Aaaaaaaand done! God, this chapter took forever to write :P
Just getting rid of all suspicion here, this isn't a joke chapter. You might have thought so, but it isn't. I'm not that evil. Maybe. A shoutout to shadowprove97 who pointed out that April 1st was the release date of the second season for both Boku No Hero Academia AND Shingeki No Kyojin. The opportunity was too good to pass up, so that's the reason why today was the update for the chapter.
Got off track there...
Here's some warnings I'd like to establish for this story because I think the first chapter was a little tame compared to what I'll probably be writing in the future: Extreme cursing, lots of blood and violence, self-harm (for Titans and accidentally by Midoriya, and EXCEPTIONAL amounts of spoilers from both of the manga as well as the anime.
I'll establish what I'm NOT doing for this story. No ships, I'd prefer to leave it platonic and not corrupt the story with an out of place romantic plot, and no overly sexual scenes, goes hand in hand with no ships. As far as I'm concerned, this is mostly story-based and will stay that way.
I do NOT own Boku No Hero Academia or Shingeki No Kyojin. Trust me when I say you wouldn't want me owning either one.
Without further adieu, the chapter begins!
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'Words' = Thoughts of the current POV character
Words = Normal dialogue or narration with emphasis
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Izuku was in a pickle. Not just any pickle.
A sour pickle. One that left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth even after you'd finished chewing and swallowing.
He was currently shrieking like a little girl on a rollercoaster and sloppily, yet rapidly, plunking one foot in front of the other on the loose dirt.
There was also a 9-meter man-beast chasing him. He still had no idea what he'd done in order to feel the wrath of the giant, naked man, but he wasn't willing to stop and find out by asking.
Hell no, he was running for his life goddamnit.
The thick trunks of the cypress trees flew by Midoriya's body, he himself not paying much attention to the plant-life because of his current predicament. Leaves were being crunched mercilessly by his feet as he hopped from heel to heel, the occasional twig snapping under his weight and making him flinch once more at the thought of his bones being crushed in the same disturbing manner.
He was way outsized by the huge humanoid creature, that was obvious. What he wasn't sure about was whether he was being overpowered or not...
He inhaled sharply through his nostrils and turned his head an almost 180 painstaking-degrees to the right. He continued to run in the same direction, only his face was facing the huge man as he dashed forwards. He had a small idea of where he was going, but his attention was still focused on his pursuer. It took all his instincts to keep him from slamming into a tree like an idiot.
Now that he was situated to face the creature that was pursuing him, he was able to see how absolutely hideous it was. Its eyes were bulging out of its sockets, unnervingly staying glued to Midoriya's small and considerably muscular figure. The screeching humanoid also had flowing long hair that surprisingly didn't obscure its view of Midoriya: its prey. It bore an uneasy smile, its gums overlapping with its hideous lips creating a consistently open mouth. That mouth chomped at him every few seconds, signaling an unjustified hunger for Izuku's flesh.
Midoriya swallowed nervously.
It was perambulating in an odd fashion that Izuku probably would have laughed at if he wasn't running for his life. The long-haired giant was skipping with its hands raised in the air, almost looking as if it were bounding peacefully through a field of flowers with a basket in its hands.
Most noticeably however, Midoriya could not tell the gender of the creature that was stomping at him like it was late for its 5-o'-clock meeting. Mostly because it didn't have anything down there...
Midoriya shook his head and recovered from these useless thoughts.
'They've only been hostile towards me and I doubt they'll suddenly apologize for it... that's it. I gotta do something about this...'
"HEY!" He stopped running away from the creature, moved his body to face the behemoth completely, and ran towards the dangerous beast, ducking underneath the giant's two colossal legs and skidding to a stop behind the creature's back. "I'm sorry about what I'm going to do, but I have to do it to survive," Izuku whispered lightly, legitimately feeling for what he was about to do to his pursuer.
The giant human barely had any time to respond to its prey's sudden action. It began to rotate slowly, its weight suddenly delaying it tremendously.
'Looks like they can only run fast if they're going in a straight line...'
Midoriya tucked away this piece of information and focused One For All into his right arm and expended his other big toe on reaching the colossal creature's tailbone.
He grabbed the creature's rough, oily skin and gripped tightly with his left arm until he had a decent hold on the scaly rind. Finally, he swung his charged up fist straight into the creature's spine once again, being much more forceful this time around and not nabbing its skin either.
