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(Villain Deku au) No Hero

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Izuku Midoriya stood dejectedly underneath the overpass of the bridge. His face was as ruined as the book that he held tightly to his chest. Despite almost dying underneath a bridge, he was having what could be described as the best moment of his life. Still weak, he stood up to face his all time hero, All Might. The hero was too busy flipping through the pages of Midoriya’s notebook. “A-All Might,” he choked out of his scratched throat. “Hey kid,” All Might smiled. Toshinori was, admittedly, distracted from his dwindling form. He had a few minutes to spare before he had to shrink, so he decided to talk to this kid; he probably just made his day at the same time as saving his life. “I read your journal, you seem to be quite the hero enthusiast,” All Might laughed, but the response wasn’t what he was expecting, ”Actually, I wanted to ask you about that. Even if I’m quirkless, can I be a hero?” His eyes shine with hope as he held the now signed book to his chest. The bulky hero turned to him as Midoriya looked hopefully to the idol. “Becoming a hero is not as easy, nor as glorious, as media makes it out to be,” he realized that he was being to harsh with the kid, who was probably just another one of his fans. “Listen, kid, your enthusiasm is greatly appreciated, and that detection skill of yours is quite the feat.” Midoriya didn’t dare let the light on his face show, for he knew that ‘but’ was just waiting to happen. “But without the power to back it up, you’re nothing but a fanboy...” he turned on his heel, flinching as he heard the defeated laugh from the kid behind him. “You should give up on your dream before it gets you killed” he felt pain, himself, when the words left his lips, but it was the only way to save this kid’s life. You have to burn the underbrush for the shrubs to grow. Toshinori knew better than anyone: this kid wouldn’t survive a day. He couldn’t even turn back around to face the kid. As the great All Might, he could handle anything except crying children. Hurt children? Okay, but psychological pain was not in his demographic of ‘Smash.’

The air was almost empty, but Midoriya couldn’t hide the pain in his laugh as he realized that he needed to come to terms with the death of his dream. The green haired boy flipped to the last written page on his notebook, All Might’s signature. He flipped another page, but all that he wrote was UA with a scratch through it and the name of a normal high school next to it. He was going to have to change his high school future plan. Nobody could blame All Might for stomping on his dreams. As a hero, his job is to protect to citizens, and he would be causing more harm than help by telling this Midoriya to strive for heroship only to be killed; it was better to nip the bud than kill the flower, right? Even Midoriya, himself, knew that his dreams were only going to end in flames, only if it was that mild. Alas he could run from the truth no longer, his dreams were garbage, and so was he… All Might made sure to walk a ways away from Midoriya before leaping into the sky like the mighty hero that he was.

Midoriya stood blankly. It took all of his strength not to fall to his knees, but he remained standing for the short length of time that he could. Of course, not even All Might would fuel his stupid delusions. Bakugou was right: he just wasn’t cut out to be a hero. Tears threatened to prick his eyes, but his train of thought was roaring to quickly to stop now. He would be lucky to be a casualty at a crime scene! All he was born to do was watch greatness from the window of his dead end office job. He was destined to be one of those people that performed small miracles, but everybody wrote off as nothing. He would be logging community service hours in his book and cleaning up rubble from actual heroes. He trudged onto the streets, aimlessly wandering home based on pure muscle memory. His ears were numb to the white noise of every passerby. It was only when he nearly lost his life to a lamp post was he drawn back to reality. A crazed lunatic in a car was screeching about how kids ruined his life. A former teacher who lost his job due to false accusations. Midoriya was just outside of his crash range, but he knew someone in that radius. Midoriya bolted towards the scene as he called out his the other kid’s name, or nickname rather. He arrived just in time to push Bakugou out of the way. Broken and flung forward, Midoriya shook hands with death for the second time today. It only got worse as the perpetrator exited the car. Breathing what seemed to be his last breath, Midoriya was saved by a hair when the offender turned to fight the greater of two evils. Unfortunately for the ex-teacher, Bakugou threw a nasty swing. He knocked the villain unconscious and was declared a hero. Yay! Except that Midoriya was yelled at for saving his life. ‘That was close,’ ‘you could have gotten seriously hurt!’ ‘You shouldn’t be that reckless, especially if you don’t have a quirk!’ He heard the same things echo, but he pushed it off and trudged on. Despite all of the ‘go to the hospital’ comments, he just wanted to go home. He had a day; Bakugou destroyed his book, he almost died twice, and his hero told him to give up on his dreams. Tears slid their way down his dejected cheeks, but no one noticed. Even if they did, nobody cared about a Deku like him.

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Midoriya slunk the streets; he could barely move, and he felt like collapsing on the spot. His dream came true in just a short moment as a thunk hit the back of his head. Pain split his body in two. As if he wasn’t in enough pain from the car, he now had a concussion to make it all better. He slammed to the ground as his consciousness cut off. His limp body was picked up and carried off like a bag of garbage thrown over someone’s shoulder. Not a hero in sight. Nobody to help him. The assailant slunk into the shadows and made his way through the allies.

As Midoriya awoke, he was strapped tightly to a table, and his entire body was in a throbbing pain. His clothes were limited to the pair of boxers that he had on previously, and he could feel the cold chill of the room as well as the icy surface below him. “Why did you grab this one?” a gruff voice asked. Okay, so he was kidnapped. Good to know. “He doesn’t even have a quirk!” ‘so you’re going to let me go? I never thought being quirkless could come in handy’ Midoriya thought with borderline bitterness on his silent tongue. However, it was never that easy. “This child got hit by a car and didn’t even go to the hospital! We can just give him a quirk if he needs it so badly; we cannot let this strength go to waste,” a more hasty voice replied; he was clearly the one in charge, but what did he mean by giving him a quirk? Was that even possible? He heard their thunking footsteps draw closer. No sooner did he feel a needle prick his neck. The thin point drove into his flesh and forced his eyes open. The liquid scorched his bloodstream, and he let out a scream of unfathomable pain. “He’s awake!” the hasty man replied with his gruff voice, sounding far too delighted by his adamant pain. Every fiber of Midoriya’s being cried to become unconscious once again, but every second his eyes were open led to a minute that he wouldn’t be able to close them. His screams went void; he bit his cheek to avoid killing his throat. Saving his voice was his best option if he ever wanted to escape. He forced his eyes shut as he felt the needle leave his neck as he let out a hiss similar to that of a feral kitten. The liquid spread a burning numbness throughout his body that felt like tiny needles pricking the inside of his bloodstream. His body became even heavier, if that was even possible, and he felt like all of the gravity in the room was focused on him.

Time was lost to the void as Midoriya’s internal clock was being crushed before his very eyes that wanted nothing more than to open again. Tears soaked his face and nightmares placed his sleep, but the hell never bothered to give him a break. The Doctor, as he was called, came in every so often to give Midoriya a new drug that was either mixed with or distributed along with at least one of the previous drugs. He knew that they all were different because of the way they made him feel. While one test would make a scorching heat spread across his body, the next would numb him completely. The only way he could think to describe these horrible flashes would be like a cumulative test; no two questions were the same. Some had a similar category, or effect, but it was always slightly different. He could tell the mixes by the similar pains and the doubles by the two contrasting violences, as well as the two separate pricks. Midoriya was sick of it; this hell that he was put in was worse than death. Every so often, he’s come in tapping his pen against his stupid clipboard with a new pain for Midoriya to try.

It had been so long that Midoriya had memorized the sound of his footsteps. He could tell when the Doctor was in the room at his awakening by the echoing tapping of his pen to his clipboard; it was something that he did quite often. Today it was the latter, as the thudding slowly got louder and louder. “He’s the only survivor; these results are outstanding!” the Doctor gushed like the sadistic piece of shit that he was. “Fuck you,” Midoriya chokes out. “And still so spirited. See, each drug that you took had already killed a person. People that survived their first dose never survived their second, and those never survived their third. You survived twenty six. Now, you can either stay and be tortured at my whim, or you can go home and make visits,” as if that was a question. “What do you think?” Midoriya hissed. “And the fire still burns, much like your body will for weeks to come,” the sadist laughed as he undid Midoriya’s shackles and helped him stand. The young boy pushed him off and looked to the table for the support that he needed. His legs shook as his whole body threatened to crumble. The doctor was watching, eager to help, but Midoriya would not give him a second glance, less the satisfaction. The not so subtle tapping of his pen against his clipboard continued to drive Midoriya mad as he tried to keep himself steady. After circling the table for a few times, he regained feeling in his legs, but walking was still difficult. He wouldn’t show weakness as long as the kids in him still burned, but it was a lose-lose situation when the Doctor was always happy. “Twenty six drugs in thirteen days, and you’re already moving!” he glowed as he scratched more notes into his clipboard, “I knew it was right to choose you!” He scrambled to get his phone out as he chose a contact and began the wait. He could tell the moment that the other person picked up, because the Doctor’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Kurogiri,” the man began, but Midoriya could hear the other half’s groan despite being so far away from the phone, the Doctor looked disgruntled, but continued. “Kurogiri, it’s time to take the kid home.” No sooner did a black flame appear right in front of them; it was like a portal to the abyssal hell of the underworld, and Midoriya has a vip pass. He took his old clothing as the Doctor handed it to him, and placed it over his paper body, as his eyes filled with the horror that laid ahead. Nonetheless, he continued into the void, surprised when he found himself falling right into his door. Two anxious, loud knocks echoed into the dead of night as Midoriya thought of any excuse as to why he was gone as long as he was. Thirteen days? Was that what the Doctor said? It would have helped if he paid attention to anything other than the Doctor’s mouth moving monotonously; he droned every sound that man made out and threw it into the void. Well, all except that damned tapping of his pen or the click of his heel. As he stood sheepishly, still covered in a rainbow of bruises from the car, his skin was a shade of white that could rival the moon, and his clothes no longer fit him. His cheeks were sunken and hollow, and the moon to the night lay under his eyes, but his mom was almost as bad. She look like grief had stuck her upside the head and had it’s way with her unconscious body. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried the same few words, “Izuku, my baby,” absentmindedly as she held him close. She pulled him into the house and sat him down on the couch, ”I’m going to make you a nice warm meal! You’ve lost so much weight! I want to ask where you’ve been, but, right now, all you need is some food and sleep,” she gave a half hearted laugh, ”I need it as well.” This gentleness was what Midoriya missed. All this time spent in darkness and torture; it seemed that her fleeting hand would fade, and he’d be left on the table once again. It would be the first dream yet. All of his others were nightmares of the scorching pain that seared his inner being.

Inko Midoriya walked out to see Izuku dozing quietly on the couch. She smiled at the thought of her baby being home. After seeing him on the news getting hit by a car and him not coming home for almost two days, she was worried to death. No nearby hospitals had any record of him checking in, and nobody nearby had seen anything; it was like he dropped off the face of the Earth! As a mother, her child came first, and the police department could wait until morning. She shook Izuku awake and handed him a plate, “I know that you want to sleep, but eat a little first,” her smile was pained and tears flooded her eyes when her baby smiled back at her. “Okay, Mom,” Izuku bit into the food. It tasted far better than the mush that was shoved down his throat before every injection, because even villains follow the ‘no drugs on an empty stomach’ rule. It felt so real that Izuku wanted to cry. He didn’t want his eyes to shut once he finished the plate. Setting his plate down once nothing remained, Izuku stretched his arms out like a child, desperately needing the feeling of his mother’s hug. Real or not, he missed it so much. He felt a singular tear run across his cheek as his vision faded.

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Izuku was surprised when he awoke enveloped in the warmth that he longed for. Seeing his mother’s sleeping face was the best thing to happen to him in a long while. He could hear her soft heartbeat as the young sunlight seeped in through the windows. Despite all internal cries of ‘don’t move,’ he got up to make breakfast for the two of them. Checking the calendar, he saw that it was a school day and let out a soft groan. Making sure that he had enough time, he quickly changed into his uniform before finishing up the breakfast that he started. His mom awoke to the soft smell with a soft smile. She all but bolted to the kitchen, tears flooded her cheeks as she saw her baby making her breakfast as if nothing had happened at all. Izuku turned around and met Inko’s gaze. Mother and son crying in the kitchen, because this wasn’t a dream. “Are you sure you want to go back to school already?” Inko realized that he was in his school uniform as she pulled away from the hug. She wasn’t blind to the bullying that her son went through, and it seemed a bit toxic for him to go back into that environment right after coming home. His reply was simply, “I’ve already missed a lot, any more and I might not pass.” She was reluctant to agree, but he had a valid point. While Inko didn’t want Izuku to go anywhere near that demon trap, education is important to his future. They sat down at the table to enjoy the breakfast that Izuku made. The air was chilled, but not awkward, as was the silence that hung in it. Inko desperately wanted to confront Izuku about the bullying, but no words could leave her mouth. She immediately recognized Katsuki Bakugou as the kid that Izuku pushed out of the way. She and Mitsuki were friends for the longest time, and Izuku and Katsuki used to be as thick as thieves as well. However when Katsuki’s quirk came in, he gradually grew distant. The two still played together, but it was no shock that Izuku kept coming home with more bruises each day. He gradually lost confidence in himself, and Inko always felt guilty. She let her baby boy go through such troubles because she didn’t want to strain her relationship with Mitsuki. They both had the same curse: a one sided crush. However, Inko valued Mitsuki because she was there, and Mitsuki was never violent with her. Clearly, her son had it worse. Nonetheless, breakfast ended without a word. Izuku gave Inko a kiss on her cheek as he turned to the door. “Izuku!” Inko called out with emotions flooding her being. “Have a good day, okay?” a single tear rolled down her cheek, but her smile was as bright as the sun outside. “I will, Mom,” Izuku smiled back reassuringly as he walked out the door.

Midoriya didn’t want to leave the safety of his home, but life moved regardless of his wishes. Every fiber of his being made him want to turn back around and rush into his mom’s open arms, but he didn’t want to worry her. To make his day even better, a familiar explosive hairstyle came into his view. He slowed his footsteps and tightly wrapped his fingers around the straps of his backpack. Slouching down to stay out of sight, he slunk to school. Of course it wasn’t that easy, though. He flew under the radar up until class started. “Students, I’d like you to welcome back Midoriya! He was in the hospital after getting hit by a car, but he’s finally well enough to join us again. Does anyone have the notes to lend him?” immediately said the stupid teacher. He acted like he had no clue about the blatant bullying that went on. “Just lend me the lesson and whatever activity sheets that we did. I’ll learn it on my own,” the whole class suppressed a gasp. Midoriya, speaking for himself? Unheard of! “Unless someone wants to lend me the notes without a melodramatic scene? Yeah, I didn’t think so,” he retorted. “What did you say, Deku?” ah, yes, King Asshole. “You know exactly what I said. That effect gets old after a while. It’s one thing if I were to insult or talk smack, but me just talking? It loses its appeal. I’m not trying to put an end to your tyranny, I just need the notes because I haven’t been here in two weeks,” he rambled, ending with a tired sigh. Another fuck up. Midoriya has just gotten so used to the Doctor’s useless speeches. The teacher, worried about his reputation, butted in quickly to stop any Bakugou damage. “I’ll give you those right now, but we need to start class. Bakugou, if you’ll sit down so that I can begin the lesson.” Bakugou sat down begrudgingly, but everyone knew that the squabble was far from over.

