Prompt: What if Izuku did become a villain?
This is a bit different. Yes, there is a couple of villain Izukus in here. However, this would be the style I would go for if I do choose to do a villain version.
Extremely angsty. Comedy...I'll shove it in somewhere.
Basically, he starts innocent and goes villain overtime is the concept idea.
I have two different scenes here that would be in the fic. The first one is after the slime attack, and the second is the first day of UA after Shouta's bullshit exam. Just testing further development there.
For those curious, the reason Hizashi plays a bigger role than Shouta in this is because Shouta never met Izuku here until UA. Therefore, he presumes Izuku is a fucking bitchass basically while Hizashi sees past him.
Also because I want villain Hizashi. And the scene isn't finished because I rather leave it on the cliff note.
Warnings: Major Character Death, Multiple Anxiety Attacks, Angst, Trauma, Vomit, detailed blood scene

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"Would you like my quirk, young Midoriya?!"

If this man fucking serious? This hoe literally told me ten minutes ago that I couldn't be a hero. After murdering a DIY's pride and joy, NOW he says that I can be a hero ONLY IF I TAKE HIS QUIRK?!

THAT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT! DOES HE REALIZE HOW CONDESCENDING HE SOUNDS?! HE IS LITERALLY TELLING ME THAT I'M USELESS WITHOUT HIS HELP!

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My whole body is trembling from the rage about to come out. My breathing is erratic.

Haven't I dealt with enough?!

I don't realize that my fingers are twitching near my holster.

My vision is zeroed in on All Might.

"Young Midoriya? Are you-"

I cut him off with a snarl, "You're sick, All Might. You're fucking sick! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY I CAN'T BE A HERO ONLY TO TAKE IT BACK AND SAY THAT I CAN BE A HERO ONLY WITH YOUR FUCKING QUIRK!"

"Young Midoriya-"

"SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT! YOU'RE LOOKING DOWN ON ME! YOU'RE LOOKING DOWN AT SOMEONE WHO YOU USED TO BE! YOU'RE PROJECTING! I KNOW WHO YOU USED TO BE!"

"Midoriya!"

"JUST BECAUSE WE ARE BOTH QUIRKLESS DOES NOT MEAN WE ARE THE SAME!"

BANG!

Everything moves in slow motion.

One moment All Might was standing there. In the next, I see a panicked look on his face as a bullet goes straight into his skull. He falls backward, and blood quickly decorates the scene.

I look down at my hand to see the gun I made in it with the trigger pulled by me.

The gun is suddenly too heavy, and it slips between my fingers and drops to the ground too loudly.

"A-All Might?"

I barely manage to speak. I'm frozen.

All Might shows no sign of getting up.

"ALL MIGHT?!"

Blood continues to flood the scene.

"ALL MIGHT! WAKE UP!"

He doesn't. He remains as a fresh corpse in his true form.

Everything is too loud.

It's too much.

I-

I killed him.

I killed All Might.

WHY DID I KILL ALL MIGHT?! WHY DIDN'T HE DODGE?! HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING DODGED IT!

WHY?!

WHY?!

WHY?!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

My vision blurs with tears.

The smell of metal hits my nose-

I can't.

I can't.

I run blindly through the neighborhood, feeling like I am choking on sin.

I burst into the apartment by smashing through the door and immediately ran to the bathroom.

I barely make it to the toilet as I collapse and get sick, sobbing through the goddamn agony.

When everything is gone, I scream before I lose my breath.

I can't breathe-

I collapse on the cold bathroom floor.

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By the time that I get to Present Mic's class, I am done. Everything's a blur. I want out of here.

When the test is set in front of me, I can't read a thing. I feel like a goddamn ticking time bomb ready to explode at a moment's notice.

I notice my classmates working. Present Mic watches the class until his eyes land on me. I quickly look away.

I don't even notice that I am scraping wood off my pencil until a sharp piece gets under my nail. It snaps me out of a daze place, forcing the paper into my sight again. I gently grab the paper in an attempt to read the English that I know so well normally.

I still can't see shit.

What is going on?!

My breathing is picking up.

I need out, I need out, I need out-

"Shut up, Deku! Nobody can focus with your muttering!" Bakugo finally snaps from in front of me. I shoot up from my seat to glare him down. My aggression immediately goes to the first thing at hand, which happens to be the test paper. I hear it rip and crumble, but it's a dull sound compared to my frantic breathing.

Explosions explosions explosions-

I can't see-

I can't hear-

I can't breathe-

I don't notice that I am removed from the classroom until I feel weight on my shoulders and stability behind me. The weight from my shoulders disappear. My hands are taken gentle yet firm and placed on something.

It's moving. What the fuck am I supposed to do?!

A voice attempts to break through, though it sounds like it is underwater, "...breathe....you need..."

It takes way too long for it to click.

Slowly, I take a deep breath in. When I notice the motion underneath my hands following, I realize that it's there to help me.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Finally, I can hear clearly,"There you go, Izuku. You got this. You're almost there."

I focus as everything finally becomes clear.

I quickly snap into attention as I look around quickly to figure out where I am in.

UA halls. At least I'm not in jail yet.

However, what quickly garners it was that Present Mic is in front of me with a worried look. I notice his hands hold mine, which are against his chest.

Well, this is embarrassing.

It takes me longer to realize that we are on the floor. When did we end up here?

"Izuku, can you hear me?" The man asks gently.