Heyooo! I've been wanting to write this one for a while, but haven't had the motivation to, but boredom is as good a reason as any.
And for anybody being a bitch baby about Izuku being too OP and there being no reason for him to have OFA. I do not care. These are purely for my enjoyment, and I post them because they're writen, not because I have to.
That being said, I will be returning to my unfinished fics soon, and apologize for not posing anything on them in a long time.
Let The Chaos Ensue…
Two months. It had been two months since they'd moved into the dorms, and even with his own fridge in his room, he'd run out of food about two weeks in. Mad with hunger, and having been caught by Aiawa every night for the past two weeks, he hadn't gone to class at all that week.
Shinso had offered to help him, but Izuku didn't want anyone to suspect him in any way of being in cahoots with the Ghoul.
He'd been hiding in his room all day long, several of his classmates had tried to pull him from his supposed funk, and even Bakugo had tried to break down his door. Even though Izuku had reinforced it with extra locks when he first moved in.
He sat on the edge of his bed with his ghoul uniform on and his mask in his backpack. He waited till the hall lights went out from under his door and slipped out his window.
Aizawa waited on the rooftop for the problem child's window to open, he'd been trying to go out since they moved into the dorms, and every night for the past two weeks, he'd stopped him every time, but his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to instead follow Midoriya to see what he was up to.
The boy slipped out his window, landing silently on the grass of the dorm yards, looked around for any trace of him being followed, then slipped on a mask. He then made a mad dash for the city, using his telltale tenticle like limbs he called kagune to launch himself into the air and onto a tall roof, heading at high speeds toward the city. Aizawa had to admit, he had an incredibly hard time keeping up. He followed from a distance, and finally came to a stop several buildings away when his student stopped on the tallest building in the city. He sat on the ledge and waited. Without warning, he jumped off the building, and he added toward the worse part of town, as he got closer he heard screaming.
By the time he'd caught up to Midoriya, he stood in front of an injured teenage girl, catching several bullets in his chest from a man, who by the looks of it, was preparing to do something indecent to the girl. The bullets however, to the teacher's shock, did nothing as laughed it off before using his kagune to rip the gun from the man's hands and slammed the man against the wall knocking him unconscious.
So Midoriya is secretly a vigilante…
The boy turned around and lowered the mouth piece to his mask and pulled out a roll of gauze and wrapped her shot shoulder.
"Thank you for saving me," the girl said.
"Don't even worry about it, the hospital is a bit far, can you make it there on your own?"
She nodded, and he sent her off. As soon as she was out of the alleyway though, Izuku collapsed. Aizawa almost got up, but something in his gut warned him not to. Against his better judgement, he listened.
He stayed like that for a few minutes but was forced back up when the criminal woke.
"You think you're so scary," the man scowled, getting up. "But here you are, weak."
What happened next would give Eraserhead nightmares of his problem Child for years to come.
A bone chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway below Aizawa, and Midoriya looked up with his telltale red and black eyes that he was about to use his quirk. "It's only because I haven't eaten in two months," he laughed. That not only confused the man, but also the teacher, who was sure he'd seen the boy eat at mealtimes.
"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.
"Because," the boy said tilting his head with an unpleasant look in his eyes. "You're my next meal."
There was no time for either men to do a double take, because Izuku launched from his crumpled position on the ground and was on top of the man in the blink of an eye, his and wrapped around his throat as he slammed him to the ground. "Any requests before you die?"
'Die' WTF Problem child?
The man's eyes widened before one of Midoriya's kagune stabbed him in the side of the neck spilling blood into the alleyway and leaving the man dead in under a minute. Aizawa was too stunned to even move.
Izuku sighed and stood, staring at the body for a moment before pulling out a knife from his boot and cut the man's shirt down the middle before doing the same with his skin. He dug his hands under his ribs till he felt the liver, pulled it out and bit into it with the tenseness in his body draining with every bite and other organ he consumed. The scent of blood calming his nerves, he had the hardest time keeping it together in front of the girl, whose blood was young and sweet, but his meal was this. A scumbag who didn't deserve another second on the face of the earth for the person he'd decided to be.
He dug back into the man's chest and yanked the heart from its place, blood spraying everywhere as he bit into it, spraying the liquid on himself, the body and the walls around it. As soon as he'd had his fill to satisfactory levels, he slid his backpack off and pulled out a heavy duty black garbage bag he grabbed the body's arms and pulled, the sound disturbed him when he was younger, but now the sound of tendons and muscles ripping, was just apart of his day to day life as Ghoul.
However, for anyone watching, the sight and sound was disturbing, so when he heated the sound of retching and vomit splatting against concrete above him, he knew he'd been found out. He scented the air past the body beneath him and swore.
"Fcuk. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
He knew that scent of coffee, cats, and sleep deprivation anywhere. Aizawa had followed him, and he was so hungry that he hadn't noticed the man tailing him until now.
He dropped the bag and launched onto the roof, spotting his teacher staring at him with horror and disgust.
