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Fanartsketch for the awesome Villain!AU „It Runs in the Family“ -from Red13Rabbit/ @elephantlovingmouse

Fanartsketch for the awesome Villain!AU „It Runs in the Family“ -from Red13Rabbit/ @elephantlovingmouse

Just a WIP I started because of the wonderful @iqrachi ’s amazing stream earlier today. Some horrible angst follows.

Characters: Inko Midoriya, All Might|Toshinori Yagi, Izuku Midoriya, Tsukauchi Naomosa

Trigger Warnings: suicide attempt, suicide mention

Title: We All Want to Change the World

Chapter 1; Mother’s intuition

“Izuku? Sweetie?” She called softly, peeking in his room. All of his action figures were still pristinely in order, All Might’s oldest costume to his newest. The grinning faces on the walls leared at her in the dark as she went to check his bed. It was cold and empty. He hadn’t come home yet. She quelled her panic.

“He’s just running late. The trains are probably still off from tgmhe attack this morning. I’ll just… Call to make sure he’s ok,” she muttered to herself. The twisting nervousness in her stomach told her something else was wrong. Call it mother’s intuition. With shaking hands, she dialed his number.

“Come on, Izuku. Answer,” she pleaded under her breath as the phone rang.

“This is Midoriya Izuku! I can’t answer my phone right now, please leave a message!” His bright voicemail answered.

“Baby, it’s me. Are you ok? You’re running a little late Izuku! Call me back!” She told the message, hanging up. She paced around the living room a moment and called again, hanging up when it went to voicemail. She sighed and set her phone on the kitchen counter as she started dinner. She found herself glancing at the phone every few minutes, uneasiness still curling in her stomach. She heaved a resigned sigh and called again.

“Hello?” A voice answered this time. It wasn’t Izuku’s.

“Who is this? Where is my Izuku?” She snapped, dred spilling into her blood stream.

“This is…” The man sighed, “this is detective Kimura with the Mustafu police. I’m guessing you’re looking for your son.”

“Yes,” she whispered. The detective sighed again.

“We found his backpack and other personal items on a roof top near the city center. I’m sending a car for you to identify that they are indeed his,” the detective told her. She nodded and hung up. She looked around the house, anxiety and shock making it impossible to think.

“Breathe. What would Izuku do if his friend’s things were found?” She asked herself.

“He would stand up straight and give them his best smile. Just like all might,” she decided, following her brave boy’s example. When the knock on the door came, she marched over, grabbing her purse and coat on the way.

“Mrs. Midoriya?” The officer asked.

“That’s me,” she said, proud that she didn’t stammer.

“If you’ll come with me, ma'am. We have a few questions we’d like to ask about your son,” the officer stepped back, allowing her to lock the door before they walked down to the street. He helped her into the car and drove them to a police station in the city center.

“Detective Kimura will be with you in a moment. Please, have a seat,” a secretary told her, indicating a chair. She sat, clutching her purse in her lap, trying very hard not to cry. She watched the bullpen, always a flurry of motion and work. Another detective and a tall, skinny blonde man exited a room nearby.

“Thanks again for your help, Yagi. I’ll call you about the paperwork tomorrow,” the detective clapped the thin man on the back. He smiled and waved, turning toward the exit. And Inko. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. She hurriedly wiped her eyes and looked away, trying not to look like she’d been watching him.

“Excuse me, do you… Nevermind. Sorry to bother you,” he mumbled, walking away quickly. She watched him go, and turned back to see a new officer approaching her.

“Mrs. Midoriya. I’m detective Kimura Nobu. Please, if you’ll follow me this way. We can talk in my office,” he led her to a cramped office, offering her a seat. He sat on the other side of the desk and pulled out a large plastic evidence back. It held Izuku’s backpack.

“Is this your son’s backpack?” He asked. He looked tired, like he didn’t sleep well. Izuku looked like that sometimes. When he spent the night analyzing the latest hero news.

“Yes. That’s Izuku’s,” she murmured, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“Is this his cellphone?” He held up another evidence bag.

“Yes,”

“And his notebook?”

“Yes. May I… May I have it please? Just for now?”

“Of course. You can’t take it with you though. It may have important evidence.”

“Evidence? Is Izuku in trouble?”

“Just a few more questions, Mrs. Midoriya,” he paused, handing over the notebook in its bag. It was scortched and sooty. Her eyes narrowed slightly. There was only one way his notebook could have gotten like that. Katsuki was picking on him again.

“And… Lastly…” He couldn’t meet her eyes. He looked like he needed a nice home cooked meal. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, clenching and unclenching on it in her lap.

“Are these his shoes?” He murmured. Inko looked up to see Izuku’s big red shoes, encased in a plastic evidence bag.

“Where is my son?” She asked, tears finally escaping her eyes.

