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Fallen Angel
My Hero Academia
Assassin!Izuku
Izuku Has a Quirk!
Selective Mute!Izuku
WARNING: Feelings.
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. NOR DO I OWN THE AWESOME COVER ART.
Chapter Eight: New Phone Who Dis?
Summary: Izuku was abducted at a young age, he was given a new name and trained to kill. To be an assassin. One day, years after he was taken, heroes stormed his prison and took his Master away. They offer him a chance to be free of the thick chains of his brainwashing and could be a hero, something he dreamed of as a child. Despite the fear of punishment for turning against Master's teaching, Izuku will work to save people. RATING HIGH T. WARNINGS INSIDE.
His hands turned the cellular device over, green eyes analyzing every inch of it. It was a smart phone, just like Aizawa's except his had a black case while this one had a green case. Izuku looked at his guardian with his eyebrows raised curiously.
"It's so you can contact me or any of the U.A. staff wherever you are," Aizawa explained, raising an eyebrow. "With this school year being almost over you'll have to train for the Entrance Exam and I'll have to attend meetings. So I want to be able to get ahold of you quickly."
The green-haired teen nodded, he looked back down at the device and started scrolling through the apps. Noting what they do and where they are.
"You can put a password or screensaver on them, but I want to know what your password is."
Izuku was confused on that, but shrugged. It's not like he had anything to hide. 'How do I set up a password?'
Just because he was fine with Aizawa going through his phone doesn't mean he wanted anyone else to get into it.
Said man leaned over in his sleeping bag so he can see the screen. "Go into settings."
Aizawa lead Izuku through the app until they reached the number keyboard where they typed the password.
"Now you can put in the number combination you want to be your password."
The mute teen tilted his head as multiple different number combinations filled his head. He wanted the password to mean something so that narrowed it down to dates. But he didn't want something too over the top. Maybe the date he was rescued?
"Most people do their birthday or the birthday of someone close to them," Aizawa suggested when he saw the conflicted look on his charge's face.
Izuku perked up as an idea hit him and slowly typed the date, making sure his guardian could see it.
0704.
It was simple enough and it meant something.
"Who's birthday is it?" The Pro-hero asked.
The teen gave his a sad grin. 'My Mom's.'
Scrolling through the News, Izuku slowly ate a jelly pouch. He was waiting in the Teacher's Lounge for his guardian. Normally, he would have gotten started on homework Nedzu assigned, but the teen finished it early. So now he was learning about the latest hero achievements.
Well, he was until Hizashi kicked open the door and made him choke on some melon-flavored jelly.
"Hey, Zuzu!" The loud man grinned as Izuku dislodged the jelly. "Shouta told me he finally gave you a phone!"
The green-haired teen nodded with a smile and held up the device.
"I want to show you something," Hizashi said in a quieter voice, a mischievous grin on his face. "It'll annoy Shouta in a very funny way."
Izuku tilted his head curiously. 'What is it?'
"Ever heard of memes?"
"Wait, stop."
Izuku paused the throat punch he was about to deliver to the training dummy. He innocently turned to his guardian, head tilted as if to ask 'what did I do?'
Aizawa really hoped his eyes were lying to him. "What did you mouth to the dummy?"
The teen looked confused, but signed what he did, in fact, mouth only a few seconds ago.
"Did you-did you call the dummy a lemon stealing whore?"
Izuku brightened. 'Hizashi showed me some funny videos on the internet and-'
"I'm going to murder Hizashi-"
Aizawa yawned as he walked into the police department. His eyes scanning the officers before landing on a familiar man.
"Detective Tsukauchi," The Pro-hero dully called out as he walked towards the man.
Tsukauchi Naomasa turned around and gave Aizawa a nod. "Hello, Eraserhead, I know you have to get home soon, so I'll make this quick."
"I have a few hours before my Problem Child-sitter has to leave."
Aizawa followed the Detective to the man's cluttered desk. "I called you here because we finally got the assassin to talk."
"The one that tried to kill me?"
Detective Tsukauchi nodded as hr pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to the Pro-hero. "These are the transcripts of his interrogation."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the unconventional way of getting information, but started reading. When he moved to the second page his eyes widened.
"Is this correct?"
The Detective seemed to know what he was asking about. "Yes, word for word."
The black-haired man sighed, pushing blooming anger down, and set the papers down. "Shadow sold Izuku, but to who?"
The lights in his room were bright compared to outside as Izuku stared down at his phone. A memory of his happier days came to the front of his mind.
"Remember, Izuku, if you are in trouble and can get your hands on a phone, the second thing you do it call me. Okay?" She slowly told him a long number combination.
Her voice rang clear as day in his ears.
"Repeat it with me, honey. I want you to remember it."
He mouthed the numbers as he robotically typed them into his phone.
"Make sure to press call for the phone you are using to connect to mine."
"Like this, Mommy?"
His fingers pressed call and he held the device to his ear. While waiting for the call to connect he felt a sense of foreboding. Like his soul wasn't in his body and he couldn't think up of ways this could end.
The ringing stopped. "Hello?"
Everything in Izuku's world just froze as the man on the other side asked who was calling.
She's gone.
Mommy is really gone.
"Is this a caller for Midoriya Inko?"
He saw her die. He knows she died.
But this just cemented any subconscious doubts and false hope he had held onto for ten years. The little sparks that burned lowly for so long.
"I'm sorry that I'm the one that has to tell you this, but, um, she died a long time ago. My condolences for your loss."
He ended the call and dropped his phone into his carpeted bedroom floor. Next, Izuku slid onto his knees next to the fallen device, tears burning in his eyes.
"It's okay to cry, Izuku. People don't cry because they're weak, they cry because they've been strong for too long."
Izuku let out a pained howl as he laid his forehead on the floor and wrapped his arms around his head.
"I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mommy, I miss you."
His voice cracked from both emotion and lack of use for so long. Tears puddled onto the floor as he sobbed, blundering pained nonsense.
The sound of his door creaking open made Izuku shoot up, his tears didn't stop.
Aizawa stood there, looking at him emotionlessly. He was wearing a gray shirt and sweatpants. His long hair done up in a bun.
Ever so slowly and cautiously, like he was handling a scared animal, Aizawa walked into the room and stopped a few feet away from the broken child. Who was watching him like a hawk. He slowly kneeled down until both his knees touched the floor, silently the Pro-hero opened his arms.
"It's okay, kid. I'm here."
With a loud sob, Izuku launched himself into his guardian's rare offer, wrapping his own arms around the man's neck and hiding his face in the adult's shoulder.
For the first time in a long time, Izuku felt like no one could touch him. He knew the feeling was an illusion, that on one was truely untouchable.
But right now, in his adopted parent's arms, he really believed that on one- not even Master- could steal him away again.
Izuku sobbed even harder as Shouta gently rubbed his back with one hand and combed through his green hair with the other.
"I won't let him hurt you again, okay? I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."
Omake:
Hizashi was sitting calmly in the Teacher's Lounge. He was grading English papers while drinking a cup of water.
Suddenly, Aizawa came out of nowhere and delivered a flying kick to the blond's left side.
"YOU SHOWED HIM MEMES?!"
"MY GALLBLADDER!"
Y'all. Y'ALL. I WAS LEGIT CRYING WHILE I WROTE THE LAST PART NO JOKE! TEARS ACTUALLY FILLED MY EYES AND I WAS TRYING NOT TO CRY!
Fun (not really) Fact: This chapter was built around two things, me wanting Izuku to learn about memes for the future and the sad Bonding Moment.
So that is how Izuku got a phone everyone
*completely ignores the screams of my heart crying*
This is fine.
