Three apples a day (deathnote deku)

Chapter 5

A/n: The scene I've started writing this book for will be in the next chap! Also, I'm not dead, this work is not abandoned, I'm just lazy... Anyway, new chap! Whoo!

Neither Inko nor Toshinori were worried when they heard that Izuku went to the park, he always did that when he was upset. After all, a classmate killing would surely take a toll on everybody, and it was just his coping mechanism, right?

They couldn't care now, Izumi was visibly shaken up and needed them now. They'd deal with Izuku when he came home.

"Izumi, sweetie, what can we do for you? Do you want to talk about it?" Inko asked worriedly, her heart aching at seeing her daughter this unhappy.

"Not really mom... it's just... She can't have done it because of something like this... there must've been something going on with her at home..." Suppressing the urge to vomit as the image of the blood and gore on the desk, not far from her comes back into her mind, as vivid as it was the moment the first scream filled the air.

"What do you mean 'something like that'? It's okay if you don't want to talk abou-"

"NO! No, it- it's fine... her boyfriend humiliated her a bit earlier in front of the entire class and everyone was talking about it... god, I- I should've said something, anything!"

"Zumi, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. As you said, something else was probably going on, so it was probably just the straw that broke the camel's back. There's nothing you could've done to prevent it." Toshinori chimed in.

"I'm going to cook your favourite food and then we'll watch your favourite movie, alright?" Inko got up from the sofa, where she sat next to Izumi, but not without giving her a long hug and went to the kitchen. "Toshi, please call Izuku and tell him to come home, we're going to have dinner and he should be back by then"

Meanwhile, Izuku was sitting in the bough of a cherry tree, looking up criminals and writing down names, when a particular news article caught his eyes.

"Stain the hero killer? Why does that guy sound familiar?"

Upon further research, he found a forum, dedicated to the villain they praised as a vigilante.

'HAve u heard about these weird deaths all around the globe?'

'Do you mean the heroes killing themself after killing many villains? I think thats just their guilt tbh'

'Dude, my uncle works w the investigatooors, he sais that it isnt'

'Learn to write'

'I think part of the murders align with stains ideologue a lot'

'True, u think thats another fan of stain?'

Izuku couldn't help but smile, the truth being that he didn't even know about his ideologies until that very minute. Reading through a few quotes from the man himself, he decided that their goals were a bit similar, but definitely not aligned. Izuku for example didn't think that what he was doing was good or fair in any way. He knew that he was self-righteous, but couldn't care less that it technically made him a villain. He was just writing names, right? He never slit any throats or shot people, no he only writes names!

Before he could slip into the rabbit hole of moralities his phone rang, startling Izuku to the point of almost falling out of the tree.

"Hel-hello?"

"Ah, Izuku! Please come home, it's getting late and we will have dinner soon!"

A small notification sound let the boy know that his father ended the call already. He gathered his stuff with a sigh, putting it into his backpack and jumping down from his seat. Still, the black leather felt like it weighed tons and wanted to burn all the goodness from his heart. He fiddled with the straps of his bag to distract himself from the itching of his fingers to return to the blank, deadly pages.

Just before he put his key into the lock he smelled the defty American curry his sister loved so much and he hated with a burning passion. If that really was what they were gonna have for dinner he might as well starve.

Trying to swallow down his worries about going to bed hungry, he opened the door and was met with the sound of an action movie, the smell of curry and something else he didn't manage to identify right away and Ryuks grey body, flying past him and settling down over the couch. The murderer realised only now that the demon following his every step was surprisingly quiet in the park. He'd have to ask him about that when he was up in his room again.

Silently taking off his bright red shoes, the shoes that'd always mark him as a freak and someone different and a target and- no, no, he has to cut off that train of thought before it derails.

"Hey mom, why are we having curry for dinner?"

"AH! Izuku, stop sneaking up on me! I swear, one day I'll have a heart attack because of your quietness."

"Sorry mom"

"I could *hear* you rolling your eyes young man. Anyways, we're having curry because it's your favourite. I thought that after a day like that, a good meal would be nice."

"Mom, I hate curry."

"What? No, you always loved it."

"No, Izumi loves it. I couldn't force it down my throat if my life depended on it..."

"Since when?"

"Since forever.Seriously mom, how could you not realise this?"

"I could've sworn you loved it."

"Well, my favourite food is still Katsudon." And with those last words, Izuku started demonstratively making himself a sandwich, taking the first bite while maintaining straight eye contact with his mother. "Do we have any apples?

Two hours, an uncomfortable dinner and 73 worried glances between his parents, yes Izuku counted, later, the middle schooler locked his bedroom door and pulled the book out of his backpack.

"Hey, Ryuk? Why are you so quiet today? Ever since I let that girl kill herself you've been acting weird and it's freaking me out"

"Have I?" The god let out a soft growl that could almost be interpreted as laughter, "I guess, I've just been busy, trying to guess your next move. Killing her off was pretty bold."

"Why do you think that?"

"More than one death in the same class will raise suspicion. I'd have only killed the worst one, and from what I've gathered, she barely comes close."

"They all have too much to live for, so it'd be even odder for them to kill themself. Truly, it was more of a test of how they react, so I can copy them. She was just collateral, although, she was annoying..."

The greenette let himself fall onto his bed, throwing his arm over his face. He started mumbling, reciting the names he read today, looking how many he remembered. He had a long and bloody path in front of him, it'd pay to be prepared.