A Foul Demon

An Unstable Soul

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Endeavor's POV:

I was the one who brought Midoriya Inko to the hospital.

As I was patrolling in the city of Musutafu, I saw a lovely home with its door wide open but the windows covered from the inside by the white curtains. I didn't mind it that much but I had a bad feeling as I got closer to the residence.

As I went to walk towards the house, not a little moment later, a person with a black hoodie, has their face covered by the hood of their attire whilst looking down and their hands on its pockets, came out of the house, walking away from it quite hastingly as if they were in a hurry.

I had my suspicions on them which was why I came to them and stood in front of that person, they immediately stiffened up once they realized who was in their presence. I then realized it was a man.

"Endeavor?" He asked as he slightly looked up and as he did, I saw a mask covering his face but his red staggering eyes. I had a hunch that he did something wrong but I didn't wanted to attack him without any valid reason. He's not a villain, after all. At least... not yet until he proved his innocence.

"Is that your house?" I asked as I looked down on him due to our heights' significant difference.

He then looked at me and answered "Yes. I was just about to go to the store, did I do something wrong?" He asked nicely in return.

But still, this feeling inside my body is not going away, it's like my guts is telling me that he did something wrong, I just don't know what or if I should believe in it. His very presence disturbed my calm nature, forcing my flames' temperature to go higher without me realizing it.

As I looked at him, I analyzed his physique. He was half my size, his figure tells me that he's not more than 20 years old, reasonably tall for someone I think is a student, and has great looking masculine even though he wore a baggy hoodie.

I wanted to ask him more questions, I wanted to know more about him but those questions and will to do so just hung on the edge of my throat and never came out. Just... a normal goodbye and appreciation for cooperating.

"No. Have a good day, young man." The two of us nodded as we part our ways on this street.

'I should check that house just in case' That thought crossed my mind. A guy with a black hoodie and its hood is up to cover his hair and a mask that covers the face but the eyes is too suspicious to be going out of an opened household. Sure, it might just be his favourite attire and I'm thinking way too much about this but my stomach can't stop getting this disturbing feeling, as if it's not positioned on the right place.

So I did what I wanted to do. I walked towards the household but stopped infront of the opened door. "Sorry for disturbing in but-" the sight I saw was stomach turning.

My eyes went wide and I felt like some mysterious liquid is going to come out of my mouth the moment my gaze landed upon inside of the house. I saw a young woman, naked and covered with devastating wounds, lying on her own pool of blood, her arms twisted in a pattern that looks like a spiral, her thighs being as red as the blood her body is emitting from all of the open wounds.

Her current state didn't looked that pleasing to the human's eyes but I could care less.

I quickly looked back to see if the young man is still there but he was gone. Vanished like he was never there. I wanted to go after him, he might still be close nearby but seeing this poor lady bleeding is just too much of a sacrifice to catch a villain I don't even know where.