"I can't hold back, Though you know, I wish I could" -normal dialog.

'Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked' -character thoughts.

"Until we close our eyes for good"-devil is talking


CHAINSAW-MAN


That morning he opened his eyes lacking the energy to get up of the floor and start a new day.

It's pretty early in the morning, the sun just started to rise, barely anyone is awake at right now. Except for him, just like always he has to start the day as early as he can in order to make the most out of it. Not for pleasure that's for sure.

Not a single soul can be seen in the streets, except for him, one young pirate looking idiot who walked along with a small red dog in the street.

The guy had green messy hair that made him look more like a bush than anything, his face was plain, nothing remarkable, just a few freckles across his face, the only thing that made him stand out was an eye patch.

Add some dirty clothes a lack of showering for a few days, weeks, or months, a few stains here and there and you got yourself a pirate, or a homeless guy, whatever you prefer.

A few things have gone south lately, this made him miss the good old days of being a normal kid, even if nobody talked to him or even gave him a few glances. His biggest problems used to be homework or not getting beaten up by his dear friend and his minions of course.

That was surely the life, lonely of course but it could have being worse. If you were asking yourself, yes, it did got worse.

-"Let's see, cutting trees is six rand a month, check, the lovely kidney I sold the other day… um, 1.2 mil. What else? My right eye was… 300 grand" he muttered receiving a bark as a response from his loyal companion.

His name is Pochita, he has been his partner in crime for quite some time now, literally, the little creature is a really cute and fluffy dog, but as much as that would make him the center of attention you probably wouldn't notice at first considering he has a chainsaw in the middle of his face, and a handle on his back, and his tail is also a chainsaw cord too.

"I even went as far and sold one of my balls too. How much was it again? 100 grand wasn't It.? Seriously, I feel scammed that one special and I only get 100? Good thing I kept the other one right?" To this the small animal just barked with excitement as a response.

"Well I'm glad one of us finds it funny, but with that were one step closer to freedom. Ah won't you look at that, were here. You know the drill, let's get to it then."

They finally arrived to the abandoned whatever this place was, it seems like a ghost town, capable of sending shivers down your spine. And to top it all of.

'A tomato devil? Huh I expected something cooler, are people really scared of tomatoes?'

He did seem rather grotesque, eight legs and many giant eyes.

'Ok, know I see why people don't like it, not quite the charming type if you ask me. Whatever just gotta take Pochita real quick pull his tail and start his engine, and take this tomato guy out of his misery.


"This is absolutely repulsive." That seemed to be the sound of the boy's moody boss, also known as babysitter, or Chisaki if you will, the man paid him and that's what mattered. He is probably just some goon from someone.

"Do you really have to make such a mess every time we call you?"

"Have you notice that I use a chainsaw to kill them? This is as clean as it gets, unfortunately, plus it's me who will stink afterwards not you. Look, you should be careful, it revives from its seeds perhaps you should burn it just in case." He said while trying to get away from the corpse, you never know of course.

"Ugh, I'll take care of the corpse. At least you did it, your reward is 400 grand, but I'm taking out 170 grand to cover your loan, and then there's the commission and referring you and associated fees…"

This is what you get for back talking to the guy who pays you.

"fine I'll be leaving now, just give me the money."

"This sucks after paying all my other loans I only have like 1800 yen left. How are we supposed to get by this month? We still have to buy food for today. Pochita… I'm sorry, dinner's gonna be one slice of bread"


At the very least they managed to get some bread to eat and after sharing it, the boy noticed it was getting late, and with that comes the time to look for a place to sleep. There's not much he can do here, not been able to afford any place to live so they usually have to move from place to place, but this time he felt luck was on his side cause it seems there is a shrine we'll be able to take shelter in.

'It's being a while since I slept somewhere comfy'

He had to sell everything his family owned, all for a debt that is not even his. His mother's health used to be a problem since he was little but it was his father who took care of her, until he had an accident that took his life. As much as he tried, he couldn't really get enough for her treatment and when she started to get worse he got desperate and tried to get a loan, then another one and another one, things escalated quickly and he ended up with the yakuza.

