"Get up, stupid Deku!" Bakugou said after he had pushed Izuku down, Izuku's backpack falling down to the floor and all his notebooks scattered. Izuku had the urge to cry but held it in, afraid that Bakugou would use it against him.

"D-Don't push me! That's not nice!" Izuku managed to say through the burning pain emitting from his scratched palms as he quickly stood up.

"Then stop saying you want to be a hero, you're quirkless!" Bakugou yelled at Izuku, his hands igniting into flames.

"T-That's mean, Kacchan, d-don't say that." Izuku trailed off as he become slightly insecure. Even though Kacchan was right, Izuku still refused to listen to any of the words Kacchan said to him.

"You say that but you know it's true, don't you? There's no hero who doesn't have quirk! Give it up stupid Deku!" Bakugou spit into Izuku's face and pushed him down again, his palms ignited with fire, burned through Izuku's shirt and slightly scorched the tender skin of Izuku's small, seven-year-old chest. Bakugou huffed and stomped away from Izuku and made sure to stomp on all of Izuku's notebooks, irritated. Izuku tried his best to ignore the hot burning pain in his throat from holding in his tears. Slowly he got up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and then wiping them onto his shirt.

I need to hide this from mom, he thought as he turned around to gather his belongings. Surprised to see what looked like a high schooler going through one of his notebooks filled with observation of various heroes and villains, Izuku rushed towards the stranger, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Hey! You can't look through those!" Izuku yelled as he snatched the notebook from the stranger and hurriedly collected all his scattered belongings back into his backpack, wary of the stranger. With dirty white hair and dry, pale skin with even drier lips, Izuku couldn't help it.

"Nobody ever said I couldn't," replied the high schooler in a bored, monotone voice.

"Well, I-I just did, so don't touch them again," Izuku said as he managed to zip his backpack close and put his arms through the straps, ignoring the pain that ran across his chest at being stretched.

"Those notes are pretty detailed for a baby," said the stranger, no longer looking at Izuku.

"I'm not a baby!" Izuku retorted. "I'm seven!"

"Sure kid." The stranger started to walk away from Izuku and Izuku couldn't help but let out a small sigh. He really didn't have an idea as to how he was going to hide his shirt and injuries from his mother.

A week passed and Izuku's burns weren't hurting as much anymore as they were given time to heal. He passed his days as he normally did. He didn't run into Kacchan and didn't see the creepy high schooler again which caused him a great deal of relief. He needed a bit of normalcy once in a while.

"Izuku?"

"Ready, mom!" Izuku ran towards the front of the door to see his mother up and ready, her kind eyes smiling down on him as they made their way to buy groceries. They left the house and Izuku talked to his mother about all the new heroes that had debuted recently, informing her of their weaknesses and strengths. Inko listened to her son with a sad smile as they approached the supermarket, Izuku's murmurs and rambles quieting down as he let his mom tell him what to get. Eagerly, Izuku ran around the store, trying to help his mother as much as he could. After an hour of shopping and quiet mutterings about heros, Inko and Izuku made it to the cash register. Paying for the food, Inko and Izuku exited the supermarket, Izuku's ramblings about heroes turning into ramblings about villains.

"Hey, is-is that thing coming over here?"

"Don't worry, a hero is right behind it."

"Isn't it still dangerous though?"

"Wait? Isn't that a kid?"

Inko stopped Izuku and Izuku stopped talking as he saw his mother look up, searching for something when his vision went white and his hearing ceased to work. Feeling as if suspended in the air, Izuku's mind wasn't able to process what was happening before it ended and a ringing obscured Izuku's hearing and red blurred his vision. Izuku tried to say something only to find he couldn't hear himself and stopped trying, afraid.

