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They all know Izuku’s the favorite. They couldn’t tell you why though. He makes snarky comments on anything that is said, barely takes care of himself, and hacks all networks day and night for no reason. And he doesn’t put the toilet seat down, well that's just a Toga problem.
But I am AFO’s successor who has worked my whole life to kill Allmight. Just like he always wanted. Dabi faked his death and plotted a way to take Endeavor down. And Toga…I’m not sure what she does but she’s there. But Izuku literally does nothing.
“What are you doing?” asked the little green devil himself.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
He shrugged, “Pouting and on the verge of tears. What? Did one of your plans fail again?” He asked in a teasing tone.
“Actually, it went right, we got what we needed,” I said while rolling my eyes.
“Then why you are so down and droopy, it doesn’t go with your wrinkles and dry skin.”
“Why you little brat!” I shot up out of my seat at the bar. With my hands aimed at his throat. He pulled a knife out of thin air and blocked me.
“Will you just calm down? I was just trying to be funny! What if I actually wanted to know what was wrong.” He looked sincere. I don’t trust it.
‘You have a funny way of showing it.’ Sighing I sat back down and just gazed lazily at him.
“What? I really do want to know. We don’t talk anymore.” He looks sad. Huh, didn’t know he could do that.
“Fine if you really want to know…I just don’t understand why you get all the attention. You could just breathe and he wants to make sure you know he’s proud of you.” Izuku looks a little surprised and a little taken aback.
“I just try so hard to do everything right and all he cares about is what's wrong with you.” Taking a deep breath I continue. “I just want to feel loved, like you.”
I finally looked up and he was crying. “Dammint. Why the hell are you crying?”
“It’s just I don’t want all the attention. That's why I don’t do anything, I just try to keep his attention off me. It’s suffocating but that’s what you get for trying to kill yourself.” He laughed.
“Kill yourself? What?” Now I’m just confused.
“He didn’t tell you? Well, that makes sense. When I came here five years ago, it was after my suicide attempt. Well, more like a suicide thought. I never actually jumped. But a week before my mother was attacked and killed by a villain robbing a jewelry store.” He paused and wiped some tears away. “I didn’t know what happened till an officer came to our house a few hours later.”
“I’m sorry kid, I didn’t know.”
“No it’s okay, the worst part was the home I was put in. They were all in their teens and decided to bully the new kid. I just wanted my mom. And the only way for that was dying, so suicide attempt.” He came and sat by me and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the counter.
“You know he doesn’t like when you drink.”
“Yeah well, I don’t care.” He took a big swig from the bottle. “Once I was on the roof all I could think about was my mom. I didn’t notice the figure on the other roof. AFO talked me down and took me in. I asked him why me. And he said, ‘You’re broken, like me and my family’. And now here we are.”
“That’s almost as bad as our stories.”
“I know but you guys still suffered more.”
“We should talk to everybody, clear things up. And with AFO.”
He laughed dryly, “Yeah but till then, Brother?” He said while holding up his fist.
“Brothers,” I said while fist-bumping him.”
“But please, dear god, take a fucking shower. I can’t smell you from here.” I ask while covering my nose.
Sniffing his armpit, his nose wrinkled. “Damn, I really do need a shower.