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🥀 Deku 🥀

Trigger warnings in the description!

Izuku POV:

How does someone get themselves into this situation you may ask?

Money.

I've never been the most well off and it spiraled into something regrettable. Ever since my mother died, I've had to pay for the apartment, dropping out of hero school just to work and that didn't work as well as I had hoped. So when a blue flamed villain offered me 100,000 dollars, I couldn't say no.

It started with small things, earning small payments, as a form of 'training'. He never told me what would earn me the huge amount of money, but he said it would be worth it, so I went along with it. I learned how to wield a knife, which came in handy walking the streets at night. It makes you very threatening.

Then I learned how to pick a lock, which is especially nice when you leave your keys in the car.

Then I learned how to tie knots. This confused me a bit, not really sure how to apply this in real life situations, but I was flexible. I was being paid to learn it, why would I say no?

After learning where major arteries were, I started feeling a little uneasy.

And when he had me track down a person for the first time, I started to get a feeling where all this was going. In all honesty, this is probably where I should have stopped. But Dabi fed me, housed me when I was evicted, and took care of me in all the ways I never knew I needed to be taken care of. It became a sort of dependency. I relied on the villain.

I was very bad at keeping tabs on the person for the first time, but Dabi said almost everyone was bad at the start, and that's why he was helping me. He held no grudge for me defeating Shigaraki, his old boss, which made this easier. He told me that when he heard I had dropped out of UA, he felt some sort of concern for me. He saw how dedicated I was to helping people and now he was giving me an opportunity to help a lot of people. At least that's what he says.

It stopped feeling like that when I had killed my first victim. I had hated the idea of it, but when he told me the things that person had done, I felt a new form of rage build in my body. I was livid, hearing about the children he hurt, traumatized, and killed. Before I knew it, I had his blood on my hands and couldn't be happier. I was 17 at this point, supposed to be getting close to graduation.

That was until new spread like wildfire. Shoto Todoroki went missing. I felt a pit in my stomach when I first heard about it, asking myself all sorts of questions.

Then rumors began.

"Is it the new mystery villain behind it all?"

That was the first time I had been called a villain, and I hated that I didn't hate it. If me getting rid of terrible people in this world is villainous, then so be it.

I gained a new nickname, the green mist, based off of my costume apparently. It was nothing more than a black hoodie with a green Naruto logo, simply just the cloud. People thought it meant something, but it was honestly just the only black hoodie that I had. The more people died by my hands, the more I embraced my form of heroism. And Dabi was proud of me.

One for all, on the other hand, was not. But they had already granted me access to their quirks, they couldn't turn back now. And I was doing good to this world, no matter what they had to say. They screamed at me and each other in my head, and it was very overwhelming, especially when they began manifesting into nightmares.

But I didn't let that stop me. I knew what I was doing was right, it had to be. Because how is letting terrible people have mercy in jail better than ridding them from the world completely?