"Eat."

A bowl of instant noodles with a single apple and a small carton of milk was tossed toward the boy. He didn't move towards the plate until the speaker was gone. Gifted with an ever the cleaver and analytical mind, the boy had learned quickly that appearing too eager cost him his few comforts.

What if? Life has always been a long chain of one what if after another. What if I just didn't go to work today, what if I finally asked her out, what if I skipped lunch. Well for many people what-ifs are not major, life-changing events, like the boy in question.

Hungrily eating the meal once he was certain the guard was gone, he then tried to sneak himself to sleep despite not having a bed. However, the dreams always came back:

MHA-CS

Izuku Midoriya had his what-if moment when he turned four and he gained his quirk. He was so excited to show the little ball of fire that he had made to his parents.

So happy that it grew with his excitement, compounding into an even larger flame, he kept bouncing around the apartment to show off how strong he could be. Then the curtains caught fire, and his mother screamed. He panicked. He lost control.

The accompanying blaze that he released as his emotions fluctuated in moments let loose an inferno that burned for over a mile, hundreds died, his mother and father included. The worst part was that in spite of the raging inferno and their own fear, Inko and Hisashi Midoriya's faces had been full of nothing but concern and love for their son; their eyes telling him:

'It's okay; mommy and daddy are here. We'll keep you safe. We love you'

Even as they had burned and melted away, they never once blamed their son or stopped loving him.

The poor boy never felt innocent. He never thought what happened an accident.

MHA-CS

It was one of the most high-profile cases of the last century, with all of Japan and even some abroad tuning in to hear the verdict:

"On the charges of manslaughter." The lead juror declared. "Due to the fact that this was the first manifestation of the Quirk and the unexpected power, on top of both the deceased Inko and Hisashi Midoriya having low recorded abilities with their own quirks, we find the defendant Izuku Midoriya…. not guilty."

Roars of mass outrage and hatred filled the courtroom, from civilians, reporters, and several lower-ranked heroes and their sidekicks. Many of whom lost family, friends, homes, and livelihoods from Izuku's outburst.

"ORDER! ORDER!" The Judge snapped, silencing all. "The boy has lost his parents due to his own Quirk's lack of control."

The child himself just curled up in the far too large chair and cried. Very few besides the Judge and Jury showed him any sympathy; hateful glares all around him.

"The boy will be placed under indefinite house arrest in the care of the Bakugo family." The Judge continued. "For the sake of public safety, until he demonstrates control over his Singular-level Quirk, he will be denied any entry into Hero Academies. Court adjourned."

That was the part his dreams emphasized. After the trial, Izuku refused to use his Quirk, even when other kids would pile on and beat him up to see how strong he was, or to get revenge for all the people he killed, he never tried anything to stop them.

His best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had been there to stop them most of the time, simply because it's pointless to see how strong someone who won't fight back is.

When Izuku was eight years old, he was kidnapped while out shopping with his Aunt Mitsuki. Katsuki had stayed home with his father Masaru because he was running a fever, something Izuku never had to worry about. A side-effect of his powerful Quirk meant his body always ran at a heated fifty Celsius, which is enough to kill most bacteria and any that do stay can't reproduce in his body, meaning he never got ill.

Mitsuki's back had been turned for just a moment when Izuku was suddenly lured away from her and pulled into a dark corner. Next, he found himself in the facility, countless people glaring at him with hatred and scorn.

After a savage beating from all of them, Izuku was thrown into his cage, which is where he had now been for the past two years.

The only thing he had to accompany him was a small TV. It was always the same program that matched many of his dreams. For some reason, if he saw this, it didn't hurt so much.

The program would flash to various images of happy families or workers, each going from one to the next by burning transitions accompanied by screams, melting, and bubbling sounds.

Each person was someone his Quirk had incinerated when it woke, destroying a good part of Mustafu City. And most of them were connected to someone in the facility holding him; the workers made no effort to hide their hatred for the boy and the delight they felt whenever their experiments made him scream and cry.

Electrical shocks, drowning, freezing, and so, so many surgeries and injections. At nine years old, Izuku had experienced far too many surgeries for any normal human being to endure. And whenever those were done, there had come the beatings and the insults.

