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Revenge
(Cursing, Mentions of R+pe, Mild Gore)
One's days are numbered, what shall they do with what they have received?

His eyes welled with opaque liquid, staining his cheeks, staining the bone beneath his flesh, staining his soul. And the other watched in horror as there was nothing that could be done.  Nothing but watch as the mid-morning sun— so beautiful and ethereal— destroyed him.

♥️That Morning♥️

Darkness, that's all that she saw. Anywhere she looked, it was dark. She's already attempted screaming for help, but that came fruitless, along with struggling against her bindings and trying to move.

What she could gather was that she was sat on the floor, somewhere cold, and slightly wet. The ground was very hard, concrete, and so were the walls—well, the wall she was sat against— and she assumed the ceiling.

Another thing she could gather; she was scared out of her mind.

That would explain why, after what seemed to be countless hours, she nearly sobbed out of joy to hear a door open with hurried steps. "Are... Are you here to save me?! Please get me out of here!" A low growl escaped her supposed rescuers causing her to flinch away from where it came from.

"Not at all, Ochaco. I've heard you've been a bad girl; stealing, trespassing? How could you?!" With each word he seemed to get angrier, as well as closer. She flinched when she felt a cold finger boop her on the nose. "Wh-who the fuck are you?!" She yelled pulling her head back as much as possible.

The man in front of her grinned evilly as he removed her blindfold. "Aww, I thought you would know by now!" She gasped when she noticed the face in front of her in the dim light. "You're good old friend, boo..." He pouted in a playful manner as her eyes held unshed tears.

"Iz- Izuku-kun? How- why did you..." She trailed off. He was crouched in front of her, his jet-black hair falling in front of his eyes casting shadows in the most horrifying ways.

"Oh, that's an easy one! You played with me Ochaco. I love you! I love you so much and you were just to dumb to notice! And when I did tell you, you fucking made fun of me with your little posse." He stood and faced the opposite direction, his tone shifting. "I've looked up to you, ya know? So, when I heard that you've been stealing from gas stations and trespassing on the church grounds, it really broke my heart-" He turned around quickly, scaring Ochaco "and I still stayed with you!"

He pulled something shiny out of his jeans pocket. "Now, it's time for you to pay for your sins."

Her screams were heavenly

Izuku looked up from his hands, which were shaking violently, to Ochaco. She lay there, unmoving, in a pool of her own blood. The lifelessness in the young girls eyes didn't scare Izuku, however. Instead, he grinned, which led to a cackling laughter, and finally a hoarse cough.

"Damn, I should evilly cackle a lot less..." He shook his hands one last time before ascending the staircase behind him. His arms had stopped tingling from his high, instead his hands resting in his blood-stained jeans pockets.

"So, that's another bitch taken out, who do we have left?" Izuku looked over through the doorway, spotting his partner Jiro.

She had been backstabbed by a few chicks and Izuku had been picked on. They decided to pair up and kill, well, while they had time to anyway. Each person's days were numbered; literally. On the wrist—or area like a wrist— of every single living being there was a number. That number was how many days someone had to live. Izuku and Jiro had compared their numbers and realized that they were to die in the same week! Fun!

Izuku's last day currently had been a blast, killing people, eating cake for breakfast, and now he was about to have one final kill before he was taken by death.

Jiro laughed lightly when she saw who was left. "You're 8th grade math teacher. Damn, bad enough to kill? What did they do, fail ya?" Izuku shook his head as he stood at the sink, the blood of Ochaco running off of his arms. "She tried to rape me, and when I went to the school counselor, she bribed the counselor not to tell." Jiro almost dropped her pen.

"Holy shit Midoriya, I'm so sorry!" She ran behind him and hugged him, he basked in the brief warmth before she let go. "Might as well tell someone before I die." She nodded before she opened her computer, looking up the woman's address.

"She lives around an hour away, you want to go alone-" she was cut off. "Please come with me..." She nodded as she inserted the address into her phone's GPS.

♥️An Hour Later♥️

The two of them pulled up around a block away from her house and closed the doors of the car. Each of them had brought a knife and a mask, wanting to stay somewhat hidden, and ran down the street. Thankfully it was a quiet day in the teachers neighborhood, and Izuku and Jiro were in the lady's back yard without a single witness.

"So we're just gonna get in through the sliding door and stab her?" Kyoka looked over to her partner who shook his head. "I want her to pay."

Oh the screams

The two teenagers were running through the woods when Izuku suddenly stopped. Jiro looked back, slightly out of breath, and gasped. "Midoriya!" She collapsed in front of him.

On the forest floor, Izuku lay. His veins burned like the sun, so much so he couldn't even move his limbs. All he did was look over to her and say one phrase followed by a smile. "Never thought it would hurt this much..."

His eyes welled with opaque liquid, staining his cheeks, staining the bone beneath his flesh, staining his soul. And Kyoka Jiro watched in horror as there was nothing that could be done.  Nothing but watch as the mid-morning sun— so beautiful and ethereal— destroyed him.

Even though Jiro had only known Izuku for a little longer than a month, she cried.

♥️

Words: 1046

~Broccoli