random question, has anyone ever wondered what human flesh tastes like? I think it’d probably change from person to person but if there was one set flavour what would it be? Would it taste like something else or would it be its own thing?
AN: take a look at the tags quick. i don’t usually write this genre but it was super fun to get out of my main box and write this! I hope you enjoy if this is your thing! i wasn’t sure what else to tag this so maybe let me know?
Izuku knows Enji is evil. Knows it from someplace in his stomach. He comes over for supper once or twice. Arrives and is courteous through the meal despite his hunger, Izuku eats the wonderful food he knows Enji could not have prepared, he always leaves starving.
It’s only happened once before, this growing hunger in himself. His mother had walked in and he’d been stuffing himself full. He’d waited as long as he could before it had taken over, this time he discussed it with her beforehand. Inko purses her lips but nods, asking a few questions.
“This is the first time since… since that other time right? When I walked in to find you like that Izuku?” She twists her hands in her sweater nervously. Nerves that something is wrong rising up and causing it, despite her son being fine and right in front of her.
“I haven’t been hungry like this since.” He gulps, not sure how they are discussing this so calmly. They don’t know why he gets like this, just that he does. He can either avoid going over to Shouto’s or he could do the right thing and help him. “Just , Rei is out of the hospital now so it’s gonna be soon. I’m okay with this, really.” he reassures her, patting her hand.
“What do you need me to do?” Inko asks, steeling herself and looking her son in the eyes. He’s going to do great things. He’s a Hero, has already saved her probably. Not that anyone can ever know how.
“Just suggest to Rei that she invites Shouto over for a couple nights next week. He’ll jump at the chance and I’ll take care of the rest.” He stands up and gives his mother a kiss goodnight before going to his room to study. He might be out of school the next couple days if the last time is anything to go by.
Izuku stands outside the main Todoroki estate four days later. Letting the gnawing in his stomach grow and grow the longer he stays there. The last light on in the house is coming from Enji’s study, it finally turns off and he walks in as his stomach gives a loud rumble. It’s not hard to get inside, he was here a few days ago for a study session and had left a window cracked open. His clothes are black and unnoticeable. Cheap sweats he had picked up out of a chainstore.
His eyes gleam in the light, a tad brighter than they should be, or so his mother has jokingly said before. They shine bright green as he navigates the semi familiar house with ease, he always could see well in the dark. Studying with no light in the room is commonplace, when he was younger it was analyzing and reviewing his notebooks. As well as the time with his dad, it had been night then too and his hunger had driven him to get a snack from the fridge.
At least this time his mother won’t have to clean up his mess or anything that spills. He’d felt so bad about that last time. Here he can just do his thing and then clean up, no harm done.
Enji jolts upright in bed when he walks in.
“What are you doing here?” He growls out, threatening and loud. He raises a hand but nothing happens, it doesn't cause him pause for long as he throws the sheets back before freezing. Unable to move despite his bulging muscles shaking with the strain too.
“I’m hungry, that’s all.” Izuku gives a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his neck as he stares into Enji’s cold eyes. He looks a little afraid, but Izuku doesn't worry about it. It won’t be for long.
“Why can’t I move, or use my quirk?” His voice shakes with strain as he tries to do something to ‘defend’ himself from Izuku. Izuku crawls up onto the bed and sits beside him, his stomach finally lets out a loud warble as he does. He feels almost like a bottomless pit, like he could just keep eating and eating and never be full until he leaves this house. He brushes it off again, not yet, this part is important he scolds himself for getting distracted.
“Well I’m not exactly sure. There’s little to no documentation about people like me. So me and my mom have been doing our best to document my experiences.” He leans forward, elbows on knees and shoulders loose.
“Is this a quirk? Like Shouta’s, but stronger?” Enji stares into Izuku’s eyes. The kid is babbling nonsense like usual, maybe he got hit by a quirk and is just confused. He just has to keep him talking until it wears off and he can figure out how exactly his son's friend got into his house. This has to be some sort of quirk he didn’t know the kid had.
“Does your mother know where you are? She’s going to be worried about you.” Enji awkwardly tries to persuade him to stand down. He’d been alarmed at first when Izuku had come in, then scared when he couldn’t move or use his quirk. Now he found himself relaxing a little, it was fine. There was a time when his oldest used to be similar. He knew Izuku was a good kid and was going to be a great Hero.
“She was the one who found me over the body the first time, so I figured I should tell her it was happening again.” Izuku swallowed several times as he spoke, saliva coating his mouth, it made his lips and throat tingle a bit. He could kiss Shouto fine, so he knew it wasn’t acid or dangerous when he wasn’t ravenous like now.
“You should go home to- body? What body Izuku, I’ve met your mother and she wouldn’t ever harm anyone.” He scoffed at the idea.Kids these days didn’t know what was considered an appropriate halloween joke and what wasn’t.
“Oh no, She didn’t kill him.” Izuku reassured as he leaned uncomfortably close suddenly. It had happened a few times, Izuku invading his space. Enji had always brushed it off, thinking the kid hadn’t had a proper parent figure to teach him respect. Now he caught a glimpse of too many teeth too sharp in too small of a mouth.
“I did, what did you think happened to my dad?” Izuku’s jaw opens far far wider than anything Enji has ever seen and the horrifying teeth close, right on his arms. He can’t scream or breathe as Izuku rips the first bite off and swallows it whole. He’s going to die here.
“Fuck, It’s so good, I’m so hungry.” Izuku wipes his mouth with the bottom of his sweater as his eyes keep boring into Enji’s. “You know, it only happens around abusers we think.” He finishes with a casual shrug before diving back in.
“Heroes help people,that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He stops bothering to talk or wipe his mouth after that.
Dabi creeps into the estate. His younger brother and twin sister are gone for a few days. He hadn’t wanted to do it like this but it’s such a good opportunity he can’t pass it up. He doesn't need to turn on a light, but does anyways. His flames combined with his dads and a house on fire should be enough to kill them both.
Walking down the hallway is weird, how many times did he do this as a kid? As a preteen contemplating something he couldn’t bring himself to do yet. Now he’s an adult, ”young adult.” Kuroguri insists on calling him, and he’s ready. He’s ready for his revenge and for his peace. This monster is never going to harm anyone ever again.
Sapphire eyes widen in shock as he walks into his father's bedroom, expecting to find him asleep. Expecting a battle, not the scene he finds.
“Holy fucking shit. Shigraki is never going to believe this.” At least four staples tear themselves out of his jaw, plinking onto the hard floor and bouncing with a tiny splat into the pooled blood as he laughs. Well fuck, guess he can live a little longer.
Blue fire engulfs the house as two shadows walk away from it. One already several streets away in black clothes that hide the blood dripping off them. Green hair matching luminous green eyes that shine in the dark. The teen lets out a loud burp and immediately apologizes to the air, covering his mouth with a sticky heavy sleeve. He’d eaten way too much despite waiting, he hadn’t even been able to finish all of Enji. Maybe about ¾ of him before he’d gotten too stuffed.
Luckily Dabi had come along and taken care of the body. He’d been so sure he could finish it this time but well, Izuku pondered, Enji was a lot bigger than his dad had been.
The other’s piercings shine in the light of a lit up cell phone he’s texting rapidly on. Purple burn scars stretching across his face and arms. The phone gets shoved in his pocket as fire fighters race down to the scene of the flaming Todoroki mansion, he doesn't even spare the trucks a glance as the speed past him. Arms crossed behind his head and staples missing from his face as he walks down the sidewalk.
Not a worry to be seen on both sets of skinny shoulders as they continue on with their night.
