Things weren't supposed to go this far. It was an accident, it had to be, he had never felt something like this before. Or he had never felt the complete lack of something like this. All of his senses, gone, lost with the sudden surprise after the exploding punch to his face. It was dark, he was closing his eyes shut, his hands clutching tightly onto his head. The only sense he could somehow grasp was the pain, but even that was fading, numbing, probably due to the shock.
The room was silent, uneasy. The kids were used to Bakugou's bullying, but this took things to a whole new level. This time the arguments between Midoriya and Bakugou got more heated than they ever witnessed. Blinded by rage, Bakugou used his quirk to land an explosive blow on his quirkless classmate. As soon as he realized what he had done, he froze and stared down at the other, speechless. He looked down into his hand as the other students crowded around. His thoughts seemed to echo through him, What have I done? What have I done?
The feelings of disgust, shame and anger filled him to the brim. But this time, these feelings he felt weren't for anyone else but himself. Guilt ate at his very core and he was frozen, unmovable. Bakugou was too focused on his actions and feelings to notice the teachers dragging him out of the room and Midoriya being carried out on a stretcher. He was sat down in an office as the injured student was wheeled inside of an ambulance. Parents were called, parents were crying, parents were shouting.
"Izuku! Izuku! what happened to my Izuku!"
"Why would you injure your own classmate, Katsuki?!"
His mom was shouting, Miss. Midoriya was crying, but their words were all a blur to him. He was overwhelmed and overstimulated, "Just shut up! That Deku deserved it. He will never be a hero, everyone knows it!" No. No. I didn't mean it. His thoughts were a messed up jumble, That's not what I wanted to say. His anger towards himself always seemed to find an outlet to lash out at others. It was too late to stop himself, he just continued to do the wrong thing, even when he didn't want to.
Bakugou's mother slapped him then grabbed him by the ear, pulling him out of the room. His father stayed behind to hold a civil conversation with the teacher, counselor, principal, and Izuku's mother. He apologized profusely for his son's behavior, begging them to let him stay on the hero course and that they'll accept any punishment as long as they could have this one request.
Bakugou's future was held to a vote. Most of the teachers agreed that if Bakugou's anger was somehow managed with counseling of some sort, he would be an exceptional hero. So it was decided, he could stay on the hero course as long as he stayed in anger management classes and completed a certain amount of hours of community service. Afterall, they didn't want the future of a bright student with great hero potential to be wasted on a quirkless nobody.
"Hey kid, open your eyes"
Midoriya was afraid to open his eyes as the ambulance rushed to the hospital. It stung and he could feel the blood run down his cheeks. He was afraid of what he would learn if he were to open his eyes, but he knew something was wrong. He knew the man was just trying to do his job, to give him emergency care, but he couldn't.
He shook his head, "n-no"
"Come on kid, I have to see what's wrong to help you."
He wanted his mom, her sweet comforting words and to hold her warm hand. He wanted her to tell him that everything was fine. He took a deep breath. He reasoned with himself, knew that his mother would want him to do what the EMTs asked. So he soon did, he opened his eyes for them.
The EMT must have seen worse before, because for what he could see and hear, the man made no reaction. That's right, see. Midoriya couldn't see, he couldn't see, surrounded by darkness. He was dumbfounded as realization hit him longer than expected. A light gasp left his lips.
The EMT thought the gasp from the boy was because he started to clean up the blood and disinfect the burn marks on his forehead, upper nose, eyelids, and upper cheekbones under his eyes. From what the man could see, he didn't see anything wrong with the boys eyes, the looked normal. Except they were slightly pink and bloodshot, but that would go away by the next day. As the man began to wrap the bandages around the top half of the boys head, covering all the burn marks, Midoriya finally found it in him to speak up.
"...u-um...I can't see..."
The EMT lightly snickered, "Well yeah, I just wrapped bandages around your eyes."
Midoriya shook his head, "No...before that. When you asked me to open my eyes. When I opened them, I couldn't see anything."
There was silence and the ambulance came to a stop.
The EMT rubbed the back of his head, "Um...well, now that we are at the hospital, the doctors can look deeper into it."
