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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(A/N): Me: *happily reading some BnHA fanfics*
My brain: "Toga loves blood, right? Do you think she loves looking at her own blood? Do you think she's suicidal? What if…Izuku tortures her until she's basically swimming in her own blood, will she love it or will she hate it? And realize that her victims don't like it when she 'torture' them? That she finally realized that being at the end of her knife is a scary thing to ever happen to them?"
Me: *staring at my brain judgingly*
My brain: "What? Don't lie to me. Just admit it that the idea is interesting and you want to create fanfic based on this"
Me: "…you're right"
As you can see from my 'conversation' with my sometimes-sadistic brain, this chapter will be a bit gore. I'm not the type who wrote thriller story, however, so I don't think it will turn out as scary as I make it sound to be. I don't mind if you completely skip this chapter, by the way. Just saying. In summary, Toga wanted to use her version of 'persuasion' to Izuku but he turned that around instead.
Also, please. Please. STOP ASKING ME TO 'UPDATE SOON'. It seems some of you didn't read the A/N from chapter 6, in which I ask you this exact request. Or you decided to ignore it, idk. There'll be a big gap in an update after this chap, I haven't written the next one cuz college is so hectic rn. So, please. I BEG OF YOU. Don't pressure me! I really don't wanna be a bad guy, guys. Especially as I'm already a bad guy now because I hurt everyone's fav character here
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Himiko was happy to have a new friend in this dreary place.
Oh, don't get her wrong. Everyone here is so fun. Tomura let her play the game with him sometimes, albeit begrudgingly (apparently, she was the only one here who knew what even a console is). Twice never failed to amuse her with his 'double personality' shows. Dabi was fun to tease, especially if he started sparking blue and threatened to burn her up with that. Compress was a street performer, enough said. Kurogiri gave her the best juice there is. Spinner was happy to give her a tour to his swords collection (and gave her some if he was being extremely generous). And Magne is her companion in 'girls' night', as she knew the latest trend of everything sparkly.
But still. Sometimes, she wished she had a friend of her own age.
And surprise, surprise! Midoriya Izuku fitted the bill!
Himiko skipped cheerfully to the basement and grinned widely when she saw Greeny with his hair down, strapped by a handcuff; the short chain was buried into the brick wall while the handcuff itself cradled both of Izuku's hands close. He had his head down, not wearing anything aside from his black tank top and a boxer (Kurogiri decided to strip Izuku down so no hidden weapon was squirreled away anymore. Everybody was surprised at how many kunai, shuriken, and senbon he brought. Honestly, where did he hide that?) and bandages all over his body (Dabi and Tomura decided to maim him a little bit for the stunt he pulled the moment he woke up). The blonde girl let out an excited squeal, looking at him. Because Izuku looked so adorable, with all the injuries marring his skin.
And today, Himiko giggled once more as she unlatched one of her beloved knives from the waist pouch, it will be her turn to decorated him with the pretty red.
She approached, compliments (about how pretty he looked with all the red)was spilling out of her tiny mouth already. Asking rhetorically if he wanted to join in on their cause and be her friend now that he was bathed in her favorite color. Izuku didn't answer. He didn't scream when Toga put a bit of force in the incision she made on his cheek. Just kept on glaring with those blank (dead) eyes with furrowed eyebrows. And wasn't that a questionable reaction too. He did groan in agony here and there when Dabi burned his tight or when Tomura turned half an inch of his neck to dust. Or as Himiko slash his skin open. But that's it. He didn't scream. Didn't ask for the torturer to stop. Asides from the silent grunts, it almost like this teen was immune to pain.
Such a pity. She really wanted to hear his cute voice.
Maybe it was his Quirk? But the blue fire user said Izuku's power is heightening his 'scary' aura. Enough that it could actually force people down to the ground without lifting a single finger.
(You know. Now that she thought about it, they could be a marvelous duo then! Izuku, using his Quirk to incapacitate the target while Himiko does her job in cutting them to pieces!)
(Oh! That was a good idea! Now, she really wanted him to be her friend!)
While blondie was too busy daydreaming, Izuku's head lolled to the side, unconsciously piercing his cheek to the knife a little further. Oops, better pulled that away from his vicinity. Didn't want to maim him too much, she still wanted to 'decorated' hm a little more after all. Izuku didn't take notice of that. He just went on saying, voice a bit hoarse "he's just a puppet. Who's your real boss? What do you want from me?"
Himiko blinked innocently. A puppet? Who? Did he mean Tomura? It seems so. The hand guy may actually be their leader, but judging from the blurry scene on the television, he may actually not their true boss. She could at least discern that much, thank you. And anyway, Himiko won't answer that. She said, with too much energy in her refusal. What a cute question though, especially the latter one. Didn't she—along with Dabi and Tomura, even if their conversation was mixed with an irritated grumble and angry howl—already said they want to recruit him? She didn't know what the true purpose of Izuku's presence in this little group of theirs, but at least Himiko wanted him to be her friend.
Izuku snorted mockingly at that, lip thinned in a derisive smile. Blondie didn't like that expression and she stabbed his shoulder, twisting it slightly. That immediately wiped his smug look from the battered face, orbs blank once more as he focused his attention on the pain on his body.
