The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Lassulus

Sudden the boy was pulled into an alleyway.

"Mmf!?"

A tall man held him up off the ground and against a wall, his hand covering the smaller male's mouth.

"If you know what's good for you then you'll give me your money."

Izuku's eyes widened and glanced down at the pocket of his hoodie.

The mugger just smirked and put his hand in his pocket only to furiously pull out an empty box of pocky.

He had used up every single yen that he had stashed in his pocket on the pocky.

"You think this is some kinda damn prank?!"

He threw the pocky box to the other end of the alley.

"You know I don't like killing kids but you really pissed me off."

He punch the wall next to his head, leaving a small crater.

He smiled, sinisterly. "You're next punk."

Izuku began to struggle and flail. He didn't want to die like this! What would he do?! There wasn't a note for mom!

He grappled at the arm the man was using to hold him up, his efforts having no effect.

'Somebody, ANYBODY, please help me!'

Silent tears leaked down his face.

Where were the pros? It's their job to protecting people! Someone out there must hear his struggles right? Unless...

The strength behind his struggles decreased, as did their speed.

Unless nobody cared. 

And with that all the fire in the boys eyes went out.

Not a single spark was spared.

His eyes became lifeless, deep, dark green pools of nothing.

Midoriya Izuku had finally lost all hope.

As for what was left... nothing.

His movements ceased and his hands dropped to his sides limply.

"Say good night punk."

He closed his eyes, ready for the blow that would end his existence.

"You know I could say the same." Said a voice from up above.

He opened his eyes just in time to see the man's face kiss a pair of boots.

The man was knocked away from the emerald boy and Izuku fell to the ground.

He watched the mesmerizing fight before him. It was almost like dance, the way that the hooded figure moved. Their movements were fluid and graceful, and yet they didn't seem to waste any energy.

Each breathe they took seemed to be teeming with purpose. Like none of their movements were useless.

They swiftly managed to put the larger male into a head lock and chocked him until he fell unconscious.

The figure set the man down and then turned to the emerald boy, panting.