He doesn’t remember people’s names

He sets impossible standards for himself and then runs himself ragged trying to achieve his goals

Has, like, one friend

Horrible social skills in general

Doesn’t go out of the house unless he really has to

He sleeeps a lot

He doesn’t like kids, he’s horrible at dealing with them, doesn’t even try to hide it

Has a very limited amount of patience for bullshit

Sore loser 

Super stubborn about the most pointless things

Angry crier

His one redeeming quality is that he works really hard

Is super awkward about expressing worry for people he cares about 

Which MEANS he was probably out there post-graduation too, when he finally finds the time for a day off. And he’s surprised by other people’s surprise. A rookie hero at a con? It’s not that weird, is it?

He always has been; he always will be. He’s been to more cons than he can count and he’s spent more money on hero merch than is probably wise, but he just can’t shake the habit. Even now, when he’s met most of the heroes of his childhood in person, he continues to buy every limited edition comic book, every rare collectible. His All Might t-shirts are washed with the same care as his hero suit, and every day he dusts off the figurines that line every shelf space in his bedroom.

Nothing’s changed since he’s become a hero, except that it has.

The security guard gapes at him when he walks in. The woman scanning tickets blushes furiously and mumbles something about it being an honor. Izuku frowns, confused, and glances down at his Captain America cosplay to make sure nothing’s out of place.

Everything seems to be in order, and that just puzzles Izuku even more. Why is everyone staring?

He shakes his head. Just ignore them, he tells himself. You’re imagining things. 

Is he getting paranoid?

The day passes quickly. The con is as enjoyable as ever, and as the sunlight grows dim through the large windows up above, Izuku finds himself laden down with bags of hero merch. He’s happy, he’s tired, and he’s excited to come back tomorrow for day two.

And that’s when he finds the stall.

In many ways, it’s like all the other stalls. It’s boundaried by cloth walls and there’s a table in front, a sign on printer paper taped to it declaring the vendor name and stall number. Every surface is lined with items for sale, everything from plushies to posters to t-shirts.

The difference is that it’s forest green and bright red, the color of his hero costume and his shoes. The difference is the bright paper letters cut out and hanging on the back wall, signifying this stall as The Unofficial Deku Merchandise Depot.

Izuku stops dead in his tracks and stares.

“What,” leaves his mouth, and then he forgets how to speak.

The person managing the stall looks up with a smile and then freezes. Their eyes meet and Izuku can see it on her face as she registers his distinctive mess of curls and the freckles dotting his cheeks.

Her jaw drops.

“Oh, oh wow,” says the vendor. “Oh my. D-Deku. Oh, it’s an honor, I—can I help you?”

Izuku just gapes at her.

“Um. Deku? Deku-san? Are you…are you alright?”

His mouth closes and then opens again. This action repeats several times before he finally approaches the booth and picks up a plushie with numb fingers.

It’s a plushie of him, red boots and green curls and all.

“Uh, do you want to buy that? Oh, well, I guess you shouldn’t have to—it’s on the house, you can have it! Free of charge. Oh, and, of course I’m your biggest fan, it’s such an honor and—are you here for a panel?”

“No,” says Izuku, still blinking down at the plushie in his hand. “I’m not.”

“Oh,” says the vendor, and then fumbles for a pen and paper. “Could I maybe get your autograph?”

“Uh. Sure.” Izuku feels lightheaded as he scribbles his name in black ink on the back of what must be the woman’s entry pass. 

“Thank you! Thank you so much, Deku-san, I really admire you so much and—”

“You’re welcome,” says Izuku mechanically, and then drifts away before he can pass out from shock.

He heads for the bathroom for some privacy after that, juggling his bags as he searches for his phone. The looks he’s getting from the people around him are even more noticeable, now; it’s surreal. He almost feels like he’s in a dream.

Somehow he manages to pull up his contacts and press the familiar name. The phone rings three times before she answers.

“Deku-kun! How are you?! You’re at a con this weekend, right? Are you having fun?”

“Uraraka-chan,” says Izuku dumbly. “Did you know I have a fanbase?”

Uraraka laughs, the sound coming through as static over the phone line. “Of course, silly!” she says. “We’ve all had fans since the first year sports festival!”

“What?” asks Izuku, mouth dry. “Really?”

“Yeah! Deku-kun, did you not know?”

A little boy pulls on Izuku’s pant leg and smiles up at him. He’s dressed in a familiar forest-green costume and he’s holding out a notepad and a pen.

Me: *Sees people write posts admitting they’re starting to like Toshinori/Inko*

Me: 

Operation to make ‘Eri smile happily’ ft. soft Bakugou 

Eri said that she doesn’t remember how to smile ;;;; She even ask Mirio and Midoriya how to smile again ;;;

So I just posted two new chapters on my villain Deku fanfic!

Special thank to @4annfals for beta reading for me!!