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.

Please review and give your thoughts, I want to know how to make this story better in any way shape, or form.

Martyr- Someone who is killed for their ideals or beliefs, or someone who is suffering constantly due to their beliefs.


Quirks are a genetic mutation that grants a normal person a random superpower.

Gifts like quirks were given to 80% of the human population, while 20% remain quirkless.

Those in the 20% percent are usually a part of the elderly population, but sometimes a quirkless individual slips through the cracks and become a part of the younger generation. Those kids don't last long because they don't have the strength of character or mental fortitude to move forward.

And even when a quirkless individual has the strength to keep pushing, everyone is there to push them down and force them into defeat. The quirkless have only ever known the feeling of defeat and rejection. It doesn't matter how strong someone is that feeling of rejection will eat away at them for their whole life.

Making them bitter and cold, forcing the person to adapt so they can continue to live. Usually from that bitterness comes a strong burning fury that will never extinguish until their retribution is achieved.

But what if a quirkless person never had these feelings? What if they went their whole life forgiving all the people who wronged them? What if they never experienced the rage they had built up for years?

What would happen if that person suddenly felt the repressed emotions they never knew they had? And what if that repressed rage continued to grow alongside the individual possessing it?

No one knows what would happen because it's never been seen before. And no one would know how to deal with the consequences of a person feeling years' worth of hatred and wrath.

Thankfully no one has ever had to deal with a situation like that because no quirkless individual has ever achieved a state where they feel all their rage and hatred.

Expect everyone forgot that all it takes to change a person's nature, is one bad life-changing event.

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Izuku Midoriya, the weak quirkless kid who suffered from relentless bullying and abuse, had one thing many people didn't have. He had a heart of gold and a clean conscience, his mindset allowed him to forgive and forget everything that ever happened to him.

He was a firm believer in justice, he was so devoted to the idea that he wanted to become a hero. Except Izuku didn't know that his justice would be completely different than accepted justice.

They always say don't meet your heroes, and that is exactly what Izuku did. He met his hero, All Might, the man was a beacon of hope for Izuku, he was responsible for guiding his morals. And now Izuku could finally talk to him on top of a rooftop they happened to fall onto.

But unknown to All Might he would accidentally be responsible for crushing Izuku's hope. He destroyed the last light in Izuku's soul, the act of that would allow far darker forces to begin infecting Izuku's heart.

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"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."

All Might looked to the ground full of guilt as he crushed a boy's hopes and dreams. But he had no choice, he was out of time and there was nothing he could do about it. With a cough All Might leaped into the sky, hoping that Izuku could recover from this as wind rapidly passed him.

Izuku just looked on ahead, not moving or blinking as a soft breeze passed him making his loose school uniform and bushy green hair wave in the wind. Out of nowhere, Izuku smiled brightly as the scene played over in his head.

"I guess that's that, I got my answer. At least I know now." Izuku began laughing loudly as he kept thinking about the situation.

"Hahahahaha…hahaha…haha…ha…*sob*" Gradually his laughs turned into sobs as tears rushed down his face and went around his sad smile. His quivering voice got sadder and sadder as his tears filled his eyes and dropped onto the roof.

Through his tears, he saw his burned hero analysis book, and it only made him cry harder as he lost all his hope. With a quivering voice, Izuku dropped the book as sobs came forth and he spoke to himself. "I guess I am just a Deku."

Feeling the strength in his legs leave him, Izuku fell to the floor and rested on his legs as he continued to cry. He gasped for air as his world collapsed around him. Everything he fought for, lived for, and believed in was just forcibly ripped out of his grasp by the one man he looked up to.

He felt everything leave him, he had nothing left, he was nothing. He screamed in a fit of mixed emotions, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE!"

He brought his hands to the ground and started banging his fist onto the concrete floor in frustration while tears threatened to fall from his eyes. More intense sobs started to find their way out of his eyes as all his emotions began to mix. He ignored the sudden explosion 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 everywhere he went while being 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!" With one last punch to the ground, Izuku yelled into the sky expelling all his emotions from his body.

"All of this happened because I'm weak and useless. I really am a Deku," Izuku said as he stayed on the floor a little longer beginning to feel nothing. He soon got up defeated and noticed his hands were scraped heavily after slamming his fists into the floor.

