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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Shikamaru had a dream the day before.

Or, well, not exactly a dream but a memory.

(One of the fond memories he tried to forget because whenever he remembered, his heart ached so much, he felt like he could die—)

It was the day after the death of another comrade, where they were forced to retreat and searched for a safe haven. Night had fallen, enveloping them with its color of eternal darkness. Surrounded by tall trees and shrubberies, earth fortress that was built hastily by those who could control the land that was now stood at each corner, was their leader. Sitting on a fallen log and was staring right at the crackling bonfire while cradling a cup of hot cocoa between his callous fingers. Shikamaru, in his ANBU getup, though the mask was nowhere to be seen, slowly approached, bringing a bundle of crumpled scroll along with him.

"Sir."

"Heya, Shikamaru." He answered the call, pearl white teeth showing. Electric blue eyes then landed itself onto the papers and those eyebrows furrowed significantly, "Another one?"

"Yes." the agent put the scrolls beside the trunk, thumb and index fingers kneaded the bridge of his nose to chase away the sudden migraine, "Another one of those people who couldn't handle the war anymore and bit the dust. Kakashi-taichou offered to buried them himself."

Leader's lips thinned; the bright light full of hope that was burning inside his orbs dimmed (again. was this the third or fourth times it happened this week? Maybe more), "I'm a bad leader, huh…"

"What? No! What are you talking about?! Of course not!" Shikamaru first exclaimed in startlement before he immediately growled. His palm closed over the last wills of those cowards in anger. He even fancied the thought of throwing these useless pieces of garbage, you fucking shit— into the bonfire so their strong, determined, still young but was forced to commence an army leader won't have to see the source of his misery anymore but held back at the very last second. Albeit barely. He swiftly stored the scroll inside the invisible storage instead and leaned himself closer, staring right at that despondent gaze, forcing him to peer into his own lively one (and that says something, if Shikamaru's stare was livelier than his leader's. Because Shikamaru was not a sunny teenager. The other person is—was. Since when did their role switch?), "Talking bad about the dead is a surefire to get karma, but screw them! We're suffering here. Everyone is suffering here! If they want to choose the easy way and took their life, then so be it. Listen to me. This is not your fault."

Not when you're the most pitiful here.

Not when you've been depressed since the day you've born and we were too blind to care—

('Burn with the willpower of fire', my ass. Nobody even realized how rotten the roots were and now we have to pay the price. For the mistake of the older generation too. Fucking bastard)

Leader laughed. Brittle and self-deprecating, he doesn't like it at all—, "Whoever said that you're a cold-blooded killer, they're wrong. I can't imagine this day will arrive. The day where I am attacked by the so-called 'Talk-no-Jutsu' myself. Maybe this skill can be inherited."

"Please, no. I don't want to be a talker."

Another chuckle.

The wind of the chilly night kissed their skin, leaves on the branches shuddered. A full moon was hanging over the sky and blinking stars peppered the same scenery, lighting up the campsite with their natural shine. They were sitting in comfortable silence, listening on the beautiful howl of the nocturnal owls—and a telltale of any enemy approaching—when Leader opened his mouth once again. Whispering the words of longing and hoping, "I want to eat Ichiraku Ramen when this is all over."

An agreeing grunt was the answer to that statement.

"Would you like to accompany me, Deer?*" the man continued, smile was a little smaller than usual yet still genuine otherwise, "You can even bring every one of your subordinates as well. My treat."

Shikamaru blinked before his eyes softened, creating a form of a crescent when it lifted up, "You promised?"

"Promised. Because seeing my precious people happy—"

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("—is my one and only wish, 'ttebayo")

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Izuku chopped his left hand without hesitation.

Leaving the last bit of his limb to turned into dust on its own. The remains were scattered over the earth like a horrifying personification of early winter.

While Tomura was gawking over the brutal amputation happening right in front of his face, the speed of Greeny's jetpack turned up a notch, shortening their distance in a blink of an eye. Not giving his opponent a chance to retaliate, he slashed both of the Villain's boss' arms off of its elbow.

"AARRRGHHHHH you fucking BrAAaaaAttTTT!"

"After this battle, everything will be over," that word kept on spiraling inside his mind. Kept murmuring and echoing as it gave him the power to focus on his target, to eliminate the danger. They were on the way to the ground, faster than it should be, and will surely break a bone or two, but he didn't care. Izuku didn't care because after this—

After this, everything will be over.

"Turned out I'm a coward as well, huh?" Shikamaru's green orbs flashed, sword that was coated with both of their blood was now a mere inch of the bad guy's bare neck. A pill filled with potassium cyanide he secretly made was stored under his tongue, ready for him to bite it over, "Yet a promise needs to be fulfilled, isn't it? It's a bit late, but I'm coming for you. Don't forget to leave me a bowl, okay?"

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(Naruto…)

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SLASH

CLANG

GRIIIITTT

"Thank fucking God, I have my gauntlets." Izuku's eyes widened when someone—someone he knew. Someone emerging from the past—immediately inserted himself right in the middle of the battlefield. The gray hoodie flapped over the wind; feral grin bloomed on his unblemished face. Those black orbs stared into his greens as he groaned in pain after Izuku's merciless swing of his ninjato, "Yo, Izu. Nice to see you again, you bastard."

"Ki—"

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"Kiba?"


(A/N): *It almost like Naruto called Shikamaru 'Dear', lol.

No, this is not yaoi `3`