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Assistant: Title: Regenerate, Fate
        Author: Jellofello Jellofello 
        Chapter: 12/78 
        Summary: Announced legally dead, he creates a new identity: Izuku Midoriya.Eraserhead is tasked with bringing down one of Japan's most wanted vigilantes by the name of Oni. Little does he know, the vigilante is in his homeroom class. The result of my fondness for vigilante!Izuku and the concept of a Deadpool au.
        Contents: Chapter 12
    

    

        
          
          
            a chapter before sh@t may or may not hit the fan
          
        

      
        
          HUGE thanks to Avilikestoart on Instagram and faisalliot on tumblr for sending me art of the fic. It was so sweet!
            
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    “Excuse me?” Izuku asks on the walk home from the train station. “They don’t love you?”  Is this what motherly rage feels like? 
     
“I’m adopted. I was adopted when I was thought to be quirkless.”  What?   “Like it was a charity project for them. It’d make them look good.”  I can remember a few times people have said things like ‘bless your soul’ when Mom told people I was quirkless. “Turns out, I was just a late bloomer.”
     
“You didn’t know how to activate your quirk?” Shinsou nods.  I can imagine how hard it’d be to learn his quirk. 
     
“I didn’t use it until I was seven or eight. It was on accident. My parents acted like it was okay when it happened, but I could hear them through their door. Talking about if it’d be best to put me up for adoption again because of my villainous quirk.” Izuku feels his breathing stop, heart aching. “They uh…. Decided to keep me. My father brought up a point that I could kill them in a sick act of revenge when I wanted to. Not if, when.”  I have SO many things to say, but the words won’t come out. My throat burns. “They just decided it best to interact with me as little as possible. I tried being so nice to them, going out of my way to help them.”
     
“It didn’t work, did it?”
     
“No. They just saw it as another form of manipulation.”
     
“Give me your address.” The words are out of his mouth before he realizes it.
     
“No. I know that look. That’s the ‘I’m a vigilante and I’ll take the law into my own tiny hands’ kind of look.”  Eh? 
     
“Tiny? Tiny hands? You think that I have tiny hands?!” They break into laughter, lightening the mood a bit.
     
“Itty bitty baby hands, Midoriya.” To further demonstrate his point, Shinsou holds his hands up in a cat paw position. He waves one hand per word.
     
“Now I need your address for  two reasons. I’ll get revenge on you.” Izuku thinks a moment. “Is that why you sleep over so much?”
     
“Yeah. They asked if I made a friend. I said yes. All they said was to make sure everyone in the house knew about my quirk. Like it’s a requirement to be friend’s with me.”
     
“They want you to come with a warning label?!” Izuku all but snarls.
     
“I guess.”
     
“F@ck them, live with me. I have room.”
     
“I practically do.” Shinsou shrugs. They get to Izuku’s apartment. Shinsou has officially gotten into the habit of climbing through the window as well. “You know, we don’t seem as shaken up as we should be.”
     
“That’s true. Don’t worry, this’ll probably resurface years from now in therapy.”
     
“Great, thanks.” He deadpans.
     
“You know, you really are a good friend. You were my voice of reason today.” Izuku comments absentmindedly, getting snacks for the two.
     
“Someone has to be.” They both eat, and Izuku starts getting ready to leave. “Are you sure you should be up and moving right now?”
     
“Yeah. if I disappear for the day, it could be tied to USJ. Besides, I’m fully healed.” Shinsou makes a noise in response, his face showing he’s utterly unconvinced. When Izuku walks out of his bedroom, Shinsou stares a moment. “What is wrong with you?” He laughs.
     
Izuku wears his Oni costume, except there’s a white T-Shirt over it with the name Oni on it in large black lettering.
     
“I think it’s funny.” Izuku defends.
     
“You  would.”  Shinsou is undeniably the most fashionable of the two, but Izuku would never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. The purple-haired boy works on his computer, not looking back up at Izuku. “You’re really going to see your boyfriend dressed like that?”  Uh. 
     
“Whomst the f@ck are you talking about?” Izuku sputters.  I’m going to see both Eraserhead and Todoroki, and this conversation could take a very dark, gross turn. 
     
“You and Todoroki talk nonstop. I’d say you talk more than we do and I basically live with you.”
     
“Not true. Either way, shut up.” He glares at Shinsou, who laughs behind the safety of his laptop. “I’m going to see Todoroki to see how he’s doing. Also because he asked to see me.”
     
“Wonder why.”
     
