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" I came," The person took a step closer, sending a piece of rubble forward as their foot made contact with it. It flew all the way over to the group, stopping just before touching Kai Chisaki's polished white boots. The man in question looked at it with disgust, as if it was something picked up from the dirtiest of trash. "To get what belongs to me. I'll give you one chance to hand him over peacefully before things get ugly. And I do mean ugly."
Midoriya swallowed the lump in his throat as his hazy vision adjusted to the newcomer. It didn't much help that one of his eyes was being blocked by a gloved hand, and that his head was held in a position tilted slightly back. But from voice alone he knew exactly who it was that had intercepted their path, but the boy's screaming mind just couldn't comprehend it. There wasn't a single reason, or at least not one where he would escape this ordeal unharmed, as to why Tomura Shigaraki was demanding Izuku be turned over to him.
How did the other even know he was kept here? It didn't sound like they were working together.
Chisaki balanced himself from foot to foot, grinding his teeth audibly together under the mask. The subtle shift in his arm's position allowed some leeway for Midoriya to see his greatest enemy properly.
Shigaraki looked nearly the same he had when they ran into each other at the mall. His ashen blue hair peeked out from under his hood as the unruly strands fell over most of his dry face. It contrasted nicely with the dark colour of his hoodie, like fresh snow against the grey November ground when everything has long ago died and the only things remaining are bare branches and empty roads. So calm and nice to look at, though the man's red eyes seemed to be shining with something volatile. His mouth, which usually held a grin of overconfidence, was set in a straight line almost resembling a discontent snarl. Foolishly he appeared to be alone and unarmed.
" What?!" The Yakuza leader barked out, tightening the hold on Midoriya's wrist. If that didn't leave bruises, then nothing would. "Don't tell me it was you who led the heroes here so that, what, you could get your hands on this brat? Why?! We were supposed to be –!"
" Yeah, that partnership was over and done with as soon as you took my nemesis, despite my kind request to leave him out of our dealings. But you didn't listen, did you? And now you're going to pay for that. We are destined to be on the opposing sides, otherwise this wouldn't work." He moved his head in a circular motion to try and loosen the muscles. It was clear he was readying for an altercation.
" Have you any idea of how much I'm at risk of losing here?! Years worth of work and research, that's what! My entire operation is –."
" I could care less, the deal is void. Now, hand the hero over or else."
Chisaki's first reaction to Shigaraki boldly stepping closer was to readjust his open palm on Midoriya's face. The boy let out a whimper, pathetic even to his own ears, but it felt like his neck was going to snap in half. His eye was pressed on to so hard he saw lines of white, the skin of his cheek growing white under the fingertips.
Kai released his hand from the student's wrist and brought it over to where his other hand resided on Izuku's face, fingers touching the glove's fabric teasingly. He pinched it between his fingers and hitched it up just enough for his wrist to begin showing. Midoriya's mouth went dry, visible eye widening.
" I wouldn't do anything if I were you." The man hissed. "You see the way my hand rests? Would be a shame if I just moved my wrist," Chisaki did a little mock movement, enough for the others to move from foot to foot in preparation for a brawl. "Just a little to the right, if I just remove this glove... It'll only take a second. I could destroy his face, leave him blind and unable to fulfil the so-called destiny you keep mentioning. Or I could disassemble his very being, heroic soul and all, without putting him back together. You see, I have the upper hand here, right now I make the rules. Try anything funny and your little hero gets it."

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Too Deep Too Late (Suicidal Izuku Midoriya)
Fanfiction.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Izuku Midoriya copes and has coped with self-harm for years, burying the stress and pain of everyday life behind a very convincing smile and a dozen cuts. Then one miserable night he goes a bit too far and nearly sc...