Two years later

Roughly twelve people floated inside tanks, wearing loose dress sort of uniforms and all had various scars on them. All were either captured heroes, or for one, a hero in training.

Kirishima's hair had darkened back to pitch black and was down to his shoulders, the tips a bleached brown color. His head was hung low, and he floated in a blue substance which kept him unconscious. Figures stood outside, and with a click of a button the tube started to drain.

"Of course. We'll dose him up and send him out." The man calmly spoke into a radio, without any hesitation. As soon as the liquid had drained from his head, Kirishima's eyes slowly flickered open with a dull tint to them. His body felt numb, and he didn't have much energy to fight as he was brought outside of the tube and had two bright needles jammed into his arm.

His vision flickered but the feeling was normal, and in a few minutes he was led to a room. By this time his quirk had been forced to activate and harden, and the blackhead regained his senses. He stood in a empty room with white walls, glass where people watched and controlled the simulation. Kirishima simply stood there, his head hung low as he was already defeated.

Poles poked out and shocked him or burned him, while the room shrunk smaller and smaller, to the point his head had started to hit the ceiling. His knees crumpled as the roof started to close down on him and blackness surrounded him. The electric currents make his quirk uncontrollably spike up and then drop down, continuing the cycle for a few minutes while he waited helplessly, numbed to the pain of it all. Today wasn't as bad as it could have been, and if anything the darkness helped keep his nerves down for it was like his eyes were shut and it all was a dream.

Two years, two years ago Bakagou had lost a person he considered a friend: Shitty Hair. His name sent a boil of rage through him, for him being weak and getting himself caught... or killed. The whole class had negative reactions about it, it was one of the happiest and joyful classmates that was friends with everyone. But they couldn't dwell on that anymore. He was gone. Or... so they thought.

At the time they were all hanging out in the dorms, only a few of the girls and boys in their rooms or sleeping. Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka and Sero were sitting on the couch, while Kamanari was looking over his phone.

There was a flash on the news about some missing people being found, the scene of them being evacuated playing while the people were covered up. Twenty found... Sixteen dead. The surviving four were unidentified due to the state they were in and the wounds covering them.

Izuku sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, before he changed it to some history channel on some sort of AllMight documentary. Much better.

Kirishima laid in a bright room, after a few hours of the first surgeries. His body was mostly bandages and he had many tubes attached to his arm. He had died twice but luckily been brought back from the dead, and since his blood was so mixed with chemicals it might not be possible to identify him. In the meantime, they were more focused on keeping him alive.

FEW DAYS LATER

Kirishima had started to regain consciousness, his face full as he stared up. 'Must be another test... I'm tired...' he thought to himself. Turning his head slowly, he noticed the tubes in his arms... and then glanced around the room. No one was inside. Lifting up an arm he hardened it once or twice, his vision distorted from the bright room and being used to darkness. 'What the hell did they do to me... my quirk is working still?' Kirishima glared towards the door, before at a clock besides his bed. It looked like an eight... so about that time in the morning, he couldn't tell.

Taking a sharp breath he had pushed himself up before pulling out the tubes, letting them fall to the ground. His body was bandaged from his flesh wounds, nothing was broken. The teenager quickly pushed himself up, his long black hair falling a bit over his face and down his back. Creeping towards the door while eyeing the walls as if it was a trap, he slowly unlocked it before letting it creek open. A tiny flicker of a smile grew on his face, and the pain was instinctively numbed out as he was used to it and adrenaline masked it. With a look back and forth, he confirmed it safe and started to quickly run down the halls.

It was only a few bends before he picked up the sounds of voices, and his hands flickered against the walls before he tucked away into a bathroom. Kirishima was like a wild animal trapped, no idea if anything was safe or not anymore. Two years, two years of imprisonment gave him plenty of time to question reality itself. When the noises faded away, he spung back out before exiting through a back door.

Naturally, the first thing he wanted to find was the police, a hero, anyone. Of course, he wasn't expecting for them to come to him, but a man with matted hair, hospital clothes and bandages didn't exactly scream normal. Bakagou and Kamanari were both on patrol together when they stumbled upon the freak show madman.

"O-oh, Bakagou? K-Kamanari?" Kirishima stuttered as they stopped before him, and he rubbed his eyes twice while the red pupils filled with joy. "Y-you gotta help me, they're coming!" The teenager added, grabbing Bakagou's shoulders and clinging on.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. I have no idea who the hell you are, or who's coming." Bakagou snarled before shoving the unfamiliar face away, his eyes rolling. Kamanari looked as confused as could be and glanced down at the person, rubbing his golden hair. Kirishima had stumbled back, trying to understand why he wasn't recognized before it hit him: He looked nothing the same to the known Red Riot. Taking a sharp breath, he shakily lifted his arm to try and spike his hair up but with no results as there was no gel to keep it in place. "Great, he's fucking insane." Bakagou growled before stepping towards Kirishima, sparks flickering off the tips of his fingers.

"D-dude, wait, it's me - K-Kiri-" He had started before a heated hand grabbed his wrists tightly, and snapped his head back down to meet his red gaze. A small threatening explosion from the hand off of him and raised up in the air made Kirishima stop his sentence to flinch back fearfully, his arm hardening and trying to move to protect his face. Bakagou had a flicker of surprisement go over his face before it faded away, and he mumbled some curses under his breath before turning his head to the side.

"Hey, hey, Bakagou? There's like four nurses who're coming this way..." Kamanari pointed out, his hand raising towards the medical people. Bakagou growled and let go of Kirishima, who froze up in fear towards them before moving to spring away. However, he couldn't get too far as one of the heroes had grabbed his hand, and a nurse quickly muttered something into the blackhead's ear that sent him into a deep and imminent sleep.