But he didn't have any emotions left to care, he looked at his hands a little longer, feeling empty. Sadness and hopelessness began leaking into his core and filling his head with dark thoughts. 'Maybe I should just take Bakugo's advice, killing myself will end the suffering that I never deserved in the first place.'

He turned his empty gaze to the edge of the building, with nothing but sadness going through his head he picked up his notebook and walked over to the edge. Izuku stared longingly at the ground as he stood on the edge of the building, contemplating ending it all.

"All I wanted was to help people why does that make me the bad guy?" More sadness, coldness, and depression entered his mind. Sending him deeper into despair, he looked at his notebook and felt more negative emotions enter his mind. Without hesitation, he dropped the notebook of the building and watched it bang into the ground.

'I can't be a hero, he said I can't be anything, I can't do anything.' 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.

He dangled his foot off the edge of the building as his breathing and heartbeat accelerated. "Am I really going to do this…?" Izuku closed his eyes, searching for peace as he was about to take the final step. "…Yes I am."

His weight was shifting forward as he was about to fall. But he felt a sudden and powerful urge flare up inside of him. Izuku shot his eyes open and then looked down as he was about to fall. Terrified, Izuku started frantically swinging his arms to regain his balance.

Falling back Izuku was hyperventilating as the events that just happened ran through his head. "What was that!? Why was I about to do that!?" He calmed down as he thought about it, and again all his depression started to leak into his head, reminding him of his uselessness.

"That's right, I have no chance out there to be a hero." Izuku curled up into a ball as he sat in his sadness and depression. "But what's the point in fighting for it? I can't do anything." He felt like crying again but he just didn't have the mental energy to do it again.

He wanted to go on and continue to fight for his dream. But he knew that there was no way that was happening, deep down he always knew that, yet he still had the desire to go on. Izuku clutched his head in distress as he fought off these dark feelings and suicidal thoughts.

"This isn't right! But then what is right? I can't be a hero, I'm just useless! So what do I do now! I don't know anymore!" Izuku was in deep distress as his mind began tearing itself apart, he had no idea what to do with his life, his life's goal was just ripped apart. He found the strength to cry again as tears began to fill his eyes. His dark thoughts won the internal battle and they began to drown his mind in sadness once again.

A single tear dropped from his eyes, then he quickly clutched his head in pain as he felt his brain burn and ache. He didn't know what was going on, Izuku closed his eyes as his head hurt even more, it felt like he was rapidly slammed headfirst into a concrete wall.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He closed his eyes tighter and screamed in absolute pain as he felt a rush of a burning feeling enter his head, clawing through his brain and body. In an instant, all the dark and sad thoughts drowning his mind were burned away and replaced by a clear burning mind.

Opening his eyes Izuku saw a lingering flash of a black abyss and a face with green emerald eyes above a wide smile that reeked of evil. Blinking rapidly Izuku saw the darkness leave and his vision cleared.

Feeling all the pain leave his head Izuku got up, he looked around and saw he was still on the roof and wondered just what it was he saw. He brought a hand up to his head concluded that he must have hallucinated, he did have a mental breakdown so it made sense that his mind broke.

Izuku's eyes widened as he realized that he no longer felt sad. He wondered what causes his depressing emotions to just disappear. Closing his eyes Izuku felt around his mind to see if he could come up with a solution, but no solution presented itself.

Suddenly an electric-like jolt of some emotion shot through his body and he felt a wave of determination flow through him. Giving in to the feeling Izuku opened his eyes and was greeted with a bright blue sky, and it made him regret nearly killing himself over his goal.

A mixture of determination, confidence, and ambition shot through him mixing with his newfound resolve. He sharpened his mind and a new goal popped into his head. Getting up off the floor Izuku stared off into the distant city with resolved eyes. As he observed the city, a strange emotion began to fill his head, he balled his fists and began to shout due to this overwhelming aggressive feeling he was now feeling.

"I hope you can hear me everyone! I don't care what you do to me! I will be a hero! And I'll save more people than anyone ever has! I'll be there for everyone and anyone! I'll save those that the heroes don't want to save! I don't care who gets in my way! I will show them all that I'm not useless!"

