No choice - Heroism! (Vigilante Deku)
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  • Reads 60,029
  • Votes 2,703
  • Parts 30
  • Time 1h 50m
Complete, First published Jun 26, 2023
Cute on the outside yet quite deadly on the inside. That is what people would describe Cinnne to be. Well for a vigilante Cinne was quite rutheless. He didn't even name himself but people did it for him since he looked like a Cinnamon roll but thanks to how he was dealing with villains they decided to call him Cinne which was a mix of the word Cinnamon roll and Sinner since he himself was not better than one. Everyone was quite scared of him which didn't make his reputation any better.

Little do people know what life Cinne was living and how annoyed he was or how much piled up anger he had in himself to actually go around to beat people up to feel better. In contrary to what people think, he didn't picked up vigilantism because he liked or wanted it but because of himself!!!

Oh well, sooner or later he would find himself in quite the troublesome situation with that personality of his.

A/N:
This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing.

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7 parts Ongoing Mature

Izuku Midoriya was born with a great quirk, well that's what his mother always said. Though he knew the truth, he knew why there were always heros around when he went outside, people were afraid of him and his power, and he couldn't blame them. He would be scared too if a child had the amount of power he had. He was awoken one night by the sound of his window opening and someone entering, before he could jolt up or scream a gun barrel was put to his head. Behind it he could see eyes, eyes of a hero, eyes of someone who didn't want to be there. Just before he was sure he was about to be killed, she put her barrel away and collapsed to the ground in tears. Both of them monsters in their own right, both seeking to help others, both helping each other along the way. I own nothing but the story. As usual, One For All will be going to someone different.