꧁Anyone Can Be a Vigilante꧂

Chapter Eight: Dekiru

Chapter Eight: Dekiru

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Part One: His Purpose

"I wasn't expecting to meet the great Jade Rabbit, in fact I didn't know Katsuki was going to introduce me to his other friends at all but, if it's not too much to ask...Midoriya, what is your purpose in this field of occupations? What is your purpose as a vigilante?"

"...You've outstayed your visit, Icyhot, finish up your bowl of soba and leave, I'll clean the dishes."

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"Quirks, something that deems your worth, at the age of 4-6 (maybe even 8) your future is planned, whether you can become a hero, villain, lost cause or anything in between all comes down to quirks. Something uncontrollable, something I'll never have the luxury of having. In another world, surely, I'd have one, that's what I use to say in hopes of a non-existent Izuku being happy but no, it's possible yet not definite. Then again, why should I be happy for the other "me", the one that gets a happy life, a quirk, gets to attend school, the chance to socialize and have a healthy mum when all I can do is watch as mine lays unconscious in the hospital bed.

You reap what you sow, what a lie. What have I sowed to reap this land; did I kill someone while in the womb? If not, then explain why fate has chosen this path for me. Unable to go to school, all because mother insisted to, meaning I was homeschooled, and according to her I would've been infected by the other kid's germs. And what has she done to deserve such an illness and on top of that a quirkless son? Cancer at the age of 16 and still forced to perceive through the pain, she must have committed a hit and run. Finally, she gets chemotherapy only to be put into a coma due to CIPN."

"The bleep are you doing, Deku?"

"Ah, you're awake, you know, knocking on the door every once and a while wouldn't hurt you, Kacchan." He chuckles, softly, a slight bit of unease dripping from his voice as he folds the note up and places it in his pocket.

"Don't try and change the subject and tell me what you're writing."

"Some nurse said I should write my feelings down and burn the piece of paper for "my own wellbeing." She's nice and all, doing more than she's paid to by caring about the patient's family but it's getting rather annoying, I gave in and now I'm here."

The ex-blonde just gives him a look saying something along the lines of 'so you chose to do this in your lunch break at work?' but lets the cress-haired boy be, too tired to deal with this bleep. Wordlessly yet still eyeing the other boy sitting in a long lounge chair found in waiting rooms. Logically, Katsuki ignored every other free seat as he walked towards said boy and sits on the armrest.

"Dekiru, lunch break is over, let's go over your latest scoop and- oh Ikari, I didn't notice you were here, my apologies."

"It's whatever old man, I was about to leave anyways, just thought someone I was looking for might've been here."

"I'm back, gotta admit, got some strange looks for walking out of a corner shop with only a lighter but-" The second greenet abandons all previous promises to keep his stoic face while outside and fights the urge to bounce on his feet.

"Kontorōru, good to see you again, that's your name, right? Aizawa sure did pick a good apprentice if you're friends with Dekiru over here."

So many words feel unsaid as Shinsou stares expectantly at Izuku, wishing for answers (mainly on who Dekiru is) while the latter is a blushing mess and Bakugou looks lividly at the insomniac "Sewer-man" (the new nickname appearing mid fight between who is the better pet owner.) Detective Tsukauchi just hands the broccoli some papers, pats him on the head and disappears around the corner but not before raising an eyebrow at the group of teens as he senses the tension.