Izuku with a gun

caliber .1

"so, your his successor. You don't look like much, boy." the last word was spat with venom, but Izuku showed no reaction. The greenite narrowed his eyes holding back the rage he felt towards this god awful man. "Izuku, was it? Tell me, how exactly do you plan on defeating me when he couldn't? You don't even know what power truly lies in you." the faceless man seemed to stare at Izuku peering into his soul. Izuku smirked before spitting some blood out of his mouth from a punch the man had landed a few minutes ago, "quite easily actually, a 9mm hole in your head should do the trick."

*two years earlier*

A fourteen-year-old Izuku awoke with a startle. He groggily rubbed away the sleep from his eyes and stretched out his sore muscles from training the night before. There were rather loud noises coming from the kitchen. He brushed it off as his mom before glancing at the alarm clock lying on his dresser. His brows furrowed together in confusion; it was eleven past morning his mom would have already left for work.

He wondered if she had come home early or maybe forgot something, but that thought was quickly dismissed as two men's voices were heard.

"I thought you said there would be something valuable here!"

"don't raise your voice at me, Scott! We still haven't finished searching. I suggest you hurry up."

Izuku gulped lightly; the house was being robbed. He remembered what his mom had told him a few years about a pump-action shotgun located under her bed and to only use it for emergencies. The gun had been her grandfathers, who were a licensed hunter allowing for legal possession of the firearm. Nowadays, such control would be close to impossible unless you were higher up in law enforcement.

Izuku took a deep breath and looked through his slightly ajar door leading from his room into the hall. The two men were luckily still in the kitchen like he thought. He opened the door further just enough to slip out of his room before fast walking as silently as he could.

He reached his mother's room and opened the door, wincing when it squeaked. He stumbled over the few pieces of clutter on the floor before kneeling to look under the bed. Sure enough, a Mossberg 500 was carefully concealed and undisturbed. With an unsteady hand, Izuku grabbed the gun from its place and shouldered it. The stock was at a perfect length for him, letting him cumftrobly rest his cheek.

Letting his logical side come in, the greenite pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and dialed 110. without much of a wait time, he was directed over to the receptionist.

"emergency service operator, what is your emergency?" the woman sounded younger, the possibly late thirties.

"Two men have broken into my house." Izuku made sure to keep his voice low and calm.

"Are they still there?"

"yes"

"Are they aware of you?"

"no

"What is your address?"

" 448-1132, Sakasegawa, Takarazuka-shi, Hyogo"

"Stay where you are, I'm sending help your way."

The operator hung upon him, and he pocketed the phone. He stood up and pressed himself on the wall next to the door, shotgun in hand. The average response time of an emergency call was somewhere around ten minutes. hopefully, he wouldn't be found out by then but as they say 'hope for the best, expect the worst.'

A couple of minutes later, izuku heard footsteps heading towards him. The palms of his hands started to sweat, and he gripped the gun tighter out of fear. The footsteps stopped at the door, and a hand grasped the doorknob, preparing to open it. As the door swung open, the man saw izuku a brought up a knife to stab the boy. Izuku's mind went blank, acting on pure instinct. He cocked the gun a pulled the trigger shooting the man in the chest.