In Midoriya's apartment...
Midoriya sat on his bed, arranging his notes and preparing for his next assignment. AFO was disappointed at the outcome of the attack on the USJ, but he admitted to expecting such an outcome. Shortly after, AFO asked Deku to go to the upcoming U.A. sports festival and gather intel on the students for future reference. Thanks to Izuku's fangirling, they already possessed significant knowledge on most active and inactive heroes. The students at U.A. were currently the only unknown factor that needed to be examined. Deku looked in the mirror. His hair was growing out, and the dye from the last mission was starting to fade. Knowing you could never be too careful, Deku bleached his hair. With some new contacts, he would blend in perfectly with the crowd.
At the sports festival...
Deku sat in the U.A. sports arena stands and munched on some popcorn he had bought himself. All the better to blend in, Deku told himself, not denying he would still enjoy eating it. As the stands filled and the atmosphere grew, Deku grabbed his camera and started recording. He would re-watch the video later to see if he had missed anything. He then grabbed his notepad and a pen and patiently waited for the show to begin. The hero representative Midnight said a speech about how Class 1-A had survived the USJ attack and how all eyes were on them tonight. After that, it begun. Deku smiled inwardly. This would be fun.
Deku had made significant notes on each student and their quirks. He knew Todoroki refused to use his left side (probably due to Endeavor being his father), Tokoyami's Dark Shadow was sentient and capable of thinking independently which greatly intrigued Deku and that despite some not having the best quirks, all of Class 1-A were quite powerful.
The festival ended shortly after that. As Deku left the stadium he felt a pang of sadness in his chest. A part of him wished that he was on that podium, that he was in Class 1-A, that he was a hero.
He smashed that sadness into bits.
He knew it was impossible. He hadn't chosen this life. It had chosen him. If life wanted him to be a hero, he would have been born with a quirk. But he hadn't, so he couldn't. He briskly walked away from the stadium, leaping onto the first building and parkouring towards the Leagues base. He never felt the tears that he left behind; they were memories of a life he hadn't lived, footprints of a path he hadn't walked. And it was useless to dwell on what might have been.
Somewhere in the city...
Stain stood over the body. He yanked the blade from its target and relished the site of it squirming. He raised the blade once more, intending to strike once more and end its suffering, but he heard the sound of a siren. The cops were on there way. Stain leapt to the rooftop, watching as the police arrived and helped the body into an ambulance. He smiled. It was true he would purge the world of fake heroes, but "purge" didn't mean "kill". That person (should they survive) would be a Hero no more. Stain turned away a ran towards his lair, knowing that the Pro Hero Ingenium was dead.
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Villain Deku - Broken
AksiEver since Izuku Midoriya was discovered to be quirkless, his life has been nothing but torment. So what will he do when he is offered an escape to his endless cycle of pain?