After all that, her body gave up, the sacrifice he made meant nothing in the end, and now that debt is Izuku's and it's not probable he'll pay it anytime soon.

This life is not the one would wished for, having to do the dirty work for those people is awful but it pays. The memory of the first time he had to beat someone as a request stayed with him for a long time, the look in his eyes as I kept kicking him while he was on the ground, whatever happened to him is a mystery but it's obvious that if he doesn't do it they would do the same to him.

"Not sure what else I can sell, can you survive with just one lung? I wonder how much it costs..." all he can do now is live like this. there is no bed so the only thing left is to sleep on the floor. The only comfort is having Pochita, and hugging him until they fall asleep.

He is the only one left in his life, his best friend, the only one for that matter. When dear old dad was buried, the only one who was there was Chisaki, surprise, surprise, he wasn't there to give some kind of comfort, instead what he received was a threat, if they don't have their money back at least they'll have his life as a consolation prize.

It was that day he met him. When the man was gone a noise could be heard behind him, a demonic dog with a chainsaw in its head appeared.

Either way he would die, if he was killed right there and it wouldn't matter, but the feelings of disappointment and guilt buried inside his chest weren't letting him to experience the fear this situation should cause.

But he never attacked, instead he collapsed in front of the boy, bleeding out.

Devils possess this innate hatred towards humans, but instead of seeing this all that could be seen in the painful look in his eyes was fear, the emotion he should be having, the one that had been accompanying him since he was a child.

And now he knew this was his only chance to keep living, so he made a deal with a devil in front of him. His blood in exchange for his help, that was the start of their contract. From that day forward, they will have someone to depend on as long as they are both alive.

Most people had heard about them, devils, physical manifestations of humanity's fears, for centuries they had inhabited this earth and consumed any living thing that they came across, the only way humans were able to defend themselves was by forming contracts with other demonic creatures, ironic really.

That was how things worked until the arrival of quirks, those who were gifted by them could defend themselves against this creatures, and with time they became more common to a point that 80% of humanity possessed them, some more useful than others but it's the thought that counts. The other 20% of people are quirkless.

Guess which part yours truly was in.

Unfortunately he was born with nothing special in him just another boring, defenceless and useless kid. That's why making a contract was the only way of surviving in a world where your worth is measured by the amount of power you possess.

But once the deal was made he realized something rather quickly, Pochita was different from what you would think a devil should be.

He acted just like any dog except he actually listens when he tells him not to eat his shoes, and he also suspected that he laughs at his jokes which means he also lacks a good sense of humour.

And he is sweet, every time he shows the slightest indication that he is down he sits next to him and tries to comfort him, he actually cares for him.

But that's the thing, he has grown attached to him, and as happy as that makes him, it's just another thing to add to the list of regrets. Regret of not been able to give him more then what he has, an eye, a kidney it didn't matter. As long as has this debt he will never be free and the creature he cares for will be trapped with him as well.

"You know... when I was younger I used to eat bread with jam all over it" he manages to mutter out of nowhere, hearing just a whimper as a response, hopping he didn't wake him up.

"Even if normality is no longer something we can have I really want you to taste it... man, I'm gonna die single aren't I... if I could get a wish granted, I'd wanna be with a girl before I die..." as much as he tries, falling asleep is impossible due to his empty stomach taking most of his attention.

"That's it. If I sleep tonight I'm gonna dream of... umm... eating bread with jam all over it with you. Making out with a girl, going on a date playing together in our room, and falling asleep in her arms... that's one hell of a dream don't you think?" He finishes his rambling just to hear Pochita bark in approval.

"*cough* *cough*"

"My mom used to have heart problems, which can sometimes make her cough blood, just what I needed." The whole coughing thing was a harsh reality check for both of them, but as worried as this made him he was more worried about his friend reaction to it.


It's been a few months, since well you know, and things haven't improved if anything, it has gotten worse. He has started coughing for quite some time now and with each one that comes more blood comes out and the pain in his chest has increased lately.

