Deku Vigilante AU: Kurai

Chapter 2: Disappearing from this broken society!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of abuse and bullying, mention of death and loss.

Izuku's POV
I hear a beeping sound. It's regular. I look around. Plain walls, plain door, IV drip... Wait, IV drip?! I realise that I'm in the hospital.

I have no idea why I'm in the hospital. Then everything comes flooding back to me. We were going home... Villain attack... MOM! Where's mom? Is she okay?

I hear a click as the door opens. Turning, I see a doctor come in. "How's my mom? Is she okay? Where is she?" A flurry of questions burst out of my mouth.

"Izuku, I... We're sorry, your... Your mother didn't make it."

My whole world comes crashing down onto me. I don't say anything back. I can't say anything. My throat is burning. I can smell the smoke and ashes of the villain attack. I can feel the scorch on my skin. I can see the licking of the flames. No, please, no. My mom can't be gone. My mom can't be gone. My mom can't be gone.

My mind is whirling right now. I remember everything. The heroes... They were just standing there. Weren't they supposed to save people? Why didn't they save mom? Why would the heroes, whom I've been admiring for so long now, not save my mom?

3rd Person POV
The green-haired boy grows disillusioned with the heroes from a young age. Shortly after leaving the hospital, he's admitted to an orphanage. It's never easy for the Quirkless outcast, though.

Izuku's POV
"Quirkless loser! You're a waste of space!"
"Deku, that fits you. Since you're Quirkless and useless."
"Useless! Hurry up and do the chores! The only reason why this orphanage took you in is because the government said they'll pay me money if I do, so hurry up and do your work!"

I hate the orphanage. I hate my school. I hate the caretaker, who only took me in because of money, who makes me do all the work and chores, who beats me up every night. I hate Kacchan, no, Bakugo, who hates me because I'm Quirkless, beats me up every school day, tells me to take a swan dive off the roof. I hate the other kids in the orphanage, who think I'm lower than them, who sneer at me and kick me around.

I hate my life.

Heroes never saved me before. Not even kids who want to be heroes helped me. If I become a hero, I'll be working with these kinds of people. But I still want to save people. I want to save people whom the heroes don't. So I should be a vigilante, shouldn't I? Vigilantes are illegal. Hunted by villains and heroes alike. But they actually save people.

I'm escaping.

I've been training in secret. Barely getting sleep. All to strengthen up enough to run away. Run away from this orphanage. Run away from the bullying and abuse. Run away from society.

It's a cool night. Wind blows in my face as I crouch on top of my windowsill. Yes, this should be dangerous. Do I care? Nah, not really.

I jump.

3 stories of falling later, I tuck up my legs and roll. I crash into the ground with minimal damage, standing up immediately and running. I'm free. For the first time in my life, I'm free.

I run as far away as I can. From the orphanage, from my school, from the bullies, from everything and everyone. From this mess of a Quirk-based society.

-Timeskip brought to you by Korosensei flying to get food at Mach 20- (Izuku is 10 years old)

Izuku's POV
It's been a year since I ran away. A year since I vanished from the system. Nobody ever bothered to find me— I'm quirkless and therefore useless, so no one cared or even reported my disappearance. I've been training. Training to become an illegal hero. Training to become a vigilante.

Help this chapter was such a pain yet such a fun thing to write— I blame writer's block. Sorry if this chapter sounds weird. I feel weird right now. I seriously can't wait for Izuku's vigilante persona. This'll be so fun.

Word Count: 724

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Thanks for reading this chapter, see you soon readers! —CloudBunny