Right as Midoriya lost his grip on the creature's ghastly skin, the huge beast was sent flying towards one of the cypress trees, slamming straight into the wooden surface with a sickening grind and crunch. Midoriya started to shriek once again as he dropped promptly to the ground, barely avoiding injury by bracing with his hands and knees. To his astonishment, he landed square on his feet without punting his knees beyond the point of usefulness.
'Phew... that was too close...'
Immediately, he redirected his attention to the huge person-like being. He was instantly plagued with a feeling of grief.
"A–Are they d–dead?" Midoriya stuttered on every word, uncaring that he was speaking to nobody at all and shaking vigorously with the thought of becoming a murderer. The huge creature was lying lifelessly against the hollow tree, skin blistered and raw around the area where Izuku punched him and spine displayed for the inhabitants of the world to see. Blood was spraying out of the supposed corpse like a fountain, evaporating immediately once it made contact with the warm, moist earth. The invasive scent of burnt flesh was the only smell permeating Izuku's nostrils, causing him to choke instantaneously and pinch his nose shut.
Almost as if out of a nightmare, the supposed corpse began to smoke and steam violently. The body was twitching with agony, screaming and howling in different pitches every second. The deafening screeches caused Izuku to quickly clasp his ears shut, even with his blistered and bloody arm, and squint his eyes closed. He whimpered as his eardrums assaulted his nerves with every kind of pain imaginable.
Suddenly, the jolts that reaped the giant's body stopped and all movement ceased. The smoky haze that surrounded the creature's backside faded away to reveal a perfectly untouched, unscarred back.
Izuku's jaw was slack. What. The. Hell.
How on earth did it recover from that hit? As glad as he was that they weren't dead, he had been hoping that they would have been at least incapacitated for a short while.
The huge, man-like figure began to rise, first leaning all its weight on its two hands and then re-stabilizing itself on its gargantuan feet. Almost like lightning, the giant turned its face to Midoriya and shot him a look of discontent. It was merely pissed off about getting drilled in the spine. It let out a deep, guttural roar and began to chase poor Izuku once more, running at an even faster pace than before.
'OH CRAP!'
Midoriya squeaked in fear and took off running once again. His arm was broken from the one-time use of his quirk, completely obliterated and crusted with delicate flakes of blood around his abused knuckles. It flapped around uselessly, sagging behind his dashing body. He was gasping for air, the previous punch had taken a lot out of him, and his broken toes were messing up his steps. He could only keep this up for so long...
So he decided. Rather than sticking around and waiting to become possible giant-human-chow, he was going to escape into the trees. It was quite possible that if he could get up high enough, then he'd be safe from the wrath of the long-haired, vengeful giant.
He took another chance with fate and relinquished the use of another of his limbs to One For All. The quirk exchanged his left leg's wellbeing for raw power and speed. In milliseconds, he was soaring upwards, drifting slightly towards the branches of a nearby tree. He used his good left arm to latch onto the thick branch and hoisted himself up with his shoulders to keep his face inches above the cold wood. He continued to hang on the tree branch, slinging his arm around the doltish tree appendage. He was relatively stable, but still not out of the woods.
But just then, another horror became reality. He was slipping. Fast.
'OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA DIE HERE!'
Midoriya's face was streaming with tears, the possibility of death gripping him at that moment. His Mom, his friends, All Might... they'd all lose him.
Just because he fell off of a tree and was chomped up by a spiteful giant.
He desperately lifted his right leg above his head, trying to pull himself above the branch using his foot as a sort of hook. His heel was grating against the wood, losing its hold on the tree's offshoot every time he thought he got a decent hold.
'Almost there...'
Midoriya was hissing in agony as he strained his muscles, making his leg perform actions it had never even attempted to do before.
Another swing at the branch. Miss.
Another. Miss.
Another grave attempt. Miss.
The last of his fingertips were grazing against the cold wood, screaming for release. His body was shutting down, his energy completely gone.
There was only room left for one more swing with his body, and he put every ounce of thought and spirit into the last swing. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the utter pain that would be his demise.
Swing...
CLUMP!
Midoriya opened his eyes to a sight of utter relief. Izuku got a solid hold on the tree's bark, barely making it by sticking the heel of his shoe into a knothole in the thick branch.
He was finally able to hoist his whole body above the branch and release his weight onto the tree. His arm and leg were screaming at him in pain while the other two injured limbs remained completely numb with shock. It was a temporary close to the nightmarish ordeal, hopefully, one that would discourage the beast below.