Class was both far too long and far too short at the same time. Midoriya looked at the notes that he took like they were in a foreign language; they might as well have been since he missed so much class time. “Oi!” Midoriya stopped out of pure instinct. “So, going to the hospital was what it took to make you finally grow some balls, eh, Deku?” Bakugou sneered as his background dancers laughed. ‘No, I got them surgically attached, just like you,’ the retort hung heavy in his tongue, but Midoriya kept quiet. His pain tolerance had grown greatly, but that didn’t mean that he could fight back. Besides, his body was still heavy from the drug intake that it had been put through. “I don’t want any trouble, and I didn’t think that you had any interest in my balls,” whoops. His self control needed a bit of work, but it was too late to turn back, “I’m flattered, but, if your interest is there, I’d suggest being a bit nicer.” Oh he was so lucky that the hallway was empty, and that the people beside him feared him too much to say anything. “Huh?” his hand cackled, and Midoriya cowered. “Care to repeat that, Deku?” he emphasized that stupid nickname that he gave Midoriya. In response, the green haired boy shivered and curled up into a ball. While he no longer feared Katsuki’s wrath, it was the quickest way to avoid it. He was an asshole, but he was aware enough to know that kicking someone while they were down was unheroic. Somehow kicking someone down wasn’t, though. “Come on, this loser knows his place. Any longer and we’ll be late to class,” Bakugou barked orders that people followed like dogs. Midoriya sighed and wondered what it would be like to have such a power. He stood up once the group was out of sight. Just his luck, the bell rang as he was approaching the classroom. “You just got back, and you’re already coming in late, Midoriya?” the teacher scolded. Everyone knew what made him late, the teachers saw it all of the time, but the truth would only get him in more trouble than it was worth. “Sorry, I didn’t do much leg work in the hospital, so they’re still a bit stiff. I had some troubles walking, but it’s fine now,” the teacher gave him that same ‘I would have accepted a stupid excuse, too’ look as they gave the same ‘I’ll excuse it this time, but only this once.’ The teacher had said that practically every day for the past year. He comes in late because of bullying, and, rather than stopping the bullying, the teacher excuses his lateness now cover up Katsuki’s tracks. Of course Midoriya understood why. With his quirk, Bakugou could top charts; he could destroy any evil in his path. It was too bad that his attitude was unbearable.

Classes were boring, with bullying sessions thrown in-between for good measure. He hid outside of the hallways when lunch came; thankfully Midoriya ate breakfast that morning. It was a wonder where the time went. Was Midoriya stupid for holding onto a friendship that ruined his life? Yeah. He was, and he knew it, too. Somewhere deep in his heart, he longed to go back to the old days. He figured a sentimental side effect of the drugs was to blame as he wiped the beginnings of tears out of his evergreen eyes. The rest of the day was uneventful as he mindlessly carried himself from class to class. Since Bakugou had decided to watch rather than to act, his followers didn’t dare touch Midoriya. That was always a pro of being bullied by the alpha; no beta was willing to get near an alpha’s omega. Con was that Midoriya was basically Bakugou’s bitch.

Bakugou clearly knew that something was up. Midoriya’s face didn’t look like someone who got out of the hospital. Worse off, his bruises looked worse than the day that he got hit. Something was up that Deku wasn’t sharing, and the thought of that pissed him off. Since they walked in the same direction anyway, Bakugou took this time to question Midoriya. “Hey, Deku!” the boy flinched, “You’ve been even more annoying than usual. There’s no way you got back from the hospital, so tell me what’s really going on!” He demanded violently as soon as they were alone. “I-I’m just tired, getting out of the hospi-” Midoriya was cut off abruptly by being pushed to the ground. “Are you looking down on me, Deku? I just said that there’s no way that you got out of the hospital, but you continue to spew that shit!” he ranted with anger burning like lava on his tongue. “But it’s the truth, Kaachan!” another lie. What was he supposed to do? Tell Bakugou that he was kidnapped and tortured? Was he going to show any remorse? The answer was still the same: no. Bakugou stormed ahead to avoid beating the answer out of Midoriya. Getting up and brushing himself off, Midoriya had nothing to do but walk forward. An envelope with his name on it lay in front of him. It’s only print read: Don’t forget about our promise. I expect to see you here tomorrow after school. Remember, we have ways of getting you there with or without your consent. Followed by an address. It was creepy and uncalled for, but not enough to make Midoriya stop walking. He marched home and enjoyed his last normal night.

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Midoriya woke up, his body throbbing. He felt like he got hit by that car a second time. He got close to no sleep with the haunting fear of the Doctor’s table hot on his mind. His body began to feel numb without that pain to grab onto. Nonetheless, he tried to act as normal as possible to make his mother less worried. She saw through his empty façade, but didn’t say a word at the dining table. He smiled weakly at the hot meal fixed for him as he gave out a blank “I’m okay Mom, I promise.” She clearly didn’t buy it, but she had no choice but to brush it off. “Why don’t you take a day, Izuku? Just sleep, and study if you feel up to it” Inko nudged, trying to get Izuku to give a lazy ‘I’m tired’ excuse. She wanted Izuku to talk to her, but she couldn’t approach him. The morning was short and bittersweet as Izuku gave Inko a kiss goodbye and walked out the door, repeating his first lie again. “I know you’re not okay, Izuku,” Inko mumbled as the door shut.

Of course, it was just his luck that Midoriya walked out before Bakugou. He learned that once his face hit the pavement. “Don’t walk in front of me. You’re just a Deku,” he hissed, nearly missing Midoriya’s hand when his foot hit the ground. “S-sorry, Kaachan,” Midoriya muttered weakly, standing up and brushing the dirt off of his school uniform. The rest of the walk was silent, up until Bakugou’s ants joined his picnic. Of course the first thing that they did was make fun of Midoriya walking behind Bakugou like an abandoned puppy. They continued to mock him until their ringleader told them to shut up. That was one of the perks- never thought that he would get to call it that- of being bullied by Bakugou. Despite being an asshole, he was the only one who really had half a chance to be a pro hero. As they approached the school, the wannabes hid behind the gate to try and scare him. “First things first, learn to whisper. I could hear you from a mile away. Second, such a childish prank wouldn’t work on me anyway. Step up your game,” Midoriya walked away after exposing them as the idiots that they were. Of course, that was only going to make their input worse. Nonetheless, he had to get to class before the bell rang.

Barely making it, Midoriya sat down in his seat. The teacher gave them a free study session so long as they were quiet. It was most likely for Midoriya’s sake as he set up a baracade of knowledge. The room was full of whispers, but he could block those out easily. However, one sound stood above the rest. He tried to block it out; he tried to ignore it. The laughing in the background mixed with the pen hitting the desk and his anger bubbles over the sides. Midoriya jolted up, throwing his pencil with horrifying accuracy. The weapon landed directly next the hand that forced those unwanted memories into his head, and the room went quiet. All eyes were on Midoriya leaning over his desk with his arm extended. His detection skills increased tenfold in the Doctor’s lab, because he could never see where the bastard was coming from. “Midoriya,” you could physically hear the shock in the teacher’s voice, “I would like to see you after class.” “Yes, sir,” Midoriya replied as he stood up to get his pencil that was sticking out of the kid’s desk. He grabbed the pencil so quickly that the kid beside it flinched. Quickly immersing himself in his studies once more, Midoriya blocked out the whispers. Even more of them were about him, but he couldn’t care less. He studied until fifteen minutes before the end of class when the teacher told him to wait in the hallway. The teacher cracked the door just enough to the point where he could hear the class, but not enough to where the whole conversation was into the open. The two students that stuck the closest to Bakugou crept up to the door. Since being insulted by Midoriya was the lowest that you could get, they wanted revenge; they needed material. Bakugou, while he wanted to know as well, would never stoop that low. He also knew that they would jump in so that he didn’t have to. “Are you sure you can’t remember anything? There’s nothing else that you could tell the authorities? I understand that your experience was traumatic, but violence is still not acceptable,” the teacher began with stuck up sympathy. “Sorry,” a lie, “All I remember is the darkness and the sound of him tapping his pen to his clipboard,” the truth- ish. It wasn’t the whole truth, but he wasn’t quite lying. He just left out the dirty details of the pain that he felt laying on that cold metal table. The two students behind the door raced to their seats that they had moved near Bakugou for the self study. “Dude, wherever he was, it was not a hospital,” “A traumatic experience? What the hell happened?” they went back and forth. “Who cares what happened? He’s just a Deku,” Bakugou complained, curious himself but unwilling to admit it.

Once the bell rang, the tasteless trio tracked Midoriya down to a staircase. The two weaker evils tried to convince Bakugou to push Midoriya down the stairs, but he declined quoting, “I wouldn’t get into UA if that Deku ratted me out. He’s to chicken to rat me out for bullying him, but, if he needs hospital care, that falls on my record.” Of course, Bakugou wasn’t anywhere close to liking Midoriya, but the dude pushed him out of the way when a car tried to hit him. Worse, who knows what happened after that? “Don’t you idiots think of it either; it’s a stupid idea,” Bakugou tried to warn them, but a slam proved their idiocy above everything else. Midoriya was practically in a pile at the bottom of his stairs. It was quite obvious that he hit hit head, judging by the way he clutched it. Three faces stared in shock and awe, but his only reaction was to count to ten. He waved his fingers in front of his face a bit, but then he stood up and continued walking like nothing happened. The worst part? The smile on his face wasn’t there when he was at the top of the stairs. Midoriya was overjoyed by the throbbing in his skull. The pain was just enough to ground him, but it wasn’t overwhelming. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at the fact that this was real and he wasn’t going to open his eyes and be strapped to a table again. Of course his smile didn’t help the deviants stop, even Bakugou was outwardly curious.

Classes went on as usual. Midoriya grabbed his head every now and then when he moved too quickly, but he was still his meek, cowardly self working on stupid fucking homework. Once the lunch bell rang, opportunity arose. Thing One took left, Thing Two took right, and Bakugou cornered Midoriya. “Where the fuck were you for those two weeks, Deku?” Bakugou boomed; he didn’t even need his quirk. “Why do you care?” Midoriya stealthy dodged the question. “I don’t, but-” Bakugou began, of course he wasn’t going to let any concern for Midoriya show, “Then don’t ask,” Midoriya abruptly cut him off. “Are you making fun of me?” Bakugou was pissed, and his quirk was activated. Midoriya flinched while the other two backed away. The green haired boy backed up until he couldn’t get any closer and slid down the wall. The blanant fear on Midoriya’s face was enough to make Bakugou halt. He didn’t care what Midoriya did as long as he knew that the nerd was below him. “Whatever. I’m fucking out,” he shortly stormed off, his two goons followed quickly beside him. Bakugou was always careful not to leave any physical marks; emotional abuse didn’t get enough rep for him to be reprimanded for it. Fear was all he needed. “Dude, we didn’t get any answers,” one said as if Bakugou didn’t know. “I don’t fucking care,” he did fucking care. A ways back, Midoriya slowly stood up, his legs shaking violently. He couldn’t afford any more damage, not when he had to visit the Doctor today. Lunch seemed to end in an instant, and classes went on as usual. Bakugou didn’t target Midoriya too much for the rest of the day.

Midoriya’s mood visibly sunk as the day was moments from ending; it was time.

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The Doctor called Kurogiri to pick up Midoriya from school to bring him to the League of Villains’ lair. The young boy was told to wait in the classroom for the same shadow that took him home, and that was what he did. Midoriya watched the kids flood out of the classroom. He and Bakugou locked eyes in a knowing glance. Of course, there was no way that Bakugou would take no for an answer. Midoriya desperately clawed his brain for a reason as to why he never left the classroom. He lowkey hoped that Bakugou would get bored after a while and leave without him, but it was all that he had. Bakugou was super suspicious of Midoriya; he had been hiding things all day, and it didn’t sit well with Bakugou that he never got the answer that he was looking for. He went back to the classroom after waiting until all of the students flooded out. When a teacher asked what he was doing, he simply claimed that he had left a book in the classroom. What was that little shit going to do? Wait in the classroom until he got bored? He’d go to the classroom himself before then. Just as he got to the classroom, he felt an ominous air. He was right about to call out to the green haired nerd. The boy stood awkwardly with his gaze shifting from the window to his clock. A practically perfect Midoriya sized hole appeared in front of the boy, and hesitation was heavy on Midoriya’s face. Black as night, it swallowed him entirely. Bakugou could only watch in shock as it disappeared right before his eyes. What had that nerd gotten into?

Midoriya stopped out into an alleyway that led to a quaint looking bar. The small boy stepped into the bar with a less than confident, “Hello?” The few customers looked at him as if he was the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, but the man behind the bar pointed his eyes at a seat. Midoriya knew that everyone here wanted a piece of him, so he feigned confidence and walked to the bar. “Who’s the runt?” a guy with far too many hands grumbled. The man made of the same black flames that brought Midoriya to this hellhole answered, “This is the Doctor’s newest toy.” Anyone who was looking at him quickly turned away. The Doctor was a bonafide sadist; nobody wanted anything to do with him, and anybody who could withstand his treatment was clearly no one to be messed with. Speak of the devil, the Doctor walking in and immediately recognized Midoriya’s puffy green locks. He raced forward like a child raced towards their friend that they hadn’t seen in a while. His arms were outstretched, but Midoriya recognized his footsteps. Quickly grabbing a knife that was on the counter, he whipped around just as the Doctor was about to embrace him. “I’m only here to keep my mother out of this. I am not your friend, and, from what I’ve seen, neither is anyone else in here. Don’t pretend like we’re friends you sadistic piece of shit. I’m only here for whatever torture you plan to dish out, so keep your hands off of me and get it over with,” Midoriya threatened. His eyes were originally comparable seafoam, but, in that moment, they were staring into the depths of an oceanic cavern.

