Morally Dark

8

Izuku POV

The next few weeks were surprisingly normal. Class. Train. Study. Nothing new to report.

Broke into a few bars with Toga to get free booze, with her impersonating some hot, new, up-and-coming pop star and me as her delicious arm candy.

Even forced a very unwilling Shigaraki to sit through most of my improv show before he started decaying all the furniture in the club as payback for the "lifelong emotional trauma" I had inflicted on him. But that day ended on high. Quite literally. I might have slipped him some edibles and taped him confessing his undying love to kurogiri. Love of demolishing this whole bastard hero society, but still.

Somehow I simply couldn't get myself to contact Dabi.

It didn't matter. I had other things to obsessively worry about. Like. Uh. Like the next plan. Yes, that was something valid and actual that I had to consider.

I already had a preliminary lay out of what had to be done next. What remained was conveying that to my ..superior. Definitely not something I was looking forward to.

But I pushed all my thoughts aside. Toga had wanted to "hang out" today. That's all the information she had provided. And I really wished it translated to arson.

Apart from our common objective of destroying this vastly partisan society, members of the League also conducted personal business which wasn't associated with the name. And almost always it was vigilantism. We either caught the falling glass or broke the hands pushing them off the table. And it wasn't always violent. But when it was, it was fun.

I expected today to be one of her more serious missions since she rarely ever brought a tag along. That was until I was standing in front of an abandoned parking lot. Perfect spot for non-committal threatening or even disposal, but I could only sense one person deep within the compound. It seemed an unlikely, and far too boring mission to have been taken by her. I reached for my phone and saw her message pop up.

Himihoe 🔪🩸: Heyyy izuu

A second later.

Don't kill me but..

Bad start.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket not wanting to know what lame excuse she had given.

Blackwhip shot out of my knuckles and wrapped itself around the target that had begun approaching.

I didn't need to know what wretched crime this person had committed to even grab the attention of the likes of people like us. They just needed to be dealt with.

I figured if I got done with this quick enough, I would still have time to drop by the bar and replace all her blood vials with cranberry juice.

"Ever the vigilant one, huh?" a familiar voice echoed in the deserted lot.

The black tendrils shot back at the same speed they had extended. Oh fuck no. I was not dealing with this tonight.

"What are you doing here?" I heard myself, distant and a little lost.

His heterochromatic eyes shone in the moonlight as he walked closer to me.

"I should be asking you that."

I shook myself out of the daze and feigned ignorance, "I was just walking back from a nearby café when I thought I heard someone call out for help."

"Cut the bullshit Midoriya. No one is here. You don't need to pretend." His carefully calibrated exterior of a cold, aloof student crumbled.

My eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?" I repeated.