Izuku Midoriya waited for his hospital room to empty before getting up. He was pretending to sleep for a while. He was lucky nobody checked on him, it would be obvious to any professional that he was awake.
He needed people to think he was asleep so they wouldn't suspect him if someone came up dead. He just had to go out and kill her.
He had multiple things strapped to him. Tubes shoved up his nose. It was starting to get annoying because it's happened so much. They were all attached to multiple machines by the bed. He went down and unplugged them before removing everything.
He pulled out the breathing tube first. He gagged and nearly threw up. Then he removed the feeding tube from his nose. It was long, he could feel it go up his throat and out his nose. He let fall to the floor, it leaked a tan paste for a while before stopping. He removed the wires last. They were suctioned on and took a hard tug to remove.
The last week was painful. He would wake up, but couldn't move. He would also feel his stab wounds the entire time. He suspected that a nurse screwed up the anesthetics by accident. It could be on purpose but he couldn't focus on that.
The pain had finally faded and he could move again. So he got out of his bed, shaking the numbness out of his legs. It took a few seconds to get used to standing again.
He waited to see if there were any alarms. If something fell out or a machine turned off, it would be a major health risk. The room stayed silent. This was convenient for him, but he had to make sure to not get admitted to the same hospital again. He did not want to be on the receiving end of what he was about to do.
He walked to the door and peeked out. His mother was sitting on a seat across the hall. She was crying. There was nobody else in the hall. He took note of this as he snuck across to the next room. He walked inside. The girl was in the bed. He locked the door behind him and walked to her.
It was a lucky break they were right next to each other. He couldn't remember her name for the life of him and was fully prepared to look in every room on the floor.
There were the same machines he was hooked to. The heart rate monitor gave a steady beeping. The girl's chest rose and fell at a normal rate.
Izuku pulled out her breathing tube. Her chest convulsed, and she made a guttural sound. She didn't move a muscle. The beeping on the monitor didn't change.
"Midoriya," said the girl. She was awake, but she didn't move at all. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, hello." Izuku got a chair. "How have you been?"
"In the hospital. I almost died."
"Oh yeah. That makes sense." He racked his mind for what to say. "You didn't, though. That's a plus." That was a lie, he needed her dead.
She paused. "What are you doing here? Were you attacked?"
"Why do you think that?"
"You're in a hospital gown."
She was right. Izuku ignored it. "I'll be honest with you. I'm the Quirkless Killer." He felt a massive weight leave his shoulders. Like he spent his entire life unable to breathe and was just able to take in a breath.
"Wait, what?" The girl's heartbeat quickened, as did the beeps from the monitor. "But I don't understand. Why?"
"Good question." Izuku had a good reason. He just had to remember it. "Uhhhhh." He couldn't.
"You don't have a reason? It was just senseless violence?" She seemed genuinely hurt. Izuku saw that and felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Senseless violence?" He got up and took her pillow from under her head. Her head fell but she didn't move. "I'll show you senseless violence." He pushed the pillow on her face.
Izuku thought about his motives for doing this. Was it because he was angry? But why? It wasn't like he was an irrational psycho. He was completely sane.
But how could a sane person kill people and not feel any remorse? That was the difference between him and others. He only killed the quirkless, which aren't people.
He pressed down for a couple of minutes. The heart monitor went crazy, beeping a hundred times a second. The girl still didn't move.
A knock came from the door. "Open up, this is the police!"
He had to make it go faster. He pushed on the pillow harder.
A large bang rang from the door. It didn't open, but he had to hurry.
The monitor flatlined. The girl was as good as dead. Izuku ducked under the bed right as the hospital door slammed open.
He fell a few feet onto a bed. He bounced off of it and hit his head on the heart monitor. He clutched it as pain exploded in his cranium.
Only his mother entered the room and comforted him. Why were there no nurses?
"Izuku, I was so worried!" She was crying a lot. She bumbled about how scared she was that he almost died. He wasn't listening.
Sometime later, Detective Tsukauchi entered the room. Izuku assumed it was about the Quirkless Killer since he was the lead investigator. "Hello, Midoriya. How are you feeling," he said as he walked in front of the bed. The confidence he showed was clearly an act, seeing a corpse would do that to a man.