The Doctor let out a pout, of sorts, and placed his briefcase on the counter in front of Midoriya. Since the kid publicly embarrassed him, he planned on publicly embracing the kid. Rather than taking Midoriya into his lab, the Doctor readied the shot at the bar. The crowd collectively released a silent gasp, now shaming themselves for reacting. Quite a few leaned in to watch how well the kid took the pain. Midoriya hissed as the needle stabbed his throat. His breath caught in his throat when the liquid entered his bloodstream. His upper body fell onto the bar counter, but he refused to show weakness. The poison felt like a thunderstorm with acid rain running through his vein system. His body trembled, but he forced a smile on his face. After a short sputter of coughs, he laughed. If there was one thing that he was going to do, he would ruin this for the Doctor. Whispers echoed throughout the crowd; Midoriya had won. “What’s this Doctor? Have your medicines gotten weaker?” a big burly man walked up. He was the type that wore leather jackets and started bar fights. The Doctor was livid at this point. “If they’re so weak, why don’t you try one?” He held up his briefcase and showed the vials in sets of two, each matching neon color a different mixture. He took the one beside the empty container and readied the shot. The man sat down on the stool one away from Midoriya. His grin was as wide as his face, and everybody waited with impatience. If the Doctor’s poisons were weaker, they had no need for him and could take him out. The Doctor carefully pushed the needle into the other man’s neck, despite wanting to shove it without regards to where it landed. The other had no reaction to the needle, but, the moment the liquid touched his blood, he freaked. His smile dropped, now turning into a fit of coughing. He gasped for breath helplessly as his body fell flat on the floor. He didn’t just shake; he had a full on seizure. All faces dropped as they dawned on the realization of just how strong this kid was. While the man on the floor had foam coming from his mouth, Midoriya stepped over his corpse, albeit weakly, and grabbed the container of darts. “Anyone want to throw a round? I’ve never played, but I’ve always wanted to,” his cheerful smile turned the atmosphere as cold as the corpse on the floor would be by the time anyone found it. The Doctor was now more confident in their fear of him, but he was still upset that they feared the kid more. The black flame in human form, Kurogiri as Midoriya learned, offered him a drink, non-alcoholic, and a lesson on darts that he happily accepted. Once he got the concept, his accuracy was stunning.

Time ticked on as daylight slowly sunk, and his mom would be wondering where he was by now. Since Kurogiri was busy with cocktails, Midoriya asked the weird hand guy, Tomura Shirigaki, for directions to the street. After he gave the directions, Shirigaki asked Midoriya a hopeful question. “You’re pretty interesting, you know that? How would you like to join the League of Villains?” unfortunately, Midoriya declined that offer faster than an old credit card at a store. “I’m not joining your stupid club, but thanks for the directions,” Midoriya called back while walking out. He drew a quick map in his notebook in case he ever needed it. After following the winding curves, he arrived at a familiar street and followed it home. He scanned the streets for an excuse. Perfect! Some stupid limited edition All Might drink, as if the hero had anything to do with lemonade of different shades. He picked one up and paid for it, coming up with the lame excuse that he absolutely had to have one, but couldn’t find it. Inko would buy that, right? Of course she would, he would add some dumb speech about how cool All Might was. He walked along the streets causally itching the new hole in his neck as he approached his house. He should have picked up band-aids from the convenience store. Whoops. Nonetheless, he pulled his collar up higher to hide it and walked in.

Poor Inko was worried sick when Izuku showed up late. She hugged him while he apologized profusely. He held up the lemonade as if it was a get out of jail free card. She let out a half laugh. To her, that drink was proof that her baby boy was back, even if it was a lie. The night was quiet, calm, one could almost say peaceful.

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Midoriya spent most of his time training at the bar while convincing his mother that he had made friends. He learned makeup and self defense pretty quickly, as well as the ability to completely disappear from the human eye. He stopped putting his points into optimism and charm and put them into more important places like strength, agility, and stealth. He got a lot better at avoiding Bakugou as well as lying to his mother. He wasn’t too proud of the lying to his mom, but he did what he had to do to keep the truth from being revealed. He dug out what must have been his dad’s old workout equipment and began using it on the side. A lot of things started happening. Ironically, being abducted by the Doctor was one of the best things to happen to him. Who knew that small, weak, nerdy Izuku Midoriya fit in with thugs the best. Of course, he still had to endure the Doctor’s poisons, but he usually spent half an hour throwing darts to help ease the boredom.

Two, almost three, weeks passed without incident. Nobody ever found out that Midoriya was hanging out in the back alleyways with the drug dealers and murderers. If he ever needed a hit man, he knew who to call. The back alley guys never judged Midoriya, because they were judged themselves. Whether it be a less than savory mindset or a villainous quirk, they knew discrimination never wanted to see it again. Things were looking to shaping up. The guys had a fake firm that he’d get a bogus job at when he actually did drugs. Sure, sugar busts aren’t the best way to make money, but it was that or a hit man. He no longer idolized heroes, but he still kept track of them for fun. One in particular happened to fly across his radar. It was a newbie, nothing special, nothing knew. He had a classic, half decent bulk up quirk, but what put him on the list happened one weekend while Inko and Izuku were shopping. The markets weren’t too full, just some nice church folk out for some post sermon shopping. Of course that is until a petty purse thief shows up. Oh no, better call in the big guns, he might go for the briefcases next. What better for the job than a c-listed newbie with a track record of destruction. Clearly, everybody knows where this is going…

Inko laughed buoyantly at the silly joke that Izuku made. The two walked together while Izuku carried the groceries. The yell, “My purse! He stole my purse,” was quite far from them at the time, but Izuku attracted danger like a magnet so it was only a matter of time until the clock struck midnight. The thief was quick, zipping down the roads like a car. The hero, however, was not. He was a tank: slow and bulky, but good at hitting… everything within proximity to it. Izuku readied up a punchline as the got closer and closer. Once the chase was a block behind, Izuku looked back to Inko frozen in fear. Without the purple purse, you could barely tell the hero from the villain. Honestly, they looked like a villain duo racing down the streets. “Izuku!” Inko called out her son’s name as he stopped to look at her. The bulked hero had knocked over a light post as he tumbled through the streets. The base was far enough away that Izuku was unhurt, but the bright bulbs left blood trickling down Inko’s head. “Mom!” it was a cry barely heard over the destruction. He rushed back towards her. Her head was covered in shards of glass, as was the area around her. It was a wonder that she wasn’t knocked out from the pole or the pain. Thankfully, if you could even say that, she was only hit by the light rather than the post, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to make it. Her eyes were closing slowly, getting harder to open each time they fell. She could barely hear Izuku called out to her over the white noise and buzzing. His words were fuzzy, as was his face, the final time she opened her eyes. He was right there beside her, clutching her close with tears water falling down his eyes. “I love you, Izuku, and I’ll always be your number one fan,” she choked out her final words before dying in Izuku’s arms. His sobs shook his entire body as he held hers close. There it was: rock bottom. He had no friends, and he had just lost his only family. The so called hero returned to the area, walking back to give the lady her purse. “Hey kiddo, you okay?” He approached Izuku slowly. The green haired boy smacked his hand away before it could touch his shoulder. “Don’t ducking touch me!” his voice echoed the streets as he continued, “Haven’t you ever heard of power input? If you can’t control your quirk that much you shouldn’t even be a hero!” He set his mother down and turned back to the hero, “Haven’t you ever been taught how to properly use your surroundings? Why don’t I just knock over this fucking lamp post trying to turn a corner! You never entrust your full weight onto something that wouldn’t be able to hold it. Your muscle mass is twice that of that twig pole, if not more! Why the fuck would it be a good idea to swing around it? You wasted more time than you would have just turning the corner like a normal fucking person! You are not fast, typically strength based people aren’t; you were fully capable of turning that corner without the use of the lamp post! Think before you act, you dumbass,” he finished his rant and sat back with his mom, tears never drying in the slightest. The “hero” stood baffled in the streets, not daring to even approach the kid. He slunk back down the path to return the purse to the owner.

The paramedics came to retrieve Inko’s body shortly later. She was pronounced dead on scene. Midoriya overheard the adults arguing about what would happen to him. Foster care was the most likely answer. He slipped into the back alleys and quickly routed his way around. He had no curfew and a few things to take care of. Although he didn’t want to recall the memories, he recognized a brick type that he had seen before. Walking around the building, it had no doors, no windows, and, seemingly, no entrance. However, he knew different. It took a bit of time, but he found the trigger.

He slipped out of the building covered in many new scents and began the journey to his destination. He threw open the door to the bar, igniting a look of pure horror onto the faces of everyone there. “I change my mind about your stupid club. I want in. I even brought a little offering,” he held up the Doctor’s head. “He left all of his notes, so I’ll be taking his place,” he announced to the shocked crowd. “What’s with the sudden change of heart?” Kurogiri asked in Tomura’s steed. “I want revenge.”

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“So, what’s your code name, Shrimp?” one of the bar regulars called out. He was another merc deal and one of the cooler people that hung out at the bar. “I’ll go with Deku,” Midoriya sneered in violent distaste for where the name came from. “Really? We could think of something better,” he gestured to a few fellow mercs before continuing, “You’re setting yourself up for failure with a name meaning useless...” Midoriya laughed, “But that’s the point.” He started speaking to the whole bar with his next words. “We are outcasts, shamed from society. Mistreated, abused, abandoned, forgotten, and left to die. Giving ourselves empowering names is letting them win! Sure, with a name that strikes fear, you can be seen as a winner, but they labeled us losers. That’s why we’re here! I want to make it known that they saw me as useless, just to see the look on their face when they learn what I have become!” he laughed, imagining the look on Bakugou’s face when he saw what Midoriya had the power to do; when he witnessed what Midoriya had the power to become. Kaachan was right, he was no hero.

He left the bar shortly after that, returning to what used to be his home. Kurogiri offered to clean out the supply closet for full time living, but it would take a bit to reposition all of the junk left in it. He arrived at the old house and quietly slipped in. News of his mom’s death wouldn’t reach the neighborhood for a short while, so he could still cut on the light. He began to set a few things aside so that he could pack them up when he got back from school tomorrow. He took a shower to wash the blood off of him, lathering in enough shampoo to drown Shamu trying to get the smell off. He took a deep breath, realizing that this was his last night in this house. He flopped onto his bed, looking at all of the All Might posters that littered his walls. Crying for the second time that night, his life hit him. Betrayal swelled in his chest as he remembered those words that his hero had told him. His mom was the only one that believed in him, and now she was gone. Once again, sobs rippled his body, but, this time, they didn’t stop until he fell asleep.

He woke up feeling like he got hit by a car again, but, like last time, he rolled out of bed and got ready. Putting on his uniform, he made a quick breakfast and walked out the door. Thankfully, he left long before Bakugou, or so before him that they never ran into each other. He got to school a lot earlier than most kids, but those that were there spared no glances. He went to the bathroom to clean up his face, as it was still puffy from last night. Shaded bags began to form under his eyes due to all of the sleep that he had been missing lately. Nonetheless, he began towards the classroom as to not be late. Class was nothing as he drowned out all of the noise. The idle chatter of students trying to get in their weekend gossip before the teacher began the lecture. “Midoriya,” the teacher was shocked seeing the green haired boy in his seat after what had happened yesterday. He let out a ‘hm’ looking up at the teacher. “Are you okay?” Midoriya only nodded, breaking eye contact and ending the conversation. Whispers and murmurs echoed throughout the room. Some people understood, but others didn’t. Clearing his throat, the teacher got everyone’s attention and began doing his job. Midoriya zoned the lesson out, staring out the window.

Once class ended, a few kids had the guts to walk up to Midoriya. “We’re sorry for your loss,” they lied directly to his face, quite scared by what happened next. “Oh, yes, poor Midoriya! He doesn’t have a quirk, and now he doesn’t even have parents! Let’s pretend to care about his sad, worthless life to see if we can get him to cry. Let’s console the kid, because we’ve done such a good job of it up until now! What do you gain pretending to pity me? Absolutely nothing. Now leave me the hell alone,” he snapped, shocking the classroom. “Oi, Deku, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” whether it was an insult or a genuine inquiry, Midoriya didn’t care. “What? Is there only allowed to be one bad mouthed asshole in this classroom?” he retorted, all sense of fear gone. Bakugou slammed his hands on the desk so loudly that it was a wonder how he didn’t break it. The teacher walked in and yelled at them, forcing Bakugou to sit down. The classroom was deadly quiet as silence choked all of the students. Midoriya’s eyes were cold and terrifying unlike they’d ever been before. Even the teacher had a hard time speaking in that heavy atmosphere.

It was around lunch time when Kurogiri contacted Midoriya. All of the students were at the cafeteria, except Midoriya who stayed behind. He sat in the window so that Kurogiri could place the portal in the right place. The students were due to return to class any minute now. Bakugou was the lucky first; he walked into the room just as Midoriya looked out the window. Standing on the ledge, he turned around, “Goodbye, Kaachan,” his last words were but at whisper as he took the first step off of the ledge. Of course, he made sure that Kurogiri’s portal was there first; he wasn’t dying until he got his revenge. He was transported, first, to his house. Grabbing his things, he left a note to Mitsuki Bakugou, Katsuki’s mother and Inko’s best friend. He said his goodbyes and left his mom’s things in her care. He undid his bed and packed it up with a decent amount of his own clothing. He scooped up his hero analysis books as well as the blank compositions that he had. Other than that, he grabbed a few non perishable snacks, and let Kurogiri know that he was done.

The League of Villains hideout was a rowdy little bar, with a quaint kid sleeping in the supply closet. Midoriya set up a small cot with the pillows and blankets that he brought from the house. He placed his tacky shirts on the shelves and tidied up his things before he went back to the bar area. He sat on a stool and let out a sigh of sorts, “I’m home.” Kurogiri smiled, unbeknownst to the crowd, and replied, “Welcome home.”

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Days passed as Midoriya took on bounties as Deku. He was mostly in charge of information and medicine, but murder came up occasionally. He was quickly accepted into the League like it was nothing, since he had spent months with them beforehand. He made drinks as well as poison and was a favorite behind the bar. Not very often, but sometimes he would get a drug request from on of the mercs. They established a bond with him that they never would have with the Doctor. While his missions weren’t the most important, they were good practice. Today he was getting information from a janitor at UA. Deku put on his uniform, the one that he only wore during work, and walked into the room with the poor fellow who just wanted a decent job. He tied his tie neatly and slipped the mask over his face before he walked in.

