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

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The news weren't just a shock for Akaguro and Izuku, no, they threw them completely off track.

All Might was going to teach at UA!

They spend hours just discussing this event without reaching a real conclusion.

It was just… unexpected? Sudden? Alarming?

Why should a great hero like All Might try his hand on problem children in puberty?

It didn't really fit their knowledge of All Might but they were able to spiff it up for themselves.

If the greatest hero in the world was about to teach the new generation the students had the chance to copy their teacher and thusly to become true heroes.

So they told themselves - until now.

Izuku stayed up the whole night trying to hack UAs Server and the list of the accepted students had been too much for him.

In the moment he saw the familiar faces on the pictures his world collapsed and broke into shards.

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Stain awoke to some kind of noise.

Still disorientated and drowsy he sat up and listened closely to identify the sound.

It was a choking and sobbing, mixed to an ugly expression of human weakness.

He jumped out of his bed and  rushed into the next room where he found his student shaking on hand and knees in front of his desk while heaving again and again.

The boy's body shook in uncontrollable spasms as his tears hit the ground where they formed a little puddle.

The herokillers eyes settled on the computer screen which was displaying pictures from several kids about Izukus age.

None of the faces nor their names rung a bell.

The greenette gagged again and stroked the hair that sticked to his sweat soaked forehead back with trembling fingers.

He was paler and looked sicker than normally.

Akaguro picked his protegee up from the ground and carried him to the bathroom.
It awoke rather unpleasant memories but that didn't matter.

"You think you'll make it without me for a short time? I'm just going to clean up and then I'll be back, okay?"

The one-eyed teen nodded with an exhausted smile and doubled over the toilet he was kneeling in front again just in time to empty his nonexistent stomach contents into it.

That the herokiller was someday going to clean up someelses puke for them was never a thought that crossed the noirettes mind before.
But it was likely that nobody thought about him that way.

Still he was doing it right now: Concentrated, fast and thoroughly.

Izuku needed him right now, that, the man knew.
It wasn't unusual but the teen had been better these past months since they've met.

The murderer remembered the rough start:
The days and nights where he clutched to the paralysed body close to odder the boy some warmth, protection and comfort.

After that Izuku had been so small, weak and vulnerable.
He couldn't help but to let this broken genius who threw away his dreams to chase something that would make them look like they came true into his heart.

And when he finally had nursed the boy back to health he had been reinvigorated and was filled with ambition but he lacked selfesteem and was about as dangerous as a fawn in the headlights of a car.