The Hands Of God acting through a dancing Deku.
And thus, I begin my foray into the MHA/BnH fandom.
You have read Vigilant Izuku (Predicted way before cannon confirmed it., you have read Vilain Izuku, abused Izuku, dead Izuku (I'm sure this is how it will end.) Cafe owner, Barista, AFO, Animal and whatever the heck people are into for our favourite green been.
But not vaishnnava Izuku.
Now... there is.
Behold! the Vaishnava!Izuku Fanfiction nobody asked for! (save for God, Krishna.)
Also... TW; Krishna, the supreme personality of Godhead.
Tomura hated this, which was not new, to be honest.
He hated this place, Musutafu and its all too clean streets. He hated how the families looked oh so, happy in their little happy dream of normality. He hated how many of them practically worshipped the ground the false symbol of hope marched on...
But then, those were all NPC's with very little dialogue, they were only here to make this world more... alive and pretty. But really, those were just a resource drain.
Not that Tomura really cared about them at the moment, since he was close to his quest objective; the game store.
His gassy nanny finally gave Tomura a decent amount of coinage this time, a reward for not dusting anything at the bar. It was... an acceptable amount, to be sure—just enough for a game of two or three.
He already had his wish list, and he knew this one store where the games were not outrageously priced. And the shop NPC was a pretty swell guy who knew his shit.
Tomura liked that. And he didn't waste his time talking about useless crap like family, business, Pro Hero's and all might. And how, in the end, everything was not worth it.
Nope, not at all.
The current society had to fall, that was what Sensei told him... and Tomura still had much to learn about that.
And thus, the white-haired villain followed his in-game map to his favourite store, his black hood pulled up, hiding his feature and forcing him to keep looking at his phone and the ground, not risking a chance with a random enemy encounter...
As fun as it would be, Sensei wanted his main character to remain low and unnoticed. Besides, without his dear Family, Tomura could not handle the gaze of the mooks.
That was until a pair of dirty, barren feet entered his field of vision.
It took but a moment, and a blink would have lost Tomura the chance of a unique random encounter. But the pro-gamer and soon-to-be anti-might villain caught it just in time. And this single glance was enough to have the decay-quirked young man change his plan.
Since, obliviously, this was a quirk-less human. A rare type for sure, and one nobody would miss if they were to go missing.
And it wasn't like those poor things had it easy, with their status as a useless waste of space; no one wanted a quirkless bitch. Their only hope was either prostitution, a dead-end job, or somehow marrying rich people.
Slavery, really.
But most would commit suicide before they'd even reach the magic sixteen. And those who somehow got it in their head to keep on living would invariably end up in the street, where they would be hard-locked out of the game of life.
Or OD-ing on whatever crap they managed to cook up illegally.
Tomura's feet turned toward the youth- a young girl with matted green hair, wearing some dingy cloth.- to a back alley with a bounce in her step. And a pair of bags on her thin arms.
A ghoulish grin overtook the decay-user. Oh, this was perfect.
He entered the narrow alleyways, stepping over trash and other environmental debris as he stalks the poor, poor thing. Ready to end the quirkless girl's suffering.
Oh sure, Tomura knew he was a sadistic bastard; he got it from someone. But it didn't mean that he was completely heartless.
A quick death was better then what this poor girl was going through on a daily basis.
Tomura rounded a corner, wondering where this little bunny was leading him. It was just like this one game where you had to follow some NPC to unlock more of their stories, mostly forest animals and mythical beings that had a rather tragic death.
Then... he heard the girl speak...
No, not a Girl... a G.I.R.L. a fringing trap.
"Say, Krishna. I got you those corn sticks you seemed to like." The boy, maybe no older then... Tomura would give him maybe thirteen fifteen years of age, spoke to his companion. And Tomura stopped in his tracks. His ears strain for the response.
But no response came, except for the boy who began to grumble under his breath. "Basmati rice and dhal... and the next thing you will ask is a herd of cows. Krishna, please be merciful to me; I'm a homeless kid with no quirk, not Endeavour's favourite by-product. Still don't know how he's still the second before All-Might Krish... Oh yeah, Sex, power and money; that's how demons are whipped, aren't they." The boy laughed, and Tomura began to scratch his neck absentmindedly.
