A/N- Hello everyone this is my first story so bear with it for a while till I get better at writing. I hope you enjoy it.
Also, please review and give your thoughts, I want to know how to make this story better in any way shape, or form. I have rewritten chapters 1-35 because I didn't like them, so see how you like them.
Martyr- Someone who is killed for their ideals or beliefs, or someone who is suffering constantly due to their beliefs.
Izuku Midoriya, the quirkless kid who suffered from relentless bullying, had one thing many people didn't have. He had a heart of gold; one could say that if he ever became a hero then he would be an inspiration to most.
However, the brighter the light of virtue is the darker the shadow of iniquity is. Within the principle of justice, there is a great rage waiting to be let out. All it takes to let that rage leak out and consume someone is to lose hope.
Izuku's worldview and his mental plane would change on the day he awakened a dormant part of himself, that was dormant for a reason. The day he met his idol, the one man who inspired him to be a hero was responsible for unleashing an inner demon that never should have been let loose, which would bring about Izuku's newfound suffering.
That man stands in front of Izuku. The huge mass of muscle that had one of the biggest smiles ever-All Might-is telling a child to be realistic and unknowingly letting the child's repressed emotions leak out and begin to consume him.
"I'm sorry, but without a quirk becoming a hero is practically impossible. You need to be realistic, maybe try becoming a police officer or villain containment specialist. There is admirable work in those fields." All Might said calmly yet sorrowfully, "I hate to do this but I have to leave now."
As he jumped off to God knows where he leaves a destroyed teen with a small fragile body. A teen that had an innocent face with freckles forming the shape of a diamond. A teen with an enchanting pair of emerald green eyes and bushy hair. He looked down at the floor, making no movements or sounds. The only thing heard is the soft dropping sound of tears hitting the hard rooftop floor.
Izuku shifts his attention to his burned hero analysis book, the only emotion he can feel is sadness and despair, he had finally lost hope, and the crack in his emotional dam started to spread. And from that crack, he would feel the small amount of a foreign feeling and it would lead him to throw the charred and burned notebook as far as his arms would allow. He screamed in a fit of anger, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE!"
He kneeled on the floor, banging his fist onto the concrete floor in frustration while tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Then the sobs started to come, he ignored the sudden charge of intense emotion and instead just vented his pent-up frustrations through tears.
"Why am I always the one suffering!? What did I do to deserve this!? All I wanted to be was a hero to help people!" Izuku wiped away some tears as his dream was denied. He suffered for so long wanting nothing more than to be a hero to help people. But he was turned away at every turn and abused by people he thought were his friends.
"What do I do now, suffer more? No one is coming to help me and no one ever will come. All because I'm weak and useless. I really am a Deku, and the only person I can count on is myself." Izuku got up defeated and noticed his hands were scraped heavily after slamming his fists into the floor.
But he didn't care, he instead looked at his hands more, wondering what in the world made him want to do that. But it was too late to be thinking about that, the only thought in his head was about how depressing this all was and how he had finally lost hope.
'Maybe I should just take Bakugo's advice, killing myself will end the suffering that I never deserved in the first place.'
He descended the stairs of the building with more tears threatening to fall from his eyes, "All I wanted was to help people, why does that make me the bad guy, if they're so good at helping people then why don't they try."
He calmly walked back onto the street, but his thoughts were in an enormous mess. 'I can't be a hero, he said I can't be anything, I can't do anything. Then that means I am a Deku.' Izuku came to his conclusion which centered on him being nothing. His thoughts got darker and darker until it resembles a black hole that sucked in all hope surrounding it. But a light suddenly exploded into view in his thoughts, he resisted the urge to descend deeper into the bleak darkness; a flame of something appeared in his thoughts, he felt the exact same intense emotion begin to surface again in his head and body, but it faded just as fast as it appeared.
He resolved himself and brought his thoughts out of the dark hole forming in his head. His resolve showed in his mind 'No, no, no, NO, I will show them all that I can be something and make something of myself! I will help people they never bother to help! I will no longer be a Deku!' His resolve came back, supported by the unfamiliar emotion he was feeling. His thoughts were unknowingly and subconsciously now driven by the flame of rage, anger, hate, and spite.