He'd tried to keep down his nausea as long as he could, but after watching Izuku dig through the mans body and eat all of his organs and then proceeding to rip the mans limbs off, he realized who his student really was. The Ghoul. It took him another minute to realize that the Ghoul had been around for five years, and that had to mean that the boy was 10 when he started doing this… 10 when he started killing… started eating…
That was when he threw up.
In the next moment, his student was on the roof in front of him, and his emotions were worn on his face. Midorya had blood smeared on his face and with his kagune out he looked like some kind of nightmare creature.
Before doing anything else though, he retracted his extra limbs and did his best to wipe the blood off on his pants and shirt before stepping forward. "Let me explain," he said with staying hands.
"That would be great, Midorya! Or should I say Ghoul? What the actual fuck just went down."
The boy grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. "How much…"
"I've been following you since campus." He deadpanned.
He looked extremely uncomfortable, but glanced over the edge of the building at the body he'd just maimed. "If you're not going to rat me out immediately…" he proceeded slowly. "I would prefer to explain this when a) I'm not covered in blood. And b) after I finish… with what I was doing."
Aizawa would also like for his student to not be covered in blood. So he gave a nod.
"Great, umm. You can go, just head straight for my dorm. I'm gonna trust that you aren't going to rat me out, because that would just really suck for me." He said, then jumped back over the side of the building. Aizawa left as promptly as he could, and to his own shock, didn't stop at the police station on the way.
Izuku arrived back on campus a little later then he wanted to, but there'd been another hold up, and who was he to say no to more food when all he had before was four limbs. That would only last him about two weeks. With how hard training was going, he needed to consume more food more often.
He didn't really expect for Aizawa to be waiting in his room, but he figured it was fine since he did have all the keys to his locks. (One of the conditions of him being able to instal said locks) he was waiting patiently in his desk chair when he slipped back in through his window.
Silently, he stripped out of his ghoul costume and used a dozen baby wipes to clean himself up, then chugged a bottle of water to clear his mouth of blood, all while his teacher watched him, silently.
"What took you so long?"
Izuku winced. "Eh… 'nother mugging?"
Aizawa drug his hand down his face and sighed. "Good god problem child."
"I know, I know, it looks really bad for me. But let me explain some things first."
"I would really like one of those about now."
"Where to start, where to start?" He mumbled. "My quirk, is registered as 'tentacle' that's not it's real name, it's real name is 'ghoul'. Mainly for the reason that I canonlyconsumehumanstosurvive"
"Run that by me again," he said.
"Regular food, is inedible for me, makes me sicker than a dead dog while… humans… aren't."
"Care to share how you figured this out?"
"You probably heard me in the alleyway, I hadn't eaten in two months, and I haven't showed up to class all week, I have a harder time controlling myself around people when I'm hungry…" he walked past his teacher and rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a case file. Hisashi's case file. And handed it to his teacher. This was about a month or so after my quirk developed. I, a six-year-old child didn't have the control I have now. And therefore my first victim was my father. Completely on accident. I don't recall doing it, but my mother came home and found me…" he took a breath and blinked back tears. "She found me sleeping in my father's rib cage.
Aizawa was looking over the pictures, hand over his mouth, paler than a ghost.
"That's how I found out."
"Ghoul's first victim," he muttered. "Was a mistake."
Izuku nodded. "My mother, bless her heart, worked at the hospital at the time and would bring home no longer viable parts that were to be incinerated. She was fired when I was ten years old, and thus brought about…"
"The appearance of Ghoul," he finished.
The child nodded. "Don't think for a second though that I liked it, I… by the time I was twelve I had so many suicide attempts under my belt…" Izuku sighed. "You saw me get shot tonight, it did practically nothing. Neither do pills, hanging, high drops…"
"I'm going to stop you right there. You're telling me, that you… that you…"
"Hated myself so much I tried dying, a lot? Yeah."
"Remind me to get you a counselor."
"No."
"So, your quirk makes it so you have to have to be a cannibal to survive, and yet you can't die?"
"I'm sure I could die of starvation, for sure." Izuku said. "But I will go insane if I get too hungry. And at that point, I can't stop myself from eating whoever is closest to me. So I choose to go out and kill the bad guys and eat them, so that I don't hurt anyone who's innocent."
"Okay, but I don't understand. I've seen you eat."
"I swallow whole, first chance I get away, I force myself to throw it up."
The teachers eyes glanced at the boy's knuckles.
The boy scoffed. "You think someone that can get shot multiple times and be fine is gonna bruise their knuckles from throwing up?"
"Fair point…" he paused. "Why is this conversation going so well?"
"You know? I have no idea. I'm honestly surprised." They sat in silence for a moment. "So… You're not going to rat me out?"
The teacher sat in thought for a moment. "No, I don't think I will."
Izuku sighed. "Oh, that's good. Now can you leave?"
"Why?"
"Because, I've got to package up a body an a half, and I don't think you want to stick around for that."
Aizawa quickly left.
Everything went back to relative normalcy, but he didn't miss the way Aizawa should watch him eat people food. Or the way he'd glance at him whenever there was blood around. Or the fact that the school counselor was now hitting up his phone. And the rare occasion when there'd be a piece of paper slid under his door with the address of extra special scumbags, and along with that he was never bothered while sneaking out again.