Izuku breathed deeply as he refilled his lungs, his shouts reached just outside of the block but they cemented his goal in his mind. He relaxed his scraped hands and felt his new goal of saving all the people the heroes won't sear itself upon his soul.

But as his goals shifted to favoring the role of being a savior he felt a small amount of the unfamiliar emotion, and it made him want to aggressively try harder. It fueled his resolve and determination and made him push on to reach the end goal by any means necessary. The foreign emotion ignited his vocal cords once again so he shouted his thoughts out to the world without worry.

Izuku breathed deeply once more as he mentally laughed at his declaration, he suffered for so long due to his beliefs. He 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. He resolved to use life's sick game of suffering to save people from suffering.

That strange emotion left again, and he noticed it only showed up when started to think aggressively, but he shrugged it off since he didn't see a problem with it at the moment.

Descending the building, he decided to take the long route home. Thinking that it would be better, it did give him time to understand these new goals and this newfound emotion that had infected 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 felt these locked away emotions since all he cared about was helping others.

But today was the final straw, all his suppressed hate and rage towards the world and other people finally revealed itself to him. He couldn't name these emotions because he never felt them before, but now that they had begun to infect him.

Except Izuku didn't care that these emotions showed up, 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!

Izuku walked and walked until he accidentally went into a bad area of town because he wasn't paying attention. He came across a group of thugs. Averting his eyes, he tried to not make himself known to them. Unfortunately, the thugs eyed him and started to make their way over to him. Thoughts of running away entered his mind, right as he was feeling ready to run away at full speed.

Walking faster and averting his eyes further, he began to sweat a little due to his nervousness. Unfortunately for Izuku, he looked like easy prey for the thugs. 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 aggressively 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 under him.

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, adrenaline shot through him.

He bolted down the road. The thugs quickly followed since they wanted his 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! 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 lost the thugs by running around the block and sprinting past corners, but he didn't notice the refreshing 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. It wasn't a word in his immediate vocabulary, he never relied on using it. Strangely it felt somewhat good to say it, but his conscious made him dislike the word.

Feeling a little guilty about it, Izuku 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 by carefully listening to the door. Walking into his apartment he went straight to his room and reflected on the day and the new emotions he felt in himself.

Going up to the bed Izuku flopped on it and took a much-needed deep breath. Relaxing a bit, he found the new feeling in him again but it disappeared just as fast. But he didn't mind, it flared up when he needed it to or when he began to get a bit aggressive, which wasn't a bad quality in his eyes.

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, something necessary.

'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. As he thought about it he ignored the aggressive sensation rising in his mind.

'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 aggressively told him to pursue strength. He'll get strong enough to help people carry the weight of their suffering so they won't have to do it alone anymore.

Izuku got up and went to his desk to begin researching exercises, diet plans, health programs, and anything that will make him stronger than he already is. But he stopped himself when he noticed all the All Might merchandise on his desk.

Which made him turn around to look at 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 quickly got up and proceeded to aggressively take it all down so he could focus, and there was another reason, he figured his desire for strength would need money, and he had none of it. So, he began to see how much money he could make by selling his stuff online.

When Inko Midoriya got home she noticed that her son was home when she saw his shoes which were dirtier than usual. Feeling her motherly instincts flare up she 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 in a notebook.

"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." Izuku casually replied trying to hide his rising aggressiveness towards 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 and assertive 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 with a small grin.

"Okay, I will get right onto making it. If you need anything just tell me."

"Alright, thanks bye."

Inko took note of the new person her son had started to transform into. She wasn't exactly opposed to the new Izuku since he was more confident than before. But it worried her, she didn't know what could have caused such a sharp and noticeable change in her son.

Forcing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she went off to make the food and decided that at the dinner table she would talk to her son. Some time passed as Izuku cleaned out his room and Inko made dinner, soon 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 changed his demeanor and looked down at the mention of All Might. "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 where he started to feel aggressive, he didn't want to worry his mom. With 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 do whatever he can to fulfill it. But that doesn't give him an excuse to worry his mother.

After dinner 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. But the aggressive feeling made him want to try even harder to get stronger.

