The Fallen Hero (completed)

To Rid Thy Hands of Blood

Izuku closed his eyes feeling the warm water soak in his limbs, limbs that had never once seen a full day of rest. It was late around 3:00 am, only around 7 hours since he had first met with the league, to offer his allegiance to their cause. Izuku grabbed the soap nearest to him lathering his locks of hair bubbles rising, his hands going down to scrub his body. In his mind, Toga had sprung into his memories repeatedly.

Her actions, her face, her smile, the more he thought about the crazed girl the harder Izuku had scrubbed, irritation stinging at him as the dead skin his body naturally had was shed cleaning himself. The soap in his hair flowed with the water gliding over his bare flesh, of course, some of the water flow was irregular, his toned athletic body forcing the water to fall in certain paths though they weren't the only cause. his mementos of a past had their routes, their separate streams, his caved-in knife marks had the largest impact.

Izuku placed his hands on the wall in front of him, his eyes opening while his head dropped down staring at the water swirling down the drain. Breathing slowly Izuku finally stood up straight turning off the shower, steam rising off of him. Turning Izuku went to a large towel rack pulling off a single pure white cloth drying his body and hair off tenderly getting every large clump of water he could. Satisfied he tied the towel around his waist covering his most private area.

Exiting the large shower room Izuku headed straight back to his dorm, his pace not fast but not slow either. His footsteps were quiet not out of courtesy but a force of habit, an instinctual action he always took. Climbing each floor Izuku reached his dorm room, the light near his desk still buzzing with life as the #13 notebook sat next to another, a new pristine notebook. Its notes are translated from page to page, drawings, quirk analysis yet it was unfinished. Unwrapping the towel Izuku dressed himself, a new set of boxers, shorts, and a tank top. His hair was still slightly wet but he went unbothered.

Reaching to his bed Izuku grabbed his mask, along with the last two drones Mei had made,  having collected them earlier in the night. Setting them down on his desk Izuku took a seat grabbing the pen he had been using to rewrite his notes. There was a reason this book was different from the others Toru had stolen from him, the information in those were for the most part outdated, written when he had only strived to stay sane. This one however was written when he had been in Aldera it wasn't the safest environment nor was it the most healthy for his mind but out of every year of his life until then it had been the only time he could truly find time to think whether that was after he had been beaten, humiliated, or almost killed it didn't matter.

His notes only improved once he reached U.A, where he was allowed to flourish until he couldn't, that was in the past, however. The contents of this notebook involved heroes of a higher caliber, heroes like Endeavor, Miruko, Ryukyu all the heavy hitters in the hero industry, their weaknesses listed in detail, they weren't the only ones, the quirks of his classmates were also listed and as though that weren't enough theories, ideas on how to use those exact weaknesses to the utmost advantage whether that is in attacking or defending.

This new notebook had some alterations but those who would be given these notes wouldn't know the difference. Information was the greatest tool anyone could obtain, it gave the ability to take down any foe no matter how strong or how fast, though this was itself a double-edged sword. If the information was wrong no matter how small it may be it could prove devastating. Izuku knew this his pen scribbling rapidly his eyes darting backend forth from notebook to notebook, his mind completely occupied. He had no concern for the time he rarely stopped only pausing to clench his fist tightly, only the sounds of cracking knuckles, scribbling and page-flipping was heard.