DEER
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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei
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Genre(s): Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. NO BETA, so beware of grammar mistakes
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Summary: Shota thought discovering their 'Nightwalker' to be a kid was bad enough. Not to mention how the said kid is literally Quirkless, meaning the law cannot touch him.
"I don't wanna be a Hero. It's too troublesome"
And then this?
Maybe it's not too late to ask Nezu for a raise this year…
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Or, being a good citizen and stopping an illegal back-alley transaction resulted in him getting some High-Ranking Villain's attention. He didn't even raise a hand at those A-holes. Just glaring at them hard enough, they turned tail.
This second-chance of life is so not worth it. What a drag…
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Stain thought bombarding the city with a lot of Nomu was a bit overkill. But then, if he said that to Tomura's face, it'll be like calling pot kettle black.
After all, he killed the Fake Heroes almost everyday now for the world to see. So, they'll realize this society is never a rainbow and sunshine.
Today should be like any other day. Him, patrolling across the border while eliminating those he deemed unsuitable to be heroes. He didn't suspect anything. Even after the League of Villain extended their help, a kid in Robot Suit tried to fight him in the name of vengeance and failed (he didn't even care about the wounded Native. Disgusting) then his friends—a boy with red hair and another with heterochromia—came to help by punching the ground till it caved in, or sending a spike of ice that reached the sky, he still thought today will just be like any other.
But right at that second, the dread came crawling in.
The night was cold, yet somehow, it turned even more so. Something invisible pressing him down, cutting the air circulation that choked him till it almost hurt. A warning signal (get away, get away. Run, run, run, save yourself—) blared inside his mind, that he was torn between fleeing or stay rooted.
As he was contemplating what kind of Quirk that could make him felt so small—a feat even a stronger, bigger fake Heroes he fought before couldn't do. The students from UA and the dying hero was long unconscious from the change in the atmosphere alone—Stain suddenly stood ramrod straight. His sharpened reflex was his only saving grace when a bunch of short knives (no. not knives. It was kunai) flew to him, intended to put holes on every inch of his body but failed. Stain didn't have the time to take a breather either when a bigger hurdle came once again, clashing their sword with his own, sending spark across the darkened alleyway.
Now that they were stuck in this close proximity, Stain had ample time to observe the one who had managed to catch him so off guard. It was a boy. Judging from the height, he must be the same age as these students of UA. He wore tight-fitting black clothes and a grey flack jacket. The open-toe boots didn't make any sound, be it that the soles were created for a stealth purpose or this kid's step was just too quiet. A Deer Mask with unsmiling lips covered most of his face. The only thing he could see was the blank, dead green eyes boring right into him, peeking from the eyehole of the headpiece.
Stain managed to thought "that was the eye of a murderer—"* before the fight continued on.
He didn't know how much time had passed. Their fight felt like an eternity by how fast the pace was. A slash here, a thrust there. A dirty kick between the legs, backhanded him across the face. Deer jumped and ran on the wall (was there a spike on his boot? No, maybe sticky substance, because there were no puncture holes on the brick after he ran on there)**, almost gutted his stomach with a kunai if Stain didn't see him shifted ever so slightly and lept back at the very last second. Although that move made him stumbled a bit (shocked, that a kid half his age didn't even hesitate in dealing a fatal blow. Kid assassin is unheard of, in these days and ages. After all, Yakuza groups were in the brink of extinction too), the boy succeeded in injuring him on the cheek with a needle (senbon) for that mistake.
(The tense air was still there. Still choking and weighing him own. This must be the kid's quirk. Not a flashy one, but super effective in cowering the villain down)
Stain blocked a batch of shurikens as he dashed forward, ready to indulge the boy in another close combat. But his eyesight suddenly swayed, black dots swam on the peripheral of his eyes. Before his legs turned to jelly and he crumpled down, dual katanas clattered noisily to the dirty ground.
…what?
What the hell? Stain grunted. What happened? He couldn't move, he couldn't even twitch his finger. The tense air that had been clinging onto them had evaporated the moment he was down, so not the work of the child's Quirk either then.
Was it poison? The stray senbon that nicked his cheek came to mind and he cursed out loud. Was that tiny needle laced with paralyzing poison? Damn, kid. Using the equivalent of Stain's own quirk on him. He never realized how scary it was not to have your limbs listening to you. Now, he understands the reason why people tend to be wary of him the moment they knew how his Quirk worked. Deer walked closer, stepping onto the fallen swords with enough force that it actually snapped in half. Stain gnashed his teeth in agitation at that, willing his consciousness to be aware for a moment longer. Just so he could ask the kid a question that had been plaguing his mind for the past couple of hours.
"Who are you?"
Deer crouched, peering down on him and tilting his head cutely like a curious kid should be. Then he saw the blank, dead orb and it reminded him once again that this kid is not the usual wannabe. He hummed minutely, lifting up the ninjato and said.
"Just another killer."
Stain never dreamed of losing against anyone other than All Might. He is the true Hero, after all. He should be the one who stopped the Hero-Killer reign of terror.
But then lose he did as he stared right at the weapon swinging down onto him before his vision went black.
And Akaguro Chizome knew no more.
(A/N): Reminder. Izuku is Quirkless.
*Stain saw that kind of eyes almost everyday. After all, he IS a murderer, no matter how he tried to justify his action.
Just saying. You're full of bullcrap, Stain. If you want to purge the fake heroes so bad, do the Sawada Tsunayoshi's way. A.k.a, become one, raise to the top and changed it from the inside. Your work right now? You're basically Rokudo Mukuro before he turned nice `3`
**It's anti-gravity soles. Now he can walk on the wall or tree. Can't really walk on a cable or water, unfortunately. The boots are voice-activated. "Eternal King" gave me this idea, shout out to him/her/they :D
Izuku was there because Todoroki tapped the choker twice and sent the recording to his phone. Todoroki meant that as an SOS so Izuku could ask for a competent Hero to help them restraining Stain. But he decided to come to the place himself.