Izuku didn't know how long he was walking, it could have been half a minute and feel like five hours.
He was lost, that's the best way to describe it, not only physically but mentally too. He was lost, and cold so so cold. It had been barely an hour after it all happened, and it happened so quick. Too quick for izuku's mind to take it all in at once.
The rain battered down, as though it was mocking him, drenching his clothes and filling his shoes with rainwater, he cringed every time he stepped, disturbing the small pond where his shoes once were. Izuku hoped at least that his notebooks were safe, not too wet in his sagging bag.
Although some part of his mind doubted it.
Puddles formed on the side paths and fields were flooded, looking as though the ocean had deserted it home and decided that they liked the fields much better. He didn't really know where his feet were taking him, just away from the place, away from the memories that will probably forever haunt him.
Oh god, why did this have to happen to him? why him? Quirkless little izu-deku. He really was a deku wasn't he? stupid, worthless, useless, deku.
Izuku kicked a large clump of heavy, wet mud. It sprayed over his already soaking trousers, and his shoes didn't hold the bright red they did this morning. As the rest of the mud splattered over the field like a firework he looked up.
Large green eyes that once held a bright spark widened, and izuku ran.
It was small and falling apart but it was something. An old farmhouse on the outskirts of his village, him and kachan used to explore it when there weren't any homeless people living in it.
Oh how the tables have turned.
The old barn looked more like a shed, izuku wasn't even sure if he would wake up if he fell asleep, looking at the unsteady roof.
He would have to find somewhere else in the future, he couldn't stay here no matter how much he wanted to. He needed food and there wasn't a shop unless he went back into his old town. That was out of the question.
He would need to go to a populated area, especially if he was actually going to do what he was thinking. He would need to live in the city a couple of miles north of his town. Hosu.
The sound of thunder snapped him out of his thoughts, it seemed as though the building shook as a bright flash shook his small frame. Thankfully the thunder didn't last long, the storm was moving faster than he thought. Izuku didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing as the next thing that came was a downpour.
The rain collected in a small puddle on the floor, leaking through the roof he guessed. Looking up he saw cracks and mould, cobwebs and insects mingled with each other. Straw and dirt stuck to his wet clothes, he was worried about where he would find somewhere to wash his clothing if it got dirty. If it was under different circumstances Izuku would have ran out screaming, terrified of even the thought of looking at the insects, especially spiders.
But now he understood, they were just like him, trying to survive in this awful world.
As he settled down, some part of his mind knew what he was doing, not going to the authorities. They wouldn't accept him, nobody would want to take him in any way. He was just a quirkless loser, just like kachan said he was. He was right all along. Nobody would want izuku, he could take a swan dive off the roof of the building, actually do it.
But before he could consider the possibility him mind shut him down. No that's ridiculous, he had already done enough.
He knew what he'd done.
He knew that he'd faked his death.
He knew that everyone gave up on him.
His father.
His best friend.
The heroes.
And now mom wasn't even around because of the heroes. Those heroes. The heroes that he admired so bloody much that he wrote entire notebooks dedicated to each and every one. Izuku felt hot rage burn him, it bloomed in his chest like a rose bush. Red petals bled and stained his heart, sharp, unforgiving thorns cut his eyes. And now he could see, he could see the truth. He dropped his bag and as the bang echoed round the old abandoned building. He screamed. Izuku screamed. He wouldn't stop screaming until his mind was blank. He screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse and throat was burning raw.
And as izuku collapsed onto the small clump of squishy straw, he silently asked if things would get better. His hands scraped against the old damp wood, and rusted nails that stuck out like rotten teeth. He asked if things could get better, that, or if he died peacefully.
As Izuku fell asleep that night he couldn't help but let a tear slip down his cheek.
He made up his mind.
He would show them all.
They only care about money, fame and fortune, not actually saving people.
Izuku would be the one that saves people, better than those heroes. Better than most.
This would be the last time he would pity himself.
Last time he cried.
Because he can't let others see that he has a weakness.
Not again.
Not ever.
His mind was swallowed by the blackness as he clutched his bag, his last resources, his last piece of his broken home.
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Authors note:
This is quite depressing compared to my other stories, but you wouldn't have vigilante izuku without some trauma!
Hope you enjoy this book, this will probably be a classic dadzawa and papamic rescuing this poor broken problem child, him making a name for himself and we all love our detective who really needs a break ( detective tadashi) ??? Idk how to spell :)
Anyway hope you enjoy the book if I actually continue it! So long for now xx
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De Todo"He was lost, that's the best way to describe it, not only physically but mentally too. He was lost, and cold so so cold." Izuku Midoriya, never became a hero. In fact he hated the hero's, attention seeking bastards. He didn't manage to chase his d...
