Guidance, or To Help (those in need) by orionchildofhades / shwwmf

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Tomura Shigaraki was happy.

It had been a long time since he actually was happy in his life.

He could easily be exited by his games, or angry and frustrated. He had been glad Sensei took him in and gave him what he needed to crush and destroy society. But Izuku Midoriya was new and intresting and fun. He had someone to talk to, someone to nerd out with. They weren't exactly the same age but the difference was insignificant.

Tomura had grew up alone.

He remembered very little of his childhood before the street. Fuzzy images of his sister, of his dog. Pains and ghost yells in his ears. Then he was in the street, covered in ashes, in dust, asking for help, begging for help.

He had watched passerbys ignore him, purposlly turn away from him. He had seen a hero come his way before turning around. He had felt his heart shatter. He had shacken in fear, hunngru, cold, scared. He missed Hana and his mom. He didn't eat properly fro days. He didn't where to go, with who.

And Sensei had found him. He had took him in, gave him a new name, told him he had every right to be angry and should learn to use this anger.

He had given him Kurogiri, and the League, his help, guidance and ideas.

And he had given him a friend. He had told Tomura to go and meet Izuku had this café and now Tomura had a friend.

They played and bickered and never Tomura had had a friend.

He had grew up away from everyone but Sensei and the doctor. He had to learn to be even more alone since Sensei's fight with All Might. He didn't know how to act around others.

And Izuku didn't know either. And he liked to talk about quirks the same way Tomura liked to talk about his games. He hated heroes for the same reasons as Tomura did : they were abandoned, seen as useless members of society.

And Izuku had joined the League. All by himself, for his own believes. He was player 2 and Tomura was Player 1 and together they would destroy this shitty dungeon and show everyone in it what it was like to ignore the strongest characters.

Now Izuku would go to UA, and he would get info for them. They would prepare an attack and take down society piece by piece if they needed to, until the very nature of the world revealed itself, until the codes that shaped it could be changed, and they would turn the game in their favor.

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Alone in his room, staring blindly at the far wall, All For One was thinking.

Everything was put into motion already.

Tomura was listening to him better than he could ever had imagined. He was ready to do all the handy work before he himself would join the game.

All For One was playing the long run. He added the knowledge offered by Izuku Midoriya to his brain, well trained after decades after decades fighting heroes and keeping secrets.

The Quirkless boy was a gift, god sent truly. He was smart, but so weak, so easily manipulated. For the first time in his useless life he had been offered comfort and support, and he had jumped right into their arms, no question asked. He was going to give them all the intel necessary into UA, the things even his hero-course student couldn't tell him.

And if he got found out?

Izuku Midoriya didn't even have a quirk to steal. He would just fade away. Disappear into nothingness, in the folds of history. Banished from memory, unimportant. Whenever he needed to stop existing, he would. He would serve his purpose, give Tomura was last push, and All For One would be, once and for ever, seen as who, as what he truly was.