“So, you work at UA, is that correct?” Deku sneered, walking in a heavy circle around the blindfolded worker. The clacking of footsteps in otherwise dead silence was terrifying: it was something Deku had learned when he had been in those shoes. “Y-yeah, I’m the janitor,” realized his situation quickly after he said that. UA was practically impenetrable, and he was dealing with someone who wanted in. “I don’t do anything though! I just wipe down tables, clean the bathrooms-” he was cut off by Deku, “Sweep the halls?” Even something as simple as the hallway layout was valuable for a break in. “Y-yeah? What does that have to do with anything?” clearly this dude didn’t see what he was getting at. “So, tell me, which hallways are the dirtiest?” the switch to good cop was instant, “Those high school students are always so reckless, and they create messes so easily! I’ll bet they don’t give you any credit, either,” Deku smiles as he plucked all of the right strings. “They don’t! Do you know how messy the entrance always is?” the janitor began to ramble as Deku sketched out every detail that he heard. From how the hallways connecting the training rooms always being sweaty and trash from the cafeteria always being carried to the classroom hallways, Midoriya wrote everything down. He easily weaseled tidbits out with playful banter. The hallway connecting x to y was never just that singular hallway; he smoothly blended his words to learn that x was connected to y, and they connected to z. In short time, he even got a few details about events. The janitor was all too eager to groan about how hard the dorms were going to be to clean after Class 1-A participated in the USJ training. He complained about how Thirteen was so eager to help clean up rubble at a violent scene, but never bothered to help with the places that all of the dirt was tracked afterwards. However, one name stood out, All Might. This bastard was complaining about All Might. Deku grinned with the knowledge that All Might would be training with Class 1-A durning their USJ. Tomura would be pleased. Once the janitor was done with any useful knowledge, Deku stabbed a petite needle into his neck. The murky, pink fluid was one he like to call ‘Amnesia,’ for obvious reasons. Once the janitor passed out, Deku took the honors of dumping him in an alleyway near where he was when they picked him up. He would have no recollection of his betrayal.

After relaying the information to Tomura, Deku was needed again. Midoriya suited up, not in vest and tie, but in ragged clothing and disheveled makeup. His target was a man who had a purification quirk, so Amnesia couldn’t do her job. He was no doubt going to report the fiasco to the police. Unfortunately he wasn’t as useful as they would have liked, he could null any of Deku’s mixes and he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Deku’s tricks. However, he was the one who dropped the janitor’s name, and he was helpful enough for the both of them. Deku wasn’t allowed to use knives during torture because a handful of his victims bled out… Of course, he knew that physical wounds weren’t explainable and, if too many people died, they’d realize something was up. However, some people needed a painful push! He couldn’t help it! Nonetheless, he hurried throughout the streets, ranting only to his inner self. As he peered out to the streets, he saw the man. He pulled the half tattered blanket over his shoulders even more to hide the blades concealed on their inner side. Deku positioned the blanket so that a part of his arm that had been hit by a quirk in battle was showing. Often abuse victims hide their scars, which made him more pitiable and believable. The man was a saint, of course he’d fall for a small freckled boy with dirt in his hair crying, “Mister! Mister! You’re the one I saw on tv, right? With the purification quirk? Please come quick, my sister is very sick. I don’t think she’ll make it through the night!” he, of course, believed it. Adding the icing on the cake, “Please, she’s all I have left,” he begged. Even if helping this kid was the last thing that he wanted to do, eyes peered at him awaiting his answer. “Sure, where is she?” he couldn’t turn down Midoriya’s superior acting. Deku led the man into the alleyways, since he looked like a street rat it wasn’t suspicious, and down a few curves. Far away from society, he led the man to a dead end. He was confused and began looking around. Faux fear filled the air, “She was just here! Where could she have gone?” Deku cried, waiting for the man to turn around. Once he did, Deku lunged. He jumped off of the wall to reach the tall man’s neck. Wrapping it in a headlock, Deku grabbed a knife and inserted it into the man’s lungs. His screams died each time Deku took out the knife and shoved it between his ribs once more. Deku wasted no time hopping off of the man as his body fell to the floor. Deku took the broken blanket off of his head and scanned it for any loose hairs. He tore his shirt into tiny pieces before he carried all of the remnants to a nearby dumpster. He slung the body over his shoulder, careful not to get blood on any of his surroundings, or himself for that matter.

He became a master of the back alleyways in the time that he spent with the League; Midoriya slipped past people with ease. Despite standing out like a sore thumb, he was never spotted by anybody. He avoided the sleazy streets and was careful not to go anywhere near official roads. Once he arrived back at the bar, he threw the bloodily blade into the counter. “The target’s disposed of, you know, the one who wanted to rat us out. Just in time, too, he was almost to the station. You guys never give me any time to work!” he went from announcing to complaining at the drop of a hat. “Where’s your shirt?” Shiragaki felt the need to complain this time; it didn’t sit well with him that a kid was more fit than him. Midoriya hated shirts, especially after working. He was decently buff with mostly lean muscle, like an acrobat rather than a football player. However, shirts always stuck to his skin uncomfortably, so he avoided them at any opportune moment. Shiragaki didn’t like it because he never wore them in the bar. “In the trash,” Midoriya replied simply, irritating Shiragaki. The man brushed it off, changing the topic with a swift, “We have a plan to take down All Might.”

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Shiragaki started explaining the USJ plan to Midoriya the moment he sat down. Of course, his role in all of this was to watch the bar, but... Midoriya, actually, quite enjoyed watching the bar. He loved beating the shit out of people who didn’t listen. Night fell quickly from the grey evening, and Midoriya went to his ‘room’ to get comfortable. Rather than sleep, he shuffled through notes and mixed up a few more deadly concoctions to add to his collection. This one in particular was one that he quite enjoyed: a quirk remover. By altering the blood, surely there was a way to negate a quirk, right? He loved studying herbs and ways that they could be used, especially alongside chemicals. Midoriya’s bed, well cot, was tempting him with rest. However, it wasn’t until he began testing a sleeping gas that he actually fell asleep.

When he awoke, he cleaned up his desk and went to work. Tomura, Kurogiri, and a few lower grunts were in the back room strategizing about the USJ raid. Midoriya didn’t even bother with his tie as he walked behind the bar. They opened pretty early for a bar, offering decently priced pick me up drinks, like Bloody Marys. It was never too early to drown out the world, though. He began setting up, writing the brunch specials on the chalkboard, wiping down the counters, and cleaning up the sitting area. He walked outside to unlock the door and was met by some people already outside. “We need a few special drinks,” Deku knew exactly what that was, “Depends on your side effects.” Since the bar was literally the bases for the League of Villains offers like this weren’t uncommon. That was another one of the reasons that the bar opened early: last minute murders. He led them into the establishment and over to the bar. “So, what are we looking at?” Deku grinned, admittedly sending shivers down the buyer’s backs. “My wife is cheating on me with a guy from another gang. I want to take out her and her boytoy,” the main man hissed. “I can create an aphrodisiac that will destroy her internal organs. The aphrodisiac would insinuate what I can only compare to an omega’s heat, like a burning. If you can spike their drinks and keep them in a room together, the magic should take affect,” Deku explained, but stopped to cut the man off, “Their ejaculations would be acidic. Whoever loses, dies. They will both die eventually, but sex speeds up the process.” His gang nodded, silently agreeing to this plan. “What’s your price?” of course, money was always a factor. “It’s one of the more expensive ones, since it’s harder to make, but it’s also the most torturous. I have a few that are cheaper, however the effects aren’t quite as satisfying,” Deku purred, manipulation was his forte. “She did break your heart, right?” he put the cake in the oven with that one; the guy loved his wife, and she ripped his heart in half. He wanted revenge. Deku listed a price that seemed reasonable while causally extorting more than he needed. After getting the okay, Deku moved to the closet… his room. He moved to his room and began mixing hot sauce into cake mix. He started with a simple aphrodisiac before he began mixing up the drug. Combining them was a reasonably simple task as long as it was done carefully. Up front payment was given in exchange for the mixture as well as the details of a payment plan. “Every day you miss is another day that you’re stuck in my lab, so be sure to pay on time, okay?” Deku threatened, doing a damn good job of it. The man almost regretted doing business with the kid, but what was done was done. He and his buddies bought a beer for the road and were off. Midoriya, now alone in the empty bar, put on some music before partaking in miscellaneous bar chores.

The sun was shining brightly as the villains set out to the USJ training. Shiragaki brought a Nomu that Midoriya had named ‘Brick,’ short for Brick Brain. Yes, it was a terrible name; everybody knew that it sucked, but Midoriya didn’t care. Brick was known as one of the slower Nomu, being the first generation, there were still a few kinks to work out. Working with the Doctor and being generally into science, it was no wonder Midoriya was asked to help with the creations. Deku trained them to be soldiers. They would follow his commands easily. Shiragaki, though he wouldn’t admit it, was jealous of the way the kid could handle Nomu. He claimed that naming them was the key, but Shiragaki called bull every time, saying that it was stupid. Nonetheless, Midoriya said goodbye to Brick Brain the first Nomu, and waited until the bar picked up. He had quite anticipated the battle ending poorly. He just hoped that Brick Brain made it out alive. Their plan banked on the fact that All Might was not as strong as he used to be. That information was correct, but he was slowly deteriorating. Of course good ol Brick Brain is not going to be enough to take down All Might. His power wasn’t not going to go away in a day, but Shiragaki was a brat and wouldn’t listen- not that Midoriya tried, he just kept his thoughts to himself. Shiragaki was hilarious when he was upset. He knew very well that he would have to run the bar well into the evening due to them recuperating.

The bar picked up about halfway into the raid. Rowdy customers began to start a fight about something stupid. Deku wiped the bar counter and looked over the sea of drunk toddlers with muscle to spare. He didn’t bother trying to calm them down verbally before he launched himself over the counter and kicked a heavyset dude in the jaw. The guy fell, but his grip on the other man’s collar was solid. They both hit the floor while Deku’s feet landed on the table beside them. He spun around in an instant and threw two throwing knives at the girl sneaking up to the bar. It was a classic decoy-bar-fight robbery. You would think that nobody would be stupid enough to try and rob the League of Villains’ hideout, but some people were dull knives in the crayon box. However, that wasn’t their full plan. Deku jumped, avoiding the other person diving at his legs. He was the target; drug dealers like Deku were sitting on pretty cash. With a timed stomp, Deku crushed that person’s shoulder. He quickly jumped off of the table as soon a man twice his size lunged for him. All of the bar regulars huddled away from the five, now four, on one fight. It wasn’t because they didn’t believe in Deku; they knew that he tended to get a bit messy with his fights. The person with the crushed shoulder fell to the ground, clutching their bicep in agony. Deku had heavy weights on both of his legs that gave his kicks more power. The girl tried to use her quirk, the ability to secrete an aphrodisiac, but Deku was immune to such a weak stimulant. Unfortunately for her, she relied so heavily on her quirk that beating her in combat was easy; a quick temple shot and she was out cold. The two that faked the fight were charging at him, two weak fire quirk users. Their hands were the only body parts that they could ignite, so Deku dodged each punch with grace. Compared to Deku, who had been up against speed boost quirks in fights before, they were nothing. He slipped out two blades and plunged them into the chests of his attackers. Quickly ripping the blades out, Deku grinned as their blood splattered in the floor. He groaned, realizing that he would have to clean that up. Oh well. Finally, he was one on one with the big guy. Said guy was the type to rely on power rather than skill, so he wouldn’t be a good match for an experienced fighter like Deku. His beginning move was a classic right hook; it was easy to dodge, and, with his open stance, easy to counter. Deku slipped past his giant fist and threw an uppercut to his jaw. The opponent stumbled stunned; few people has ever managed to land a blow on him, yet this kid just easily overcame his signature move. Deku grinned at the look of shock in the other’s eyes. A sock in the jaw was all he ever needed to knock a person out, but his fights never lasted past that. Deku quickly gained the upper hand. He twisted, using his opponent’s dazed state to his advantage, and braced his hands on a table to gain height on the kick that he threw. The moment his foot collided with the man’s face, the fight was over. The large, now limp, body had slammed against the wall, skull shaking against the immovable brick foundation. He huffed as his feet hit the ground. Immediately after the fights was over, Midoriya began the cleanup. He picked the bodies up one by one and carried them to a corner of the bar labeled “Corner Of Shame.” None of his blows were fatal, but he patched the unconscious people up before he went to bar clean up. “Hey, Squirt, once you’re done with that can I get a beer?” one of the regulars called with a grin.

It was no surprise when Shiragaki got back from the USJ raid disgruntled and pouting like the giant man-child he was. Of course All Might was dwindling, his power was slowly fading, but good ol Brick Brain was not nearly enough to take down the Symbol of Peace. Midoriya tried his best not to laugh as Shiragaki sulked through the bar to the get to the back room. Once he was in though, giggles erupted from behind the bar. As they dwindled in short time, Deku turned to Kurogiri, who was now helping him behind the bar, “What was the count?” The casualty count: essential to every mission. This included anyone lost to the authorities, crippled, and, of course, those who actually died. “Brick did not make it out,” Kurogiri knew that was what the kid was asking. Midoriya didn’t care about a group of wannabe villains; Brick Brain was the only one he was actually concerned about. Deku blew up, “What? Why? Not Brick Brain!” sneers echoed the bar. They weren’t so much of sneers, but that was just how the weirdos that the bar gathered laughed. “He was blown away by All Might. We didn’t have enough time to search for him...” Kurogiri was sympathetic to the kid, but caring about an anthropomorphic creation was kind of stupid. “Deku!” a name he was rarely called outside of business, “You have your next assignment.”

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His goal was to infiltrate the UA Sports Festival. Being, both, the most casual as well as the most observative, this was a mission meant for him. Deku already knew all of the background checks that they ran to get into the event, as well as all of the security features that the stadium had; it paid to be a UA fanboy. As a kid, he had always wanted to watch the event live. Funny how life worked.

While waiting for the day to come, he rounded up a couple books of basic information on all of the students. He had their past achievements and fighting styles in one page next to a blank page where he was going to write their growth rate and new fighting styles. He carried a small hero backpack with him with the UA student books, snacks, drinks, and a blanket, because he got cold easily. He wore a simple hoodie that said “jacket” on the cover and a pair of grey pants. He had to sneak in, since the risk of someone seeing one of Kurogiri‘s gates was too high. He slipped into a seat near an escape route just as President Mic began announcing the entering classes. Immediately, Midoriya recognized Bakugou in the crowd. He cringed inwardly when it was vocalized that Bakugou would make the opening statement. “I’m going to win,” it wasn’t an announcement, it was a threat, a challenge. Very Bakugou. Admittedly, Midoriya scribbled a bit in his notebook about the unchanged arrogance; he had half a book full of his “childhood friend” already, but that never stopped him from writing down more. Nonetheless, none of the students enjoyed that… However, the first even began shortly after. It was a simple race, avoid all obstacles and pass the finish line. Easy enough. Ha. Midoriya’s eyes darted around rapidly, looking at the fields, looking at the screens, focusing just enough on a student to find their page and verify all of the information. The first column on each page was weakness. He watched as the students fell over themselves, over the obstacles, and over their competition.

