The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Draconian

(A/n): I'd just like to say that I'm sorry in advanced and that I'm crying too.

After the Godzilla wannabe attack
Red eyed boy's POV

He shot up in his bed with a jolt as a sharp pain shot through his body.

He stumbled to his bathroom and leaned against the wall. He braced himself on the sink as he coughed up blood before looking up in the mirror.

Something was wrong.

He pulled up his shirt to examine the several broken ribs that he had and hissed in pain after poking one.

He sat down and leaned his head against the wall. He would have to get "his" help tomorrow. He shuddered at the thought, sending him a fresh wave of pain. Despite the fact that he had helped the red eyed boy multiple times, he couldn't help but feel uneasy around him.

Suddenly, the pain was fading and was replaced by a feeling of weakness.

Wtf?!

Soon his ribs were completely healed.

Oh god.

'Why?'

He thought as tears leaked down the young red eyed boy's cheeks.

It just had to be a healing quirk.

How the heck did Izuku even find someone that was willing to heal him?

It wasn't fair! He deserved to be in this world just like everybody else! He wouldn't be able to get his revenge. He wouldn't be able to go to family game nights. No more laser tag or arcades with his brother. No more vandalism.

'Let's not get ahead of ourselves though.'
He thought.

It's not like he only has a couple minutes left. He still had time to be with his family and enjoy life while he can.

However, this definitely put a wrench in his plans. He wiped his eyes and sniffed. Crying wouldn't solve anything.

Looks like preparations would have to take place earlier.

Time to go visit an old friend. 

☁︎☀︎☁︎

He sat with his legs dangling off of the edge of building. Someone landed behind him.

"Hey. I received your message."

"Thanks for coming on such short notice." he replied.

The man immediately sat down next to the boy.

"Something is wrong. You're not your usual self. Who do I need to kill?"

"I appreciate it Stain, but the one who I wish to suffer is the one that you look up to."

The man stiffened.

"You know I can't allow you to do that. I don't wish to fight you." He gripped the handle of his sword tighter.

"Don't worry. I'm not planning to go after him."

That's a relief Hari*." He sighed out, relaxing his grip on the blade.

"Seriously? You're still calling me that? Way to ruin my street cred." The red eyed boy said, rolling his eyes.

"Anyways, we've had this conversation before. What's actually the matter?"

"It's time you know the truth about me. Where I come from, and who I am."

"But I already know your name?" The man said it more like a question.

"No, I'm talking about who I was before I became" he gestured toward himself. "me."

And so he told him everything. He watched as the color drained from the hero killer's face.

"Hari*, they need to know."

"They can't. Do you know how many innocent people would die if they knew?" He argued back.

"Fine." Stain huffed before pulling the boy into a hug as he fought back tears.

"C-chizome?"

"I'm gonna miss you Hari*."

The boy couldn't help but start crying which then led to full on sobs.

"It- hic* It's not fair!"

"I know Hari*."

"I-I don't hic* wanna g- hic* go!" The boy bawled out.

All that his mentor could do was hold the boy close as he cried.

Hari is Japanese for needle.