There happens kidnappings, and the kidnapped are not happy about this.
Howaitokirā didn't know how he ended up here, okay, fuck that, he knew completely how he ended up here.
And by here, he means with a body crumbling to the floor with blood booling under them, in front of him, traumatising him even further than before... Awesome.... Can you hear the sarcasm in his voice?
Maybe he should just start at the start of the day, and how he really ended up in this situation, because right now it makes no sense at all.
Howaitokirā woke up to the purring of Sutōkā, who was sleeping in Howaitokirā arms, somehow, because Howaitokirā sleeps in a tight curl, and he doesn't move from it unless someone wakes him up, which is by walking into his room, touching him at all, or even moving an inch in the room he was sleeping in.
And Howaitokirā hadn't got rid of the habit, it was one of the habits his parents had wanted him to have, and seemed like they came in handy when living on the streets.
Because now no one can sneak up on him, no one can steal any of his belongings, and nobody can kidnap him in his sleep, expect Sutōkā, who always finds ways to surprise Howaitokirā.
Howaitokirā doesn't like it. Not at all, he hates that Sutōkā can sneak up on him, and he wouldn't even be able to defend himself before the danger was already too close.
Howaitokirā uncurled from around Sutōkā, and then sat up to get going for the next round of stealing, because there are alot of people in the streets at day time, and Howaitokirā doesn't know why they don't come out at night.
Because it was as beautiful at night, as it was at day time, maybe even more beautiful, and it Was all because of the sky's color, the silence, the time he could relax himself, and now he knows why he doesn't want people to be out at night.
They would just destroy whatever peace Howaitokirā had at the moment, and then all the noises would get louder, and then he would have to steal even more, because that's what he's doing to survive.
When Howaitokirā got up from the bed, he heard Sutōkā make a pitiful sound, and it almost sounded like a whine of 'Come baaaack, we still have enough time to do things!', and wasn't that really specific?
Sutōkā stopped whining when Howaitokirā was nowhere near the bed, and only let out a cat like huff, and all Howaitokirā could make of that was 'fine, be like that then.', he should stop understanding what the cat is saying, 'cause soon he'll turn out like the crazy cat-ladies on tv.
Howaitokirā was walking around the swarm of people, and when he saw one of the rich looking people, he would let his sticky fingers take whatever they could before he would have to return the wallet.
Because even he had some morals, even if his morals were to give back the wallet... Even if it was empty, or if it didn't have their personal licence in it, Howaitokirā doesn't know why he even collects those, he just felt like it.
Howaitokirā heard a familiar voice from behind him, and now he's speed walking away, because if he started to run someone would think he was a kid throwing a tantrum. (And that has happened to him before, they just let go of him when they realised that he had the wrong hair color, or that he looked homeless.)
But Howaitokirā didn't get far, because now he was under a eleven year old Kacchan, who was sitting on top of Howaitokirā with all of his weight.
Howaitokirā got ready to scream, but seems like Kacchan learnt from last time, and bought an apple, because now Howaitokirā was under a Kacchan with an apple muffling his screams.
"Izuku, shut up! I'm bringing you home, and then you're going to the hospital!" Said a angry Kacchan, and all of that said to Howaitokirā 'be ready to be thrown into jail!'.
Howaitokirā used his hands that were free, to try, and free himself from under Kacchan, because he would much rather live on the streets than be in jail for who knows how long!
And was he even old enough to go to prison?!
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Oh fuck him, Howaitokirā was so stupid, how was he supposed to go to jail if he was only eleven, and what really would happen to him, nobody really knows what happened to the Midoriya family.
He would probably end up in a mental hospital of he told people what happened, wait no, he doesn't want to go there! That's as bad as fucking prison!
Howaitokirā kicked his leg upwards like a ballerina, and hit Kacchan with strength he didn't know he had in him, maybe he finally let himself get over his fanboying for Kacchan, and could say that the other can fuck off!
"OW!"
Ok, maybe not, because that ow sounded really aggressive, and Howaitokirā always ends up in pain when Kacchan has that kind of tilt to his voice, but at least he got the other off of him.
He got the other off.
Howaitokirā scrambled up from the dirty ground, and used the rest of his courage to kick Kacchan's stomach with little strength so the other wouldn't end up crying, he hated making people cry, more specifically the people he liked.
