What makes a hero, a hero? The courage? A symbol of justice? A symbol of peace? A boy filled with rejection and fear couldn't find the answer. What made a hero, a hero? Why did he try so hard to become one? While sat on a bridge, Midoriya is approached by a man in a black hoodie with steely blue hair. And offers a new direction. One that could save or ruin his life. Behind a mask, information at his side, he could finally get back at the world that torn him apart ~~~~~ Story of villian deku Cover was made by JaydaCleveland (Thank you my dude!) The final few chapters are edited by lomewmew42 (chapter 45 onward) Warning: contains strong language and dark content This is the first story I've written so if it sucks feel free to call it out

(Please note this fic is very messy and not actually complete. Another version titled Axis (new) is the one you should read first.) What does it mean to be a hero? That's a question for the ages. It seems morality loses to evil. Heroes are villains. Villains are heroes. Where is the line between good and evil? It is gone. Poisoned. Marred. Destroyed. Izuku Midoriya is a vigilante.