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  "You know, if you really wanna be a hero that badly.. There actually might be another way."
A pause, nothing more than a few moments.. "Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building."

It was a joke, right? It had to be a joke.. Kaachan would never say that..
Right?

Soft footsteps bounced from wall to wall as a young boy strolled under a bridge, clueless as to the danger that would soon accompany his path. All at once as if replicating a scene from a cheesy horror movie, a large shadow crept over the boy's line of sight, causing him to whip around in surprise and stumble back. Those next few words shook him to his core, "You'll make a perfect skin suit for me to hide in, kid.", and then it all came rushing in. The green-haired kid let out a cry as a gooey substance entered his body through the mouth, choking on it and desperately trying to pry it away. This was it, this was the end. He was going to die and nobody would be there to see it.. In a last-ditch effort to get free, he arched his back and leaned back as far as he could go. It was no use, he could feel his body weakening with each breathless moment.. Maybe, he could just- take a little nap? His vision began to blur, the effect worsened by hot tears falling from his eyes in pitiful lines. Would a crying boy be all that was left of him when he died?

As if a call from the heavens had been answered to oppose his thought process, the sewer lid flew up from where it had been only moments ago and clattered onto the ground. The sludge that had been so viciously writhing in his gut froze momentarily, expressing as much shock as he himself was currently feeling. A booming voice struck through the thick silence, "Have no fear, you are safe.", where did he recognize this voice from..? Wait.. There was no way. Could it be- "Now that I am here, that is." A flash of light and his entire form rung with pain, a noiseless scream escaping his lungs and uselessly muffled by the slime in his throat. The next few minutes seemed void and absent from his mind as he was consciously aware of everything around him, the sound of someone- All Might -calling out their secret move and a rush of wind flying past his now freed skin. 

Blinking open his eyes he distantly registered a figure standing above him asking if he was okay, taking only a few more moments to regain his memory before rubbing his face and sitting up. It all came flooding back to him in a rush of pure adrenaline, eyes going wide and mouth gaping like a fish pleading for water to flush its gills. His jaw snapped shut when he realized the horrendous face he was making, whipping his head away in embarrassment before a flurry of apologies slid from between his lips. A simple pat found itself upon his shoulders, causing him to jump in shock and look up at the figure towering over him. He instantly regretted the next thirty minutes.

That wouldn't be the last time he was let down by a hero.



  There he stood on the exact spot that Kaachan had recommended to him, his shoes neatly seated next to each other in perfect symmetry. This would be the last time anyone would hear from Izuku Midoriya, he decided that soon after being ridiculed by the on-sight pros when he saved- no... Not saved. Deku couldn't save anyone, he just provided a stupid distraction... Worthless Izuku, Quirkless Izuku, Useless Izuku.. He had heard it all. He swore to never be called any of those names again, so he stepped up to the railing and vaulted over it, standing on the opposite side, barefoot and suicidal. If he didn't do it now he'd never do it.. He leaned forward and screwed his eyes shut, feeling the air fly past him as he fell, avoiding trying to save himself in the slightest. A loud crack and he was out like a light.

When he awoke, it took so long for him to realize what had happened that he assumed he didn't exist. One memory at a time, he put together the puzzle pieces of his life and groaned as he rolled over, finally reaching the most recent events and wincing when he felt a sharp pain shoot up through his spine. Opening his eyes ever-so-slightly he peered over at what most certainly was not his wall and letting out shriek of shock, another shout of pain as he moved to stand and collapsed back onto the strangely comfortable bed. Fresh tears hung heavily at the corners of his eyes, falling in curved lines down his cheeks and staining the pillow beneath his head. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it in his skull, the searing pain in his back rearing its ugly head each time he twitched in the slightest.

A soft creak came from a door across the room, leaving the greenette to idly wonder about who entered the room up until an eyeless man loomed above him. Izuku could do nothing but let out a hoarse "Hello" to the figure and wince as he sucked in sharp breath, clenching his jaw and averting his eyes. "Are you still in pain? Strange, it should have gone away by now.", the eyeless individual stated in a soft voice, pressing his cold fingertips against the middle-schooler's cheek and making him shiver. Suddenly, all the pain faded at once, making him let out a whimper of relief and let his body relax. In reality he probably should've been concerned as to where he was, but the thankfulness for the lack of pain was out weighing his desire to question this man.

