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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Eijiro was standing on an intact rooftop of a crumbling building, both of his palms were circled over his eyes, mimicking a shape of a binocular to see the form of his friends who were now standing stiffly in the center of now barren land; courtesy of Tomura's terrifying Quirk, "did it work? Midoriya called Bakubro 'Kiba' just now."
"Most likely," a man with auburn hair, tied in a ponytail and donning a crisp police uniform let out a long sigh. His legs buckled almost instantly as he stared at the vast sky over his head, sweat rolling down his forehead profusely, "Goddesses in heaven, I'm so glad I've arrived at the right time. That kid is a menace. Eraserhead already said that you," he then pointed his finger towards the red-haired teen, "should be the one to run over there and stop Midoriya-san from killing the villain! With your hardening Quirk, we won't have any more victims to add to the list!"
"Haha, sorry, officer. But that's just how Bakubro rolls," the One for All holder chuckled, a tinge of worry, admiration, and pride was evident, "but is this okay? I admit Midoriya-kun's mentality is…all over the place."
Something he finally realized. And it took him a while.
He needs to keep up the hard work here, seriously. Because being a hero doesn't mean saving them from vicious villains' terror only, but from themselves as well.
Kirishima shook his head then continued, putting that goal to the back of his head for now, "Is it wise to project the illusion of his late friend, knowing that fact? What if he spiraled down even further?" What if we lose him for good this time?
Officer readjusted his position and was now sitting cross-leg, fingers intertwining in silent concern, "Well, one way to fight off PTSD and paranoia is to face it head-on. Or so I heard from Recovery girl."
Both of them fastened the comm on their ear, listening in on the promising student's and unofficial vigilante's conversation without a hint of shame. Pretty sure the other hero did the same. He knew Dabi did, judging from the mutter curses and sharp orders for the adult to get their asses over there and apprehend that megalomaniac, Tomura, already, you dimwit, "I hope you're right."
I hope everything will be okay and our ordinary days that were full of smiles and laughter will be within our grasp once more.
Back on the surface of a cracked land without construction nor trunks, Katsuki—hidden in a form of Izuku's previous comrade—took a step closer. The green-haired boy took a step back, "You…you're not real," Greeny stuttered. Even when the mask covered up his entire face, Blondie knew the depressed kid in front of him was staring with terror and disbelief. Even hysteria, "you're not real. You're not real. You're surely not real, I—"
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"I saw you die!"
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Katsuki gulped when that harrowing word came out. Yet quickly surged out and enveloped the tiny form of his childhood friend's wrecked figure in a warm embrace without a shred of hesitation, "Let's go home," he then whispered, eyebrows furrowed and mouth thinned. He didn't realize his voice cracked but crack it did, whenever Izuku showed open fear over his existence (or whatever illusion that extra covered me in. Is this really okay? I don't want to hurt him anymore). Every muscle was tense, shivers wracked through his body, and Izuku was clearly afraid, "Please. Let us go home. Everyone," your mother, your teachers, your classmates, and me, "is waiting."
(Did he sound sappy? Out of character? Katsuki didn't care. If it'll bring his friend back, then so be it)
"I will. I will come to you soon!" Izuku said. Or shrieked, more like, as he was still freaking the fuck out. He tried to push Katsuki off, trembling fingers of his right hand—the only hand—tightened over the handle of the bloodied short sword, eyes tracking onto the fallen figure of a bleeding villain, "After I finished him off, I'll come to you soon, so just wait for m—"
"NOT LIKE THAT!" the brash teen shouted, right on Izuku's ear, he flinched. Katsuki silently berated himself for that outburst (could you blame him, though? Knowing Izuku's mental condition, he immediately knew the meaning of that sentence just now), but he persisted on talking. Arms stayed on hugging, and platitude resumed on spilling, "Not like that. I beg of you, not like that. We, I, want you to stay with your friends. Your current friends. I don't want you to follow me. Heaven or hell, I want you to stay on earth and live a happy life."
"But…" Izuku's voice weakened. He sounded like a lost, lost child "but they don't know who I am. Those kids—those innocent kids—will hate me for sure. We're different from them, Kiba. We are a kil—"
"Then explain," Katsuki cut through, "explain to them why you are so different. They'll understand."
(I'll try to understand)
(So, please. Please, come back)
When the world was in frenzy over the awakening of a dangerous villain, half of a city was destroyed by a mere touch of palm, and Japan was shrouded in a bleak future even after capturing the said dangerous villain with ease (Tomura couldn't use his abundance of Quirks anymore? Was it because his body was failing or was it because of something else?), two hurting children were kneeling on the ground without care, ignoring any heroes who were fussing over their condition right about now. They were murmuring reassurance to each other, over and over, in a vain hope of bandaging the festered wounds across their shriveled hearts; one of them was in a dire need, more than the other.
"It hurt…"
"I know."
"It hurt so much…"
"I know."
"I just want to rest…"
"I know."
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I just want to see my friends again.
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…I know.
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(The sword of a murderer and a killing drug that belonged to a quitter were forgotten for now)
(A/N): Sorry to burst your bubble, guys. That is not the real Kiba :'D
Anyway, Izuku saw Kiba because Katsuki reminded him of Kiba. Remember chapter 24? If Eijiro was the one who stopped him from killing (another person) just like the plan should've been, then he'll see Choji. If other people besides those people—In which Izuku thought was his late friends and family (a.k.a Iida as Shino, Ochako as Ino)—interjected the battle instead, then he'll see them as Naruto. Because that's just how strong his loyalty toward Naruto was.
(Izuku will also saw Naruto if Denki was the one who appeared tho')
In response to fuuring review at chapter 46, the reason why Izu fought Tomura head on was...well...he didn't care about living anymore so... TwT
