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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"Whether we can believe this source or not, it is clear that the Hero Association had betray the trust of the society as a whole. Not to mention, how they let these kind of people to roam about the road while brandishing their twisted sense of justice in the name of gaining more fame and riches. Do you think this is the work of that kid, Midoriya Izuku, as a revenge to those who abandoned his late friends? We will speculate about this possibility after the next announcement. In regard to the previous video of All for One—"

BIP.

Chiyo turned off the television as her downcast eyes looked over the said green-haired teen, lying down on a not-so-comfy hospital bed while staring straight at Yamanaka Santa, who was sitting at the leg of its framework.

It is still weird, to know that this kid is a reincarnation of someone older. Or he remembered the memories of his past life, still not sure which. Every single one of the UA's staff knew about this. Along with every single member of 1-A class. And every single one of them could finally understand why Izuku was so paranoid. So fierce. So depressed. The heroes of this world may not have killed his previous comrades directly, nor they abandoned the exclamation of a pitiful warrior . Yet he experienced the betrayal, the stab on the back on his lonesome. He cares for his friends—in his past life and current life—too much , he destroys any possible heartache that will chip their innocent heart along the way.

That means, he will kill. Maim. Torture. For he won't let them face the animosity offered by reality. For he won't let any one of them to disappear in a hand of a villain just like how his previous friends unfortunately did.

Izuku is such a kind, kind child, Chiyo curses whoever it was that forced this kid to choose the dark, hard way.

(She lamented over the fact of how pitiful it was, for him to be born in an era full of murderer. If only he really did forget the memories of the past, he could live this second life with a clean slate. At least, becoming a child-soldier in a Hero organization is a lot better than a child-soldier in a midst of a ruthless Ninjas)

Back to the current situation, Santa—a spitting image of Izuku's late comrade, apparently—had asked for permission to see Izuku's condition, for some reason. He said he wanted to talk about something. It wasn't that secretive, that no one should not eavesdrop on their conversation. But still an important topic anyway that he needed to relay this message as soon as possible. As Chiyo is a nurse through and through and she doesn't want to see her patient's mental health deteriorate even more (especially to a kid with acute depression and PTSD), she volunteered to be the witness. Now, both of them were locked in an uncomfortable silence, seemingly not caring over the news of an upcoming disturbance (a corrupted pillar along with a corrupted patriot? This is going to be another disaster coming and everyone knew this unease will last for a long, long time). Santa scratched his arms, interlocked each of his fingers with each other, stilted orbs were wandering over everywhere except for the Greeny himself. Before he could no longer stand this awkwardness anymore as he let out a sigh, head bowed, and a whisper came out of his parted lips.

"Ihave researched my predecessor."

Chiyo's eyebrows rose, while Izuku's shoulders tense.

Santa explained that he visited his grandma, one that had survived over the age of one-hundred. She lived in an era where Quirks weren't a norm and, if the Yamanaka family really was a distinguished family—where it branched till the age of an olden time—he wanted to seek for the truth. About their family tree. About their history. About himself. Whether they came from a group of professional mercenary or not. But no matter how throughout he delved into her mind, or how diligent he was in reading the genealogy of their former pioneers till 100 or more years ago, he couldn't find it.

The Yamanaka Family in this world was not the same as the Yamanaka Family in Izuku's memories.

"I am not someone from your previous life, no matter how alike I look." He didn't reincarnate, just DNA doing their own thing. Or fate being a little bitch and trying to screw the former (not really) assassin's mind. Santa put his callous palm over Izuku's only hand, gaze determined as it was resolute while the kids stare was too blank, too shallow— , "Please, do not to cling onto the projected images because, rather than healing the sorrow that festered like a bleeding wound, it'll only spread the rot even further. Didn't your friend—"

Didn't you promise to your friend that you're going to be happy?

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("Recovery Girl-san. I'm…I'm worried.")

("…")

("Did you see his smile? It was so…brittle and sad. He said that he will try to live in the present as comfortable as possible now but—")

("But I think I just killed whatever hope that was left within him. Figuratively shattered it to pieces")

("…")

("Should I…not tell him about this, after all?")

("What's done is done. And he won't progress beyond the stage of Denial if he kept on fooling himself like this.")

("That's—")

("Healing a depressed patient is a hard thing to achieve. The only thing we could do to help is to slowly bring him up from the rabbit hole of a Survivor Guilt, believe in his power that will keep him on living, and wait.")

(We wait. For him to ask for a salvation and a push to the brighter future)

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Yet Shugenji Chiyo wished she could take her own word back right this instant. When tomorrow morning, as she entered Izuku's room to check on his condition per the usual treatment, she saw him leaned on the metallic bed frame.

With a half-eaten pill splayed haphazardly on a thin blanket of a hospital equipment.


(A/N): Okay. Next chap is going to be the last chap :D