I'm Deku

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I'm Deku! Pleasure to meet you! We have a little time before I'm required to kill you, so let me tell you a story? You'd like that, wouldn't you? A little bedtime story before we put you to rest forever. Don't struggle, sweetheart, that makes it worse. Just listen. Let's see, I was thirteen when it all started, young, naive me. I wanted to be hero, did you know that? You didn't, did you? You really should have read up on your villains, darling. Anyway, I had finally met my hero, All Might. 

"I-is it possible to be a hero like you? E-even without my quirk?" I stammered, my heart racing. Here he was, my hero, the person I admired and, with every fiber of my being, strived to be just like him.

All Might looked me in the eyes, smiling, but there wasn't any warmth. I was just another idiotic kid, another hopeful soul, out of the thousands. "I'm sorry, son, but no, you can't be a hero."

Needless to say, that tore me apart. My heart was shattered. Here he was, All Might, Number One Hero, the Symbol of Peace, telling me that I had no chance, that I could never be like him. Holding back tears, I watched him fly away, leaving me stranded on top of the building. I remembered the conversation I had with my middle school bully, Kacchan, in which he stole my hero book and told me I had no hope to be a hero. He went as far as to tell me to kill myself. And you thought I was villain! And I thought to myself, what if he was right?

I stumbled to the edge of the building, knowing what I had to do. This was my only option, my only dream was crushed. What else could I even be? I took a step off the building, falling only five feet or so before I was caught by a wall of ice. I was angry, I must say. Very angry. This was put there to stop me, and I didn't want to be stopped. Beside me, another pillar of ice shot up, carrying a boy about my age with red and white hair on top of it. He grabbed me without a word and hauled me back onto the building. He jumped up next to me and watched as the ice disappeared.

"What do you think you were doing?" he yelled. One of his eyes was blue, I noticed, the other was gray. His ice blue eye was surrounded by a circular, red scar. 

I glared at him, resisting the urge to push him off the building with me, but I didn't dare face someone with a strong quirk like his. He'd save me again, like those goddamned heroes always fucking do. Those goddamned fucking heroes. 

"What do you think I was doing?" I said, smirking.

He glared at me. "I don't have time for games. I just saved you. At least show some gratitude."

"But what if I didn't want to be saved? Ever thought of that?" I said, getting to my feet. "What if I didn't want your help. You're not even supposed to use your quirk anyway! You look about my age!"

His face was stone cold. "I saved you. You're alive now. I'm sure that you'll thank me, after some counseling. I'm Todoroki, by the way." he held out his hand for me to shake.

I kept my hands at my side. "Oh, so you're Endeavor's son? Do you think that will change my opinion of you?"

Todoroki's eye narrowed. "No, I'm being kind, you bastard. And don't ever mention my father."

"Or what?" I laughed. "You'll kill me? In case you didn't know, I don't have much of a will to live, anyway."

Todoroki put a layer of ice over my mouth, like a gag. "Shut up. Let's just get you off of this fucking building, and then we'll go out separate ways. Got it."

I didn't respond, instead I gave him a look that showed my utter hate for him. My hate for all of the do-gooders in this society. He and I walked down the stairs and into the building, going down flight after flight, getting a few strange glances from the people we passed. I mean, two thirteen years old boys, one with an icy gag over his mouth.

We exited the building onto the busy city street. Instantaneously, the ice was gone, and so was Todoroki. I realized, then, that I did have something to live for. Revenge.

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