CHAPTER 8: The Chapter Where Izuku Gets His Wish

"Bull Teeth did what?! " Izuku nearly choked on his eggs; Giran had filled him inon what he had discovered.

Giran took a drag from his cancer stick and nodded. "The bitch hates being insulted in any way, shape, or form so now she's looking for someone to pummel to the ground."

Izuku gulped. "Won't she try barging in on our meeting then? She has shown that she will invade any place that has demeaned her and Bull Teeth probably wouldn't like the reminder of our failure now that the League has rejected her... "

"That's why I had contacted the manchild and requested a change in place."

"To the warehouse?"

Giran nodded. "It's secluded, so no chance of alerting heroes and it's easier to evacuate and disappear from. Also, it's outside of her turf so she wouldn't be able to invade unless she wanted to anger some baddies."

Izuku tapped his chin, shifting a bit in his seat. "But if she wants a turf war, it might be the perfect opportunity to challenge Acid Blood or the league."

Giran snorted. "She would be suicidal to fight him and barge in on our meeting at the same time. She's tempramental, not stupid."

"Yes…" Izuku frowned, adjusting his shirt then stiffened. "But she wouldn't be smart enough to buy his silence, right? Acid Blood is always looking for more stash and she could always catch him by surprise later..."

The cigarette fell from Giran's mouth and Izuku realized what he had just said, causing him to pale.

Crap. This might spell big trouble for them. Bull Teeth had taken over the southern yakuza's cocaine trading roads last year after she had defeated the previous yakuza head and threatened the new leader. The northern yakuza were too powerful for Bull Teeth, but they had decided to leave the other branch to burn; they had still been recovering from their leader's sickness.

And it was known that Acid Blood was an addict. It was his only weakness and the only explanation as to how the yakuza made an alliance with him in the first place.

Giran stood up and rushed to his bedroom to get the phone. "Clean up, Ya'rok! I'm not planning on dying because of that bitch!"

Izuku nodded and waited until he heard the sounds of Giran's cursing and tapping before he moved silently towards his coat. He gently took out the charger and fingered the rigged cable, lowering his voice as he relayed the address to the warehouse. "Please bring backup, I can guarantee that it'll turn messy."

Nothing resembling a reply returned from the cable, which was fine with him. He knew that it was only one way. He could only hope that it reached Aizawa.

He stashed the charger in the inner pocket and returned to the table, sighing at the half eaten breakfast. He wanted to finish the food - feeling guilty over wasted food - but he felt nauseous and light-headed.

He had only wanted to arrest Giran and return home. Why did everything have to become so complicated?

He shook his head, bracing himself on the table as his skull pounded. He had to take deep breaths and wait until the pounding ebbed a bit before he could throw out the food and dump the dishes into the sink.

Think positive. Aizawa would bring backup. Bull Teeth and her gang would be beaten. Giran would get arrested and he would… and he would… he would see momma and Kacchan again.

Burning arose behind his eyes but Izuku forced them back, blinking at the ceiling. He couldn't break down now. This was the last stretch. He had to keep it in until it was all over.

Hold on for another week. Just for another week. Don't betray anything.

Anything.


The next week was a nightmare. Giran had Izuku go through more intense training that left him sore and half-dead. But he couldn't complain; they had to be ready for anything.

Giran and Izuku had tracked down Bull Teeth's activity and discovered the secret meeting she and Acid Blood had. They knew then that the worst outcome had just became real.

When Giran requested another change in locations, Izuku was subjected to Giran screaming curses at the wall after hanging up. So they went to scout out the warehouse one early morning, finding various exit points and planting traps to force back any invaders.

Of course, anything he heard or planned was whispered to the unresponsive transmitter cable later at night. He would then clutch the only link he had to freedom and let silent tears stain his pillow.

Just a little bit more…

On Saturday night, when people normally partied, Izuku and Giran prepared to fight for their lives instead.

They checked their weapons - Giran with his guns and Izuku with his knife and taser - then holstered their bags and exchanged grim looks. The older man made an odd expression and strode to the tense preteen, hand raised.

Too strained from worrying, Izuku took a step back on instinct.

Giran rolled his eyes and stepped forward again, lowering his hand to nestle over Izuku's curls. He then ruffled the untamed mop, giving a rare soft smile.

Izuku looked at him incredulously before closing his eyes and letting himself lean into the touch, relishing in the strangely peaceful moment. He bit his lip when the hand disappeared, flushing in embarrassment when Giran snorted amusingly.

As revenge, he kicked the man's shin as he left the house. The loud swearing somewhat alleviated the fear gnawing Izuku's heart.

However, there was still the gut-wrenching realization that no matter what happened tonight, he wouldn't be returning home with Giran.

Despite the hearty departure, they drove in tense silence to the warehouse. Giran lit his second cigarette and exhaled loudly. The smell of the smoke nearly suffocated Izuku, but he knew that Giran was more anxious than usual; even his sunglasses couldn't stop his quirk from glowing ominously. The preteen fingered his slightly crooked tie, another sign of his kidnapper's stress.

