Deku-Centric One-shots

Burn The House Down

Burn The House Down
AJR
Graphic descriptions of bullying, past bullying, suicide baiting, guns, arson, murder, school shooting, child murder, mentioned underage drug use, this is not at all friendly, I can't make Katsuki a bad person so he's just not here

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I needed something to write and didn't want to do any of my main books so I came up with another one-shot named after a song. Kind of bummed out that I'm not listening to Achilles, but this is a mood and I will have this.

Ignore me I'm sleep deprived.

So here's a villain Deku dump! I've never written villain Deku, I'm not the biggest fan of it, but I had this idea a couple months ago and it just resurfaced and dude I need this.

(I made two covers cause the one up top didn't fit but I liked it too much)

On with the shit show!

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Izuku has been nervous all day. Terrified of being caught.

For some reason unknown even to him, there was a gun in his bag. A real, loaded gun.

In his bag.

In his school.

So far, it stayed that way. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get out of school without being caught and throw the weapon in a river.

Or slip it in Onohuki's bag, a traitorous part of his brain whispered, she deserves it, blaming you for the cigarettes.

Izuku shook his head. No, that was just plain mean. He wasn't a bully, he wanted to be a hero!

Heroes don't purposely bring guns to school, the whispering voice sung. Izuku pushed it to the back of his mind and stood up as the bell ring, signaling fifth period. And gym.

God, Izuku hated gym. He was unfit, as in crazily skinny. Walking fishbone. It never worked in his favor.

You could skip. Hide in the bathroom, leave school altogether.

Izuku inwardly groaned at voice in his head and imagined smacking it with a spiked baseball bat.

It was actually pretty soothing.

(That should've been his first warning sign)

As he filed into gym, he could catch snickers directed at him behind his back. He stared at the ground, forcing himself to remain stoic.

Of course, they started off with long distance running. Something Izuku excelled in failing at. Fantastic.

Every time someone passed him yet again and gave a taunting grin, he couldn't help but imagine their head rolling to a stop in front of their bleeding, bullet covered body.

Izuku shook his head, starting to get a little scared. He must not be getting enough sleep. He shouldn't be thinking these things.

After nearly an hour of gym, everyone was effectively sweaty and exhausted. They were all sent to the showers.

Izuku quickly stole a stall before someone else could and wasted all the hot water. He relaxed under the hot stream, even as middle school showers were plain gross.

Izuku tilted his head at the sound of snickers leaving the shower room, but thought nothing of it.

When he finished, humiliation filled his core.