A Collector

Testing and Preparations

Izuku quickly needed to ran away from the scene of the crime. The crime he committed.

Izuku took the jacket from the flame jerk, and went back to get his bag with all the things he planned on taking with him and tried to put it on his back but stopped remembering the wings. The wings on his back not only caused problems with his bag but they also created air resistance, slowing him down. Izuku didn't need to think too hard about putting away the wings. they disappeared almost as soon as the thought emerged.

Izuku began taking there wallets then ran and ran in almost a straight line for the trash piles. When he finally got there he wasted no time crawling into his pile. He curled up in his sleeping bag and cried himself to sleep.

 This was all just a dream.

 he wasn't a monster.

 he wasn't All For One. 

For the first time in his life, Izuku prayed he would be quirkless in the morning.

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When Izuku awoke he found himself in the trash piles. This wasn't something irregular for him. He'd regularly sleep in his trash piles, preferring it to the Yagi household, the depressiveness of that statement not being lost on him. Izuku didn't think anything of it, believing last night to have just been an especially vivid dream. That was until he brought his hand up to his forehead and felt not skin, but scales.

That sensation was all it took for him to snap awake. It wasn't a dream. Last night really happened. Izuku looked down at his hands as he felt the tears begin to fall once again. It was real, he was All For One, a monster.

Izuku doesn't know how long he spent there just crying before he regained his bearings. Now with a calm and clear mind, he began to catalog everything he remembered. "Okay, so I ran away from home and was attacked in an alley. I defended myself by t-... taking the quirks... of my three attackers," he muttered to himself. He then let his analytical mind take over, "The quirks I have now are the wing quirk I got from the woman. Since I was able to put them away easily I assume they're a transformation quirk. The scale quirk I got from the guy. This one seems to be a mutation quirk. It never turned off in my sleep even though transformation quirks don't last that long. Then there was the fire quirk I got from the last man, emitter."

Izuku took a breath from his self-analyzing before continuing onto the quirk that let everything happen. "Then there's my... true... quirk. All For One, the ability to take and give quirks," he said as he looked at his hand, more specifically at the hole in it. "This must be a mutation from All For One. I don't know why I'd have it otherwise." Izuku thought more and remembered. 

"Possible transformative aspect of All For One. My eyes are red and my hair is blue. Last, there was the red lightning I created. Bio-electricity?"

When Izuku was done analyzing the quirks he had from what he remembered he decided to experiment. he picked the lighter and it produced a flame and held the blaze in front of him. He tried to see if there was anywhere else he could produce fire but came up empty. He could only control the fire and increase its heat.

He dismissed the fire, not wanting to burn anything or make more smoke in his cramped new home. He then tried to pull out his wings and found it was surprisingly easy. He looked at the ink-black wings and tried to move them around as best he could. It felt weird to use an appendage he'd never had before.

and he felt...lighter?

When he got more accustomed to the wing's presence he checked his back in the reflection of a toaster lodged in the trash that surrounded the gazebo. The wings destroyed his shirt and school uniform. Izuku put his wings away.