A mixture of determination, confidence, and ambition shot through him mixing with his resolve. He had regained his goal, and he was going to be a hero, but he was going to save more people than any other hero ever has. They never saved him so now he was going to save the people they didn't want to save.
But as his goals shifted to favoring the role of being a savior he felt a small amount of that unfamiliar emotion again, and it made him want to save people even more. It fueled his resolve and determination and made him push on to reach the end goal by any means necessary.
"I don't care who gets in my way! I will show them all that I'm not useless! I will prove to them all that I am stronger than them and not weak! I'll save anyone I can!" He mentally laughed at his declaration, he suffered for so long due to his beliefs, it was like he was a messed-up martyr hellbent on showing everyone how wrong they were. He also chuckled at how he was the one who wanted to remove some suffering from the world by taking his pain and suffering and using it to rid the world of other negativities.
That strange emotion left again, and he noticed it only showed up when he reflected on his goals and had thoughts about proving everyone wrong and besting them, but he shrugged it off since he didn't see a problem with it. He decided to take the long route home. Thinking that it would be better, it did give him time to understand these thoughts and this newfound emotion that had rooted itself in his very being. 'Have I always had this emotion in me…what's the point of questioning it, it's there now.' But deep down and subconsciously he knew these feelings were always there, he just didn't want to admit it to himself.
All his years of suffering at the hands of others simply due to his dreams and ideals have caused these emotions to surface. These feelings were always within him just buried under many, many layers of denial and memory repression. And he never even questioned it since all he cared about was helping others.
But today was the final straw and all his hate and rage towards the world and other people finally showed itself to him. He couldn't name these emotions because he never felt them before, but now that they had begun to surface, he was going to use them to be a hero, he was going to save people and help them. He didn't care what it took or how much more suffering he was going to have to go through because of these emotions, he will be a hero!
There was a fire in his eyes and it was accompanied by unknown emotions, unannounced to him his fire was ignited by the spark of rage and hate that existed in him refused to calm down, instead, it grew by the second. Making him more determined, but unknown to him he let the emotions seep into him further.
He walked and walked until he stumbled into a bad area of town. He happened to come across a group of thugs. He averted his eyes and tried to not make himself known to them. Unfortunately, he failed at that task and the thugs eyed him and started to make their way over to him. He thought he should run away, and he was getting ready to run away at full speed.
He walked faster and averted his eyes as he began to sweat a little due to his nervousness. Unfortunately for Izuku, he looked like easy prey for the thugs so the group began to approach him. He tried to get out of there but one of the thugs caught him and held him in place by his shoulder.
"Hey man, how you doing, me and my friends here are wondering if you can…donate…to our cause." The thug said as he held his hand in his pocket gripping something.
"I-I-I'm sorry, b-b-but I d-don't have a-any money to s-spare." The other thugs made it over and looked at Izuku with predatory eyes.
"Aw don't be like that, I'm sure you can give us something." Another thug said staring at Izuku with ill intent, Izuku was sweating bullets, but unexpectedly that strange new feeling was telling his mind to just run away. But every instinct in him was telling him not to do that because something bad could happen. His mind was made up for him by the thugs though.
Izuku was taking too long to respond and one of the thugs was getting frustrated so he slapped Izuku. "Hey anyone home? We asked if you had anything for us?" Izuku just took the slap as he was thrown off balance and now on the floor with his hands and knees.
Tears started to come to his eyes, but strangely Izuku felt calm and not scared anymore, and he knew why, that new feeling was affecting him mentally, but he wasn't going to question it since it was a blessing right now. With a clear mind, he finally built up the confidence to act.
He bolted down the road. The thugs quickly followed since they wanted money. Izuku managed to outpace them with his feeble body, but due to his clear head, he was able to think while running away.
'I'm running away? I'm running away to save myself? This is the first time I've ever done this…why does it feel so good to finally be the one with the upper hand!'