Izuku tried to move his body, somehow able to feel that he was laying down on sturdy, pointy things poking against his back. Rocks, he persumed. Ignoring the pain flashing through his body, Izuku managed to stand when the ringing in his ears tuned down into a dull, low tone that he could easily ignore. Izuku's vision also managed to to clear up slightly, allowing him to see blurry indications of broken buildings and debris surrounding him. Things he only ever saw in the videos he saw with All Might in them, however, the scene did not register to Izuku.

Mom. I need to find mom.

Izuku tripped and slowly made his way through the disfigured concrete. Clumsily, and with out any direction, Izuku aimlessly walked through the concrete, ignoring the cries of help from other people nor the blood decorating the blank, grey slabs.

I need to find my mom.

And when he did, Izuku felt the famliar burn of pain crawling up his throat as he felt tears snatch around the outside of his eyes. Stumbling towards his mother, Izuku fell onto his knees, inches away from her. He saw his mother's insides spilling out through a jagged wide open wound. Her intestines spilling down on to the floor, glinting in the poorly illuminated dawn as blood spread across the ground. Her left leg was torn in half. Bits and pieces of flesh remaining on the lower part of her thigh, bone and muscle clearly seen through the missing pieces.

Horrified, Izuku slowly turned towards his mother's upper body to only feel something hot run down across the sides of his cheeks and the burning in his throat grew stronger. Inko's head was barely holding onto her kneck, blood spilling through the opening, her mouth wide and frozen, her eyes open, cold, and dead.

With a shaky hand and a laugh, Izuku looked towards his mother's midsection, his arms inching their way towards the opening.

"It's okay mom," Izuku said cheerfully with a large smile on his face as he hurriedly grabbed the organs and tried to shove them back into his mother. "You'll be okay. I'll fix you." With that Izuku set his eyes on trying to make sure everything fit into his mother, ignoring the pain his arms at the heavy organs that kept spilling out.

"Huh? I'm sure everything is supposed to go back in. Why isn't it fitting?" Izuku whispered to himself as he tried again, his arms lathered in the dark red blood that belonged to his mother. Once he managed to messily stuff everything back into Inko, Izuku attempted to close his mother's midsection only to find the intestines trying to spill out again.

"Why isn't this working?" Izuku continued to plunge his small arms into his mother's body in order to move things around and create space. Taking out his bloodied hand, Izuku attempted to close the wound again but to no avail, did not succeed.

"Over here!" A man's voice cut through Izuku's hearing making him flinch slightly at the unexpected intrusion and with wide eyes, turned around to look at an adult with a paramedic uniform trying their best to climb over the concrete as quickly as they could to get to Izuku and Inko.

"Look, mommy!" Izuku turned to face his mother again, his eyes lighted with excitement as he looked at her staring, unblinking eyes. "Help is here-"

"Stop! That is the villain disguised as a boy!" A women's voice rang out in a warning.

Are they talking about me? Izuku thought, confused as to why the paramedics stopped rushing towards them. Without anytime to properly asses the situation, Izuku was lifted up from behind and taken away from his mother's body.

"H-Hey! W-What about my m-mommy?" When there was no response, Izuku started struggling. "L-Let me go!"

They were supposed to help his mommy. Why weren't they helping her?

Izuku started screaming and scratching as he tried to claw his way out of the unidentifiable confines he was in.

"Good try, villain, but you're not going to fool me this time." After hearing the girl's voice once again, Izuku blacked out with a quick hit to his back.

When he woke up, Izuku was laying down on a hard, uncomfortable bed. He tried to sit up only to find something pulling him down. Looking at his wrists, Izuku saw handcuffs tightly encase his bandaged wrist.

"You're awake. That's faster than I expected." A woman's voice peirced through the unsteady silence. Izuku was confused as he looked at the girl hero. Izuku recalled that her name was Lady Ore. With silver hair and gold eyes, her stare was unsettling.

"W-What's going on? Where's mommy?" Izuku asked hurriedly as he remembered how his mother needed to be fixed.

Lady Ore looked at him with an unamused expression and Izuku backed into the hard bed afraid of her glare.

"You are under arrest for theft and murder."