Liberty

Prologue: Cold

A.N. This is a disclaimer. I do not own My Hero Academia or the OC Hoshi, MHA belongs to Kohei Horikoshi and Hoshi belongs to a friend of mine and collab partner for this fic.

Flashback

Why didn't he have a quirk?

Why did people bully him for not having a quirk?

Could he really be a hero with no quirk at all

Was he really as useless as his former friend had told him?

A boy lay on the trimmed grass of the park's field, covered in bruises and burns. His eyes were closed, but the skin below still held visible tear tracks from crying.

The trees swayed in the mid afternoon breeze and the sun shone down on the boy.

It was a nice day today.

Getting up slowly, as to not disturb the bruises on his stomach, the boy started to make his way home. Unaware of the man, hidden well in the shadow of the trees, creeping up behind him till it was too late.

There was a flash of grey and pink out of the corner of his eye, and a soft voice whispering a quiet "I'm sorry" into his ears, before the boy felt something soft cover his mouth and nose. Just as he was about to black out, he heard a low dangerous voice speak.

"This one has potential. Good job Pink. Kurogiri, take us back to the main lab"

Flashback end

Their cell was cold and dark. The lab in which their cell resided below was just as cold, if not colder. No sunlight could penetrate so low. No sound from the outside world could be heard, save for the occasional drip of a far off tap or the screams of the other patients as they begged for their lives.

The cell itself was a small, square room with dull teal walls made of some kind of metal. The door on the far side of the cell had no locks and no handle on the inside, and could only be opened electronically from the outside. A single strobe light stretched across the center of the room, the glass dusty with age and cracked. There were no windows in the cell, not even on the door.

Three bunkbeds were stacked one over the other on the wall opposite the door. The mattresses were threadbare and had thin, equally threadbare blankets on top of them. There were no pillows or safety rails on the 'beds', only a worn ladder beside them. Apart from this, the room was empty.

Flashback

"This is your home now." A deep voice reverberated off the metal walls, creating an eerie echo that sent chills down the boy's spine. He looked up in fear at the man hidden in the shadows.

"B-but w-what about mommy *sniff* I w-wanna go h-home *sniff*." The boy's voice wavered as he sobbed.

He didn't want to be here.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted his mom.

The boy was broken out of his thoughts as the man laughed darkly.

"Tough luck kid, you'll be lucky if you ever see your precious mommy ever again!"

Flashback end

Well, almost empty.

Two figures, a small boy and a taller girl, sat huddled beneath the first bunkbed. The boy clung to the girl as they both shivered, whether out of cold or fear who knows. They both wore the same plain hospital gowns, tattered and old, and no shoes.