Izuku had duped the thugs by running around the block and sprinting past corners, he didn't notice the grin on his face as he ran from them. He did notice that once he stopped, the adrenaline rush he had gotten wore off and he was sore and tired as hell.
"Ow, I need to get in shape, this fucking hurts." Izuku's eyes shot open, he's never used the word 'fuck' before, he knew what it is but he's never actually used it. He felt a little guilty about it but decided he should stop using it since it didn't feel right to. He slowly walked back to his home since his body hurt.
Once he made it home and made sure his mom wasn't home, he went to his room and reflected on the day and the new emotions he felt in himself. Relaxing a bit, he found the new feeling in him again but it disappeared again. But he didn't mind, it flared up when he needed it to.
As he relaxed he thought about everything that happened with those thugs, but he was hyper-focused on how free he felt as he ran, almost like his mind was no longer holding him down. He felt more confident and comfortable in his skin when the foreign feeling rose in him. Almost like the burst of emotions forced his mentality to spontaneously change into something else.
'I like that feeling, it comes and goes, I wonder what will happen with it in the future? Does All Might feel like this?' His train of thought was stopped at the thought of All Might, the mention of his name filled him with that feeling again, but this time it felt sharper, almost like the thought of All Might amplified it, so he tried to dissect his mind to find out why.
'All Might thought of me as weak, if anyone can be a hero then why can't I be one too? That's what I always thought, what a load of lies. Everyone thinks I'm weak, even All Might, and I suffered for it. Well, I'll prove them all wrong and then show them all that I can be a stronger hero than anyone else!'
His thoughts then focused on a singular idea, the idea of becoming stronger to save people. A smile formed on his face as the strange emotion led him in the direction to get stronger. He'll get so strong no one could stop him from becoming a hero and saving anyone.
Izuku got to work on researching exercises, diet plans, programs, and anything that will make him stronger than he already is. But he stopped himself when he noticed all the All Might merchandise in his room. All of the fanfare filled him with that sharp sensation again, so he breathed deeply and calmed down as best he could so he could focus but the sight still annoyed him.
It annoyed him…which was weird for him, he loved All Might, but now the sight of the man made him too annoyed to even think about touching the merchandise, he proceeded to take it all down so he could focus, and there was another reason, he figured his journey to be a savior hero would need money, and he had none of it. So, he began to see how much money he could make by selling the stuff that lay in front of him by selling it online.
When Inko Midoriya got home she noticed that her son was home, she then went to go and check on him. When she opened the door, she was shocked, to say the least. She saw her son taking down and storing all his All Might stuff and appraising most of it. She decided to speak up.
"Umm Izuku what are you doing with all of your All Might stuff?" She asked concerned, "I thought you loved all that stuff?"
"Oh, hey mom, I didn't see you there. I'm just taking down and storing all of my All Might stuff, I'm not a kid anymore so I don't need it." Izuku casually replied trying to hide his rising annoyance at the merchandise.
That answer shocked Inko, along with this sudden change of her son. She noticed that his stutter is gone now and he carries himself in a different way, a more confident way. She wonders what could have happened to force her son to begin to change into this. "Oh, okay well if you want help then just ask, and what would you like for dinner?".
"Thank you for the offer, and katsudon would be nice if you don't mind making it," Izuku responded.
"Okay, then I will get right onto making it."
"Alright, thanks bye."
Inko took note of the new person her son had started to transform into. Wondering one last time what could have done this sort of thing to her son she had to stop her thoughts. She went off to make the food and decided that at the dinner table she would talk to her son. Some time passed and they both sat down to eat dinner, while they ate Inko got her chance to talk.
"So Izuku did anything happen today? I saw that you were taking down your All Might stuff?" Inko noticed how Izuku looked down at the mention of All Might, so she spoke up. "Izuku what happened today?"
"Well…I finally found the determination I need to be a hero; it just came to me so now I need to work hard." Inko looked shocked, her son had changed, he never actually prepared to be a hero but now he was, "Now I'm going to focus my time on improving myself and doing other training things."
