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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Being a right-hand man of Shie Hassakai and a person with a 'Confession' Quirk, Shin was relegated to be the main helper of Kai in unraveling the mystery of their new victim. Midoriya Izuku.

He was an interesting kid. To be able to deflect Eri's Rewound power and instilled a deep, rooted fear within their soul in a blink of an eye. All the time, strapped to the table like a lab rat. Caged and could do nothing. He never screamed whenever their boss tortured him. No begging for mercy even when he was killed multiple times. Shin's type of persuasion didn't work on him either. Usually, he could garner the answer as easily as blinking an eye, especially if his victim was an emotional mess. Such as the beauty of 'Confession'. He thought it'll be another easy job for him to finish, satisfying Kai's curiosity along the way (even if Shin surmised that Izuku is going to be a problem one day. He just had this feeling, as an ex-con man. That Greeny was—is—dangerous. He had learned to trust his instinct, the only weapon that saved him from countless failures in his previous jobs).

Yet the child didn't budge. His mouth sealed shut and the 'aura-thingy' kept on blaring.

If Shin didn't see Izuku break down at live broadcast, he swore this brat doesn't have any emotion whatsoever.

No. He was just that skillful in hiding his true face behind the mask of an uncaring teenager. Shutting the world out of his personal, little bubble.

Because there was no progress in research (Chronostasis gave a report yesterday night. That Izuku seemed to be Quirkless. He couldn't find any indicator that this teenager has the ability in the first place within the DNA. A fact Shin couldn't believe—not after encountering that dangerous aura of his. Not after he literally brought him down with a glare alone—that Overhaul gave another batch of blood samples for Hari to double-check) and the good, old interrogation didn't bear any fruit within the last two days, Kai told him to stay near Izuku. Right at the room next door, where they usually do their paperwork regarding this Yakuza group. As a devoted follower of Shie Hassakai, especially the boss himself, he immediately agreed. Even promised to wake up early.

So, here he was. Staying at office slash bedroom, ready to sleep and energized himself for the next day job.

(He didn't know, however. That the peaceful day he wished to greet will never, ever come)

It was midnight and every single member of their club was already asleep. Shin set the alarm to ring at 6 o'clock in the morning. He was in the process of unmasking himself when chill suddenly ran down his back. Dread overwhelmed his entire being and his throat immediately clogged up.

This sensation…don't tell me—

Then there was a small stab at the side of his neck. Before his entire body instantly locked up. Most likely will crumple to the floor if a thin arm didn't loop around his neck and steady his wobbly figure.

He can't move? Why can't he mov—

"Don't shout," a voice, raspy and croaked, whispered. He felt the tip of a sharp object on his Adam's apple, drawing a drop of blood. Was that…a box cutter? There was a clutter of stationery on top of the small dresser near the bed if he remembered correctly. Shin didn't remember ever hearing this voice. But there was no mistake. This is—, "I'm in a bad mood, so don't try me."

Midoriya Izuku!

How? He gulped. The kid was strapped to the experimentation table. Kai made sure of that. Not to mention, no sharp object on sight, nothing available for him to use as an escape tool. Izuku couldn't possibly—

Then like a jolt of lightning, he remembered what happened this time.

Just like how it went yesterday and the day before, today's interrogation didn't work so well. Shin, trying to ask some questions. Izuku, not opening his mouth. Kai, using his Quirk to 'persuade' him yet failed. When the clock chimed ten times, signaling them that they've been doing this 'session' for the last 12 hours, they decided to end it and continue tomorrow. To replenish their energy. Stuck in a room full of blood, no matter how used they were, can be very nauseating sometimes.

As Kai brought the kid back from the dead, however, a…miracle—If he could say that—occurred.

In the middle of reconstructing the last bit of Izuku's left wrist, he suddenly lashed out. His recently-reformed hand clawed the side of Kai's face, causing him to howl in pain and dropped to the floor. Izuku's Quirk blared for the nth times. Except for this time, it was overwhelming, maddening, strangling, that Shin's first instinct was to immediately dashed to the down Kai and brought him out of the room. Away from the predator, carnivore, killer that'll maul them all—. The right-hand man didn't want to admit that he was scared. Nor he wanted to think about how ridiculous it was for Greeny to escaped the handcuff (seriously. He just woke up in the middle of reconstruction and attacked Kai. Wasn't that painful?), he was too busy trying to calm their boss down before he destroyed the whole building in agitation. Not noticing that Izuku had one of his hands out of shackle. Meaning, he was essentially free.

