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ITSUMI's POV
      AFTER MY SHIFT of tense waitering and silent serving, I exchanged my uniforms and bid farewell to Sora - the shift manager. Reaching into my backpack, I took out my headphones and put them on my head before blasting the music from my playlist. With that done, I shoved my hands into my red jacket pockets.

Detouring from my usual route to the house, I walk in the darkened streets towards a grocery store. The neon lights of neighboring shops and overhead street lamps flash over me, enough to cast visibility in the night. Glancing around me, I notice that the streets are more lively than before. Then, there was barely anyone, but now, people decorate the darkened streets as they do their everyday tasks.

Not saying anything and just listening to my music, I pass a group of scantily dressed women as they stand huddled together. Seeing as I usually walk these streets at this time, they know me by mere routine. I see acknowledgement in their eyes as they look at me, and I nod in recognition, bidding them a silent greetings. As I continue on, I pass the drug dealer standing at the edge of his claimed alley way. I say and do nothing when I watch him successfully sell a batch of meth to his regular customer.

After several minutes of walking uptown, I finally arrive at the grocery shop that I cashier at. Working here allows me to get some discounts on my shopping, so fortunately I won't spend as much as I were to go to another store. Grabbing a small shopping cart, I scout through the aisles and take the basic necessities. Milk, check. Bread - obviously wheat, check. Rice, check. Vegetables - a variety, check. Eggs, check. Chicken breasts, check. Beef - a variety, cheek. And fish - again a variety, check.

As the items are checking out, I quickly glance at my phone and see the time, 23:09. Sighing, I put my phone away and look up, watching as the total price go up with each item. With the last item getting scanned, the cashier - Hoshiko, smiles at me.

"That would be 3,582 yen, Midoriya," he tells me.

I nod before giving him my employee card. I watch as he scans it, the price dropping as well.

"Okay, your total is 2,049 yen," Hoshiko informs.

This time I slide my debit card, paying the discounted amount.

He smiles as the payment gets approved. "Midoriya, do you need help carrying out. I can call someone to help you," he asks.

Giving a tight smile, I shake my head. "No, thanks, Hoshiko, I got it handled." I state whilst grabbing all the bags.

"Alright, see you tomorrow then! Have a nice night," he waves me off as I walk away.

"You too," I simply say.

With that handled, I step back into the darkened streets, each step taking me deeper into the black abyss of the night. I ignore the pressuring weight of the groceries in my arms and just concentrate on the sounds of the slow tempo electronica. The artist singing resembles the sound of a indie singer, meaningful, sad, and haunting.

Would it be selfish of me to become a villain? Possibly.

It's more for my sake, than others. It will definitely hurt my family to see me turn to something so heinous.

It's either turning to a criminal, or slowly disintegrate from myself - falling to unrecognizable fragments.

Either or, I'm destroying a part of my life.

Sigh.

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      IT WAS ALMOST an hour before I finally reached the apartments. Walking up the flight of stairs was tedious, but I eventually reached the door of our home. Setting some bags down, I fished my keys from my backpack and let myself in. Picking up the bags, I carry them inside and close the door, locking it, behind me.

"Mom, I'm home," I yell out, placing the bags on the counter.

"Oh, Itsumi, you didn't have to buy all of this," the short woman says, walking up to me.

"It's no big deal, mom. It's the least I can do," I say stoically before moving to put the groceries away.

"Thank you, sweetie," she smiles up at me. "At least, let me do this. You still have your homework to do. Go do that and rest."

"Alright, thanks."

"And Itsumi, try to get some sleep tonight," she urges with a smile.

"I'll try," I wave her off, walking towards my room.

Going down the hallway, I slow down as I reach my Izuku's room. I nod in content when I see a dim light from under his door, knowing that he's probably on his computer. Continuing on, I reach my room and enter the darkened space, a bit chilly since I left the window ajar. Closing my bedroom door, I sigh in content, finally able to relax in my enclosed leisure.

Setting my backpack on my bed, I change out of my school uniform and into a pair of pyjama shorts and an oversized muscle shirt. Turning on my desk lamp and my computer screens, I take off my headphones before connecting them to the desktop.

Eventually, after sitting down in my chair and taking out my homework, I get finished with my trigonometry assignment. Sliding out my keyboard, I enter my eighteen digit password and unlock my computer. Immediately, the multiple screens are decorated with news alerts, crimes of different variety painting my sight.

The main one is about All Might stopping a sludge monster villain and saving a student. Clicking on the headline, my green eyes instantly recognize the familiar face of Bakugou, Katsuki. Otherwise known as my brother's childhood bully.

The ash blond and I never met eye to eye, especially since he always targeted my brother. When they were younger, I would usually step in to stop his acts of violence, but that never stopped him. Usually, I would never lay a hand on a child, but that boy needed a serious ass whooping. Fortunately, for him, I didn't. I just threatened him with my quirk.

Scoffing, at the news, I scroll down to further read it. Well, until I come across another picture. Narrowing my eyes, I frown when I see my brother standing at the scene.

What the hell was he doing there? Was he involved in some sort? I'll question him tomorrow.