It wasn’t too long until the race ended, only fifty people made it past the first round. On all of the cut list, Midoriya wrote ‘failed’ in bright red letters atop the character sheets. Next up was the cavalry battle. It was a show of how well they could work with team members. Boy was it fun to watch Bakugou during the match. Of course, there wasn’t much information in the first two rounds, but the jackpot was coming up next: the one on one battles. Midoriya bookmarked all of the pages of people that had made it this far. Most of them were ones that he had predicted; the main characters were pretty obvious and easy to spot in a crowd. The battles began, and Midoriya kicked into overdrive. All of the people around him witnessed him as he mumbled and scratched lines on the paper furiously. He wrote down all of the obvious matches, such as Mina and Aoyama, to the more balanced matches such as the one between Hitoshi Shinsou and Mashirao Ojiro. Shinsou and Ojiro were on the same cavalry team; the team that had people drop out due to memory loss. The match looked completely one sided in the beginning, but it was almost over in an instant when Ojiro started walking toward the edge of the stadium. Everyone thought that he had lost his mind, partly because he did. From the beginning, it looked like Shinsou’s quirk had no weaknesses, until Ojiro tripped. Once the pain snapped him out of the control, the real fights began. They were about even in strength; Shinsou had seen his share of battles as well. His only downfall was forgetting about Ojiro’s fully mobile extra limb. Nonetheless, it was a good fight. Midoriya also enjoyed Ejiro Kirishima and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. Since they had similar quirks, it was a battle of brawn. Iron vs rock: who would win? It was Kirishima, just as Midoriya had predicted. While Tetsutetsu’s quirk had a higher density, Kirishima had more experience and a less a quirk less costly to maintain.

The final round was approaching steadily. Shouto Todoroki vs Katsuki Bakugou; a much anticipated fight. Midoriya had plenty enough analysis in his book to call it a day, so he left the outer stadium and allowed himself to wander. Ironically, Midoriya actually got lost trying to find the bathrooms during the time. Thankfully, he wasn’t the only one. A thud followed by a well known, loud voice; Katsuki Bakugou. He had entered the wrong waiting room and started talking to his opponent. After a short bit of observation, he realized that it was Shouto Todoroki, his final opponent.
He began ranting the nobody cared about his family situation, which was just Bakugou’s way of trying to cheer him up. Midoriya made a mental note at the fact that Todoroki didn’t use his left side due to a family situation. Midoriya quickly darted out of the way of Bakugou’s gaze. He wanted to confirm what he had witnessed, so Midoriya took the liberty of entering the room that Bakugou left. It wasn’t hard to recognize that multicolored hair; Todoroki Shouto sat shivering in the waiting room due to overuse of his right side. Thankfully, Midoriya had his backpack on him. As someone who, both, got cold easily and didn’t trust his most precious belongings at the bar alone, he had with him a blanket that his mom had given him. It had a black background and the words “#1 Hero” written in the colors of the rainbow on the outside, but the inside just had white block letters that said “You’re my hero.” The blanket meant to world to him, and it was the most comfortable thing ever. However, the broken boy shivering in front of him was more important than a broken piece of himself. He loved the blanket, but it always reminded him of how he was betraying her; even though she supported him as a hero despite… everything, he strayed down the villainous rabbit hole, and now he couldn’t get out. Midoriya wrapped the blanket around Todoroki’s shoulders, trying not to flinch, himself, when the other male did. “You looked cold,” he offered with a warm smile. The boy below him tried to shrug out of the blanket, but Midoriya continued. “I take it you don’t want to use your left side because of your dad,” bingo, Bakugou was right. Todoroki looked away. Midoriya stood beside the boy and began talking before the other had the chance, “He can’t make you feel anything. He cannot force you to become anything. Wearing yourself out by refusing to acknowledge what you inherited from him is only letting him win. It’s your quirk, not his,” Todoroki jolted at this. All his life he had been judged for having his father’s quirk, but this stranger was the first to call it something different. He could only watch in shock as the stranger stood up and walked away with a smile and a wave. “Your blanket!” Todoroki realized too late, as Midoriya was already around the corner. Midoriya had a devious excuse that he could play his care off for, but he gained a genuine excitement for the next match. He had so much written down about Todoroki’s ice powers, but nothing about his fire. What better opponent to have than Bakugou for such a fight?

Midoriya was on his way back to the stadium when who does he run into? Another ‘lost, looking for the bathroom’ heading to the waiting rooms. Was it stupid for Midoriya, a quirkless, villainous weakling to engage a strong pro hero who was literally on fire? Of fucking course not, but all Midoriya could think about was the Todoroki sitting in a waiting room, shivering. The small, forest headed boy looked Endeavor dead in the face and spoke as clear as day, “Parents are there to protect, not perfect.” It was something that his mom told him every time he made a mistake that got himself hurt. The hero was shocked, but any other reaction was too late, as Midoriya already passed him walking towards the stadium.

Settling into his seat, Midoriya reviewed information while he waited for the final round to start. Bakugou and Todoroki walked onto the field, both ready for battle. They were head to head, toe to toe. At one point, Todoroki has Bakugou completely encapsulated in ice, but the brute broke through. The hotheaded time bomb definitely had the upper hand in the current fight; Bakugou was only beginning, despite Todoroki still having whiplash from overuse of his right side. For someone who knew Bakugou as well as Midoriya, it was easy to see that he was playing with his opponent. Bakugou wanted Todoroki to use his left side, but it was to no avail. Explosion after ice shot, but nothing. In the heat of the moment, Todoroki almost threw a left hook, mirroring Bakugou in front of him, but he stopped where Bakugou didn’t. In an instant, both Midoriya and Todoroki were lost. However, only one got up. Midoriya wandered the halls for a secluded space and took a picture to send to Kurogiri. Since everybody was busy with the excitement of it all, there was plenty enough time to warp gate out of the stadium. The results were obvious, and Midoriya wanted nothing more than to sleep.

He strode into the bar and went immediately to the supply closet that he called his room. “I got the information, now I’m going to get some sleep,” he groaned before shutting his door and flopping onto the futon. He didn’t even want to experiment; he just wanted to cry. No more than a year ago, going to that stadium was his dream! He would go and do exactly what he did with his mom right beside him. Better yet, he would be in the dirt, with her watching from the stands as he raced through the course. Now? He was sitting in a supply closet that he called his room. He had just given away the most precious keepsake that he ever owned for a lie. His mom wouldn’t be proud of him; he couldn’t even be proud of himself.

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Waking up shivering, Midoriya decided that he needed a new blanket. He rounded up just enough cash to get what he needed, with some to spare of course, but not too much to where it was suspicious. He got dressed in his normal tacky shirt and pants attire, but with a hat for good measure. “Kurogiri, I’m going out,” he called as he tred through the bar. The nod was subtle and hard to see, Kurogiri was basically physical, colorful fire, but Kurogiri clearly nodded back to show his understanding. Midoriya slipped through the alleyways and to the main street. The hat atop his head kept anyone important from recognizing him, and thankfully he didn’t a background I.D. to get a train pass. He was going to buy groceries and a new blanket, but, to do that, he needed to go to a shopping district. A few stops in, he saw an ugly face. It was a member of one of the less loved gangs. He was known for being a pervert and a rapist. He would lure younger kids, usually teens to early twenties, by harassing them in the bus and following them when they get off. Midoriya gagged when he saw the thing practically on top of two high school boys.

Kirishima and Kiminari were going into town to meet up with their friends for lunch. It was a celebration to Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tokoyami for winning the Sports Festival, and for the fact that no one was hospitalized. The two boys wanted to do a bit of exploring before they met up with everyone for food, so they left early. Unfortunately, it would have been much safer to head with the group. The man towered behind them, hands way to close to things that mattered. Both boys were uncomfortable, but there was too many people on the train to make a scene. They tried ignoring it, but he was getting more bold by the minute. Kiminari suggested using their quirks to make him back up, but Kirishima shot it down. Even if it was a pervert, quirk usage was prohibited in public areas. They whispered solutions, desperately trying to pretend that the large, uncomfortable hands weren’t there. It seemed like a miracle when they left. The boys turned back to see a kid, who was around their age, pinning the brute to the floor.

Midoriya didn’t hesitate to yank that bitch down where he stood. He crouched down to the body, one knee on the floor the other on the man’s chest. The look of fear in his eyes was more satisfaction than Midoriya could explain. He hissed just loud enough so that the thug beneath him would hear, but not so much so that it gave away either of their positions. “Get your disgusting self off of this train before I do something about you. This is not your territory. This is my domain and I will not have your slimy trail leading to my area, so here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get off of this train at the next stop, or I will fill you up with my liquid,” Deku flashed the thin needle of a syringe. The horror on the man’s face said it all. Midoriya stood up, allowing the other to escape. He stayed just within sight, making sure that Deku would see him get off at the next stop. The train pulled up and he bolted.

Kirishima and Kiminari were astounded. Whoever this kid was, he was someone to be feared. While they were shocked that this scrawny, dead eyed kid who was no older than them was terrifying enough to make a grown man, twice their size scared, the two swallowed their fear and went up to thank him. He did save them from embarrassment and possible rape. “Yo, bro! That was super cool and manly! How’d you do that?” Kirishima was the first to start up the conversation. He placed his hand on Midoriya’s shoulder in a friendly way as the doors closed and the train began takeoff again. Kiminari followed up with a cheerful smile and a, “Thanks a lot, that was awesome!” Midoriya froze like a deer in the headlights. He had learned from his past how to fulfill the role of a tormenter, and playing badass was a skill that he had picked up at the bar, but a normal conversation? He had no idea what to do. He gave a sheepish laugh before giving them a response, “It was actually pretty easy, since his center of gravity was off. He was leaning forward, but, since you guys were standing there, I couldn’t push him over. However, it’s just as easy to pull him backwards, once he puts his weight on his back foot, I kicked it from under him. Other than that, all you have to do is be vaguely threatening. They don’t know what you’re capable of. Exploit that,” the art of fight, a language he spoke quite fluently. In his experience, if you can’t carry on a normal conversation, don’t. Both boys were in awe at this kid.

The three sat down on the chairs that opened up after people got off of the train. Kirishima and Kiminari did most of he talking; Midoriya mostly sat between them and added input wherever he was able. The train ride was a decently long one, unlike Midoriya’s conversation, but it wasn’t too far into the ride that he drifted off to sleep. The train tracks sounded like static and that made student’s conversation seem like it was just a television show; it felt like he was watching a movie at midnight was his mom, just like he used to. His head fell to Kirishima’s shoulder as the world faded from existence.

Kirishima almost jumped when he felt hair brush his cheek and a head fell on his shoulder. “Dude,” he called to Kiminari, ignoring any previous commentary, “Dude, he fell asleep.” Kiminari leaned in, confirming what he saw. The green haired kid was dead out. A low voltage shock spanned the short distance as Kiminari poked the boy in his freckled face. “Where do you get off?” it was a very important question, one that thankfully was answered. A sleepy voice answered with the singular word, ‘shopping,’ but it was enough for the boys to know that all three of them were heading to the same place. Kirishima tried activating his quirk and hardening his shoulder, but Midoriya was even more of a rock than the pebbles in the cobblestone path beside the vehicle. Kirishima and Kiminari quite enjoyed the train ride; they bothered the sleeping boy to their hearts content. Kiminari took a picture of the other two before taking a picture with all three of them in it. They both shook the boy awake as they heard their stop being announced as next on the intercom. The boy reluctantly woke just at the right time. The doors opened and boys waved goodbye; Midoriya, who had a set destination, and the two UA students, who were trying to find cool shops near some good food, parted ways as the train left without them.

Midoriya felt a bit stupid for falling asleep so easily, and so heavily for that matter, but what was done was done. He wandered off to find the things on his mental list as time became lost to the oblivion. Afternoon faded to evening as he finished up his shopping. Looking back at the train, he saw a familiar face. Green eyes met red as Katsuki Bakugou blocked out Kirishima and Kiminari’s story. He kept out of his seat and began running towards the figure that saw. “Dude!” Kirishima called aimlessly, but Bakugou was already off the train. The two boys sat back down with everyone that was left and told everyone that he forgot something and would catch the next train. Probably. With heavy emphasis on the probably.

Turning a corner, Bakugou saw him. “Deku?” a breathless pant, almost a question as it left his mouth. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Months of being missing, only to find him in broad daylight. Part of him thought that he was wrong, the Deku he knew was lost, but he wasn’t quite wrong… Until he caught the boy, cornered in an alleyway. Green hair poking out of the expanses of a dull, gray hat; freckles went off like a bomb, spreading across his face; the same tacky clothing style that he wore: this was the ‘Deku’ he knew. The blackened abyss under his eyes; the subtle cuts and bruises from various bar fights; the hollow holes in his eyes where the light was shattered: this was the ‘Deku’ that he didn’t know. Bakugou didn’t even need to call out into the alleyway that he saw the boy turn in; Midoriya beat him to the call, “Hey, Kaachan.” Bakugou froze as if the ground fell from beneath him. Hopelessly sputtering, he tried to find the words to portray his thoughts, “D-Deku?” He became speaking before thinking, “What happened? Where have you been? Why are you here?” questions spitting at the speed of light. “Oh, so you care now?” Midoriya replied sarcastically, clearly taking the other male aback. The ‘Deku’ he knew didn’t talk back or use sarcasm, let alone both. “What happened to you?” the real question. Midoriya only smiled, looking sorrowfully off in the distance. The way he held himself changed drastically, but Bakugou had just now realized. “You just vanished one day! Everybody thinks you’re dead! My mom-” another quick questionnaire, but Midoriya cut him off, “Are you trying to convince me that you care?” his tone was deadpan and flat. Looking Bakugou dead in the eyes, now, he continued, “Mitsuki-san is kind: she would have adopted me, you know that, right? She’s not going to let her best friend’s kid go into the fucked up foster care system. Is that what you wanted? Could you even live if we were in the same house?” he hissed. Acid hot on his tongue, he didn’t give Bakugou even a moment to recover, “Anything would have been better than living with you, and I know I’m not the only one that thinks that. If you can look me dead in the eyes and say that you wanted me to stay, go ahead. I dare you,” he challenged, green eyes meet red and sparks flying. Bakugou opened his mouth, but words would come out. Did he want ‘Deku’ to stay? Wasn’t his goal to get him out of his life? His mind raced with contradictions, but, before anything could leave his mouth, he watched Midoriya smile sadly. Green eyes hit the ground, “I didn’t think so,” was uttered as he turned away. Bakugou could only stand, mouth agape; words wouldn’t make their way to his mouth, his body wouldn’t move, but his mind continued to race. As the boy disappeared from sight, Bakugou began walking back to the train station with more questions than answers. What happened to the Deku he once knew?