This poor kid had either turned insane or...
'Nah, no or. Little shit, he completely lost it.' Tomura thought as he peered past the wall.
It was a dead-end, not as dirty as one would expect a back alley to be, but still dingy. In the back was a makeshift shelter made out of plastic boxes (biodegradable, by the look of it.) there were small stoves (broken and about ready to blow.) and a big bottle of the cheapest water on the market and some bruised vegetable.
Not... quite rotten, but getting there quickly.
No meat was in sight, but considering that summer was upon them, Tomura could certainly appreciate the smartness of the kid.
And as for cans? Well, can openers were hard to get by nowadays. And this green-haired trap seemed to favour the 'fresh' over the canned.
But what caught Tomura was the young boy and the small altar that was protected by a very clean plastic bin. Inside was a golden book with Hiragana.
'Bhagavad-Gita as it is... the hell's that book, and why is that kid talking to it.' And indeed, greeny was still chatting a storm with his book, keeling in front of it on another flattened cardboard box.
"-And so I've met this guy with this Crazy quirk. Yes, I know you were there." he addressed his book. " But I like it better when I get to see you, you know."
Tomura narrowed his eyes, indeed. On the golden coloured book were two-man. One with a moustache and the other not... but he had to admit, the younger of the two was very easy on the eyes.
Or... was it a girl? The pale man didn't dare speculate, not after his first mistake.
"So yeah, this man had the craziest quirk, Zombie." The young boy, maybe no older then twelve, chuckles. " I only managed to catch a glimpse but, it was clear this man had no pulse and not blood pressure. At first, I thought he was sick, but I knew something was up when he ate his jerky. How? Oh, I know how cooked human flesh smell and look like. Oh, and he smelled like a corpse, his joints were stiff, and his skin was moulted."
Tomura leaned on the grimy corner, listening to what his mercy-kill was saying to his book.
...
That was such a random event, and despite what he may say later, Tomura really was into it.
"You know... I have to wonder what he did to get this type of Karma." Karma, not quirk. " His body had the appearance and the symptom of a dead body after two days. But he was still in it... and from the look of it, it's a very painful mutation quirk with more drawback then boosts." The greenette sighed as he folded his palm. "Krishna, I know I prayed to you for any type of quirk, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how fortunate I am.
Tomura kept listening as the boy spoke to his book as if it was a friend. He would speak to him about the many quirks he saw. (how did he managed to remember all that... and for this matter, how did the kid noticed so many details from mere glimpses?) then he spoke to his book about how his Madhukari went and what he could try to prepare without a stove and all that crap.
But not once did Tomura hear the quirkless boy complain about his situation. He was ranting about the hero's situation tough, not even hiding how he despite this whole dog and pony show.
"It's so disgusting, Krishna. Those so-called heroes are just saving old coats for fame. But the moment they hear a little bit of criticism, or that no cameras are shining on them, and they start crying foul." The greenette huffed. "Like endeavour, the guys more of a menace then some of the... I don't want to call them villains but, let's call them bad decisions, guys."
'Bad decision, guy.' Tomura thought with a quirk of his scratched-off brow. ' Were villains kids, we chose our path, and mine's not a bad one.' It was his Sensei's path, the righteous one, the one of regrowth after a well-deserved destruction.
It was well known that new life would grow over decay, and what was old had to die off.
That was what Sensei had said, and Sensei was always right. Tomura just had to follow him.
"Ah... Villains, Heroes... I know some are genuine, but, let's be honest, here, Krish, this whole hero/villain business is just more duality in a world that had enough of that shit." The boy huffed as he sat down. " You know, I don't know what would've happened if I would not have met you, Krishna. Yeah, I know I wanted to jump, but..."
'Oh... so he had thought to end it all then?' really, Tomura should not be all that surprised.
"But... you saved my life, Krish... you gave me... you gave me the chance." The boy spoke, his voice shocking from emotion. "I... I have too much to give you, Lord. But what can I give other then this pathetic fool's body, mind and very self?"
"Ugh!" Tomura groaned at the love-filled, fully surrendered tone the brat had used. It reminded him too much about those 'heroines' in his harem and eroge... Disgusted to no end, the decay user just left the insane boy to his own device as he simp over a goddamned book. He had coinage to blow and games to start.
