Izuku sat with his back against the wall, its cool metal soothing his burned back through his shirt. He was wet. Not from water, but from sweat, and blood. His clothes were tattered, his body littered with recent cuts and gashes and covered almost completely with scars.

He couldn't remember what he did wrong. He spent years being the perfect son, crafting an image of the person his father wanted him to be. There had been times when he had misjudged and thrown away his perfectly crafted persona in the hope that someone would save him, in the hope that he could escape, however that had been during his first years of being with his father. When he still didn't grasp how the world worked. When he still thought heroes would always save the day.

It was entirely possible that the "extra training" he had endured was actually extra training, and not the brand of torture his father usually put him through when he did something wrong. It had been years since he proved himself a capable fighter, which had exempted him from the Nomu induced hell his father called "extra training" that he fought through when he was a child. Despite this, he still had to go through it every once in a awhile. Something had probably flared his fathers paranoia, which brought on the test of survival Izuku had just went through. That or Izuku had managed to piss Shigaraki off to the point of lying to his father about him trying to escape or something. Now that he thought about it, he had probably pissed Shigaraki off.

Groaning, Izuku forced himself to his feet. Swaying a little, he grabbed the wall to steady himself before leaving the small metal room he had cooped himself up in. He didn't want to see anyone after the beating he just took, but he did need his wounds treated, and that was something he couldn't do himself.

Walking along the large metal corridor he stopped in front of the stairs, eyed the obstacle with contempt, and proceeded to edge up them one by one, ignoring the pain that spread through his body. At the top of the stairs was a large wooden door. Twisting the handle, Izuku stumbled into the vintage lounge. His father and Kurogiri had similar taste, and while Kurogiri much preferred the bar front of the city hideout, Izuku knew the mist man would be here to watch over him.

He was standing behind the kitchen counter, most likely preparing Izuku's dinner. Not minding the fact that he was bleeding out standing on the carpet, Izuku walked over to the counter and sat on the stools causing one of them to creak.

Kurogiri tensed, before sighing. "You know it's rude to sneak up one people."

"You know it's rude to help kidnap children." Izuku rose a little from his seat, trying to see what Kurogiri was preparing.

The man snorted. Despite his role in Izuku's current situation, Izuku couldn't find the will to hate him. He was the only person part of the villain alliance that didn't feel evil. There was also the fact that Kurogiri never actually hurt him, and instead made sure he was eating right, and keeping up with his studies. It was odd. The man himself was odd, and Izuku asked many times why he was even a villain, but in the seven or eight years he had known Kurogiri, he had never gotten an answer.

"What are you making?" Izuku couldn't smell the food, all he could smell was blood, and it was getting a bit annoying.

"Pancakes"

"For dinner?"

"It's your birth-" the man turned around and stopped midsentence, finally taking notice of Izuku's condition. He sighed and put the pancakes off the flame.

"He didn't tell me you were receiving extra lessons today." Kurogiri turned off the stove and grabbed a rather large first aid kit from underneath the counter.

"Really? that's a first." Izuku starred at the man as he pulled out some bandages "He must have a lot on his mind."

Kurogiri's eyes flicked towards the hideouts main exit. Taking note of it, Izuku took a peak when Kurogiri looked away, and his heart began to race as he realized it was unlocked.

"Your father isn't in the greatest health right now."

Izuku glanced at Kurogiri's back. His eyes shifted to the metal brace that, when hit with enough force, would render him unconscious. He calculated the odds in his head, his nails aching at the though of using his quirk when he had already overexerted it.

The way Kurogiri eluded to the possibility of escape was most certainly a trap.

"What happened to Dad?" Kurogiri passed the bandages to Izuku and took out a bottle of rubbing alchohol and some cotton balls.

"He's getting weaker by the day." Kurogiri began to clean and dress Izuku's wounds. "The day when you will need to take his place is nearing."

"Is Shigaraki with him?"

"Yes."

"So it's only us and the Nomus here then."

"The Nomus have been moved to the city." Kurugiri finished patching up Izuku's left arm and moved to his right.

Making up his mind, Izuku forced a couple of strength quirks into is right arm. "The doors unlocked."

Kurogiri froze for a second, before inspecting the door.

"Oh you're right. Thank you for your honesty." Kurigiri turned his back completely to Izuku as he went to lock the door. "Your father will be-"

"Proud, I know." Izuku smashed his right fist into Kurogiri's metal bracer, knocking him unconscious.

