What Could Have Been (vigilante deku)

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MindFucker😈- when can you come over again? My mom needs a babysitter for Akihiro on Friday. You'll be paid hourly!

MindFucker 😈- and...I might want to see you again..maybe

EnergyThief⚡- I understand, I'm ✨fabulous✨

EnergyThief⚡- Jk, if I'm not doing anything Friday, sure!

MindFucker😈- great, I'll tell her

MindFucker😈- but... tomorrow do you want to hangout?

EnergyThief⚡- like a date?

MindFucker😈- What? ..A date date?

EnergyThief⚡- yes, Shinsou, a "date date"

MindFucker😈- I mean, if you want to

EnergyThief⚡- I would love to!

MindFucker😈- are you sure you're going to be free?

EnergyThief⚡- I don't really see why I won't be. I took all week off work. Tommorow is my only shift

MindFucker 😈- cool, I'll txt you the details later tonight, okay?

EnergyThief⚡- sounds good! I'll FaceTime you when I get home from patr

MindFucker😈- bye

EnergyThief⚡- bye

Izuku clicked his phone off and held the device to his chest, a lovesick grin still on his face. He couldn't wait for tommorow. Hopefully nothing would come up.

Nothing would, right?

Before he had any more time to fantasize, there was a knock on his door and he sat up quickly, placing his phone on the bedside table. "Come in!" he called and a few seconds later, the door slowly opened and Hizashi stepped in with Yui now awake in his arms.

"Shouta said to send you out."

Izuku frowned and looked down at his vigilante suit, all his gear displayed on his bed. He didn't really feel like going tonight. He didn't have enough energy.

He frowned even deeper when he remembered all the lives that would have ended if he hadn't stepped in to save them. Every night he saved someone. If he wasn't there, no one would have protected them.

"Present Mic-" Izuku started but Hizashi cut him off.

"While you're here, just call me Hizashi."

Izuku nodded and took a deep breath. "Hizashi," he corrected himself. "I was wondering if maybe I could stay home tonight?"

Hizashi's face dropped and his skin paled over. "W-what, why?" He stuttered out.

if Izuku stayed home, then the plan Aizawa came up with, was ruined.

"I don't know," Izuku lied and stared down at his hands and began to fiddle with the wraps around them. He did. He knew. He just didn't want anyone to think he was weak, because he wasn't. He spent years trying to get where he was, and he sure as hell wouldn't let cancer drain all of his progress.

"I-I mean, if you don't want to go, you don't have to." Mic said, his hands beginning to tremble. He couldn't demand that Izuku went or try and press as to why he didn't want to go, that would only raise suspicions to Aizawa's plans.

Izuku looked over all his weapons. "Fine," he said, voice a bit sad. "This will be my last patrol for the week."

Present Mic was overwhelmed with guilt.