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The Hero Killer: Stain, a “legend” amongst villains, unless you were Tomura Shiragaki. The fact that he had joined while Midoriya was away was quite unfortunate. He had no real complaints about the man, but Shiragaki was a giant man child and would not shut up about how much he didn’t like the guy. Of course, that meant Deku was going to have to get his hands dirty. Shiragaki setup the perfect plan to get Stain killed and “regain his fame,” despite never having ‘fame’ on the first place. Midoriya and Akaguro, Stain, would have gotten along well if not for the target above his head. While his conviction was solid, he didn’t offer Midoriya a roof over his head. Even if it was a gutted supply closet, it was all he had. Midoriya wasn’t giving up the bar for a hero hater. Despite being right about the moral failing of today’s heroes, his methodology was completely wrong! He was killing innocent heroes and bastards alike.

Planning for the attack was scarce, Stain was used to winging it. Shiragaki wasn’t even supposed to participate in the attack; he and Kurogiri, mostly just Kurogiri though, were supposed to drop him off in Hosu to find his next big target. Of course, Shiragaki personality prevented him from doing as he was asked, so he asked the ‘master’ for available Nomu. All For One must have had a plan, because he agreed. The group walked through the warp gate onto the rooftop. Stain was the first to leave, followed by the Nomu scattering throughout the city. Deku knee his objective as he headed out, observing quietly from the shadows. It would have helped had he been paying attention to where Stain was going rather than just ignoring everything that Shiragaki was saying. However, that didn’t stop him in the least. He turned down an alleyway to see Stain fighting some insignificant “pro” and a UA student, Iida Tenya. He was related to the pro hero Ingenium, the younger brother if memory serves him right. Watching just long enough to confirm his suspicions, he didn’t want to interrupt the dude’s monologue, Deku lunged foreword in just enough time to protect the boy, Iida. While just outside of the paralyzed boy’s vision, Deku picked Iida’s phone out of his pocket. He conveniently worked the phone easily enough to send out a text before Stain noticed. It was just his location, but it was enough to help the kid a bit. “In a situation where a hero can not defend themselves, they must call for backup,” this kid was lucky that he wanted to be a hero in his early days. Not calling for backup can be a punishable offense, especially with such a convenient way of contact. The boy was babbling on about this being “his fight” and whatnot, but Midoriya wasn't listening at all. Foot in front of foot, he began running towards Stain. Both had knife-based fighting styles, but the moment blades crashed, sparks flew. Deku was careful to avoid scratches, fully aware of Stain’s quirk.

Eventually, a bit of distance between the two opponents grew. Deku debated regaining said distance, despite the consequences, but his attention was drawn to an entrance. The boy from the Sports Festival, Todoroki Shouto, stood in the entryway and called out his friend’s name, “Iida!” In his distraction, Deku fell, feeling the paralysis spread over his body. “Don’t let him invest your blood, it’s his quirk!” Deku yelled, waiting for the minutes that he had to wear off. Thankfully, Todoroki could fight well, but Deku didn’t stop trying to move. Watching the other fight was an experience, he would admit; this scene would make great material for his books. Ice jutted out of the walls where Todoroki touched, but Stain was always a step ahead. The moment Midoriya moved his finger, Deku sprung into action. A deadly dance with a distant duo and a preaching poet screeching peace. Deku and Todoroki moves around each other almost effortlessly, while Iida struggled to regain his mobility. Stain blabbered on about his ideals, only making Iida struggle even more. The moment he was free, Iida jetted off the walls, charging up for a kick. Deku noticed how well the two classmates fought together, like a duet played in perfect harmony, and backed up to finish his master plan. He tied a rope to two knives, and prepared for launch. The right opportunity arose when Todoroki flew forward with his fist and Iida readied a deadly kick, both in opposite sides of Stain. Unable to dodge either of them, he could only allow himself to fall. Deku threw the knives so that the rope wrapped around Stain and pinned him the moment he hit the ground. Deku immediately searched him for knives, knowing where his most used knives were, and placed them aside, out of his reach. Deku took the liberty of carrying Stain out of the alleyway. He immediately recognized the towering stature and intense flames of the hero, Endeavor.

Endeavor wasn’t expecting a lot of things that night. He wasn’t expecting his son to willingly go to his agency in the first place, but going on a patrol with him? He certainly didn’t expect anything to actually happen that night. He kind of expected his son leaving him halfway through the patrol, but not in the way that he did. He didn’t expect those ugly beasts to be as strong as they were. He didn’t expect to see the kid from the Sports Festival again, let alone here. Standing right in front of him were three beaten up children, one mangled hero, and the Hero Killer: Stain. Letting the body hit the floor, Deku opened his mouth to explain the situation. A rare case of not speaking soon enough arose as he did. One of the winged Nomu scooped Deku up all in one go. No one could recoil for fear of hurting the kid, so all they could do was watch as he flew away in the arms of a fallen angel. Deku watched their figures get smaller and smaller as he neared the recuperation point. Shiragaki took one look at the boy clinging to the Nomu. The blood on his clothing told enough about Stain’s condition for Shiragaki. Of course, he wouldn’t be too happy once they start broadcasting that the Hero Killer: Stain was caught and put into custody, but that would be later down the road. Deku giggled under his breath picturing the little freak out already. He stepped off onto the platform roof, ignoring Shiragaki’s confused glare.

Shiragaki went to talk to the master immediately after they got back from the raid. Midoriya went to take a shower. He washed the blood, sweat, and sweet memories of friendship down the drain before changing into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt that said ‘villain sweater.’ One of the villains had the ability to print logos onto shirts, and he took full advantage of that opportunity. Everybody that wasn’t him hated it, but that only made him want to do it even more. He made his comfort apparent as he strode simply to his room, flopping on the bed and awaiting sleep’s warm hug.

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Midoriya wanted nothing more than to sleep the entire day. Who doesn’t? Against all of his body’s protests, he rolled off his cot right on the floor. A few laughs knew what that thud was, but they were quick to put on their poker face once the door opened. Midoriya was dressed in simplistic, comfortable clothing. He, himself, bit back a laugh at the sight of Shiragaki with his face in a newspaper. It was most likely an article about the takedown of The Hero Killer: Stain. Physically biting his lip, Shiragaki confirmed Midoriya’s suspicions, “What is this?” His call was so upset that it was laughable. “It’s all about Stain! Stain this, Stain that! Barely a sentence about my precious Nomu! What does he have that I don’t?” He bubbled like a science fair volcano. “Uh, morality?” Midoriya answered him in a deadpan voice. As if saying duh, he continued, “Even if people don’t agree with him, they see where he’s coming from. He wants to rid the world of ‘fake’ heroes- the people who are only heroes to be or look cool, or for the government benefits. He wanted to be killed by a true hero, like All Might. All Might completely fits the ‘hero’ trope, and he does it out of the goodness in his heart and all of that bullshit. Stain wants more heroes to be like All Might-” “I see! So it’s all about All Might?” Shiragaki cut him off, causing Midoriya to groan. It was luck that, in that moment, Kurogiri relayed the information that Shiragaki was too much of a brat to give, himself. “The master wishes to see you.” Such an ominous statement, as if they were slaves in a large estate, or mocking school children speaking of a dominating principal. In heart, one knows that they did nothing wrong, but they can’t help review every smitherine of memory to find something that would lead to such a terrifying call. It was already later in the day, since Midoriya needed sleep to recover from his fight against Stain. Plus the squabble with Shiragaki seemed to drone on that, so the master was probably waiting for a while. Not wanting to delay the relay any further, Midoriya didn’t bother with formal attire. He was given a set of directions and told to go.

The voyage wasn’t too difficult, physically at least. Midoriya sped through the alleyways in the quickest walk he could muster; the journey was far too long for running, but, then again, so was almost any journey. He made his way to the warehouse, mind racing. He must have done something major to meet the master in person, even Shiragaki usually spoke to him via tv! He entered the warehouse, slipping past all of the progressing Nomu and to the master’s room. All For One sat in the typical villainous swivel chair. “What did I do that was so bad, you not only had to see me in person, but also do the cliché dramatic villain reveal?” his tongue had become a habit, which would have been bad if All For One didn’t… laugh? “You’re not in trouble, so you can come a bit closer,” Midoriya hesitated taking a few more steps, “I’m going to reward you.” Oh that so sounded like rape, wow. “Shiragaki isn’t the easiest to deal with, but I assure you it’s all for the end goal. Rather you've done such a good job putting up with him, and keeping up with the League despite being quirkless,” okay, now it just sounded like he was being mocked, “That’s why I’m going to change that,” wait, change what? All of a sudden, All For One’s hand found its way to Midoriya’s forehead. Searing pain rushed into his body; it was as if every torture that he had ever been through was coming back in full force. His ears rang and screams filled the air. A new power flowed through his veins, but exhaustion prevented him from even moving. “You are no longer the quirkless Deku you once were. Now you are Dark Heart Deku, your ability is the manipulation of negative feelings. The rest is unknown to me. Enjoy your new power fledgling,” All For One grinned in such a way that Midoriya could only scowl. Asshole. A bit of warning would have been nice. He stood up out of pure spite and almost spat his words, “I’ll take my leave now.” His legs could not hold his weight worth a damn, but he refused to show weakness

It took him twice the time getting back than it did getting there. Once again, he wanted nothing more than to flop back onto his tiny bed and sink into sleep as if it was death, but he didn’t. The stress put on his body reopened just about every wound he had, so he threw on a dark red hoodie and grabbed money for medical supplies. This time, Kurogiri was kind enough to warp him as close to his destination as possible without it being suspicious. Midoriya bought enough bandages to strangle a mummy. The clerk looked at him weird while ringing up all of the medical supplies. “I’m an accident prone, so I want to stock up in case of emergencies, you know?” his excuse was completely buyable given the visible bruisers in his body. Scribbling something on a piece of paper, the clerk handed him his change along with the number for an abuse hotline, “If it ever gets bad, call.” What a nice person. Midoriya gave a thank you and left, waiting until he was far out of sight to throw away the piece of paper. It was a friendly gesture, but ultimately useless.

Walking back, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar face. It was the asshat that killed his mom, worse, someone beside him was thanking him for being such a reliable hero. A feeling of power surged within him; it felt like he was sent back in time to the day that his mom was killed, except today he was powerful. Onlookers observed as a violent, almost eggplant, aura surrounded Midoriya. His feet moved without his brain telling them to. “You asshole!” he yelled as he ran to the other. He focused his power into his arm and managed to shoot off a blast. It landed right beside the “hero,” serving as a warning shot. It fried the arm of his sweatshirt, but it served it’s purpose. Once his attention was on Deku, the “hero” began charging back. Just as planned, Deku sidestepped and pushed the middle of his back, causing him to face plant. Just as the other rolled over to get back up, Deku lunged, placing a deathly grip on the other’s throat. Flashes of the “hero’s” hauntings slipped into Deku’s mind, but they were nothing compared to what he had been through. Tears spilled from the sides of his eyes, and all he could think about was how much he wanted the “hero” beneath him to feel the same pain as he did. Feeling a dull vibration in the hand that was held to the “hero’s” throat, he did something similar. “You killed my mother,” he hissed in pain. The one beneath him felt a surge of regret, a regret that only grew. Adding to the list of things his quirk could do, Deku made said regret swallow the once hero whole. The numbing and overwhelming emotion and the blockade on his airways soon killed the one beneath him. “I won’t preach how I’m right, and he’s wrong,” Deku began, standing up, “But I will say:
Not every sacrifice is for the good.
Not everything happens as it should.
My mother used to be beside me,
Now my mother is dead!
That assault? Was his fault!
My name: Deku. My heart: Dark,
But it wasn’t like this from the start.
I wanted to be a hero and help society,
But the dream I chased abandoned me!
Now, I’ll show this world what I can really be.” His on-the-spot poetry was, arguably, on point, as he stepped over the corpse and sauntered into the alleyway dead ahead. Not that adrenaline would let it show, but he was exhausted. No one dared to chase him. He was there just long enough to make a stand, but in a short enough time so that no heroes or policemen could get there.

Slumping through the alleyways, Midoriya could barely cling to the bag of bandages in his hand. He clung to the the heavy hope of laying the fuck down when he got to the hangout. He leaned up against the walls occasionally to stop and catch his breath, but trudged on nonetheless. The bar looming in the distance was the best thing he’d seen in weeks. Walking in, however, led him right to the battle going on right in front of the door was a bit much; he was only trying to get to his room.

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Walking in with just enough time to see Shiragaki walk out, Midoriya staggered into the doorway. He recognized immediately why the giant brat walked out when he saw Giran… ugh… Both he and Shiragaki could agree that they didn’t like him. He was an asshole who rounded up troubled kids and threw them into a life of crime as if that was their only option for a future. It didn’t help that the two people standing beside said asshole were, both, kids, and most likely fans of Stain. Tall, dark McStitches was the first one he truly noticed, and beside him was Psycho: The School Girl. “Who’s the kid that looks like he got out of a meat grinder?” McStitches was the first to talk, too, gaining only a sarcastic response, “Who’s the asshole that looks like Frankenstein’s creation during an emo phase?” Sarcasm was clearly the way to this guy’s heart, because he grinned and stretched out a hand, “Dabi, you?” Midoriya returned the hand weakly, but still with firm grip; a bad handshake was unacceptable. “Did you want my real name or a code name like your ominous ass?” it was, both, a mocking and a serious question. Before he could respond, Ball Of Energy jumped foreword. “I’m Toga! Himiko, Toga! Nice to meet you!” she extended a bubble hand towards Midoriya just as Dabi did. He warily took it after releasing Dani’s. “You’re just my type! Can I kill you? Please?” admittedly, Midoriya couldn’t help cracking a smile, “Izuku, Midoriya, and, no, the only thing killing me is this pain. Speaking of which, Kurogiri?” Midoriya held up the medical supplies. He weakly took off what was left of his shirt and sat down in a bar stool, placing the supplies on the counter.

The moment Kurogiri’s cold fingers brushed Midoriya’s skin was the moment his systems overloaded. Scorching emotions burned his brain. He felt all of the pain that Kurogiri had been through; every hit he took, every fear he had, every haunting memory rushed into Midoriya at one time. It was like a high voltage shock; as if he grabbed a power line of emotion. Giran laughed, opening his mouth to make a comment. Midoriya hated it; he hated that filthy mouth and everything that came out of it. It was just a matter of condensing that. Throwing the feeling as if it were a wave, he shattered the table beside Giran. “Shut the fuck up!” his voice boomed as violently as the blast. Kurogiri let out an almost inaudible ‘ah,’ as in: ah, that’s why the master wanted to see you. Toga and Dabi looked with gleams in their dead eyes. Giran’s face fell immediately; this kid was terrifying without a quirk, not that he’d ever admit that, but with a quirk? He was the embodiment of death, itself.

