Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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ITSUMI MIDORIYA WALKS in the dark once again. The anger that she felt just hours before when Izuku open his letter was just as fresh in this moment. It felt like her veins were being encased in white hot flames, searing the skin off her body. She waited until both her mother and brother were both asleep before she snuck out. Her body couldn't hold it anymore, her fingers were craving the sensation of blood on their flesh, her emotions were bursting at the seams wanting to unleash total destruction.
So as the winter night produces a shower of rain, making patches of black ice freeze on the asphalt, Itsumi stalks through the city. Her heeled boots are the only sound, an ominous symphony of death. It was a warning. An omen. Because for once, the green haired girl doesn't have a target. Anyone and everyone will die by her hands if they cross paths with her.
After all, she paves the road to her future. Or this case, leaves a trail of dead bodies in her wake!
As the woman continues to hunt for her victims like the true predator she is, she comes across her first prey.
"I'm telling you, captain, I'm canvassing a known comfort ground of the Body Crush Killer. Y- No, I didn't come up with the name!"
Itsumi pauses, standing in the dark to obscure herself in the shadows, while staying out of the detective's vision. He's aged, looks around mid thirties or early forties. The fact that he's around her father's age is what seals the deal for her. Plus, it's even better that he has dark hair, not curly, but still. She can work with that.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be on time to make my rounds. I'll even make sure to grab some pastries for the office," the man reassures.
Itsumi gives a manic grin at his foolishness. It's ignorant men like him that make her killing a lot easier.
"Yeah, see ya later," the man says before hanging up. He takes out his flashlight, taking cautious steps in the dark.
With a final smirk, she drops her smile and enters a facade to fool the man. Walking silently, making sure her heels don't make a sound, she backtracks into a small alley and around the building to come up behind him. Cunning like the fox, she plays her part perfectly.
Now that she's behind him, Itsumi goes back to walking normally, loudly to alert him of her presence. And it works, too. The sounds of her heeled boots are enough to make him turn around, slightly alarmed. As he sees the figure of a young woman, the detective becomes protective.
"Miss! You shouldn't be out here in the very dark hours of the night! It's dangerous," he warns, stepping closer to her.
Itsumi gives him a wide eyed look of confusion. "Wha- Dangerous? Why? Did something happen?"