Backing out of the article, I click on another. I raise my eyebrows, apparently in Europe there's a villain causing all sorts of trouble with their quirk. They went on a murder spree, slaughtering several members of a mob in a Italian restaurant - La Rossa Notte. Nodding in respect, I back out of the article and continue reading the different headlines.

Eventually, after a few minutes of reading articles, I immediately crack my fingers and quickly type on the keyboard. Windows pop up and I type in various amounts of codes as I hack through the police systems. My mind races to find details of crime scenes, any act of murder is tonight's guilty pleasure. I read report after report of gruesome details, the blood splatter, the intricate cuts on skin, the violent stab wounds, the bruising on their limbs. It should sicken me, but all I am is fascinated.

Death intrigues me. It always will.

Shaking my head, I look towards the bottom corner of the screen and read the time, 03:17. Exiting the police system and the multiple windows, I enter Writer Process to finish my final draft of my AP English assignment. Sure, it's the first day of classes, but summer homework is a thing for advanced classes.

My English paper takes at least thirty minutes to write as I add more details and input all the edits I made. Then, for the next hour I work on both my Japanese Studies, picking a topic about economic structures and how they affect the lifestyles of different class citizens, also starting on my assignment for my Computer Science class by designing a simple code - I'll continue the assignment in class after getting the teacher's approval to continue. When I'm done with my homework assignments, it's nearly five in the morning which leaves me no time to sleep.

Sighing, I print my English homework, and save my J.S. and C.S. assignments to my flash drive. With that done, I close all the windows and take off my headphones, getting out of my seat. Once I'm standing, I stretch my body and pop all my locked joints, groaning in relief as they do before returning to my slumped posture. With a heavy sigh, I push away from my desk and get up. Picking up my dirty uniform from my floor and my basket of clothes, I then walk out of my bedroom towards the laundry machines. With enough to partly fill one cycle, I close the lid and wash my clothes. While that's being done, I walk into the bathroom and quickly take a shower, making myself smell like coconut and citrus with tones of amber. 

Eventually, I'm standing wrapped in a black towel and switching my clothes into the dryer before walking into my bedroom. Taking a clean pair of undergarments, I drop my towel and change into the clean clothes. Redressing in my pajamas for the meanwhile, I clean my room from all the scattered books, papers, and put them back into my backpack.  Reading the clock again, I sigh. 6:14am. 

Leaving the bedroom, again, I walk into the kitchen and make myself a quick breakfast. Well, to be precise, I reheat the plate of last night's dinner that my mother left for me. Spicy noodles with a side of spicy chicken curry. I could already tell that Izuku wasn't a fan of this food, he never liked spicy foods whereas I loved it. 

Eventually, I'm done with my food - washing the dishes, and my laundry is done. As I leave the clean clothes in the basket, I quickly pick out my uniform and hastily, but neatly, iron it free of wrinkles. After all, I am the top student of my year and with that, I need to look perfectly presentable - ironed uniform, perfectly brushed hair, the epitome of organized. 

By the time I'm done getting ready, I walk back into the main room of the apartment and watch as my brother eats a quick breakfast. While I'm waiting, I take the chance to question what I discovered. 

"So, Izuku, anything interesting happen yesterday," I state with a monotone, my red gaze boring into the side of his head.

I watch as he flinches, a surprise instantly painting his face as he turns to me. I can practically see his mind whirling, deciding if he'll tell me or not about the sludge villain attack. I acknowledge the way his bottom lip trembles as he stutters out his answer. Panic, that's what it is. But why?

My eyes minutely narrow as my gaze sharpens. Because despite not having the same emotional range as normal people, I could always read their body language; their behavior. 

"W-well, there was an All MIght sighting near here! Supposedly, h-he took down a villain," he tells me. 

My eyebrows raise with feigning interest. "Oh, did you get a chance to see it? I know you're a big fan of his," I question.

"N-no. I-I came straight home after school," he smiles.

Again, my eyes minutely narrow. Lies.

"Oh, that's a shame." I fake a small smile. "Maybe you'll see him the next time around."

"Yeah, maybe," Izuku mutters.

I turn away from him and glare at the wall, why is he lying? And what is he hiding?

"Come on, finish your breakfast. You don't want to be late for school on your second day," I tell him with a tone of ignorance, pretending that I didn't just catch him in a lie. 

I guess it takes a liar to know a liar.

He's lying.

I'm lying. 

And I guess time will tell where these lies will take us, what roads we'll cross. 

However, right now, I just feel that it's only the beginning of this family's downfall. Though, my sole question is...

Will it be my fault or his?

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Well, that was the second chapter, and yeah, it wasn't much. Though, like I said before, the firs few chapters of this book will be slow, mostly about her day to day life and how she slowly succumbs to the dark side of villainy. Where her structured psychosis slowly breaks and crumbles down to hostile impulsivity. 

Uh-oh, Izuku, your sister just caught you lying! That's strike one. How will this effect Itsumi? Will she be more suspicious? Will she investigate what he's hiding? Will she act out, and how?

Also, I know it's just the first two chapters, but how far are you liking Itsumi's character? Do you guys like her, hate her? Give me your thoughts, I want to know what you all think - I like the feedback!

Anyways, thanks for reading!

Comment what you thought - what you liked, disliked, or just whatever!

Until then!

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