Liars (Villain Deku)

21-Free?

Midoriya woke up in Shouto's arms, being carried through some building where the lights are too bright and he's too exhausted to even lift a finger.

Voices shout and fill his ears but he can't make out what any of them are saying until he's passed over to someone in dark clothes and messy long hair and he passes out again.

When he wakes up for a second time, many many hours later, he sits up and starts to frantically pull needles and wires from his arms. A few doctors who are in the room try to hold him down.

"Get away from me, let me go! Let me go!"

He doesn't remember.

They put him under again.

When he awakes again, there are restraints around his wrists to keep him from attacking anyone. As soon as he realizes, his heartrate rises and he thrashed around as much as possible.

His quirk isn't working either, it must be a dampener, he quickly realizes.

One of the doctors are at his side in an instant, "hey, hey, breath, you're okay, nobody here is going to hurt you Midoriya." He turns to his assistant, "get Aizawa and his mother.."

"Let me out of here! This is a trick.. I won't be fooled by anything you try!"

"Midoriya this is no trick, you're really safe. You're healthy too, the antidote is keeping your vitals stable."

"Bullshit! Let me out of here! There's nothing wrong with me! Let me go!"

"Midoriya."

Their attention is pulled to the doorway, a tall man which Izuku doesn't recognize stands in the frame. "And who are you," he says.

He sighs, "give us a minute," he tells the doctor who respectfully bows out. He pulls up a chair mext to the bed, "to you, I'm Aizawa. Or, EraserHead if you'd recognize that."

Izuku scoffs, "great another hero."

"Do you remember anything about me?"

Izuku stays quiet for a moment, furrowed brows, "you're an underground hero, not much is ever known about your type-"

"Not like that. I mean, anything about me, as a person. From your memory. Try to think."

Izuku stares for a minute more before laying his head back on the pillow and scoffing, "no. How could I, I've never met you."

"So you still have no memory?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, "the medicine was supposed to counteract that.."

Izuku grits his teeth for a second, "so, what is it that you want from me? Not a single person has asked even one question of me, just get it over with!"

Aizawa looks up to him skeptically, "we don't have any questions for you, not yet at least. We only wanted to return you to your mother." He looked back to the doorway where she was standing weakly with a tearstained face.

Izuku looked over her expression and his face pinched in anger. He started to pull against the cuffs, "she's not my mother. My mom died, a long time ago."

Inko gasped as more tears came to her eyes, "Izu.."

"Stop trying to fool me with that!" He yelled at her and pulled his wrists sore trying to fight the restraints. "You don't care about me and I certainly don't care about you!"

Inko runs off somewhere down the hall, sobbing and Aizawa turns back to him in disbelief. "How could you just say that to her-?!" He stops when he realizes. "Dammit.." he sighs. "This is getting to be so complicated."

"Nothing's complicated, dumb hero. Let me out of here now, you son of a bitch! Every last one of you is delusional!"

"Midoriya.."

Aizawa's eyes dropped low, it broke his heart. They were so close to getting him back home safe, happy, with the ones who care about him. But no. He's completely against them, distrustful, afraid, angry.

What could we do for him..?

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A while ago someone added this to a reading list called "waiting for an update 2020" and I just-😂 I know I don't update this that often but that just made me laugh. I dont remember who it was but thank you😂😂😂