Izuku purposely left out the part that he was annoyed at his weakness and those who thought he was weak. He wanted to prove them all wrong and become strong. He'll become strong by himself and save many people with his own power. He had a shift in mindset today, he was given a new goal of saving as many people as he can, and now he's going to take that goal and represent it.
Later that night Izuku began making a list of the exercises he will need to do to become stronger. The exercises he listed and organized made him realize just how hard he would have to push himself to succeed. He was far behind everyone physically speaking so he needed to push his body all the time and accept some of the risks that come with that decision.
He made a diet plan and found all the materials he would need to buy to make his goal a reality. He proceeded to put all his All Might stuff up for sale, so he could make the money he needed. "I don't care about how hard I have to train or what I have to do. I will show them all that they were wrong about me! And I will save anyone who needs saving"
[2 WEEKS PASS]
It has been two weeks since Izuku decided to change the way he thinks, he's sort of abandoned the goal of becoming the strongest, all he wants is to save people and he just needed to be strong enough to do that. Izuku had gained a small amount of muscle and it was starting to become clear just how much he pushed himself for his goal.
He had asked his mom to stick to the diet plan he made for himself, which she had no objection to. Almost all of his All Might stuff was sold, which he was surprised at how fast the things sold and for how much they sold for, but hey money is money so he didn't care as long as he got rid of the source of the ever-growing annoying feeling in him.
Izuku also made it an objective to have an intellectual edge over most people, he realized a week ago his body isn't going to cut it most of the time, so he began trying to learn as much as he could in chemistry and physics, and other knowledgeable fields to make himself some support gear to have an advantage in his hero work. He didn't know if science fields would help but he figured it's a good start for entering design and engineering.
He continued to analyze quirks and find their weaknesses and strengths and ways to improve them since it was like a hobby to him and it would come in handy at some point. He even began looking at villains since it was a good improvement, but strangely as time passed that foreign feeling grew to be slightly more intense when he spent time looking at villains or heroes.
At school, he was still bullied but instead of reacting he just kept his reactions and growing annoyance towards his abusers hidden as best he could, he was disappointed in himself since he wanted to know how at one point in his life he called these jerks 'friends'. The only thing school did for him was annoy him more, his foreign feelings were growing by the day, and they spiked when he laid eyes on Bakugo. He needed to cool off so he opted for long walks around the area, he didn't care where the walks took place just as long as he walked.
Now feeling ever so slightly confident in himself he started to go to more dangerous areas when walking to and from school. He found that seeing new quirks all the time helped his analytical skills, so he kept at it. He ran when he needed to but he never understood why he subconsciously put a grin on his face when he got into the smallest of confrontations.
As he walked, he came to slightly dislike those who had powerful quirks, it was strength he didn't have and they flaunted that strength in the form of abuse and inflicting pain on others. He saw people discriminated against for their quirks simply because they were weak. Those were people he could sympathize with because he was weak too so he knew how they felt.
On all of his walks, he found himself getting angry at the people who hurt others because they were weak. He saw himself in their shoes and it filled him with even more mood-shifting annoyance.
'Why is it always the weak getting trampled on, why do we get kicked around, the weak are always the ones suffering for what we believe in, all we want to do is help but they prevent us from doing that. This is so unfair!'
It certainly was an odd thought but he wasn't exactly opposed to it. Sure, he still wanted to prove to everyone he was strong enough to save others but now he wanted to show everyone that the weak can be strong in more than one way, he was about to learn how hard that was going to be though.
Later in the week on one of his walks home, Izuku came across a man who wasn't right in the head or was on something. Izuku tried to meekly go around the man, but he kept getting in the way, which inevitably led to a confrontation.
"Hey kid what are you doing here on this street, you don't belong here, now get going." The man slurred his words. Izuku slightly cautious and annoyed at this said.
"I-I was on my way home, b-but then I was stopped by you." Izuku cursed himself for letting his stutter out but nothing he can do about it now.
"I don't care what you're doing here, you're here now so now it's time for you to pay up." The drunk got in Izuku's way and Izuku could feel his annoyance rise which fed to his emotions.
"Look just leave me alone." Izuku's meekness and stutter were gone now that the weird feeling was back and rising. Izuku tried to pass the guy but his arm shot out and blocked Izuku.
