Hey guys this is my first story, I hope you enjoy.

*! These Characters are not mine and belong to My Hero Academia !*

Izuku was careful as he removed the jacket of his uniform, his shoulder still sore from Kacchan's grip. 'Great,' he thought as he looked at the singed fabric, 'mom has to buy me another jacket again.' He wrapped the ruined article around his notebook, which was currently soaked from the pond. Like the garment it too was burned and was a little nibbled by the fish. Izuku let out a sigh as he headed back inside the school, he didn't feel like eating in the cafeteria today, so he took his lunch to the roof.

He did this often nowadays. The more Kacchan bullied him the more he wanted to hide, and he found the view from the roof to be an escape. The best view was from the left edge where there was a perfect lip to sit on.

Today, as he looked out at the city, he thought about what Kacchan said. It hurt him to hear that Kacchan wanted him dead. He knew Kacchan didn't really mean it, but it still hurt. He couldn't help but decide that Kacchan wasn't thinking when he said that. 'Oh, Kacchan. If I were to jump you would be seen as an accessory to it. It would go on your record and could prevent you from going to UA, plus despite what you say, I know you would miss me. I know you.'

The boys were childhood friends. Izuku had grown up with Katsuki and knew that the boy only acted tough, and that he always had a reason for everything. Despite that his friend is now his tormentor, Izuku still trusted Kacchan.

While Izuku was wrapped in his thoughts about Kacchan, he didn't notice that he was no longer alone. He didn't know the boy who was now across from him, only that he hung around Kacchan a lot.

"What do you want?" asked Izuku.

The boy's face grew angry, "For you to submit, you quirkless loser," he spat. "You only back down when its Bakugou. What did he do to make you fear him? You do whatever he says without resistance, but if anyone else comes to you, you feel like you're allowed to fight back."

"I am allowed to fight back. I'm not a dog who has to do your bidding. Just because I'm quirkless doesn't mean I'm beneath you." Izuku stated, now slightly irritated.

"See. Exactly what I am trying to say. You believe you can stand your ground, well," the boy used his quirk to stretch his fingers and grab Izuku's shirt. "I just have to find a way to make you fear me. What does Bakugou do? Oh, I remember that he often threatens your life. Let's try that." He pushed his fingers farther, forcing Izuku to the edge of the roof. Slowly he lifts his fingers and shrinks them down one by one.

Izuku's face paled as he realized what was going on. He quickly grabbed the last remaining finger. "Oh, so now you are scared!" The bully cried.

"Yes! I am scared. Now please let me back up and you can beat me as much as you want." Izuku tightened his grip in fear.

"While I love this new change of attitude, and the fact that you are begging me, I wish you wouldn't touch me with your disgusting quirkless hands." With that he yanked his finger back, letting Izuku drop.

Bakugou hated math class. It wasn't because the work was hard, but that the work was too easy. Everyday he would finish the assignment in a few minutes and then spend the next hour bored out of his mind. Today, he was thinking about Deku. That stupid Nerd! Although, lately, Bakugou believed that he was the stupid one. He had gone too far today. His friends had made a few stupid comments about him getting soft. Like a dumbass, he had panicked, and the words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He had meant to apologize at lunch, but he couldn't find the shitty nerd anywhere.

It was kind of the nerd's fault too though. He was the one who wanted to get himself killed being a hero. If he had wanted to do anything else Katsuki could have supported him, but no. He had a death wish and a delusional dream of being a quirkless hero.

With a sigh Bakugou turned his attention to the window. Outside he saw the wind blowing through the trees, a squirrel running across a branch, Deku falling, the clou- Wait! Deku falling! Bakugou jumped from his seat and out the door. He was sprinting and almost knocked over one of his friends, the one who could stretch his fingers.

"Woah! Calm down Bakugou."

"Move Extra!" Pushing him out of the way he dashed to the stairs, almost falling down them.

He was panicking. This was Bakugou's fault. He never thought that the nerd would take his advice, he was too determined to be a hero to take his life. But here they were. Tears fell from Bakugou's eyes without permission, but he kept sprinting. "That damn nerd better still be alive."

He was outside about to turn the corner. He was prepared to find Deku's body but felt immense relief when it wasn't there. He was glad that he didn't find the nerd dead but began to panic again when he couldn't find Deku anywhere. He'd expected to find blood but instead there was green sludge splattered around where Deku would have landed.

Slowly, Bakugou took deep breaths and calmed his heart rate. Deku wasn't dead. The nerd was alive, and probably wanted to be alone. While he was worried, Bakugou rationalized that he was probably the last person Deku wanted to see right now. The nerd would come back eventually.

After calming down, for a few more minutes, Bakugou made his way back to class. He'd have to think of an explanation to give his teacher on why he ran out.

