So my parents both wanted to be characters, (despite not even reading the book,) and so they'll be addressed as Mr. and Mrs. W, to not reveal our last name. They should appearing soon, maybe this chapter. But onto the story! (I recommend a stress ball should be on hand 😐)

- Third Person POV -

As the family had a sweet bonding moment, the front door had slammed open. Again. With certainly uninvited guest(s).

"WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE F*CK A** B*TCH?!" Inko screamed out, ten very armed men following behind her, staring at her...umm 🎂.

Alarmed and already dialing for backup, the heroes got into fighting positions, running to their room, and getting weapons. Of course, Midoriya and Shinso both had some in their room too.

Against their parent's hushed orders, the two changed into their hero costumes for the weapons built into them.

The villains we're closing in at the stairs, not seeing the two rifles red beam on their foreheads. Too close for comfort the graveyard needed two more holes dug, to say the least. Both kids are ready for anything, both leaning towards the more dangerous side of their fight or flight instinct.

Inko growled at losing two of her miniature army and lurked behind the brooding bodyguards. She wielded small weapons, but unarmed in her case. She only wore a cheap bullet vest, not caring to give any to her comrades.

Knives were launched at them, but disappeared when Aizawa peeked his head out of the doorway and erasing the deadly quirk only enraging Inko more so.

"F*CK YOU!" Shinso screamed out, knowing he was going to get his a** whooped later... if they make it out alive...

"WHAT DID YOU SAY WH*RE?! One of the eight remaining assassins screamed back. His eyes glazed over and he turned around, shooting five men before Inko stabbed him in the back as he turned around. A little squeak arose from the quirk user, uncomfortable with what he can do.

Figuring not to say a peep Inko tapped her fingers on the bloody blade of her knife, staring at the doorways upstairs.

"HEY B*TCHES WHY AREN'T YOU COMING FOR US?!" Shinso cried out again, hoping for another response. Before Inko could tell them not to respond, another ones eyes turned white and shot the remaining three, including himself. The living room was stained red, pictures shattered. The cats we're lucky they were in another room eating.

Seemingly ashamed by his actions the purplette whimpered at the dead bodies.

Inko looked more or less too confident for her situation, and Midoriya peered out his bedroom window seeing an astonishing amount of criminals. Tapping out the message in Morse code to his parents they responded with a simple tapped out 'okay' as foot steps were heard.

Gunshots rang out and many men were down as the reloading of a gun echoed. Midoriya felt so helpless, doing nothing as his family did the work. His mother was even outsmarting him.

"IZUKU!~ I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU...naked...again...~" Inko cooed, in hopes of making his squirm. And it worked.

His breathing became labored and he clutched his chest, falling over as Shinso rushed over to help. Everything seemed so overwhelming to the greenete and the world blurred as he realized tears were streaming down his face and dripping on the carpet. He stayed absolutely still, nervous to move even an inch. 

Present Mic jumped out and screamed using his quirk, easily dodging the knifes Inko three with absolutely terrible aim. Her ears began to bleed and more forces ran in, shooting at the hero and nicking his shoulder before he retreated. Windows were shattered and the ground cracked, all products of one screech from the voice hero.

Aizawa was panting, the tempature felt like it was one hundred degrees. He struggled with his aim as he attempted and failed to shoot someone as he was worried sick over everything. But he wouldn't show it. Not here, not ever.

He went to exit the room but about fifteen more assailants came in.

Instead, Midoriya popped out, arms raised and two handguns in his hands.

"I surrender. Take me, and everyone leaves." His voice quivered, seeming unsure of his decision.

"IZUKU!" The family cried out in unison, reaching out and trying to grab him. He said a quick 'sorry' and went down the stairs to the giggling psychopath.

Holding the guns upside down he went to put them on the ground, but using his pinkie finger to pull the trigger he shot Inko twice, aim terrible as the gun was upside down, before killing three others. Being near the couch he ducked behind it, ignoring his families pleas.

Extending his fingernails he stabbed anyone who entered, drowning in the sound of men and women who were dying of blood loss.

Out of ammo the husbands began heading down the stairs, Shinso in tow. A red laser was trained on Aizawas head but before he was shot, a bloody scream rang out, the snipers head impaled with the sharp nail.

The distant sirens and yelling of All Might was near, along with furious curse words from Endeavor who was patrolling and got ordered to come.

But, it was over. Fifty seven bodies on the floor.

Midoriya looked woozy and fainted as he attempted to walk, and everyone rushed to him, seeing as he had four gun wounds. Oh what Adrenalin can do.

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- One Week Later -

"I- I killed t-twenty seven people..." Midoriya said to himself, staring at himself in the mirror. He was completely healed and school was closed, the previous incident still had major repercussions and this one was making it all the more miserable.

His hands shook violently, retracting his bloody nails. His arm was already healed but blood still dripped turning the sink water pink.

Salty tears clouded his visions, joining the red droplets in the sink.

Therapy wasn't doing a single sh*t, and memories plagued the five seconds of sleep Midoriya had gotten. His eye bags are deep purple, his eyes puffy and dry. He was slightly slimmer too, and everyone was scared for him.

The line of events we're terrible.

Attempted suicide was on that list, along with many things no one should have to go through.

Scars lined the greenetes wrists as Shinso knocked silently on the bathroom door.

"Izuku, are you hungry?" You could tell he was stressed and worried, I mean, he killed people too. Depression gripped tight to the family, not releasing it's grip even for a short breath of relief.

They were moved to a safe house, two known League of Villains members were spotted but left the scene. It was a small apartment in the bustling city, and Nezu offered to take them in at his top floor penthouse.

"I'm fine... Give me a minute." He responded, cleaning his arms and rolling his sleeves down. Washing the sink out he opened the door, forgetting his teary eyes. Aizawa stood behind him, eyebrows knitted.

"Problem children. Dinner time." He mumbled, walking away but nudging Shinso softly as if to signify something.

"Let's go eat, shall we?" The purplette spoke kindly, motioning to the small dining table poorly lit by the limited lighting. Sniffing, Midoriya nodded.

The four sat down over takeout, no words exchanged.

"Zuku... How are you?" Yamada began, trying to start a conversation in the least.

"Peachy." With a totally fake smile he went back to eating. The other three shared a sorrowful gaze.

"I know you don't like things sugarcoated..." Yamada said, hinting towards something that made Midoriyas gaze turn frightful, as he imagined the worse.

"Inko... Survived." The worst came true.

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Word Count: 1307 words

Haha no editing gang ✌️🏻

I wanna write another chapter so another one might be out tonight ✨