The worst parts were when Izuku was stripped of all his tattered clothes and thrown into a black hollow pit. A growling noise was all he heard before a large muscular THING pounced on him. It was the most violating and repulsive experience ever and Izuku knew he would never be pure again, not that he felt like it to begin with.

The experiments had also caused Izuku's Quirk to evolve into its true state. As it turned out, the destructive fire was only the pre-birth of what his Quirk truly was. Emerald scales now adorned his cheeks, arms, back, and hands, which ended in claws. Horns protruded from his fluffy viridian hair, which had become matted from his harsh living conditions, and his pupils had become reptilian slits while his teeth had become sharp fangs.

The people holding him coldly noted that he looked 'every bit the monster he truly was'.

His Quirk originally addressed as [Firestarter] and now been renamed to its identity; [Dragon Force]. The people of the facility had also infused another Quirk into him, [Transmutation], which allowed him to transmute any form of Matter he could touch be it solid, liquid, gas, or plasma. The odd bit was, unlike other forced additional Quirks…Izuku's Quirk factor embraced Transmutation with no side affect.

Still, his Quirk awakening to its true state and the addition of another Quirk meant little to the boy. He was a monster and that was all he'd ever truly be. He didn't blame the facility for what they did to him, he just wished they'd get it over with and kill him but apparently, they had plans.

MHA-CS

As he tried to sleep on the cold unforgiving ground, his Quirk being the only thing keeping him warm, an explosion suddenly alerted him, followed by mass screaming as the people of the facility were violently torn apart by some unknown force. Then, his heightened senses alerted him to the source of the force, and it made him shiver.

It was power. Pure, unadulterated power, matched only by the fury accompanying it.

"P-Please Sensei..! W-we did this to help..URK!"

One of the facility members was slammed into Izuku's cage by a tall, well-built man in a black suit, his face obscured by shadows with the only thing showing being his hate-filled red eyes.

"YOU. DON'T GET TO TALK..."

The facility member screamed as the man ripped out his vocal cords as if he was pulling a weed from a garden, blood splattered everywhere yet none of it managed to get on the man's suit. As the facility member gagged, the man formed a ball of compressed air and shoved it down his throat.

Izuku could only watch in horror and disturbed fascination as the man swelled like a balloon before exploding, sending body parts, organs, and viscera everywhere as the man soon touched the bars to Izuku's cage, which heated up before melting into slag as the man turned over his shoulder briefly.

"Tomura, kill the men and make them suffer for as long as possible. The women and whoever else survives you can send to the Doctor or that brothel house that we own. Figures that place should get some business."

"With PLEASURE...!" A raspy young man's voice said as fingers were heard cracking in anticipation. What followed was more agonizing screams and pathetic begs for mercy as the man approached Izuku, who cowered into the corner of his cell, believing that the Reaper had finally come to pay his due.

The man's face changed from furious and hate-filled to remorseful as he slowly knelt to the shivering boy, holding out his hand to him.

"My boy...my sweet grandson...what have they done to you?"

Meanwhile, in Mustafu...

10-Year-old Katsuki Bakugou was having a life crisis.

Ever since his Quirk, [Explosion], had awakened, the boy had known he would be a great hero; the most powerful and popular of all time, The entire world agreed with him reminding him of his brilliant mind and natural fighting ability...and then Deku, no, Izuku...

Yeah. Then Izuku had gotten his Quirk...and destroyed a third of their city, including his own parents, on accident. That had been a wake-up call for Katsuki. That day he had learned that there were those even STRONGER than him and some Pros at birth.

He had also seen the double standard of society; they were quick to vilify Izuku and called for his blood, refusing to enable him to train his Quirk...and when the boy was kidnapped while out shopping with Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki, no one did much other than say multiple poisonous words that made Katsuki want to throttle them with his bare hands.

"Good riddance."

"One less villain."

"Who cares what happens to that monster?"

Disgusted and angry, Katsuki, with the support of his parents, had begun to blow off school and search for his friend. Not like missing school mattered, he was the best student without even trying. Besides, if the situation had been reversed, Izuku would've done the same for him for far less.