He could always come back later... maybe.
The moment the dark presence left, Izuku let out a heavy sigh as he threw himself in front of the Gita. "Oh, God... T-too close." his whole body shook as the adrenaline left him.
Today had been an... okay day. He had sung the Maha-Mantra by the train station at his designated place. (I still had to find a way to make it up to Sansa-san.) then he went to beg to whatever door he could easily reach, amassing a very respectable amount of fruits, vegetables, some medicine and even some monetary donation. Unfortunately, his camping stove and old clunker Izuku had salvaged from the dust bit, had finally given up the ghost, and even more unfortunate was the lack of funds for a new one.
Meaning, Izuku would have to offer whatever he had raw and start buying water bottles since he didn't trust unboiled water... but then again, he had a refillable bottle, he just needed to pass security to get there since, you know...
A stinky homeless, and quirkless boy was never welcomed in any respectable store.
Then he'd attracted the attention of... someone whom Krishna was leery about. And Izuku was more then ready to trust his best friend and saviour.
The man had an aura of death and decayed around him, his body thin and sick. But most distressing was the presence of seven ghosts messing with his subtle body.
The man, Father, hated the boy and kept tearing at his psych, breaking him and moulding him as the demon he saw. He kept his hand onto the man's face as if he was about to bash his brain repeatedly on the ground, the floor, the hydrant. The man was scary, and Izuku desperately wanted to exorcise him.
He almost did... but he'd lost his nerve.
Mother kept her hand on the young man's arms, she was constantly weeping as she desperately tried to undo the harm father did. But being weak against the bad influence of Father and the other dirty presence. There was nothing she could do save crying and begging for Izuku to save her tenko, for he didn't do anything wrong.
He was innocent.
"Yeah... Innocent. But if he's in this situation, then this soul did the same to others, and those souls are taking revenge." Izuku spoke quietly as he took Krishna's vegetables to his cleaning and cooking station, Sending numerous thanks to the Lord for this little safe nook under the protective eyes of Stain. "Still, it's hard not to feel bad for him. I mean, I learned how to tolerate and accept my karma and not let my mind whisper how I should suffer more from it. Sure, I did some shitty things in the past, but it's not self-hatred that will make things better." He huffed as he uncovered his forty-litre bottle of water...
"Ah, Stain was here... see Krishna, the bottle is brand new." he tapped the side. " It's full and not as green as the last one."
...
"Yeah, I'm babbling again, aren't I? I just hope he's alright and not... killing actual heroes." Sure, he knew stain could be a bit (very) Fanatical about what made a true hero, but Izuku had the feeling that the vigilante was not so far down this particular rabbit hole.
Besides, he read the Gita...
"Anyway. This boy had a few other ghosts holding a different part of his body... Krishna, Do you think you could chase them away? Or better yet, give them liberation?" He asked the Lord, now in his book form.
But God remained playfully quiet.
"Right, silent treatment..." Izuku thought, returning to his prep. And praying for this poor man's salvation.
He looked like he needed to be saved, and quickly.
The week passed slowly for Tomura; the games he got were a disappointment. Somewhat Ok but a slog to go through, and one felt more like a contents tutorial then an actual gaming experience.
Oh, Tomura would finish them, like out of pity. But otherwise?
Yeah, he would forget them, maybe even dust the disk by... mistakes.
And of course, he could have bought it as digital copies, but those had not been valued for reselling, and they tended to have... problems.
Alright, So Tomura liked getting out of his damn gamer cave and walk to those obscure game markets. It's not like he was averse to fresh air either, but he needed a better reason then wanting to take a fucking walk.
Sensei would never permit Tomura to go out without a purpose, even if this purpose were buying shitty retro games at a discount.
This time, he'd even managed to convince Kurogiri to let him take the train. And Tomura had to admit; trains were fun... as long as they were not too packed.
"Note to self, Rush hours's a zerg-rush... Can't even dust a few for space, they would crush me in their panic.' Tomura thought in a rare show of self-control and intelligence. He hated being so close to people, their touch, their heat... the fact that they were very real and not some data that may or may not leave something behind when destroyed.
The fact that he could feel the life coursing through their veins... and was without Father was enough to still his hands.
