"Holy shit-" "yAAAAAAYY DEKU-CHAN THAT WAS GREAT!!"

The boy sat up, looking down at the stranger covered in blood below him, twitching. He still wasn't dead... that means Izuku didn't kill him, right?"

This thought gave Izuku a little ounce of his humanity he had dropped for a second or two as he eyes the knife imbedded into the man's skull.

'Wait did I-' "-do that..?" He half mumbled half thought, Izuku started twitching just like the body, starting to pinch at his wrist. The skin was stretched and dug into by his ring and thumb finger, nails pressing deeper and deeper into the skin as he sat back, muscles in his legs falling limp, sitting back on his heels. Right over someone that was slowly loosing their life.

"He's still-" '-alive he can feel this he-' "-can still feel pain he's alive-" '-I didn't kill him he's not dead I didn't do this I didn't-' "-do this I didn't I didn't I didn't..!"

Izuku felt something warm and wet coat his fingers, looking down at the blood from his torn skin and flinched and a hand suddenly appearing on his shoulder. The weight made him sink down, another hand grabbing Izuku's wrist of the limb that was assaulting his other and dragged it away so no more harm could be done.

"-ku. Deku, kid? Can you hear me?"

Only then did the greenet realize how much his ears were ringing and his eyes were watering, breathing out a bubble that had built in his chest.

"Y..yeah..?" He slowly asked, eyes blankly glued to the body below him.

He would never be a hero now. Not that he wanted to be. But his childhood self was dead now. Did he have the right to call himself Izuku Midoriya?"

"-d he's not dead. Kid."

"Da..bi... he's.. h-he isn't dead."

"Then finish him."

Izuku looked up at Dabi. "I..I can't I don't wanna, he-" '-is still alive he knows what happening he knows he's going to die he knows I didn't kill him he-' "-knows he was left alone and a hero could have saved him but didnt. I won't kill him. I want a hero to save him I don't want to kill someone. I'm still-" '-going to be a hero mom. For you. I don't want to kill I don't want to I won't I don't want to-...'

The older villain gave him a look, not recognize his pause between words. As far as he was concerned all that was said out loud fit together as a regular sentence. Little did he know Izuku's mind was spinning illogically.

In and out of mind. Attention shifting. He couldn't stop himself.

"Let's go home kid. Ya look like you're gunna explode."

Izuku blinked and realized his eyes were a little wider then he thought they were, rubbing them which caused some loose tears to overflow. But he was always crying so he didn't really care too much. Watery tear ducts... yaknow?

He just nodded, standing and looked back at the boy writhing. He couldn't talk. He couldn't scream. He was choking on his own blood waiting to suffocate and get it over with.

He knew he was dead.

A small smile found its way back onto Izuku's face.

He didn't kill that man. He just never had a hero to rescue him, Izuku gave them a chance after all. No, he didn't kill him.

The hero frauds did.