"I didn't say you could leave!" That weird feeling Izuku had risen higher and it took control.
"Fuck off you drunk!" Izuku was taken aback by what he said, he never intended to do that, he was about to apologize for his mistake, but the man was having none of it. "I'm so sorr—"
"What did you say you stupid little brat! Do I need to teach you to not say that kind of shit to your elders?" The man said more angrily.
"No, of course not sir," Izuku tied to apologize while eyeing the man with a sincere look, but it didn't work on this drunk.
"Oh, then I guess I need to take you back to school!" The drunk man said having none of it and disregarding Izuku's words.
What followed was the man sending off an air blast and hitting Izuku square in the chest, unfortunately, the air blast had the man's smell in it and Izuku could smell the ungodly amount of alcohol this guy drank. Izuku internally yelled at himself, 'Why did I do that?! I don't know how to fight and this guy clearly is drunk enough to ignore my apology and now he's attacking a kid!' Izuku got up, ready to run but was stopped by the man sending another air blast at him.
Izuku barely dodged and began to think about what to do, 'I can't get away with him using ranged attacks, and it looks like his quirk allows him to condense air and send it towards a target, does he have to be stationary for that?' Izuku tried to think about how to handle this but the man quickly closed the gap between them and punched Izuku in the head.
Izuku, on the ground, was in pain as he grabbed his head, but the man came back and proceeded to kick him in his gut and the chest. Izuku yelped in pain and nearly threw up on the man. He tried to stand but was kicked in the side and was pushed over onto the ground again.
A serious beating was given to Izuku in a short amount of time. Three minutes passed till the man decided he had enough and wandered off somewhere else. Izuku felt like he could barely move, thankfully it felt like nothing was broken. But he was covered in bruises and was bleeding from some cuts he got.
Izuku stood up and was a bloody and bruised mess, tears welled up in his eyes at how much it hurt, but he took some breathes and calmed himself. Unfortunately, this served as a big wake-up call, he needed to get strong so he could defend himself against these people and save others from people just like that guy.
"How could the heroes let guys like that wander around doing as they please, why are they never there when someone actually needs them." Izuku held a hand at his bruised side and tried to quell the pain but it was hard to concentrate.
"I have to do something about the heroes if I really want to save anyone I can, the heroes need to fundamentally change if the world is to be fixed, and they need to change now." The strange emotion he's become accustomed to stuck itself to that idea and it drove off with it.
The idea was cemented in his mind and it was now the only thing he can focus on since the new emotion made it stick out in his head. The weird emotion made him think he was the only person that can fix it all and that he needed to do it now. He didn't know why he thought this, 'I can always fix the heroes when I become one.'
He knew he needed to get stronger and fast if he wanted a remote chance to save others with his own power. He began to hobble home while thinking of the best way to go about getting strong so he can have the best chance at fixing hero society. He was completely absorbed in these thoughts as he went home, so absorbed he failed to observe his surroundings.
He neglected to see a blonde girl with messy buns and a tan cardigan behind a corner. The only thing one would see is that she had yellow cat-like eyes and sharp canines, but she also had a huge blush on her face. She thought to herself, 'Wow that was so hot, he looked amazing covered in blood, I wonder if I'll see him again. I wonder if he'll let me cut him up some more?'
Once he got home, he got in the shower to clean off the dried blood he had all over him. Out of the shower he put his mom's makeup on the visible bruises that he suffered from.
It hurt like hell but that's what he got for being stupid and letting this emotion control him when he wasn't prepared to take on anyone right now. But it showed him that he should learn how to fight and how to compose himself better. And it let him know he has to do something about heroes now or it might never happen.
He got some clean clothes on and then began to research a type of fighting style that would allow him to win fights if he had to go into them. Plus, it means he could finally defend himself from his abusers, of course, he would treat it as a last resort to fight Bakugo.
He then stopped typing and focused on the fact he no longer called Bakugo, Kacchan. He figured it's for the best, he realized a week ago that boy never was his friend, and he hasn't been for a while now, he was only his tormenter, the root of all his pain and suffering for many years. And he was the root cause that made this foreign feeling spike inside of him.