"Ya'rok. Focus."

Izuku startled and turned his attention to his captor. Giran looked at him grimly, eyes burning bright behind shades. But the man himself only took a deep breath and took his cigarette out, throwing it out of the window, then parked the car behind a huge bush.

They sat there for a long time.

A warm hand landed on Izuku's hair but didn't move. The comforting weight helped the preteen relax.

He manipulated you to care about him.

Izuku stiffened and yanked the hand off him. Giran huffed a weary chuckle and exited the car, leaving him to stew in his momentary lapse in judgement.

The preteen couldn't let Giran make him doubt himself. Like Aizawa said, he couldn't let his feelings cloud his resolve. He would arrest Giran today. He would leave a free man.

No matter how terrified he was.


Izuku stuck to Giran's side as they trekked up the road to the warehouse, examining their surroundings. It didn't seem like any of their traps had been triggered and he could see movement inside the windows.

The league was here.

Izuku gulped and clenched his hand over his bag strap.

This was it.

Showtime.


A man made out of black mist with yellow cracks in place of eyes greeted them at the door to the meeting room. He invited them in with a flick of the wrist. Giran grinned at him, confidence dialed up and covering all the tension from before, and passed by the mist without a word

Izuku politely bowed his head to the barista before swiftly following Giran.

"You're finally here, Rogues."

Izuku's eye twitched.

The manchild was here.

Giran shrugged and strode to the only unoccupied couch, which fortunately faced the door and was opposite their host, and sat down in a relaxed manner. Izuku shook his head at the simple idiocy their host displayed - never facing away from an exit is one of the most fundamental principles when residing in a room - and sat by the older man.

"So Shigaraki, I'm certain that you've heard of the worrying actions of Minotaur," Giran went straight to business. He lit a cigarette and nodded to the mist man when he passed him a glass of deep gold whiskey.

The manchild, Shigaraki, fumed from his seat, the only seat with missing patches. "This side quest has become too troublesome! She should just shut up and do her useless leveling somewhere else!"

Izuku noticed Giran's eye twitch and hid a nervous giggle, eyes darting around the room.

"Shigaraki Tomura, we should stick to the reason for this meeting," The mist man said.

Shigaraki huffed and glared at Giran, scratching his throat. "I want you to find more party members. We want to make an explosive entrance and take out the big boss, but we don't have enough party members to do a raid."

Giran rested his chin on his interlaced fingers. "That won't be easy unless you have a way of selling your 'raid' to the crowds. If you want a big group to join you, you need a plan and a selling campaign."

Shigaraki growled and then turned to Izuku, who tensed at the sudden attention. "I know you're smarter than this old man. I need party members, now."

Izuku frowned. "How are you even planning on fighting this boss? Who is even the big boss? If he's such a problem to take out with only you and Kurogiri, then why recruit small fry? As Giran said, you need a plan and a motive."

Shigaraki blinked at him and then grinned eerily, cracks appearing on his dry skin. "Oh trust me, we're currently working on creating the perfect anti-All Might weapon. The small fry are there to stall any side-bosses who plan on interfering."

Izuku's eyes widened in horror. "All Might? You're trying to take down All Might?! That's impossible!"

In the blink of an eye, a hand grabbed Izuku's tie and yanked him up for a moment before the fabric disintegrated to dust; Izuku fell back to the couch coughing. Shigaraki growled and swatted the dust away, hovering over Izuku. "Your job isn't to worry about my success. I want you to gather party members and feed us information about All Might. That's your new quest, Rogue."

Izuku glared at the manchild with all the hatred he had, but when Giran suddenly touched his shoulder, he was forced to drop his bloodlust and lean away from the sadistic grin the manchild held.

Izuku felt trapped as their new contract formed under Giran's pen. Where was Aizawa? Did the transmitter fail and the heroes didn't know where to strike? Did Aizawa lie to him?

Things were going too smoothly for the villains and Giran.

A knock was heard.

No traps were triggered.

All of the room's inhabitants froze and stared at the door in disbelief.

Izuku's heart soared with hope.

"Delivery!" A familiar voice echoed. Izuku's heart skipped as he jumped on Giran and forced him to the ground as an explosion rattled the room.

Izuku groaned, clutching his ears as they rang, turning to the door.

"INTRUDERS!" Shigaraki screeched as he caught a piece of rubble that flew to his face, leaving dust in its wake.

Kurogiri swirled, preparing to escape the warehouse when another explosion rocked the building and a spray of liquid washed over the four inhabitants. The mist man collapsed and dissipated, a neck brace falling on top of fallen clothing. Shigaraki coughed and grabbed the silvery brace, looking around them with eyes filled with rage and panic.

