Villain deku- you can't be a hero.

What is motherly love?

A/n no answers on my last announcement chapter?! Really...

Day of return 3rd person

The heroes were preparing to storm the league HQ in an attempt to find Izumi, but they couldn't help but feel uncertain about her. She was something new to them, they had never seen a child whose memory was wiped by villains before. Not only that, but even as a villain she still seemed to have a good heart. The heroes surrounded the hq and began their assault. All might punched in through the back wall and fought his way into many different rooms. The more empty rooms he found the more worried he was for Izumi. It wasn't until nearly the end of the assault that he noticed a steel door at the end of a hallway. He walked towards it, praying she'd even in there. What he found, nearly made him scream. It was Izumi on the floor, rocking back and forth hugging her knees with an expression that was so filled with terror, he didn't even know how to explain it. Not only that, but he noticed that she was surrounded by hair, and had a steel dog collar on with a very long, heavy looking chain attached to it.

Izumi pov
I didn't notice all might in the doorway at first, I was too focused on the sound of a fight outside. In that moment, when I heard the fight, something just clicked in my head. I was afraid of them loosing, I hated them all and wanted them dead, but I also didn't. They were all I knew, or at least all I thought I knew. There was a loud boom, probably an explosion and that made me really loose it. I suddenly jumped onto my feet in a crouching position and covered my ears.   That was when I noticed the figure in the doorway. All might, one of the heroes from the hospital was there. I stood up and looked at him. I saw his eyes wander to my neck, at the collar, then my neck, to the cuffs. I didn't really understand it, but in that moment I knew I had to go with him, or bad things were going to happen. I took a step word him, the chains rattled, another, they followed. One more and they were lifted off the ground. He still just looked at me. Does he not get it? I'm chained to this room! I reluctantly tried to take another step, as I did, the chains were pulled taut and I recoiled back.

All might finally snapped out of it and came towards me, and broke the chain around the middle. He then grabbed my wrist and led me through the battle to exit the building. As we crossed through, I was many familiar faces, ones I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something seemingly reoccurring nowadays. Things weren't matching up, and I didn't know why. That was something that scared me. Once we were out of the building, all might led me to the detective from before, who immediately noticed my unreasonably long hair. But, and thank god for it, he chose to wait to comment on it. I was ushered into an armored police vehicle, wearing the handcuffs they put on my wrist that prevented quirk use. There was a hero on either side of me and two armed police officers in front of them. Naomasa and someone else got in to the two front seats. I was taken to a high security containment center, as I was too young to go to an actual jail.

I was put in a waiting cell, and periodically questioned, but I refused to speak. A detective was sitting outside my cell at all times watching me. I was told they made contact with my 'mother' but I didn't understand it. I didn't know what a mother meant, but I wanted to know. I opened my mouth to speak, only to close it gain shuttering at the memory of him. The detective unfortunately for me, noticed and wrote it down. My mind wondered, little buts of my memory flashing through my head. A boy with sandy colored hair, someone pleading, "Kaa-chan". An explosion, bandages. 'More', I thought to myself, 'there has to be more!' I think I always knew I had forgotten who I was, but it wasn't until then that I began to question who I was. A swing in a small park, the echoes of screams, flashes of fire. A woman with a smile on her face. 'More!' I thought, but it had all gotten blurry. And I had grown tired.

He's coming, i can't escape. There's nowhere to hide. Help, someone, please. Just help me! I woke up in a cold sweat, the detective looked worried. He said, "you were crying out in your sleep. Asking for help, saying someone was coming. Now tell me kid, what did they do to you?" I had no choice but to break my own vow. 'Just this once' I thought. I would explain everything to them, but that was it. And so, with a deep breath I opened my mouth and told them everything. Well almost everything anyway.

Time skip (small)

  "The rest is too blurry for me to understand." The detective was horrified. He tried to cover up his dismay with a professional attitude but, it didn't work. "Well, you have a visitor, it's your mother. You remember her right?" I shook my head, "do you at least know what a mother is?" I shook my head again. He muttered something into his walkie talkie and entered my cell holding handcuffs. What the fuck is a mother? He put the handcuffs on me and began walking me out, nearly tripping on my hair, I hadn't noticed until then that it had actually gotten longer. It was now dragging on the floor behind me. I was brought into a room that had 4 guards, a table and two chairs. I sat down, and a moment later a woman was brought into the room. Is that? The woman? Is it her? She sat down across from me, her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she had dark eye bags. "Oh my poor baby." She said, her voice softer than anything I could remember. "They, they told me that you can't remember me... is, is that true?" I stared at her, and for just a moment I'm sure, I saw everything. Then I remembered a small piece, her eyes, filled with tears, but still a warmth radiating fin my chest. "I- I don't know..." was all I could muster out. But it was enough for her, enough to give her hope.

The woman got up and came around to me. She held out her arms and I flinched hard, not expecting her to tuck her arms around me. Hugs were foreign to me, but once I was in her arms I didn't want her to let go. I didn't know that touch could be so kind.

Over the next few weeks I was questioned and evaluated repeatedly, until they felt I wasn't a threat. But the problem of keeping me safe emerged. It was decided against my will that I would be starting at UA and living in the dorms. I'll be moving into the dorms the day before the UA students do, and I'll be in class 1a. Additionally I have to wear a chocker that gives a constant GPS tracker to all hero's in the vicinity.

Timeskip
The students weeklong break was about to end, and I was moving into my new room, entirely on guard. I made it my business to know every possible entrance and exit to the building, and considering it has 4 floors, there are a lot. My room, was on the second floor, on a side hall to the right of the staircase. I was at the very end of the hall, probably to keep me more out of the way and private. My Mother had come with to help me buy new clothes and bedding. She also taught me how to put my hair up, and braid it. Because of my gender situation the principal and I decided it's best I have one female and male uniform.

Did I mention that the home room teacher also has to live here? He has an apartment downstairs, so we were both unpacking on the same day. In any case, by the time I finished unpacking it was nightfall, and I was exhausted, mostly because I was around people all day. I decided against my better judgement to try and sleep.

The next morning one-by-one students arrived and gathered in the front lawn of our dorm. Because my window faded them, I could listen in to what they were saying. When everyone was there, Aizawa explained the rooming assignments and showed them the chart. After a minute one student finally noticed my name, and yelled, "Who's this?" To aizawa. He responded with the flat out truth, "She was forced to be a villain. She doesn't really want to be a hero though." And then walked out. Just great, he didn't even explain why I'm here. I was frankly annoyed at the thought of being questioned. But quickly stopped thinking about it as I noticed my sleeves were rolled up, exposing my many scars. Scars I didn't remember getting. 

After just a few minutes, I could hear the students, my new classmates arguing over wether to bother me or not.and again ignoring my better judgement I went downstairs to get it over with, and a water.

And that's all I'm writing tonight. So yeah.