Author's Note: I have discontinued this story. I have little to no confidence in how it was turning out so I will not be writing any more of this story. I had really wanted to write a good BNHA fic but my writing skills are sub-par and it looks like no one likes it anyway. Anyway, sorry to the four or so people that had some sort of interest in it.

Midoriya Izuku or better known as Deku was a hard working hero. He fought hard day in and day out to make sure that the villains of the city were locked away and that the civilians were unharmed. He was a nice guy, so nice he'd regularly do community service on his days off.

That's why he didn't understand what he'd done to deserve this?

He sat on the cold asphalt grasping at his arms, sobs shaking his body as he tastes the remnants of the person he'd attacked just seconds ago. Their body that had been lively just hours before lying limp on the ground behind him as he crumbles to pieces.

That morning Izuku had woken up super Plus Ultra ready for the day! He'd gotten plenty of sleep, he'd finally received his limited edition Froppy mug he'd ordered (he'd wanted to support her so he insisted he bought it). And he was super excited for the TV show interview that was happening today! Talking Spy 006 was one of his favorite shows to watch late at night with his mom when he couldn't sleep.

He quickly finishes gathering his things and heads out the door.

When he finally gets to the hero office he quickly makes his way inside, hoping to get inside and get some coffee before it's all gone.

Soon he makes it to his office, and after he sits down he's doing paperwork mechanically and the time goes by in a flash. Next thing he knows it's lunchtime and he's walking to the cafeteria.

He sees Ochako already sat down and decides to eat with her.

"Hey Deku-kun! How's work going? You look kind of tired?" Uraraka says in concern.

He sets down his tray of Udon and sits across from her.

"I feel great! Just feeling some eye-strain from looking at the computer screen for so long…" Izuku says rubbing his eyes again.

"I see... So you're gonna be on Talking Spy 006 tonight huh?" Ochako smirks, then takes a bite of her salad.

"Yeah! I'm super excited! I used to watch it with my mom all the time!" Deku says, then he suddenly launches into a relentless tirade about his favorite episodes and his muttering fills the space between them.

After a while Uraraka finally interrupts, "So I actually managed to round everyone up to watch the later screening of it after the live broadcast! Did you want to come? It's at a bar not too far from the station…" Izuku is staring silently at the table and Uraraka continues, "It's okay if you don't want to because you're working really hard on the new policy against quirkless discrimination and I understand if you were to tir-"

"It's okay! I actually want to go! Plus I haven't seen Kacchan in months. We've both been so busy lately, not to mention the rest of the class...

who else is going to be there?"

"I got everyone!" She says excitedly.

"Even Tokoyami? I thought he was busy with the joint operation in Hokkaido?"

"Nope! He just finished with that a couple days ago and said and I quote "I wouldn't miss that mad banquet of darkness for the world.""

"He used his catchphrase! Omg I'm gonna die…" Izuku starts laughing, hugging his stomach and snorts come out of his mouth.

"I know he's ridiculous. Anyway, we're all going to be there early so you can probably just walk to the bar after the interview and we can all hang out before the show."

"Sounds good!" Izuku gets up and starts heading back to his office, looking forward to the get together later tonight.

Izuku didn't know he'd never make it to the party.

After work he had gone home to change into something formal and then headed to the TV station. An hour or two later and the show was over, it had been so much fun!

"Deku!" One of the other celebrities approached him, an American hero he believes her hero name was… "It's Starstream!" She interrupted in English, "I just wanted to ask if I could get an autograph? I really love your work and admire you a lot! You're really a worthy successor to All Might!" She talked so fast in the past he would have had a hard time keeping up, but luckily all his time in America paid off.

"Ah, thank you…" He replies shyly rubbing his neck. He takes her notebook and signs his hero name, then hands it back to her. "I admire you too by the way, your rescue efforts in America are nothing to be scoffed at, especially with that flooding caused in Florida by the latest hurricane. You're a good hero too." He looks up to see her crying and is immediately taken aback. "D-did I say something wrong? I'm sorry…" with his surprise he slipped back into Japanese, after he noticed her confused face he repeated it in English.

Then she started laughing. "No, I was just happy that someone as awesome as you noticed me too." She smiled a hundred-watt smile and he returned it just as brightly.

"Well, sorry to cut this short but I have a party to go to!" Izuku starts walking away, waving as he goes. "Keep up the good work!" He says to his back.

He hears a "You too!" As the door closes behind him.

He's about a block away from the TV station when the dark feeling in the pit of his stomach starts.

He keeps walking, thinking it's just because it's dark out and he doesn't have the security of his support equipment and hero suit to soothe it. But he has One for All. It's not like anyone could actually do anything right?

He's walking past a particularly dark alley when he hears it. The crying. He turns and sees some kind of movement but it's too dark to tell what it is. Judging by the tone it's a female though.

Being the wonderful hero he is, he decides to check up on the poor person.

It's not until he feels a presence behind him that he thinks firing up his quirk in precaution would've been smarter. He gets hit over the head, but due to him turning on his quirk as well as his pain resistance he doesn't get knocked out. He does get slightly disoriented however. This gives the women acting as decoy enough time to come up behind him and stick him in the neck with a needle. He shifts up, expecting the energy to propel him up, but nothing happens. 'Quirk suppressants? Shit.' This time he gets knocked out.

When he wakes up next he hears an argument in the next room between who he would presume to be his kidnappers. Their voices echoing in the large expanse of the empty warehouse.

He hears snippets "-garaki never mentioned the Number One Hero!" "-better pay us." "-ts just do it."

Then they come out of the room.

"Hello Deku." The man says condescendingly. Walking up to him slowly. "Looks like you're already up, not surprised since you're Number One after all." He whispers the last bit into Izuku's ear and he feels a freezing cold chill run down his spine.

"What do you want with me?" He asks angrily.

"We want you to suffer." This time it's the female that speaks up. "We want you to break and for the current peace to topple with you."

Those words sounded similar to a certain hand-covered villain. Not to mention they mentioned what sounded like his name earlier.

"Shigaraki huh? Man, I thought after Gigantomachia got caught he was finally done with, but he's still hanging in the shadows huh? Geeze… that guy's too persistent." He was talking nonchalantly but he was frantically thinking of a way out.

He couldn't rely on his quirk because the quirk suppressants were surely still in effect, but he was still strong and adept at fighting. If he could somehow…

His thoughts are interrupted by the man smirking at him. "Yeah, it was Shigaraki. He told me about how much you're fascinated with quirks. Do you wanna hear about mine? It's called Gore Fiend. In order for it to be activated my blood has to come into contact with another person's. Gore Fiend causes the affected person to become aggressive and animalistic. It effectively sends them into a rage that can only be satiated by killing. The effect lasts 12 hours, but after that there will still be lingering effects for up to a month. It's especially strong around those close to you."

The man takes out a knife and cuts his hand open. After that he slices his cheek with the same knife. Then he reaches out and rubs his bloody hand against his face. He winces as the cut is irritated.

"Oh, don't worry. This is just a fraction of the pain you're going to feel."

The man's smile is the last thing he sees as he slowly falls.