The gargantuan was continuously clawing its hands at the base of the tree, growling ever so slightly with each heart-wrenching scrape against the solid bark. Izuku's nerves were still fraying from the adrenaline fueled chase and the near death experience, but he knew he was relatively safe from the humanoid figure. The thing couldn't reach up to where he was, an unsettling 50 meters from ground level.
He still wasn't trusting of the tree, gripping onto its sturdy branches with gusto. His broken leg and arm were dangling from the elevated safe haven, tempting the furious giant at the foot of the tree. They were numb, broken. He was broken.
The gravity of his situation finally hit him.
What would he do now? What could he do now? He was stuck in a place that he wasn't familiar with, not even sure that he was anywhere near civilization.
He could go the rest of his life without finding a single human being if he was that remote. There was only one thing to do, move.
Unfortunately, that was clearly an impossibility in his current situation. It wasn't exactly the best idea to try and bargain with the irate monster at his tree's front door, and he wouldn't be able to go very far with two of his limbs out of commission.
It was hopeless, utterly forlorn. All he could do now was sit and wait.
He clawed his way to the base of the branch, lifting his torso up and leaning his entire upper body against the topmost trunk of the tree. Even at the tremendous height, the trunk was still over 5 meters in diameter, too big for him to completely wrap his arms around. It was exceedingly terrifying to be this high up, but it definitely was heavenly compared to the hell-like below.
A fearsome roar shook Midoriya out of his peaceful thoughts, bringing him back to the real world. Or at least what he thought was the real world.
The beast below wasn't giving up, still scratching at the tree. It didn't seem like it would back off without at least something to compensate for its effort.
'Hmm... I could be here longer than I thought...'
He couldn't wait here forever, but he could definitely wait out the next few days if necessary. After that, he'd either starve to death, fall off the branch, die of dehydration, or the thing clawing at the tree may figure out how to climb it. He wasn't going to wait for that to happen.
'If they leave within a few hours, I could definitely get down... wait...'
Izuku nearly slapped himself in the face. He definitely wasn't thinking when he did this. How could he even get down from from the tree? He had so carelessly jumped to safety that he epically failed to realize that there was no way to get down without having all his limbs. So he was stuck here, for at least until his arm and leg were completely healed.
That could take months. He was doomed.
There wasn't any point in sulking about it, so Izuku had to be productive. He needed to start thinking of ways to get out of this without dying.
'Let's see... if I wait this out until night, the giant might go to sleep by then... if they even sleep at all.'
Midoriya took a glance at the creature once again, noticing its slight weariness after chasing him for so long. He then directed his line of sight straight into the sky.
'It's about sunset where I am... I could definitely take a nap or wait this out. Still, I gotta figure out how I'm gonna get down from here.'
Midoriya chose the better option of taking a nap for a few hours, just to replenish some of the energy he burned because of his obliviousness to this creature's hostility.
He would never make a mistake like this again. If he saw another thing like this, he was going to book it. Immediately.
Midoriya took off the mask from his gym costume, the fabric still soaking wet from his sweatiness.
'Eww... I'm even disgusted by myself!' He thought as he held up the disgusting elastic and fabric.
He tried to ignore the dampness of the stretchy cloth as he ripped apart the mask with his teeth and used the elastic to bind his right leg to the branch, just in case he were to start drifting off the tree while he was unconscious. Once he was done tying the appendage, he gave it a quick yank with his hands to ensure his safety.
He positioned his body over the branch, hugged the tree with his good arm, and passed out from pure, unadulterated exhaustion. He slept like a log.
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All Might / Toshinori
Toshinori was sitting in Principal Nedzu's office, carelessly leaning on a chair while his arched back was slumped in defeat. The Principal was using his plug-in stove, boiling water for tea. They were previously arguing about the same thing for hours until Nedzu offered some tea out of the blue.
'I suppose he's just as tired as I am about arguing this...'
"Look," Nedzu said comfortingly.
'Never mind...'
"It's not your fault that your personal student went missing. If I had been faster to bring the faculty over, then this disaster would have never even happened."
Toshinori gave a sideways glance to the tiny rodent-man.
"He was my responsibility," Toshinori said bluntly.
"My goodness!" Nedzu exclaimed, losing whatever patience, and sanity, he had left, "You need to have a little compassion for yourself!" The Principal put his stubby little arms on his hips, his tiny suit getting a little stretched with the unusual movement, "It wasn't your doing, was it?"
"No," Toshinori sighed.
"Then it wasn't your fault."
Toshinori just stared in response.
