What everyone has been waiting for. Or is it?

His head was sluggish, and his mouth muddy and unkempt. Daisuke opened his eyes to a dark room, tied to a chair. Right in front of him was a door, but otherwise, the room was dull, barely the size of a small bathroom.

He blinked, trying to clear his eyes.

What the heck was going on? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was walking home from-

The purple mist.

He'd been abducted.

He swallowed the sudden fear that rose in his chest and tried to think like UA was trying to teach him to.

So, the villain had kidnapped him, either drugged him or used a quirk to put him to sleep, and now he didn't know where he was. Or how long he had been there.

Shit.

This was… nothing near to the scenarios UA had run through with them.

His heart sped.

Heroes were probably looking for him, though, right? Amajiki and the rest wouldn't let them not. Plus, his mother was meticulous in stuff like this. The police and heroes and everybody…

He flinched as the door swung open. A man stood there, immaculately dressed, though his body was a cloud of purple, which sort of defeated the purpose.

It was the villain who had taken him, Daisuke was sure. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to flare up his quirk. There wasn't a lot in the room, but even the tiniest thing would suffice.

His quirk sputtered.

Daisuke inhaled sharply. "The fuck did you do to my quirk?" He growled, something deeply terrifying rising inside him. He had had his quirk since he was four, and it was as much a part of him as his sense of sight. It was vital and beautiful and so natural-

(And Quirky didn't have this very thing, his mind reminded him.)

The man stared at him quietly, then walked forward and lay a hand on his shoulder. For the second time in as many hours that Daisuke remembered, he was engulfed in a purple fog that swallowed him whole.

A second later, his chair trembled as it was set down on the ground somewhere very different from where he had first awoken. It seemed the purple guy's quirk wasn't, in fact, drugs, but teleportation. That just changed everything he'd been thinking of.

Damn it.

Daisuke coughed, taking the chance to observe where he was.

The room was large and dark. There was a television at one end and at the other, there was a large… capsule?

Daisuke frowned. It was big enough for a human, but…

His eyes fell on the long pipes that protruded from the contraption, and his suspicions confirmed. He'd never heard of something like this, someone like this, but there was no other explanation because no one else would need so much life support. There was a person inside that capsule, and with his luck, it was a villain who was supposed to be dead.

"Hello, child," A disembodied voice greeted, and a shiver ran down Daisuke's spine.

There was a hiss, and the capsule opened with agonizing slowness. When it stopped, five seconds later – seconds that seemed almost an hour – a hand reached out, grabbing at the sides of the machine to pull itself out.

The man who exited it was tall, with an unrecognizable face covered with a dark mask that connected to what seemed to be a thick machine positioned around his neck. He was armorless, sightless.

But not powerless.

There was domination in his very presence that forced away motion from Daisuke's limbs, and even if he could have, he wouldn't have been able to move from his place.

"It is only polite to return my greetings," The man rebuked, the silkiness in his tenor so enticingly powerful and terrible at the same time.

Daisuke's mouth unfroze. "H-" He swallowed. He, for a second, had almost done what he had told him to do. Was this how the villain forced people to do his bidding? Did he have a coercion quirk? "You're a- a villain." He said.

The man cocked his head, but the disapproval oozed out of him. "I am. Yet you still do not do as I say." He sighed, turning to the teleporter. "This is what the heroes have turned today's generation into, Kurogiri," He remarked, then shifted back to Daisuke and raised a hand.

Daisuke screamed.

The man dropped his hand. "Hello, child," He said again.

Daisuke blinked back his tears. His nerves shrieked at him like he had screamed just a moment ago. The pain… he had never- "He- Hello," He said back, flinching even as the words dragged themselves out of his mouth.

The satisfaction that permeated the room left Daisuke nauseous.

"Very good," The man said. "I don't see why this has to be any more difficult," He pointed out. "Do you?"

Daisuke grit his teeth. The half of him that mouthed off in front of teachers and authority figures, the half of him that wanted to be a hero, yelled at him to scream at the man. Go out with a bang and try to take these villains with him.

The other half, the half which remembered his mother, his father, his friends, Quirky… that half demanded he give in.

Survive.

"…No," He answered softly, his nails biting into his palms and his mind raging against his heart.

The man laughed. "Not difficult at all," He agreed. "Take him back to his cell, Kurogiri. I shall speak to him again once the quirk I used fades."

Daisuke was, once again, swallowed by the purple mist.