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.

Beta'd by Eternal King. Thank you so much~

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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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Tomura was burning with hate.

Rather, he was shrouded with it. Like an annoying gum stuck on your shoe.

He didn't know when it started. He didn't know where it started. Did it sprout on the day of his abandonment? Where he was forced to walk the path of hell on this lonely earth, without anyone taking a single glance at his malnourished figure? Did it sprout when Sensei picked him up on the street, taught him how reality works? Patiently pointed him to where to look and what to observe? Or did it sprout when he was still an innocent—or not so much—little kid? Oppressed by a tyrannical father who raged at the universe as a whole? Who won't hesitate even a single bit to put a hand on his own son? Again and again, until he could feel the slap to this day?

Maybe not. Maybe he was born with this hate already. With a father like that, how couldn't he?

At first, Tomura was uncomfortable with it. Disgusted by it. He didn't want to follow the same path as his sperm donor. He didn't want his view to be colored by red. Not when other colors were much, much more beautiful. He wanted to be a hero. Wanted so bad to follow the route of his grandmother.

Yet fate said otherwise.

Fate said, fuck you, you're going to be adopted by her nemesis instead and be brainwashed by him.

Oh, he knew. He knew sensei gaslighted him. But can you blame him? A kid under ten, abused by his own family, won't know the meaning of 'grey area'. In the world of an uneducated child, they only know black and white; which one was bad and which one was not. It took him literal years for Tomura to realize that sensei's kindness was a double edged sword that will hurt him as well. A slow poison covered by delicious honey. And when the scales covering his eyes finally fell out, it was already too late. He was submerged in the world full of villains—things his past self detest the most—with no possible way out.

Tomura was okay with it, though. Because now, he found a way. A way to burn this hate and wipe his slate 'clean'.

He'll start his revolution by killing this obnoxious green-haired kid.

Clad in a black overall and grey vest. Black backpack strapped tightly on his back, ninjato was now placed on his waist, and with a deer mask held firmly on his face, was Midoriya Izuku. A quirkless kid that garnered the attention of All for One and the entirety of Japan with that cliché sob story. How Tomura long to land his hand on him and shredded his body to pieces. He won't forget the day Izuku chopped his hand without mercy. The day when that blank (dead), green eyes locked onto his reds and promised him unimaginable pain that'll follow him to the afterlife. It won't be smooth sailing either. Izuku will beat, maim, and torture him until he begs for the sweet, sweet taste of death.

(He made Tomura remember how it feels like to be vulnerable. To be someone who wasn't strong enough to defend himself and can only be a doormat for someone's bigger)

(He hated it. He hated that feeling. He hated it so much, some of his NPC's became cannon fodder faster than they should have.)

Up and down, they were locked in this dangerous dance. Tomura crushed the building, Izuku slashed the crumbling rubbles using his kunai. Tomura heightened his speed to evade the relentless pursuit, Izuku shouted 'burst' and his shoes did the same, letting out the steam of heat just like how that speedster Ingenium II looked whenever he activated his quirk. Tomura turned the ground into literal dust, Izuku used other heroes as his stepping stones (those poserst grumbled up a storm for that. Although the kid unintentionally—intentionally, there's no way he did that by accident—sent them to the intact land, far away from Tomura's powered up Quirk, with that kick alone. Definitely forcing them to rest and let the professional handle the rest) and activated the additional equipment on his person; turned out that backpack was a jetpack. Tomura took a sharp turn then landed a ferocious punch on the guts, Izuku's breath hitched slightly but still, no dice (what kind of bulletproof vest did you wear, you son of a bitc—).

"After this battle…" Tomura heard Izuku whisper, his voice was carried over by the blowing wind. He couldn't see his expression at all, as it was covered by the unsmiling mask. Yet the leader of the League of Villain had a hunch that Izuku was smiling ever so slightly, "after this battle, everything will be over."

yOu!

Did you just—

How dare you?! How dare you treat me like this? Does that mean I am your 'last boss' to fight? I am at the end of your painful journey? And when I perish, whatever burden you shouldered will disappear? You'll get your desired happy ending?!

Infuriating. Infuriating.

Infuriating infuriating infuriating infuriating how utterly infuriating

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So be it, then.

The white-haired man ducked under the thrown kunai's and shuriken's, then sped up once more. His chest suddenly burst from within, drops of blood showered the world under his feet in a horrifying liquid. It almost looked like a blooming flower, poetic yet horrific. Sensei's power was too much, his body could not handle it. Greenie's jetpack roared, causing him to ascend to a higher sky, evading the malicious palm. While the child unsheathed his ninjato from the scabbard, ready to plunge the blade into the heart, the grinning teenager swiftly twisted his body, dodged the thrust, stretched his arm high—

If Shigaraki Tomura is destined to be the hero's most notorious villain—

And let the tip of his fingers touch the kid's own, right on one of the gloved hands of his clenched knuckles.

then Midoriya Izuku will be the villain's notorious villain!

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The left fist that was firmly grasping onto the handle of the sword slowly turned to dust.