"Honestly, Toshinori," Nedzu began to pour a cup of tea with the kettle from the heater, "You can't expect to save everyone you come across. There's always bound to be an outlier, an unaccounted disaster that hits you by surprise. Nobody can blame you for not being prepared for that kind of thing."
'He's right... goddamnit, he's always right. Is it really my fault that this happened, or was it just plain heroism driving Midoriya to try and save me?'
"Nonetheless," Nedzu reassured as he placed the cup of tea on Toshinori's coaster, "Naomasa will probably find out where these villains are hiding him soon. I trust him as much as you do, Toshinori."
"Still," Toshinori glared at the tinted water, seeing his distorted reflection wobble around, "What if they find out about Midoriya being my successor? What if we don't find him at all?"
"I'm afraid there's always that possibility," Nedzu stared at the ground for a moment, clutching the kettle with his paw. He then raised his head and smiled.
"Still," he beamed, "There's always hope for the future when you're in our shoes. These villains will never understand the true meaning of being a hero, nor will they ever triumph because they think themselves better than us. We've always been on the right side of justice, protecting people where it really matters, giving them the hope they need. If we really are heroes, then we'll prevail."
Toshinori smiled with that, having been reminded why he believes in Midoriya, in his students, in his colleagues. Why he believes in himself.
'He definitely knows how to lighten the mood.'
"So cheers, Toshinori!" Nedzu held up his slightly smaller teacup, "To being heroes."
They clinked cups and drank heartily, the tension from earlier dying down with pure hope replacing it.
'Izuku, wherever you are... I hope you're okay. We're coming for you.'
Toshinori clenched his fist, the frail veins poking out of his tender skin. A smile protruded his face, eyes shining with determination.
'No matter what happens.'
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'It's... warm.'
Midoriya opened his eyes wearily, squinting at the warm light beaming at his eyes. He heard fire... and voices. He stayed quiet, straining to hear what the voices were saying.
"...and you found him in a tree?"
Izuku's eyes widened. Someone found him. He was saved! Yet, he stayed quiet, something about this encounter bothered him. That tiny voice in the back of his mind was urging him to doubt these people.
"Yep," a second voice replied, looking like a shadow against the small campfire, "He was conked out. Didn't even wake up when I slapped 'em hard."
'H–He slapped me!?'
He didn't know how to react to this new information, but he calmed himself quickly. He didn't want to give them the idea that he was awake. The ambers from the fire drifted into the air. The nice smoky, woody smell was thick, giving Izuku a feeling of coziness. It was too dark to see anything but the fire and the two shadowy figures slightly illuminated by the gentle flickering light.
"Must sleep like a log, that kid."
"Yeh."
"So," the first voice started, scratching his cheek irritatedly, "What are you gonna do with him?"
"Eh... maybe we could try and recruit him?"
'Recruit? Who are these people!?'
"Damn idiot!" the first voice replied, his figure slamming a fist onto the second's head, "What would we want with a brat like him?!"
"Well," the second voice said grumpily, rubbing his head from his companion's rough gesture, "Kid saved himself from a Titan with no help–"
'Is that what that giant's called? They aren't human after all?'
All of a sudden, he didn't feel so bad for punching out the Titan's spine. It would have killed him without any remorse, maybe even for sport too.
"–He was up in the air 'bout 60 or 50 meters! Man, you shoulda' seen it, the kid was dangling off of this huge branch but he was tied to the thing! He looked like a butterfly in a cocoon!"
'The elastic from my suit really held out for that long?! I'll never doubt the costuming department of U.A. ever again...'
"Huh?" the first voice replied, completely flabbergasted, "How's that even possible? How'd he get up there in the first place?"
"Uh," the second said, "Crap, I don't really know."
The first figure turned to face him, almost noticing Izuku's open eyes. Thankfully, he was able to clasp them shut right before the figure could notice his consciousness.
"Hmph," the first figure stared at Midoriya, "Then he must be something really special."
The figure then turned back to face his companion. Izuku silently wheezed in relief and squinted his eyes, still keeping his focus on the two distinct figures.
"Still," he continued, "He can't be useful if both his arm and leg are broken. You got the 'new' serum, right?"
"Right as rain," the second figure replied, taking off his backpack and beginning to ruffle through the bag, "Good thing we found 'em. Now I can get better results for Zeke."
"Ugh," the first figure grunted, tossing a piece of tinder into the fire, "You were really going to inject yourself with that? I'm sure even he doesn't know what that shit'll do to you."
