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Izuku was… conflicted. Mostly. The last time something this wacky had happened was probably his first year at UA. And even that didn't compare to this. Himself, Endeavor, Tomura Shigaraki, and apparently Satan himself were all trapped in a room above the normal plane of existence. Don’t ask him how he knew that, he didn't know either.
Regardless, he had a gun with two bullets and three different targets. Sorta. Satan was actually really nice? Like, the Twitter account that people thought was just passed down as a gag was actually him. Something about being an angel that was a touch too ambitious.
Izuku wasn't going to shoot him.
Oh right, he had a gun. A deagle from the looks. It was far too big. And now it was a 1911. Much better. He was really glad for that trip to Pony's family ranch in Texas now. Definitely one of his best memories from his third year.
Oh right, he had to shoot some people.
Shigaraki was… not a concern. He had surpassed him a good while ago and wasn't worried about the man child. Besides, he was probably already dead.
But Endeavor on the other hand…
The asshole was not only the worst but also was far too protected. For some reason, he knew there wouldn't be consequences about what he did in here.
There was really only one option.
He raised the pistol and shot Endeavor once in the chest. As the man stared at him in confusion and hatred, Izuku put a bullet through his head.
Maybe he could invite Shoto over for dinner with him and Ochako. Felt right to give him the news in person.