Eventually, Tomura mercifully arrived at his stop in Musutafu. Making sure his hoody was properly up and covering his face with a kitty smile mask, the decay user stepped out of the wagon after everyone else, unwilling to risk any accident.
Sensei would never let him leave his room ever again if he did.
Suddenly... a song met his ears.
"Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare.
Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare."
A young boy sang, and while it was clear he was not a professional, his voice was sweet enough and his talent adequate. Not only that, but it was clear he had an exceptionally good sense of rhythm.
"huh... he sound's familiar.' Tomura realized as he let his feet lead him to the mysterious signer. 'Kind of like OoT, ta ta taa, ta ta, taa!' But it was not... it was different—more... exotic.
Eventually, the white-haired protege of All for One found the NPC he was looking for and stared.
It was that green-haired teen since no one seemed to have the same uber-fluffy green hair around these parts.
Not only that, but this kid was the only hobo that looked this happy. And whose little toes were different from the rest of the population.
He was the happiest, quirkless hobo Tomura had the chance of seeing. And considering how quirkless people were treated in Japan, it spoke loudly of this boy's strength.
Tomura never felt any emotions other then agitation and anger for anyone other then Sensei... and maybe Kurogiri. But this boy, this thin, weak, quirkless boy with a thousand-watt smile and his song...
It intrigued the Decay user; he wanted to know more about him, about this... Hare Krishna's song and why he was singing it in public despite its abundantly clear not many cared for it nor him.
Only Tomura did.
The blunette lost track of time as he listens to the mysterious waif, a bard in modern-day Tokyo whose many songs had the same lyrics but different mood and melody.
Tomura even recorded a bit of a more energetic tune, thinking it to be his favourite. Only to realized that the next was was his actual favourite...
And the one after that...
and the one after that...
Eventually, the greenette ended his serenade.
"Jaya Prabhupada, Jaya-Prabhupada, Jaya-Prabhupada!" He sung, his voice hoarse from over use.
"What! Wait, no! You can't! Don't stop!" Tomura blurted out, and the green-haired bard/cleric's eyes snapped open, staring at the blunette with surprise... and a bit of fear.
This fear seemed quite familiar in this freckled boy's face... not that it was meant to belong here, in Tomura's opinion...
Not that he didn't like to see fear in people, just that... you know... It didn't fit in the signing bush's green eyes.
"Ah... erm... W-... ah." The flustered kid's face turned red, then pale, and the leader of LoV began to worry about his new fascination. "S-Sorry, sir I... I don't want to return when i-it get dark... i-its d-dangerous a-and I-."
" Dangerous? And you don't have a qui-" Tomura's voice strangled out the last of those damning words. His eyes shifting to the bard's little toes.
They were... very mobile.
"N-N-No... I'm-." He could hear even more anxiety filling the signing bush's sweet yet overused voice. He was clutching a set of meditation beads as he tried to control his panicked breath.
Sensei had thought Tomura that people should react to him with fear for their lives.
But Tomura... at this moment, began to question if this was what he really wanted. To have everyone fear him.
Then he came to a startling conclusion. He would have people cower under him... just not this bard since how could a bard sing when undergoing a panic attack.
"Hey... I don't care about quirk and shit. I just wanted to hear you sing more." Tomura spoke uncharacteristically gently to the prospective party member. Scratching his neck as the greenette's anxiety began to affect him. 'Shit, I just wanted some awesome video games and more tunes, not not a moral readjustment with a hefty dose of feels.' Tomura whined in the privacy of his mind. Sure, Sensei's punishment for his screw-up was harsh... but seeing the kid's having a panic attack on him? His big, green eyes filled with tears and fear?
Critical hit to the feels.
The boy opened his mouth, but not sound came out; he looked frantic now. And Tomura had a feeling the kid would get a heart attack if nothing were done.
"Alright, that the hell's going on?" A voice intruded on the Bard and the MC. Whipping around with heart-pounding, if it was a hero...
He had to play it cool, like in Metal Gear Solid. David Hayter style...
Seriously though, whipping out his cardboard box would be a bit too sus, though.
The voice belonged to a police officer with a cat head. He was a ginger tabi, his acid green eyes piercing with unspoken accusations.
"Officers." Tomura began. " I just wanted to hear the b..." The cat head officer narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I wanted to hear the kid sing more. I like his ost, alright?" Tomura stated defensively.
