Punishment- A tododeku fic

Home

I had lived in one of the apartments above the League of Villain's bar since I first found my way there. Gradually, the place graduated from apartment to makeshift rooms and a kitchen. Actually, Spinner sleeps in the kitchen. He stole all of the kitchen knives for his makeshift sword, and I don't know why all of us keep buying knives since they all disappear "mysteriously."

I was one of the lucky ones, who had an actual room to sleep in. My room was small with black paint messily slapped onto the walls. I cringe every time I see it. I had painted the walls black at the age of thirteen, trying to be the edgiest villain in the history of the world. My room was sparsely furnished, just a bed, desk, and a rack of weapons on the wall. Being quirkless, I had to learn to rely on other things other than myself, like knives and guns.

I dropped my bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed, spread eagle. I sighed happily. "It's so good to be home." 

Todoroki dropped his bag next to mine. "Maybe for you." he said, slightly worried. "Not for me."

"Your father?" I commented, sitting up.

"Actually, no. I think it's just," Todoroki paused, and took a deep breath. "I think it's just the prospect of seeing my old home again. I never had many good memories there."

I thought back to my old life. I loved my mother and still miss her to this day, but I know that I'll never be able to see her again. I've changed too much. As for the rest of my life, I only remember lying flat on my back at the age of four, Kacchan looming over me. I remember thinking to myself, a rather depressing thought for someone of such a young age.

All men are not created equal.

I smiled at Todoroki. "You just need to face your fears."

Todoroki sat on the edge of my bed. "Did you ever go home, Deku?"

"No, and Todoroki?" I scooted over next to him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Call me Izuku. That's my real name. Midoriya Izuku."

Todoroki smiled at me. "Izuku, huh? It has a nice ring to it."

"Do you ever think I should go home?" I blurted. I cursed myself silently. I knew what Todoroki would say, and I didn't want to go home. It would shatter my mother.

Todoroki nodded. "I think you should. After all, your parents deserve to know."

I stood up. "We have time before Camie stops talking to people." I sighed bitterly. "Let's get this shit show over with."

I still remember the way back to my home. It's a pathway I walked so many times as a child. It's funny, how you'll never forget the road home. You could have spent decades away, but your feet will still find the familiar path.

Todoroki and I passed my old school. There were children running around on the playground, and my mind did a double take when I saw one of the teachers, comforting a child with scraped knees. He had dyed red hair, spiked up. He smiled at the kid, his teeth like shark teeth. This was Kacchan's old boyfriend, who I remembered was called Kirishima. It had been years, but I still felt a jolt of amusement whenever I relived the look of horror on his face as I told him his beloved Kacchan was dead. I remembered his disgusting tears. I remembered my knife against a throat that I couldn't cut. 

I remembered losing to a hero for the first time.

I smiled to myself, a new spring in my step as I kept walking. I knew where he was. I could kill him now. 

Todoroki and I turned the corner to an apartment complex. Suddenly, I was aware of things that I never noticed. I was wearing the ripped, bloodstained hoodie taken from Momo. My hair was a mess. My eyes were wild. My shoes had spatters of Toga's blood on them from when Todoroki shot her in the heart. My anxiety levels rose, and my breathing quickened. I stopped in my tracks. 

Todoroki put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine, Izuku. Just take a few deep breaths. I'll be here with you the whole entire time."

I nodded, forcing myself to take slower, shaky breaths. I grabbed Todoroki's hand, and held onto it with a death grip. "I can't do this." I said, shaking my head violently.

Todoroki squeezed my hand. "If I have to do it, so should you. Now let's go."

Todoroki and I walked to the door of my apartment. I raised my free hand to the door, took a few breaths, and rapped my fist on the door.

A voice I hadn't heard in so many years called out from the other side of the door. "Who is it?" my mother asked warily. The door cracked open and my mom peeped out from the other side. She had put on a bit of weight, but still wore her trademark sweater. Her eyes widened and she shut the door violently in my face. I heard her breathing heavily. "Why are you here, you villain?"

"Mom, it's me." I said to the door. "It's Izuku. I-" I exhaled, holding back tears. She was afraid. She was afraid of me. "I've come home, Mom. I'm home."

"My son killed himself at thirteen!" she exclaimed, in between sobs. "Just go away!"

"Open the door, Mom!" Todoroki hit the door. "Pro hero Shoto is with your delinquent son. I guarantee that you'll be perfectly safe!"

The door cracked open again. She reassessed me, her eyes clouding with tears again. "Izuku? Is it really you?"

I let go of Todoroki's hand and smiled weakly. "Yeah, Mom."

The door flung open as my mom barreled out of her apartment, hugging me tightly. "Izuku, oh, Izuku, we all thought you were dead. We all thought you were dead!"

I held her closer to me, crying tears of relief.

I missed my home.

I kind of just wanted to include Mama Midoriya before everyone starts dying.

Adios, Enchiladas

~R