As being quirkless became more and more rare, the discrimination also went up. So what would happen when a not so friendly prank on a poor quirkless boy goes awry? Nothing good that's for sure. A new, very dangerous vigilante arises from the depths...
Izuku slowly woke up, he was dazed, he could still feel his broken bones. When he fully came to, he realized he was tied to a chair. He tried to pull his arms free, but the rope was too tight. He then started to look around the room he was in, it looked to be a bedroom of some kind and definitely in some sort of high class house. His chair was facing the doorway, meaning he couldn't hide his being awake from whoever brought him here.
Izuku: "Damn. Miss. Takeyama is probably in some deep shit with the heros. Ugh, and I can't risk any of Kacchan's classmates getting to angry and seriously hurting him, especially that Kirishima kid. Who knows what his family will do to that piece of shit when they find out he knows me."
He started to look around again until his eyes landed on a mirror. An idea suddenly came into his head.
Izuku: "God I hope no one's home."
He then started hopping the chair over to the mirror before headbutting it, making it shatter. He then fell backwards and grabbed a piece of glass before cutting the rope around his hands. He then stood up and rubbed his wrists. Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the door so he quickly hid in the wardrobe, quickly wrapping a pieceof cloth around the glass piece he had to make a makeshift knife. He then heard the muffled voices of two people, one of which he recognized as whoever took him in the first place.
???: *Muffled* "Oh come on Hoodie, I'm sure everything's intact!"
Hoodie: *Muffled* "I hope so."
Izuku then watched as the door opened and two people walked in, one was the boy he saw at the USJ, the other seemed to be a man older than his companion and wearing an orange hoodie and a black mask with a simple red face on it.
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Hoodie: "Fuck. Toby, the mirror's broken."
The boy, now known as Toby cracked his neck and a couple fingers as he turned around.
Toby: "Well that's no good! Where could he have gone!?"
Izuku watched as the two both simultaneously looked at the wardrobe, no not the wardrobe, him. They were making eye contact with him. Toby slowly reached for his hatchets, but Izuku wouldn't let him. Izuku charged out of the wardrobe and swung his glass shard at Toby, who evaded it and attempted to hit Izuku with one of his hatchets, though Izuku dodged his strike. This short scuffle left Izuku between the two and the door.
Izuku: "This has been fun and all, but I need to go."
Hoodie: "I wouldn't try that if I were you."
Toby: "Nah, let him go. I wanna see this!"
Izuku now started thinking harder. These two, presumably his captors, were going to let him go and run through the house. Their reactions told him that they were most likely working for someone else, someone he wouldn't be able to beat in his current state. He then realized would be much better off on the side of the room with the windows.
Izuku: "Where are we?"
Toby: "A house!"
Hoodie: "In the middle of nowhere, you're better off coming with us."
Izuku: "I'll take my chances."
He charged again, this time going to the side Hoodie was on to keep his distance from Toby. He made it past the two and dove out the window, only to find he was on the third story the entire time. Thinking quickly, he grabbed onto a branch of a nearby tree and used it to swing to another tree, though the momentum dislocated his shoulder. From there he climbed down to the ground where he popped his shoulder back in. He then started running, but that wouldn't last long.
Just a few minutes after his escape, Izuku collapsed to the ground. He was tired, battered, and physically broken. Even with his unnatural endurance and pain tolerance, there's only so far he could go with as many broken bones as he had. As he crawled to a fallen log to rest against, he noticed a piece of paper with writing on it.
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Izuku: "What the?"
He reached over and was about to pick it up when a chill ran down his spine, his self-preservation instincts telling him touching it was a very bad idea. Deciding he needed to get put of there as soon as possible, he stood up and began walking.
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It had been hours and it was almost dark out. Izuku noticed something in the distance, a gate. Now with a set destination, he began speedwalking which was the fastest he could go at the moment. Just as he was about to pass the gate he stumbled but was able to catch himself on a tree, but what his hand touched didn't feel like bark. He looked to his hand and a chill ran down his spine once more.
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Izuku: "Fuck!"
He suddenly got the feeling he was being watched. He looked behind him, only to see nothing but trees for miles. Not wanting to stick around to find out what he had just awakened, he left the woods quickly.
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Yuu was sitting inside a detainment cell inside a police station, she had been there for the past week as the HPSC decided what to do with her. Her obvious connection to Izuku had called her credibility as a hero and not a villain spy into question, though Eraserhead had defended her as Izuku did as he said, he didn't hurt the students. The words of one underground hero didn't mean much to the Commission however.
Add on to the fact that no one, not even Inko who had been able to get in and out of the cell easily, had heard from Izuku in the past week. Suddenly her cell was opened and in stepped the small, white furred, principal of UA himself, Nezu.
Nezu: "Why hello Miss. Takeyama. I believe you still owe me some answers."
