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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Traitor Rewrite Part 3

Aizawa watched Y/N get dragged away. Her body limp and void of life, though her eyes were open. Her eyes were wide open yet she stared straight ahead, staring intensely at absolutely nothing but a brick wall. She stopped fighting and kicking and screaming and turned into a corpse.

Aizawa rubbed Eijiro, who collapsed on the ground, on the head briefly before exiting the viewing room. His eyes loomed over the room looking the top of bright yellow hair, and a loud booming voice that seemed to flow throughout police station.

He found who he was looking for. Yamada was loosing his temper with a vending machine that ate his change and spit out stale pretzels instead of the crisp yellow patoto chips that she wanted. He kicked at the vending machine once more before grabbing it by the sides and shaking it.

It didn’t work.

Aizawa tapped him on the shoulder and placed his head in between his shoulder blades and bit back a rather loud sigh that he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“ I want to go home.” he whispered.

“ I know, babe, me too.” Yamada said, poking at more buttons on the vending machine before giving up and tossing his hands in the air. “ This damn machine.”

“ I want to go home.” He repeated. The thought of being in this police station any longer was unbearable. He couldn’t go back into that room with all his students looking to him for awnsers, he couldn’t stand exposed in this police station, with all the underpaid detectives looking at him like he was a disgrace.

Who was he kidding? He was one.

Yamada turned around and brushed his fingertips along his face, briefly taken aback with how hot he was. When he got upset, his body tempature rose about a hundred degrees. The tip of his nose was turning pink, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid the gaze of everybody in the room.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. “ Take me home, now, please.” he pleaded.

He blinked a few times,, before looking up again, and at that moment he felt like a little kid. He was confused and concerned and hungry and afraid. And he hadn’t a shit idea what to do about it. The air around him turned hot and he felt like his skin was peeling off if he stayed in that stuffy room anymore.

“ Yeah okay.” Yamada said. He turned on his heel, breifly letting go of Aizawa’s hand and feighning a stomach ache, before moaning loudly to anyone who would listen that it was important that he go home at once, along with his boyfriend, who he needed to take care of him.

It was a rather good show, he clutched his stomach and slouched over. And if anyone tried to stop him he would heave and gag until they let him pass, dragging Aizaw a behind him, who offered no resitance and seemed rather amused with the whole thing.

Aizawa made quick arangements for the students, leaving them in the care of Midnight and Princeapal Nezu. Most of the kids liked them well enough and those who wouldn’t listen, Aizawa deemed them responsable enough to care for themselves so that was that.

Midnight ushered the students out of the viewing room, most of them to shocked to resist. All except Deku, who had his nose pressed against the glass, his mouth open and breathing hot air onto the window.

This felt all wrong.

It had to be all wrong,

Eijiro through himself into histeryics and needed help to stand up and leave. His mouth flops open every time he tried to breath. Breathing was never something that he thought he would have a problem with, but there he was struggling to get air in his lungs and push it back out. The room around him blurs and the people turn into soft shapes and shadows. They are all asking him questions, that he can’t understand, and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to respond.

He wanted to go home, and nap. His bones ached with exhaustion, having not slept for days.

Everytime he tried to sleep, he would close his eyes and someone would start screaming, when he opened it the screaming would go away, so he ended up laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. He thought the light fixture above his bed, looked remarkably like a boob, and that never failed to make him happy, but for some reason it made him burst in to tears.

It’s probably because it never failed to make Y/N laugh like an adolesent school girl. She would point at it and laugh until she made her cheeks pink and she would double over. Eijro would poke at her stomach and tickle her thighs just to help her laugh more.

He loved her laugh. He loved her. Or at least he thinks he does. Or he used to at least.

“ What do you need?” Mina asked.

Someone helped him sit in a white plastic chair, that could really use a seat cushion, because it was absoultly absurd that they would expect anyone to sit in those chairs for long stretches of time.

“ Can I get you some chips?” Sero spoke while handing a bag of chips, it crinkled loudly and it made him angry.

“ What about water, he needs water. “ Iida shoved a large bottle at his chest while he shouted.

“ It’s kind of cold, someone find him a blanket!”

He didn’t even recognize the voice, but it sounded more frantic than he did. His lungs hurt, and he needed oxygen he couldn’t seem to find a breath of air. Maybe that was because everyone was so damn close to him sucking up all his oxygen.

“ He needs to drink the water first, he’s lost a lot of fluids.” Iida exclaimed.

Everyone was talking around him, sucking up all the oygen. there breath stunk up the already stale air. He wanted to go home. He wanted to sleep , and he wanted someone to speak to him like he was a person, yet nobody was.

He pulled on Bakugou’s sleeve. Bakugou was looking at the wall with a stony expression. He yanked on it, hard, to get his attention.

“ I want to go home.” he said.

Bakugou moved his eyes down to look at him blinking rapidly. Kirisima knew two things in that moment. Bakugou looked down at him with curious eyes and a quizzical expression, he was thinking,

1. He needed to get out of this damn police station before he went crazy.

2. He needed to get Bakugou out of here and back to his hot tempered self.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. It was louder this time, so Iida heard him.

“ He wants to go home, someone take him home.” Iida said rather loudly.

Eijiro looked up at him, with big butter eyes melting down his face. “ Take me home, please?” He asked. “ I can’t breathe here.” he whispered.

Bakugou yanked him up by the arm, making him stand and pushed through the crowd of classmates who were doing there absolute best to help him, but making things certainly worse.

Nobody wanted Eijiro to be alone with Bakugou, a boy who lashed out whenever he felt like, but Bakugou wasn’t a person that you would stand up to. Unless you were Izuku, who was standing in the corner, his bright green eyes looking off into the distance. His left eyebrow was raised so that meant he was confused or bored.

They made it outside with minimal ressitance, and Kirishima ran to the nearest tree, hunched over and clutched his stomach, before promptly throwing up his breakfast and gagging on his own stomach bile.

Bakugou rubbed his back, but it didn’t help.

His heart hurt.

It felt like someone took a knife and cut out a piece of his lungs and his stomach.

