I do not own MHA or its characters, that honor goes to Kohei Horikoshi

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

Inko flinched slightly, staring down at her feet as she sat across from a very pissed off Mitsuki. Inko had been dreading this day ever since she got arrested. Even though she knew it would happen eventually, it still didn't make the experience any better.

"WHAT EVER WARRANTED YOU TO DO SUCH A THING INKO?!","WHAT HAPPENED TO THE INKO I KNEW? THE ONE THAT CARED FOR HER CHILD WITH EVERYTHING SHE HAD?!"

"I told you already, Mitsuki I-"

"BULLSHIT!"

Mitsuki was fuming, slamming her trembling hand down on the table as hard as she could. She wasn't just mad at Inko, she was also disappointed to no end. She had known Inko forever and never once had she thought she would ever do something like this.

As for the reason why she did it, it only made her more angry. It didn't help that Inko was being as vague as possible, only describing her son as a 'monster' or saying that 'my son was already gone'.

Inko was reluctant to tell the police, or anyone else that Izuku had to live off human flesh. Thinking that they would just brush it off as a lie or 'irrational thinking', due to the fact she came to the quick conclusion based on a cut finger alone. She didn't trust the police to truly understand what she meant because they weren't there to see it.

Inko thought that what she did was right and she didn't want anymore people telling her how "wrong it was". She had to have been right, she did make the right choice. Seeing how uncharacteristically monstrous her son looked at her was proof of that. No matter how much humanity was left in him at that moment she knew it wouldn't be there later on, so she did the only thing she thought was right. Get rid of it before it's too late.

The silence between the two friends dragged on for what felt like ages, the silence only breaking when soft sobs could be heard.

It was Mitsuki, with scowl on her face and tears dripping from her eyes she stared at the ground trying to hide her grief. Looking up she stared at the blank, void expression on her former-friends' face.

Violently, Mitsuki stood up, the chair skidding back as she rose. Shadows covering her face she turned around to leave, only to abruptly stop in place. Opening her mouth, she said only this, "I lost two Midoriyas today. First Izuku, and now you".

Continuing forward she flung the door open, slamming it shut.

"Come on Katsuki, we're leaving." said Mitsuki with a dull harshness in her voice.

Katsuki was sitting outside on one of the many available chairs that lined the outside of the room. He was trying his best to listen in on what he could, sadly only getting muffled yelling noises as he waited. When Izuku disappeared, Katsuki didn't really know what to feel at first. He had thought of deku as a worthless, useless, nobody that just kida existed for Katsuki to punch when he felt like it. So when Izuku just suddenly vanished from his life you would think he wouldn't be affected by it much. However, that was not the case. his 10 year old mind was not quite comprehending the fact that someone he knew was suddenly just… gone, even if he began to not think greatly of him when he was outed as quirkless. Then, all of the sudden the door swung open with his mother stomping out, grabbing Katsuki by the wrist tightly.

"The hell?!" Katsuki said in a confused voice,"what's your problem? Ya old hag?! What happened inside there?!", "did you find out where deku went?"

Stopping, Mitsuki looked at Katsuki with an unreadable expression before covering her face with shadow. Looking to the side she waited a moment before she said "no" in a quiet, strained voice.

At the bar

Kirogiri had gotten back from his meeting a few hours ago and could be found cleaning a glass behind the bar. He had expected Shigaraki to be back by now. Even if he was late, 4 hours was a little extreme. He trusted Shigaraki was probably just in the middle of something, but he still couldn't help but feel slightly concerned.

However, his train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt when he heard the bar door start to creek open. To his surprise, he saw Shigaraki holding the hand of a small child who looked to be about 9 or 10 with slightly curly forest green hair.

Shigaraki, not even acknowledging Kirogiri, told Izuku to go straight to the shower as he was dirtied with specks of blood and he smelled. Izuku nodded in understanding and headed towards the direction Tomura had pointed in, taking the white-T and shorts Shigaraki got on the way home with him.

After watching the kid trot off, he looked towards Shigaraki once more. He was sporting a small smirk on his face as he made his way over to Kirogiri's bar. Snapping out of his bewilderment he started questioning him.