"I see... and why is Midoriya acting as though you were to mug him?" The cat-headed officer asked with narrowed eyes.
"Fuck if I know, I just wanted to hear him sing more, then he got all panicky about returning home before dark. Then I mentioned his quirk, and... yeah, he has none." Tomura scuffed his shoes on the ground, scratching his neck despite the sting. "I mean... what's all the fuss about being quirkless? The kid got an awesome voice and awesome song; I don't give a shit about that." He mumbled.
To be honest, Tomura often wondered how different his life would've been without his quirk...
Only to realized that he would not have lived past his sixth birthday.
"I... See. So you genuinely wanted to hear more of Midoriya-San's... song?" The officer asked with an ear flick.
"What, is it illegal?" Tomura goaded. "Here, just to prove how much I like this shit." He reached in his pant pocket, took out his wallet, and dumped a five thousand yen note in Midoriya's lap. "There..."
Midoriya stared at the note, gaping at the sight... and Tomura could just hear the homeless boy calculating how much shit he could buy with it.
He took it with trembling hands, his eyes filled with tears of gratitude. The young singer went to his knee and...
Bowed down.
"T-Thank You... Mister... I-I'm s—sorry I c-can't sing l-longer..." He rubbed his throat. "I... I've B-Been ch-anting f-for fi-i-I've hours."
And out of pity for the kid, Tomura threw an unopened pack of honey lozenges.
The good ones.
After that, for some rather obscure reason. Tomura helped Midoriya to pack his carpet and cushion. Apparently, the reason why officer Sansa was there was... simple and frustrating.
The commuters didn't want to hear Midoriya signing, calling it a disturbance.
Obliviously, those were the same person who believed all video games led to violence.
Tomura would openly disagree with them on both counts. Some (plenty, really) Video games were quite therapeutic, to be honest. Same as Midoriya's singing.
It had lifted something off of Tomura's shoulder. A dark presence that was always looming over his head. A type of cold that would aggressively grab his body in fourteen places...
Then, The officer had left with Midoriya amidst the cheers of the crowd. Those cheers only lasted so long before Tomura told them all to shut up, letting his killing intent do the rest.
After that, the decay user lumbered to this one game store he knew in Musutafu, the same one he went the first time he'd met Midoriya.
His mind returned to the small... home the kid made for himself how he had used plastic boxes, ropes and tarp to make a... decent dwelling. And also the beat-up stove and all the snacks and preserves the kid had.
...
He was living in poverty; his only income came from donations from the public... he had sung five hours in the train station while people must have jeered and ignored his angelic voice. Wishing for him to either leave and never come back or...
No, Tomura didn't care... why should he care for an NPC?
...
He... went to the nearest convenience store and bought a stove and enough fuel to last about a month. And some more preserves like fish and dried beef. Remembering how thin Midoriya was...
A kid should not have sunken cheeks like that. It felt so wrong with his bright smile.
He also got a few other things like medicine and the like... just in case.
As he walked, Tomura remembered that he had also been homeless, hungry, hurt, and scared once upon a time. And that, while everyone had turned a half-blind eye to him, Sensei didn't...
Sensei gave him a home, gave him food and the clothes on his back. And, while his benefactor was not really present in his life anymore, he had made sure Tomura would never be alone and helpless.
No matter how loud he may complain about his crazy Wisp of a mother hen, the decay user would never betray him... hell, Kurogiri may as well be the real reason why he's managed to live past his sixth, eighth. Twelfth and eighteenth birthday.
This Nomu was a god sent, plain and simple. And he would be the very last person on earth he would decay... actually, Tomura would rather then even think about decaying Kurogiri.
And now, there may be another possible party member worthy of this post. Maybe...
Bards were known to me... Well, bards. But maybe Midoriya would get along with the team's pet.
The best team pet, team mom and transportation... like Noishe.
'Nah... Noishe can't warp, and that's just an oversized dog... Kurogiri's way cooler.' Tomura thought as he looked for the place were he had first seen Midoriya. While his training made the decay user stronger then most gamers ( but not all, some like to lift weight for fun.), carrying all those bags was getting real old, real quick.