For two whole years, he had been searching, pleading with Pros to keep looking for his best friend. Sadly, it was always for naught, just like today. With a sigh, Katsuki began to make his way home when something and someone caught his eye.

The someone was a blonde girl with yellow eyes and fangs, about his age huddled in an alley with her head bobbing to some music on an MP3. The something was what he spied her holding: a very familiar All-Might action figure.

Anyone else would've ignored such this and claimed the girl was just an ordinary fan of All-Might, like so many others. But Katsuki knew that exact toy. He'd recognize it in a mountain of them.

"Oy, where did you get that?" He asked as the girl flinched, taking off her MP3 headphones. She held the figurine close as if she was expecting Katsuki to steal it from her.

"H-Hey..." The explosive boy said, mentally slapping himself for stuttering. "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you. I just want to know where you got that. Because I know somebody who had that exact same figurine."

"D-Don't take it away..." The girl begged, trying to sound brave and drawing a rustly and frankly, dull looking knife.

"Look, I don't want any trouble." Katsuki said. "It's just...my best friend went missing two years ago and he had that same toy...Does it have a name on it?"

The girl, while still nervous, turned the figurine over so Katsuki could see the words painted on its back with a permanent marker.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

"H-he...He saved me..." The girl whimpered, tears in her eyes.

Much to her surprise, Katsuki pulled her into a tight hug. He would refuse to admit it, but he was crying at that moment. This girl had just helped him find the means of saving his friend.

Quickly calling 110, the police almost immediately picked up.

"Hey, fuck-ups! Ya wanna upstage the heroes for once?"

An hour later, the police made an announcement; they knew where Izuku Midoriya and several other missing children were or had been being held. All-Might and all the Top 10 Heroes quickly banded together to charge the sight, but when they got there?

They found several children, most of whom were in relatively safe accommodations, but everything else was destroyed, bloodied, or decayed. And there was no sign of Izuku Midoriya...

"Don't sugar-coat it, Ujiko. How badly did they treat him?"

In the next room over, the young boy had an oxygen mask, bandages, and tubes coming out of nearly every part of his body, pumping him the necessary medicine and nutrients or removing waste from his body while he got the sleep he had been deprived for years.

"It's a pretty long list, old friend." The longevity-blessed doctor answered as he scanned over the documents. "It'd be easier if I mentioned what they didn't do to him; I don't think even Shigaraki would stomach this, and that boy has quite a few issues...Idiots, these fools."

No sooner had he said this had the documents been snatched out of his hand by the room's other occupant, who made sure to keep his pinkies up until he finished reading, his body shaking in rage,

"Motherfuckers!" A pale-skinned young man of 15-years old snarled, decaying them in his hands. "Thank god I made them suffer! But I should have done more...! It was what they deserved!

"Patience, my boy, patience..." The tall man said to his protege as his doctor angrily ranted and raved about how the scientists at the facility had let their emotion cloud their minds and ignored what he had taught them about his Quirk Singularity Theory.

The tall man did not really care for the Quirk Singularity Theory, at least not now. He was happy to see his protégé being so infuriated at all of this; it would make him a grand successor if he was motivated beyond wild anarchy and destruction; it would make him work on his charisma and people skills, seeking out subordinates who shared his views or at least could be led to follow them.

The leader's mind was also on a rather depressing matter; one of which he rarely thought of. He'd claim because it was so long ago he had no reason to, but in reality, it was because it hurt him. The matter in question was Yoichi Shigaraki, his late younger brother and first obstacle. The one family he'd had when this grand venture started, turned against him.

With family on his mind…..

"How are Inko and Hisashi coming along?"

Dr. Kyudai Garaki who normally went by his pseudonym, Daruma Ujiko, stopped his ranting as he turned to his old friend and master. He then noticed two tubes with two burnt human figures, one male and one female. Slowly but surely, they were being regenerated from all the damage done to their bodies that had initially taken their lives on that fateful day six years ago.

"Honestly Sensei, if it was just your daughter, I'd at least have restored her with her hair and Quirk. But with her husband as well..."

"If you need more resources, ask." The leader said as he gently walked over to his unconscious grandson, who winced at the touch even in his sleep. A rare emotion entered the man's heart and mind, regret and remorse. "...This is all my fault, isn't it?"