Hearing the door to the apartment open he knew his mom was now home from work. She had no idea that Izuku was in such inner turmoil about wanting to fix the world and fast while also wanting to be a hero.
Izuku got up and went out to greet his mom, despite how annoyed he felt all the time he still loved his mom to the end. She had the effect of calming him down when she was around him. She cared for him when no one else would and she was always there for him when no one bothered to show up to help.
"Hey mom I'm going to go take a walk around the area for a bit, I just need to clear my head."
Inko noticed that her son had a slight limp to him and that he had makeup on but decided to think nothing of it, for now at least. "Okay dear just be back in time for dinner, I know it's getting late so be careful okay."
"Okay mom, you won't need to worry about me."
"I know dear, I'm just being a mother is all."
Izuku grabbed some clothes and shoes then left and walked to a nearby park, the sun was already setting so there were fewer people out in the street. As he walked, he was still trying to figure out the best way to get stronger and fix heroes at the same time, he knew he needed to learn how to fight, he could also make tools to aid him in fights. Izuku knew that intelligence was also a key factor in battle so increasing it was a requirement.
As he approached a park, he got the feeling he was being watched but shook it off because he didn't notice anything, and who would want to watch him anyway. He walked over to a bench close to a street light that lit up the darkness when the setting sun failed to do so, he sat down and got comfortable while deep in thought.
He didn't notice that a man dressed in a black suit approached and sat down on the other side of the bench. Izuku paid no attention to it and closed his eyes in relaxation. But he was disturbed from his relaxation when the man spoke in a deep calming voice that had a tone of power.
"Why are you out here this late in the day? Or should I say evening?" The man said as he put his hand on Izuku's shoulder. Izuku replied with a surprised tone annoyed at how his thoughts were interrupted by this stranger. He internally questioned why he was annoyed at this man just trying to make conversation, 'That was unexpected, what's going on with me and these new feelings?'
"I-I'm just out here on a walk trying to relax, why are you out here?" Izuku again chastised himself for the stutter, but he asked attempting to sound friendly to get the man to go away, the man simply chuckled.
"I'm out here looking for you…Izuku Midoriya." The man calmly stated, Izuku tensed up and went pale. 'How did he know my name?!'The man spoke again with a knowing tone.
"I see I have your attention now, good, I bet you're thinking about how I know your name."
Izuku gazed upon the man and saw that he wore a heavyset mask to hide his face, although it looked like he only had a mouth with no hair, nose, or eyes. Izuku got a feeling this man was not one to mess around with. His nerves were getting the better of him and he began to shake slightly while breathing deeply to try and not freak out, one thing Izuku knew was that he should not piss off this man. He hesitantly responded while sweating slightly.
"Yeah, t-that is a question I have for you." Izuku replied as calmly as he could, "W-What do you want with me stranger?"
"Ah straight to the point, smart, I want to ask for your help Midoriya." He stated, Izuku got a confused face but relaxed a bit and asked.
"Why do you want my help? I-I'm not sure you're asking the right person for help." Izuku spoke trying desperately to get this guy to go away. But his emotions were not aiding him on that quest as they forced him to hear this man out.
"No, you're the right person, you wrote this after all." The stranger held up Izuku's charred quirk analysis journal. Izuku was stunned that someone found it and held onto it. The stranger continued, "I like your work and the notes you took on quirks are amazing, better than anything I can produce or find by myself."
"Yeah, I wrote that but it won't help anyone…n-not anymore." Izuku cautiously said, the only thought that went through his head was wondering if this man would take no for an answer since he couldn't escape. He didn't seem like a bad character since he came off friendly but Izuku got the feeling this man wanted something and it worried him. The man began again.
"It may not help you, but it will help us. That's why I want you to join me and my group. If you're interested just say so and I can give you information on where to find me. And we can help you just as you help us, it's a mutual agreement to help each other." The man stated.
Izuku was caught up in the offer, he wanted to refuse this offer right on the spot, and he opened his mouth to do so. But he stopped opening his mouth and no words came out as he sat there frozen in thought.
