{Deku PoV:}
In the time that had passed since he'd left UA, Deku had changed drastically. The league wasn't exactly the coziest place to live. He was sad sometimes, when he let himself be. Sad for so many things... and Kirishima was at the bottom of the list. He didn't deserve Deku's sadness, or his mercy. Deku swore that he'd not survive their next encounter. It was his personal goal, and soon became a driven focus, to stop the pain. The pain was in every part of his consciousness, leaking into his soul like poison. Eventually it become almost bearable, and he became cold.
You brought this on yourself Eiji.~
He smiled to himself softly, unsettlingly. He was finally getting his chance. He was being sent on a minor patrol. He hated the word, hating what It associated with, that heroes were keeping them safe. Delusional fools... no matter. He slipped a few daggers into his sleeves, his shirt, his pockets. They all folded with him, moving as he did. He'd done this many times before, the cold metal pressing against his skin, until he could move fluidly, silently. He kept his cold smile, imagining scenes in his twisted mind. Blood spattering, hands going cold. And fear. Oh he would be scared, he always was... and that was the best part. The fear ate him up, leaving nothing. He enjoyed the feeling, the empty, clean feeling. He slipped out the door, not looking back.
He hummed to himself, feeling the cool night air against his skin. He nodded to the few still out, walking until he arrived. He'd seen Kirishima, but he almost missed him. His hair wasn't red anymore... he'd barely been able to hold back from blinking his life out right then and there. From extinguishing that light, that poisoned glow. He'd followed him, watching, waiting, observing. Now, he could finally act. He scaled a tree, reaching the roof in no time. He froze, hearing a door open, and melted into shadows, his eyes gleaming.
Eijiro... well, well...
"E-Eiji..?" he mimicked his old tones, adding fear.
He stayed hidden, enjoying Kirishima's confusion.
"It can't be...Midoriya?! Mido?! Are you here?" He sounded odd... almost painfully desperate.
It's just an act.
"I-I'm over here Eiji..." he started sobbing, tears glistening on his face.
Kirishima rushed over to Deku, crouching.
"Mido?! Mido oh my god!" He started crying, confusing Deku.
Why is he crying? It's not like he cares. Probably trying to trick me.
"I-I f-finally escaped... finally came back to you... I m-missed you so m-much," he started crying harder, hugging Kirishima tightly.
"It's ok now... you're ok... what happened..?"
"I don't feel comfortable saying just yet... I'm s-sorry..." Deku ignored the urge to pull out one of his knives, and end it. No, he wanted to hurt him as much as possible.
"I just... I missed you so much... I... I'm sorry I didn't try to save you..." Kirishima apologized softly, tears running down his face, real tears, liquid pain.
Deku pushed a small whisper of regret away.
Acting Deku. He's not real. This isn't what he's really like.
He slipped a shaky smile onto his face, his voice trembling.
"I-I'm alright now... actually, I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you..?" His voice took on a tentative tone, almost naturally.
"Of course! Come with me," Kirishima smiled wide, leading him to his apartment.
Hi I'm alive
