BNHA Broken Hero (Revamp)

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"Let's take a little trip down memory lane, shall we?" Izuku said, his voice unnervingly calm. "We've got time. Why not?"

"Yamada Ayumi... I wonder, do you remember her? Probably not, since you ran," Izuku said, his words dripping with contempt. "Two years ago, there was a fire. You were one of the heroes who arrived on the scene. The records say you weren't there... but you were, weren't you?"

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Sato Nakamura replied, spitting out blood.

Izuku hummed, as if expecting that response. "I figured you'd say that. No one saw you because you arrived on the opposite side of the building. That's when you noticed her, right? Eight-year-old Yamada Ayumi." Izuku crouched down beside Nakamura, his piercing gaze unwavering.

"She was on the second floor, by the window. You saw her, and for a brief moment, her little face lit up with hope. But a second later... you turned your back on her. You ran." Izuku's lips curled into an unnaturally devilish grin. "Now, why would you do that? I can only assume you saw something... right?"

"You saw something, didn't you? What was it?" Izuku asked, almost amused.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nakamura barked before spitting in Izuku's face.

Izuku sat there for a second. He was supposed to be mad—angry, furious, even heartbroken—but he felt nothing. That emptiness unsettled him.

Calmly, he wiped his face, then pulled out his phone. "Maybe this will jog your memory." He pressed play and turned the screen toward Nakamura.

Nakamura's eyes widened in pure horror. "W-Where did you get that?" he stammered, coughing up more blood as he struggled in vain to move his paralyzed limbs.

"There was someone recording nearby," Izuku explained. "Your team paid him off to keep it quiet and hand over the video. But what you didn't know... he had a backup."

"That bastard! I'll kill him!" Nakamura roared.

Izuku tilted his head slightly, his voice laced with mock amusement. "Now, now. That's not very heroic of you, is it? Besides, it's not his fault you fled and let that child die."

"I had no choice!" Nakamura snapped. "I would've died! Anyone would've done what I did if they saw their own death!"

Izuku's expression darkened. "Sure, okay. You saw yourself die. But the fact is, you ran. And worse—you didn't even warn the other heroes that she was inside. You covered it up to save your own skin." His teeth clenched as he spoke, his fists trembling.

"Her death will forever be on your hands."

Izuku pulled out a knife.

"Aghh! Fuck! Fuck! I'll fucking kill you!" Nakamura shouted, squeezing his eyes shut as Izuku lifted his trembling hand, the knife gripped tightly.

Shit. Izuku's heart pounded so fast it rang in his ears. Why? He's a murderer, so why... Izuku's thoughts raced wildly.

"DAMMIT!" he roared, thrusting the knife downward.

Nakamura flinched—but when he opened his eyes, the blade was embedded in the ground beside him. A smirk crept onto his face before he started to laugh.

Izuku clenched his jaw. "Kurogiri."

A dark portal swirled open behind him, and Kurogiri stepped through, his presence as composed as ever. "Is something wrong, Midoriya?"

"T-Take him away. I... I need a minute," Izuku stammered.

"Hahaha! I knew it!" Nakamura wheezed. "You couldn't do it! You're just a useless little brat!"

Izuku's fists tightened as a portal opened beneath Nakamura, swallowing him into the darkness.

"Tch." Izuku turned away. "Kurogiri, send me home."

"Midoriya, I wouldn't—"

"I SAID TAKE ME HOME!" Izuku snapped.

Kurogiri nodded. "Understood." A portal appeared before Izuku, and he stepped through.

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The alleyway melted away, replaced by the dim, dust-covered living room of his home. The second the portal closed behind him, silence filled the air.

Izuku stood still, staring into the empty space. The once warm, lively home now felt like a hollow shell—void of life, gathering dust.

"What is wrong with me?" he whispered, looking down at his trembling hands.

He clenched them into fists. "What is wrong with me? I can't do anything. I couldn't save her... and now, I can't even avenge her." His voice rose with frustration.

"RAUGH!" He roared as he tore through the house, sending objects flying, glass shattering as it hit the floor.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Izuku froze. His breathing was heavy.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Slowly, he moved toward the door. His hand hovered over the knob, still shaking.

He took a deep breath and opened it—only to be shoved to the ground by a sudden force.

When he looked up, his blood ran cold.

Bakugo Katsuki.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Izuku asked, annoyance creeping into his voice as he stood.

"Tch. What the hell happened here, nerd?" Bakugo asked, his gaze flicking around the wrecked room.

Izuku ignored him. "Why are you here?"

Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Whatever. My mom told me to check up on you." He narrowed his eyes, taking in Izuku's appearance. "Damn, you look like shit."

Izuku was a mess—malnourished, dark bags under his eyes, his hair greasy and lifeless.

"Tell your mom I appreciate it, but don't come back. I don't need anyone checking up on me—especially not you." Izuku grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the broken glass.

Bakugo scowled, grabbing the broom and throwing it to the ground. "The hell is that supposed to mean, you damn nerd?"

Izuku picked it back up, his voice quiet but sharp. "My mother is dead. I have no ties to your family. So stop bothering me."

Bakugo's anger flared. His hands sparked as he snatched the broom again—this time, he ignited a small explosion, snapping it in two.

"What the hell is your problem, Bakugo?!" Izuku snapped, his eyes burning with something darker than rage.

Bakugo hesitated for a second. He hadn't called him Kacchan.

"You're the one who's changed since your mom died! You don't act the way you used to, Deku!"

Izuku's hands trembled. His voice dropped to a dangerous tone. "My name is Midoriya Izuku. But I guess you wouldn't know that—since you haven't used it in years." He turned away. "If you're done, then leave."

Bakugo's blood boiled. He grabbed Izuku's shoulder.

The second his palm made contact—

"AAAGGHHH!"

Izuku's knees buckled as pain shot through his body. Bakugo quickly pulled back, realizing too late that he'd burned him.

Izuku gritted his teeth through the pain. "Get out. You've tortured me long enough."

Bakugo just stood there, frozen.

"Fine. Stay here. I don't care."

Izuku pushed himself up and walked out the door.

Bakugo lifted a shaky hand to stop him. "Dek.. Midoriya, wait—"

But when he turned the corner—

Izuku was gone.