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Diverging Paths: One (Villain Deku)

Izuku had held out hope. He had held out on hope for so much of his life. Hope that he could be a hero, that he could help heroes, that he could do something- anything. But as time passes and hope dwindles and fades, it becomes harder and harder to hold onto anything... So why even try?

Katsuki had said so many things- done so many things. But after seeing him that day, after realizing what was really going on, he couldn’t help but wonder... When is it too late to make things right?

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One: All Men Are Not Created Equal

“Midoriya-kun!”

Izuku looked up from where he had been shuffling down the hallway to see a few members of class 1-A waving to him. He gave an awkward wave as he tried to move past them, but they were persistent.

“Friend Midoriya-kun!” Iida-san called loudly, inserting himself into Izuku’s space. With him (as always) was Uraraka-san and Asui-san.

“H-hi,” he stammered out in response.

“How’s the management department going? I have always been interested in the other classes.”

“It’s good. Class J is the same as always. How’s A been?”

“Good! But soon we must embark on the journey of studying more”

“Don't remind me,” Uraraka-san groaned in response.

Asui-san opened her mouth to respond but a familiar blast in his face caused Deku to take a step back. He gave a hard swallow as he forced a smile and a wave, “H-hi Kacchan.”

“Fuck off Deku!” Kacchan yelled in response as he gave a sneer. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Oh you know each other?” Uraraka-san asked intrigued while behind her Iida was attempting to apologize profusely for his classmate’s lack of manners.

“Kacchan and I grew up together,” Izuku answered as he glanced at the other boy.

“Wait, he has friends?” Another student asking from behind Bakugo. They hadn’t been introduced, but after watching the sports festival Izuku knew who it was from the research he had done during the Sports Festival. Kirishima Eijiro, Quirk: Harderning, he had made it to the second round in the sports festival before losing to Bakugo. Izuku opened his mouth a question about the other first year’s quirk on the tip of his tongue but Bakugo’s palm had appeared in his face, freezing any words before they could come.

“I would never be friends with a Deku!”

“You make it sound like you have options for friends,” Kaminari Denki tossed in as he approached tossing an arm around Kirishima-kun’s shoulders in a friendly way. The smile melted off his face quickly as Bakugo rounded on him, but Izuku didn’t mind. As the classmates chattered, it allowed him to fade to the background where he belonged.

It allowed him to slip away.

“You damn nerd!”

Izuku was barely able to throw his arms up before the blast hit his arms and he found himself falling to the ground.

“Where do you get off talking to my class, huh?” Bakugo shouted. “I’m gonna be the number one hero! I can't have people thinking I’m friends with a quirkless dumbass!”

“Sorry,” Izuku mumbled in reply. “I won't do it again.”

“You’re a quirkless shithead!” He continued reaching for Izuku’s backpack and throwing it to the side, its contents spilling across the sidewalk. “When are you gonna realize that? You’re in the fucking management class! You’re never going to be anything! So stop trying!”

Izuku wasn’t sure why the words stung.

They were words he had been told since he was a child. Since the day his quirk hadn’t developed. Words said by everyone in his life, from friends, to bullies, to teachers, to All Might himself.

The hero had told him to try another path. To go for management, to support heroes in their work behind the scenes. So he had tried, he had applied to UA, taken the exam, gotten in. He had tried to make friends, to do well in his classes, he had tried to be happy in a life which wasn’t suited for him, he had tried. He had tried. He had tried.

But Kacchan was right, if he wasn’t going to be anything... then why try at all?

Perhaps that’s why this time Bakugo’s words had hurt so much, because this time they weren’t only his, but Izuku’s too.

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“Izuku?” his mom’s voice had come worriedly. “What are you doing?”

He glanced up from where he was taking down the last of the posters, trying not to damage the wall as he did, “Redecorating.”

His mother entered the room slowly looking around at the full garbage bags in the center, “Why are you throwing it out of all of your All Might stuff?”

Because he was tired of living in a shrine. Living in the shadow of yet another person who didn’t believe in him. “I’ve gotten older,” He told her with a forced smile as he shoved the final poster in the garbage bag and tied it shut. “I don't need it anymore.”

His mother seemed to be at a loss for words, but tears brimmed at her eyes. Izuku gave her another smile as he moved to give her a hug, “Don’t cry mom.” But she did anyway, and he held her there consoling her as she apologized for not being able to give him a quirk, for not being able to control things she by nature she couldn’t control. But as she cried, Izuku couldn’t help but feel he had made the right decision. But there was one final step.

The stacks of notebooks nearly fell from his hands as he walked out the UA gates and headed towards his home. When he arrived he would toss them with the rest of the things he needed to throw out, and get rid of it all in one go.

No turning back.

“You have more of them, Izuku-kun?”