After patching Midoriya up, Kurogiri made drinks for the three sitting at bar stools, awaiting Shiragaki’s decision. Even Shirgaki wasn’t stupid enough to turn away extra help, not with his plans, at least. He eventually walked out of his sulking corner, “Fine, but don’t get too cocky. Your first mission is as follows:” he began explaining how they were going to infiltrate the first year UA students’ camping trip. He had specific details about each location and attack point. Midoriya couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Shiragaki started seething with rage; it was hilarious. “They’re obviously not going there,” he began and continued without any room for interruptions, “How often have you targeted UA? Even once makes us extremely suspicious! Do you really think that they’ll continue the plan as is fully well knowing that information has spread this far? A child tells a parent, a parent tells a friend, so on and so forth. Anywhere along those lines could lie a villain. They’re not that stupid.” Kurogiri took the reigns here to avoid upsetting Shiragaki, “What do you purpose?” Midoriya hopped off the stool, wincing slightly at his mountain of injuries, and grabbed a small notebook from his room. He flipped through a few pages before he found the page he was looking for. “The Wild, Wild Pussycat’s mountain,” he held up the book with a sketch of said territory along with bullet points containing information about the range. “Do you really think any school, let alone the hero prodigy school, UA, is going to bring students on a field trip for fun? No. This local is reserved enough to where we wouldn’t normally know where it is, and it has the perfect area for hero training. Of course, we can’t forget that there are pro heroes that know that land like the backs of their hands. It’s a perfect training facility!” he explained vividly. “Smart, too, what’s a brat like you doing here?” Dabi laughed, earning a glare from both Shiragaki and Midoriya. Their eyes wavered for different reasons, Midoriya was offended being called a brat, and Shiragaki who clearly just had his intelligence insulted. “So what kind of plan do you have for this mission?” Shiragaki practically spat, off from being proven wrong, much less insulted. “Well, obviously, we go in, and we wreck shit,” Midoriya gave him a ‘duh’ look, waiting for Shiragaki to recoil. “That’s the master plan? What did you waste all of your brain power finding their location, and now you’re wasted space?” Shiragaki seemed to be having his own rage field day. “Yes, that’s the master plan. To start off, when have you ever actually had a plan? Not that I’m complaining, but, this group,” he paused to add emphasis, “-isn’t the brightest bunch. Any plan that isn’t ‘hit them… really hard’ is like a foreign language. We’d waste so much time teaching them codes and locations! The master plan doesn’t always involve strategizing with knock off monopoly characters,” he explained, shutting his book and looking Shiragaki dead in the face. “Fair enough,” the sky was green and the grass was blue, Shiragaki admitted defeat. As he stalked off to go do… whatever it is that he does.

Toga and Dabi were extremely interested in this ballsy teenager. Then it happened, Toga was the first to reach out, grabbing and clinging to Midoriya’s arm. The girl’s life flashed before his eyes. Slums, abuse, violent murders from the first person. A hand flew to his head as Midoriya winced in pain. Then it happened again, Dabi reached out to help him. Skin contact triggered memories, physical pain was a flame engulfing his body. Midoriya fell to the bar as if all of gravity had been centered on him, every swear flew out of his mouth like a sailor’s flag flew in the wind. He coughed and sputtered trying to regain his breath. All he could manage was a half assed laugh and a “I can see why you guys wanted to join the League…” Both were confused by said action. A flame of negativity flicked from his wrist into his palm as he displayed his quirk. “Dark Heart; it has to do with negative emotions. As a side effect of my ability to use negative energy,” he placed his hand on Toga’s head and watched as his hand began emitting a similar energy. “Feels lighter,” she commented almost abently. “Both my own, and that of those I touch,” he displayed both hands, “As a recoil, though, I involuntarily see, and feel, all of the negative emotions that the people I touch feel.” Two dumbfounded looks fell upon Midoriya, so he demonstrated, “Your dad’s an asshole,” Dabi, “You don’t understand love, so your homicidal tendencies take over.” Toga nodded happily, “It makes me super sad!” she beamed. Dabi looked like he didn’t want to admit that his whole reason for villainy could be summed up in such a simplistic sentence, but any disagreement would have been justifying his dad. He shrugged, nodding with an outward glance.

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Midoriya, Toga, and Dabi spoke until late, familiarizing themselves with their allies. At last, it was the relief that Midoriya had been seeking all day: it was his bed. The uncomfortable cushions that could cause discomfort to someone floating on top of said bed. However, he fell into the cot as if was a mattress made for a king. All he wanted was to sleep and forget about the dull ache over his body. He brought his blanket to his chest, feeling a childlike sense of glee wash over him in the form of a soft piece of fabric. It was going to be a good night, at least he had hoped.

Color washed over his dark vision, and a dream was being birthed right in front of his shut eyes. The walls were chanting in something of Latin; it was so familiar, but so foreign at the same time. The world was spinning, making him sick just standing, and all directions seemed to become one with each other. He felt a burning in his throat and a demon above his head. He felt watched with eyes of pure bloodlust. His hands were red as he looked over a sea of bodies, some he recognized. He ran, bolted even, in any direction he could manage, trying to get away from the agony pounding his memory. He could hear the yelling once again, this time coherent, ‘You did this,’ ‘This is your fault,’ and insults thrown at him like daggers. The ground began screaming at him, calling him a monster over and over. He saw a light and ran towards it like his life depended on it. His legs burned like the scenery around him, but he kept running. Out of the fire and brimstone, he saw her: he saw his mom. She sat in a field of flowers in rainbow, with a bright blue sky behind her. She wore a yellow sundress and a straw hat, both blowing in the cool wind. “M-Mom!” Midoriya almost hesitated calling out to her. “Izuku,” her voice was shocked, but the emotions within that shock were difficult to differentiate. He ran towards her as if his legs had known no troubles, tears leaving his eyes as he ran. He was so busy basking in her presence that he didn’t see the twist of her face. He ran to her side, panting, but smiling as he looked up at her. Her gaze was downcast, looking at something he couldn’t have seen from his original spot. Just beside the flower bed was a deathbed; a staggering cliff stared back at him, but what was most terrifying was what lay at the bottom of said cliff. It was a sea of bodies, somehow even worse than the one that threatened him in the previous world. He looked down horrified, but that couldn’t compare to the face he made when he whipped around. “I’m disappointed, Izuku,” his mother said so whisper like, with a face twisted with anger and sorrow. Midoriya had no time to react as he felt two hands brace his shoulder. He painfully felt the fingers roll off of his skin in slow motion as he fell victim to momentum. “Mom!” he called out helplessly as his body plummeted to the ground. Just before he was about to hit the bodies, he jolted awake in a cold sweat. A warm aura surrounded him in his quirk, only exhausting him further.

He felt the warmth go away, leaving him only with his tears and a blanket. He was, surprisingly, glad that he gave his blanket to the one UA student; he couldn’t even bare to think about it right now. He looked down at his hands as if they were still bloodstained, feeling every teardrop trying to wash away the bloodstains in vain. His body shook like an earthquake as he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but cry. Biting his tongue to stop from sobbing, he looked around at his “room.” Another wave of emotion hit him; sorrow, regret, a hint of anger, and a few other things he couldn’t quite name. His room was once that of a fanboy; he had All Might posters everywhere and so much hero merch it could drown a kid. His room had an open layout, plush comforters, pillows, and a fresh layer of hopes and dreams. The best part about his room, though, was how close it was to his mom’s. Now? He barely has enough room for his tiny, uncomfortable cot; a blanket and a singular pillow; bottles on shelves that looked anything but natural; and the smell of sorrow in the air.

How long had it been? It felt like hours, but it could have been only minutes. Midoriya went to the bathroom to wash his face, trying to navigate the dark halls and open areas. He saw a glowing clock, notting that it was almost time to wake up for the day. The blinding bathroom light revealed Midoriya’s sorry state. While his face wasn’t outing his tearful night, his eyes were hollow and dead even when looking directly into the light. He winced, testing that theory; it was very much a bad idea to look directly into a light after hours of pure, or almost pure, darkness. However, the water cooled his face, running down the skin faster than his tears did. All of the sweat from his previous terror left his face feeling lighter as he watched it wash down the drain like the tears of his past. That night’s sorrow was left in the bathroom to run into the sewers and be forgotten forever as Midoriya shut off the light and walked away. After a stubbed toe or two and a few hushed curses, Midoriya slunk back into bed. He was careful not to fall asleep, though. Instead, he wrote down notes about how the Mountain Infiltration would need to be structured.

There was no light to gently seeping into his room, becaning him awake. There was no soft voice nor hand calling him from consciousness. There wasn’t even an annoying alarm clock. The room was quiet, lest the casual ticking of the clock on the wall. Midoriya woke up everyday completely on his own; his internal clock had specific times for him to lay down and hope the world would go away, but it also knew just when to get up. He held the book of ideas he had brainstormed that night and planned to take them to Shiragaki. He planned on sweet talking Shiragaki into staying home, not that it would be too difficult. He thought himself to be the master’s prized puppet; he was the shell that would carry out All For One’s goal. Of course, he couldn’t do that it he were dead or injured. Not even Shiragaki would argue with a statement as solid as that. He rolled over getting ready to start the day.

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Midoriya ran the bar as usual that day while his teammates went over what they were to do during the infiltration. They were to attack in the evening, when the students would be tired from quirking out and the teachers would be tired of putting up with them. The only problem was the annoying wait until evening… and telling the customers that they wouldn’t be open from prime drinking time, but that was mostly just arguments. About half of the bar patrons were participating in the infiltration, reading the vague instructions that Deku had given them each. Somewhere along the line, somebody started a discussion about what they should be called- not that it mattered. “League of Villains’ Frontal Force!” Twice, a boisterous villain with a cloning quirk, chimed in. His attitude was always a bit too bubbly for a villain, but he was the appreciated working comic relief. “Nice alliteration, but that sounds stupid. We need a name that does the job; it doesn’t need to sound flashy. We should be the Attack Force,” Mustard, a B-ranked assassin with a knack for murder, argued. Unlike some of his comrades, he prefered quiet kills and using his quirk to take out enemies without a struggle. “We should be a squad! A tight knit group fighting under the same ideals! The League of Villains’ Attack Squad!” added Spinner, to describe him as outgoing wouldn’t quite cover it; he was enthusiastic, to say the least, and a justice fighter(™) to boot. His past altercations left him with an oxymoronic hatred for heroes and a love for justice. He was, most definitely, the strongest Stain fan of the group. “That’s so childish, go for something like the League of Villains’ Vanguard. It sounds so much cooler and has a meaning behind it,” surprisingly the philosophical input came from Dabi; more likely than not, he just wanted to sound smarter than the rest of the group, though. “We take action!” Toga gleefully chimed in, “Action to make the world a better place!” They could have gone on all day and never left the hideout if Midoriya didn’t chime in. “The League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad. We lead an action based revolution with a tight knit group. Over. Done. No further discussion,” if Deku hadn’t said anything, Kurogiri looked like he was about to resolve the conflict himself. A silent, almost invisible, nod of thanks was sent to Midoriya.

Kurogiri slowly fed the villains through a warp gate to a mountain protecting the hideout. Miscellaneous chatter soaked up the short waiting time that the villains were currently being melodramatic about. “No good, it’s just not cute!” Toga, one of the many bouncy children in the League complained aimlessly. “The abstruse administration has laid out our orders. While they don’t appear to be the most professional, their planning is sure to be sound,” Mustard argued for the sensibility of the plan. “Not that, not that. It’s just not cute,” she aimlessly complained about whatever was most prominent in her cluttered mind at the time. “Who the hell cares? We came to kill, and I want to get to it!,” Muscular was just ticked that he was the newbie of the group and was very much treated as such. He was a powerful ally to have, but he did not embody the beliefs of the league at all. He was a chaotic evil amongst lawfuls and neutrals. “Shut up, weirdos, the plan is to wait for all of us,” Dabi spoke up, looking over the see of forest. Magne, Spinner, and Moonfish all walked through the portal after taking too long to get ready. “Ambitious punks only cause more damage than they’re worth. What they need is a hit from a gang of elites,” an open mouth declaration to the rest of the squad, “Peace is ours, and they will learn that tonight.”

Eventually the time came for the mission to truly begin. Mustard and Dabi were to launch the initial attack, drawing the attention on them, while Magne and Spinner were to hunt down the Pussycats. Once the smoke was up and ready, everybody spilt. The League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad slunk into the forest like a snake in the grass. Mustard released his quirk, the gas swirling like a typhoon, and Dabi did his job, igniting various trees, all far enough away to spread the fire, but not too far away as he was lazy. Magne and Spinner went to target the Pussycats. Moonfish and Toga wandered the forests in search of stragglers.

Mange was the first to officially strike, pulling on of the Pussycats towards her and landing a heavy blow to Pixiebob. “We are the League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad, tiny UA students. Pleased to meetcha!” Spinner stupidly declared. He was a living definition of a poorly written comic book villain, always blurting out whatever comes to mind. ‘Ha ha, heroes! I (we) have (think we have) the upper hand! (we don’t) Since we’re so confident (cocky, stupid), here is the entire layout of said plan, step by step (as if we were explaining it to one of our recruits)’ type of badly written comic book villain. Magne was smarter than Spinner, holding Pixie-Bob to the ground with her weapon. “Should I crush her pretty little skull? I don’t see why not, but what do you guys think?” psychological manipulation that was to instil a feeling of helplessness. It wasn’t outwardly taking a hostage, but it was showing that she wasn’t hesitating. The problem with hostages always becomes ‘if you kill them, you have nothing,’ so having the clear ability to ignore your “advantage,” shows power. Student’s shocked faces were priceless as they gaze upon the villains. Tiger, however, was not having it. He knew the woes of being a woman, and, as a person, also wished for a similar happiness. It was no secret that the Pussycats were steadily creeping past optimal age. Pixie-Bob was taking it the hardest. “Don’t you dare!” he hissed- pun intended, with rage hot on tongue. Both Ragdoll and Tiger were happy with hero life, Mandalay was just worried about the idea of being old, but Pixie-Bob was the romantic of the group. Magne didn’t care for that though, she had her heart broken far to many times to care about the heart of a “beautiful” woman. Tired of being the “coyote ugly,” she wanted to make it so that beauty didn’t run the world. Spinner cut in as well, completely knowing Magne’s anger for those deemed “attractive.” He called out, “Don’t be hasty Big Sis Mag,” he knew she loved that nickname, for several reasons, “You, too, Tiger,” he held his arms out to stop the two readied opponents. “Holding life in your hands is the most important thing you can do! Do you not remember Stain’s teachings?”

