The Secret Life Of A Not-So-Useless Deku // A Vigilante Deku AU

Maskless

The blond man's eyes widened in horror.

"Y-you know?!" he sputtered.

Izuku rolled his eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm not an idiot, and we met half a year ago, though I presume you don't remember that."

The man scanned him, and his eyes lit with recognition.

"You're the boy who tortured that villain!" he cried out, and Izuku scoffed.

"What did you expect me to do, you imbecile, wait for help and drown? I prefer living and breathing, thank you very much."

He could see the distrust in the hero's eyes, so he sighed, and turned away.

"This conversation is upsettingly idiotic. I shall take my leave now, Yagi." His almost non-existant respect for the man disintegrated away, and he began to see the man with a completely objective view.

He's just a human, afraid of power. He's also a hypocrite. He wields such a great power, yet anyone else with power he is mistrustful of. He is also quite stupid. Even if the facts are in front of him, he believes in his own instinct. His beliefs are also ridiculous. Yes, a heroic spirit helps with the job, but as long as Pro Heroes follow the law and do their job properly, it doesn't matter what their ideals are.

He also seems prejudiced against Quirkless people. How ridiculous.

Izuku scoffed at the thought, and began to walk away, but was stopped by the very man he had been analysing.

"Young man, I must ask you to leave this school. I do not know how you got in here, but this is private property, and you are not a student here." Izuku swirled around, swatting his hand away in disgust.

"I did not give you permission to touch me, Yagi." he spat out with a glare. "And before you act upon something, be sure you know that you are right." He took out his pass, waving it in front of the man. "I am legally allowed to be here." He then glared at the man once more and snapped around, walking away as fast as he could without looking as I'd he was running away.

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As soon as he was out of sight, Izuku rammed his hand into the wall in anger.

"Damn," he muttered, and sighed, tilting his head back, eyes closed as he went over the last ten minutes.

He had accidentally showed the man his true personality.

Izuku had many masks, and even in front of his most beloved, he put them on, mostly not to scare them off.

His true self was terrifying, if anyone who had faced it was asked. He was mostly emotionless, looking at everything as objectively as possible to analyze the best he could, and he had a sharp tongue, cursing anyone who annoyed him.

This was because Izuku was, to put it simply, an analytic genius. He was an information specialist who practically craved to know as much as he could, and any information he had was obtained by his keen mind, or hacking skills.

Anything that got in the way of his job was removed immediately, be it people, or his own emotions.

Izuku behind his mask was but an empty shell of his normal cheery self.

So he hid it.

Mask after mask he out on his face, until he couldn't even realize how many there were. Unless he took off all of them, he couldn't even remember what it felt like to be himself.

But that was fine.

In the end, behind all those masks, he still existed.

Only partly, but not gone yet.

A shell slightly filled, readily being emptied day after day he acted as someone else.

One day he would run out, and then, there would be no Midoriya Izuku left.

Only an empty shell, covered with many blankets, invisible.