“ Sorry.” he said, standing once more. “ I don’t feel-” he doubled over once more, this time gripping on to the tree every time he heaved as to not fall over, he was afraid that if he fell over, he wouldn’t want to get up.

And if he didn’t get up, he would die at the base of the tree due to expousre or starvation,

Once he was finished, Bakugou made him stand, offered him water, which he didn’t except, just took the plastic bottle out of his hands and threw it at the ground. The bottle poped on the ground, and they both watched the water melt into the ground.

Bakugou walked with him to the nearest bus stop, then sat next to him on the bus ride, that was before he walked him to the dorms after and insited on spending the night.

Deku felt wrong, something about this felt all wrong. He knew Y/N, or he thought he did. They grew up together, she spent her formative years at his house, when things got bad at home. He held her while she cried about her mother leaving her, and her sister leaving and her father being arrested for killing her brother.His mother fostered her for 3 months while her grandmother was under investigation, and it all seemed wrong.

“ This can’t be real.” Deku muttered. “ This can’t be true.”

“ It is, Midoriya. I mean you saw all the evidence!” Iida chided. “ Her laptop, her phone, the letters to her father-” he spoke.

“ I just find it hard to believe-”

“ Well believe it.” Aoyama snapped. “ They found all that evidence, and probably more stuff that they couldn’t tell us about.” he walked to the vending machine and looked at his reflection in the glass. He pushed a blonde hair out of his face and rubbed at his eyes. “ It’s best that we forget about this matter, and move on.”

“ Aoyama-” Shoji whispered.

“ I SAID WE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT IT!” he snapped. His voice high pitched as he shouted briefly losing his composure.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection and fixed his hair once more. He was starting to loose it, and he couldn’t. Not now, not after everything he’s had to do. Not after what he just had to do, he couldn’t.

“ I’m sorry, I lost my composure. The last bus for UA leaves in 20 minutes. I suggest we don’t miss it.”“ he chirped. He plastered a white smile on his face, shoved a dollar bill in the machine and it spit out skittles. God, he loved skittles.

He walked through the station, most of the rest of the class following him, Midnight attempting and failing to maintain some sort of order. Mineta yanked at the bottom of her blouse, trying to reach it to unbutton it, which resulted in her grabbing him by his hair and dangling him out infront of her to the ride to the bus stop.

Shoto and Deku remained at the police station. Deku wasn’t ready to leave, and Shoto wasn’t ready to meet his father, and tell him how much of a failure he was. Denki sat down at the table next to him, wiping wet hands on his denim jeans to dry them.

“ What are you still doing here?” Shoto asked, looking up from the bag of stale pretezels he stole.

“ I had to take a piss.” he said. “ Ohh. Pretezels.” he exclaimed, snatching the bag from Shoto. “ Where’s everybody else.”

“ Catching a bus.” he replied flatly.

“ What are you still doing here?” he asked.

Truthfully, if Izuku was being honest, he had a bad idea. Would it be bad if he broke into a evidence locker, yes it would be bad. And could it make things worse for him and Y/N, yes. But he had to know, he had to make sense of everything that was happening. His brain weighed down by to many facts, his heart fogged with the idea that Y/N could be bad.

She was the one bright thing in his life, the one person who never pitied him for being quirkless, never bullied him, never hurt him, She protected him from bullies, but not because he couldn’t defend himself, but because she protected all her friends. She was feircly loyal, and would take a beating for anyone that she cared about.

That’s why he had a hard time understanding that she was a bad person. Y/N, his Y/N, the girl who used to plant daisies in the empty lot next door because she wanted people to look at something pretty on their way to wherever they were going.

“ I don-” he started, his voice high pitched and squeaky. He was always a rotten liar.

“ Izuku’s here because he’s planning to break into their evidence room to see the evidence.” he replied flatly. his hands gripping the edge of the table.

“ I AM NOT-”

“ You’re a rotten liar.” Denki replied with a grin, he was always one to like to cause trouble. “ You got a plan or what?”

“ Nope.” he popped his lips. “ Well I do, but it’s a rotten one.”

“ Which means we should go home, right?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his snack with a half hearted smile.

Eijiro finally went to sleep around 3 AM, and he stopped crying at about 4. He curled up in Bakugou’s arms, and pushed himself against his chest so he could hear his heartbeat- the only thing that managed to calm him down.

Izuku snuck into the common area, as soon as he heard all the commotion die down and he assumed it was empty. He put on all black, packed up his climbing gear in a bag and tip toed out of the room. He snuck past the common room, he stepped on a particularly creaky floorboard and a light flicked on.

“ Midoryia... I assume there’s a logical explanation for this.” Iida sat in the blue armchiar, his arms crossed neatly over his chest.

“ Not one you would like.” he replied.

Iida stood up slowly, thinking of what to say, before he placed hands on his hips and walked in circles around the armchair. “ I suggest you go back to your dorm.”

“ Or what? You’ll report me?”

“ No, but even you can assume that this is a horrendus idea.” he said. “ I get it, you being her friend in all-”

“ She’s saved my time more times than I can count, it just doesn’t make sense for her to be the bad guy.” he said. He walked to the pantry and pulled out a granola bar, and 2 water bottles.

“ You’ll soon learn that they world is more black and white than you realize.” he spoke. Iida sat back down, crossed his arms and faced the door.

“ I don’t want to see it that way.”

He looked at the large UA painted on the floor and scoffed. Some damn hero he was. Y/N was right he was a pathetic coward and not much else. He was supposed to be a hero, and he wanted it so bad he forgot what it meant.

“ Regardless of how you decide to see the world, whatever plan you’re thinking about, is a bad idea. “ he stood once more. “ I suggest you tell Todoroki and Denki and whoever else you planned on roping into this idea to go to bed as well. I get she was your friend, and this has to be hard, but you won’t help nothing by getting yourself arrested. Go back to your dorm, and we will come up with a smarter plan tomorrow.” he said.

Midorya walked out of the common room, quickly motioned the classmates who agreed to this plan that it was off and waddled back to his room. He planned on staying up all night to think, but his bones ached and his head hurt and as soon as he hit he pillow he fell into one of the deepest sleeps he ever had. He had a pleasant dream. He was a kid again, so were all his friends. Bakugou hadn’t become a bully and Y/N had a home and a family again.