And the plastic handle kept digging in his fingers, his most fearsome weapons. They felt on the cusp of falling off, and his artist gloves just made it like... a thousand times worst.
Eventually, he had to drop the bags of canned food and began rubbing his hands, and indeed, the stupid handle had cut his fingers, his fragile skin, a side effect of his quirk, unable to handle the load.
Tomura breathed out a curse as he heavily sat down on a bench. He needed to get his stamina back.
He took out his handheld. The ... unofficial (emulator) console that somehow still managed to fit in his. He began to play his favourite game, Picross, as he waited for his gauge to fill up again. 'Shit... I forgot to bring some healing item...' He internally grumbled as he felt some awfully familiar pangs in his stomach.
"Ahh!" He heard a random NPC exclaim, and Tomura had to fight down the urge to dust his handheld (oh, god. That would be terrible) or to scratch his neck in aggravation.
He lifted his head to glare at the offensive encounter, knowing that his intimidation stats were through the roof when... he saw Midoriya and the cat officer.
"I-It's you! from the t-the station!" The young boy stutter, his voice now less of a whisper. And the bristles style.
"Ah... yeah. Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were OK and all that crap... it's a shitty neighbourhood 'n all that." Tomura mumbled, not sure what dialogue option would give him the questline. "I ah... I remember seeing you slinking in one backstreet like a week ago and... ah... here." He awkwardly handed the bags of items to Midoriya. "See it's... you know... food..." he cleared his throat, unaccustomed to talking for so long to NPCs. "Anyway, the game store's about to close... see you later..."
And with that, he absconded.
Officer Sansa looked at the unknown with narrowed eyes. While he didn't have the same nose as his dog-colleague, the smell of blood, dust, fear and death - especially death- hung around the young man like a heavy miasma... what to say of his deceased Family, clinging to him.
One on his face and neck... he was a man that Sansa knew had a heart of stone, a powerless mother held the boy's shoulder, a little sister his wrist... a pair of grandparents his arms and a pair of crook his ankles...
'Poor kid.' Whatever happened to him was still sticking to him. And Sansa was pretty sure those people had been killed by him. 'Better search him up... can't have him run around like that with those ghost attached to him' As the cat-like officer was planing his attack on the possible perp, he heard his favourite 'homeless' kid joyfully gasp.
"Oh, Krishna! I can't believe Shigaraki-San got me a new stove!" Izuku exclaimed as he checked the bag content, and pulling out a small gas stove.
It was a top-of-the-line one too.
Tamakawa was quick to pull the bags away from his favourite homeless kid. "Midoriya, don't be so trusting of this man; God knows what he's put there."
Midoriya-kun stopped, turned to his right side as is listening to someone and turned back to the cat-quirked man. "Let see, a gas stove, enough fuel to last me a month or two, fruits, vegetable, first aid kits." the crazy greenette made a face. "Oh, he... got me meat. You can have it... it's preserved, though." The his face softened. "Wow... ah, I only met him once, and he's already making sure I'm not starving." He muttered with folded palms, probably praying to his foreign God. "May Krishna have mercy on him."
Tamakawa folded one ear in a loud, unspoken question.
Midoriya-kun noticed and blushed. "Oh... ah... You see, I was chanting in my designated place int he station, the one you told me I could. I chanted my one and a half hour when this creepy guy showed up a-and stood there... listening. I-I think his quirk has something to do with... Um... Dust and decay b-but Krishna told th-that his quirk was l-lopsided a-and he-he just kept l-listening, you know... swaying and... I"
"Went over time."
"Yeah... like way over time." Midoriya-kun's face reddened as he scratched the back of it sheepishly. "He gave me so much... I now have enough rice and dhal to last me a few months, and I have a proper container for it! Oh, Krishna. May you shower your mercy on him, whomever he is."
In the back of his mind, Officer Sansa didn't know if he should feel happy. His favourite homeless had found someone who cared enough to provide him with enough food for a month or was rightfully worried that said benefactor had more Ghost clinging to his body then what was permissible.
There was this... dangerous aura about him. Something sinister waiting to scrabble out of one's closet to half-strangle you before slinking back from whens it came...
But... Sansa knew there was not much he could do. He could not preemptively arrest this man, nor could he hire a private investigator, for he had no money, and it would look bad for the police force.
