Just who Is Izuku Midoriya? (ON BREAK)

Chapter one: where are we?

 Izuku felt like he was floating. It was peaceful, and he would have been content with the sensation had it not immediately changed. His stomach launched to his throat at the unmistakable feel of falling. Eyes shooting open, he barely saw a black portal closing as he dropped onto a large pile of... bedding? He shot up into a sitting position. Where the heck was he? Nothing stood out about the place besides its size and the blankets and pillows he was currently perched on top of. Everything was white except for the bedding. He didn't feel the presence of any people or see or hear any as he moved to get off the pile.

"Hello."

Izuku nearly screamed, and he couldn't do much to stop the way he jerked in reaction. Creepy bodiless voice? No, thank you. He got into a fighting position, trying very hard to remember his training, ready to defend himself from the...voice?

He heard them chuckle softly. "Easy there, I wish you no harm. You are here because I wish to prevent something, and I believe you are the best person to use to persuade others."

"Others?"

"You know them." Shit, he didn't mean to say that out loud. "Your classmates are some of them." Double shit, a hostage situation. "Shinso, too, and I believe you call them the big three."

They paused for a second. Nothing had happened the first time he spoke. Nothing negative, at least. Is it presumptuous to presume that whoever this is does not have a quirk that can use him talking against him? No offense to Shinso. "Is that all?" Izuku prompted. He tensed, preparing for some sort of mental or physical attack, just in case.

"No. Some Pro heroes, including your teachers, the L.O.V., and one or two other villains."

Okay, talking is safe. Not that he is, but that's a lot of people. "And where are they?" As far as he could tell, the room was void of life outside of him.

"Right here." He heard the unmistakable sound of air pressure releasing as the wall to his left raised up into the ceiling, revealing a second large glass wall and all of his fellow peers that had been mentioned. They looked at each other for a second in confusion before essentially losing their shit. Not that Izuku could hear them, but he felt bad for the sound-sensitive or easily overstimulated people like Shinso, Jirou, Amajiki, and Shoji, to name a few.

Kachan looked about ready to lose it. He noticed a lack of explosions, meaning they didn't have their quirks. Something he felt like he should have noticed sooner, but the sensation of not having one was more familiar than having it there.

"Quiet, " the voice ordered. Not very loudly or cruelly, just with such authority; indeed, the class quieted down. It reminded him of when Aizawa-sensei used his quirk during class. "All will be explained in a moment. For now, be quiet and calm." The class did as they were told, for the most part, some grumbling to their friends. Thankfully, they remembered enough of their training to know not to intentionally offend their kidnapper.

Another pressure release was heard, and the wall before him was lifted. Behind the glass were his teachers and other pro heroes. Whoever they were dealing with was no joke if they could capture the UA staff and some of the country's strongest pros. All at once, they stopped talking and looked over, quickly zeroing in on him. Okay, it's kind of creepy. A few pros called out to him; he assumed to ask what was going on, but what did he know? Honestly, he was just as confused. Others rushed forward, worried by the fact that he was the only one alone and centered out. Something he felt worth noting was freaking him out too.

Izuku pointed to his ear and shook his head to tell them he couldn't hear them. Hopefully, they understood that. They seemed to get the picture well enough. Nodding, Mic-sensei signed to him, having had conversations with him in JSL. "Hey, listener, do you know what's going on?"

"There is a voice that has been talking, super creepy. Something about using me, totally not freaking out about that, by the way. No idea what that entails, though." The pros who could understand frowned, very clearly worried, and those who couldn't were quickly informed didn't seem much happier.

A final release of pressure was heard, he hoped, and the wall to his right opened up, revealing the unfortunately familiar faces of the L.O.V. and stain, who were all either yelling, trying to escape, or attempting to kill each other. The voice spoke again, and judging by the jump from all 3 groups, they could hear it too. "You will not be able to hurt each other or use your quirks here."

Some were yelling on the other side, which eventually died out as the last of them noticed everyone else. Their eyes finally landed on him. Dabi, surprisingly, walked up to the glass and gave it a few knocks to get his attention. He already had it the second he moved, but whatever. Izuku, in turn, walked up to the glass himself to see what he wanted. He doubted the villains could break it but stopped a few feet away, just in case. When Dabi tried to speak, Izuku kindly told him he couldn't hear them. The man frowned, then gestured to the area around them. Izuku shrugged. He really wants to know what's going on, too. Or at least a better explanation of it.

The disembodied voice spoke up again. "You are all here to learn something that I hope will result in a few changes. I can't give you much detail, or I'll risk the results, but try not to worry. I truly mean you all no harm." He had his doubts. "Izuku, if you would be so kind as to walk towards the center of the room." Stated like a request, spoken as a demand. Lovely.

He really does not want to. He has a feeling he won't like what will happen. And everyone else is telling him not to, as well. That is excellent advice; he should listen. He doesn't think he will be harmed, but he doesn't hold much hope that he has a choice. With a frown on his face and obvious discomfort in his posture, he reluctantly makes his way over. Choosing to ignore the sight of the others yelling at him to stop. When he got into the middle, he stood there, waiting for what was likely his death.

He began to feel somewhat lightheaded and unable to stay on his feet. Yep, this is the end. It wasn't a good life, but goodbye, anyway, world. He briefly saw something bright before he could no longer support himself. His eyes closed, and he fell into a deep black, nothing.

*Authors note!

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