"Why did you bring a kid back? And where were you for those past 4 hours?! A-and why does the kid have blood on him?!" questioned Kirogiri.

Tomura currently sported a shit-eating-grin while he watched Kirogiri fumble around with his questioning. Sitting down at one of the seats in front of the misty bartender he waited a couple of seconds before he started explaining the situation to him. Enjoying the slightly frantic tone of the usually calm and collected bartender.

"Ah, I see" said the bartender as he listened to Kirogiri's explanation. From the failure of the meeting earlier that day, to the kid killing and eating another person, he told him everything.

"I think he would make a great addition to our league, I could see the will to live behind those eyes of his and he doesn't exactly have another place to go as far as i'm aware. And don't even get me started on his bitterness towards heros! It gets me excited just thinking about it." said Tomura in a slightly giddy voice. He was aware that probably made him sound creepy but he didn't care, the kid practically emitted an aura of mystery raw potential that Tomura just couldn't pass up. The perfect villain backstory.

"I'm certainly surprised though Tomura" said Kirugiri as he set the glass he was cleaning down. "Normally you really hate kids".

"Yeah, the brats are so easily blinded by heros that they all basically grow up dreaming to become one themselves, blissfully smiling and laughing without a care in the world. Because if they get in trouble, 'a hero will come'. But no, heros will not always come, and it makes me sick to see how heros like All Might influence people so easily."

"But not this kid. No, he is different. He was forced to see things from a different perspective and got to see what heros truly are. They are the boss characters that will stop at nothing to take us down. Hunting us down ruthlessly like they are trying to grind mobs to gain exp."

"But no, he is not going to be brought down that easily, he wants to be a player in this game, not an MPC."

Kirogiri nodded in agreement.

Some time later, Izuku finished his shower and made his way back to the main area of the bar. It was a rather cosy looking bar in his opinion. The outside wasn't welcoming as a cover to keep them hidden. However, the inside had a nice, warm feeling he couldn't describe.

Spotting the kid, Tomura gestured for him to come sit down next to him at the bar. Hopping up on the bar stool he was greeted with a glass of water and a misty looking man with yellow eyes looking at him before he went back to wiping the bar table down.

"So, why were you living on the streets kid? You a runaway?" asked Tomura.

"S-something like that" Izuku responded. "I started living on the streets about 2-ish months ago, when my quirk first manifested." A slight look of shock appeared on Tomura's face as he asked how old he was. "Ten" he stated.

"So you're a late bloomer?" Tomura asked.

"Yeah… I-it started one moring when I suddenly found out my body didn't like normal food when it violently rejected my breakfast." He said nervously with a slight chuckle. Rubbing the back of his head he continued. "For about a week I tried and failed to eat. Then my mother cut her finger on accident and I guess my instincts took over because all I smelled was something heavenly and I wanted whatever it was. When I came to, I was standing in front of her. I guess that's when she figured out what I could eat because… she kicked me out and called me a monster." Izuku said with a hint of sadness.

"It's kinda funny actually" He said, catching Tomura off guard slightly."when I was really little I wanted nothing more than to be a hero." Not noticing the slight frown on Tomura's face he continued, " I had to give that one up pretty quickly though because my doctor said I was quirkless"."For some reason though, I kept trying to cling to that hope, that maybe I could still do it. Over time though when I became my classmate's punching bag, those hopes washed away and I became less interested in heroes because of it.","Now though, I don't have any interest in them. Actually, I kinda see them as my hunters now because of what I have to do to survive. Heroes are supposed to protect people and help them, but I know they won't help me." he paused for a second before turning to Tomura, "I can't thank you enough for telling me about your quirk and telling me you'd help me. I had resigned to the fact that someone like me would have to be on my own having to fight against heros by myself, Thank-"

Izuku was cut off when he was suddenly pat on the head by Tomura. Looking up he saw him grinning at him.

Looking down and the boy in front of him he couldn't help but grin as his story came together, patting him on the head he told him this.

"I think you will make a great addition."

Authors note- Nice, another chapter done. I was contemplating a lot on what I should write in this chapter, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out. I'm still not 100% sure what I want to do with bakugou, but hopefully i'll figure it out. Hope you enjoyed it.