Still, they thought it'll be okay. The key for the handcuff was in Kai's possession. And again, he was too irritated for Shin to talk to. There were no sharp objects near Izuku either. That room was completely empty, aside from the experimentation table. How could he—

"Where's that kid?" Izuku's question jolted him out of his stupor. This precarious situation reminded him once again that he is in grave danger and what the hell? Why can't I move? This is not how the kid's Quirk work—, "I told you, don't try me. Where's the kid? The little girl Chronostasis brought the first day. Where's her room?"

The air was strangling, sweat pouring down from the wrinkled forehead. His survival instinct told him to answered the question. To cower and submit. Hoping that the kid will spare him, now that he cooperated. Yet his logic told him that, no. This child. This killer. He won't let Shin go. Whether he agreed to his consent or not, Izuku will definitely erase every single piece of evidence. Plastering an innocent outlook and leaving the righteous side of law running like a headless chicken. Wondering where the murderer went, even though it was right in front of their face.

So, he refused. Whatever it was that rendered his whole body useless, seems not to affect his mouth too much. He refused to snitch. He refused to be the Tattletale and bring this group down. He would rather die than betray the magnanimous boss who accepted him and asked him to join his cause after all the lies Shin spouted. After all the fraud Shin wove.

There was a lull in their tense conversation. Izuku's hand moved—

SHINK

Before pain, pain, pain, ithurtsomuch blossomed, he choked—

"As you wish." Izuku stood then jumped off the bed, letting Shin's convulsing body fell to the floor with a silent thump. There was blood, seeping out from his slit throat. It kept pouring and pouring, the red liquid clogged his respiratory and he could taste the copper on his tongue. Greeny crouched low and pulled his black, beak mask from its place, leaving the villain with nothing to cover his pale complexion. Now, he was just an old man with blonde short hair. Not one of the Eight Bullet's members. Not Kai's right-hand man anymore—, "a built-in filter mask? That'll come in handy. Thank you, even if you didn't help me much. You're lucky you don't suffer too much. Can't promise to do the same to your friends and boss, though."

…what?

The clock ticked by. The night went on. Shin crawled on the cold tiles, one hand still uselessly trying to quench the blood from flowing out more. The usually calm gaze was now wild in panic. Red. Bloodshot.

Overhaul was the only truly sincere person he ever met in this arduous life of his. For a former conman, it was such a rare thing to encounter, that he vowed to himself he'll follow this man until the end of the world. He promised to be there when Kai's ambition of sitting at the top of the society and rule over this Quirk-filled world is fulfilled. To witness and applaud him for the greatest achievement of all.

So, don't kill him. He plead. Silently, hoarsely, vocal cord was already long gone. His eyesight went hazy, body started to lose its warm. Cold. So, so cold. Izuku took off Shin's black coat from the hanger and step out of the room, leaving the dying man drown in his own blood. Kai's the only one I could genuinely call as my friend. Don't kill him.

Please…

One time, he said to Shie Hassakai's leader that emotions are an unnecessary burden. That everything will proceed smoothly if humans never have to carry this problem at every single moment.

But in an ironic twist of way, Nemoto Shin may actually be the emotional person ever existed in his small world of lie and deceit.

(A/N): Second victim~

It took Izuku a second to figure out Kai's Quirk weakness. Mainly, there's a slight opening to get his limbs out of the handcuff as Kai's reformed Izuku's body. But it took him a while to finally exploited that opening. Sometimes, the timing was off. Sometimes, Kai reformed him a bit too fast for Izuku to move. Sometimes…well…staring at your death can be very disorienting, that he spent half a minute collecting himself (that wasn't an intentional pun, btw. Lol) rather than trying to escape.

Honestly, guys. If you want to completely disabled Izuku, don't let him wear anything. Not even a boxer. Cuz there's a lot of senbons hidden in the wrinkly part of the pants. He used that to escape the handcuff this time

Also, yes. He's wearing the same underwear for a week and two days. Go have a shower after this is over, Izuku :'D