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He thought it was gonna be just another job.
"Who's the dumbass this time?" Came the annoyed voice over his earpiece.
"Name's Eiji Takanada." He replied, quietly approaching an old office building. "Leader of a gang calling themselves the Itami no Shihai-sha..."
The voice snorted in laughter. "Lords of Pain? Seriously? This a gang or bunch of edgelords?"
"Either way, he thinks he's the next All for One. The locals don't appreciate him thinking he can just waltz in and say they all have to obey him now."
"Moron...so what's the plan?'
"Go in, get to him, and show him how bad an idea it is. Besides, the neighborhood isn't the only one who wants him dead..."
Multiple bad decisions; drugs, attempted human trafficking, thinking he could blackmail a police chief who had a rather embarrassing Quirk, and trying to set a warehouse on fire in the belief he could file for the insurance money. Needless to say, he was a very unpopular individual.
"He's either incompetent, or overly arrogant..." The comm added. "I can't see a guard at any of the outside doors...no lookouts on the roof ether! The frik!?"
He let out a sigh of disappointment. "Just sad..." He barely broke stride as he kicked the doors open, guns drawn and firing.
The small group of thugs occupying the lobby only had time to notice he was there before being mowed down. Odds were good somebody heard the gunfire, so he went ahead and decided on the elevator.
"Well, that's a complication." He said as the elevator dinged, and a weasel-looking man came out, only to freeze when he saw the dead bodies...and the one responsible.
"Shit!" He squeaked, grabbing a radio from his belt. "Intrud-"
*Crak*
His vertebrae let out a hallow crunch as the man snapped his neck, tossing the body aside without a second thought. The alarm had already been raised, though.
"So much for it being a relatively fast job..." His partner sighed.
"Ah well, they asked us to get rid of all of them." He replied, noticing the fancy-looking revolver on the last body. "Hmm.." He picked up and made a noise of disgust at the excessive engraving and gold and platnium inlay. "Gaudy..." The hammer was drawn back. "...and jammed, with the wrong ammunition as well. This would blow up in your hand." He tossed it aside and entered the elevator.
The man didn't even have that impressive of a quirk. He could copy someone else's sure, but only when he ate some of their hair. Not without it's drawbacks. And a tad unhygienic depending on the condition of the hair.
"Heads up, welcome wagon's waiting for you."
"Be rude to not say hello then." He replied, as the ding of the doors opening was drowned out by shouts, gunfire, and the thuds of bodies falling.
"Shit!" Another yelled, before a round punched through the nearby window, and through his chest.
"Hope you didn't think I was gonna let you have all the fun."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He said, heading down the hall. The air was quickly refilled with the roar of gunfire as gang members emptied their weaponry towards the advancing figure. Steel flashed and multiple ricochets echoed as the bullets were casually knocked away by the attacker.
"The he-" the yell became a gurgle when the man fell, a balisong lodged in his throat, the second gangster soon joined him, another blade finding its way into his eye.
Needless to say, him and his ego were highly unwelcome in the area, so their services were asked for.
One by one, bodies littered the hallways. The ones that remained were starting to panic. A few had the sense to cut their losses and got the hell out of there, much to their now ex-boss' anger.
"KILL HIM, DAMMIT!" He ordered, the sounds of battle and dying screams rapidly getting closer.
In all honesty, the guy was sad, despite how powerful he tried to act. Idiot looked like he'd soiled himself by the time he'd reached him.
"You...you can't do this!" The so-called 'Next AFO" cried, shakily pointing a gun at the man who'd wiped out his gang. "I'm the King, you hear me! THE KING!"
"Come on, say it!"
He blinked. "...really?"
"...for me?" The tone turned cutesy.
"...for you." He sighed, before turning back to Takanada. "And what is a king...to a god?" Two gunshots echoed, and the gang leader fell to the floor with two holes neatly between the eyes.
"Well, that's over with. Just need to take a photo of the body and we can get-"
He was cut off by a sudden scream from a nearby room. The door swung open as a one of the gang members barreled in, carrying something that looked like a cross between a car battery and a pair of giant glowsticks.
"What is a god to a non-believer!?" He screamed, twisting a knob on the device.
"Oh, goddamit, Kai-" He muttered before everything suddenly went white...
Eyes snapping open, Izuku Midoriya blinked a few times as he stared at the white paneled ceiling that greeted him. "Wha??" He sat up, wincing when his body protested the sudden movement. It was gone; the office building he'd been at, the bodies, the gang leader he'd killed...they were all gone.
Just the white walls and faint antiseptic smell of a hospital room in their place.
He looked around in confusion. What happened? What'd that guy even use? He didn't see any bandages or injuries. He felt fine, actually. the soreness notwithstanding. Then he realized something was off. "Why are my arms so small...and my voice!?" The last time he'd sounded like this was...
Ignoring the barrage of dull aches from his muscles, Izuku climbed out of the bed he was in and headed to the bathroom. "You gotta be kidding me...!" He said as he gazed into the mirror. Staring back at him wasn't the gaunt, combat-weathered, dead-eyed face he remembered. It was him, the freckle-dusted mug he carried back when he was a teenager. He hesitantly reached up and touched his face, his reflection doing the same thing. It was real...he was, somehow, a teen again.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"