I know it took me a bit long, but here you go, the second part of the preview :)

I really hope you like it.

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'I'm gonna make you scream my name.' The man growled as he pressed up against the green haired boy, one hand holding his arms back and the other groping his crotch. Today was his lucky day, this kid happened to wander into a deserted alley like this. Idiot, he thought, as his mouth pressed sloppy kisses to the kid's neck, and his hand squeezed his dick. Kids should know better than to wander all alone in slums like this.

'No...' The boy writhed, struggling to break free, but it only served to excite the peodophile even more. The man was panting against the pale white column of his throat, grinding up against him. Yes. Struggle, child. It will be over in a flash.

'I'm gonna make you scream my name,' repeated the man. 'Whether it is in pleasure or in pain, I'm gonna make you scream my name.'

'Let... me... go!' The boy coiled up and kicked out, launching the man back and slamming against the wall. The man collapsed, coughing. Then he stood up slowly and got to his feet.

How dare he! Feisty little shit.

'You... little... shit!' The man came barrelling at him from the opposite side of the alley, fist raised and spit flying, his face contorted into an expression of pure and unadulterated rage.

The man expected the boy to scream in terror. He'd expected him to run away, tears streaking his face at the sheer hopelessness of overcoming an opponent twice as big as he was. But he hadn't expected, was for him to fly at the man, a whirlwind of flailing limbs and twisted emotion.

The man stumbled from the unexpected attack and swung, but the boy easily ducked and closed the distance, landing some hard hits in a quick session before bouncing away. The man stumbled back a little, but let out a roar of anger and charged forward again.

This time, he got in close. The boy smelled of sweat and fear, emerald eyes dilated in terror. But that did not stop him from reaching around the man's head, right hand groping for his ear, and twisting.

The man screamed in pain as Izuku nearly tore his ear off, but instead of backing down, he wrapped his hands around Izuku's arm and twisted with almost animalistic viciousness, dangling him a few feet above ground. He expected him to scream, but he didn't. Instead he went completely limp in his hold.

What the fuck. The man shook him. Did he faint?

'Hey, mister,' said the boy, his voice oddly calm.

'Eh?'

'Since you hurt me,' the boy turned to look at him, and the man dropped him, shocked by the sudden, crazed gleam in his eyes, 'it's only fair that I hurt you, right?'

'Uhhh.' Sweat trailed icy fingers down his spine. 'Look,' he pleaded, panicking, 'I know you don't want to do this, kid, I swear, I've got kids at home, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!'

'Aww, come on, mister.' The boy scrambled up from his place on the ground, every ounce of his movement that of an awkward, gangly boy who was still growing into a man. Everything, except for the crazed gleam in those glittering eyes, and the equally crazy, forced grin on his lips. 'It's only fair.'

The man didn't stand a chance against his relentless attack.

For the next ten minutes, pain like never before flared in every fibre of his body, accompanied by the cracking of bones and the burning of muscle and the squelch and spurt of blood.

Then suddenly, it stopped.

'S-sorry!' spluttered the boy, dropping his guard and leaping back. His hands automatically grasped the pipe behind him to steady himself. He stood there, pressed against the wall, shaking and shivering.

The man could've snorted if he could. What kind of person apologises for attacking his assailant? Anger burned through him, a low fire. Was he mocking him?

He struggled to rise from the filthy cement. He heard the boy speaking softly, hand pressed to what looked like an earpiece fitted into his right ear.

'...no, Shinso-san, I've taken care of him, there's no need for you to avatar me, tell Shigaraki-san that I'm okay.' There was a pause. 'Sorry, Hitoshi and Tomura. Yeah, sorry, can't get that habit of mine off.' Another pause.

The man managed to lift himself off the ground for an inch or two, but gave up and resigned to listen to the conversation happening above him.

'Did I kill him?'

Fear jolted through the man, but it dissipated at the sound of a shaky, breathless laugh.

'Hell no. You know I can't do it. Don't you even dare make me-' The boy broke off, evidently listening to whomever that was talking on the other end. 'I know we're not supposed to be seen! I told you, I've taken care of him! Besides, he's just another nobody from the slums that just happened to be a pervert-'

He broke off again, wincing. 'Ouch! Not so loud, Hitoshi, not so loud!'

