Izuku is changed before everyone else, slipping away before people start questioning anything.
Bruises, scars, hickeys. People suck.
His costume is simple, effective not flashy. A metal respirator style mask covers the bottom half of his face, cancelling out any noise he might make. It also serves as a gas mask, made by the support department just like his design.
He sits in his place on the bus. (Alone) Fiddling with the sizing with a screwdriver. That mask fits perfect, too perfect. He makes it slightly tighter than it should be, just shy of biting into his skin.
The pain keeps him grounded, picking at the skin around his fingernails and tugging at the bandages hidden beneath his sleeves.
The USJ, huh?
"We are the league of villains, surrender or die."
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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...
