A/N: So I don't really like Aizawa's whole "logical ruse" thing, because it reinforces the idea that flashy quirks are equal to strength and usefulness as a hero, which doesn't make sense as Aizawa doesn't even have a flashy quirk, along with a lot of other methods the teachers use. UA is meant to test limits, sure, but majority of the teaching shown in my hero is just irresponsible in my opinion, so I'm changing a lot of it. Thanks for reading!
TW: Violence/body horror type imagery, implied/referenced self harm, suicide, underage drinking, smoking, and sexual content.
Katsuki's POV:
Auntie Inko died in the hospital a few years back. We had only been informed after her death when Deku went missing. He had supposedly been paying hospital bills, even with Japans medical insurance rule it was a shock he could afford it. No one really knew what the 12 year old had done to get the money, or to hand it in without being caught.
He had lied to the police that day, saying he was going to stay with family friends who'd cover the cost. "They're pretty well off." He'd said to a rather inexperienced officer, before slipping out the door while all the other heroes and paramedics loaded Auntie in the ambulance. (The whole friend thing probably wasn't true, likely more of a comfort than anything. Most of this probably wasn't true. The lie wasn't bad, at this point he was still alive. I just know Deku doesn't have friends.)
The hospital had called the number he left for them when she died, informing him the other contact would be called should he fall unable to have her buried or take care of anything else.
The only other contact left was the old hag who Auntie hadn't contacted in years.
Only my parents had been brought into the room to be updated on the situation, but I curled up and pressed my ear to the door.
Those words stuck in my mind like glue.
I don't think I could forget even if I wanted to.
The last interaction I ever had with him was getting my ass kicked. I constantly wonder what else I didn't know.
Why did Auntie Cut us off from your lives?
Why did you have those bruises and scrapes and cuts and bite marks?
Why didn't I ask?
Why didn't I care?
Why are you dead?
On the day of the funeral, everything was gray. The skies rumbled and shook, ready to storm and sweep trees leaves away. Break roofs. Make people curse at the hail dents on their car.
Auntie Inko's casket was heavy with a body.
Dekus was empty. But it was so much heavier.
Third Person POV:
Izuku put his shoes on the counter, leaning back with a magazine and cigarette. Music at such a high volume you could hear it outside his mangled earbuds blasted in his ears.
So loud he almost didn't notice the three teenagers entering the store. Almost.
He glanced above the magazine he was looking at, hidden behind another that he wasn't reading.
They were probably the same age as him.
Maybe somewhere out there, I would be like that too. Happy and star eyed, laughing with friends who's only worries are homework and how expensive their after school snacks are in total.
He looked back down at his magazine, wasting time on what if's won't get him anywhere anyways.
I remember how moms skin was a colorful canvas in front of my father. Beat in purple and yellow.
They mixed together in ugly bruises.
No point in reminiscing now.
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Axis (old)
Fanfiction(Please note this fic is very messy and not actually complete. Another version titled Axis (new) is the one you should read first.) What does it mean to be a hero? That's a question for the ages. It seems morality loses to evil. Heroes are villain...