Pochita is not one to talk but it is obvious that he is worried sick, but there's nothing to do. The boy's movements have been getting slow, Pochita is getting heavier but not because his gaining weight if anything he is getting thinner, both are.

As if that wasn't enough trouble to begin with. Chisaki, being the paranoid that he is, has being taking a close eye on them since his mom passed away. He mentioned something about making sure he didn't lose the motivation in his life, but that's not worse part oh no, it gets better, he noticed his little health issue, said that's not his problem, but if it started to interfere with his responsibilities, he'll be the one to make sure he pay for it.

Throughout all the time he has been supervising him, he has noticed that he is not a good person, hell, this guy is totally messed up, but if he hasn't told the big man about this maybe he does care about him, or he just needs someone to do his dirty work for him, either way considering his relationship with the big cheese it's a surprise he didn't rat him out, perhaps he does has some unnecessary feelings for the kid, maybe if he asks him nicely he'll help fake his death. On the meantime, it won't hurt if he gets some sleep for tomorrow so that he can be early at the place Chisaki told him to be, says he has a job for him.


The sun is starting to go rise, people start to wake up and prepare for another productive day, and well at least they could sleep.

That morning he opened his eyes again. Tired just as always, because of his physical condition and mostly tired of barely getting by.

But now that he is up he should start heading out to his destination and so he did, any sort of preparations he should make are meaningless

Now they are getting closer to an old side of the city were not many people come, is mostly ruins thanks to a lot of casualties in the past thanks to villains and heroes doing their thing, maybe some homeless people, or not so friendly guys can be seeing living here. But that matters little to him. He is not here for the view, here is where his babysitter said he would find him.

"I spy, with my good guy a hobo, not that's not right, a sleeping dude, hope his not dead, a creepy guy, okay maybe I should get my eye checked." It can't be that hard to find someone dressing as fancy as him in this place. He usually wears dark clothing, black button shirt, black mask covering his mouth etc.

"I'm glad you showed up. Was starting to think you got yourself killed on the way here" there was a hint of irritation in his voice.

But aside from his tone of voice what caught the boy's attention was the man's new mask, similar to the ones use for the plague, a white tie, and a new jacket. All of it made him look even creepier.

"Not my fault you made me walk all the way here, could have gave me a ride you know."

"Don't get cocky with me, if were to do just that you'll leave your awful smell in my car." Said the diva starting to get annoyed.

"Geez, no need to be so rude... well it doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm here. So, why are we her for to begin with? I suppose it's not just so you could hurt my feelings like that."

"Someone, or something has being causing a lot of issues in the city, a lot of people have being disappearing for quite some time now, some hero agencies have being investigating it but it seems that their incompetence hasn't let them get to whoever's doing this. Last week it took one of our members, good news is that we found him bad news is that he was mutilated to a point of being unrecognizable, I tried using my quirk to restore him to previous state, this is how we were able to know who he was. Usually I- we, would make one of our men deal with this but right now everyone is attending more important issues. According to rumours we've gotten it appears that it tends to stay away from places with a big amounts of people. Your job is to find it, I'll be supervising you with this. If you can take it out, you'll receive a bonus this time, but I doubt you'll be able to do much"

He may or may not have spaced out during all the information dump but something caught his attention.

"Find it? Just that? I'm supposed to be killing them..."

"Don't think I haven't noticed your decaying state, you look paler every day. You've become slower, the only reason you can still do your job is because you don't have to depend on a quirk but that's thanks to your pet. Just find it, if it's weak and you can take it out, kill it. If not we'll deal with it."

"No I'm… not. I'll... deal with it. This is my job. I-If you deal with it, I won't get pay. Big part of my income comes from devil hunting."

"Midoriya, the only reason you are of any use to us. To me, is that you do as you are told, just like an obedient dog, and as you know dogs don't need to think." He doesn't even face him as he says this, instead moves away, it's hard to tell what he thinks, that's how it has always been. Whether it is anger, disappointment or worry his voice is always cold, distant.