“F@ck you. I'll slap that look off your face with my tiny hands.” Izuku hisses with no actual malice.
     
“If you’re going to his house, might as well get footage of you ruining Endeavor’s life. Honestly, marrying his son would do the trick.”
     
“Oh my god. If I had known  this was your sick sense of humor, I would have never befriended you.” Shinsou raises an eyebrow in response.
     
“Yes. You would have.”
     
Izuku leaves the apartment, forcing what Shinsou said out of his mind.  It’s weird walking the streets like this. They see that I’m Oni, yet no one alerts the authorities. Do people actually think that I do good for the world?  The intern in Izuku takes over, and before he realizes it he’s walking into Eraserhead’s favorite coffee shop. The working barista stares at him.  Oh my god. I didn’t even notice! Well, I might as well. 
     
“Hi, can I get one large caramel iced coffee, and a large hot black coffee with a teensy bit of cinnamon in it?” Izuku starts getting his wallet out, but the barista shakes her head.
     
“There’s uh. There’s no need. You can k-keep your money.”  Is she scared of me?  She quickly turns and makes the drinks.  F@ck you, I’m the nicest f@ck@r to ever…. F@ck. Izuku keeps the money out anyways, waiting for his drinks. When she brings them back to the counter, he waves a hand to get her attention.
     
“Here.” He puts all of the money into the tip jar on the counter.
     
“Oh! Thank you!”  Ha! I win! He thanks her and leaves with the drinks.
     
 
     
Now that Shouta’s gotten Hizashi out of the hospital, he can relax. Or, settle down as much as someone can in this situation. He’s been awake for the past hour or so, alarming all of the doctors. Hell, even Recovery Girl is baffled over his alertness. She warned that he’d be asleep for a while, considering how much she had to heal him. Shouta’s only awake because he’s used to being so tired.
     
 The d@mn doctors won’t let me have coffee.  Why can’t he? It’s not like he’s in critical condition anymore. He’s listened to Tsukauchi’s voicemail, feeling another headache coming on. Does that mean someone's pretending to be Midoriya? It's much more likely that Izuku Midoriya just isn't his real name. Shouta's worried that the kid's in deeper than he realizes.   Stupid brat saved my life. The audacity! A part of Shouta is very much so aware that without Midoriya, there may have actually been casualties today.  
     
Shouta feels haunted by the sound of him screaming in agony. He hates that he was just conscious enough to hear, yet not enough to do anything. He was helpless.
     
A knock at the door causes an eyeroll before he even knows who it is.
     
“Hey, Dad.”  For f@ck’s sake. He turns, seeing Oni out of some of his bandages. 
  

     
“What do you want.” Oni crosses the room quietly, sitting down beside his bed. He hands Shouta one of the coffees in his hand. “I’m not thanking you.” He huffs, taking it.
     
“How are you feeling? I heard about what happened.”  Yeah, heard. 
     
“They’re calling themselves the League of Villains. Ever heard of them?” Oni shakes his head. “So they’re a group that an underground hero and a weasel of a vigilante have never encountered.”
     
“Shouldn’t you be resting?”
     
“I could ask you the same thing.” Shouta snarks back, “What do you think of the situation?”  As much as I can’t stand the kid, it’s good to have the perspective from his side of the board. 
     
“They’re either very secretive, or very new. I heard that all of the captured villains were only known for severely petty crimes. They weren’t gathered for strength.”
     
“Why’s that?”
     
“The masses won’t care if four super strong villains attacked a high school. They care if dozens of them do, no matter what their abilities amount to.”  He’s right. That means they did it for attention.  Shouta freezes when he takes a sip of the coffee.  Black coffee with a dash of cinnamon. Something only Hizashi and Midoriya knows I drink.  “Coffee’s good, thanks little intern.” Oni laughs.  He did it on purpose. He knows that I know, but knows that I can’t do anything without proof. 
     
“I thought you weren’t thanking little ol’ me?”
     
“The doctors won’t let me have coffee. This is called a public service.” There’s a small moment of silence. “So, how’d you get into the hospital while wearing that dumbass shirt?”
     
“First of all, this shirt is great. It’s my civilian look. Second, I looped the feed on the camera and set it to revert after a few minutes. The doctor’s were unfazed.”
     
“You didn’t hurt them?”
     
“I’m not a villain!”  He actually sounds his age with the way he whines. Oni is on his phone, watching something. The eyes on his mask widen a bit, before he starts typing away.
     
Shouta feels his phone buzz, and has to hold back a chuckle when he opens it.
     
