Izuku Midoryia woke up with a start. He quickly surveyed where he was, soon realizing he was back in his bedroom, which was really only four white walls, a little green bed that he barely fit in, and a currently locked cabinet that contained all of Izuku's school materials.

It had been eight long years since Endeavor had somehow managed to gain custody over Izuku, claiming to be his "Godfather". Izuku had tried to tell the police officer through his stuttering nerves that his mother would never have given any legal guardianship over to that man , but the police paid him no mind. Afterall, who could be a better guardian than the number two hero? Why only All Might himself!

Everyday after that was hell.

It had started as soon as Izuku had gotten in the car with the flaming Hero.

"Listen well, boy," Endeavor had spat at him, "You belong to me now. That quirk of yours is mine to use. And I will be using it. I have worked too hard to surpass All Might to stop. Not now that I have the key to doing just that sitting right next to me." If Izuku had been scared during that trip to his new home, it paled nothing in comparison to when they finally did reach it.

Endeavor had wasted no time. As soon as the car had pulled up to the back of the house, he roughly grabbed Izuku's arm and pulled him out of the car. He dragged him through the side entrance and passed the many twists and turns of the house, and then down a staircase. Izuku quickly realized he was standing in what looked to be a training room. It had an open space with mats, a rack of weights, multiple different exercise tools, and even a punching bag that looked like it had seen better days.

Endeavor effortlessly tossed Izuku onto the mat floors.

"Now. Lets see that quirk."

For two weeks after that, everyday Endeavor would "train" with Izuku. Apparently, he had taken two months off of hero work in order to figure out how to use his quirk which had unexpectedly mutated (at least that's what he had told the Media).

What that really meant was that Endeavor would order Izuku to use his quirk on himself, and the hero would then spend the rest of the day working on controlling his newfound enhanced power.

It was during those two weeks that Izuku mastered control of his quirk out of necessity. Endeavor knew how much power Izuku could truly enhance based on that first day with the villain. If Izuku didn't repeat that much every time, he was encouraged to try harder.

What that really meant is Endeavor would beat up Izuku if he didn't use his quirk to the satisfaction of the flaming hero. He still had a scar from the day Izuku wasn't able to use his powers at all due to quirk exhaustion and the severe punishment he'd gotten the day before. But it was greatly overshadowed by the multitude of scars that came with the discovery Endeavor's doctor made.

Dr. Mori had been hired by Endeavor to try and figure out a way to use Izuku's quirk without him having to follow Endeavor everywhere when he went back to hero work. It was after those initial two weeks of training that he had been introduced to Izuku.

Dr. Mori was sadistic and cruel. He took joy in experimenting on Izuku to figure out how he ticked all the while talking like a giddy school boy about what he was doing. With the doctor came the introduction of the collar. It was something he was forced to wear at all times. It monitored his vitals, and would alert the guards if Izuku ever tried to leave his designated area (which he had tried to do on multiple occasions). It was also an additional way to punish Izuku during training with a built in shocking mechanism.

For Izuku his day was filled with two kinds of torture. One in the mornings from the flaming villain (he had stopped being a hero to Izuku during that second week) and one in the afternoon from the psychotic doctor.

With Dr. Mori, they learned that Izuku's quirk was held in his blood, which affected how much power he could give someone else. If he had lost a lot of blood that day, he would be unable to amplify other peoples quirks as much.

This led to the revelation that Izuku's blood was power. If someone ingested his blood, their quirk would be enhanced. The more you had, the more you quirk would be amplified. Although the cutoff of that power was one cup. The effects lasted three hours.

Endeavor had been ecstatic when Dr. Mori had made the discovery. He'd started taking two pint of Izuku's blood every morning to be used that day for Endeavors hero work. They'd found that his blood's power only worked the day of extraction from Izuku. Endeavor had a special support device made that Injected a cup of Izuku's blood directly into the flaming man's own blood stream at the push of a button. An easy way to power up without ever having to tip off anyone.

Thus became Izuku's life. Wake up at 3 AM in his bedroom and be forced to give two pints of blood. Have his cabinet unlocked and spend the rest of the morning and afternoon working on school work. Izuku was doing college level work by the time he'd turned ten. If there was time before Endeavor got home, work on his hero analysis notebook, which he kept hidden at all costs. Endeavor had made it very clear that Izuku wasn't a hero, or really a person, and he shouldn't even consider the thought. He was an asset to be used by those who were deserving.

Despite this, Izuku yearned to be a hero. He knew that society wasn't as kind as he had once thought it to be, but he wished to be able to save those who had been ridiculed and used like he had been and was.

Then when Endeavor got home, training with him where they tried different ways to use Izuku's quirk. After that, it was right back to his white room where he spent the rest of his day.