"You are not essential to anyone, I have the ability to bring your body to a previous state, so a fatal injury is nothing but an inconvenience." He slightly turns his head to face me, his cold gaze falls upon me chilling every part of my being, this is the man who could leave you as just a red stain in the wall, and he is staring at me, hit in me in the face with the fact that I'm useless in this state, and for a slight moment his eye twitches, whatever reason for it is irrelevant.

"But I can't cure illness. It wouldn't matter if I put your body back to it once was, you'll die eventually the same way your mother did. Using my quirk with you would be a waste." He raised his voice at first but became more silent with each word.

He was right. Izuku shared the same fate his mother had. Chisaki knew it, he knew it. As distant as the man was, he knew that the boy kept going for his mother, so even if it was due to pity he kept his supervising the state of Izuku's mother, and it was him who gave Izuku the news, and it was him who was there when she was buried. Always looking down on him, but still never left.

"*sigh* there's always a chance that is just a fiend so I'll give you one chance, just one… go and find something to eat, your worthless to me if you faint, I wouldn't carry you back to safety."

Better to focus on something else, Pochita seems agitated too, doesn't really like when Chisaki tries to act though probably.

"Its okay buddy, don't listen to him, c'mon let's get something to eat."


They managed to buy some snacks to eat and decided to eat them inside an abandoned building, before their job starts he wanted to sit down in the stairs of the building, his feet were already feeling heavy from having to walk all the way here.

"A fiend huh? I've heard about them, it appears devils are capable of possessing corpses, and using them as a shell as a last resort, but they are supposed to be weaker in that form. Hmmm. Really hope we are fighting one this time."

"So... I guess you are supposed to do that to huh?" He asked while petting his little friend not really expecting a response. He should have name him Clifford, his red hair is really fluffy, too much for the chainsaw devil. He starts barking, hopefully it is a positive response.

"Heh... hey, hey, Pochita... you know, I'll probably get myself killed by one of this things before we even notice... that thought doesn't scare me as much as I thought it would, but what I'm scared of is what might happen to you..." this thought has being in his head since the moment he named him. Perhaps it was this conversation all the hunger he still felt but his hands started shivering and once the dog noticed this he got closer to him, so he just took him in his arms and hugged him.

"You might starve to death, or maybe taken out by someone else... if you can really take over another person's body. Then I'll give you mine. After I'm buried, or until they know I'm dead, the yakuza will forget about me. You'll be able to leave this place, and... Then you can have a normal life... and have a normal death..." this is what he wishes. if he can be granted a wish than this is the one he wants to become true.

With every fiver of his being he wished for it. "I want to save you from this life."

He raised his friend in the air and smiled to each other without realizing of the man who was hearing them with a frown in his face.


The sun is setting already, they've been researching every single corner of this place for almost a week now. They spent most of the day researching every alley, and abandoned building. But haven't even seen a single person or creature that could be considered a threat.

All day has gone to waste and everyone was exhausted. Only when he tried asking around town to see if someone might've seen something suspicious or heard something useful he got something. Apparently some people heard something similar to screams and whimpers coming from an abandoned port, but nobody dared to approach it.

"This is why I gave up on being a detective, if I wanted to be one I would have named this guy Scooby Do. This is just a big headache." This kept getting better and better, the hunger and fatigue all of those things applied to Pochita, and the worse thing is that it ruined his good mood.

"Stop your whining, *sigh* let's just check the place out, if there's something there we'll see what we'll do, if not then we just start over." Replied Chisaki, despite his tough guy act, Izuku was pretty sure he was exhausted as well.


The current situation sucked, literally. The place they arrived at was an old port but it was in such a bad state that it could easily be mistaken by a dumpster, it surely smelled like one. Why can't these things live in a beautiful landscapes or a clean populated park.

A few coughs later and getting scolded by his babysitter for his lack of hygiene, he finally decided to take off his glove and use his quirk to disintegrate the entrance. Once it was gone, the things that could be heard at night were gone, the cars in the distance, thi flickering lights or the sound of crickets were nowhere to be found. All of that combined with the sight in front of them made it seem like perhaps it was a bad idea to come here just by themeselves.

