Izuku sighed as he took his medication. Slowly all the bed thought disappeared. He smiled his signature smile. He took many different medicines. Some he needs, some to just fuel his addiction.

He takes five medications for just his anxiety. He doesn't need four of them, but he takes those purely for his own enjoyment. He takes SSRIs, Anxiolytic, Antidepressant, Sedative, and some Nerve pain medication. He only needs the Antidepressants.

For depression he doubles up on SSRIs, Antidepressant, and Anxiolytic. He only needs to take Antipsychotic.

He has ADHD. So he takes Stimulant, Cognition-enhancing medication, and Antihypertensive drug. He only needs the second one.

He also has severe Insomnia. So he triple ups on Antidepressant. Doubles up on Sedative. And takes Antihistamine. He only needs the second.

He's Schizophrenic. He doubles up on Antipsychotic. He only needs the Anti-Tremor.

He also gets severe migraines. So he takes, a lot mind you, more Antipsychotic, Analgesic, Nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug, more Stimulant, Nerve pain medication, Triptan, Neurotoxin, and Dietary supplements.

Finally, throw in random stomach pain medicines and small headaches. He's loaded on medication.

Only reason he's not dead yet is that his quirk won't allow him to die. He has attempted suicide. All that was left was blood, no body. Because the body stood back up and walked away. He's also tried to drown himself. Again, no body, the body woke back up an hour later and left the secluded beach.

He has a regeneration/healing quirk, he doesn't know if he's able to heal anyone else or just himself.

He sighs in content as the effects of all the medications he took finally set in. He smiles, his eyes bloodshot and bags under his eyes.

He goes up to his room and puts makeup on his face to cover the eye bags. He looks at his phone, he's still got time till he has to leave. He opens a drawer and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

He lights one and puts it between his teeth. He breathes in and out, smoke leaving his mouth. His body relaxes as the nicotine kicks in, he smiles.

"That's the shit," he says in a deep gruff voice. His normal voice, not the high pitched squeaky voice he has around others.

He looks at his clock and groans, takes out and puts out the cigarette and grabs his backpack. He sighs as he leaves the house.

As he walks to school, he slowly becomes what everyone sees. The weak, up beat Deku. His voice taking on the higher pitch.

Internally he's crying, he hates putting on this little charade. But no one can know the real him. No one can know just how messed up in the head he is.

He gets to school and silently groans. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to deal with Bakugou's shit. He doesn't want to deal with the bullying. Doesn't want to deal with the constant quirkless comments.

He quietly sighs again before smiling like 'normal'. He makes it to class and sits down. Cue the bullying, and the constant quirkless name calling.

He just wants to go home, take his drugs, smoke or vape, maybe both, take a drink from his mom's alcohol she has in the fridge, and finally sit down and draw. Maybe he should try another suicide attempt. Maybe he'll actually die this time.

By the end of the day he wanted to take a gun and shoot everyone of the goddamn idiots in the class. He was tired of their bullshit.

The drugs are fading. No wonder he's in a bad mood. Oh lookie here, Katsuki Bakugou was standing in front of his desk with a sneer.

"Yes Kacchan," Izuku said in his fake voice, that no one can tell is fake.

"Don't try to get into UA shitty Deku," Katsuki said.

'You know what…fuck it, I know I'm not going to be a hero anyways,' he thinks. He smiles. "Okay Kacchan…I'll stop…wouldn't it be better if I took a swan dive off the roof also, I'm tired of my bullshit life anyways," he said, his voice going to it's normal tone and pitch at the end.

Katsuki's eyes had widened. Who was this, this wasn't Deku. "Wh-what?" Katsuki was at a loss of words. This was not what he was expecting. Was the damn nerd actually going to do it.

"Bye, bye Kacchan," Izuku practically skipped out of the room, leaving the stunned Katsuki staring at his desk.

As Izuku got out of the school gate, he reached into his back and pulled out his Juul. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy he always kept one in his bag, for times like now.

When the nicotine hit it was like everything faded to white noise. He started walking home, taking the shortcut under the tunnel. Unaware of the danger ahead.

As he got about half way green slime fell in front of him. He quickly jumped back as he watched it take form. "A nice medium sized meat shield," the thing said.

Izuku gulped. He got into his fighting stance, he's been taking Karate, Judo, Tai Chi, Taekwondo, and Kick boxing for a reason. That and he does parkour with a group of people he's come to call his own. He also takes gymnastics to help his flexibility. Anyways, all of that has helped form his own fighting stance.

Quick, unpredictable, and hard. He wins things easily. He took a deep breath to calm down. His eyes becoming focused and calculated. He can feel his attention slipping though.

He needs to make this quick, he won't be able to stall for time. He quickly moved forward and kicked. His eyes widened when his foot went through the slime without injuring the villain.

The sludge villain smiled a sinister smile. "That won't work~," the thing said. Izuku's breathing quickened as the thing got closer. "You'll be a fun little toy~," the smile did not look nice, it sent a shiver down his spine.