Izuku rarely got to go outside anymore. Once a week, Endeavor would take him to the outdoor training area, but never for more than an hour.

And so was Izuku's life for eight years. A routine of pain and isolation. The only reason Izuku didn't go crazy was the few online friends he had made when he was finally permitted a computer (one that was initially monitored by Endeavor, but Izuku had hacked his way through that along with the security cameras in his room) and all the research Izuku had done on how to survive situations like these.

Izuku had never lost his hope to be a hero. And he had secretly taught himself combat via the internet, although he wasn't sure how well he'd hold up against an actual opponent. He'd also greatly improved his analytical mind. At first it had been so he could more adeptly analyze the heroes he saw in an occasional hero video, but then he'd noticed how Endeavor rubbed his arms lightly on the way out after a more intense training day, and Izuku had delved into ways to spot and exploit weaknesses. To top it all off, his analytic notebooks were written in code, so if one was ever discovered, it would take a lot of time to know what it said.

Izuku had developed a deep hatred for Endeavor. Who wouldn't? He constantly put him through pain in order to fan the flames of his greed to be the all powerful number one hero. The unfortunate thing was; it was succeeding. The year Endeavor had started using Izuku's blood for hero work, was the year he made it to the number one spot. It hurt Izuku to know that it was partially his fault for that villain to be able to overtake his favorite hero All Might.

And oh, how Izuku longed to tell someone of what Endeavor was doing to him and how he was number one through illegal activity. He'd tried once.

When Izuku was twelve he'd managed to hack into the collar that rested around his neck and get it to unlock. He'd left it on the floor and escaped out the nearby window. Izuku had made it all the way to the police station. He'd tried to tell one of the officers that his guardian was abusive and using him for his quirk, but as soon as they'd looked up who it was, they'd laughed at him and called the emergency contact listed on his file. He'd been dragged home that day by the burning flesh of his arm.

That night Izuku had the worst beating of his short life and a chain was added to Izuku's room. The chain connected to the collar that was reattached around his neck and allowed him to walk the expanse of his room, but put him just out of reach of the door. Through a stroke of luck they hadn't figured out that it had been Izuku who had disabled the collar and that it wasn't just a glitch that needed to be fixed. Izuku imagined the punishment would have been much worse if they had.

Izuku hadn't tried to escape after that. If the police didn't believe him, who would?

The chain rattled slightly, bringing Izuku out of his reminiscing. It was late. Endeavor should have been back by now to start training with Izuku. As if Izuku's thoughts had summoned him, the door was harshly pulled open. The flaming villain made quick work on the chain attaching him to the wall, and grabbing Izuku's bruised arm that never seemed to fully heal, dragged him up the stairs.

This was a surprise. In all of the eight years Izuku had been here, he'd only been up the stairs a few times. The doctor's lab and training room were all in the basement. Izuku kept his face neutral, he'd learned not to show such weaknesses as emotion in front of one who would punish him for it. (Not that Izuku really thought emotions were weak, but that is what Endeavor insisted).

Endeavor dragged him down a hallway Izuku did not recognize and was unceremoniously pushed inside a room. He heard the door slam shut behind him. Izuku looked around frantically. He was in what seemed to be a different training room, but much larger than the one he was used to. The rattling of chains halted his thoughts. Izuku cautiously turned towards the sound, paling automatically. Endeavor was carefully pulling out what looked to be a long chain and muzzle from a box.

Izuku was familiar with the muzzle. It prevented him from being able to scream. Endeavor used it once in a while for a particularly severe training session or punishment. Dr. Mori also liked to use it on occasion when he didn't want to hear Izuku's screams, but that wasn't often. That phycopath laughed in joy when Izuku screamed.

As Endeavor stepped closer to him, Izuku's mind started racing while his body was frozen in his spot. Had he done something wrong? He was pretty sure hadn't screamed at all this week. Was he being punished? What for? Had they found out he'd been hacking the video feed in his room?

Endeavor made quick work of the muzzle, quickly attaching it around Izuku's face and the chain followed right after, clicking into place around the collar Izuku wore, the other end being dragged by Endeavor to attach on the far wall. Izuku did nothing to fight him. He'd learned his lesson after the first few hundred times.

"Stay. Don't move. I'll be back," Endeavor ordered him, and walked out the room.

Izuku sank to his knees, hugging them to his chest. He didn't know what was happening or why he was in this new palace. He refused to cry. After what felt like hours, but could really have only been a few minutes, the door slammed open once again.

In walked a young teenager who looked to be around Izuku's age. He had red and white hair and a blank expression on his face. When he noticed Izuku he stopped short, eyes flashing in surprise. Endeavor walked in behind the other boy, placing his hand on the teen's shoulder.

"Shouto. It's time to start increasing your training."