Deku-Centric One-shots

Killer In The Mirror

Killer In The Mirror
Set It Off
Blood, gore, body horror, insane character, mentions of rapists, implied murder, implied assault, attempting to stab people

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Welp. This is new.

No I will not stop and yes I do update twice today stay tuned for the next one it's like 8,000 words long I'm so tired.

Also, if you're into The Owl House and Hunter angst especially, check out Non-Stop by Pimpkins on YouTube it got me addicted to both the animatic and the song, I've never even watched Hamilton.

Check out The Room Where It Happens by them too, it's so good and I can't stop watching the both of them.

No I'm not okay.

That's all. Just my rant over my obsession.

On with the shit show!

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Izuku shouldn't be allowed to leave the dorms anymore.

For the record, this is not Izuku's fault. He is completely Innocent, capital I and all. Trademark it, copyright it, who cares. But know that this, is not his fault.

The day was so normal, too. Izuku walked through the train station back from one of his favorite cafes, content to begin homework and go for a quick jog afterward. The season of pumpkins had struck, and so the train smelled of pumpkin spice and Izuku welcomed it as he rubbed his hands together. His nose burned from the cold, but he didn't mind.

The train was sparse, leaving Izuku plenty of room to sit down. He took to his phone, scrolling through social media accounts and finally settling on playing a calm hero game. Although now that he attended UA, he was mostly picking apart the avatars' moves.

They were terrible. This game is suddenly terrible.

Izuku huffed a quiet groan and turned his phone off, lifting his hand to watch green sparks race across it. His mouth quirked in amusement.

And since he was content, not in any immediate danger, and still fairly far from the dorms, the world has decided that his luck is nonexistent.

Reminder; none, absolutely none of this, is Izuku's fault.

None. Zip, zilch, ditto, squat.

The train screeched to a sudden halt, and Izuku jerked forward. An older woman let out a squeak. Ironically, she seemed to have a mouse quirk. The other four passenger gripped the ceiling bars tightly.

Izuku stood up and grabbed his hero license. "Don't worry, everyone," he said calmly, making sure they could see the tiny card and giving them a reassuring smile, "I doubt we're in any danger. I'll go to check on the conductor. Miss?" He addressed a middle aged woman, "Could you please be ready to call the police?"

The woman nodded, fumbling for her phone. Izuku bent down to help the older woman up, flashed them a quick smile, and walked briskly to the door that led to the front of the train.

Again, none of this is Izuku's fault.

Before anyone could react or process, a giant hulking robot crashed through the train. The five passengers, one with a child, screamed, scrambling into a corner. The robot swung wildly, and Izuku fired up One For All to shoot over and grab the older woman, sweeping her out of the way. The robot was about the size of the one pointers in the exam, but didn't look as fragile.