In the end, the ginger took a page out of Izuku's book and left it to God... while researching about how he could legally take Izuku's in.
His mother had not marked him as missing yet, worryingly enough, but he was not emancipated either.
There was also the very real possibility, ( a reality, reality) that the teen's generosity would be a one time deal only.
Tamakawa looked at Midoriya, small, thin, a minority and, worst of all, self-less.
Well, not quite. If a hungry person asked him for food, Midoriya would tell them to wait, then he would get what he had offered to the lord and give it to the person. But otherwise, whatever fund he got, food and items would be kept... but not for himself.
"Everything belong to God already, I'm just keeping what's rightfully belong to him. And he will provide whatever I need and keep whatever is useful to me, nothing more, nothing less." He had once said with the same overly bright smile.
It was not a fake one, Tamakawa knew a fake Izu-smile. And it was usually when Izuku would talk about his school and so-called friends.
Really, Aldera had to burn. He had absolutely no idea why the commission protected the place, it was a nest of pure evil.
It was a miracle Midoriya Izuku's heart and mind were still pure and free from evil. Really the cat mutant would not blame the kid for turning to villainy... or worst.
Speaking of his favourite normal green-been of happiness. ( professionalism be damned, that kid made sunshine and rainbows looked dull...) He was happily grabbing all the bags the white-haired man had given him, all the while chatting to Krishna.
God, Apparently.
Once again, there was nothing much Sansa could do about this current situation... same praying to God. And passing a call to his informant (who seemed to be losing whatever shred of heroism was left in his heart... not that Sansa could blame him.) to ask him to reinforce Midoriya's safe zone.
"Thank you for the ride back, mister Sansa. I promise, next time, I won't chant more then an hour, even if a fortunate soul gets called and beg for me to keep going. Sayonara, Hare Krishna!" Izuku waved his hand as he once again disappeared in the world's safest back alley.
Sansa waved back... feeling tears well up in his eyes.
Midoriya didn't deserve this. He deserved better.
For his part, Izuku could not help but unleashed his enthusiasm on God, his best friend.
"... So I thought, Great, the guy with the ghost will obliviously kill us since, you know, that was why he was following me last week and all that but nope, Mister Shigaraki just wanted to listen to you more." The greenette gave a happy wiggle. " I was about to pack up and leave, but then he just stayed there and listened, like... he even got his phone out to record me, he looked, Oh Sri-Ishaputra, he looked so alive."
A deep chuckle shaming the sound of rumbling cloud met Izuku's ears. And the most fortunate of unfortunate whirled around to witness a sight saint's and great Yogi's wished and prayed to see.
Standing in Izuku's nook, making the dingy back street the Lords light the glum walls with their golden effulgent. Nitai shamed the moon, His reddish skin shone like red gold, his blue Dhoti defeated sapphire with its intense hues, his Lotus feet, the abode of all good fortune blessed the earth. His long arms reached his knees, his golden locks of hair, bound in a top knot tied Izuku's heart and mind tighter to his divine form, His long eyes almost reached his all-hearing ears and his smile... oh, his mischievous smile chased away whatever dark thoughts Izuku may have had.
His bare chest was broad and inviting; his waist was thing yet his belly soft and hug-gable. His hips were broad, as where his thighs and hips, those where strong enough to make the world turn and atlas rage quit.
He was swaying on his reddish feet, drunk on the bliss of serving his eternal Lord and Master, Sri-Krishna-Chaitanya Mahaprabhu.
'Mahaprabhu...' Izuku tough with deep awe and reverence as he beheld the Dancing Lord, He who conquers the heart with his beauty, the one Who's carnation shamed gold.
He who had appeared under a neem tree, he who was the grand master, whose consciousness was eternally merged in Krishna in love.
He was golden outside, blackish inside; Krishna and his Potency, Sri-Radha, back at being a single entity. The One God.
The Lord's eternal form of a golden youth, eternally sixteen and resembled Nitai, being His Source. Were Nitai wore blue, Gaura wore Gold, and gold was his skin...
No...
His skin shamed the hue of molten gold smelted a thousand times. And his personal aroma was the source of all fragrance that the earth bore, the softness of his feet the source of all comfort and...
