Beautifully Broken - Open End (English) [Villain!Deku]

Just do your Best

"Fuck!"

Groaning he held a hand against his forehead and tried to ignore the pain that seemed to split up his skull.

It wasn't working.

He felt just like after his first drunken night but way worse.

It was almost comforting to know that his body couldn't handle everything.

He sat up and looked around despite of feeling dizzy and examined his surroundings.

He did not know this room but he really didn't care where he was exactly.

Floor and walls made of concrete didn't leave any way for the sun to enlighten the room instead some flickering fluorescent lights did her job, giving the room a sickening look that mashed just too well with the scruffy smell and dusty air.

Tattered pleather furniture that had its best time left long behind were scattered through the hall, there were some punchingbags and other gym equipment that wasn't going to kill someone because of its age, like weights and barbells.

The furniture that wasn't right in his line of sight looked better.

There were: A table made out of plywood, some of this stackable chairs, an old TV, one of the oldest Playstation models that existed (but it was in an excellent condition.), a coffeemaker which was likely to be the most expensive thing in the room and a small, outdated microwave that had a high chance to explode with the next use.

"Well? How ya feelin' after yar first flight, Deku?"

Groaning he threw a arm over his skull which seemed to be three times bigger than it should be.

"Like shit.", he rasped and tried to clear his throat but that scratched his vocal cords even more.

He had no idea who he was talking with but the voice sounded some kind of familiar.

"You've got some booze here? I'd like a bit.", he still sounded like a fucking crow but it wasn't as hoarse as it was some seconds ago so he was just going to count it was a win.

The stranger chuckled, the quiet sound still hurt his head.

"Finally down and already starting again?"

He shrugged weakly without removing his arm from his face to save his eyes from the fluorescent lights.

"Of course. Best cure and makes you forget the most.
I'm gonna bite the dust someday if I keep up, just you wait."

Izuku heard the sound of rustling clothes getting nearer.

"Why so complicated, squirt? You'd bite the bullet any time?"

The stranger sounded truly curious and perplexed.

He wasn't judging that Izuku had a death-wish which was a new experience for the boy because until now everyone strived to keep him alive.

"It'd go wrong. Just like everything else I tried.",
for a moment everything was quiet,
"You've got some more of this stuff?"

The man grinned.

"Sorry to disappoint you, squirt but you'll have to pay for every next shot."

"How? I've got nothin' to pay with and I don't know any other ring to fight.", even if he was listing facts, he was whining and, yeah, he was trying to get drugs through pity.

Yet, his trading partner was unimpressed.

"Figure something out."

With a sight he took his arm off his face and looked around.