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This is the Villain!Dekuau I was talking about earlier.
Basically, Izuku is still quirkless (he gets something like a quirk later) and he was 'recruited' by Mr. Compress, Shigaraki Tomura, and Kurogriri and the tender age of twelve.
This is the story of how he grew up and escaped from villainy, so it's gonna be a little dark.
People who are scared, please kindly GTFO. I don't want you complaining.
People who aren't... well, welcome to the show! Hopefully you guys'll like it.
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Love,
Ellis x
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'Izuku?'asked Midoriya Inko. 'Are you alright?'
She was positive that her son was trembling when he packed his overnight bag for a sleepover at his new friend's residence.
'Honey, are you sure that you want to go?' She peered out the window at the trio in the driveway. A young man in a three-piece suit, a boy about Izuku's age with stringy, greasy-looking blue hair, and a dark blob.
'This... Shigaraki family seems dreadfully odd. Besides, what kind of person has the surname "death grip" gives their child the name "tree funerals"? '
'Don't say that, Mum.' Izuku said, his voice oddly monotonous. 'It's just... Tomura-chan is really nice, and his house is really big! Besides,' his voice lightened, 'Kacchan will be there. He will save me if anything happens, you've got nothing to worry about.'
She dropped the curtains and knelt beside her son, taking his small hands in hers.
'Honey, I know you still feel sad about the fact that you're quirkless. I also know that you're being bullied because of it.' She squeezed his hands. 'And it's all mama's fault.'
Izuku opened his mouth to argue, but she shushed him. 'I couldn't give you my quirk, nor your father's. But I can give you this.' From her pocket she took a small green bag made of silk, with the words ' 御守' sewn on it.
'This, is mama's omamori. Inside is a powerful enchantment that's been protecting mama ever since she was a little girl.' She placed it in his hands and folded his fingers over it. 'Mama wants you to have it.'
Izuku's round eyes stared up at her. 'But mum, who'll protect you then?'
Midoriya Inko hesitated, and laughed. 'My Izuku, of course! He's gonna grow up into a big, strong hero who'll protect his mama!'
'Yeah.' Izuku didn't smile and jump around like he usually did, but turned away from her and tied the onomamori to his duffle. 'Promise.'
He'd just finished packing and shouldered his back when there was a polite but obviously impatient knock on the door.