Izuku blinked in surprise as he looked around the almost empty street to find a girl standing behind him. She was about his age, dressed in the uniform of another school, with blonde hair and a large smile on her face.

“I’m sorry?” He asked awkwardly.

“More books!” She said cheerily, taking something frown behind her back and holding it out for him to see, “Tada!”

Izuku paused and blinked seeing his own handwriting on the notebook’s cover.

“You dropped it yesterday!”

“He didn’t drop it, that kid threw his backpack.” This voice came from the alley beside her and when he looked Izuku could see a man perhaps in his twenties. He was tall with long dark hair and purpled skin in patches across his body in an unsettling way.

“We liked reading your notebook!” She said ignoring him. “So did our friends!”

“Oh, um thank you,” Izuku replied awkwardly as he took the notebook from her. He tried to move away but she spoke again.

“Can we read another one?”

“I-I was actually going to throw them away.”

“Then just give ‘em to us,” Her companion shrugged. “Problem solved.”

“Uh, okay I-”

“Wait! I’m sure Kuriogiri-san and Shigaraki-san would want to ask about them!” She interjected. “Come with us to meet them!”

“He doesn’t know us, nutjob,” The young man said with an eye roll. “Why would he come with us?”

“Well I’m Toga Himiko, and that's Dabi! Nice to meet you Izuku-kun!”

Izuku hadn’t expected to end up standing awkwardly in a bar surrounded by people he didn’t know but yet here he was. Toga-san seemed nice enough, but the rest honestly creeped him out a tad with how much they were staring at him and-and Shigaraki had severed hands on him?

“This is in depth,” Kurogiri-san complimented looking through one of the notebooks. “Does your quirk involve your memory? Or analysis?”

“I’m-” He faltered. “I’m quirkless actually...”

“Remarkable. These are quite thorough, you could compete with someone who has such a quirk.”

“Do you have any more of these?” Dabi-san asked him.

Izuku gave a slight nod as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “At home.”

“Bring them tomorrow!” Toga-san encouraged.

Izuku had mumbled a reply about considering it and he left as quickly as he could.

So he wasn’t entirely sure why he went back.

But that mix of confusion and uncertainty would become part of his regular visits. At first it had been to give extra notebooks. To go over his thoughts. And then it had been to do that again. And again. And again.

But he knew that was just the excuse he had been telling himself.

He was going for them.

That first day something had intrigued him, and then on the second he had seen how polar their personalities seemed to be, but as he continued returning he could see how they each fit together in that whole puzzle that was them. He could see how each was acknowledged and accepted for their differences- not ridiculed. Yes there was teasing, there was name calling, but unlike what he was used to it didn’t have any malintent.

And he could start to see where he fit too. On that same stool at the corner of the bar, a glass of water in front of him and a notebook in front of him.

It was a place where he was wanted. A place where they treated him kindly- as a friend- as one of them. And Izuku didn’t realize how much he had latched onto them- until they had finally told him what he already figured out for himself. It had been easy to, far easier than one should expect.

Because sitting there, sitting in that spot he could essentially hear bits and pieces clicking into place. Mainly about Kurogiri-san, the man’s description matched what Iida-san had gone on and on about when Izuku had asked him about the U.S.J. incident.

These people were criminals- villains.

Logic told him to run, to never look back, to tell all the heroes at school that he knew exactly where they were hiding. He knew what the teachers and other heroes everywhere had been trying to figure out for so long. Now all he had to do... was tell.

It would be easy to do. He had options. He could tell the police, or he could tell any one of the teachers at school tomorrow. He had options...

So he wasn’t sure why he didn’t tell anyone, but at first he didn’t go back either. He had stayed away for a few days, trying to determine what he should do with the information and ultimately he had decided to sit in his seat at the bar, drink his water, talk to his friends, and write down his analysis.

“You’re taking this better than I expected,” Kurogiri-san acknowledged.

“What did you expect?” Izuku asked him in return.

“I thought you’d have some reaction to us being the ones who attacked your school.”

Izuku sipped at his water with a shrug. “I’ve known for a while,” he admitted. “I figured it out myself a while ago.”

“It didn’t bother you?”

“It did... but-but you guys are my friends, right?”

Toga-san had leaned forward with a smile, “Course!” v

Friendship came with the others growing comfortable with him, and as the walls came down between them they began to be open with their planning. It was strange, he would go to school all day and learn about how to manage and support pro heroes, and afterwards he’d come here to the bar and he’d hang out and pretend he couldn’t hear as they plotted their next moves. Sometimes he’d simply pretend not to listen at all, but he could always hear. And yet when the words were spoken to him he thought he had misheard.

“W-what?”

“I asked,” Shigaraki-san started slowly. “Do you want a quirk?”

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“All men are not created equal” - Midoriya Izuku

One - Two

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