His thoughts went to how he could benefit from this, here was a person offering him an opportunity to go and do things for him, this was a one-chance deal. He couldn't pass this up, since the man said he could help Izuku, and help is exactly what he needed right now, but he needed more information if he were to help him. "W-What would I exactly be doing for you if I join you? And what could you help me with?" Izuku asked.
"Ah good question, if it is help you seek, we can give you opportunities like never before, your analysis journal mentioned how you want to be a hero. I can help you achieve that, if you'll let me of course." Izuku was stunned, here was a man that knew who he was and no doubt knew more about him, offering him a helping hand. He was speechless but nothing was a guarantee, so how was he supposed to know if this guy could help him.
"H-How can you help me? I don't know what you can offer." Izuku meekly spoke trying not to offend this powerful man, he got the feeling the stranger was grinning at him, so Izuku made a good impression on him.
"Tell you what, you interest me, so I'll help you right now. Do you know what that weird but warm feeling you get from time to time is called? The one that when it grows too much gives you a hot sharp burning sensation." Izuku's eyes widened in worry because he didn't know how this man knew about that feeling.
"I can see from your expression that you do not know the name. Then let me tell you, it's called…rage…or wrath…or hatred if you prefer those, the point is, it's anger." Izuku stared at the stranger blankly, there was no way he was angry all the time, it just wasn't possible.
"No, you're lying! I'm not an angry guy, I'm nice and kind to anyone in need! I do not need anger or rage!" Izuku jumped off the bench and raised his voice at the man who just sat there and took the verbal assault. Izuku finally calmed down and realized what he did so he started to shake but the man stayed still, then he spoke.
"Just now did you feel the emotion?" Izuku hesitantly nodded, the man signaled for Izuku to sit back down which he did. "It's rage, wrath, hatred, fury, and many other things. I know that you've suffered your entire life and you repressed all those emotions so you could be a hero. I can help you come to terms with the true you and help you control it, while assisting in your goals."
Izuku was relaxed by his words, he told him exactly what his situation was, he was angry, at everyone and everything. For so long he was denied his dream and told he had no chance, then his intense anger surfaced, and he finally had the drive to follow his dreams. He could only be a hero if he controlled this and now a man offered to help him. Izuku was sure there were other options but when will he ever get an opportunity like this again.
"O-Okay I believe you, but what will I do for you in return?" Izuku asked which made the man grin under his mask.
"I will tell you that when, not if, when you come to see me. That way we can begin to help each other immediately." The stranger extended Izuku a small flip phone. Izuku cautiously took it and looked towards the man, who spoke.
"When you want to find us so we can aid you, tomorrow at five in the afternoon call the number on the phone and we'll give you further instructions." The man said, then promptly got up and walked off into the night.
Izuku watched the man walk off into the darkness, he was left worried and curious about what he just agreed to do, he was sweating bullets at the intimidating presence he just felt. It was amazing he was able to remain calm for most of that, then again his now named rage let him do that. He got the feeling that if he didn't agree to the man's offer then something bad would have happened to him which only amplified his meager anger.
But he was curious about the potential opportunities that were given to him now, maybe he could get stronger with the help of that threatening man, but that was a thought for later. The only thing he could do was see what this man could do to help him control his newfound rage.
All for One left glad about the outcome of the interview with his newest recruit. He didn't even have to use a quirk to make the boy think a certain way. He was glad that the boy's rage was so intense that it made him seriously consider the offer by stopping the logical side of him from speaking up.
Yet it was also slightly terrifying to get a glimpse at the sheer amount of fury Izuku had stored up in him, eleven years' worth of rage, fury, wrath, and many other negative emotions were held back by the dam held together by the sheer will of Izuku. And that will of his was starting to waver due to him beginning to lose hope in the heroes.
All for One was curious about what Izuku would turn into if he unleashed his anger but that wasn't his goal, his true aim was to get Izuku to help the League. But that failing dam holding his rage back may not hold forever.
Since the dam holding a demon back was beginning to crack.