The place was covered in blood, dismembered limbs scattered across the floor, and other human parts that are clearly in an advanced state of decay.

That should explain the smell, it should be enough to prove that whatever it is that lives here isn't human. Mostly because It's impossible that someone could be living with this smell. The moment he got in it was noticeable that the big brave man was going to stay in a safe distance but any sort of mental insult was stopped when he heard movement coming right above them.

With no time to think about it he quickly took Pochita and hid behind the nearest container he could find. Chisaki is nowhere to be found, probably hidden somewhere angrily muttering at how he got his holy body dirty by doing it.

And as much as picturing him doing just that would make anyone's day, it will have to wait. The creature that was descending from the ceiling. Could only be described as a deformed humanoid creature.

Pitch black skin, it almost had a metallic look to it, many parts of it had edges that look sharp enough to cut right through you. Perhaps he was looking to deep into it, but all of it seem to slightly resamble the armor of a samurai.

It stood tall, scanning through it surroundings, just it's mere presence gave an intimidating aura. It probably was two or maybe even three meters tall. Just one of it's armas was bigger than him.

Just it's size was worrying, but what seemed more dangerous was it's arms or at least what it came out from them.

A katana blade came from the palm of its right hand. Something similar happened with the other blade it had. First of all, it didn't had a left hand, instead it was replaced with an even bigger blade than the other one. The beast also seem to have the sheath of the blade attached to each elbow.

It started to make a silent growl. A katana devil is one of the worst things to face at the moment, a dangerous weapon feared by many posses a great deal of power. And in the state he was it's unlikely he'll be able to do anything only using Pochita.

Not only is a surprise attack out of the question considering the amount of noise a chainsaw those, but a direct approach is probably going to leave both of them cut in half as that thing uses their body as a late night snack without any type of consent.

"Midoriya…" he could heard someone whisper, making him have three consecutive heart attacks.

"Holy hell, w-w-what the hell are you thinking" he whispered back to the idiot that thinks appearing behind someone in life or death situation is acceptable.

"It appears this is our devil." The small statenent made him want to punch him in the face but that was out of the question so the only thing he could do was say 'No shit Sherlock' to himself.

"This is bad, a katana devil is a little too much for any of us to take care of,we need to get out of here."

"Look at it. He already knows we are here. He is looking for us, if we try to escape he'll try to chase us, if he doesn't he'll run away and all of our efforts would be a waste." He wanted to smack some sense into him, but he seemed determined. If he left him he would get himself killed.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he was the only reason he was alive, he is the only member of the Yakuza who gave him the chance to work for his life, anyone else would kill him. And even if he survives, he'll probably cut his head off afterwards.

"Look I'm not good with sneak attacks so I need you to attack him from behind and disintegrate his ass while I distract him" he sighed and gave his instructions to him, to this the guy just nodded, it's obvious he is against the idea of having to deal with this thing but options are limited.


Now all that is needed is to get near him and start Pochita's engine to bring his attention, if it gets near he should just try to deflect his attacks, key word in here is try.

Izuku was already tired just by being there and there was an immense pain in his chest, with his nose that started bleeding a little while ago.

While holding the demonic dog he was able to hear his heartbeat become faster with each second, he must be scared as well. But there was no time to hesitate now, there probably wasn't even a chance to run away now, so all he could do is pull Pochita's cord and hear the sound of his engine start.

What follows is something that wouldn't let a future character sleep for weeks if she had been introduced earlier. The devil started to make noises similar to laughter, it sounded horrible, equivalent to the sound of a knife trying to cut a dish.

The thing charged right into their direction cutting the wooden box they were taking cover, fortunately managing to move just in time.

"AGH! Another small one, I knew I sensed something, it seems I was mistake for imagining someone a little bigger this time. What a disappointing catch."The way he talked was sickening, like three people were talking at the same time, it was really hard to understand him. Now that both were facing each other, he tried looking into the creatures eyes but found nothing. Only thing he saw was another blade in it's forhead.