Making a diet plan Izuku made sure to list all the ingredients he would need to buy. He also researched all the materials he would need to buy to make his goal a reality. Lastly, 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]

Two weeks passed after Izuku began aggressively getting stronger, he's aware that he can't ever be the strongest hero. But he doesn't care 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 hard he was vigorously pushing 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 with, he never expected them to sell rapidly and sell for good amounts of cash, but 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.

Over the two weeks, Izuku 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 and he can't keep up physically with most quirked people.

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 way to analyze their fighting styles.

Strangely as time passed that foreign feeling grew to be slightly more intense when he spent time looking at villains or heroes. Almost like he was beginning to be aggressive to both sides, and not particularly caring for one or the other.

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. Which helped him realize how disappointed in himself he was since he didn't understand 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 to work off some of his aggressiveness.

Feeling 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. Occasionally he ran when he needed to but he never understood why he subconsciously began putting a grin on his face when he got into the smallest of confrontations.

As he went on his walks, 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 aggressive 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, except he wasn't opposed to that train of thought. 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 ways than one, he was about to learn how hard that was going to be.

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 that sapped his confidence from him.

"Hey kid what are you doing here on this street, you don't belong here, now get going." The man slurred his words. Izuku was slightly cautious and he began feeling his head fill with annoyance and aggressiveness.

"I-I was on my way home, b-but then I was stopped by you." Izuku cursed himself for getting nervous enough to let 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 his aggressive emotions.

"Look just leave me alone." Izuku's meekness and stutter disappeared once the weird feeling began 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 rose higher and higher until Izuku let his control slip, it took control of his thoughts and actions.

"Fuck off you drunk!" Izuku regained control and 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 while 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 fell to the ground, pain shot through him as he grabbed his head, but the man came back and proceeded to kick him in his gut and the chest. Izuku yelled in agony 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, where the man continued to attack him.

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 struggled to stand up, blood dripped off of him and covered his bruises, 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, he sucked in air as the sharp pain from his bruises filled up his body.

"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.'

Izuku knew he needed to get stronger and fast if he wanted a remote chance to save others with his own power. Moving one leg, he began to limp home while thinking of the best way to go about getting stronger so he can have the best chance at fixing hero society. He was completely absorbed in these thoughts as he limped, 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 as she thought about what just happened. 'Wow that was so hot, he looked amazing covered in blood, I hope I'll see him again. I wonder if he'll let me cut him up some more?'

Once Izuku 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. He wanted to calm her emotions and not panic her.

It hurt like hell but that's what he got for being stupid and letting his new emotions control him when he wasn't prepared to take on anyone right now. But it showed him that he should learn how to fight better and how to compose himself. And it let him know he has to do something about heroes now or it might never happen.

Getting some clean clothes on, Izuku began to research a type of fighting style that would allow him to win fights if he got into one. 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 was 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 current root cause that made this foreign feeling spike inside of him.

Hours passed as Izuku researched fighting styles that would best suit him for combat situations. He learned a lot in a short amount of time but there were still styles he needed to learn.

Hearing the door to the apartment open he knew his mom was now home from work. Izuku got up and went out to greet his mom, despite how annoyed and aggressive he was all the time he still loved his mom. 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.

But right now he didn't want to be around her because worrying her this early in the day was not a good course of action. The love she showed him could only handle so much, and his inner turmoil wasn't helping that.

"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 a jacket 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 should 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 slowly sat down as the pain from the bruises persisted, he got comfortable and sighed while deep in thought.

He didn't notice that a tall 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 was 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 metal 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 and trying his best to suppress his aggressiveness.

"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.

"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 tried to make a good impression on him.

"Tell you what, you interest me, so I'll help you right now. Do you know what that weird aggressive 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 and a feeling of confidence." 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.

"Use this 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 was unaware of his incredible rage, which made Izuku 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 unknowingly stored up in him, eleven years' worth of rage, fury, wrath, and many other negative emotions were held back by the sheer will Izuku had. And that will of his was starting to waver due to him beginning to lose hope in the heroes, and All for One wondered what could have made the fanboy change so drastically.

He 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 him end the modern world and take over it.

But All for One was weary of Izuku, he was about to give Izuku a way to sharpen his rage and use it as a weapon. He just hoped that Izuku never pointed that weapon at him, because it would be a waste to lose such a valuable pawn.

All for One just hoped that when he unleashed the demon inside of Izuku, it wouldn't want revenge on him.