It’s security footage of Endeavor picking a wedgie, taken from his own home.
     
“You hacked his cameras?” Shouta raises an eyebrow at Oni. “Why?” It looks like he was just waiting to catch Endeavor doing something gross. 
     
“He’s an awful person.”
     
“Legally, I have to say that what you’re doing is against the law and you should stop.”  Why does he hate Endeavor so much? Is it because of his fear of fire quirks? No. He’d just avoid the man. “On the other hand, I want to know what’s with your grudge against him.”
     
“Have you ever heard the story of Touya Todoroki?”
     
“No.”
     
“I think… Hearing that case will answer the most questions.”  He switched from ‘story’ to ‘case’. I’ll remember the name. 
     
 “ Have you ever thought about how this affects his kids? You go to school with his son, you know.”
     
“I have considered it. It’s why I’m doing this.”  Is Todoroki glad his father is being attacked? Is that why he has that burn scar…?  The thought makes Shouta nauseas. Oni sticks the straw of his coffee under his mask, taking a sip without revealing anything.  I wish I was healthy enough to apprehend this freak. I’ll settle to comprehend him instead. 
     
“Why are you doing this? Any of this?” Oni hums a bit, no doubt pondering if he can truthfully answer.
     
“I have goals I need to meet.” Is all he says. Wow, thanks for the insightful answer. 
     
“How do your parents feel about this?” Shouta can’t help but feel a bit angry. Parents have to know that their kid goes missing almost every day.
     
“I don’t have any.”  You told me that? Why did you give me a real answer? … Why do you sound so tired? 
     
“Oni, do you want to be caught?”
     
“Eventually, just not right now. I have a few more things to do.” Shouta thinks it over.
     
“Is that why you purposely leave hints?” He nods, “Like getting me this specific coffee from my favorite place?”
     
“Call it a good guess.”  You’re telling me the truth, yet deflecting small things like this? 
     
“Are you doing this just for yourself?” Oni is so quick to shake his head that it appears he gave himself whiplash.
     
“I’d never do this if it were just for myself. What am I, Endeavor?” He snorts.
     
“Would you ever kill someone?” Shouta asks, curious. Oni narrows his eyes a bit, getting up.
     
“One specific person, yes.”  I don’t like that answer. I could have done with a simple yes or no. He has a target. 
     
“Where are you going?”
     
“You’re not the only one I had to make sure is okay.” With that, Oni waves and opens the window, promptly jumping out.  He wanted to make sure I was alright? Dumb kid. 
     
After thinking over all of the things the kid said, Shouta decides to call Midoriya’s mother.  Oni said he didn’t have parents. Where does he live? How does he afford to survive? Why can’t he just give up? The most concerning information, strangely enough, is how Oni is indirectly admitting to being Midoriya. He’s only trying to buy time. For what? There’s something bigger than Endeavor going on.
     
Sighing, he dials the on-file number for the Midoriya household.
     
“Hello?” A woman’s voice answers.  She sounds frantic. 
     
“Hi, Ms. Midoriya?”
     
“That’s me, yes. Is something wrong? Do you need to speak to Izuku?”  He’s available to speak? 
     
“Yes, please. It’s regarding school work.” Shouta hears Ms. Midoriya calling her son.
     
“Hey, Aizawa. I didn’t think you’d be awake right now. Are you okay?”  That’s Midoriya’s voice. 
     

   What the f@ck. 

     
 
     
Shouto sits in his room, listening to music playing from his speakers. He initially turned it on to mask the noise of his father’s screaming, and his own laughter upon seeing the viral video of his father picking at himself. It really does cheer Shouto up after the day he’s had. Quiet knocking on his window makes his night.
     
“Soba delivery service.” Izu sings as the window opens.
     
“I’m happy to see you.” Shouto admits, taking the food when it’s handed to him.
     
“I thought I’d come and see how you’re feeling. “ The two have become good friends in the past few weeks, but Shouto rarely ever gets to hear about his vigilante work. Izu’s been adamant about keeping him out of it.  
     
“I’m doing fine. Did you leak that video of my father just to get him out of the house?” Izu nods. “Thank you. He wanted to train me, even after a villain attack. Now he’s off to see some officials about his public image or something. I don’t really care enough to ask.” The two sit on Shouto’s futon, ready to chat and eat for while.
     
“You can dig in. I got some snacks for some snaccs.”  What? Shouto blinks at Izu, who starts howling with laughter.
     
“What does that mean?”
     