Y/N on the other hand, was in for a waking nightmare.

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langst-is-my-unborn-baby · 1 year

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Oh God, They Think I Did It

Suspected Traitor! Izuku au

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Ao3

Summary : Izuku Midoriya lost his notebook, and now he is faced with his accusing teacher. One by one, those he knew begin to turn on him, and still all he can think of, is how after middle school - the dejection still hurts just as bad.

But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Chapter 1 - The Accusation

His hands gripped either side of his desk with nervous strength, feet sternly secured to the floor, he sat rigid against his chair. Izuku Midoriya watched his teacher, Aizawa Sensei, with absolutely strained eyes. Fear, and nerves itching against his expression. He had lost it, somehow, his notebook. Recorded his every note on every new quirk he had come across, hell he had even rewritten in greater depth previous analyses he had made. The notebook had left his person less than a week ago, he had been certain he had simply left it in his homeroom class. At the time, his dear teacher had told him no such item had been found.

His certain trust had been placed in Aizawa, as he had ducked in some form of a thanks and had not questioned his teacher further at the time. Had he missed the signs? The unloving stare of dark eyes in all honestly had not felt out of place, nor had his teacher’s stiff posture. Aizawa, Izuku figured, was really just the type of person who acted like that. But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Surely Present Mic’s more awkward demeanour was not correlated? Had his recent classes with the man really been affected by the cruel accusation? Midoriya felt dumbstruck, the blonde hero had awkwardly waved him off upon his first arrival in this week’s class, not even making eye contact with the student – had it not been an off day?

Yesterday… these pieces were all sliding into place, assembling a painful picture in which Midoriya becoming isolated was once again the centre. Mina Aishido’s uncomfortable shrugs at the dorms had not bothered him at first, when she told him that there were no usual group outing that previous afternoon he had believed her, not thinking much of it when he found himself eating dinner alone at the table that night. Takeaway katsudon in front of him, and his phone sitting in his hand. The front door opened with a squeal; his ears greeted with bubbling laughs from some feminine voices. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Hagakure stepped through the opening. He went to openly welcome them, opening his mouth widely. Then Iida, Sero, and Kirishima stepped through, followed shortly by Mina and then the rest of his classmates. The students mindlessly went about their own way, not taking in Midoriya.

The room had mostly filtered out, and Mina approached him, dropping a palm to his shoulder and a grin split across her face. “You mustn’t have received my text!” Again, she smiled, and her hand dropped from Midoriya’s shoulder. “Maybe next time?” She took her leave, her pink face strained as she held a smile.

Midoriya held tightly to the belief it was just some great misunderstanding, despite ice enclosing his heart and a thin wall, he breathed in a wobbly breath of suddenly hot air.

Bakugou came to stand by him, his eyes not reaching his own. Arms crossed; he angled his head away sharply. “Don’t think too much of it, dumbass,” he said, his voice rough and quiet, almost pitiful. “Mina and the others were just fucking stupid.” Bakugou inched over, dropping a plastic bag on the table by Midoriya.

The green headed boy paused, placing down his chopsticks as he reached over to pull the bag closer to himself. It felt light, and unsurely he looked to his classmate to silently get permission to open it. He was greeted with nothing more than a slight ‘tch’. Regardless he slipped his hand inside, fingers clutching on a singular cold juice box.

“Kacchan?” Confusion dribbled down his face, his lips creeping to an uncertain line.

“It’s just orange juice, Ochako seemed worried when she realised you weren’t there,” Bakugou muttered, gritting his teeth slightly. In all honesty, that did lift his mood, Ochako was not one with the privilege to be sending many texts from her phone, and to know he was not forgotten by his first friends put a shimmer of sunlight on his hurting heart. “She was going to get you some crappy soda- quit smiling dumbass!”

He attempted to muffle his grin, Bakugou stormed off.

Oh- his classmates had known. Ochako, wary around approaching him, had made her own secret code to ensure trust in their friendship. And even Kacchan, his friend turned emotionally constipated classmate, had refused to believe he would go so far as to become a traitor to their school, despite the belief of even their teachers.

Aizawa was still watching him. “Let us just make this easy,” the man said solemnly, outstretching his hand to Midoriya, the cuffs still dangling. “Put them on.”

Put them on? His pride fractured, struggling into little cracks that bled with arrogant coldness. His teacher was testing him. Midoriya felt his eyes slither into a calculating look as he watched his teacher, his own analysis taking place. The man wanted a reaction from him, a personality switch, or a suspicious calmness – either way, he was too look guilty. It was a power move, both knew Midoriya could do nothing against Aizawa’s quirk and raw strength. Knowing the reasonable professional of UA, Aizawa must have already informed other staff. Midoriya was trapped, looking god-forsakenly guilty. He hung his gaze, reaching for the cuffs, taking them into his own hands.

“It’s-“ He felt his own stutter choke him, flashing a glance to the taller man, eyes red and hair drifting. “It really wasn’t me,” he whimpered, clicking the first cuff tight around his wrist. His teacher made no sound, his cold hand wrapped itself around the young student’s wrist, locking his other wrist into the other cuff. It clamped into his skin with a tight metal bite, it was sure to leave pink and bruising rings against his freckled skin.

“The car is outside,” the man said. All so suddenly, his teacher’s face blurred, scratched out of sight, coming into focus and then just as quickly leaving. The pro hero shepherded him through the school. And no matter how hard Midoriya scrunched his face, twisting his neck to watch the man, his head only bleated with a startling anguish as he tried to recognise his betrayer.

Surely, this was his teacher? Yet when he searched him, it was an ice blur. How could a stony face, and displeased eyes belong to Aizawa. Midoriya felt his feet glue to the wooden pale floor. His teacher flipped, fingers entangling themselves on Midoriya’s shoulder, gripping violently on his uniformed shirt. The sting of pain, the seething hatred at suddenly flaring red eyes. No. Absolutely not. He fell back, crashing to the floor, arms raised defensively over his face. “No! You aren’t my teacher!” he hissed, twisting to lift his leg into some threat of a kick.

