Suspected Traitor Izuku AU - Tumblr Posts
You know who would be absolutely PISSED as ALL HELL about this whole traitor debacle? STAIN. He literally pierced a lung saving this kid’s life bc the fakers around him were too incompetent to act, and NOW, this boy, the one who he’d declared to be worthy of growing up into a hero, was being attacked and betrayed by the “heroes” around him who had once again failed to protect him, and now he might not even become a hero at all. He’s just sitting in his cell foaming at the mouth at this mess.
Stain astral projects from Tartarus and into UA through sheer rage and yells at society from here.
UA finally accepts that they fucked up because what’s left to do when you have the ghost of an (alive) serial killer screaming at you?
This may not be any good (I haven’t written in like a year) and my characterization maybe horrible but I just couldn’t help but write something for your suspected traitor au.
Izuku would rather be anywhere than walking the halls of UA. Everywhere he looked was just a bitter reminder that no matter how much he thought things had changed, they hadn’t.
He made it in front of the door to Class 1-A and he hesitated. He wanted to flee to his dorm, to home, to anywhere else but here. He didn’t want to see any of their faces. He didn’t want to be reminded that they had looked right at him and thought villain.
But he forced himself to open the door and to enter. Despite his racing heart, he steeled himself and found himself slipping back into the safe skin of former habits he had hoped would never see the light of day again.
With each step Izuku took, the mantra of just two more days, just two more days propelled him forward until he had finally reached his desk.
All the desks were full, yet the room was silent and tense. Izuku kept to himself, hunched over his desk writing in his notebook (one of the reasons everyone even thought it was him in the first place).
“Deku…”
His pencil stopped moving but he didn’t even dare to look up at Uraraka.
“Deku,” she continued, “you haven’t been eating lunch with us. We miss you. D-don’t you wanna come sit with us again? Turn things back to normal like they were before…”
Tense seconds passed, and Izuku didn’t reply. Uraraka shakily went back to her seat.
“Why don’t you cut this crap and stop acting like a coward,” Kacchan sneered.
Izuku didn’t look up but he could feel Kacchan’s red eyes piercing him.
“So, you got mistaken for the traitor. Boohoo. Why don’t you just get over it and stop wallowing in your self pity just like you did in middle school.”
The words pierced his heart, and he felt as if the emptiness inside of him was being replaced by a blazing inferno.
Izuku snapped.
A self-deprecating laugh escaped him.
“It’s funny. Out of everyone here, and they thought I was the traitor. That I was a villain. What about you Kacchan? I’m not the one that would use their quirk on classmates. I’m not the one always threatening everyone.”
Izuku looked up.
“I’m not the one who told a classmate to go take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in the next life.”
Kacchan looked at a loss for words, but Izuku didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore.
“Even the league of villains thought you were just perfect recruitment material. But no. Mr. Aizawa defended you, yet he stared at me and kept yelling at me that I was the traitor.”
Izuku didn’t even realize when he stood up or had started shouting.
“I can’t take this anymore.”
He grabbed his bag and left not even turning at the pleading “wait, Midoriya” that must have been Mr. Aizawa.
He made it to the dorm, flinging his shoes off carelessly and rushing to his room.
He flung his door open and was about to make it to his bed when he tripped over one of the packed boxes.
His breaths were ragged and his cheeks were wet as he held himself desperately.
Just two more days. Just two more days until he’d go to Shiketsu.