You are the one.(tododeku)

Chapter 2 : Invisible identity

Midoriya walked home that evening thinking about his encounter with Rikyu. He still lived with his mother in their apartment. He went up the elevator and unlocked their front door.

"Hi mum" "I'm home" he called out. Inko was in the kitchen making dinner. She turned around and gave her son a bright smile. "How was your day?" she asked.

Midoriya thought for a moment remembering what Rikyu had asked him for. "It was quite fine ,thanks." " Just like the usual?" his mother asked. "Yeh" he answered not wanting to bother his mother about the villain in question.

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Midoriya POV

I decided that asking mum right now wouldn't be the best choice. But then what could I ask her. If I were to ask " Should I go find the smiling man?" she would definitely say no.

I walked towards my bedroom."Dinner will be ready soon" my mother called after me. "Yes mum." I replied. I decided to go on the internet and find out more about this certain smiling man. Why did he save Rikyu? Why did he become a villain? Who was he?

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Smiling man POV 

(To be honest. Did I even tell you who smiling man is. I think you could guess from the story description already. Yes you are, right. There's only one person in question.)

I was lying down on a worn out sofa. My black and white hair falling on my eyes. The cloth was torn open in some places and you could see the yellowish futon inside. It was scratchy, but I didn't mind. It was the most comfortable thing in the room, though. 

This is my hideout, it's a worn down mansion in a poor part of town. It was quite and undistrubing  , just the right place. There was lots of rooms but I don't use them much. I don't always come here either. I'd rather walk around town hiding in people's shadows.

As you know I'm the smiling man . I was once todoroki Shoto, son of endeavor, but not anymore. I hate heroes and their fake heroic thoughts. In my villain job I use both my quirks and my signature katana . I've trained and got a lot of experience in the past many years. To me it feels really normal to kill someone now.I sighed as I got up for the sofa. A picture fell out of my jacket pocket.

It was of a teenaged young boy about five years of age with dual color hair. His heterocromia eyes shone at the camera. Next to him was a teenager with short white hair. On the other side was girl with glasses, a bright smiled played on her lips. And in the center was a middle aged woman with long snow, white, hair.

Todoroki stared at the photo which was now on the floor for a moment. "Ring Ring" the sound of his phone ringing cut his thoughts. He took the phone out and looked at the caller.

"Stapler face" is what the screen said. He gave a grunt and picked it up. "What do you want now" he said half annoyed in to the phone.