“Get up,” he said, teeth grit and lifting his own foot. Midoriya’s eyes fell open, jaw unlocking as he watched in momentary anticipation. And his teacher’s foot fell, atop his own, pressing his foot stern against the floor. “Threatening me now? I really don’t wish to see you looking any more guilty.”

Tears wettened his heated cheeks, sucking in a sigh as his teacher pulled him to his feet, and they continued down the path to his own damnation.

A notebook, he left behind a notebook, and now he was off to the cops, turned on by his peers, and had a sickening bruise begin to swell against the middle of his shin.

When he finally came to face the police van, Aizawa opened a black umbrella, hiding them from the peering eyes of civilians who began to slip the phones out, ready to record Midoriya’s demise.

“Shitheads, get your fucking hands off of her,” a voice wheezed, cracking with noise and anguish. Midoriya tipped his head to peer ahead. Bakugou had his hand terrifyingly close to a reporter, one who had wrapped her hand around that of the wrist of his friend Ochako’s. It seemed to be that only that reporter and her cameraman had caught on to the surprise arrest taking place at the school.

“Midoriya! Izuku,” Ochako said, ripping herself away from the kerfuffle, she went to leap forward but Bakugou held her back – holding her by her backpack. His eyes were slimmed into a death-giving glare, aimed at their teacher, his mouth pulled into sneer.

Instead, what he did, to both the shock of Midoriya and his teacher, was drag himself and Ochako into the waiting van. His hands blowing up in blasts of explosions when the officers inside went to ask them out. “This arrest isn’t even warranted yet! Shit, does Aunt Inko even know?” He spat, snatching at a pair of cuffs and fitting them on. “Like we’d let you steal our classmate.” The powerful words accompanied by the only two students who had bothered to come to his aid.

Midoriya suffered a long breath as his teacher turned to raise an eyebrow at him shortly before pulling him into the vehicle.

When he was finally pulled into the interrogation, he could only see Ochako cover her eyes, Bakugou putting his back flat to the wall and crossing his arms, unmoving. The door fell to a shut, two officers alone with him in a room. One a certain 7’0 tall, with no eyes, just a smooth stretch of skin and pointed teeth. The other- stood at solid 5’11, expression tugging into one of certain displeasures, and when he met Izuku’s eyes – he felt his throat go raspy and dry. Nerves or a quirk? Regardless, he grew grim as the two men leaned over him, holding the familiar notebook.

#bnha #mha #suspected traitor au #suspected traitor izuku au #izuku midoriya #fic #fanfiction #deku #bakugou #ochako #aizawa #mina #kirishima #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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actuallyprobablyafaerie · 1 year

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Chapter 50

Only one more chapter left to go after this! That's absolutely insane! Thank you all so much for following this for so long, I appreciate every single one of you that's given me kudos or commented. I'm so glad I could write something so many people could enjoy :)

Summary:

Successful Rescue Missions: Katsuki is rescued from the League of Villains.

Legacies Fallen: All Might wins his fight with All For One, but he loses his power in the process.

Extra: Izuku comes to a decision about Katsuki and Himiko.

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fan-love-ang-shortstoryprompts · 1 year

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Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #17

This is a Suspected Traitor fic idea, but better because so many that I've read, I disagree with, even if I admire that the things I don't like were done for angst purposes, and worked great.

However, like I said at the beginning, this is a book of things I want to read or write, soooo.

Izuku is the Suspected Traitor because of his notebooks, obviously. However, unlike normal, they don't go rifling through his room.

Aizawa is blunt, and already doubts that Izuku is "evil" or a "villain", AND he values privacy and discretion, so after dinner one night, he goes up to Mido's room, and basically says, "Hey, kid, there's a traitor in the school, and they think you're it. They want me to take your notebooks to go through as proof. Sorry my dude"

Izu basically goes, "oh worm? I already thought there was, All Might and I had talked about it, but I understand why my notes would be sus. Here, I have nothing to hide. There are some potentially questionable things, but it wouldn't be true analysis if I only had good stuff, yk?"

Maybe throw in a little bit of some bullying history explanation from Izu to Zawa? Izuku writes down the key to his 3 level code, sticks it in the top notebook, and hands him the last few, plus his oldest one to prove it wasn't new at UA.

Zawa apologizes again, and takes them with him, Izu goes to Kacchan and explains. (just realized that the fic ideas where kacchan/baku is in a good light, have kacchan, neutral have Katsu, and negative have Baku)

Kacchan is heated, admits that he knew that Izu was better at analysis, and that's why he got mad about the books when they were younger. He volunteers to head to the office after Aizawa and doesn't bother to wait for an answer. He gets there, knocks, sticks his head it, makes his statement, and then sits or leans on the wall outside to wait. The only reason he's polite in any way is because he realizes that this is important, or he could be short one now-rival.

Let's assume this is in second year, so 2-A.

Nedzu doesn't even need to hear out Baku, as in the notebooks Izu has been theorizing who he thinks the traitor is, and also apparently All Might had made his own statement clear, by saying that he wouldn't have given OFA to someone he thought was working with or would turn out to be a villain. This statement was made very loudly.

Nedzu apologizes, and he and Aizawa and some select other teachers work together to figure out who the traitor is. (For my sake, because the Manga reveal was shit, it is NOT Hagakure, that's the obvious out, it is NOT Aoyama, though I can kinda understand, even if it turned out he wasn't, just it's not 2-A or 2-B or teachers.)

Pick a random business kid, no one would suspect a management or business kid, and they would easily pass under the radar, since no one pays as much attention to the other classes that aren't heroics or heroics adjacent.

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orionchildofhades · 8 months

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BNHA ff rec

Guidance, or to Help Those In Need - orionchildofhades

ao3 link

rating: Mature | warning: Graphic Depiction of Violence

tags : traitor Izuku, villain Izuku, Support Department Izuku, Protective League of Villain,

statue: finished | part of a series

Summary :

"Meeting your idols is always a disappointment. Understanding that the people we look up to the most don’t wish for our happiness, chose to turn a blind eye on our situation. Must be painful. I’m sorry you had to go through all of this. But you see… I wouldn’t say you’re worthless. This is far from worthless if you ask me. I’d like you to think about some things. You say you’re invisible, rejected. And I wouldn’t put it past society to actually make you feel like that. But you’re not. This is a golden mine, a diamond in the rough. People just won’t recognize your talent because of who you are. Or what you’re not." — The tale of how Midoriya Izuku, whose only dream was to be a hero, ended up a villain. Who said that a 'villain' couldn't help? Most people usually forget who requires help. And Izuku will be a hero to them, because no one else will.

chapter one: it goes bad

The day started pretty normally, as anything could when you were quirkless in a world where everybody had some sort of power.

