Monster (izuocha)

Epilogue 

"Breaking news! Has the number one pro hero finally met his match?! Stay tuned for more!"

'Fuck off, I have not met my match! I'm just...warming up!'

I say that like I'm not currently missing two arms and a foot...but hey I still have both my legs so until those are gone I'm-

Never mind. One leg. I have one leg.

"For the number one pro hero you sure ain't all that hard to beat! It's pathetic really, to see how far our society has fallen!"

I wasn't really paying attention to anything that bastard was saying, I was more concerned with trying to balance on one leg.

I checked my watch, cursed out loud because at this rate I'd be late, then began hopping towards the slimy dickhead in front of me.

Not my proudest moment I can tell you that much. I hope I don't look half as dumb as I feel right now.

And even more so, I hope that I'm finished soon otherwise I'll have a lot worse coming for me...

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Spoiler alert: I didn't make it in time. Not even close. In fact, I was so late I was expecting to come home to divorce papers lying on my couch, thankfully it was just a sleeping wife.

'Maybe if I sneak in quietly enough she won't notice.'

I closed the door as painfully slowly as possible, and shut it without so much as a creak. I tiptoed along the hallway having memorised every creaky floorboard and making sure to avoid each one like the plague.

So far so good.

At this rate, if I can just make it up the stairs I should be-

"Izuku."

Dead.

At this rate I'm dead.

Right now I have two options. Option one; I turn around and apologise as if my life depends on it...because it does. Or option two; I run like hell and hope that I didn't piss off god more than usual today.

I obviously chose the latter.

Without warning I sprinted forward without so much as looking back, making a beeline for the kitchen.

She can't kill me if I'm the one holding a knife, right?

I could feel her hot on my trail which is more terrifying than being slice and diced by a green sludge monster believe it or not.

"IMSORRYITSNOTMYFAULT!" I screamed embarrassingly high pitched as I clambered up the fridge and sat on the top.

She only gave me a disapproving look and pressed five fingers to her arm, slowly rising up to meet my eyes. I definitely did not think this one through.

This looks like something out of a horror movie!

"Izuku Midoriya." She said with a sickeningly sweet smile that told me I had about two minutes left to live.

I swallowed hard.
"Ochako Uraraka Midoriya."

I see now why people tell you to never get married.

"Care to explain yourself?" Her smile didn't waver.

"No, not really." I take that back. "I mean, I considered hopping my way home but the hospital wouldn't let me go...y'know how they are!" I laughed awkwardly, trying my hardest to ignore my impending doom.

"We agreed 6 o clock, didn't we?"

"Mhm."

"And what time is it right now?"