What Gives You The Right? ~ ShinDeku

Chapter: 1

It's officially my birthday and so I'm starting this story because this is one of my favorites in my drafted books.

Anyways this book is definitely for mature audiences, just all around talks about abuse, rape (not often), other triggering things. Just be careful.

Alrighty, let's do this.

3rd POV

Oh? So he's trailing me again?

Izuku usually petrols at night, less heroes more crime, it was the perfect time. However he started noticing a certain hero following him. He seemed to be trying to be quiet and stay unnoticed but Midoriya could identify him easily.

He's a pro, shouldn't he be better at this?

Though Izuku didn't necessarily hate Eraser Head. He was one of the few heroes that didn't seem to seek for attention, and if Izuku's hacking was correct he had been bullied when younger.

That didn't mean Izuku liked Eraserhead though.

Izuku was about to make a get away, as he had the past week, but was cut off by a whimper that seemed fairly close and hushed voices, harshly whispering.

Eraser Head didn't seem to notice, but Izuku did, so he stopped paying mind to the hero and raced of to the alleyway the noises were coming from.

When he arrived, Eraser Head had seemingly gotten lost, no longer behind him, so he turned towards the end of the alleyway.

2 men and a woman were standing above a boy, maybe a little older than him?

He couldn't really tell, it was too dark.

He crouched, blending in with the shadows and listened for any indication of what was happening.

The women hissed at both men, "Do you have the money or no?"

"We have the money.." One man said, trailing off.

The other man picked up, "But this.. thing doesn't look like all that you promised."

Everyone looked at the smaller boy who was naked on the ground gagged, blind folded, and tied up, rope covering almost the entirety of his body. Izuku winced even looking at that, the rope was way too tight, it had to be digging into the boy's skin.

"I would love to give you a demonstration, but that's not how this works. Give me the money and it's yours, yours to do whatever you want." The women bargained.

Izuku could tell she knew what she was doing.

To be honest, the small boy didn't look like much. He was impossibly skinny, no muscle to his small frame, and he was slouched like he truly couldn't sit up straight anymore. Like he had no energy. He had scars covering his body, some small and fading, some large and fresh, and so on. There were endless bruises and some blood stains and dirt around his body.

Not that Izuku would take advantage of that like these people were, he was simply pointing out the obvious facts that this boy had been locked up, abused, and malnourished.

Izuku stayed crouching. The women did know what she was doing. He'd have to wait until the boy was in the men's hands.

They would be too oblivious to even realize what happened until after Izuku got the boy to safety.

"We understand that, what does it do? Looks impossibly weak. What's its quirk?" The first man asked.

The women laughed. "It has a villain's quirk," The boy flinched. "Get this, brain washing. Can you believe it?!" The women laughed again and the other two men joined in.