"My name is All For One, but you may call me Sensei. I saved you.", the man- All For One -said as if he read his mind., making the greenette nod slightly and sit up. "..Why'd you save me, though..? M' quirkless.. I deserve to die..", he mumbled softly with his eyes focused on the ground, jumping when a cold hand fell on his shoulder. "One, you aren't quirkless anymore. Two, you don't deserve to die. That's just irrational." All For One spoke up in a harsh but caring tone, pulling the suicidal teen into a gentle hug and making him let out a sob. Izuku buried his face in Sensei's neck and began to cry, slowly warming up to this stranger more so than he had thought he would. It soothed his worries to know someone cared about him, but then he remembered he said he had a quirk.

"Whadyou mean by I'm not quirkless..?", he whispered softly as if someone would overhear, still shaking from the emotions coursing through his veins. "I gave you three quirks." Wait, what? There was no way. That's not possible! "Why are you lying to me?" "I'm not; you have three quirks now. My quirk, All For One, allows me to store up other people's quirks and pass them onto whoever I wish. I know you're upset about not having one, so I gave you three instea-" He interrupted the older male by hugging him tightly and whispering incoherent thanks to him, sobbing into his shirt with such desperate attempts to find comfort.  

It only took a few more minutes for him to get out all the tears he needed to calm down again, releasing his grip on Sensei and sitting back to wipe his eyes. "Come now, boy. I'd like you to meet someone." "Who..?", he mumbled back to him in response, looking up with his reddened face and messy hair. Green locks fell across his face and stuck to his skin as he stood up, legs shaking from not using them. Izuku steadied himself against the wall and took in a soft breath, pushing it out through his nose slowly. A comforting hand rested upon his back as he walked, "My prodigy, Shigaraki Tomura. You and he will be considered brothers from now on. Don't worry, he already knows you're here.", the eyeless man explained softly.

Exiting the room, they entered what appeared to be a long hallway with no doors, rounding a corner to see a bar-like area occupied by a variety of strangers. Izuku froze up and stood dead still when he saw what looked like an All Might poster on the wall, staring at it as if it was a devil symbol. A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality, making him jump slightly in surprise. It seemed someone had noticed him staring at the poster.. "What do you think of All Might?", a hoarse and raspy voice, most likely from the man with a hand on his face, broke through the silence. It took him a few moments to muster up the courage to respond, thinking about what he did think of All Might now. "..All Might is just like the rest of society.", he stated softly, earning a frustrated grumble from the hand man.

"He's closed-minded and biased..", he muttered in a low growl, staring at the ground with his hands tightening into fists. "I hate him." The words came out sounding so wrong in his mouth, words he'd never uttered about All Might. His entire life he had spent worshiping the ground that hero walked on, and now he saw just how stupid he was for believing he could actually look up to him. Izuku could never be a hero.. Heroes were the exact people he hated. Heroes were people like Kaacha- Bakugou. He needed to get rid of that childish nickname, he and Bakugou weren't friends anymore. Maybe they had been when they were kids, but not now. Never again. That train of thought lead back to the memory of his mom, she was probably worried about him.

"When can I go home? I need to let my mom know I'm alright." A strange silence stretched across the room, making him gulp in worry of what was to come. Sensei spoke up first, much to the relief of everyone else. "..Your mother was involved in an accident. That's why I couldn't return you home. All Might was attempting to fight a villain in the town and your mother got crushed under rubble that he didn't pay attention to", the voice sounded extremely apologetic, as if it was Sensei's fault. Izuku stared at the ground, unable to comprehend what words had just been spoken to him. Mom was dead. That didn't sound right. It didn't make sense for her to be dead, it just didn't. She couldn't be dead, but Sensei was telling the truth. Izuku was an orphan.

His vision was blurry and unfocused, tears welling up in his eyes only to be wiped away and forced down, an act he'd never been able to fulfill successfully until now. An attempt to speak up was swiftly cut off when someone did it for him, the man who he now thought of as Sensei. "You're in need of a distraction, so let's get you back to the reason I brought you in here.", the gentle hand guided him forward to the boy with a hand on his face, gesturing to him with a smile. "Tomura, meet Izuku. Izuku, meet Tomura." The hand was removed from the light haired male's face, rested gently upon the counter and allowing him to now see what he actually looked like. He found himself scanning the other's face, silently wondering how he got all those scars and curiously contemplating if he should compliment him on his eyes.

