Izuku POV
Four years. Four whole years have passed since I have made myself the task of being an information vigilante, the job actually runs better than expected and I have enough money. My mom started to show up less and less often. Whenever I see her for a short time, she is pale, has white hair and is stressed. I haven't heard much about what's happening, but I think she's in debt to the wrong people that worries me a lot. Every time I see her, I give her a large share of the money I have collected.
She always accepts it very quickly and thanks me briefly. However, she doesn't ask where I have the money and I don't ask where she disappears. Don't ask questions, just accept. This is a kind of deal that we have agreed silently together.
My pain tolerance helps with being vigilant a lot. Hardly anyone has seen me, I usually stay hidden in the shadows. The only thing that suggests that I was there is a note that I write every time I caught a villain. It is a note with the exact crime that they committed in order to be caught by me and then still information about who they are: quirk analysis, if he is a member of a gang, which and information about the crime. I always have a complete reboot about the villain who was caught by me. I rarely encounter a villain who is unknown to me.
On the ground in front of me is just a serial killer who killed 450 victims and was just before his 451 victim before I caught him. His quirk makes the victim's skin contract. However, it does not tear and bones and organs are crushed. It was always an unpleasant sight to watch the victim with the eyes that swelled from there eye sockets. However, the murderer could not use his quirk to the victims if the person did not make a noise after he touched them. It was hard, my whole body hurt and I felt like I was in a too tight bodysuit that will burst on me just that it was my skin.
I just finished my letter but realised that I ran out of paper. I thought about it just before I wrote about the villain with my green clothing marker.
Dear Tsukauchi, would you perhaps ask my favourite Hobo Ereaserhead if he can perhaps use his demon quirk with his red eyes on the killer. If he doesn't do that, I'm afraid I won't survive this night. I send Reaser my lovely greetings, even if he looks like a nightmare for small children, he is my favourite hero.
With kind regards, Karma.
(PS: Hurry up, I'm getting short of breath and I won't stop until my patrol is over. So if you don't want to lift a corpse from the floor, please hurry up)
(2x PS for All Might: Fuck you)
I saw my note... (the forehead of the murderer) Ok now I can call the cops. Wow, I've become really confident. Of course, I call Tsukauchi on an anonymous number.
Me: Hello, how is my favourite detective?
Tsukauchi: Karma? What is it this time?
Me: A surprise. You didn't answer my question.
Tsukauchi: I would be great if there were no certain vigliante who makes my job difficult.
Me (over dramatic): Ouch, my feelings. You know that lying is bad. I make the work easier.
Tsukauchi: Why does your voice sound so... strange.
Me: Oh, I'm just slowly and painfully dying. And how is your day.
Tsukauchi: WHAT!?
Me: So the criminal is in the street ****. And I was the victim.
Tsukauchi: You have to go to a hospital! NOW! Why do you sound somehow proud to be the victim?
Me: I was the only victim who survived from one of the most brutal murders in history. I am honoured.
Tsukauchi: Let me guess you won't go to the hospital.
Me: Of course...not , what do you think of me.
Tsukauchi: Sigh
Me: So until later I now have to end a patrol.
Tsukauchi: YOU WANT TO GO ON PAT...
I'm closing the call. Of course I can't rest. I promised a few people from a food stand for the homeless to distribute the food to the homeless. And I keep my promise even if I can hardly breathe right now and have certainly a broken a bone.
Seriously, people with wrinkles who have operations all the time would throw themselves on the opportunity for this face lift. My whole skin has shrunk by centimetres on my body and blood runs down my neck. Nevertheless, I don't risk taking off my mask and wiping it away.
Finally, I came to the food and the friendly people handed me six bags.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Karma, you forgot some people
FanfictionIzuku had to write a letter with 10 the task at school was to send a letter to a friend. Friends and being quirkless at the same time? Pfff- So he wrote a letter to Karma. How should Izuku know that he is writing a letter for his future self. Kar...
