Night Lock

Just the luck

Izuku clearly remembers when he first heard his name being ripped by Midnight.

He was 13 and he was shaking down to his toenails. And the puke
that was in his throat was choking him with how bitter it tasted.
Choking him enough to actually ignore the tears on the edges of his own eyes.

Shota Aizawa took him in when he
was 9. Tried to be a father at his own young age of 17.

And he did a good job too. So when Izuku heard him volunteer on his place, he screamed. He begged and cried for the Keepers to just let him go ,but it was all useless.
So for the next 3 months he couldn't do anything but stare at the  small screen and watch the man who saved him from the streets turn into a murderer  just to survive.

And Izuku understood. He really did. But watching more and more blood spill on Shota's hands made him shake with pure pity. The Arena he fought on was brutal on its own. It was a winter one. Cold and wet. Izuku saw him almost die of hypothermia. Izuku saw him get jumped by 4 teamers from district 1 and 2. And Izuku saw him kill them. But he couldn't blame him. Not when it was not his fault he was put there.

Aizawa killed 13 of 23 other players there. And Izuku saw him win. But when he came back, he was different. He lacked his own soul. And Izuku cried by his side through every nightmare. Through every panick attack and a breakdown.

That was 7 years ago. Izuku had 8 more months to go before his name was officially of the list. That was the last ripping his name was in.

.....
Breath. Breath. Breath.

The boy took silent steps into the shadows of the trees,  listening to the soft crunch of the December leafs under the heaviness of his booted feet. The bow tightly put by his side, ready to aim at the first sigh of movement around him. The air leaving his lungs was hot against the coldness around him.

He pulled his scarf higher on his cheeks,  his ear catching the sound of an animal somewhere in the heights of the forest. Izuk took another step towards the sound,  and slowly kneeled, his eyes falling on a small deer.

"Okay..." He whispered to no one In particular, aiming at the animal.

"Breath in ... " He told himself pulling the string of the bow to the bottom of his nose, his left eye closing by habbit.

" BOO ! " Izuku jumped at the sound, his eyes catching the way the deer ran, and he was fast enough to shoot at the flying away pigeon, hearing the thud signalling that he had hit it.

Izuku signed in frustration turning around to meet the laughing face of a familiar black haired, Izuku cursed under his breath pulling the string of the how once more and letting the arrow lay with unwritten threat just between the other boy's eyebrows.

" Do you want to be my dinner now that you made this one run?" The black haired plutois hands back up, his laugh slowly dying out the smile Still stayed on his lips.

" Today is my birthday, be kind."

"I will kindy put this arrow in your skull, Yo. " Izuku did lower his bow though, throwing his body on the wet ground, his eyes stuck for the moving clouds.

"We have to get you dressed, go home Izu." Yo extended his arm,  waiting for the green haired male to catch it. He didn't.

"You're lucky."