Kagome Kagome

In an abandoned building, forever in the shade

"Mom? Where are we going?"

Inko dragged a nine year old Midoriya by the arm, leading him into the car.

"Just stay silent, brat."

Inko slammed the door shut, before she entered the car and started the engine.

The entire car ride was silent, until Midoriya noticed of the street signs as he looked out the window.

"Are we... going to another hospital?" Midoriya asked, heart sinking, "A quirk doctor?"

"No we aren't. Just shut up." Inko snapped, as she stomped on the accelerator.

They passed by the hospital, and Midoriya tensed up as his mother drove into a forest.

"Mom? Where are we going -"

"I said shut up!" Inko snapped, and Midoriya flinched, and covered his mouth, watching Inko drive deeper and deeper into the forest, where the foliage became so thick that he could not see the sky under all the leaves. The car smacked into tree branches, ran over roots, and given that Inko was checking her phone every other minute, Midoriya deduced that there wasn't actually a road.

Inko dug her foot harshly into the breaks, and the car screeched to a halt. She exited the car, and literally dragged Midoriya out of the car and into a dilapidated looking building. Midoriya turned around, and was horrified that he couldn't even see through the mess of trees and branches behind the car.

"Hello. Forest Green Orphanage here. How can we help you?" A man smoking a cigar lazily addressed them, and Inko just tugged on Midoriya's arm harshly. He fell over, hitting the counter, and rubbed his head where it had made contact.

"Midoriya Inko here. Are all the papers ready?"

"Uh... hold on a second." The man bent down, dug into the drawers, and pulled out a few crumpled looking sheets of paper, "Uh.. Midoriya Izuku, nine, male, quirkless."

Inko nodded, and he handed over the few pieces of paper for her to sign.

Midoriya then just registered what was going on.

"Mom?! What is going on?"

Inko just signed the papers, and left the room through the entrance, not even saying a single word to him as he heard the engines start up.

"Mom!? Where are you going!?" Midoriya yelped, as he pushed himself to his feet and scrambled for the door, as the man grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

"Kid, stop struggling." He growled, but Midoriya thrashed in his grasp, accidentally kicking the man in the shin in an attempt to free himself.

"Ow! Dammit brat!" The man just grabbed Midoriya's arm, and twisted it uncomfortably behind him back. Midoriya shrieked in his panic, but the man just pinned him to the ground harshly.

"Look, brat," He spat, "I'm not being paid to ensure you come in uninjured. I just need to toss you in alive. So you either cooperate, and you can get to your room quickly, or you can try and struggle and I'll just snap your arms off."

"But, Mom!" Midoriya cried out, struggling, but the man just stomped on his back harshly, "She doesn't want you anymore. No one wants you anymore. That's why you're here."

"She.... doesn't want me?"

Midoriya was shocked into a stunned silence, and he froze. The man dragged him to his feet, "At least you're more cooperative now."

The man dragged Midoriya through the hallways, as children of all ages popped out of the rooms located by the corridors to look at the commotion.

Midoriya just let the man drag him along, not knowing what or how to react to anything anymore.

She... doesn't want me anymore?

She doesn't love me anymore?

He no longer cared. His father hated him. Bakugou was nice to him until he was declared quirkless. For five years, the only person who loved him, who was actually nice to him, was his mother.

And now, she didn't want him anymore.

The man kept dragging him along, past several hallways and corridors, winding through the maze of walls and doors until Midoriya got dizzy trying to recall if they had gone left or right. The lights grew dimmer, and started flickering ominously, like the bulbs were close to going out and no one had bothered to fix or replace them. The sounds of children screaming and laughing became softer, until they died out all together.

The silence around them was deafening, and Midoriya could hear the faint sounds of dripping water through a leaky roof.

Midoriya mutely noted that they hadn't seen a single child for the past few minutes.

"Why... why is there no one... here?" Midoriya asked, bleakly realising that he would spend the rest of his life here. He no longer remembered the route his mother took to get there, and in such a dense forest, there was no way he's be able to escape, not to mention that there may be wild animals or other predators that no doubtedly would strike on a defenseless child.

"There are kids here." The man replied in a bored tone. "All the weird kids are here. The ones with horrible or villainous quirks, the disabled ones, just those that are undesirable with no chance at all of getting adopted. Basically, all the ones that no one wants."

Midoriya gulped.

But it's true... right? No one wants a quirkless child. No one wants a useless or utter waste of space. Kacchan is right. I'm better off here where I won't bother anyone anymore.

Midoriya barely even registered that they had stopped at the end of the hallway until he literally walked into the man who was grabbing him by the wrist. Moss and mould was growing on the walls, and there was a puddle of water in the corner that had water constantly dripping into it.

"You're staying with this kid. We call him Kansei. His quirk allows him to brainwash anyone that speaks to him." The man growled, and flung open the door.

There was a room with two tables and two beds.

But the first thing he registered was a boy with purple hair, a muzzle strapped to his face. His eyes were burning with anger, a bloody knife in hand, as he dragged it along his left forearm, blood dripping to the ground.

Midoriya let out a gasp in shock, and the boy whirled around, and growled at both him and the man, brandishing the blade at them threateningly. He growled, unable to speak due to the muzzle, as blood dripped off the multiple cuts that littered his arm.