What Could Have Been (vigilante deku)

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Izuku stumbled down the street, duffel bag on his shoulder. His dad had texted him a slur on incorrectly spelt insults. Somewhere in those insults, he demanded Izuku didn't go home.

After Izuku agreed to the deal, Aizawa had to go do hero work and prepare for the new school year. The UA entrance exams already passed and school started soon.

Did Eraser know he was going on a patrol that night?

Should he be?

The cancer wasn't going away and it was beginning to effect Izuku more and more. He wobbled a lot more when he walked. It wasn't a 24 hour thing but the soreness and stumble would kick in for a few seconds at random times.

Izuku hated the fact he was no longer in control of his body. He was positive his hair was going to start falling soon.

He wasn't going to patrol right away because he was pretty hungry. Chemo does that to you.

He rolled his eyes at himself and walked into the convenience store. He knew it was wrong but he walked straight to the aisle full of junk food.

He had cancer not diabetes.

At the back of the store, near the fridges of beers, a group of men laughed loudly. They were obviously drunk and Izuku could smell them from where he stood. It grossed him the hell out.

He scrunched up his nose and ignored them as he grabbed a bunch of random things off the shelf. Maybe he would go visit the Shinsou's and share some with Akihiro. The greenette had exchanged numbers with Akihiro's older brother and the two texted regularly. Apparently both Akihiro and their parents want him to stop by soon.

His contemplation was interrupted when a loud clash came from the back of the store followed by a roar of laughter.

Izuku lifted his apathetic eyes to look up at the clerk. It was an old guy. Probably in his late 50's. It was obvious he wanted them to leave. He was gripping the counter tightly, knuckles white and his face read panic.

Izuku couldn't tell if they were stealing but he could definitely tell they meant trouble.

Maybe he'd see them when he was on patrol. The inner mention of patrol made him self conscious of the duffel bag weighing down his shoulder and he heaved it higher to stop it from falling.

A spew of curses were heard as the men finally came walking towards the front. One stole a glance at Izuku and all the junk in the basket he was holding.

Izuku looked away to continue filling it up with snacks and he missed it when the man nudged one of his friends whispered something that was repeated to everyone and they came to a silent agreement before leaving the store.

The clerk sighed audibly, letting go of the counter in visible relief. The two made eye contact before Izuku walked to the front. He could see the clerk eyeing the back of the store, probably wondering what that bang was.

"I can clean whatever it is up for you." Izuku offered as he placed all the snacks he wanted on the counter. The clerk's eyes brightened up and he happily agreed. He pointed to where the cleaning supplies were in case he needed them.

In exchange for cleaning for him, the clerk insisted that everything he got would be free. Izuku blushed sheepishly as he walked to the back of the store rubbing his neck.

Maybe he could get a job here.

Because of the men, the back of the store reeked of sweat, grime, must, and beer. Only one bottle was broken on the floor, the liquid bleeding into the black mat that was placed for people to walk on in case their feet were wet or muddy.