the mail up from the ground, having landed there after being pushed through the mail slot. He didn't bother to look through it right away, just tossed it onto the table. He began to pull out various ingredients and a pan. His eyes drifted passed anything necessary for soba, saving it for the twentieth, just like he did every year. It was pathetic really.

While waiting for his water to boil on the stove, he meandered back to the small pile of mail on his table. He flipped through a few envelopes, creating two stacks: one for bills and one for trash. His eyes skimmed over the return addresses, checking each sender. All his movements stilled as he caught sight of the familiar, elegant scroll.  His breath caught in his throat as he read over it, over and over again to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Written where his first and last name would normally go was the name 'Deku', crossed off and replaced with 'Green Bean'. There wasn't a return address, but where one was supposed to go said 'Your Kacchan and Shochan'.

With shaking hands, he tried his best to gently open the thick envelope. He ended up tearing the corner, cussing to himself. He pulled out the perfectly folded piece of paper, no doubt it was the work of Shoto. Unfolding it, he held his breath as something fell from it. 

Laid out on his kitchen table, were two computer chips that couldn't have been bigger than a matchbox. His eyes darted back to the letter, which said only two words. 

"Deliver us? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Izuku scoffed to no one but himself. He looked over the enter paper, flipping it around as if they would have added more directions to the back. "I'm not delivering shit." 

Izuku was pissed off, but not stupid. Whatever the hell that letter was supposed to be, he knew it couldn't be good. All he wanted to do was snap the flimsy pieces of plastic and metal and torch the letter, but he knew better.