But Howaitokirā couldn't stay there any longer, he had to get going, even if it meant to leave one of the wallets he stole, Kacchan will probably give it to the police, and say to give it to the owner.
Because Kacchan just had to be nice like that, because Howaitokirā never had the courage to speak up to authority, or any people in general, his parents had teached him to be humble towards people, but those weak feelings were thrown out the window when he killed them.
Howaitokirā ran for some time, and only stopped when he heard the familiar meow of Sutōkā, and started running again when he heard how panicked it sounded.
Sutōkā never sounded panicked, and if he did, it was when the cat himself was in danger, or when Howaitokirā was in more danger than he would usually be when he was out in the open.
He didn't get far, because not long after, he felt arms around his face, and then the feeling of a needle being pushed into his neck, and not long after all his fight was gone, and he was passed out in some strangers arms.
That's how he ended up with a body at his feet as he was tied to a chair, and the voice of a other kidnapped fellow screeching in surprise of the new development.
The person who screeched sounded older than Howaitokirā, but not by alot, because the voice hadn't seemed to go through their hormones yet, and they sounded more on the childish side.
Howaitokirā was glad that the kidnapped fellow was behind him, and not in front, because then he would have killed a innocent person, again, And he really didn't want to kill more innocent people.
Before Howaitokirā could utter a word, more people came into the room, and they came with speed, villain style, and then they dropped to the ground, because Howaitokirā still didn't have his glasses, and the people were in his sight.
He feels like the death, because it doesn't matter what he does, Howaitokirā always receives more deaths on his name, and namely more jail time on his papers, it must be in the fifteens already, because he can be called a fucking serial killer with the kills on his name.
He hopes that more people won't parge into the room, but looks like god hates him, or then god just wants him to kill people for him, Because his quirk isn't even a combination of his parents.
As more people come into the room looking for a threat, all they do is drop to the ground, and bleed from their open face holes, or then turn to dust like the ones with water quirks do when Howaitokirā quirk is used at them.
When nobody enters after a while, all Howaitokirā can do is let out a breath that sounds alot like a sob, and then pull himself together so he can get out of there, and go back to his home.
"... Does one of you know how to get out?" Howaitokirā asked desperately, but his question was answered with silence, and he thinks that the kidnapped fellow has gone into shock, but when he hears a shocked like sound from behind him, all he can think is how late the response came.
And how much it sounded like a fanboy meeting their idol for the first time, rather than a person seeing murder right in front of his eyes, for what Howaitokirā would think is the first time.
"... Wow, that was so cool.."
Ooouukaaayy, this person was now in Howaitokirā's list of people who are children and still do murder, but he couldn't really say anything, he was certainly more younger than the other.
"Are you okay? Like mentally???"
"Wh- Yes! I just didn't think anyone could be that fast!"
Howaitokirā will never tell this person that it was him who did this, because from what he has witnessed right now? It seems like the person has a bad home life, would get really clingy with him, would probably kidnap him, and then probably get him into drugs.
And he's too young for all of that, he knows that because of the internet, everyone under 18 should not have those, expect maybe bad home life, because that cannot be changed just like that.
Or pretty much nothing can be controlled of those, and it's all because it's life that leads you, and the gods are the ones who make you the way you are, so if people blame someone, they should blame gods.
Before Howaitokirā could say to the person how wrong that was, he heard a familiar voice come from the door, and all that entered Howaitokirā was awe as he covered his eyes with his hands. He didn't even realise his hands were free.
Before The god could say a word, Howaitokirā was talking.
"Dabi-Sama! I knew you would hear my prayer!" Howaitokirā hadn't prayed at all, but it wasn't that bad if he was in the presence of his god, he knew his god would forgive him.
"Oh gosh no, not the crazy kid." Howaitokirā decided to not acknowledge the words said by his god, and only smiled like he had just got the good shit.
"Are you here to save us, Dabi-sama? Because if you are, i already got rid of all of the bad guys!" Howaitokirā asked the obvious question from his god, and he couldn't careless about the silence that had entered the room the longer he spoke.
Dabi-Sama looked like he was trying hard not to just leave his presence, but then took notice of his words and walked over to him with a fake proud smile on his face.
And then he just patted his head with a weirded out look on his face, but it seemed to leave when he saw the person who was behind Howaitokirā.