But it didn't take long before his usually unchanging face suddenly lit up, almost like a child getting an early Christmas gift. The lips quirked up as his voice echoed in the dingy basement. So sudden, it actually caught her off guard "your 'persuasion' is kinda lacking, you know. Do you want me to teach you how?"
Before Himiko could question his offer, Izuku opened his mouth. On the tip of his tongue was a senbon, glinting under the glimmering light of the basement's lamp.
He spat it out in a split second.
And it nailed her right on her forehead.
As her body went limp for the second time (another paralyzing drug?), he kicked her hard. Her body flew and crashed unceremoniously to the front of the room. She hacked and coughed. And the moment she opened her eyes, Greeny was already in front of her, wrists bleeding (he just broke the handcuff from the wall with raw strength alone!) and crazed look marred his green orbs. Himiko's knife, that she used to draw a line on his unblemished face before, was now in his possession. He also pulled another one out of her pouch. Now each of his hand was gripping the weapon in reverse grip, the air around the place suddenly tightened (did he used his Quirk? But that handcuff—the anti-Quirk handcuff—was still on him). And Himiko.
Himiko suddenly had a very bad feeling.
The deranged smile widened even more, Izuku whispered mockingly, "the first step of the art of torture is…"
"Relieving them from one of their five senses."
The knife went down.
And it sunk deep into her eyes.
Himiko screamed.
"Ah, ah, ah. You should not let your voice be known to the enemy. They'll treat it as an invitation to do you more," Izuku chided gleefully, clamping her mouth close after he stabbed her trembling hands with the same knife (eliciting another pained scream) to the wooden floor so it'll keep her from lashing out. Himiko could not see, but she felt how he sat on her waist, preventing her thrashing legs from kicking him out of the way. Not that she could anyway. Not with the paralyzing drug running on her veins. Izuku pulled another knife from her repertoire, the smirk was evident from his tone and chill went down her entire back, "if the victim doesn't want to talk, this is what you should do next."
She didn't know how much time had passed. It could be just a couple of minutes, it could be hours. Heck, it could be days. She didn't know. Her eyesight was long gone and the pain was too agonizing for her to count the time. The thing that she could feel was how the tip of her weapon grazed her skin. How Izuku pulled every single nail on her fingers out. Chopping both of her thumbs so she could not grab anything as easily as before. How he stabbed her shoulder if she moved too much and carving her face with meticulous doodles slowly yet painfully, a payback of what she did to him not a moment ago. All the while enduring the pain Himiko had inflicted upon him, being that she tried to fight back by chomping onto his palm with her sharp fangs yet to no avail. In fact, it only made Izuku chuckled and clutched her face with even more strength, it scratched her lower jaw and drew another drop of blood out.
The drug had slowly diminished, along with her struggle. Her scream petered of pitifully and tears started cascading from the bloody muss of the eyeball. Himiko lost all of her energy to move. Not to mention, losing all the blood in a fast rate that her body shuddered involuntarily. Izuku cut her stomach open like an experiment frog on an examination table, prodding the organs inside while cooing at how obedient she was, listening on the lecture this 'senior' had graciously bestowed upon his 'junior'.
At one point (after he said he cut one of her kidneys from its supposed place. Human doesn't need both to live, right? He drawled. You don't mind if I take one and give it to the poor, right?), a loud explosion rang throughout the building and Izuku stopped. He let out a silent gasp (like he just realized he had done something bad. A gasp she knew so well because she heard it multiple times from her neighbors when she mercilessly cut someone up to suck their blood) and Izuku immediately straightened up, his voice was heard amidst the sudden chaos, cracked and tired.
"I know I should've met with that therapist myself. Troublesome PTSD…"
As the commotion was happening on the upper floor and the greenette walked away from the mutilated girl, she sobbed. The crazed and blood lust she had craved for a very long time disappeared as the abyss pulled her mind to the deepest darkness available.
I just want a friend…
(A friend who understands me. A friend who will be there in my happiest and saddest time)
(Is it forbidden for me to have such a simple wish?)
(To loved and be loved?)
That was her thought before unconsciousness took her.
And Toga Himiko breathed her last.
(A/N): *There's a hidden senbon glued to several parts of his hair (Kurogiri didn't see it cuz the needle was camouflage. It's green, instead of the usual silver). That small description of Izuku tilting his head? That was him trying to make his hair fall to his face (remember this Izuku tied his hair in a ponytail. His hair is longer than canon!Izuku) so he could pull the senbon out
**The paralyzing drug kinda numbed Toga's pain receptor too, by the way, albeit not that much. That's why she survived till the end of the torture section.
Izuku's crime is piling up! Let's just pray the Heroes and polices will never ever find this out, ne? They'll totally throw you to jail if they do. Maybe AFO can even be your jailmate :'D
I have a confession to you, guys. I…really hate Toga. She's basically Nagito from Danganronpa to me. I like both of their character designs, but I hate their personality. I was rooting for Toga's death when she fought that reporter girl and fake!Twice (then got disappointed when she survived), just like how I whooped and treated myself to dinner when Nagito died `3`
So, hey. I don't mind if you unfollow this story and hate me after this. I know how big Toga's and Nagito's fanbase are :'D
HOWEVER. This particular chapter is not just for gore and fun. This chap is here to tell you guys how bad Izuku's mental health right now. He needed help, like, seriously.