"I need to get out of here…I'm slowly starting to see things, and I think I forgot to…What did I forget," Izuku started to mumble. A shadow soon covered him. He looked up, eyes wide and immense fear shown in his eyes.

The villain was kinda leaning over him. "I should have my fun with you before I take over your body~," it said, eyeing his build. Right now he regrets having his body. He usually regrets having his body, but he's never felt like he was about to be raped before.

As the sludge was about to pounce on him, strikingly blue fire was shot from behind him and hit the sludge. The thing screeched in pain. It looked behind Izuku, looking very pissed.

"You bastard," it exclaimed.

"Sorry, just couldn't stand watching you try to take over another body. I know we're both villains, but you don't know when to quit," a voice said behind him.

Izuku saw his chance and quickly backed up away from the sludge. He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the arm and then traced the arm back to its owner.

The guy was a fairly tall, pale young man of a slim, somewhat-lanky build. He has longish, black hair that spikes up around his head, hanging low over his eyes, which are thin, turquoise in color, and heavily lidded. His most striking features, however, are undoubtedly the patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms and legs. These appear to be attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings, making it impossible to tell if these scars were accidental or self-inflicted.

He's wearing a large dark blue coat with two large metal cuffs at the end of each elbow-length sleeve, and a white stitch design on each of his shoulders, the hem ripped, extending down to his knees. His shirt and belt stay the same, but he replaces his pants with some larger ones of a darker color, and his shoes with black boots. He was wearing a mask around his neck.

The guy looked down at Izuku and then looked back up to the sludge. "All Might is still after you. He'll be here any minute, now I'm going to leave, and this guy is coming with me," he said, slightly tugging Izuku to follow him.

As they got out of one side of the tunnel, they heard shouting from the otherside. "Everything is fine, why? Because I AM HERE," the distinctive shout of All Might was heard.

Izuku looked at the guy. "Thanks," he said looking down at his fidgety hands.

"Don't mention it," the guy said, slightly looking at him, and the tunnel where they left the sludge to All Might.

"How can I repay you," Izuku asked.

"You don't have to, but I would like your name," the guy said with a little smirk.

"Midoriya Izuku," he said, slightly rubbing his head.

"Dabi, can I ask you why you don't run when you clearly heard me say that I was a villain," the guy, now known as Dabi, said.

"Why should I run when I know I'll probably never be a hero," Izuku said looking away with a frown.

"What do you mean," Dabi asked, looking at him.

"No one wants a hero that has an addiction to drugs and quirk only heals themself, well I'm not really sure if it only heals me," he admitted, "Also doubt that they want someone who drinks and smokes like their life depends on it."

Dabi looked at him interested. "But you look like you could put up a good fight," he questioned.

"I take many different fighting classes, I do parkour in my free time, and I do gymnastics, I'm able to put up a fight, just not with someone made out of fucking slime," Izuku huffed.

Izuku's eyes widened before he started patting down his pockets. He swore. Dabi looked at him confused.

"Lost my Juul, fuuuck" he swore some more. Dabi stood there amused.

Izuku looked at the tunnel then down at his hands, then looked at the tunnel again. "I'll be back, I need that back," he said before walking into the tunnel. Dabi decided to follow him.

Dabi watched as Izuku searched the ground. Some sludge left behind after All Might's fight with the villain. Izuku made a distressed sound when he couldn't find it.

"Can't you get a new one," Dabi asked. Izuku sighed.

"Ya, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to get a new one after only having that one for like, two weeks," Izuku sighed. He walked over to Dabi and stood next to him.

Dabi realized that he slightly looks down. "How tall are you," Dabi questioned. Izuku looked at him.

"5'8, but I've grown two inches in the last two weeks, so I'm going through a growth spurt," he answered.

Dabi could see him getting taller than himself. He then had the realization that he should stay in contact with the guy. Dabi pulled out his phone.

"What's your number," he asked.

Izuku looked at him before realizing why he asked. "(*) *-," he said, getting out his phone. He soon saw a text from an unknown number. He saved the contact as Dabi.

He put his phone up. "Want to come with me to get a new Juul," he asked. Dabi nodded and pulled his mask back around his face, the only thing showing was a little bit of his nose and his eyes.

When they got to the store and walked in the guy behind the counter let out a laugh. "Back already," he asked, looking at Izuku.

"I fucking lost it when a sludge villain tried to kill me," he said walking over to the guy.

"Do you mean that sludge villain," the guy said pointing towards the tv. And on the screen was the sludge villain holding someone hostage. Not just anyone, but Katsuki Bakugou.

"Fuck," Izuku swore. "Of course All Might couldn't keep the guy locked up somehow," he said leaving the store.

"Where are you going," Dabi asked.

"I might not look like it, but I fucking want revenge," he said before the door was completely closed.

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