Bright red orbs peered into his emerald ones with a shocking amount of kindness, making him sigh and give him a forced smile and a wave. It took a few moments of silence for Tomura to speak up, "So you hate All Might, too, huh?", he muttered in that same raspy tone. Izuku nodded nervously, "Yeah.. uh. It's...", he trailed off and dipped his head, not knowing how to explain it. Wait- What was said earlier about him having more than one quirk? "Sensei, what quirks do I have?", he whispered softly, looking up at him, nervously rocking on his heels. "I'll show you later. Two of them aren't particularly safe to use around people that you don't wish to harm, one of them especially. The last is an instinct enhancer. I'll explain more once I have time, alright?", he hummed and ruffled the boys hair, making him smile slightly in response. 

Okay, so.. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all.



  That was ten months ago. 
Now, Izuku- no, Kiokesu -stood at the front gate of UA directly next to Tomura, full intent to break through the wall that held them back inside his veins. Five skinny fingers grazed the concrete entrance, disintegrating it in mere seconds and allowing a swarm of news reporters to flood inside. A perfect distraction, in his opinion. His light haired brother retreated back to Kurogiri's portal, allowing Kiokesu to sneak along the wall inside the building and make his way to the file rooms. Stealth was a mastered skill that this greenette had learned over the time he'd spent with Sensei always watching him, sneaking past the known camera spots with ease to fool that eyeless man each time. Yet, now it really came into play. Every teacher and student occupied themselves with the break-in, just like they had planned, leaving him easily able to plug his USB into the slot of the UA headmaster's computer.

It didn't take long for him to download it all, removing the newly acquired information and backing his ass out of the building through a window. Landing ever-so gracefully in the grassy field, he vaulted over the shockingly defenseless wall and jumped through the perfectly placed portal. A giggle of accomplishment left his scarred lips, grinning like a kid in a candy store as he handed over the USB to the man in waiting. Kiokesu swooned when Sensei ruffled his hair, cherishing the rare times he received physical affection from him. Most of his hugs came from Kurogiri, but he only did it out of pity for the young boy. He didn't need pity, he needed hugs. Being held in a loving way was something he hadn't experienced in, well, ten months. Ever since his Mom died. Speaking of his Mom, he looked it up and she did in fact die. After a while he thought that Sensei might have lied to him, he lies about a lot of stuff, so he looked it up. 

Right there under recently deceased was Midoriya Inko, his mom. Looking into the missing persons list, he also found out that he himself was still being searched for. The only thing he had brought with him from his house was his old hero notebook, but those were mostly just used to pinpoint the weaknesses of hero's now. Yeah yeah, he hates heroes. Kiokesu has already had this discussion with himself before, he's come to terms with his new and improved life views. The heroes are just stupid fakes that people look up to only because they're too clouded by the idea of being saved by them. They can't keep everyone safe, that much is obvious. They're not gonna be able to be everywhere at once, duh. But they're so high off of praise that they can't take constructive criticism and think that they're better than everyone else! Cocky bastards just like Bakugou. Nothing but narcissism behind their fake attitudes. 

Who could blame him for despising the very people who caused his life to spiral from the moment he was deemed quirkless? Ha, lucky for him he wasn't anymore. He'd gained strict control on his powers, despite one of them being rather.. troublesome to say the very least. Actually, he'd begun to take notes on them! A new series of notebooks named 'Villain Analysis for the Future', expertly dubbed by yours truly. Could he have named it something better? Probably, but it didn't matter now. Quirk analyzing became more of a job now, still greatly interesting him in every way possible. Life with the league was far better than anything he'd ever expected. He'd made a few friends, but all of them swiftly became his trusted best friends within months. Especially big bro Tomuchan! It was hilarious how much Tomura faked hating when he called him that, he was so obvious with how he enjoyed the treatment.

Kiokesu and him had grown very fond of each other, sticking side by side at every moment of the day, they even shared a room. The small boy would sneak out during the night and steal the next release of Tomu's favorite games, never once getting caught thanks to his stealth stats- Oh god, had he began to use video game language? Handface was really having an influence on him.. Not that he hated it, no no! He adored the slang that the other used, he just didn't see himself being able to use it without looking like a fool. Tomura owned the video game logic, it was totally his thing! Kiokesu's? Not so much. It was real cute, though. He'd have to tell Tomura such when he got back from his mission of permanently borrowing a new knife from his all time favorite weapons store, a razor sharp blade with a camo-print handle! Wonderful.


He had planned on getting this one for a very special event, one involving his beloved 'Kaachan', at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. Kiokesu craved blood, and not to drink. He craved murder, or at least gravely injuring someone. There was no way he wasn't going to succeed, he had been training with Sensei for ten months now. 

  Kiokesu would make Sensei proud. Kiokesu would kill All Might