Izuku was able to shield Giran so none of the liquid reached the man and hacked as the foul tasting substance filled his mouth - it tasted like rotten eggs and his head was growing foggy.

Giran grabbed Izuku's arm and pulled him behind the, miraculously, intact couch. Giran wiped the liquid from his face and tapped his cheeks. "Can you hear me, Ya'rok? I need you to vomit everything you swallowed."

Izuku nodded and stuck his fingers down his throat until he bent over and emptied his stomach. It didn't help the smell, but it stopped the fogginess from growing worse. Izuku leaned onto Giran, coughing and looking up in fear as he tried blinking to clear his head.

"Wha-what happened?"

Giran peeked from the couch and ducked a moment later, covering Izuku's head with his arms as a third explosion went off. The couch they hid behind flew over them and hit a wall. Giran cursed and pulled Izuku as far away from the door as possible.

Izuku stared dazed at the entrance, heart stopping when he saw a huge silhouette appear in the smoke.

A huge axe was thrown and Izuku screamed as Giran shoved him back, the huge weapon going an inch into the stone wall - where they stood a second ago - and creating cracks across the surface.

A loud thump reverberated throughout the room, followed by maniacal laughter. "You are powerless now, League! Now I get to kill both interfering pests at the same time!"

"Bull Teeth…" Giran growled, tearing off his glasses and letting his quirk take over his face. Izuku shuddered, not used to seeing it so potent - bloodlust rolled off his kidnapper.

Bull teeth saw him and her laughter dropped; her eyes became as hard as steel. "You should have known better than to set traps for me. I could smell them from a mile away. Now that Acid Blood has given me free reign and the suppressants, you have nothing to protect yourself with."

She had them. And Izuku knew that if the heroes didn't arrive in the next minute, they were dead.

Shigaraki shrieked and threw what was left of the table at Bull Teeth, who sidestepped the attack and grinned darkly, the bull-like face distorting. The manchild stomped his feet. "Get out of here, side quest! I don't like you and I didn't ask for you!"

The bull woman charged forward and Shigaraki hopped away, coughing and stumbling over himself. The woman bared her teeth and backhanded the manchild, a loud crack sounding when his body made contact with the wall.

Izuku and Giran rushed to Shigaraki and Izuku turned the limp body over, watching a huge gash on the pale forehead, pump blood freely.

"Shit." Izuku clumsily tore a piece of Shigaraki's ratty shirt and pressed it to the gash. Giran stood and placed himself between Izuku and Bull Teeth, quirk on display and a piece of broken wood in hand.

Izuku swallowed acidic remains and clutched his head with his free hand, head pounding - he was going to pass out if it didn't stop.

A yell cut through the pounding. Izuku watched as Giran fell back, barely avoiding a swipe.

Bull teeth roared furiously then suddenly froze.

Izuku held his breath as the monster of a woman lowered her hand and touched her neck, pulling out a huge dart canister. She stared at it dumbly before looking behind her and crashed to the floor.

Giran jumped to the right, evading the fallen woman, and shouted in rage when branches wrapped around his middle, restraining his arms.

Branches? That's… that's Kamui's—

"Secure all villains and make sure the child is brought to the paramedics!" Someone shouted and Izuku exhaled a sob, slapping his hand over his mouth as his lower lip wobbled.

They were here! The heroes had come to save him!

Giran stared at Izuku with an aghast expression. "Ya'rok… you…"

Izuku took a deep breath, lowered his hand and smiled through his tears. "I won this time, Giran. I'm going home."

Giran yelled and a branch came up, covering his mouth. His shouting became muffled and soon a familiar shadow blocked Giran from his view.

"Who is this, problem child?" Aizawa snapped his fingers in front of Izuku, getting the preteen's attention. Izuku blinked and looked down - his hand was still pressing the fabric to Shigaraki's bleeding wound.

Izuku swallowed and gently shook his head in an attempt to clear it. "It-it's Shigaraki. The one I told you we were meeting. Bull Teeth sprayed something on us that cancelled quirks and it had something in it to knock us out."

The fogginess abruptly spread and Izuku swayed in place, heart in his throat and heat rising in the back of his neck.

Big hands grasped him by the shoulders and bloodshot eyes held his gaze. "Midoriya, you swallowed some of it?"

Izuku barely managed a nod. "I… I threw it up… Giran made me… I protected him…"

Aizawa sighed and gently moved Izuku away from the prone body of the villain. The hero hooked one arm under his knees and one behind his shoulders, picking him up easily. "Of course you did, problem child…"

Izuku - cheek against the black jacket and listening to the strong heartbeat underneath - weakly shrugged. It was getting harder to focus. His head was killing him.

"YA'ROK!"

Giran? It sounded like… it sounded like he was in pain…

"Gir...ran?"

The hand covering his shoulder squeezed. "Don't worry about him anymore. I'm taking you home."

Oh, okay , Izuku thought before the world disappeared behind a heavy fog.

He was finally going home.

At long last.


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