A/N: Officially on hiatus until the new year
Warnings: description of death
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Spazm, splat, choke, the sound of stressed rope, bang, cough, repeat.
Multiple attempts, all fails.
Every time when he thinks he finally did it Kenko appears and he no longer has injuries, no
After all these years of torture, all the abuse.
After all of that and he simply cannot die for the life of him.
This doesn’t make sense Izuku thought to himself, I have two toe joints in my pinky toe, this physically can’t happen!
Then again quirks are the biggest mystery to humankind.
It’s been 5 months since his first attempt. He’s learned now that it’s best to deal with his suicidal attempts after dark so there aren’t as many people around to see him. Especially after his attempt when a few people saw him “fall” off a bridge and into the ice-cold water.
Yeah, that’s better off being left alone and to never be brought up again.
Today is April 12th XXXX, and it’s the night before the ever so wonderful bias entrance exams for U.A.
And what is Izuku doing the night before tying his fate for the school of his slowly deteriorating dreams?
Fully suited only for his meeting within the hour, but for that reason only. But for being on the roof...
The sole purpose is to do some...research...yeah research.
Notebook in hand Izuku eyes the ground on where he is aiming to land. And fully splat.
“Here goes nothing” Izuku quietly says tone ever so somber, and leans to fall off the roof.
The building wasn’t too tall, just around 10 stories, so he positioned himself to fall headfirst.
Just falling for a few seconds and…
Let’s get this over with. Kenko grunted as he started to walk towards Izuku’s limp body, eyeing the ghost figure that is now the semi-dead Izuku, Broken neck - more like crushed from the way you fell, fractured skull, and broken windpipe. The green creature listed off
“What are you supposed to be?” Izuku questioned, “Are you some creature that attaches to suicidal teens to make sure they live longer than they hoped?”
You sure are imaginative Kenko spoke as he touched the temple of Izuku’s dead body making it glow a faint green You are a brilliant kid, but you can’t seem to figure out who I am? Pathetic
“I have an idea as to what you are, but I don’t want that to be true”
Well, let me make this easier for you before you head on back. The gremlin proposed I am indeed your quirk and you can only see me when you die. And to answer the dying question that you may have is that I am indeed sentient. Now goodbye. And like that Izuku woke up in the back alley fully healed.
He usually isn’t this late the underground hero Eraserhead thought to himself, waiting on the designated meeting spot for the hero and vigilante. Did he run into more trouble? Probably since he can sense it from a 100 meters
He’d think that was his quirk if his meetings with the vigilante didn’t give him any information. Especially since he is quirkless and technically not breaking the law
Sighing to himself Shouta decided to wait another 5 minutes before leaving
“Didn’t think you’d wait this long for me Eraser!” Mirage said in an overly cheer voice
Turning his posture so he now faces the vigilante he takes in what he sees. “I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t come in the next 5 minutes brat.”
Even though Shouta has never admitted it out loud, he had grown a liking to the young vigilante, even if he didn’t particularly like his nightly business.
“What happened to you?” Shouta questioned “Drop teriyaki sauce on ya or something?” pointing to the offender on the vigilante’s black sweater
Mirage laughed “Almost! I tripped when on the way here”
“I see-” before the hero could continue speaking the vigilante cut in
“Could you say your a master of removing quirks right?” What kind of question is that?
“What are you implying?” the underground hero asked
“Exactly what I mean Eraser, I want to remove a quirk for good.” Geeze this kid really is a problem child
“No Mirage I can’t do that, and I’m no master of removing them” he replied stone-cold tone “Why are you even asking?”
“Weeelll,” Mirage started “Turns out I’m not quirkless and I do not want it!” he said, with even more fake cheer you could just feel the disgust rolling off him on waves.
Sighing Shouta stood, “Sorry I can’t help you with your problems, either way, I have to get going”
“Aww so soon?~” the young vigilante cooed “I just got here”
“Well you got here late and I have a job to get to in the morning.”
“Oh well” Mirage shrugged “See you next time”
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