He's just another nobody in the slums. The sentence bounced around in his head. How dare he. The man rose shakily from his spot on the ground, anger fuelling his limbs. How dare he look down upon him. He wasn't supposed to be like them, he was supposed to be different!

He managed to coax his aching body into a crouch, and he barrelled at the boy, a wrecking ball of fury, prepared to wreak havoc on this... child that couldn't be older than 15, yet there he was, belittling him.

There was a split second before he saw the kid mutter something and his eyes widen before they glazed, and pain exploded into existence.

The boy attacked in a frenzy, accompanied by a quiet ferocity that he didn't have in any of his attacks before. And while he was attacking, he made sure to toy with him, aiming for painful points, unlike before, where he'd avoided unnecessary pain.

CRACKKNEESTABGOUGETWISTMAULCRUNCHSNAPSEIZEGRIPBASHJABWHIPSLUGSLAPPUNCHSCRATCHCLAWRAKESCREAMTEARYANKBOOTFORCETHRASHKICKBITEDRAGPUSHPULLSHOVEPRESSSTOMPSLASHBASHELBOW

When the man had completely collapsed to the ground, battered and bruised and broken and bleeding, the boy crouched down, his eyes still glazed. He reached down, for something concealed under his trench coat. The man heard the muffled sound something being unbuttoned, and watched in horror as the boy unsheathed a wickedly sharp, curved blade, as long as a forearm.

He stared at the blade for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak.

'Any last words?' He asked, his voice monotonous.

The man knew it was the end. So he simply said, 'Tell my kids I love them.'

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Midoriya Izuku was in a thunderous mood when he'd arrived at the ridiculous pink café his so-called friends had chosen as a rendezvous point.

He remembered it. Every moment of himself killing that man, of how his life had ebbed away under his palms.

He'd scrabbled for his scabbard, flicking the latch open and wretching out the damnned blade within. The knife had slipped in his sweat-slicked palms; and for a split second, he had seen his own reflection in the trembling silver blade: black hair, edged with green, drooped limply over his forehead, which was beading with sweat. Too-wide, too-bright emerald eyes ringed with dark shadows embedded in a pale, bone-white face.

And he'd uttered those unforgiving words, and stabbed him, without mercy.

He shook his head to clear it of its thoughts; it wasn't him, no, it was Shinso. It was he who made him do it, and released his hold on him to let him clean up after he'd done it. And he hated it.

He pushed open the pink door of the café and shoved some lacy curtains out of the way before storming in, a scowl on his face.

A timid waitress scurried up to him, clutching a menu as if holding a shield. 'S-Sir?' She stammered. 'D-do you n-need-'

Midoriya's face softened. It wasn't this girl's fault he was in such a bad mood. 'I'm fine, thank you.' He put in a smile for extra measure, feeling a bit smug as the girl's face exploded into a blush.

'On second thought...' He glanced at her name tag. '... Uraraka Ochako-san, have you seen two boys? About my age? With blue hair and purple hair respectively?'

The girl nodded, her cheeks still coloured. 'They- they're over there!' She squeaked, pointing at a booth in the far corner.

'A inconspicuous booth in a café that's conspicuous as fuck.' He muttered. 'Real nice.'

She blinked at him, breaking off from whatever she was saying. 'Sorry?'

Midoriya waved her off. 'It's nothing. You were saying?'

'Are they your friends?'

Midoriya clenched his fist. 'Well...' He hedged, forcing a grin. 'I won't go so far as to call them friends; disliked acquaintances, more like.'

The girl's eyes widened. 'Oh dear, have you had a falling-out?'

'Something like that,' He said, moving away. He knew he was disclosing a bit too much information. He had to leave, now, asap, or Sensei would have his hide. 'Gotta go!'

'Wait!' The girl grabbed his wrist with a surprising amount of strength. 'Here...' She pulled out a Sharpie and scribbled down a series of numbers onto the back of his hand. '... is my number. What's your name?'

'Uhhh-' Midoriya didn't know how to react. 'Kuda.' He blurted. 'My name is Kuda.'

'Well, Kuda,' She said, 'it was nice meeting you!' And she flounced away.

Midoriya stared after her retreating figure and sighed, shaking his head before making his way over to the booth where his handlers sat.

Girls.

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