vigilante izuku midoriya fanfiction.
tododeku and dadzawa.
badass, quirkless izuku.
this is my first fanfiction, so please don't expect much from me. criticism welcome.
t.w.:
abuse, neglect, violence, eating disorders, offensive language, mention of minor non-consensual sexual acts, consensual sexual themes, etc.
probable lemon. slow burn.
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shifting in the uncomfortable steel chair, he kept his eyes on his hands, watching in an indifferent exasperation as the metal cuffs on his wrists clinked together.
he really didnt know where it went wrong, or where everything began. sure, there was his birth- things couldve started there. but there was also that doctor's visit on his 4th birthday, then the way his mom looked at him when they got home. then there was the day he told his 'best friend', and the pain that followed that. there were the punishments from his mom, and him running away. and the long nights spent scouring the internet, stuffing his brain with everything he could find on electronics, engineering, combat, heros, villains... everything. he wonders when things started shifting- when his dream slowly started to move away from being a hero, the best hero there ever was, to going underground, saving those like him, under the watchful eyes of the stars. he never thought he'd turn to what he has, and never imagined himself sitting in a room like this. sure, maybe he could've seen himself on the other side of the table he's cuffed to, or on the other side of that black, reflective one-way mirror he's sure he's being watched from. but never here, reclined in a stiff steel chair, hands resting gingerly on the cold table in front of him, watching the light gleam off of the cuffs that seemed to mock him from where he sat.
he wanted to laugh about this, really. it was funny, in a bitter, depressive way. but instead, he swallowed his emotions, and let his mind roam free while he waited for the inevitable interrogation, and eventually, cell.