Of course that fanboy would bring up Stain. He took every word from that man’s mouth as if it was his lifeline, after a while that was what happened. He believed heavily in justice, but was always made fun of as a kid. He wasn’t the strongest, the smartest, and definitely not the most beautiful: he wasn’t an “ideal” hero, and his strong sense of justice got him nowhere. “Stain… So these people were his followers,” Iida almost felt regret at this point, the thought that Stain had followers who quite clearly knew his face as one that brought their “teacher’s” demise. He could easily push it aside because Stain was an asshole who put his brother in intensive care, despite being a hero for the purest of reasons. “You got that right!” half right, at most; most of “Stain’s followers” weren’t actually his followers, they just believed in same or similar ideals. Shiragaki couldn’t understand that, but he was just a big man child who refused to try- a statement taken directly from fellow members of the league. “And we know all about your feats, four eyes,” Spinner looked at him with a side glance, “And how you helped bring Stain’s end in Hosu.” He placed his hand on his weapon before he continued, “I’m who they call Spinner, and I’m here to make Stain’s dreams come true!” he declared as he “unsheathed” his weapon. It was a new addition for him, made of every knife Stain left behind, with a few of his own, awkwardly tied together to create a patchwork buster sword. Spinner, still lost in the confidence of his introduction and the echoed ‘woah’s of his blade’s reveal, plucked a nerve of Tiger’s.

“That’s good for you, but,” he looked to Pixie-Bob who was lying unconscious, “Pixie-Bob, my friend and teammate, has been worried about marriage. Happiness in life is a woman’s woe! With all of it’s difficulty, she tries very hard!” at this point it was just an oration. Until Tiger got to the point, “How dare you leave an ugly scar like that on her beautiful face, and blab like that without any care?” he was yelling now, showing his true colors. “So heroes have such plain dreams, too?” Spinner was laughing at the thought. The term ‘hero’ had degraded so much, to the point when they’re worried about life after their job. Wasn’t that so funny to think about? A profession where your only purpose is to help people, and there’s a question of what comes after this? People who are trusted with lives have time to worry about marriage and their white picket fence dreams; do the people not matter? Spinner couldn’t help but laugh as he charged towards half of the Pussycats. “Tiger! I’ve sent out the order to Ragdoll to make sure the students are safe! All we need to do is hold them off here!” Mandalay relayed to the partner beside her. She turned to the students and gave them what they needed to know, “Get on your way kids! Be alert, but remember: no fighting!” she couldn’t afford to turn her back. “Keep them safe for me, Class President!” a statement to encourage Iida; being called the class president reminded him that Momo accepted the ‘Vice’ role because she trusted his decision making more than her own. “I’ll make sure we stay safe and out of the way. You heard her, time to go!” Iida rallied his peers as their fearful feet pounded down the path to safety.

Shiragaki and Kurogiri discussed the likelihood of the mission as their pawns were in play. “Do you think they can pull this off?” being honest, Kurogiri still wasn’t over the stupid naming ceremony that they held instead of preparing for battle. “Maybe, maybe,” he almost laugh, unwilling to admit that Midoriya’s words made him change his strategy. Sure, he could have thought of it on his own, and that was what he told himself, but, ultimately, it was Midoriya who told him to think of it like a video game. “I thought this was an rpg, advancing through the storyline as quickly as possible, but I was all wrong. See, when my level one party and I should have been killing slimes, we were trying to fight the boss,” he understood that his ambition got ahead of him, seeing as all the he wanted to do was defeat All Might; it was a heavy fault to admit. “Instead, I am the player, I am the GM, moving my characters and the storyline to places that will get them closer to the end goal,” he grinned at the idea of his master plan, “And to do that, we need to break a few walls to allow the chaos in. It doesn’t matter if they thrive or not, they might not even survive,” he laughed leaning back slightly. Kurogiri didn’t follow, “So they are disposable?” how would that help at all? “No, no, of course not! They’re all comrades, but what matters is the lingering fear that something could happen at any given moment. Wariness, mistrust, accusation; why fear us when they fear each other? But of course, I do hope they succeed,” he made a point. Wariness would fry their systems; who has time for self care when evil might be anywhere? Mistrust would scramble their minds; it was exactly that! Just a thought! Who’s to say if it’s wrong or right? Accusation would tear them apart: why am I suspicious? The fact that you find me suspicious is quite so. Do I even know you? Not to mention the big pawn: Deku; the young boy Izuku Midoriya. Shiragaki knew his relations to the explosive blonde boy, an ex bully who knew him as a hero fanboy. All Might himself, who had shot down the young boy’s dreams. The two students who fought Stain in Hosu, side by side with the kid who saved their lives. Shiragaki grinned as the battle raged throughout the mountains. Several unconscious and unaccounted for, injury count racking up a total; it was going just as planned.

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Deku noticed Muscular darting in a direction that was clearly not of his objective, so he followed the brute. Muscular was the chaotic evil amongst the lawful evils; he was outcasted by society for being a murderous maniac. Coming up to a cliff, Deku heard Muscular talking to someone, “Everybody in that stupid League just prattles on about justice, but that’s not what being a villain is all about! You know what it is about? Fearful faces like yours kid.” Turning the corner, Deku saw the blonde brute towering over a tiny kid. Whose kid was that?? Nonetheless, he approached, “Discontentment with the League, Muscular? We can’t have that.” The look of confusion on Muscular’s face was as priceless as it was short lived. “You know, I always wanted a reason to smash your smug face,” the blonde grinned, readying a punch. Due to his inability to control his quirk, Deku had quite the getup without a single piece of skin showing. He was armed with paralyzation potions and knives, so nothing that would have too much of an effect on his current opponent. Thankfully, all Muscular did was really pick Deku up and throw him around, so nothing he wasn’t used to. As long as he played chew toy for a bit, the drug he had jabbed the man with take effect. It was, essentially, a quirk reverser for the villain, since this “betrayal” twas inevitable Deku made a drug that specifically wears down the muscle fibers that his quirk uses. It would, admittedly, take a bit to take effect, but he could take a bit more brute force, as long as nothing-

“Waterhose! My mom and dad! Did you torture them like this… when you killed them?” shit, something happened. Of course that got Muscular’s attention. Great. “Seriously? They had a kid, that just happened to be you? Talk about fate,” Deku tuned out their conversation for a short while; it was just Muscular being a douchebag, as if bullying children was anything to be proud of. Deku worked at the buttons on his shirt; if he was going to help this kid, he’d need his quirk. Muscular looming over the kid, readying a punch was obviously a trap, but, at this point, Deku didn’t care. He worked up a heavy punch, wrapping his regret around his right hand. He hit Muscular with all the feelings he failed to bottle that night. As the brute fell, Deku turned on his heel towards their objective. As Muscular got back up, Deku pushed the plan, “This isn’t where we’re needed!” Of course, the poor kid had no clue what they were talking about, but he also didn’t have a say. “Like I care, Pip-Squeak! I didn’t join the League to fight for justice or any of that crap, I just joined to fight!” Deku scooped up the smaller kid, carrying him back to gain a bit of ground.

Everything plaguing the kid, he now knew was called Kota, rushed to aid Deku’s own shitty memories. Kota mentally blocked off any talk of his hero being a villain; his heart couldn’t take something like that. Midoriya felt this, a tinge of regret swelling in his stomach, but Deku could use this and that was what mattered. “I’ve heard stories about you being quite the opponent, but I could never believe them. A small thing like you? But now I’m gonna get serious!” Muscular began jumping, chasing after the pair of brats running away from him. As they stopped on a rock, Deku told Kota to stay back, because of fucking course he’d have to take out an ally to save someone on the other team again. Deku cloaked himself in an armor of anger, frustration bubbling as he yelled at the kid to run. Holding Muscular back was no easy task; this man was, what, three times his size in pure muscle mass, at least. The only thing keeping him in place was the constant fuel of frustration from this whole scene. The struggle became more and more difficult as Muscular leaned into his push. Kota, who should have been running, launched a water-based attack that had oh so much affect. In the kid’s defense, it was all that he could do, but Deku was just salty that now he had to put effort into this. As Muscular turned his attention to Kota, Deku surged his power into an overload. That split second of fear gave his just enough headway. He kept both hands placed firmly as he amplified that tiny fear until it was crippling, as Muscular lost power and became overwhelmed he began to fear defeat. That gave the drug in his system all the time it needed to be effective. Knocking the man unconscious and immobile was quite difficult, but now he had to deal with the kid.

He scooped the boy up, the only thing that bothered him was the fear directed towards him. While it kind of hurt, he didn’t have the time to worry about what his enemy thought about him. A vague map appeared in his memory as he tried to scout the best place to put Kota. He trekked through the forest to the building at the center where the kid would be safest. Noticing “Dabi” and Eraserhead were fighting out front, Deku snuck around to the back. “It’s best that you forget I was ever here,” he explained that simple sentence to the boy before leaving him at the back door. It wouldn’t take Eraserhead to long to deal with the Dabi clone out front, so the kid shouldn’t be in too much danger if he were to leave. Kota could only stare at the shirtless villain, scars lined his entire torso. Clearly, old wounds were reopened, and for what? To help him? He didn’t even know him! Who would willingly throw themselves into such a dangerous situation for someone they didn’t even know? Nonetheless, Kota could only watch as the, what he could only assume, villain ran off- no doubt to cause harm to the others there, but Kota couldn’t find it in him to even call out. Fear, perhaps? Yeah, he’d stick with that. Shaking off the haunting feelings, he snuck around to the side of the building, not daring to even watch the fight going on in front of him.

Dabi found himself wandering the woods after setting them ablaze. Part of him was on the happier side that their targets were the students, his quirk was powerful, but his body wasn’t scarred for fashion. He ran into Twice having a debate with himself, which was no surprise. His quirk had the ability to create and control a clone of virtually anyone. Unfortunately that left him with a bad case of multiple personality disorder and a bit of schizophrenia. “Who? Who? Who?” he waved himself about trying to think of the best candidate to send out. “Send out a me,” he offered offhandedly. “A strong ally with the wits and ability to screw this all up!” everything out of his mouth was just a varied version of: “thanks, I hate it.” Nonetheless, he went with the Dabi clone anyway.

Dabi decided against standing beside the chaotic villain, so he began casually wandering out to see what Twice was fighting. Surprised, he came across Grandma’s cottage, and would you look at who was coming out? If it wasn’t the tired uncle, Eraserhead! His teammates had no doubt met up with Mandalay- or whatever she called herself- the Pussycat with the “telepathy” quirk. The fire user continued walking with a shit-eating grin as he talked to himself within the scape of his mind. It was a pretty shitty “telepathy” quirk, rather that it was more of a “broadcast,” due to the one-way connection. He watched Twice’s clone ready himself to meet the pro hero by the doorway. The clone had started a small fire at the house, of course flames were mostly for decoration since the house, itself, was non-flammable. Eraserhead was already on his way outside, coming face to face with “Dabi.” Though the clone was the one to move first, launching a flame about half the temperature of Dabi’s own. “We’re not here for the pros, so swallow your woes,” what an image Twice had of Dabi. It was quite annoying, and he almost regretted giving the okay, let alone suggesting it himself.

However, using the clone worked out perfectly for Dabi, since he was one of the few who had a power based quirk; if the heroes thought that he was this weak, they wouldn’t be well prepared for him in the flesh. Eraserhead, who had seen many battles before this, dodged immediately. His quirk was all about putting he and his opponent on equal footing, but from then on it was his own strength that he relied on. Wrapping one of his scarf’s ends around the balcony fence, he hung there until “Dabi” spotted him. Quick! Add in a line that sounds like Dabi: “I guess you’re not called a pro for nothing,” Twice quietly congratulated himself for the “witty” one liner. The clone went in again for another attack, but was cut short by Eraserhead once again. The end once wrapped around the fence flicked towards “Dabi,” wrapping him up in the special alloy. Eraserhead pulled himself toward the “boy” standing on the ground and delivered a painful knee to the face. He then unraveled the fabric and slammed “Dabi” to the ground, immediately demanding, “Objective and numbers.” Something Dabi like, something Dabi like, “Why should I?” it was just bold enough with a dash of ‘I don’t care,’ and a hell hint of asshole. Eraserhead leaned in close threateningly. He began bending the clone’s arm in ways that it shouldn’t bend, however, his reaction was nothing since he was just a pile of flesh moving via quirk. Eraserhead took this as a defense and a challenge, “Arms one after the other, but, since you only have two, I might end up getting legs involved. I’m not afraid to break you, even if it means a mess for the cops,” he hissed. It was at the wrong moment that Iida, Koda, Ojirio, and Mineta returned, all quite spooked from the chaos around them. The Dabi clone used this to his advantage, flipping Eraserhead off of him. The clone was well aware that he was reaching his end, grinning as Eraser thought he had won. “Good enough to pass your knowledge on the the future generation, and being so protective of them, hero,” he almost laughed as Eraser wrapped his infinity scarf around the clone once more, “Is it because they mean a lot to you?” The body slowly disintegrated when Aizawa pulled on it. “I hope you can protect them,” he added, making the air ominous.

“Ah! Dabi is too weak! I should’a known!” Twice waved about to himself. “Done already? That didn’t last very long...” Dabi walked up beside him nonchalantly. “What?! Of course not! You’re pretty cool man, but these pros are impossible!” contradicting himself once more. He could claim that he was defending his quirk, but his brain was scrambled eggs as a result of his quirk. “Try another me, Twice. One by one we can take them over,” Dabi was just talking bullshit at the moment; he just didn’t feel like physical activity that night. “That’s a terrible idea! It’ll never work! Leave it to me!” Twice beamed with his normal oxymoronic sentences. “No, no, no! No! That just won’t do! A brilliant plan this bad will never work!” he changed his mind once again. Another reason why Dabi wanted to stay with Twice, the likelihood of getting anything done was minuscule. He tried to talk Twice into doing it or backing out, seeing as the ditz kept going back and forth like a see-saw on drugs.

Aizawa left the fight a bit more tired than he’d like to admit, albeit miniscule though. Shock and confusion rippled through his being as the villain rippled out of existence? Just when he finally caught the villain in a strong grasp, too. Koda, Ojiro, and Mineta, all led by Iida, witnessed that as well, still panting from their run. “Get inside, tell Vlad that I need to relay a message to Mandalay,” he ordered with an added, “I’ll be back,” for good measure. “Wait!” Kota called out, managing to find his voice once more, “I-I have a water quirk, so I can help put out the fires. Mandalay is probably worried about me, too, so I c-can assure her-” of course Aizawa was going to have trouble arguing with that. “Fine, but only interfere when I tell you to. I need you to listen to everything I say, okay?” to which, Kota nodded furiously. “Stay here for now, I’m not going to risk taking you near the combat,” Aizawa nodded and pointed towards the house, “Hurry up before they come back.” It was obvious at this point, from what the villain said, that they were after the students. “You pro heroes stay out of our way. You aren’t the ones we have a beef with,” the words echoed in his head. With the minimal staffing and the expansive, mountainous layout, there was no way they could protect the students if they didn’t fight back.