Todobakudeku Omegaverse uwu -DISCONTINUED-

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"Wake up, Deku!" Uraraka shook me awake. sad

"What's happening?" Mina strolled into the room. It was still dark outside and I could still hear my phone buzzing from across the room. "Woah, Deku! What's wrong?"

"I'm going to get Bakugo and Todoroki!" Uraraka ran out of the room. I looked at Mina.

"Deku, what happened to you?" Mina looked at me with pity in her eyes. I didn't have the energy to reply.

"Izuku!" Shochan made a straight dash for the couch, followed by explosions from Kacchan. "Izuku, are you okay?"

"DEKUUUUUU!" Kacchan ran in, followed by yells to tell him to stop blowing everything up. "What happened?!"

"It's-" I said, my voice weak. "My phone, someone's texting me.."

Mina ran and grabbed it, her eyes widening at whatever was on the screen. Her face showed that whatever it was, it was horrible.

"What is it, Mina?!" Kacchan said, impatience affecting his tone.

"Come over here." She said, visible urgency in her eyes. Kacchan rushed over while Shochan kept trying to get me to say more. Once he saw what was there, he looked sick. Like, he actually gagged. Of course, Kacchan held it back.

"What the fuck is this?!" He yelled, making me flinch. "Who is this motherfucker?!"

"Katsuki, calm down." Shochan spoke with a calming tone. "Let me see."

"No! No, not by Izuku." Kacchan glared at my phone. "It's... I'll send it to you."

"L-let me see, Kacchan." I begged. "Please, it's about my mom."

"No Deku."

"Please." I pleaded. Kacchan sighed and bit his lip.

"It's an image of your mom Deku. She's... She's fucked up." Kacchan warned. I gulped.

"Show me Kacchan." I steeled my nerves as Kacchan took the phone from Mina and made his way towards me.

(TRIGGER WARNING GUYS ⚠️ DESCRIPTION OF GORE/BLOOD/MURDER/ WHATEVER- SCROLL AHEAD UNTIL YOU SEE A "😌" YOU PURE KIDDOS)

There were so many texts still being sent to my phone that I could barely hold it in my already shaky hands. The picture was of my mom, but she was so bloody. Her beautiful eyes were dull, but they were clearly glossed over with tears. No, one was glossed over with tears.

The other one wasn't in the socket. It was dangling from her head. I could tell from the things around her that she was in a basement. Cold, cement floor. Dull lighting.

Her mouth was open, but her tongue was laying in her palm.

Her intestines- oh God her intestines. They were hanging out of her body. Something sat beside her. A cardboard panel with "I Heart You, Izubaby!"

There was a human heart instead of the word heart.

Her heart.

(😌)

I ran to the bathroom.

It only felt normal for me to be in there now.

I threw up, violently. Kacchan and Shochan rushed into my bathroom.

"I don't know why someone would do this." Shochan rubbed my back in circles as I continued to vomit. Kacchan continued to stay silent and for good reason. "I'm about to call the police, Katsuki. Stay with Izuku."

"Deku.." Kacchan kneeled beside me as I stopped throwing up. "I'm so sorry."

"Why her Kacchan?" I looked at him through watery eyes. "Who is this? Is it the League?"

"It can't be, they're in jail." Kacchan went to wet a face towel and wipe my face. "It might just be a prank. A really sick fucking prank."

"Kacchan, you're going to blow my face up." I warned. He calmed down just enough for the sparks to stop appearing from his hand.

"Whatever." Kacchan sighed, sliding down the wall to sit beside me, a hand pulling at his hair. "The world's fucked up, Deku. People are fucked."

"I know, Kacchan." I lightly pulled his hand away from his hair. "We're going to get her justice, I'll put away my dream of being a hero for that."

"Don't do that." Shochan came back, placing a hand in Kacchan and I's hair. "Come on, the bathroom isn't a nice place to talk."

I got up, along with Kacchan, and went to sit on my bed.

I felt bottled up.

So stuffy.

Cloudy.

Dull.

"Katsuki, do you want to talk?" Shochan said, noticing Kacchan's furrowed eyebrows.

"No."

"Letting it out would be the best method." Shochan advised. "It's okay to cry, Kat."

Kacchan inhaled sharply. I looked at him to see a few tears falling from his eyes. It was surprising, I'd never seen him willingly cry.

"It's weird, you know." He chuckled and looked at me. "Someone just... disappearing. Then seeing her in that condition..."

"It hurt didn't it?" Shochan said softly. "What about you, Izuku?"

"I don't know." I said, my words dull. "I don't feel right. It doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"Dull. I feel dull, empty." I looked at Shochan with a blank look. "It feels bottled up."

"Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo." Detective Tsukauchi knocked and creaked open the door. "It's been a while, hey!"

"..."

"Tough crowd." The detective sighed and stepped in the room, smiling. "I need to talk with the three of you."

I was so tired of having to talk to police.

"Talk away." Shochan said, becoming the speaker of our trio.

"The phone, where is it?"

"The couch." Shochan said, watching as the detective got up and told one of the officers where my phone was.

"Okay, do you want to talk about what was on the phone?" I could feel the words directed towards me. My breath hitched as the image entered my head again and I quickly shook my head no.

"Maybe come back at a later date." Shochan suggested. "The wound's still raw for these two."

"Smart." Tsukauchi nodded. "I'm going to assign a therapist for these two, we'll contact you later. Do you feel that you need one as well?"

"No, not for this matter at least." Shochan smiled as the detective nodded and left the room.

"It'll be okay, you two. You two are strong."

I turned and saw my mom for just a second, only for her to fade from my sight.

Oh man, this sucks.