Izuku didn't scream while he was falling. He didn't see the point. No one could reach the bottom in time to catch him. He wasn't panicked either; this wasn't the first time he'd been close to death multiple times in the past. This was no different. His bullies went too far sometimes, and he had to borrow materials from the nurse. This time though, death was inevitable, there was no fix. No crazy solution that could save him.

There was a funny thought that popped into his head though. Kacchan beat him the most but was always the one who hurt him the least. He avoided sensitive areas and places that would cause serious harm. Izuku closed his eyes and smiled at the thought that Kacchan cared.

Soon after, he hit . . . but . . . it wasn't what he thought. It wasn't hard, it was soft, and . . . slimy. Izuku opened his eyes and saw that he was already half sunk in . . . green sludge? Not only that, but the sludge was moving; Izuku saw buildings passing by.

"What good luck," a voice said, "a skin suit falling from the sky. You're my hero, boy."

Suddenly, the sludge began to crawl into Izuku's mouth. Izuku's eyes widened as he choked. He tried to scream but it was muffled. Tears began to fall from his eyes as pain burst through his lungs.

Izuku's vision began to fade away as he heard the voice say, "Not much longer. Thank you, boy." More tears streamed down as Izuku's vision became dark.

Kurogiri was taking a walk. Shigaraki was acting like a spoiled brat again, complaining about how he wants to test his new nomu out on All Might. Of course, master said no, since Shigaraki didn't have a plan besides to just show up. Currently he was throwing a tantrum at the bar.

Kurogiri sighed and continued his walk. How did he get roped into babysitting? He doesn't remember his life before the League of Villains. The only family he knows is Master and Shigaraki. Honestly, he eagerly awaited their next recruit. He didn't care who it was as long as they weren't as childish as Shigaraki.

Lost in his thoughts Kurogiri didn't realize how far he had walked until he saw a school. Stopping his motion, he took his time to survey his surroundings. The school he had noticed earlier was a middle school, and he was in a district far from the bar. When did he walk that far?

He was looking at the school when he saw movement on the roof. Instantly he teleported there, out of curiosity. He made sure to stay in the shadows, and neither boy noticed him as they were to busy watching each other. The taller boy looked like a predator, and he was approaching the one near the edge as if the boy were his prey.

Kurogiri listened to the conversation. He'd devised that the green haired boy was quirkless and that the other on was jealous that another kid named Bakugou was able to scare this boy when he couldn't. Kurogiri wanted to say that he didn't miss middle school, but to be honest, he couldn't remember middle school.

Turning his attention back to the kids he saw that the long fingered one was holding the greenette by the collar, over the edge. By the look on the bully's face, Kurogiri knew that he wasn't going to bring the greenette back up, despite his pleas. Kurogiri watched, disgusted, as the bully dropped the boy. He was sickened by the proud smile that shined on the boy's face as he re-entered the school.

As soon as the kid was gone, Kurogiri looked over the edge. He set a mental marker of the height in which he would open the portal. As the greenette neared the mark, Kurogiri prepared himself to open the portal, but the kid never made it to the marker. Before hitting the mark, the boy was swallowed by green sludge. Kurogiri immediately recognized the villain, Sewer. Kurogiri watched as the kid was swept away. He would most likely not survive the encounter, as he was more likely to be used as what Sewer called a "Skin Suit," even though he had no quirk.

Kurogiri felt pity for the poor boy, but his attention was dragged to a screaming blonde. The boy was frantically sprinting. Screaming, "I'm sorry" repeatedly, probably unaware of the fact that he was doing so.

Uninterested, Kurogiri turned away from the middle-schooler and saw that the quirkless boy's things were still on the roof. Ignoring the bright, yellow backpack, his curiosity was focused on a bundle of burned fabric. The boy had been holding it, only dropping it when the other boy grabbed him. Gently picking up the bundle Kurogiri unwrapped the fabric to find a damp notebook that was singed. The common theme told him that the greenette was often bullied by a kid with a fire related quirk.

Opening the book, Kurogiri began to read the notes and was finding himself impressed. The greenette's analysis skills on the strengths and weaknesses of quirks was astounding. Plus, he had somehow found the hero's real names.

This kid may not have a quirk, but he is more than extraordinary. Kurogiri feared the day he becomes a hero. Suddenly, an idea clicked in his head. This kid has been bullied, most likely, his entire life and it's not a stretch to conclude that no one believes in this kid and his dreams. He should be easy to accept into the league of villains.

Knowing he needed to work quickly to get permission to save the boy, Kurogiri grabbed all the discarded items and jumped through a portal back to the bar.

Hey guys! Because this is my first story, I have no idea if my writing style works. I would love feedback. Let me know if it's too many perspectives or if there is a specific perspective you want to see.

Is this chapter too long? Too short? I thought about four of five perspectives each chapter was a good idea.

Thank you for reading.