"What the hell?" Is the first sentence that comes out of Midoriya Izuku's mouth when he turns the corner.
"Whoah," says the person less than six feet away from him jumping back, face-that's my face, holy hell that's my face-twisting into an almost familiar look of anger and wariness, pulling out a fucking gun and pointing it right at Izuku, sending his heart rate skyrocketing. "Who the fuck are you and which asshole sent you after me?"
It's understandable that Izuku short-circuits and at in his current state of internal soon-to-be external screaming the only thing that he has the brain power to do at the moment is slip into a fighting position and take a breath in to say, "I'm going to have to ask you to come peacefully, I'm a UA student with a provisional licence and am allowed to take physical action!"
"Yeah right, and I'm a duck, quack quack bitch," the doppelganger snarks back, "you don't seem to have heard my question, though last I checked we both speak fluent Japanese, so I'll repeat myself for your shitty ass ears: Who the fuck are you and which asshole sent you after me?"
The store attendant chooses that moment to find them facing off against each other in the shoe aisle of the mall. The poor soul promptly drops the boxes he had been holding and just books it. A murmur of "Nope, nope, nope, nope-" can be heard under his breath as he makes a dash in, presumably, the direction of the exit.
"Look what you've done now, that bitch looks like he pissed his fucking pants, hilarious but you still haven't answered me." says-Toga? A clone from Twice? Villain?- the look-alike, ignoring the fact that he's still holding a gun to the other boy's face.
Izuku turns his attention back to not-him when he speaks. "Well, I'm still confused but if we're doing this," Izuku starts, "I'm Midoriya Izuku and I wasn't sent by anybody except Aizawa-sensei, and that was just to get a new pair of shoes." The other still has a suspicious expression. "Kacchan gets angry easily and my shoes were in the line of fire." He adds, as if the stranger would understand who "Kacchan" was and why exactly he'd go after his shoes of all things.
Surprisingly, he does.
"...did wearing red high tops every-fucking-day finally get to him?"
Izuku looks at the presumed villain with alarm, "...every day since I was 3 and found them in a flea market when my mom was invited to a wedding?"
"And the dress she picked might have had actual fucking fleas..."
"That was a gaudy, red nightmare that's still traumatic to remember..."
The impostor-but is he really? Not even mom knew what I thought of that thing!-gives a violent shudder. "My name is also Midoriya Izuku but I sure as hell don't go to UA-or any hero school actually, they all rejected me for being quirkless, at least UA had the decency to tell me I failed the general education exam but I'm pretty sure that's also bullshit. I don't know how the fuck you managed to get into their biggoted school."
"Wait, what about One For A-"
"Get the fuck out."comes a voice from behind them.
Izuku looks towards the voice to see a skinny, dark-skinned old woman who might have looked frail were it not for the take-no-shit expression on her face. He could say with confidence that she could probably throw him through a wall with the sheer aura of intimidation she was giving off. Heck, she put even Kacchan's "you're-going-to-die-now" face to shame.
"Wha-"starts the other boy, who notices the woman a second after Izuku does, but by then she's already marched up to the two and grabbed them by the backs of their collars. Paying no mind to the gun now held limply at one of the boys' sides.
Words fail Izuku as he and his counterpart are downright dragged to the exit and thrown out the doors of the mall. He thinks he sees the store attendant that first saw them facing off, glaring at them as he hides behind the cash register.
"I've put too much blood, sweat, and tears of my employees into making this fucking mall successful to have it end up like Kiyashi. Fucking UA and their fucking Hell Class." Can be heard from the manager- because having her personality in a position under anyone on earth is a snowball's chance in Hell -as Izuku lands on the sidewalk outside the mall. The other boy lands on top of Izuku with enough force he swears he hears his ribs cracking.
With a last furious glower from the manager, who, on a closer look, has pointed ears and a few traces of gold in her stark-white hair, she says, "If I ever catch wind of any sort of UA shit so much as breathing in my mall's direction, I swear to fuck I'll send so much shit your way Nezu'll wish I got it over with and just fucking murdered him."
It's no surprise the two teenagers immediately compromise to take a page out of the store attendant's book and get the hell outta there. Never so much as looking back once, convinced the Erinye-like lady would make good on her threat if they did so much as breathe in the mall's direction.
Nothing brings people together like the mutual feeling of not wanting to be skinned alive.
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DISCLAIMER: this is a fanfiction set in the Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia universe which belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
I have only seen up until episode 90/the last episode of season 5/chapter 193 in the mangaI'm planning on giving this story a bad ending, not as in low quality, just not a happy ending.
That said I have no idea what I'm doing, this is my third story on my profile and I'm entrusting my skills to the fact that I've read literal hundreds of fics on archiveofourown.org/AO3 and wattpad. English is my first language and I know basic grammar but if I fumble please let me know with a comment.
That being said I'll also type like a frikin turtle but I'll update as much as possible.
The first chapter will not stay this short. I just needed to get this idea out onto somewhere before writer's block yote me through the wall.
One more note, it physically pains me to write profanity. I have nothing against it! It gives characters more realism, but the last time I called someone the b-word was way back in 6th grade.
I find profanity hilarious though, especially when people get creative. So while I might be a sailor in the story when I'm writing characters, I will only use extreme profanity out of necessity.
Well, this marks the end of the authors note because at this point it's longer than the actual frackin summary but you can look forward to fanfic recommendations in authors notes if the actual story is trash!
Have a good day!-Tai
The title is from the song Raging on a Sunday by Bhones which is a damn good song.
The Emerald Prince by whimsical_girl_357 is a damn good book on wattpad, check it out! I'll put the link in in the comments cause that's the only place they work.
the image links for the cover are from
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/23362491807869639/
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https://www.pinterest.com/pin/652459064766234106/
working links will be posted in the comments
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I Should Be In Church(But I'm Raging On A Sunday)
Fanfiction"Yeah right, and I'm a duck, quack quack bitch," the doppelganger snarks back, "you don't seem to have heard my question, though last I checked we both speak fluent Japanese, so I'll repeat myself for your shitty ass ears: Who the fuck are you and w...
