Izuku hit the ground shocked. He moved onto his back slowly. "Holy shit..." Izuku mumbled.
"Yeah, I know." Rose Killer said, his smile unwavering and easily shown in his voice.
"Rose? Did all those people you-... WE killed... did they all try to attack me?" Izuku asked.
"That's my name now. I like it. I mean, it's catchy, short, and it's good. And it al-" The Rose Killer started.
"Get to the point!" Izuku snapped out.
"Jeez, Fine. You're no foreplay, all climax. Must be a wonder with the ladies..." Rose said mockingly before replying to Izuku's question. "Of course they didn't. That's been too many people to attack one person in three months. Only two attacked you. The other four were attacking others. Whether it be rape, murder, kidnapping, etc." Rose said while fiddling with a dagger of shadow.
"So... how come you have three quirks, while I have none?" Izuku asked Rose.
"Well, your body has the quirks, and it's really only one. I'm just using them. I'm in control of them. Could let you use them if I want." Rose said, hesitant.
"How?" Izuku asked, desperate for the quirks locked inside of him.
"It'll hurt and it'll still take a bit." Rose said.
"Do it." Izuku said. Rose simply sighed before gesturing to Izuku's bed. Izuku got up and went to the bed. When he sat down, Rose placed his hand on Izuku's forehead. Izuku's forehead became warmer and warmer, hotter and hotter. Like he was inching closer and closer to a raging bonfire. Izuku tried leaning back but Rose put his other hand on the back of Izuku's head forcing him into the heat. It's burning hot now. Izuku starts to scratch at Rose's hand, groaning through gritted teeth. Rose pushes Izuku down to make him lie down on his bed. Izuku's eyes were clenched shut, his upper torso halfway off the bed. Izuku's grip on Rose's hand lessened slowly before falling at his side. At the same time, Izuku's clenched eyes relaxed. Rose pulled his hands away as he watched Izuku shoulder that was off the bed slowly drag Izuku down. He flipped off the bed and his feet clattered with the floor.
"Damn kid." Rose said. Midoriya Inko peeked her head in and saw Izuku lying on the floor unconscious. "You made too much fucking noise." Rose commented.
Later, at the hospital.
Izuku could only hear the voices of his mother and doctor sitting at his bed side.
"Is he gonna be okay?!" He recognized that voice. It belonged to his mother. He heard another unknown voice. They were muttering under their breath.
"D-O-My Ass..." said the voice. It was a man's voice low and confident, yet annoyed and tired. "Get me 2CCs of endorphomine!" The voice started distorting deeper and deeper.
"He seems to have gone into...~" another voice started to say before it distorted into nothingness. Just low murmurs, too deep to understand. That's when Rose's voice rang out.
"Hey... can you hear me?" Said the serial killer/vigilante, his voice echoing through the blank space. Suddenly, Izuku found himself in a white void. He looked around.
"R-Rose!?" Izuku shouted. It echoed throughout the expansive void of bright white.
"Good, you're here. Listen, you're stuck in a comatose state until you face the origins of each quirk." Rose explained quickly.
"The origins?" Izuku asked, curiously.
"The origins. Your philosophy, your creativity, and... your pain." Rose said. "Now hurry."
Izuku looked around. He saw nothing but white void. As he turned around, he saw three doors in a row. One door was a wooden door with a ton a scratches in the door. The scratches resembled stars and crowns, poems and hearts, heroes and villains and vigilantes. It was as if the margins of someone's notes was a door. The one next to it was a rusting metal door with chains on it. There was bloody hand print on it. The one next to that door was one that looked like it belonged to a college professor. There was a glass window with gold text on it. It read 'Midoiya Izuku' and below that in a slightly smaller font 'Philosophy Prof.' Izuku went to the door with the glass window and knocked on it.
"Come in." Said a voice behind the door. It was calm and collected, wise and knowledgeable. Izuku opened the door and walked in. On the other side of the door was a large lecture room with a desk at the front. At the desk was... himself. The one at his desk was wearing black sweatpants, a black T-shirt with a design saying 'shut up', and no shoes. "I knew you'd be coming here. Rose told me in advance. Don't think he got to the others, so watch out. They're a bit... 'eccentric.'" Said the man.
"Oh... I was told to see you, sir?" Izuku asked. The man had no power of Izuku but Izuku showed respect anyway.
"Please, call me Logan." The man said. Izuku nodded.
"Do you have any questions for me?" Izuku asked.
"A few." Logan said. He gestured to a seat near the desk. Izuku sat down in it and Logan sat in the desk chair that had wheels and, more importantly, could spin if you were feeling childish. Izuku's was the opposite. Hard, wooden, no wheels, it was as if the chair were designed to seat a person about to be a torture victim. Izuku tried to get comfortable in the chair by placing his arms on the hard, wooden arm rests. It didn't help, but he kept them there. "And until you answer them and I understand you properly..." Logan started. Suddenly, iron metal straps went over Izuku's wrists and ankles, locking the green headed boy in the chair.
"You will not leave."