Written Death

Part 3~Funeral

Izuku stood by the side of the house, watching the grieving families. He crossed his arms over his chest, not wanting to go inside. Not only were the class 1-A students in there but there were his godparents who would expect him to be grieving. This wasn't going to be easy to explain.

Charlie walked up to Izuku, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Izuku shrugged off the hand before turning around, hugging his stomach.

"Because you used to be friends."

"Not any more." Izuku's expression became dark, his eyes becoming dull. He let out a small sigh before pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on. "Come on, let's get this over with."

Charlie nodded, linking arms with Izuku so he couldn't run away, she half led, half dragged him into the house. Bakugo's picture was on the small coffee table with a series of candles and flowers placed around it.

Izuku quickly located his godparents and dragged Charlie towards them. "Mitsuki... Masura... I'm so sorry," Izuku whispered, faking the huge emotion that was pulling at his chest.

"Oh, Izu. I'm sorry too," Masura swiftly pulled Izuku into a hug, rubbing the child's back. "I know you loved him too, close as brothers. If you ever need to talk, we can listen."

Shaking his head, Izuku pushed his godfather away. "I know. And mum and I will always be here for you."

"I know I'm not much, but so will I." Charlie stepped forward, smiling solemnly.

"Thank you, both of you. I hope you find peace in your own way and time," Mitsuki said quickly, acting very differently to her usual... over the top style.

The two teens watched as Mitsuki and Masura were greeted by another associate.

"I thought you two and Bakugo didn't get along."

Both jumped at the new voice, spinning around to look at the yellow haired teen with a lighting bolt stripe. He looked slightly strange with a black suit and yellow hair. Kirishima was by his side with Sero- who was eating some of the mini sandwiches.

"We didn't," Izuku whispered back, calming down now he knew who was speaking. "But they do not know that and they do not need to know that."

"Why do you say that? Why pretend to be grieving when you clearly are not?"

Sighing, Izuku looked at Sero. "Katsuki and I had a complicated relationship. When we were little, we were very close. Mitsuki is my godmother like how my mum is Katsuki's, that meant we spent a lot of time together. The only problem was that as we grew up we became distant. Katsuki bullied me for my Quirk and that mixed with my grief over my father's death until I couldn't take it anymore. After that, our relationship never really recovered."

Kirishima looked horrified by Izuku's tale but didn't say anything; he couldn't.

"However, there was a silent agreement between us that we would never let our families know how distant we became. We didn't want them to know and so hid it, I guess we still are."

Charlie wrapped her arms around Izuku's shoulders as he smiled at her.

A scream of disgust brought their attention away as they spotted a lady Izuku recognised as Himari glaring at Mineta who was being held up by Yao-momo. Jiro was by her side, stabbing Mineta with her earphone jack.

Mineta was saying something ranched while Jiro whispered-shouted at him, deciding it would be best to remove him from the room. Just another fake hero.

Charlie smiled upon spotting the two girls, leaving the boys to go talk to them. Once again, Izuku internally screamed at her attachment. If she gets attached now, it will get in the way. Heroes and villains do not get to be friends, let along anything more.

"So, you hungry," Sero asked, holding out some of the sandwitches.

Izuku smiled softly, taking one and putting it in his mouth. He hummed in delight, Mitsuki always wade the best sandwiches.

Kirishima motioned for them to leave, deciding that the group probably wasn't right for the current setting. Izuku sat on the wall, pulling one of his legs up onto it while the other dangled off. Kirishima sat next to him while Sero was on his other side. Lastly, Kamianri sat on the floor.

"So, what is it like attending U.A?" Izuku tried to keep his curiosity away because, while Charlie was a great spy, she often wasn't the best at describing things and the few things she did describe were usually... contorted.

"It's really amazing! We get taught by these super cool heroes! We even get taught by All Might," Kaminari cheered, Izuku's smile faltering at the hero's name. All Might was not a proper hero.

"Sounds nice," Izuku sagged his shoulders forward, thinking over the idea.

"It is. You want to become a hero too, Izuku," Kirishima asked, noticing the other's posture.

"No... not really. I used to though. A very long time ago."

"What changed?" Sero looked up at Izuku who sighed.

"My father died during a villian attack. The hero who was fighting was careless and led to his death, I guess my views on heroes never recovered after that. Doesn't help that my quirk ain't the most heroic or useful one in the world."

"What's your Quirk?"

Izuku smiled slightly, this was going to be fun. "I can see gods and demons that walk on this plane."

Ryuk looked insulted as he gasped angrily. "That is not a Quirk, that is a sacred gift given to you by my power! You are nothing without me!"

Izuku let out a happy laugh, swinging his legs slightly. The others gave him a weird look as Izuku gave them an innocent smile. "My apologies. I befriended a god a few years back and now he follows me around. He is quite funny."

The boys muttered uncertainly under their breath before Kirishima asked the question. "How is seeing gods a villainous Quirk?"

Izuku let out a small laugh before sitting up straight. "Who ever said gods were good?"

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Charlie glared at the purple boy walking across the wall. He had that look on his face. "Hey, Izu. The targets in sight. Am I free to move in?"

"Yeah. Time to purge this fake hero."