"Ijuku?" Gauranga asked... and suddenly, it's not two aspect of God that shines in the gungy alley... But Izuku's two best friends.
The greenette did not wait... he did not pay Dandavat, he did no recites countless prayers of glorification in Sanskrit with perfect pronunciation... he did not even offer him a seat.
Instead, Izuku launched himself at Gauranga's chest, knowing that his super-tall friend would not let him fall.
"NEEMAI!" He exclaimed with great joy, tears of love flooding his eyes. "Oh God, I missed you so muchwherewereyouIwassoworried and-" The supreme friend of all chuckled again as Nitai took the smaller and younger boy in his arms. Crushing him against his garland-covered chest.
Thankfully, Nitai's broad and inviting chest was softer then the garland, and Izuku happily buried his face there.
He felt even safer here then when the stain was around.
The most merciful of the two whirled Izuku around, His deep laughter reverberating throughout the universe, chasing away the influence of hatred, Ignorance and hypocrisy that plagued the last age. " Iju-kush! How are you, Friend?" Nitai stopped his pirouettes. " The blond demon did not destroy your stuff again, did you?"
Izuku gave Nitai a last squeeze before trying (and failing) to fall from his grasp. The Servant form of Godhead unwilling to let his surrendered soul go.
"Hey! Sukha! Don't run from me!" Nitai laughed as he hugged his friend harder. " I've been running after you for all eternity. And now, I've finally caught you; I will never let you go!"
"Hah! Right, and then the moment you get bored of this quirkless freak, you'll just dump him, like everyone else." Izuku grumbled, trying to hide the quirk of his lips.
"Hey, don't say that, little soul. I never grow bored of those I love." The the Lord began to humm pensively. "But... if you prove yourself too good, I will have to give you to Mahaprabhu."
"And why should you give me this soul, Nitai? He clearly has better thing to do then Serving Krishna's Lotus feet, and I have enough willing servant as it is." Mahaprabhu (Gauranga) teased as he inspected the bags Izuku had lugged in. Removing all that contained meat, vinagre, mushrooms and green tea. "Besides, He clearly wants out of your embrace, Nitai, why should I prevent him?"
This caused Izuku to yelp as he grabbed on Nitiananda's Neck for dear life. " No, No, I don't! I'm not leaving Nitai's arms ever!" The greenette declared as the giant of a man (God, but who cared at this point?) with a childlike heart embraced his surrendered soul with a deep laughter vibrating in his chest.
"Good! Never leave my Nitai, you hear?"
Izuku nodded enthusiastically, making Mahaprabhu bust into sweet laughter.
"Good! Kṛṣṇer matir astu!" The Golden Avatar blessed the boy as he gathered the ingredients Izuku and Tomura had offered and began washing them, desiring to cook for his eternal friend.
"Hey, whoa, what the hell are you doing, Neemai?" Izuku sputter from his perch of Nitiananda's arm and shoulder. " And Nitai! Why are you sitting on the floor? It's filthy!"
"No, it's not; I'm sitting on my wife." He leered at Izuku. " My wife is soft and sweet, and I haven walked' nor sat on her for a long time... same as Gauranga."
"Leave me out of this, please." The Lord declared as he filled the pan with water (Ganges water, now that it had touched his sacred body... not that anybody noticed.), added the premium basmati rice (thank you Shigaraki.), and whatever else that was needed to make Kitchari.
"No! Neemai, I'm the one who's supposed to serve you, not the opposite!" Izuku grumbled as he crossed his arms as the Lord Chuckled beautifully. "Yes, you keep telling yourself that, dear."
"Where's Laksmi-Pryia?" Nitai asked... and a beautiful conversation ensued.
This was usual for Izuku, ever since he had found the Teachings of Lord Chaitania on this roof, ten months' ago. And, as per usual, he would forget all about his amazing encounter with the Lord of the universe and his first expansion. Returning to be a simple, happy-go-lucky devotee making a pretty good living in a dirty back street of Musutafu.
Izuku would remember his pastimes with Gauranga and Nitiananda when both would desire it so... and it was perfect.
But... this perfect routine was not what Mahaprabhu wanted, and thus, out of his sweet will. Fate changed once more... and this time, Tenko and his cohorts would be the fortunate recipient of his freely given mercy.
Just as his Izuku had desired.