Just a victim... (suicidal Deku)

Chapter 27

(Sorry for being late im in the mental hospital LMAO
I too forgot like, what happened in the earlier chapters so I'll do like they do in avatar: "in the last episodes of avatar"
Izuku convinced Bakugou to help him train and told him everything about the villain attacks and about his quirk and his whole life story and shit.)

Fuck, he was so tired already.

Bakugou was, in fact, merciless.

Which wasn't surprising at all, considering his actions on their early - late childhood.

It's been.... what, a few weeks? Since they started training.

Every day, actually.

But not all the time after school, so Aizawa or mic wouldn't get too suspicious. Sometimes Izuku snuck out at night, but Bakugou told him that it wasn't very healthy to train at this hour.

The two heroes did get a bit confused when Izuku gave them a specific list with the meals he now had to eat, and they gave him a look at first before deciding that the meals were actually healthy, and as long as he actually ate something it was ok.

And Izuku hated to admit it, but it was going actually good. Izuku felt healthy.

Of course, it was only a week, so it wasn't that much of a progress, but it still was.

And, actually, Izuku started to hate Bakugou just a little bit less!

Just a little bit.

Their classmates sure were confused from the sudden 'friendship' that formed between the two.

Of course they tried to hide it, but they still got caught passing notes to each other in class. Some classmates guessed it was answers to the questions, and some said it was gossip- Mina even suggested love letters, but everyone immediately agreed it was not possible.

Still, the relationship that was formed between the two was indeed, weird.

But except for the few awkward moments in izuku's life, everything was actually going good. He was getting better physically, and he could see an improvement with his quirk.

And he foolishly believed that everything will be good.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes" the women said, even though she wasn't so sure herself.

"This is- this is a bad idea. You know that, right?"

Akumo (the women who can control the dreams, that mf who gave Izuku his nightmares. Yeah, I need a reminder myself I actually forgot her name) was walking around the room, thinking. "I know it is, but if we want to get this mission over with, this could help."

"But- mom, it's- it's too dangerous, it might kill you!"

"No- no it won't." She stopped walking and turned around to face her son. "I'm strong, you know that, right?" He nodded. "And it'll be quick, and it's just a little improvement to my quirk that will help, alright?"

Akuno turned around for him and walked a few more steps towards the door, until someone grabbed her wrist from behind her.

"Promise me you'll be ok?" Her son asked.

And with a face full of sadness, she managed to crack up a smile.

"I promise," she said and ruffled his hair. "You know your mama is strong, right?"she tried to laugh, but could only made out a chuckle.

"I'm serious!" He said, face angry.

"And so am I" she brushed some of his hair from his face with hair fingers, and turned back around.

And without turning back now, she walked through the door, knowing damn well it might be the last time she will ever see her son.

This is was fucked. Everything was fucked.

He didn't even know why she did that? Why his own mother did that?

They were doing fine on their own! With no help from anybody!

But, she basically sold the two of them, for what, a better future?

That's bullshit.

She said that she'll protect the two of them, and yet she managed to connect those stupid villains, and get this stupid dangerous job, and the worst part- those stupid villains got him a quirk.

A quirk! A quirkless boy got a quirk.

This whole thing is fucked.

The boy flicked his fingers and was unamused when the familiar purple glow was around his fingers. And with a simple wave of his hand, the table next to him flew across the room and crashed against the wall.

He turned his face towards his eyes, trying to keep his face calm when the veins on his hand started to become more and more purple.

"'It's for the best,' she said, 'it's for your own good'" the kid basically mocked his mother's words as he put on his punching gloves.

"It's the best choice for us" he threw a punch.

"You're too young to understand!"

Another punch.

"I know what I'm doing!"

The purple glow around his fingers started to come back as he threw yet another punch.

"You don't need to worry!"

His veins became more purple.

His eyes were glowing.

"It's not fucking dangerous! It'll be worth it!"

And with a last punch, the punching bag flew across the room as well, glowing with purple which slowly faded away.

He breathed heavily, staying in the same position.

The purple veins made their way towards his elbow, which made him finally feel the pain of his consequences again.

With a painful cry he fell to the floor, holding his own hands on deer life.

Shit, he forgot how painful it was. To activate the super quirk who wasn't even his.

"It better be fucking worth it, mom." He mumbled and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He looked at his hands and sighed.

His condition was getting worst.

Everything was getting worst.

Jesus, he just wanted to go home.