"He probably doesn't, but no hurt in trying, right!?" the second laughed, patting his friend's shoulder roughly. The man then became serious, "Look here, I'll just test a little bit out on that kid and see if it's okay. If it is, I'll test it out myself. If he dies, then I just don't and tell Zeke that I tested it out on a corpse or sum'n and it didn't work."
"That shit will knock him out immediately," the first said bitterly, "Better wait until he's conscious."
'They're still talking about doing something to me... I need to get away. Now.'
He tuned out the voices and tried to pull himself up, but he could not move a muscle in either of his obliterated limbs. His body was still not in peak condition, not even remotely. His arm and leg were still horribly broken, the skin even beginning to harden into a disgusting callous without the proper treatment he very much needed at the moment. He just had to wait this out and hope they didn't do anything ungodly to him while he pretended to be asleep...
'Wait... could I... roll away?'
On one hand, the idea was completely stupid and could get him into all kinds of trouble but on the other hand, it was definitely a better option than just waiting for a disaster to happen.
He slowly reached his hand out, getting a small hold in the loose dirt. He pulled towards himself and started to roll away slowly, but surely.
'God, this has to be the stupidest idea I've ever come up with that actually worked...'
Izuku kept his eyes squinted and his body language relaxed, just in case his saviors, and captors, noticed his movement. He rolled along slowly, trying to keep as little surface area on the ground as possible. If he made even a peep, there would be dire consequences.
The ground started to get steeper, and he had to pull himself along less and less as the hill got more inclined.
"HUH!?"
'Oh crap...'
"WHERE'D THAT LITTLE SHIT GO!?"
He remained quiet as he let himself get carried down by gravity, the little pebbles that were scattered around starting to leave little nicks on his skin.
"Damn, he's rolling down that hill!"
The slapping of feet against dirt was getting louder and louder as Izuku lost control of his movement. He'd stopped trying to roll ages ago.
Now he just wanted to stop rolling. He was clawing desperately at the ground, trying to find some sort of niche to get a hold of and stop his excessive speed. With each futile snatch, loose dirt lifted into his hand and sifted right back to the ground through his fingers.
'Why did I decide to do this again?'
The yells were getting closer and closer in proximity, the anxiety ready to make Izuku explode from the sheer amount building up inside. Still, he kept rolling down, even more violently than before. Each spin caused his whole body to jump into the air and smack fiercely into the ground once more. He was feeling each and every hit against the rocky earth.
'It would be great if they could stop chasing me soon... then I could just focus on–'
"AHH!" Midoriya squealed, caught completely off guard by one of his pursuer's actions. His leg was being squished violently by one of the two figures.
"Gotcha, ya' little maggot," the second figure from earlier growled, smiling deviously with pride from his catch and revealing his calloused fingers gripping Midoriya's red, pudding-like ankle.
Midoriya was forcefully dragged up the steep incline, being held in the air by his broken ankle. His one good hand was grazing against the dirt with each step closer to the two men's campfire.
'No, no, no, no! This can't be happening! I need to get away!'
He was piercing his hand into the ground, trying to delay his imminent demise at the hands of the two brutes. They were going to do something, he was sure of it. They were even bragging about it earlier.
"Good thing yer awake now," the second figure from earlier said cheerily, his entire body still shrouded in darkness, "Now we can get to work!"
After minutes of desperate clawing and grabbing, Izuku and the mysterious man were at the site of the campfire, Izuku completely dreading what could happen next.
"Okay," the first figure from earlier started. Looking at him from a different angle, Izuku took note of some obvious features of the man's face. The man had a long jaw, one that protruded farther than his other features. It jutted out in a way that was quite noticeable. His lips and nose were also quite large in comparison to his eyes. The rest of his face looked completely normal. The man turned his head to face his companion, "Get out the syringe, we're testing it now before he can escape."
"Right-o, Pieck," the second figure hummed as be began to ruffle through the bag. The man's face was lit up by the orange glow of the flames, eyes glistening with each flicker. Surprisingly enough, he looked extremely normal compared to his friend. Blue eyes with blond, short hair and barely a stubble decorating his chin. His eyes were filled with anxiousness, looking madly excited to try out the medical wonder.
Midoriya was squirming around like a worm, trying to escape the man's, whose name was apparently Pieck, ferocious grip. His teeth were clenched as he bucked wildly, his one responsive leg flailing in Pieck's sturdy hands while his good arm scratching at the ground, trying despondently to get out of the man's hold.
