The Grimm Villain: Deku

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SPOILER ALERT!!! This first chapter is probably gonna be short, so I apologize in advance for that.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Actions*

NO POV

It had been months since the death if Izuku Midoriya. No one mourned him. There wasn't even a funeral for the poor boy. Even in death he was mocked, laughed at and hated, still considered to be as useless in death as he was while he lived. All of it just for being born without a quirk. Even those who didn't even know him hated him for being quirkless, for not having any abilities that he could use. Even his own family didn't bat an eye upon getting the news of Izuku's passing. Inko just laughed about it, claiming that everyone was better off dead. Toshinori Yagi, the current number one hero, never once even cared for the well being of his son. So it was no surprise when he claimed that Izuku was just as useless in death as he was in life. But Izumi was happy. She didn't have to spend her days living with a quirkless nobody anymore. She was finally free from the shame of having such a weak sibling. Well, "sibling" wasn't a word that she would ever allow herself or anyone else to use.

But no one knew of the storm that they had wrought. The people and heroes of Japan hadn't even the slightest inkling of the storm that was coming to rock their society. Because Izuku Midoriya, the boy once called useless amd pathetic by all, was back. And he was planning to send their society crashing down and piss on the smoldering rubble that remained. None would be sparred from his wrath. For he was never once shown mercy by the world, and he would show no mercy to the very world that had shunned and mocked him.

Somewhere outside of Hosu City

NO POV

A young green haired boy lied on the ground, beaten and bloody, his body broken nearly beyond recognition. He thought that the fall would have been enough to kill him. That his misery would finally be put to a swift and semi-painless end. So why was he still here? He had planned out everything so well, and yet here he was now. Dying slowly, in perpetual agony as he lied there in the cold hard ground unable to move. The bones in his arms and legs were shattered beyond belief, the sharp fragments that remained were piercing his own body. His shattered ribs had punctured his lungs, blood dripping from his mouth as he began to feel the warm crimson liquid in his throat as he struggled to take in a breath of air. This was not what he had planned at all when he finally decided that be would end it all.

Izuku wanted so badly for the agony to just finally be over so that he could be free of this mortal coil, free from the suffering and endless torment that haunted his every waking moment. But now he was there, far from the eyes of those who would choose to judge him, and even farther from anyone who would help him. Not that anyone would. He knew that no one would willingly choose to help him. After all, he was nothing but a quirkless nobody. No one would even bother to help him. All they'd do is laugh at his pain. They'd take enjoyment in his pain.

Izuku: 'W-Why can't this all just end?'

Tears fell from his eyes, rolling down his face and cheeks like a waterfall as they mixed with the pool of blood that had now formed on the ground that he was lying on. He didn't have the strength to move his body, let alone scream for help or even to speak in a whisper. His bloody lips quivered as he whimpered softly, his eyelids slowly growing heavier and heavier as he began to loose consciousness.

Izuku: 'Goodbye.....cruel world.'

With that, Izuku closed his eyes as they world faded away into nothing. Nothing but inky black darkness and silence.