I'm The True Hero

Chapter 12: Allies

Izuku slammed the diary on the ground and grunted in anger. He could not believe his own father would do this to him. He knows I'm quirk less and I want to become a pro hero, but he prefers to help her over me! He was even willing to do this! And didn't think once about me!

He walked to his room and quickly got on his knees. He reached under his bed and pulled out a duffle bag. He opened to make sure he had clothes, snacks, water, and money. He quickly closed it and zipped it up fast. He turned towards his closet, and he got a notification. He turned it on and saw the same anonymous number texting him again. He slowly tapped the tab and the message popped up.

"Well, well, well. It looks like you found out on your own. Admittedly, I did not expect you to look through her diary. I guess your assumptions can be changed."

Izuku took no time to reply to the message.

"Who are you and how do you know I just looked through her diary?"

"You'll find out sooner or later. And I can tell based on how you rushed into your room."

Izuku's eyes widened and looked up at his window. He reached for his blinds and closed them and closed his curtains. He reached for his lamp on his nightstand and turned it on. He looked around his room to make sure he was the only one in his room. He turned back to his phone.

"Who are you!?"

"You'll find out sooner later. And you will find out once you go to this address. 1234*********"

Izuku looked at the address with a question.

"Why would I go there?"

"Because you have nowhere to go. There is a bed, food, TV, and not to forget to mention, it's a shelter."

Izuku paused for a moment. "Why are you helping me?"

"I told you; I want to, and we are the same."

"I don't know who you are."

After Izuku sent that message, he did not get a message back. He paused before he went back to his bag. Once he made sure he got everything together, he grabs his bag and put it over his shoulder. He looked at the window and began to take the latches off. That's when he stopped in the middle of his tracks and looked behind him. He thought and thought until he came up with an idea.

He drops the bag and walks straight to Izumi's room without giving a care in the world about how much noise he was making. He grabbed the diary off the ground, flipped to the page, and tore it out. He turned towards the desk and quickly grabbed the scissors and stabbed the paper onto the wall; using the scissors to pin it. He left the room the way it is and left.

Izuku is now walking down the street with some sweats, a hoodie, and his sneakers. He kept his head down throughout the walk with the same question repeating in his head. Why? Why? WHY? WHY? The more he asked himself that question, the louder it got. The louder it got, the harder he stepped as he walked and, unconsciously, spoke the words he was thinking into existence.

"I've been your number one supporter, and you do this to me!? UGH! I hate her! I hate them! I hate everyone! There is no such thing as a hero! Only fakers! Nothing but fakers!"

He could not take it anymore and out of spite, he kicked the trashcan next to him and yelled. He huffed and puffed out of anger and his phone went off once again. He aggressively grabbed his phone and turned it on. This guy just can't take a hint!

Izuku had enough of this anonymous guy and called the number. It rang until someone picked it up on the other side of the phone. He did not give him any time to say anything yelled.