"Got it!" the man said after rumbling through his bag vigorously. He held up an empty syringe and a small sealed jar with a thick parchment cover. The man proceeded to push down the plunger of the syringe scrupulously, forcing all air out of the glass barrel. He delicately poked open the jar with the syringe's acute tip, gently moving the plunger back up in order to fill it with the jar's precious contents; an unidentifiable, clear liquid.
With a sharp turn, he was facing Midoriya. The mad glint in the man's eyes was shining brighter than ever, his curiosity seemingly peaking with each step towards his prey. Izuku whimpered in fear, his mind blanking out and panic invading every inch of his thoughts. In that particular moment, he forgot how to think altogether.
His thoughts were numb, clouded. It was as if a thick fog surrounded him, making him completely unaware of his surroundings.
This was terror, fear in its worst form.
He shifted back to reality when an unfamiliar feeling went through his body. Metal pricked his skin, the vein of his left arm hugging the unclean metal of the syringe. His mind was getting clouded once again. Only this time, the world was really blurring around him. The figures in front of him began to deteriorate so fast, becoming orange-brown specks that he could barely distinguish from one another.
Izuku's limbs were burning, his body shaking vigorously as a side effect of the odd substance they gave him. It felt as if his body were on fire, his brain ready to reject the concept of being conscious altogether. Just when he thought it was over, a distant voice sounded.
"...success..."
The world blacked out before him, the two figures disappearing as fast as they had appeared.
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Everything was sore.
To be more specific, Izuku's body was burning like the surface of the sun, aching with every centimeter of movement he made. This pain was horrible enough to the extent that he could not walk. Or even sit up for that matter.
Simply enough, he remained staring at the ceiling, silently cursing his fixed position and hoping for the aches to ease away.
Slowly, but surely, the world stopped spinning around him and he was able to barely scrape up enough energy to elevate himself from the ground. When he was finally in a relatively normal sitting position, his legs overlapping one another by the knees, he surveyed his bleak surroundings.
He was in a building. Safe.
At least, he hoped so.
His head rotated with the stunning speed of a snail, barely managing to stay upright on his seemingly boulder-like shoulders. It was as if while he was asleep, his body decided to spontaneously triple his weight. Of course, his body didn't have the courtesy to let him know that he would feel like he was an elephant the next morning.
The room was plainly decorated, more or less. A wood floor, painted interior, and shelves. Many, many shelves. Housed on these shelves were boxes and jars of every sort, insisting the possibility of this place being a bunker of some sort.
Izuku's mind continued humming along passively, not being completely aware nor unaware of his predicament. It was an uneasy state of incapacity, and it was driving him absolutely bonkers. He wanted desperately to grasp the situation at hand; to find out how he even got here. Unfortunately, his brain wasn't having it.
So what did he do? He sat there.
He sat there and stared at the wall right in front of him, being the mental equivalent of brain dead for who knows how long until he was jutted out of his thoughts with a piercing sound.
"Oi," a cold, sharp voice demanded Izuku's attention. Groggily turning to face the source of the deadly tone, he sees a pair of steel grey eyes staring right back at his own half-lidded, green hued pair of eyes.
"Huh?" he grumbled, giving all he could offer in a single sentence to appease the commanding voice. It wasn't necessarily his fault that he couldn't think clearly, but the frigid man seemed to think otherwise.
"Brat," the grey eyed man spat, pouring every ounce of malice into the short word. The rough clank and scrape of a blade against the ground could be heard as he continued, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He continued to peer into the eyes of the stranger with extreme blurriness and before he knew it, there was a blade against his throat and a calloused hand gruffly seizing the back of his collar.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" the apathetic stranger seethed once more. This time, a look of murderous intent tore into Midoriya's soul, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Midoriya did a full-body shudder and gulped nervously. The iron of the blade was too close for comfort and it was making Midoriya sweat like an absolute pig.
'Just what have I gotten myself into!?'
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Nonetheless, please do review because I actually have no idea what I'm doing. I've been here for about four months and I'm still clueless on action scenes.
Fave and follow if you think this is good (let's be honest, you'd have to be insane to think I'm actually good at writing). I'm always punitive of myself so I really never think that my writing is good .-.
If some of you are super confused by the whole Zeke / Injection part, then don't fret! Future chapters will explain and I won't ruin it here. Just a little inside answer for shadowprove97, it was number two! (Good job on predicting tho.)
I'm probably going to update this mid-April or around early May. Don't expect updates throughout June, finals, and SATs will plague my schedule horribly.
That's all for this time, bye!
