Shattered Green

Chapter 3

(𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕘𝕘𝕘𝕘 ) 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥. (I wrote this little thing at the top when i first started writing this chapter, so a few weeks ago, and its still pretty relevent. Which is pretty sad if i do say so myself).

-Izuku's POV-

"She's dead" 

(I though about just ending the chapter here and being a little shit, but alas there is not enough people reading to witness my fantastic humour)

Aizawa's face softened, barely, and he lowered his voice, "Do you live alone then?"

Izuku scoffed, "Eraserhead, honey, do I look like the kind of person who tells their entire life story to someone who they just met?"

Izuku lent backwards dramatically, while Aizawa grumbled and took another sip of his coffee. "Fine, why are you here then? No self-respecting vigliante would just show up at a pro-heros home, unless they're dying or something."

"HOLY SHIT ARE YOU DYING??" 

"Mic! Quiet!"

Izuku chuckled lightly, kicking his legs back and forth while he sat, "No, i'm not dying, sadly." He coughed a little "I just need some, uh,  help?" He waited a spilt second only to be answered with slightly shocked faces, he jumped off the stool and started to walk towards the door, "Well, it seems like you cant help me with my problem, i'll just be going now." 

(Can i just say this feels real rushed, like him leaving so quick, and also the story in general. It just feels too quick. Tell me to slow down if you think i need too)

"Wait, wait, wait, We never said we couldn't help you with your problem, mostly as you didnt tell us what it was, but, maybe we can help?" Mic's eyes shifted from Izuku to Aizawa, and Aizawa returned his glance with a roll of the eyes and a small nod in Midoriya's direction.

Izuku stood still, glancing between the two, who seemed to be having a silent conversation and he decided to take his chance to commit exit.He slipped out the door, after the two had gone from said silent conversation to a loud argument on whether or not they should help the vigilante.  

-3rd person pov (kinda)-

Izuku's current plan was pretty simple, slip out the door and out of the lives of those two pesky pro-hero's, who care too much about his well being for someone they just met, just saying. Izuku put his mind back on track. Things never go on track for the young man, or maybe he chooses them too not go correctly, hes not really sure, anyway, Izuku was currently following Shinso down the street. You cant blame him now can you? Izuku's thoughts were all for leaving the lives of these people and never returning, but once he saw the purple floof of hair that belonged to the hottie he had met an hour and a half ago, he couldn't not follow him, now could he?

Izuku liked to think of himself as a simple man, and as a simple man he had to follow the hottie down the street. The boy was probably heading to the UA campus, as he was in uniform, Izuku had absolutely no intention of following the boy right to UA he was just going to follow him for awhile, and then get the fuck out of dodge before he gets himself arrested.

Izuku prides himself on knowing the streets well, thinks of himself as a expert, and Shinso was not heading in the correct direction. The boy took a sharp turn down an ally, and Izuku followed, like an idiot.

"Why are you following me?"

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