Smiling at his downed form, he pointed his nails towards Kurogiri. Turning black, they spung from his hand and imbedded into Kurogiri's metal bracer. Izuku took a minute to process the information his quirk was giving him, the blueprint of Kurogiri's quirk being tucked away for later. He messed around with Kurogiri's quirk, and he didn't leave until he was satisfied with the length of time the mans quirk would be disabled. Three hours would be plenty of time to escape. Hopefully.

Izuku burst through the metal door that served as his exit and run up the metal steps towards the surface. Throwing open the wooden hatch, he erupted into the night, and took only a second to observe his surroundings.

It was nighttime. He was in a forest. The trees were huge and thick, and from the weather, he could tell it was summer, or late spring. Pumping strength quirks into his body, he jumped high, his body clearing the trees, and his eyes immediately focused to the lights of the city. It was miles away, and without the use of quirks, it would take him hours, way more than three, to make it to the city. There was road a few miles north, but they were inactive during this time at night. He started to weigh the pros and cons of using his quirks to escape.

Pro: he would be out of his fathers clutches, hopefully protected by heroes.

Con: If he used his quirks while he was already at his limit, his body would shut down and die. Most likely before he got to the city.

Pro: If he died, his father would never get what he wanted, and he wouldn't need to suffer anymore.

With spite filling his veins, the boy stopped his descent by pushing air throw his palms. Adding some resistance quirks so the wind wouldn't aggravate his wounds a lot, he flew through the night as fast as he could.

He couldn't take the pain anymore. What started as a dull ache transformed into a burning crescendo, and before he knew it, Izuku was falling out of the sky. He hit the highway with a loud crash, the road tearing up at the force Izuku hit it. Had it not been for the resistance quirks Izuku had barely held on to, he would be dead. He was still dead in a way. He had been losing blood before, but now it was vacating his body in waves. He was almost chocking on it, his own blood. This wasn't the first time it happened, but it scared him whenever it did. He was dying.

He managed to roll to his side, allowing the blood to more easily flow through his mouth. His lungs were on fire, his vision watery, his head muddied.

He had wanted to be a hero, had wanted to help people, but that dream was so far off now. Midoriya Izuku would never be number one. He would never be a hero. He would never see his mother again, the women that after so many years, he had forgotten her face. He would never see his friends again. Actually, he only had one friend, and their relationship ended when they were four, and Izuku finally got his quirk. It was weird. Unlike his mother, he could picture this person perfectly. A blond boy with a literal explosive personality, yet when it came to his name, not a single letter entered Izuku's mind. It was fine. In a few minutes it wouldn't matter. In a few moments he'd be free.

Apparently , it was true what people said about seeing a light when they start dying. It was weird though, he had never seen a light before, and he certainly hadn't seen two.

The lights became obscured, and for a second, Izuku thought he saw his parents in front of him. His sweet mother who loved him with everything she had, and his cool dad, the one who wrote him bed time stories and hugged him before he went to bed ,the one before he gained his quirk.

In that moment Izuku was peaceful. Everything would be okay, he was free now. He couldn't bring himself to smile, but he was happy.

Closing his eyes for the final time, he drifted away.

AN: Super Important!

First things first, I probably won't be uploading a lot cause I'm a bit lazy but I do like the idea I have for this story so I'll probably update it more than any of my others. The second thing I wanted to say is that I have about up to the Sports festival planned out. When I say planned out I don't mean completely, and the reason I don't mean completely is the third thing I wanted to talk about. I need roughly fourteen oc's who- stay with me here- come from villain lineage. I'm talking kids old enough to be freshmen's in high school (which eludes to why I need the Oc's) All I need is a name, physical description, Backstory, personality and parents names and Villain identities. I don't entirely mind if the kids you guys come up with are related to some of the villains in the actual show or manga, but don't make it a really important or main villain. I would like the oc's to have very unique but not necessarily overpowered quirks. If I think the quirk doesn't suit their personality or if it does but its just overpowered, I will most likely make tweaks to the oc to compensate (If I really want to use them) I'll give credit to the people who creates the oc's once all of them are picked and stuff. Again, I probably won't upload a lot. I see fanfiction as a place to empty the ideas in my head, and then evolve them if I want to. I'll at the very least write up to the introductions of oc's so there's that. Thanks for even reading this, and I hope we can all have fun with this.

Side note: The backstories don't have to be super edgy, and neither does the personality. The really human backstories are the ones I'll look out for. For example, super nice bubbly girl/boy who's dad/mom got involved in some really unsavory stuff because they didn't have money to feed their kids. Stuff like that are nice to see in a story. At least in my opinion.

That being said, Midoriya's gonna be a bit of an edge ball. But a cute edge ball. Hopefully.