"Now, this. This is impressive." Izuku and Giran were sitting in a fancy office. Giran was reading through some of Izuku's more detailed hero analysis books, and he was very impressed, to say the least. "So you have an analysis quirk or something?" Giran put down the notebook and looked at Izuku, waiting for a response. Izuku looked down. Of course, that question would come up. "W-well y-you see, i-im actually quirkless."
Giran raised an eyebrow. "And that makes what you have done even more impressive." He gave a big smile and opened a drawer. He pulled out a file and handed it to Izuku. "For your first job, something easy and somewhat personal." Izuku opened the file and saw it was Deatharms. "I have a client who wants him gone and wants a strategy." Izuku nodded and just closed the file. What was he doing? He wasn't actually going to create a way to kill a hero...right?
"Well you really are a quiet one aren't you." Giran smiled. He lit a new cigarette. Izuku didn't mean to become so quiet. It was just something he did when he got really scared.
It was surprisingly easy, and by the end of the week, he had already written out three detailed ways in which to eliminate Deatharms without getting caught. And Giran was happy. When Izuku handed him the plans, he read over them and gave him a massive smile. "I knew, i was hiring the right person. I will have your payment ready tomorrow. I have made you an account, seeing as you are still a kid." After that, he gave Izuku a laptop, also untraceable. It was to make contact with clients and with Giran himself.
Later on the news, the death of Deatharms was everywhere. And Izuku was loving it. It felt good to know he was the reason. But he had to keep the hero fanboy facade up.
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The Quiet One
Fiksi PenggemarAll his childhood, he loved heroes, and he tried to love them for his whole life. He tried. He really did. He wanted to be like them, to be one of them, but it seems that them and the rest of society thought differently. They made it very clear that...