Izuku went to school. He knew what he was getting into. The stares, the name calling. Having Kacchan telling he should jump off the roof was a new addition that the teen had been trying out for a few days now and he got really creative about it. Ending up in the pound with his notebook by his side was not very nice but all he did was stand and keep on with his day. What else was there to do?

So Izuku walked home. He took the long road, just to be sure he didn’t meet any of the bullies. From time to time they would actively seek him out to punch and kick the energy out. What could Izuku do anyway ? Once he was alone with them, he didn’t have the strength to stand up on his own.

Standing up for others though, that was nice. When he faced Kacchan, his body like a wall between the explosive boy and his new found victim, some form of pride shone in his chest, warming him up a little bit, a different kind of warmth that the hands of the boy he called a friend for a long time.

Izuku liked to help others. It was his one true goal. Everytime he looked at his computer, at his hero, his idol, and saw All Might’s smile to the camera, he felt some sort of envy. He, too, wanted to make people happy, to bring them safety, hope. So even if he had to face Kacchan’s wrath, and the punches, the burns, the hits and kicks, he would do it. Because the other kid was safe, because it was better him than someone else. Maybe, one day, someone would see him the same way he saw All Might. Okay, that was a little far fetched, he wasn’t anything like All Might. But maybe someone would be reassured he suddenly put himself between them and harm, maybe he would bring someone a flicker of hope.

That’s what he thought while he walked in some alley, alone and fidgeting with his notebook. He looked over what he wrote in the morning, about the fight and the new heroes.

Mt. Lady and her growing quirk, Kamui Wood and, well, his wood quirk. He added some notes in the margin about a detail. The new heroes seemed very keen to the media, a little bit too focused on their image. And was Kamui Wood capable of creating any kind of wood? Any density? Could he make ebony wood? It would be far more heavy and perhaps harder to break, more efficient against villains. Or not, if he couldn’t, Izuku wondered what kind of wood he could make, was it a special kind, since it was a quirk? Maybe a weird human-wood kind of thing since he seemed to be made of it. A unique form of wood, known and created only by the power of the hero. How flammable was it? How would the hero react if he encountered…

Completely unaware of his surroundings, Izuku was knocked over by someone. He immediately scrambled up, trying to fetch his notebook and pencil while bowing to apologies.

Instead, his eyes met with some creature, a mutant type very likely, and immediately after his mouth was filled.

His eyes watered, he tasted sewage water and trash and throwing up sounded like a great idea all of the sudden but his mouth was full and he started choking as the thing, person, something filled his airway little by little.

He was barely aware of hearing a voice, a muted “Thank you, you’re my hero, I didn’t know he was in town.”

Panic clouded his mind. After everything he went through on an everyday basis, after all the pain and insults, all the loneliness and disgust, he would die like this. He couldn’t even breathe. His head hurt, and his vision darkened.

And maybe that was really it.

Then he vaguely felt knocked over once again. He breathed. Or he thought he did. He hoped he still remembered how to. He wanted to cough, to spit out everything, to have his throat to himself again. Was it still there?

A voice was talking.

It became clearer and clearer, the black spots stopped dancing in front of him.

He was on the floor, lying on the street he didn’t remember exactly where, his bag was somewhere on his left, his notebook near him with the pencil inside. His throat hurt and he was a little out of breath.

And All Might was staring at him from his incredible high, wearing his famous costume and…

All Might.

Staring at him.

Izuku jumped up, almost falling right back down and somehow managing to stay on his feet.

“Oh my god, All Might, I’m such-”

“Ah, yes. Glad to know you’re alright. I thought I lost you here for a second. I must go.”

Wait- no. Izuku had to ask him. He needed to know. It was All Might, he would tell him the truth. If anyone would believe in him, it would be the Number One hero, the symbol of peace. If anyone knew the hardships of hero life, but what made a true hero, it would be him.

“Wait, please, All Might, sir.” He took his notebook off the ground, not caring a second about the pages still wet from earlier before shoving it as high as he could need the hero. “I need to know sir…”

“Ah, yes,” he took the notebook and the pencil, signing it with practiced motions before closing it and giving it back to Izuku. “Now I must leave, young boy. Stay careful and fear not, for I Am Here.”

The hero turned to leave. Izuku’s eyes darted between his idol and his bag. A plastic bottle was dangling from the pocket of the hero, murderous eyes moving inside it. But Izuku didn’t pay it any attention and went for his bag, grabbing it as quickly as he could. He then literally jumped on his idol, holding on for dear life on his leg as the floor went from right beneath his feet, to hundreds of meters under him. The wind was slapping his face, his eyes painful. He heard All Might complain, asking him to let go of him. He vaguely answered that it wouldn’t be a good idea while his mind circled around one thought. Or perhaps two.

The floor was way too far from him and he would very much like to feel its safety very very soon.

And he needed to know.

Could he be a hero?

His one and only dream filled his head, his desire to prove himself, to help, to see people’s eyes clouded by hope instead of fear, of pain. Sure, Kacchan, (and also the rest of the world), told him he couldn’t do it. It was a stupid dream, a useless deku like him couldn’t do much to anything, so being a hero was nothing but laughable. Or pitiful. He could still see it in his mother’s eyes whenever he rambled about it. But if anyone would know, it would be All Might.

Because he was a hero. The hero. He should know better than Kacchan, than Mom, than Ito, or his teachers, than the other students. If Izuku had the slightest chance of ever being a hero, All Might would know.

They landed on a rooftop. Izuku felt so weak he almost fell right on his knee. He still kind of wanted to throw up from whatever slime person slash villain tried to make a house in his lungs. And this impromptu flight surely did not help.