"Hey, I'm thougher than I look, and as always good things often come in small packages. More importantly, that's not a way to treat a gest. Didn't your mommy ever teach you manners?." As ridiculous as it may sound, it's better than cower in fear. Considering this things get strength from fear trying to look at them as big fools to calm yourself is not that bad of an idea, he had nothing to loose at this point. He only had to distract him.

"Puny pathetic mortal, do not get full of yourself, demonic power does not curse through your veins, your body decays with every second that passes. Yet you try. I will feast on your flesh and and drink your blood out of your beating heart."he seemed completely calmed, it was obvious that he didn't take him seriously in the slightest. But that didn't mean the creature had plans to let him live after this, so with no delay he trusted two of his blades directly in his direction cutting anything that was between them in just one motion aiming directly to his heart.

As much as he tried to avoid getting impaled by side stepping the only thing he got was a deep cut in his right in the shoulder and getting one of the blade stuck in the floor, with a cut like this it won't be long before he lost to much blood. Even if he tried to contain the scream of pain and use Pochita's chainsaw to try and cut the devil with little results.

Just thinking he had a chance against it was a mistake, he just moved its head to face him and chuckled at his futile attempts to make distance between them. With just one smooth movement of his stuck limb he retrieved the blade from the floor and was now free to move again.

Without much effort the grotesque creature swings both blades, this time he managed to block one and before the other one connected the human stepped closer to the opposite side of his body, taking this chance to get on his back taking it by surprise, and prepared as quickly as possible to stab him in the back of the neck with the chainsaw.

The only thing he needed to do was leave an opening for Chisaki to come out and strike him. That was all, so even if just by breathing he felt like fainting he didn't let go of his companion and used his chainsaw to cut through the monster's thick skin. But instead of hearing a scream of pain the creature just slammed him into the wall with a quick motion of its leg. The moment he impacted against the wall he felt the air exit his lungs, unable to inhale or exhale he collapsed on the floor.

Dropping Pochita by accident when he hit the floor.

Even with his eye getting blurry with each second that passed he was able to see one blade heading towards him. Trying to get away he rolled as fast as his body left him leaving an opening that the devil doesn't waste to take, slashing the upper part of his chest.

He would have screamed if he could but his body wasn't letting him, everything felt numb at this point, so he was unable to even feel the tip of his fingers.

Pochita stood up and rushed right into the devils leg making a deep cut trying to stop him from doing more damage to him, making him scream in anger. He stabs Pochita right through the stomach, making him scream in agony. This left him impaled in its blade so he shoves him to the side.

Izuku was barely unconscious, he didn't even noticed when he jumped to catch him, ignoring his wound opening and the broken ribs cutting his organs every time he moved in the slightest.

But to him it didn't matter, his wounds didn't matter and it didn't matter the cut he made in the palm of his hand to feed the dog his blood to heal him.

The devil wastes no time and rushes right for a final strike, instinctively he raises his hand to protect him and his pet from the attack. The next thing he was able to feel is a burning pain is his forearm. All he saw was a katana make a swift motion in front of him, just to later hear the sound of something hitting the ground, once he was able to look at what it was all he saw was his severed arm flying away.

"Ahhhhghhhghhhh"

The last thing the devil does is impale him with the blade he had in the middle of the head savouring the moment and drinking the fluid that came from the cut. With his last strength he trusted the chainsaw into the devil's face, but before he could celebrate his last strike the katana devil desperately moved his head to shoved him away, once the blade came out of his torso the devil sheathed his right blade in the sheath attached to it's left elbow. And in a final movement, he saw a blur as if the creature left several after images and cut right through the air.

It was as if time had stop, gravity didn't exist that moment. He didn't felt anything and neither could Pochita. Nothing moved until the devil left a final scream of victory.

"YOU SHALL DIE"

Those were the only words he screamed as his and Pochita's bodies were cut in million of pieces, time resumed and even the air itself that surrounded them appeared to be cut as well.

