•regret• izuku midoriya x reader

Prologue (1/2)

Heads up y/n is 5 in this chapter!

Nobody's POV

A small h/c haired girl was playing in the school yard after kindergarten with a few of her friends. (Not the same school as izuku or katsuki lol. And I'm adding in a female friend named Aria and a male friend named Micah.)
"Y/N-CHAAAAAAN!!!" A slightly smaller girl shouted as she hopped back to y/n and Micah holding a caterpillar. "GUYS LOOK! LOOK! DO YOU THINK ITS GONNA BE A PRETTY BUTTERFLY ONE DAY!?"
"Haha! Maybe one day, Aria!" Y/n responded with a giggle. None of them had gotten their quirks yet. They were all too young. Then, another class mate came up to the three kids wanting to know what the fuck they where screeching about.
"Hey why the HECK are you guys screaming!" The boy asked with a huff. Aria showed him the caterpillar on her finger with a bright smile on her face.
"EW! Why are you touching that! Girls play with barbies not bugs!"
Micah stood up from his spot in the sand box.
"Um actually we can play with whatever we want so..." the bratty boi looked like he had enough and smacked the caterpillar out of Arias hand and onto the ground. After he stomped on it and ran back to his friends. Aria was devastated.
"Now he'll never get to grow up into a pretty little butterfly..." aria said as tears started to form in her eyes. But even if they didn't know it yet, Aria and Micah wouldn't be able to grow like that pretty caterpillar either.

Y/Ns POV:
I felt anger boil inside me. Not for what he did to the bug, I couldn't care less about caterpillars, but I cared about Aria. Seeing someone make her cry made a feeling rise in me that I've never felt before. He hurt Arias feelings. I wanted to hurt him too. I wanted him to beg for forgiveness. I felt strangely... powerful? I began to feel sick. Like something was coming up my Throat. My vision was blurring and my hearing was beginning to block. I could see black surrounding my vision as I felt something roll down my cheek. They weren't tears. It burned my cheek as they rolled down my baby soft skin. I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I couldn't see anything at all. Just the sound of screaming that was slowly getting drowned out by whatever was also coming out of my ears, mouth, and nose now. I could faintly make out pleas and begs of people. Screaming at me to stop. The voices faded out as I slowly felt my consciousness slip away.

Le time skippy (same POV)

I awoke to the sound of police sirens screaming in the distance. My eyes felt heavy and I was laying in a puddle of metallic smelling liquid. I brought my hands up to rub my eyes as I felt the stinging sensation from earlier come back. I opened my eyes to see my fellow classmates and teachers scattered on the ground surrounded by pools of their blood. I looked down at my bloodied hands and tried to remember what happened.
"Don't tell me... I-... I didn't d-do this...did I..?"
' I know what happens to people like me. What are they called? Villains? I don't want to be a villain! I heard what they do to them on the news. Lock them up in cages, feed them nothing but chalky rice and baby carrots! I don't want to be a bad guy!' My thoughts were put on hold when the sirens only got louder. Like a sickening melody made just to remind me of what I just did. I did the only thing my small mind could think of. Run. Run until my legs couldn't carry my farther. I took off in the opposite direction of the screams the sirens were letting out. I heard the police car doors open and slam shut and they ran out and let out gasps and exchanged looks of disgust. I turned dozens of corners and ran through tons of streets until I made it to a small creek with a little wooden bridge above. I saw my reflection in the water and gasped. My face was covered in this black substance that looked like it came from my eyes and mouth. I was sweating from the amount I ran and I had dirt and sand covering my clothes, legs, and bare feet. Then I noticed the blood. It was everywhere. My hands, face, shirt, you name it. I broke down into loud sobs and curled up into a ball, leaning my back against the side of the bridge. I realized how concerning it would've been to see a five year old sobbing coated in blood, but lucky for me it was a pretty peaceful and quiet park. Minus the approaching footsteps. Wait... FOOTSTEPS!?!

Aizawas POV:
I was walking around the more quiet parts of the city when I noticed a strong metallic smell that I immediately recognized as blood. I noticed small bloody finger prints on the corner of  a bridge along with small streaks and drops. 'What in the ever loving fuck is going on' I thought. I put on my goggles and quickly but cautiously approached the scene. I soon heard soft cries, gasps and sobs. I walked up and saw a little h/c haired girl who had to have been no more than 5 years old.
"Hey," I started in the kindest voice I could manage, though it still seemed to scare her. "are you all right? Where are your parents?" She looked at me like she thought she was gonna die. "I-IM SORRY! PLEASE D-DONT HURT M-ME...! P-please..." the little girl yelled as she scooted away from me as quick as she could, almost falling into the pond. "Hey it's ok I'm not going to hurt you. I'm Eraserhead, can you tell me what your name is?" I started hoping to get somewhere with this.
"U-um... it's y-y/n... uh y/n l/n, sorry...!"