Villain Deku: Collapse (Short Story)

Villain Deku: Collapse

Izuku woke up in cold sweat. His eyes ran across the thick dark oak planks of the ceiling and the smooth Chinese-red walls of the room he was in. His body was heavy. His head ached immensely.

"It... Hurts... So much." He thought, clenching his teeth, "Make it stop..."

He wasn't scared like he usually would, he was angry. No, he was in a rage.

"Make it stop. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop. Make it stop!"

His hands were pressing on his forehead as if he was trying to crack his own skull.

His eyes widened as he saw the ceiling begin to crack. It was just a single small indent, but he blinked and the entire room was covered in crevices deep enough for a palm to fully disappear inside. A bright purple light was shining from in between the breaks. The room wasn't collapsing. On the contrary, it looked like it was being broken apart into oblivion of light.

"Stop!" He barked, jolting his body into a sitting position.

He blinked again and the room was normal. Not a single sign of any damage done to it.

"What the..." His eye twitched a little, "What was that...?"

That was when he noticed that his head didn't hurt either. Everything was fine besides simple traces of dizziness that quickly faded away as well. He could finally get a chance to look around. He was in an apartment that looked more like a hotel room than anything else. There was a large wardrobe in the corner and a rather big desk beside it. There were various books, papers, and notes scattered all over it. He himself was sitting naked on a rather soft king-sized white bed with only a blanket covering his legs.

"Where am I? What is this place?" He viciously scratched his head before flicking his emerald-green hair out of his line of sight, "That's right... it's my new room..."

He got up, going to the bathroom. He leaned on a marble sink, looking at his reflection in a mirror. His face looked very tired. Big black bags under his eyes accented bright green irises that matched his rather long spiky hair that no longer could fully support itself under its weight. His chiseled body was covered in old scars. The entire left side of his body, from the neck and shoulder to chest and stomach was covered in one massive burn. His expression was filled with hatred and annoyance.

A spike of pain shot through his head again, like someone was hammering in nails from all directions. He fell on the floor. Images of him, but happy and naive flashed in his mind. How he was playing along with...

"Kacchan..." He spat, sliding his fingers across the burns.

Another image shot through his mind: him watching heroes and sketching notes on them.

"Why am I remembering all of this?"

An image of his mother, holding him close, appeared.

"What is this?"

Then, an image of Inko packing his lunch, of her playing Rescue, of her reading out Izuku's 'future hero name ideas...'

"Is that... mom?"

An image of her cleaning his scratches when he fell, of her taking him to the doctor, of her crying along his side after he was diagnosed quirkless, of her getting Izuku ready for school, of her warm and loving smile.

"Impossible! How can I remember all of this?! Mom died! I killed her. Agh! My head! It hurts so much... What the hell is happening to me?!"

He grabbed onto the edge of the sink, as the bathroom began to break apart, with the same bright purple light shining from the cracks. He raised himself up even though it felt like he was picking up a car. Pieces of marble burst all around his hands.