WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ]

[arcy]

Izuku knew even small numbers of people could do wonders. Duos, trios, whatever. Just because it was the two of them it didn't mean that they couldn't do anything, right? Izuku listens regardless, ear flicking. He doesn't seem very off put by Nui's warnings, eyes still just as focused as he peers down at the feline. And then he nods as he speaks of Atbash. He .. hated Stryker. The jackass thought he was better than them. He was just dirt beneath Izuku's damn claws as far as Izuku cared, and Nui was absolutely right in believing the lion was getting too bold. Izuku huffs harshly at this thought, and it could definitely be taken as some sort of sneer. Izuku hasn't hated anyone in his life as much as he hates Stryker.
"I don't think there's a real pacifistic way out of this mess, anyways," Izuku says, and there's something sharp and toothy to the little grin on Izuku's face. He's been fucking itching to fuck shit up, and the way Nui is bringing this up is definitely encouraging him. Izuku is definitely less pacifistic than he lets on, though -- more cruel than he lets on, even. Even without provocation. There's always been a persistent itch for blood, after all, and it's not something he ever acknowledges. He doesn't, because bloodlust isn't something a hero should feel, right? All Might would be disappointed. .. As much as Izuku misses the serval's presence, though, he's definitely glad that the other is absent. Not only so he doesn't have to be involved in this Pitt stuff, but also because he doesn't have to see the ease that all of this comes to him. And .. Aizawa too, actually. And all of his classmates? Izuku just. He's .. not the kid any of them knew. And now Izuku is alone because Tsuyu turned and somehow, it's a relief. It's just him and his clanmates and they .. wouldn't turn on him even if he was maybe a little screwed up, right? Right???
His tail flicks. Izuku shouldn't give in. He really shouldn't. But, without a second thought, he does, ducking his head, and he's grinning. Still sharp, still with some sort of hidden monster just beneath the surface.
"No," He assures, and the words come with ease. His grin softens a little, becomes a little warmer as he shakes his head. He .. well. He didn't think Nui was bad for wanting people to hurt, even if Izuku thought so of himself. Which was maybe contrasting, but Izuku certainly had higher morality expectations of himself than anybody else. He was a hero. He .. used to be a hero. Wanted to be one. And now he was just ... this sad fucking dragon, yearning for blood, and wasn't that fucked up? He takes a deep, steadying breath in. "I ... I'd be lying if I said I didn't ... want to hurt them, either." That's ... a little played down. He wants to burn them. Rip their fucking throats out, see them die. Slowly, maybe. He knows he'll have like, ten breakdowns after the whole thing is over for these feelings, because he doesn't want to hurt people in the same way. But .. well. Well. After a moment, he shakes his head again. "I -- It's a good plan, though!" He offers after a long moment, making a little chirr sound in his throat. Good start. Part of him is itching to take it apart and come up with something better, something good, though, but Izuku can't. Like there's some sort of mental block. Fuck. Everything is wrong, especially him, and he's just ... He's not sure.
//aghsdjkadfj thanks
[s]oof tho im a little too late now rip[/s]

[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]