The back doors of the ambulance opened and he turned to look in the direction of the sound. It felt as if all his senses were now heightened without his eyes. He didn't like it , that growing sense of unawareness and anticipation. He flinched as the stretcher began to move, in which direction, he didn't know. He sighed, maybe this was his punishment for chasing after an impossible dream, a smack in the face by reality to bring him back to his senses. A quirkless hero...unthinkable.
Midoriya was sitting in the hospital bed or lying down at an angle. His mother had arrived at the hospital soon after he had. The doctors had already unwrapped the bandages, his mother cried at the sight and at the news. They examined him and they were waiting for the news. His mother was holding his hand and he appreciated the comforting gesture, but he still couldn't disagree with the reality. He could never be a hero, no matter how hard he tried.
It had been a few hours, but finally the doors opened and his doctor came back with the results.
"Seems that your son's retina and cornea has been burned. The rest of the burns were a bit more server, but not terrible. The burns weren't bad enough to leave terrible markings, but they will leave light pink scars. Luckily his eyes were open, so his eye lids weren't burned shut to the eye. The burns to his eyes weren't bad to cause scaring, markings, or discoloration in his eyes, but were still bad enough to leave him blinded."
The doctor read everything off of his clipboard until he looked up at Miss. Midoriya, who was shaking and crying.
"We will keep him under our watch for a few days to make sure no infections take place. We will give him pain medication and burn treatments, but we cannot save his eyes."
Miss. Midoriya jumped up with a cry, "There is nothing you can do?! There has to be someone with a quirk to heal his eyes! Please, doctor."
The man frowned and sighed, "I'm sure there is someone out there with a quirk like that...but we don't know anyone like that who can help. Maybe if you ask around you can find someone. But as of right now, we have no one."
The doctor soon left as Midoriya's mother cried, gripping her son in a tight hug. Through all of this, he sat still and never muttered a word. He didn't make a move to hug his mother back or made any move to comfort her. Like that any hope left was gone, replaced with an emptiness. If he were to look any deeper inside of himself, he would find anger and hate toward the world for making him this way, for cursing him.
It was the middle of the night, or so he thought. He couldn't tell and he wondered if he would eventually give up trying. But that's when he heard the footsteps, more than one person. He didn't know who it was, but he knew his mother's footsteps sounded heavier than that.
So he whispered "Mom?"
"Not the doctors either."
It was a girls voice that replied and he could hear her lightly giggle. That giggle was unsettling, causing a shiver to go down his spine. Now that his sight was gone all of his senses were on high alert. That's when he felt the hands cover his mouth, hold him down. With the set of hands, he could tell there was at least four people in the room who didn't belong. He flinched and the girl giggled again. Soon he heard another voice, a voice that didn't belong to the people holding him down, since that voice was farther away.
"We knocked your mother unconscious, but don't worry we didn't harm her." The voice was scratchy, breathless, evil, "We have come here to give you a proposal. Join us and we can heal your eyes. I can sense it, your rage and hatred. We could use someone smart like you, one who knows all weaknesses and strengths. A spy who can easily steal information without being suspected."
Villain. Villain. Villain. That word was on repeat inside of his head. His whole body screamed dangerous. But his eye sight could be restored, he would be able to see and his mother wouldn't be sad. He would be able to see his mother smile instead of hear her pained words, her cries. Don't fall for their trickery. He shook his head no, his mouth still covered by the girls soft small hands.
The voice seemed to purr which done nothing to sooth his nerves, "Come on, don't be like that. We've been wanting someone to test this quirk out on. We've bioengineered it and we want to bestow this gift to you. You would no longer be quirkless and you will have your eyesight back. All you have to do is work for us. Come on, I can taste your longing for a quirk." There was a pause, "for revenge"
The way the man said that word caused Midoriya to shake, with anticipation, fear, and with some small part of him, excitement. It was as if the others could tell that it was there, that small part of him that he feared and disgusted. He decided he couldn't let that side of him win, to become the thing he detested most. A villain.
"Toga, move your hands and let him speak for himself, what he wants."
He could feel the girl nod and remove her hands, yet he could still feel her touch lingering there.
"I-I...I won't accept your offer."
And just like that, he gasped as he felt a sharp pinch in his neck. As his body fell limp, he could hear the man's last words before he passed out.
"Well that's too bad. You'll learn to enjoy your time with us. Kurogiri, take us and our new friend back to the base."