Toxin

Third, I suck in writing, I don't even know why I'm writing this.

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Swoosh

Izuku rolled out the bed, dodging the knife.

Hitting his head on the other bed, he looked up at the figure. It was him. But different, his fluffy green hair was darker and less wild, his bangs were gelled to the side. And he was wearing a green dress shirt with a black tie, under a black vest and pants, and the only seemingly similar trait was his iconic red shoes (Never forget and change the shoes!).

" I made sure Toga never had and will never get a single drop of my blood... So, who are you? " His other self questioned. His voice, sounding calmingly cold and a little lower than usual. What's going on? How did he- From my dream- I- What was I dreaming again?! And Toga?! So he isn't Toga?! Wait, who am I?? Why is he asking ME?! Shouldn't it be the other way around-!

Izuku didn't get to finish that thought when he barely dodged a bullet. "I'll ask again, Who Are You?" Other Izuku asked, releasing charisma stronger than Stain's. The original couldn't move -he was too scared to but forced himself to when another bullet was shot. He couldn't effectively dodge it and ended up getting his left kneecap shot. (As much I want Villain!Deku to be a little more gentle, I concluded that his personality is frequently described as cold and calculating.)

He yelled in pain, but his attention swiftly switched from the pain to his other self when he collapsed onto his left kneecap. He held his fallen knee, quickly checking what could've hit him. To both of their shock and confusion, he had the same bullet injury he just inflicted. The other Izuku looked at his weak look-alike and smiled with closed eyes. He looked innocent for a moment there until he opened his eyes, revealing empty blood-red ones.

" Either you have two quirks, the other being karma-like quirk, or this is just all an illusion. " Carefully standing up again and putting the gun back in its holster, the other Izuku instead drew out a syringe with purplish-blue liquid. "Either way, I'll figure it out. "

He attempted to step closer but was pushed through the wall from an air blast. Midoriya lowered his hand, his fingers slightly numb and red. He didn't charge 100%. But he did go over what he usually can handle.

He sighed as the school's alarm went off, indicating an attack.

The other heroes should be here soon, but I shouldn't relax about that. UA's built differently, its walls aren't standard concrete, and it has three layers. The fact that I was able to throw a person THROUGH it is incredible. Back to the topic at hand, surely he must be unconscious or heavily injured right now.

His mutter (Yes, he was muttering) was followed by a low rumble and a killer aura that made him shiver and internally groan.

Curse my luck.

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" Oi! Pink cheeks! Where's Shitty Deku?!" yelled Bakugou

" Aww, Bakubro! Are you worried about Midobro? " Teased Kirishima and Kaminari.

" SHUT UP! SHITTY HAIR! DUNCE FACE!" retorted the pomeranian.

" Midoriya-chan was hit with an unknown quirk yesterday, his in the infirmary, but Aizawa sensei said he should be able to attend classes today. Kero." Asui answered for her visibly worried friend, Ochako.

" We should focus on classes for now. Everyone go to your seats! Sensei will be here any minute!" Iida commanded, pushing his glasses up and chopping the air.