Instead of that, he bowed. He stamered an apology, realizing how stupid his decision had been.

But he had to know.

“I’m- I don’t have a quirk, but I always wanted to help… People keep telling me to give up and… Do you think I can be a hero?” He finally screamed, eyes screwed shut and heart beating in his chest like it wanted to leave.

He stood up straight again, his question right on his lips. Instead, he screamed.

Here was a man, an actual skeleton, his eyes hollowed and a far too large shirt hanging from bony shoulders. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. It was honestly quite concerning.

“Where is All Might? And who are you?” Izuku asked. A cold sensation washed over him. His idol didn’t even bother listening to him.

And who was this man? Was it his quirk that made him look so sickly? Was he okay? Perhaps Izuku should call an ambulance, maybe it was some sort of cancer or the effect of a quirk. Dehydration…

“That would be me.” Izuku’s thoughts shut down. “I know this is quite confusing. I’m All Might, symbol of peace and justice, number one hero and, well this.”

“What happened to you?” This was very much not what he saw of All Might everyday. Maybe this was just some sort of joke. Kacchan really outdid himself if it was the case, what a cruel joke, to meet your idol, or a fake, to just end up with… this?

“Five years ago, I fought a villain.” The man lifted his shirt and Izuku saw a painful looking scar cover the left side of the chest.

“Was it Venomous Chainsaw?” Izuku wondered out loud. Dread filled his entire body. Who, no scratch that, what could be strong enough to do that to All Might?

“No, hum, I managed to keep the media out of it, and out of the injury until now. But it became more and more serious and I slowly turned into this.” He vaguely gestured to all of himself. “I can only stay in my muscle form, and do my hero work, around three hours a day anymore.” The silence was heavy, All Might gently touched his wound as Izuku was panicking in his head. Why would the hero even say that to him, did he put him in danger, was it…

“Without a quirk… Being a hero is hard, you put the lives of others on your shoulders. You have to fight off evils of all kinds, you put yourself between others and harm-ways. Without a quirk… No, I cannot tell you you’d have a chance of being a hero,” His voice rang in Izuku’s ears.

He vaguely saw the hero stand up, listing a few other possibilities for a person such as him.

But all he could hear were the words ‘No, you can’t be a hero’

All Might didn’t think he could be a hero. Even with the best intention, Izuku’s quirklessness was too much to overcome. He was weak and couldn’t help anyone.

It was just like Kacchan said, like the other said. He couldn’t do anything. There was no way civilians could rely on him. He couldn’t help them.

At some point, All Might left.

Why would he stay, he already did more than his job. He saved Izuku, poor little Izuku who couldn’t even save himself. He brought him here, answered his questions. He might have shattered his dreams but hey, that was just life wasn’t it. It had never been quite on his side since the beginning. Being born quirkless was not fun. Being born quirkless in a world where everyone had powers was even less so. So if All Might, The Hero, thought he couldn’t be a hero, then it must mean he didn’t.

Tears fell down his face. He felt rather hollow. He had been filled his entire life by this dream. What was he without it? He wasn’t strong, he didn’t have a power to use to balance his weakness. People did not like him. Not even his mother believed in his dream. What could he possibly do now?

Sitting lamely on the roof, his backpack abandoned by his side, Izuku emptied his tears, all the water in his body coming out in heavy salty streaks down his cheeks.

When he felt like he did not have one single tear left in his body, he decided to stand up. Going home. Yes. What else could he do?

As he walked to the door, his vision darkened and he felt himself fall.

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Hello!You could do an Izuku x reader in which the reader is a villain (she doesn't kill, she just helps the league of villains to escape and commit minor crimes)and both in the UA and in the league of villains they decided to use Midoriya and the reader to make someone else fall in love and thus get information to be able to defeat the villains in the case of the heroes and in case the villains defeat the heroes, time after being in that fake relationship Izuku falls in love (the reader also falls in love but doesn't realize it) And one day they both realize each other's plans and each one feels pretty bad (btw the reader is Toga's best friend) If You can't do it don't worry, thanks

"It Takes A Traitor To Know A Traitor And The Traitor Is Me." |Deku x GN! UA Traitor! Reader

A/N:Sorry this took so long! Also your quirk is called Cards. It's like Compress's quirk but with playing cards. When you touch someone, they turn into a picture on a playing card and to release them the user must rip the card. If anyone besides the user rips it, they kill the person inside. I would also like to point out after reading the manga I can't get the real traitor out of my head.

Summary:You were the UA traitor! You weren't supposed to catch feelings!

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You roll your eyes as you sat on the couch alone, away from your crazy loud classmate as they held a party in the dorms. I can't wait til I'm away from these idiots. You thought to yourself. You work with the L.O.V, and they sent you to UA as a spy. They want you to learn all of their weaknesses and report them back to them. Especially Izuku Midoriya's weaknesses. Not to mention these orders came straight from All For One so you couldn't exactly say no.

Just one more day. Tomorrow shall be the day I can get away from these freaks- "HEY Y/N!!!!" A very loud shrill voice snaps you from your thoughts. You do your best to put on a fake sweet smile and look over at Mina who bounces over to you, sitting down beside you and wrapping a hand over your shoulder. You did your best not to just throw it off. "Why aren't you out on the dance floor? I know you're secretly a good dancer!" She teases.

You force out a fake laugh. "Thanks Mina! But I'm just not really feeling it tonight. Infact, I think I'm just gonna head to bed." Rather be in my room then here with these idiots. "Alright then. Sweet dreams!" Mina tells you before walking back on to the dance floor. Your fake smile disappears and the darkness hides your mean glare. You get up and silently stalk your way to the stairs and up them.

The music and chattering becomes muffled as you walk down the hallway of the dorms to get to your dorm room. You let out an annoyed sigh and rub your temple. I think I got a headache from all of that idiocy. You thought to yourself, remembering the day you infiltrated Class 1-A.

"This is Y/N L/N. They just transfered from their old hero school in Hiroshima. She was top rank in her class so she was put here. Please welcome her." Aizawa announces, soon followed by the class saying "Welcome!" In unison. You let out a fake giggle and smile while waving. What idiots. You thought.