"I'm fine." Izuku had to be cautious, revealing anything would be deadly. But he couldn't make it obvious he was hiding anything. "Do you need to know anything?"
The detective started scratching his neck. Izuku's plan must've worked, he put the guy in a corner and made him nervous. He started planning how to deal with Akatani almost immediately.
Then the detective shifted. He looked at his nails for a long time. It was almost indescribable, like a light was turned on in his head where there was only darkness before. The slight change in his mannerisms, straightening his back, his pupils dilating slightly, and the nearly imperceptible twitch in his lips. Izuku noticed and knew this could only lead to trouble.
Multiple hours had passed since Detective Tsukauchi entered Izuku's room. There was a large police presence for a while, but it calmed down quickly. They simply took the girl's body away and didn't bother anyone else.
He was sitting in a chair in the corner, waiting for, something. Izuku couldn't figure out what.
Izuku's mother had just left, she needed to return to her job. They only allowed her to stay by him while he was asleep. Now she had to go back or she'd be let go from the one job she had left.
She was fired from the other after he got stabbed while she was at work. She left to see him immediately. Izuku would be pretty angry if he could think of anything but the detective giving him the stink eye.
"Detective, if you have something to say, say it right now," said Izuku.
Tsukauchi stood up. He took out a notepad and pencil. "Mr. Midoriya, I understand you had a run-in with the Quirkless Killer." He said this while looking at the floor and slowly walking to the wall. When he reached it, he turned around and kept walking.
What was this guy doing? Was he looking for something? Izuku couldn't see a thing on the floor. "I don't know if it was the Quirkless Killer. I live in a pretty dangerous neighborhood. It could've just been a random act of violence." He can't let himself be involved with that investigation. It would get complicated fast.
"Those don't happen very often. You were also left with your wallet and phone. If it wasn't a robbery, then they must've had a reason to attack you. The only reason could be because you're quirkless." He continued scanning the floor. He turned around after reaching the same wall for the second time.
Izuku could tell he was hiding something. For one, he was alive. He was the supposed first victim of the Quirkless Killer to survive. Anyone could see that as suspicious. Another reason, the detective was looking for something that wasn't there like a madman. And finally, looking at his hand made him realize something so great that he sat in a room for multiple hours.
Izuku had no choice. "It could've been the Quirkless Killer." The detective stopped for a single moment before continuing like nothing happened. What was that about?
"Did you see what the assailant looked like?"
No reason to lie. "Not really. I only saw blonde hair."
"The person who assaulted you was blonde?" Izuku nodded. "Did you hear their voice? What did they sound like?"
"Like a girl." He was lucky the questions didn't force him to lie.
"What did she say?" Damnit, telling the truth would link him to that girl.
"'Good luck.'"
"Was that all?"
"Yes." He lied without difficulty.
The detective stopped in the middle of the room. He picked something off of the floor and put it in a small bag. He pocketed it and took a seat near Izuku's bed. He looked at the tubes and wires lying on the floor. "Did you remove these things by yourself? That could be dangerous."
Izuku had to tell the truth. He couldn't say a nurse or doctor did it because they would've been taken from the room. He also couldn't say they fell off when he 'rolled' off the bed. The feeding tube alone would disprove that, "I did. They would've got in the way of hugging my mother."
"That's a lot of foresight. Because you'd have to remove everything attached to you before she noticed you awake. A woman like her wouldn't wait a second to embrace her son. Especially if they were in a week-long coma. I also didn't see her let you go for a single second while I watched."
The detective got him there. "Okay, you got me. The tube was annoying and I didn't want it in anymore."
"Let me get this straight. You woke up and removed all the hospital equipment on your own." He glanced at the heart rate monitor. "You also turned the machines off. You then fell off the bed and hit your head. Is that correct?"
"That makes sense." Izuku berated himself. Why was this guy being so nosy?
"I've been trying to wrap my head around that. Why would someone willingly detach their life-saving machines? You also just so happened to wake up when nobody else was in the room. One coincidence after another. It makes a man think." Tsukauchi stood up. "I got everything I need. I wish you luck on your recovery." He left the room.
Izuku knew he was screwed. The detective figured it out. It was only a matter of time before he was arrested. He needed a little more time.