Villain deku- you can't be a hero.

Manifested because of a sleepless night?

A/n: check out the new story I'm working on! As of writing this it's still in its first stages. But it hopefully will be far superior to this one!

Izumi pov
I sat down with my back against the wall facing Todoroki. For a while we were silent, then Todoroki asked me, "so why are you up?" I considered my options for an answer, I figured truthfully but with little detail would work, "I was a prisoner to the villains more than an actual member, I'm sure you can figure what happened." He thought for a minute, then replied with, "I assume torture, so you've got some nasty dreams now right?" I looked at him, and softened my expression as I realized that his father was the worst hero in terms of handling people. "You're dad, he was abusive wasn't he?" I said, not sure if my own question was rhetorical or not. He nodded. "I guess we both have nasty dreams right?" I added. He nodded again. "Ya know, if you ever need someone to talk to about that, I'll listen. If anything I know what it's like to be burned." I wasn't too sure if it was a good idea to tell him or not but I talked without thinking, and so I had to show him. I lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach where I had been branded so long ago. The mark, even more visible than his. He looked shocked to say the least. I dropped my shirt back down, and closed my eyes leaning my head on the wall, "it was, how long ago? I've lost track of time again... I think... nearly a year now."

"How long?" He asked me, I was surprised that he even asked a question. "Hmm, you mean how long was I there?" I looked up to see him nod. "It was... I think a year and a half maybe... or was it a year? I'm not really sure. I can't remember much of anything but constant pain for the first, I'd say few months? I tried to keep track of time, but with no contact on the outside I lost it quickly." We both sighed heavily. "What about you? You're from a quirk marriage right? So how long did he abuse you?" He looked away, and replied, "my whole life, but it wasn't too bad until my quiet developed. He abused all of us really, it drove my mother crazy, she said my left side looked more and more like him every day. And one day she poured boiling water on it. He sent her to a mental hospital, and I haven't seen her since." It was... a lot. To think endeavor might actually be worse at home than as a hero was appalling. But it couldn't really be helped. "We've both got a lot of baggage then." I said, before he scoffed. I stood up and said, "we should both try again to sleep, if you go back to bed I'll even show you my original form tomorrow." I'm still not sure where that idea came from, but he actually lit up at the idea. I wonder if he.... never mind He got up and went back into he room before I left, and went back to my own, hoping for a dreamless sleep.

The world unfortunately had different plans for me. I had a series of short nightmares that once I had awoken from, I remembered in perfect detail. It was Sunday, the day before my first day of hero school. I wasn't looking foreword to it. I walked into my bathroom to wash my face. Only to find that my hair had already grown long enough to trail on the floor. I picked it up in a bundle, with 4 hair ties on my wrist and prayed to god that someone who knew how to braid hair was awake. Luckily for me, the universe owed me a favor and Urakura was awake. I walked over and sat across front her on the couch. "Hey... ochaco-chan, do you maybe know how to do hair?" She looked surprised that I approached her, but quickly smiled and said, "You don't!? Scooch, I'll help ya." A few minutes later Sui showed up, and helped too. By the end I had a bun with little pieces hanging down that had bow shaped ends. "Thanks... I'm really not used to having so much hair." I couldn't manage to smile for them, but I did at least make sure my voice portrayed gratitude. I walked into the kitchen and made my famous coffee for them as a treat. They both, unfortunately ruined it by adding a ton of cream to theirs. "No way ribbit, you drink coffee black!" Sui said. "Yeah," I said looking down into my coffee, "this might surprise you but, villains actually pay for groceries. Cream is too expensive for them to waste it on-" I stopped talking suddenly, I knew they weren't stupid, if I told them too much they'd put two and two together. "Cream is a luxury. Villains don't exactly get luxury." I said quickly.