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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Kaoruko—known as the Bubble Girl—blew out bubbles smell of coffee and let them sit at the corner of her vision. She needed those to wake herself up. Just drinking the said beverage to prep herself in tackling all of the paperwork wasn't working anymore. Not after the failure of the raid of Shie Hassakai hideout.
She was confident that day. They had the strategy down pat. They had the complete team with suitable Quirks and abilities. And they had the complete gears fitted to their person to help the cause as well. Yet they completely shot the mission down. Not in a spectacular way that caused people to gasped in awe. But in an anticlimactic way that left the other twiddling their thumbs, standing around awkwardly while asking the closest person with 'uh…what should we do now?'.
Because, see. Fate decided enough is enough and take the matter in its own hand.
Kaoruko felt bile rising through her throat, she immediately slapped her hand over the pale lips before she could vomit on the table, along with all the work she hasn't finished. It was such a jarring thing to see. To stare at the corpses littered on the ground. Blood seeping out from their mouths, nostrils and glassy eyes. looking like they were being boiled from inside out. The horror of the death that came knocking on their life had been immortalized rather cruelly. Trapped in a cage filled with poison fume. If Sansa didn't warn them about the foul-smelling smell wafting out of the ajar entrance door, they may not know the existence of the dangerous air inside the two stories apartment. Thank the Lord for his sharp nose.
Karma sure is a scary phenomenon ever happened to humanity.
Or someone had murdered them all. They found the corpse of Nemoto Shin, strapped to the experiment table with a slit throat. They didn't know the reason why Kai decided to torture the supposedly-loyal right-hand man, but the existence of it gave them another perspective of this bad accident. Maybe he wasn't as loyal as the leader of the Yakuza group thought that he was. Maybe Shin was a double-agent, providing information to another group of villains that doomed them all. Maybe he managed to contact his second boss and informed them that his secret identity was discovered before Kai captured and torture the poor man, killing him in the process. Maybe, angry that one of their best agents was perished in the hand of the young man, 'that other group of villains' took revenge using the slowest death yet. Giving them a taste of their own medicine.
But that was just a guess. Just a convenient explanation that came out of the circumstantial evidence. It may just be an accident, after all.
Kaoruko changed the smell of coffee bubbles to the smell of flowers and sweets. As she took a deep whiff of it and calmed her rattled self down, waving away the linger of blood and decaying skin full of bristles, she thought. What a mess. The death of Shie Hassakai shook the world for the second time. Media asked for the cause of it. The remaining members of the Yakuza group didn't care too much; was actually happy because apparently, the rest of them were mad that Kai had put their beloved boss in a comatose for his own agenda (yes. They gave them their opinion via illegal video, hacked and broadcasted throughout the television channels). People's belief towards heroes plunged even more as they failed in minimizing the collateral damage, worry that they couldn't protect the citizen from Yakuza's turf war. And the worse of all—
Eijiro punched the nearest wall with a force so strong, it left a spiderweb crack. He gnashed his teeth, red eyes popped out and tears streaming down his cheeks, "I told you to save him. I told you all to move immediately and save Midoriya-kun," the heroes around were looking at the crying teenager with gaping jaw, shock palpable on their pale complexion. The student continued, hiccups and sobs wracked his entire trembling figure, "but now? Now, he is gone."
"You heroes failed him once again!"
—they crushed the trust of an innocent kid into tiny, little pieces.
The blue skin woman knew they didn't leave any good impression for Eijiro to remembered after that argument with Nighteye. Knew that it will take a while for him to forgive. However, this? They completely, utterly destroyed Eijiro's faith. Leaving him with a broken dream as he fell to the ground and bawled, ignoring All-Might reassurance that everything is going to be fine. That they didn't find Izuku's body so there's a chance that he escaped and he's still alive!
They knew it was an empty platitude though. Even if the greenette survived and they managed to save him, doesn't mean their belief in this occupation will ever be restored.
She promised to herself that she'll be a dedicated hero. She'll take her job seriously, staying calm in a face of crisis and help others in need. She thought she did a good job. Even if she wasn't on the field as often as possible and mostly stay as the assistant of the Nighteye agency, her skill in keeping everything in order saved the panicking civilians anyway.
Then the scene of Eijiro weeping flashed through her mind and she winced.
But maybe. Maybe, she wasn't.
Maybe Awata Kaoruko was never a good one in the first place.
Because what kind of hero she was if she couldn't even keep a smile on the face of a single child?
(A/N): Bubbly Girl is not bubbly anymore TwT
Yes. That was how Izuku got away from accusation. Making sure that Shin's death looked like a death by torture and let the police assumed what happened on their own. Because let's face it. Adults never considered kids as anything but an angel. They bullied you? No, they were just playing around with you. There's no way my kid will do that. Hm? You're depressed? Aw, you're just trying to get our attention.
Society man…