But before the light of his eyes went away, and before the blood sprawled away from his body he saw how the upper torso of the devil exploded into a pool of blood leaving behind his legs. The last thing he saw before hitting the floor was Chisaki's silhouette behind the devil's corps and his yellow eyes that seemed to glow even in the darkness of the scene.

'All I wanted was to dream about a better life. But I couldn't even have that much?'


"We came as fast as you called us. Where is that thing." A man using a black cape and a hat not to mention a black plague mask.

"Its corpse is in the middle of the room, take his remaining back. Do it quickly and don't leave anything behind." He ordered the man while cleaning his hands.

"What do we do with the kid and the dog?" another man asked with concern.

"… put him in the dumpster, someone will have to find him… eventually… he is not my problem anymore." He said without even looking where the kids remaining's were, but he didn't have to. The image of the boy receiving a judgement cut was still clear, he could see it even if tried closing his eyes.

Once they were finished the only one left was Chisaki himself, looking were Izuku and Pochita remained. A look with an immense amount of emotions, anger, and disgust were the ones that filled him the most, but deep inside there was also disappointment.

He never expected the kid to pay off his debt, he knew he would end up dying, by them, by demons or by his own health problems he developed. But what he didn't imagined was seeing him die in front of him that way. Maybe he would have gotten the news from one of his new henchmen, or maybe when he went to give him another job but not like this.

Seeing people go away was part of his every day life by now, by all means he should feel no resemblance of empathy towards someone as annoying as him, but he would be dying if he said he was relieved or if he felt some kind of joy.

He was gonna die either way so what was the point? He had seen all the Midoriyas Pass away. Hisashi Midoriya died in what was called an accident trying to pay for his wife's treatment, Inko Midoriya died in a hospital bed not even aware of her surroundings without her son on her side, only him. And Izuku Midoriya died in an abandoned dumpster trying to pay a debt that wasn't his to begin with.

And he still buried them all, despite not being related in any way. But he never planed on burying the boy, not even now.

Izuku died and was left in a dumpster to rot away, he paid his debt with his life just like many others. That's what any members of the Yakuza that knew about him will remember. But not Chisaki.

His gaze now directed to the dog, he took off his glove and reached for the blade in its head. Once he touched it he sliced his finger and let the blood coming from it fall into the dog's mouth.

"You are free to use his body to whatever you please. Whatever that may be, it's none of my business. Just be a good dog and do as he told you."

Izuku woke up inside of a dumpster, it was dark and cold, and seeing anything in front of him was almost impossible, anything except Pochita, and he was standing in his chest looking at him with his tongue out. "Pochita…"

"woof!"

"You took over my body, huh?" He said, having already accepted his fate it made him relieved , this was fine, as long as the one in front of him gets to live.

"I… liked hearing your dreams. Thank you for saving me but now I'll be the one to save you."

"This is a contract."

"I'll be your heart in exchange… Show me more of your dreams."


A day passed since the death of Izuku Midoriya, the sun started to come out as if nothing had happened. Nobody even noticed he was gone.

That morning he opened his eyes.

Once he was awake the dream he had of his friend remained playing on repeat in his head, and every time it faded away he could hear him whisper his last words to him.

"Live"


This the author of the future. The future where I got trapped in the house of a relative for two weeks and had nothing better to do than write the first two chapters of this story, in those two weeks, at like 1:00 am. What can I say, I had trouble sleeping.I had no idea what I was doing, but now! Well, I still don't know what I'm doing. What I do know is that I didn't like the whole first person narration that was used for this chapter and the last part of the chapter, so I just edited a little cause I had nothing better to do, didn't know what to write for 6 so I did this in the mean time.I'll probably do the same for chapter 2, I have like 2k words of chapter 6, progress is progress.Also the katan devil should look like a mixture between the one from the manga and Vergil's sin devil trigger, it was cool we saw the original form of the blood devil and the one for the chainsaw devil so I was curious about the katana and boom boom devil.