Izuku sighed. After that damn teacher had pulled this childish prank, everything had gone down. He had, stupidly enough, decided to leave school early and... well, stood before the door of his house that was wide open.
He knew instantly that something wasn't right. A weird stench came out of the living room, red splutters were all over the floor, ripped clothes and shattered glass.
'Probably a robber or villain. These guys don't make much sense anyways. But that's even weirder than normally... why would somebody choose an unseemly, little house instead of the villa a few houses down? Was that person running away from the police?'
He went a bit down to expect the tiny hole in the wall. 'A gun. Was the person quirkless or did they not want to leave any hints? But why? If they were a Robber they would just steal anything they touch.'
Izuku then started to look around, careful not to touch anything or go into the living room. That stench was horrible!
He'd call the police after he'd made himself a clear picture of what happened.
Everything, even the less pricier things, were there. The only thing that wasn't there was a picture of his father before he disappeared, but his memory was good enough to still remember him.
The short, messy white hair was something Izuku saw every time he looked into the mirror, although a different colour.
The red eyes were something he himself saw every morning. Izuku had two different eye colours: the left eye was red, the right eye was green. Since he already was seen as a villain, he liked to use contact lenses.
'Why was only father's picture stolen? What connection did that person have to Hisashi Midoriya?'
Izuku sighed and dialled the number. Immediately, a woman was on the other end of the phone.
»911, what's your emergency?«
He sighed. "My name is Izuku Midoriya. I go to Aldera Junior High and left school a bit earlier. When I arrived home, there were blood splatters, glass shards and torn clothing-pieces everywhere. Plus, there is a horrible scent coming out of the living room."
»Did you go into the room?«
"No. Like I said, the scent is horrible."
»Alright. An emergency team and a few heroes will arrive soon. Please hang on and do not touch anything. Do also NOT enter your living room.«
"Alright. Thank you." He ended the phone call and slumped down. 'Now all that's left is to wait. I wonder how long it'll take..'
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Feelings that don't exist
FanficIzuku Midoriya had been an odd kid since he was born. He never laughed, cried or screamed. He was quiet, observant and did not understand why the people around him show feelings. The reason for this was the fact that he did not have them.
