[Midoryia's POV]
I stare at myself in the mirror, hunched over the counter, at my sunken tired eyes, dark circles rest under my eyes, scars everywhere. I look absolutely dreadful. My previously poofy green hair is weighted and dull, I've tried to keep up with going to the gym but once I became enveloped in my own fantasy world I just stopped. So I've lost a lot of weight and muscle, actually now that I think about it, I look more like All Might in small form.
Of course not that skeletal, but I do look pitiful.
I change from my gross stained white t-shirt to a black hoodie, I put on my black glasses and check to see if it hides my tired eyes, but it doesn't really. I plan on leaving at dusk. I put a small pocketknife in the pocket of the hoodie and lounge around watching tv and daydreaming waiting to leave.
I peek out of my apartment at the horizon, barely visible through the cracks of the huge towering buildings surrounding the complex. It's turning an orange hue so I pet Dao goodbye and step out onto the balcony. My neighbor Rose stands outside leaning against the railing, smoking as usual.
I hardly ever see her not smoking. She turns to me and gives me a small smile.
"Hey boy," She greets.
"Heya Rose." I smile and start to head for the stairs.
"Going gambling again?" She sounds a little irritated.
"Not tonight."
"Stop worrying your friends like that," She says sternly, a spike of anger shoots through my chest but dissipates just as fast.
"I'll try Rose. Have a nice night." I practically jump down the stairs and make a left after I leave the parking lot to head to The League's base. It hasn't really changed throughout the years, there's no reason too. It's been pretty boring in terms of crime since I left.
I live maybe a 45-minute walk away from The League, which is convenient but also a bit unnerving. They could show up at any minute.
The entire walk there I pay the utmost attention to my surroundings, any noise makes my paranoia spike as I check behind me and everywhere I could possibly see, scared someone might jump me or follow me.
I finally arrive and knock on the door of the deserted apartment complex's backdoor. It's opened, and I walk in.
"Heya guys," I greet Shigaraki whose sitting at the bar, and Toga who instantly wraps me in a constricting hug. Dabi sits on the couch looking as indifferent as ever.
"Hey brat," Dabi greets.
"Izu!!" Toga cheers. Shigaraki just glares, which is as good of a greeting that I'm gonna get.
"What's up?" I ask, sitting a couple of stools away from Shigaraki, facing everyone.
"We need you to do something for us," Shigaraki explains, "There's a man we need information on. Here, take this," He gives me a handwritten list of what they need, and what they already know, including a picture of the man taped to the paper.
He looks friendly enough, average salaryman attire, short brown hair and brown eyes, thin. Doesn't look like a threat really.
"May I ask what the motive is?"
"He's the brother of a Yakuza member who owes us."
"So you're gonna kill him?"
"Maybe." There's a smile on his face, I only shrug and fold the paper and stick it in my pocket. Not my brother, not my problem.
"Cool. I'll see what I can do."
"Aww c'mon Izu!" Toga teases, "Where's the excitement? Wheres the little smile? You're so boring now!"
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Redemption {Book Two}
Fanfiction3 years after the events of Book One, Midoryia finds himself alone and burdened by the fact that One for All is going to waste. In an effort to remedy this, he sets off to search for a better way to use his power and perhaps find some excitement in...