Howaitokirā thinks that gods can't smile, because if it was fake, then it would mean that his god didn't like him, wait a moment, when had he took his hands off his face?
When Tomura had been on his way back to the bar, he hadn't thought he would be kidnapped right as he got out of the store he was in, but looks like the world had other plans for him.
And he and woken up not that long before the other two that had been kidnapped with him, but he couldn't help but realise that the one with green hair was pointed away from the two, when the two were face to face.
It could have something to do with his quirk, but Tomura couldn't be too sure before he saw the quirk in motion, and seemed like it would be easy from how when the two kids clearly younger than him woke up, someone entered the room.
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The person dropped to the ground with blood coming out of his eyes... it looked like his eye vessels popped, and then like his eyes would come out, but they dropped to the floor faster than Tomura could see.
It looked like one of the video games he had played, but more bloody, and much more realistic, Tomura didn't like how it looked at all, but at the same time it looked really cool, and he wished he could do it too.
When more people entered the room they all dropped to the ground like the first one, but he couldn't help but realise that some of them turned to dust, and that they didn't bleed at all in the process they died.
Tomura wants to know who can do it, then he could get Sensei to take them, and make them teach Tomura how to do it too, Tomura could be so much of help to Sensei after the lessons.
But first he had to know who did it, just so he can find them to teach him, because Tomura needs to find someone who can teach him how to be a strong villain for Sensei.
When people stopped entering the room, the green haired kid spoke up like he had seen far worse than he just saw, but Tomura couldn't help but realise that the kid in fornt of him was looking off into the unknown.
"... Does anyone know how to get out?" Tomura realised how desperate the kid sounded now, but all Tomura could answer the kid was with a awed voice.
"... Wow, that was so cool.."
Tomura felt stupid for saying that as an answer, but can anyone really blame him for it, he had just seen the coolest shit in his life!
"Are you okay? Like mentally???" The kid younger than Tomura aksed with a bevildered voice, as he seemed to tilt his head like a kitten.
"Wh- Yes! I just didn't think anyone could be that fast!" Tomura said in a protective voice, as he stared at the kids head which was still looking towards the door, he couldn't help but notice this.
Before Tomura could say anything anything more, he heard another persons voice come from outside the room, and he saw how the kid seemed to know the person, because he covered his eyes with his hands that had gotten free at some point.
Tomura was reduced to silence when the kid started to act as if a god was in his presence, because that must mean that this was the kids Sensei, 'cause Tomura acted just like that in Sensei's presence.
Before anyone could utter a word, the kid started to speak too much like a cultist when the normal looking teen entered the room, and when he did the teen said something quietly under his breath.
Tomura has come to a conclusion, and it is that this kid is now his, and he has to get the kid into his right mind, like right now.
So Tomura did the most logical thing, and removed the kids hands from his eyes as he continued to speak like a cultist to the normal man, he let the hands go when he realised that they hadn't turned to dust.
And wasn't that a new thing, because Tomura has turned his clothes into dust on accident when he tried to put on his clothes, seems like this kid was going to be his now.
Because there was no way he was going to let a not too much younger than him boy who won't turn into dust when he touches them leave him, and if that won't work, Tomura just has to ask help from Sensei!
Shouto had tried to run away from home, but in the process he got kidnapped by some gang, and he knew it was a kidnapping, just because father teached him all to know about heroics.
Even the ones that really shouldn't be told to a eleven years old child, Because last time he had to hang out with another child, they just ended up in tears and running to their own parents.
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Father hadn't liked that at all, and it ended up with him having to train more than usual, he felt really sore after that.
But right now he should pay attention to what was happening, because the bodies were dropping the moment they stepped into the room, and he hadn't looked again after seeing one of the people turning to dust.
It looked so painful, but so freeing at the same moment, because they had no time to scream before they were already dead, or before they were gone.
Shouto decided that the wall next to him was more interesting than the bodies dropping, so he only heard when the people who were kidnapped with him started speaking, and was quiet the whole time.
Until the new person entered, and the green haired one started to act like he just saw his parents come save him, but Shouto wouldn't know that, because he would just be disappointed if he saw his Father come in through the door.
He had tried hard to run away from him anyway.
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He also wishes to know why the strange man was giving him more attention than the two who were more louder than Shouto... Maybe the man was a kidnapper too?