By the end of class, you were already "friends" with the girls of the class, and we're pretty much buddies with the rest of the class by the end of lunch. One of them was especially friendly to you, and he annoyed you the MOST. Izuku Midoriya. You understand why Shigaraki hated him so much, and you were more than willing to hurt him.

You felt a wave of relief hit you once you were in the privacy of your own dorm room. Your boxes filled with "your" stuff weren't unpacked yet. You also realized you'd have to be careful. Your bedroom was next door to Bakugou's and that guy already had a suspicion on you. As you walk over to a box and start unpacking, you hear a light knock at your door.

You plaster on a fake smile again and open it to see Izuku standing outside with a small turquoise box in hand. Oh great. "Hey Midoriya! What's up?" You ask. "Hey L/N! I just wanted to make you feel more welcome so I made this for you! I hope you like it!" He explains and hands you the box. Inside contained different snacks and candies, as well as a strawberry fizzy drink and cute memo pads. This is the dumbest and most childish thing I've ever seen. "Oh thanks! I love it! I'll be sure to put it in a special place!" You tell him sweetly and say your goodbye before closing your door again.

You stare at the box and frown at it before dropping it onto the ground and kicked it under your bed.

You get to your dorm room where all of your stuff was packed back into their boxes. Not like you had a lot to begin with. You flick on the light and flop onto your bed with a sigh, closing your eyes. But before you could snooze, a knock came at your door. You roll your eyes silently and sit up. "Come I'm!" You call out sweetly. The door opens and Deku walks in, carrying a notebook. "Hey Y/N! Sorry to bother you but I wanted to return your notes you let me borrow!" He tells you, holding out your red cover notebook.

"Oh, thanks Midoriya! Hope it helped!" You respond as you get up and take it from him. "So why are you up here? Don't you wanna join the others downstairs for the party?" He asks with a tilt of his head. Absolutely not. "Nah, I'm just tired is all." You simply respond. "Understandable. Well, goodnight then!" He smiles brightly at you before leaving. As soon as he left, you slammed your notebook onto your desk and cover your mouth with one of your hands.

Why was my stomach suddenly doing flips?? Why did I have a sudden urge to rub his face and fluffy hair?? What is wrong with me?! You think to yourself while desperately trying to figure out what it was you were feeling. You could only get changed into your pajamas and settle into bed. But even as 11 PM rolled around and the dorms were now quiet with everyone asleep, you laid wide awake, staring at the blank white ceiling above you.

Was it anger? No, otherwise why would I want to touch his hair...? It's just.. that smile.. it felt so warm and comforting. It was just so pure! A smile tugs at your lip but it quickly is replaced by a frown and your expression turns to a mortified one.

I have a crush on a pathetic hero...

You rub your eyes as you stared at your reflection the next morning. You were ready for school but you had bags under your eyes from being up all night. I can't love this guy!! He's weird and I don't like him!! You tell yourself, although you felt like you were lying. You take a deep breath and head downstairs to where everyone was having breakfast. "Morning-Woah! You look really tired! Are you okay?" Momo asks as she walks up to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Just up late studying." You reassure her while rubbing the back of your neck. "Well, here's some herbal tea! Hopefully this helps you!" She says and holds out a mug of teaming herbal tea. You nod and take it, sipping it. It DID feel nice, you had to admit. "Thanks." "You're welcome! That's what friends are for!" Momo tells you before walking away. Friends? You scoff. You were not friends with anyone here. Your only best friend was Toga! I can't wait to see her again.

Everyone finishes getting ready and heads to school.

Everyone sat in class, listening to Present Mic give his lesson. You weren't really paying attention anyway. You were too busy staring over at Izuku. You watched as he chewed on the end of his pen and his right leg bounce up and down as he listened closely to the lesson, occasionally making notes. You feel your face blush and you look away, putting your face in your hands, ashamed of yourself. Stop it! You don't like him! You can't fall in love with him! You thought to yourself and desperately tried to hide your blush.

It was finally time for hero training and after everyone got changed into their gym uniforms, they met Aizawa in Gym Gamma. "Alright, I'm going to put everyone into random pairs and you'll spar together." He tells everyone in his tired, emotionless voice. He read down his clipboard when he comes to your name. "L/N and Midoriya." You inwardly groan and roll your eyes. Of course you would be paired with HIM.

Deku smiles as you two find a place to train. "I don't want you to hold back!" Deku tells you. "Wasn't planning on it." You point out and get into a fighting stance. His quirk activates and he ran at you with fast speed but you dodge to the side and stretch out your arm to touch him and trap him inside a card. However, Deku recovered too fast and grabbed your wrist, swung you around, and threw you away. You manage to land on your legs without sustaining any injuries. Thank you for teaching me what you know, Toga! You thought to yourself as you catch your breath and look up at Deku who stood across the gym from you.

Deku ran at you again and you dodged to the side again, but when he turned to grab you, you weren't anywhere to be seen. "What the-" He says confused before he feels someone kick him in the back hard, causing him to fall down. He looks behind him to see you. He was impressed by how you avoided him! It was so similar to how Toga fights! He thought to himself. You touch him and he is replaced by a 2 of Diamonds card. You pick it up and it showed a picture of Deku on the card.

"I win!" You tell him with a smirk before you rip the card and he is released. "Wow, that was impressive Y/N! Totally caught me off guard! I'm surprised by your fighting style. Very familiar." He tells you, causing you blush slightly and look away. "Uh yeah well, my parents taught me as a kid." You quickly lie. I hope he didn't figure it out!

Training ends and you all get cleaned up before heading back to the dorms. You were walking back alone when you hear a voice from behind. "Hey Y/N!" Deku calls out as he runs up and walks beside you. "Hey, what's up?" You ask. "I just wanted to tell you how great you did during training again! If I'm being honest, I've always seen you as this really cool person and.. I just... wanted to let you know." He tells you as he looked away, his face almost a blushing mess, causing you to blush and look away too.

"u-hm thanks.. I guess." You mutter. Deku waves goodbye and runs ahead, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Did he just.. confess to me? You think to yourself. The buzzing of your phone grabs your attention and you pick it up to see a text message from Shigaraki.

