Izuku had lived in the darkness for four years, four years after he was declared quirkless. what happens when a hobo hero and a beefed up hero stumble upon the place he's held captive, being tortured day in and day out?
Obviously, they will try to...
It’s been about a month since the Hosu incident with Stain. Currently, I’m sitting in the empty classroom of 1-A as I contemplate what just happened this past month. When I woke up after the Hosu incident, Mr. Aizawa practically forced me to live with him. After living with Mr. Aizawa for three weeks, I’ve come to know three things. One, he loves cats; he has four cats in the house. Two, he loves coffee; he drinks it every chance he can get. And three, he hates being woken up; he almost murdered Present Mic when he barged into the house really early two weeks ago to demand why I was staying with him. Back to now, Mr. Aizawa just walked in with the rest of the class trailing behind him. Everyone sits in their designated seats and then Mr. Aizawa starts, “Congratulations… you’ve made it to the end of the first semester finals. In one week you all will take the exam.” “Mr. Aizawa, what is the test about?” Uraraka asks Mr. Aizawa. Mr. Aizawa grins, “it’s a secret.” “But sir, how will we prepare if we don’t know the material?” Iida asks. “You do know the material,” Mr. Aizawa deadpans and then the bell rings. Everyone starts filing out for lunch. Ever since I came here, I’ve always spent my lunch on the rooftop. My classmates are the kindest people I know, and that’s why I can’t hang out with them. I’m not a kind person; I’m a vigilante and the only reason I came here was to gain my hero license and not to make friends. I guess I’m afraid of making friends. I don’t notice but Iida and Todoroki walk up to me. Todoroki taps me on the shoulder and I flinch in surprise. “Yeah?” I ask as I turn around. Iida smiles, “Hirasenshi, come join us for lunch!” I was surprised and tried to say no but Todoroki was already dragging me out of the classroom. I smiled behind my mask at their display of friendship.
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Aizawa’s Pov:
I watch as Hirasenshi is dragged out of the classroom by Todoroki and Iida. Seeing Hirasenshi make friends is heartwarming in itself. To anyone else, I might seem indifferent, but on the inside, I care for Hirasenshi and want what’s best for him. I walk out of the classroom and head for the teacher’s lounge. When I get there, All Might is sitting at his desk buried in a stack of papers. I go and see it’s Izuku’s case. When we both founded Izuku’s case, we made our base of operations at UA. Ever since, we would take turns looking at what information we had and following any leads. Every lead so far has led to a dead end. Except the lead to Hirasenshi. I walk up to All Might and ask, “has Hirasenshi given us any leads?” as I look down at Izuku Midoriya’s file. “He only said he was safe and that he didn’t want to be found,” All Might sighs. “You think that’s true?” I question. “Detective Tsukauchi confirmed that everything he said was the truth.” I grit my teeth. It’s been an entire semester with the League attacking class 1-A and no leads on how to locate them. And with the upcoming summer camp, danger feels just around the corner. “Dammit, he’s been gone for six almost seven years! We have our hands full with the League that we no longer have time to search for him. Even if Hirasenshi said he was fine, that doesn’t mean he’s not alone out there,” My quirk flickered from my intense emotions. I could still hear that boy’s screams that his supposed mother skinned him alive. I took a deep breath to calm down before I spoke, “how are the preparations for the summer camp going?” “Everything but the location has been decided. Nezu wants to decide it last minute so the villains don’t have the opportunity to steal the information,” All Might explains. I hum, “And what about Hirasenshi?” All Might knew what I was asking. I was asking whether Hirasenshi would be allowed to go to the summer camp. We all had hoped that by the end of the first semester of UA, Hirasenshi would be comfortable enough to reveal who he was. Obviously, that hasn’t happened. “Nezu said he will have a full chance just like his classmates,” All Might finishes. I sigh and turn around to go grab my coffee.
Izuku’s Pov:
I’m sitting in the cafeteria between Todoroki and Uraraka with Iida, Tokoyami, and Hagakure in front of me. I’m silent for the most part as I eat with the lower part of my mask off. Uraraka and Hagakure were debating what the upcoming final exam was going to be like when Uraraka out of the blue asked, “Hira-kun, why do you conceal your face from everyone?” Suddenly the whole table that the rest of class 1-A sat at quieted down. I had a piece of broccoli inches away from my mouth when she asked that question, so I slowly set my fork down to answer her. “You know why the League is targeting UA?” I asked everyone. “Because they’re villains…?” Mina answered unsurely. “It’s because UA is a symbol of heroes. By attacking UA, the villains are trying to undermine the faith people have in heroes and to eventually throw this country into chaos…” I trailed off. “Okay,” Kirishima said, “but how does that relate to you concealing your identity?” I hesitate for a moment before deciding that I at least owe them some semblance of the truth, “when I was just a child, I had the world’s most powerful villain after me. He knows my true name and appearance. He’s also the mastermind behind the attacks on UA. If he knew who I, Hirasenshi, was, then instead of small attacks, he would wage a full out war against the heroes and UA.” There is silence in the whole cafeteria, not just 1-A’s table. I sigh before finishing, “when the League is apprehended is when I may take off my mask. Until then, I plan to be the thorn in the League's side that they can’t seem to get rid of.” Before anyone can say anything else, I abruptly stand up and walk out, saying, “sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the atmosphere down.” As I turn the corner, I notice Mr. Aizawa’s retreating figure.