“I called you a snacc.”
     
“Yes, but what does that mean?”  I’m missing something, aren’t I? 
     
“Uh, never mind.” For whatever reason, Izu has decided against telling Shouto what that phrase means. “Something on your mind?” Actually, there has been something he’s wondering about.
     
“One of the villains had a quirk that disintegrated whatever he touched with all five fingers.”  He tensed a bit. “What do you think would happen if he used it on you?” Izu has explained the basics of his quirk to Shouto before, and he keeps coming up with scenarios.
     
“It depends on who’s faster. I’d have to regenerate faster than he can tear me apart if I wanted to escape. I’d feel all of it, though.” Shouto’s reminded of the way his classmate screamed in pain. It echoed through the facility, chilling him more than his own ice could. Izu has his mask pulled up just above his lips, so he can eat.
     
“I see. Is there any training you want to do involving your quirk? In a situation like that?”
     
“Not in that situation, but the opposite. I want to be able to turn off my quirk, or at least control the rate at which I heal. Say someone actually arrested me, or saw me hurt without my mask on. If I healed in front of them, my life is pretty much over.”  I don’t think that’s true, other people have similar quirks. 
     
“I’m sure you wouldn’t be tried as an adult, Izu.”
     
“You don’t know what I’ve done.”  There’s something sad in the voice.  “I’ve tried my best to do good, but the ways I get my results aren’t the best.” Shouto mentally stores the comment away for later. Izu snickers a bit, confusing Shouto. “Are you staring at my lips for a reason?”  Oh, I have been staring. 
     
“I want your face.” Wait, “I mean I want to see your face!” Shouto loses his composure a moment at his horrendous slip up. Izu’s rolling, laughing his heart out. Shouto almost mistakes the sound for the music playing in the background.
     
“Smooth, Todoroki, smooth.”  That’s sarcasm. Fine, I’ll show him I can be smooth without the need for that tone. 
     
“Please, Todoroki is my father. Call me Shouto.” At that, Izu freezes.
     
“Oh my god. My heart can’t thank this!” He’s still giggling.  I want to hear that sound more often. “Anyways. I know you want to see what’s under the mask, but I can’t reveal my identity to anyone.” He knows this, yet still feels strangely saddened by it.
     
“Does Catspiracy know who you are?” Izu nods, and Shouto feels an emotion he’s never felt before. It’s not anger or sadness, it’s like his heart is shouting ‘it’s not fair’ from the rooftops. “He knows your identity because you’re dating, right?” In shock, Izu inhales the soba and promptly chokes on it.
     
“We’re not dating!” He yells after his breath returns to him.  Oh. His heart skips a beat.
     
“I’m glad.” At the admission, Izu drops his chopsticks and doesn’t speak.
     
“...Oh.” The only sound in the room are the speakers playing some music.
     
“Someone tell me how I got here-” The voice on the station sings. Shouto notices Izu nervously humming along.  I’ll have to listen to this song later. He’s fallen into a habit of listening to the songs that he hears Izu absentmindedly singing. When Izu goes back to eating, he looks at the song, ‘Is (feat. POP ETC)’ from the  Zankyou No Terror soundtrack’. Shouto hits the button that stores the song into his playlist titled “Izu’s music.”
     
After the confused silence from both parties, they turn on a movie. The two like to watch a new one every time they meet up. The last one was too weird for them both, and they had to change it. The slogan about Ultraviolence made them think of UA’s motto. As it turns out, it’s further from heroics as can be. Izu picks the movie tonight, settling in next to Shouto on the futon.
     
“Lilo and Stitch? Another American movie?” Izu nods.
     
“You’ll like this, I promise.” When the movie start, Shouto finds himself captivated by the themes of what it means to really be a family. It’s not about genetics or DNA at all. This one focuses more on being able to decide for yourself what family is. It makes Shouto smiles a bit as he watches.
     
Towards the end of the movie, Shouto feels a weight drop on him. He looks down, seeing Izu with his arm wrapped around his waist, face against his stomach.
     
“Izu?” Shouto quietly calls.  He’s asleep. He hears the soothing sound of Izu’s steady breathing. Izu never pulled his mask back over his mouth when he finished eating. Shouto so desperately wants to pull the mask off and see the face of his first friend, his savior. He reaches down, gently grabbing the mask.
     
He pulls it back over his lips, fully covering Izu’s face again.  He’ll show me when he’s ready. I trust him. 
     

   Sweet dreams, Izu. 

  
  

    
      
        
        
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