It's happening tomorrow. Okay, got it.

You smile an sigh of relief. Finally. I'll be free from this awful place! You thought to yourself before happily skipping back to the dorms. As you walk in, Mina bounces up to you. "Hey Y/N-Chan! We're gonna have a karaoke night! Once you're settled in come back downstairs!" She tells you excitedly. You were about to turn her down and head to your dorms, not usually caring to join in on the class parties. But since you'll be gone by tomorrow, might as well have a LITTLE fun

"Okay!!" You reply happily and head to your dorms. Why were you so excited? Because you'd be leaving tomorrow? Nonetheless, you get changed into your lounge wear and then joined the rest of the class (minus Bakugou) downstairs. The class took turns singing, some more hilarious than others. Denki and Mineta sang I Kissed A Girl which made everyone laugh. Momo sang Crybaby, of course when Jiro sang everyone almost fell asleep to her lovely voice. You even got up there and sang Pretty Little Psycho and Sweet but Psycho. Two of yours and Toga's favorite songs.

As you sat on the couch with your classmates, having fun laughing and singing, and even hearing Deku sing (or more accurately tried to sing but you could barely hear him poor shy baby) made you realize something. Something you never thought about until now. You suddenly felt your heart start racing and water building up in your eyes. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom and once inside you slump against the wall and fall to the floor, starting to silently sob and hide your face in your knees.

You didn't realize it til now, but you actually like your classmates! You don't want to leave and betray them! They made you laugh, smile, and feel free! Sure you were great friends with Toga, but you didn't want to go back to that dark, dingy hideout with a bunch of villains! You wanted to stay and maybe start something with Izuku! But no.. I have to betray them! They'll kill me otherwise! You thought to yourself while you still cried.

Forgive me everyone.... Izuku...

"Everyone stay inside the classroom!" Aizawa yells at his students as the villain alarm goes off and he runs out of the classroom. "I can't believe the League of Villains are attacking the school!" Asui exclaims as the class was all worried. You were too, but for other reasons. You were feeling guilt, knowing how you have to betray them. You take a deep breath and run out the room, ignoring your classmates cries for you to come back.

You find where all of the pros were fighting the villains when Aizawa spots you. "L/N! Get back in the classroom!" He yells. You rub your eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa.." You mutter. Before he could respond you touch him and he turns into a card, just in time for your classmates to run up and witness. "Y/N-chan? What are you doing??" Sero asks as they stand dumbfounded. "You haven't heard? Y/N works for us. She was the traitor all along." Shigaraki says with a smirk as he stood behind you and placed his hands (Not all five fingers) on your shoulders.

Your class and teachers gasp in shock as you look up at them with a sad, guilty face and glossy eyes, rubbing one of your arms. Your gaze meets Deku's green doe eyed expression, causing your heart to shatter and look away. "She was such a good actor, wasn't she? Able to fool all of you since the USJ incident! It's just wonderful!" Toga adds, happily patting your shoulder. "And now, say goodbye to your teacher as well." Shigaraki says as he grabs the card from your hand and was about to turn it to dust.

Your eyes widen and before you could think, tears started falling down your face. "NO!" You scream and snatch the card from him, backing away from him. "I'm not gonna be your puppet anymore! I've grown to like my classmates and teachers, and I won't let you ruin it anymore for them!" You yell angrily. "What does it matter? You really think you'll be able to resume your studies after what you've betrayed them?" Dabi asks with a sly smirk.

"I don't care about me, I care about them!" You tell him before ripping the card which releases Aizawa. That causes all of the pros to pounce on the villains. They escaped but at least no one was harmed, other than the villains. After they retreated, the attention turned back to you, and you grew hot with embarrassment and guilt as you look down. "I'm sorry that I betrayed you all. They were gonna kill me if I didn't but it doesn't excuse my actions.." You tell them, yet they all stayed silent.

You feel hot tears forming at your eyes and you grip the sides of your uniform skirt/pants. "I-i'll go.." You mutter out and start heading for the door, but a hand on your shoulder stops you. "L/N," You recognized the voice of your teacher, but you didn't dare to look back at him. You couldn't face him. "Don't go yet. Come with me to Principle Nezu." He says and you nod. "As for the rest of you, head back to the dorms for today." He dismisses his class and they all do so without saying another word.

Meanwhile you go with Aizawa to Nezu's office.

The class all waited in the common rooms of the dorms, anxiously waiting for your return. "I hope Y/N-chan is ok." Tsu comments, breaking the tense silence. "Yeah! I mean, it isn't her fault. She had no choice!" Kirishima agreed. "Let's just hope Principle Nezu sees that too." Iida tells his classmates. Meanwhile, Deku couldn't even speak as he paced back and forth. I don't want her to leave! I have to tell her first! He thought to himself.

The door finally opens and everyone turns their attention to see only Aizawa walk in, causing their hopes to drop. "L/N gets to stay." He tells them as you finally walk in with a small smile which soon grew as everyone became happy and charge at you with laughter and surround you in a giant group hug, making you laugh. "Thank you guys! I really don't deserve this." You tell them as they all break apart. "Don't be so modesty! You do!" Mina squeals as she hugs you.

"This calls for a celebration!!!" Denki yells.

As you laugh from how hilarious everyone is being, you look through the window to see Deku sitting out on the front porch. You get up and head outside. "Aren't you gonna come in and celebrate?" You ask and he turns his head to look at you standing a few feet away. "Oh, yeah, I will!" He replies but then goes back to looking at the stars in the night sky. Your smile disappears and you walk over and sit beside him silently, staring down at the ground.

You two sat in silence for some time until you break it. "Do you hate me..?" You ask quietly, almost like how you don't want him to answer it. But you had to know. He looks over at you with a shocked expression. "No no! If anything it's the opposite!" He quickly tells you, catching you off guard. He smiles and grabs your hand with his scarred one. "I'm glad that you get to stay. Very happy! I mean... I really like you... i-i mean LIKE like you!" He stutters while his face becomes as red as a tomato.

You also blush hard and smile with a small giggle.

"I LIKE like you too."

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