Death Of A Hero

Izuku Midoriya

7 years ago, with deku in a back alley after school

*Ring ring...Ring-"

"What."

"I've made my decision, I'll join."

"Ahh, great. Come by at 7pm tonight we'll sort stuff out."

*beep beep beep*

Izuku had just gotten out of school for the day, although he was meant to be going straight to the dorms he decided he'd join the league of villains. He had just came back to UA after his 'solo trip' of vigilantism. (Is that even a word?) Truth is, he had learned the truth about the fucked up truth about the hero commission a few months ago and had been in contact ever since. He'd go over to the villains base/new bar two nights a week, the heroes thought he was on patrol and were alright with it because he was one of six powerful students who were allowed to, with granted permission from the police and HPSC themselves. Instead of giving them information he realised that the 7 villains treated eachother and izuku like a real family, unlike the heroes he was used to, always fighting eachother and stabbing eachother in the back for a higher rank instead of doing their job. Izuku honestly liked hanging out with the league, or now the PLF (Paranormal liberation front) He found them to be honest people who were pushed into villainy with no other choice.

*four years later*

I fled to Tokyo, which was the safest option at this point. I quickly found a small apartment not far from a coffee shop and applied for a new ID. I used some of the money to get a whole new closet and pay for the apartment and the furniture inside it. The next day I decided I'd see if they were hiring, to my delight, they were. I applied under my brand new name, Hakira Aruki. I get accepted the same day and I got started on the next Monday. I managed to get a hold on a few precious quirk cancelling poison vials somehow and get them up on the black market. I had decided my villain name would be aku no shibito meaning evil dead man, y a pointer to my other two times on faking my own death. I'm pretty much a pro at this point. I sat down in my new apartment, regretting everyone of .y decisions since I was 14, taking all might's quirk and going to UA. If only I could've been a doctor or something safer, if only I could have remained quirkless dammit.

*bang*

I punch the wall in anger, hating how my life had turned out at this point. Dammit, I was a hero. I was everything I had ever wanted to be. But no. Instead I had to betray the very thing I was at the top of and fake my death. Twice! I hated myself, and everything people had pushed me to by that point. I quickly sat up and snapped out of it, deciding to go on a walk. It was late so I was half expecting to find crime. Ykw, fuck it, I thought, I'll become a vigilante.
And there it was. I put on a different outfit and mask from the one I'd wear during black market deals and headed out. I had done it once before I could do it again.

End of chapter

Writers note:I'll do a part two of this chapter tomorrow but I'm really tired so goodnight! Thankyou for reading an as always comment if you want anything changed<3