Dear Karma, you forgot some people

32 Trust

Izuku POV 

I jump from roof to roof. Then I run as quickly as possible so that nobody can follow me and I don't bleed out completely or will make a trace. Even though my vigilante costume actually looks pretty simple and bad, I've made it very well. The fabric is able to pull itself tighter. It's also incredibly dense, which means it doesn't tear. Just like chain mail. It is literally impossible for chainmail to tear. However, if someone shoves a knife at you, you will feel the point and the pressure of the knife.

I jump from one roof to another until something, someone got in my way. It was a large shadow. The person that is tall but has no nose 

Stain: What do you think you're doing here.

Me: going home?

Stain: whose blood is this.

What should I do. About 3/4 is my blood and the rest is from the others. You might think 1/4 blood not very much. But surprise there's a lot of blood and when I say a lot it mean a huge lot. So 1/4 is much. I'll just play dumb.

Me: Blood? What blood?

Stain give me the look. 

Stain: I'm not in the mood for such games. I am never in the mood. Get straight to the point

I am taggering, a little.

Stain: Blood loss or just tiredness.

Me: I've been stabbed several times, with a poison-tipped dagger

Stain: Come on!

Me: I'm alright I can take care of my wounds myself. I don't have a long way to go.

I staggered again. In addition, I also fell to my knees and backwards black dots came in my field of vision. I spurred myself on so that I shouldn't fall unconscious. I can do that now. Go away black dots. Now is not the time to faint. For once, I don't faint. And manage to collect myself again.

I get up with difficulty and at the first attempt I fall down again but then I manage it. I stand up and look at Stain with a satisfied smile.

Me: Look I am completely fine.

Stain doesn't say a word and the next second he takes me in his arms and throws me over his shoulder

Me: Ehhhhh... kidnapping is illegal

Stain: you're telling me. I'm a villain. Now stop struggling, you'll only lose more blood. Do you know which poison was used on you?

Me: Nope. But I'm immune to it. I've built up a poison tolerance over time.

Stain: At least something good. Where were you stabbed.

Me: The side. Not everything here is my blood. That fight was pretty bloody

Stain: Did you win?

That's what he's asking. He could have asked anything who it was, why, how, one or more, if it was a villain, if it was just a theft, if I was hurt further

Me: Of course!

Satin: I'm proud of you

That ends our conversation. Neither of us is the type of person who likes to talk a lot. I just enjoyed the silence. All the sounds somehow seemed to get quieter and quieter and I started to move away from everything. In the beginning for me, as Stain jumped from roof to roof, I barely noticed it.

Stain: Child? Kid? You've gotten so limp. Are you still conscious?

Me:...yes

Stain: did you get hit on the head? Because if you have a concussion, you better not sleep.

Me: about 2 to 3 or was it 6 or more. I think something between 2 and 10

Stain: I see you're almost fainting already. That's way too vague.

Everything was still blurry, and now everything feels different it would come from a deep layer of fog. I knew I wouldn't last long. I have to put my life in other hands, so to speak. I have to do something I never really wanted to do and try to avoid and that is trust. Something that couldn't be more difficult for me.

Trust these days is complicated with a weak, no or villainous quirk you can't trust anyone and people will always hate you. With a strong one, trust is also a problem since envy is there. Even a little girl can be dangerous. And now I trust my life to a killer. A Hero Killer to be more precise.

Do I have another choice