"I highly doubt that's the case, Sensei. We could not have predicted that your daughter and Hisashi's Quirks could have blended to form something so...powerful." Dr. Ujiko said. "It doesn't help the fact that their Quirks are relatively uninformed about to the public thanks to HPSC…."

His daughter.

Sensei's mind found itself going down memory lane once again. This time however, it was far happier: Regardless of how she came into the world, Inko was the one thing he did right: The man had ensured she got the best schooling, wanted for nothing in the world from friends to toys and above all else, that she was happily ignorant of how her daddy paid for everything.

He'd originally planned on making her his successor all those years ago, the start of a true dynasty. Thankfully for the world, she inherited her uncle's kind heart, and for all other evil he committed as easily as breathing, this man just couldn't break that. Besides, he wagered she'd be safe if she led a normal life…by which he meant she stayed in their mansion and he got her everything she wanted. He'd been disabused of that thought when she had been determined to live as a civilian. Again, he had no qualms if it kept her safe and out of his affairs.

And then she fell in love. If her father had had any say, Inko would NEVER have married, certainly not an average salaryman like Hisashi. But there was something about the Fire-Breather that struck a cord with him: He may have been content with being a cog in the machine, but he had pride what he did have and was willing to fight for what he had.

Turning away from his daughter, Japan's Boogeyman, the Symbol of Fear and Evil, All for One, then hummed as he looked over at the various maps that showed every single part of the massive country he called home. There was one place he was looking at that had his mind running in conflict.

"...Sensei, I know what lies there..." Ujiko said. "You cannot seriously be thinking of sending him THERE, are you?! He needs therapy and time yes, but to lose such a powerful asset...!"

All for One turned to his right-hand man with a cold venomous look in his red eyes, making the old man pale nervously as he realized he spoke out of turn.

"Garaki..." All for One growled lowly, using the man's real surname. "You are my most trusted confidant and one of the few people I can truly call my friend...but speak of my grandson like he is some WEAPON...and I will personally see to it that you are subjected to your own experiments!"

"Y-Yes, Shigaraki...I apologize..." The doctor stuttered, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the building sweat on his brow.

All for One looked at the place on the map again. He HATED the place Ujiko was thinking of. It was where most of the pains in his ass had come from, and if Izuku was sent there, he would no doubt follow in the paths of said pains in the ass. At the same time, it was probably also the only place that could help Izuku, especially if that rumor his information broker, Giran, had brought them was true.

"Once Izuku is healed enough to stand and talk without aid, contact Gigantomachia and have him tunnel there." The legendary super villain ordered. "Price for the treatment is no object and take as long as you need."

"Yes, Sensei."

All for One then noticed that Tomura had long since left the room. No doubt to vent his anger and frustration on the remaining facility members they were keeping alive to convert into their next Nomu. A few of them even had Nomu at the facility that Dr. Ujiko had proudly taken repossession of.

"Now where could that boy have gone off to?"

"This disgusting society...I'll tear it all to pieces if it means you'll have a better life, cousin."

Tomura Shigaraki, once known as Tenko Shimura, had gone out for some fresh air to get the anger out of his system. He would have taken it out on the facility members that had experimented on his cousin whom he had only just learned, but they were being saved for Nomu-ification.

Currently, Tomura was standing over the excavated site that once housed his old home. The home of his old life that he now gladly left behind. However, he frowned as he remembered a few tender faces that he still held onto fondly.

"Mom...Grandma...Grandpa...Hana-Chan...Sorry, I couldn't be a Hero but Father didn't want that for me..."

Tomura then frowned bitterly as he recalled his father, Kotaro Shimura. The man forbade him from ever wanting to be a Hero like he had originally dreamed of being with his sister, Hana. Countless times, Tomura recounted how his father forced him to sit outside the house until he apologized, leaving him to sob and wonder why his father hated him so much.

"Father...now I realize the truth...it was because of Grandma, wasn't it?"

Tomura noticed something under his foot and saw the picture of his father as a child, hugging a beautiful woman whose outfit signified she was Hero. That triggered another bitter memory as he instinctively touched his cheek, the one his father had slapped on that dark day.

Do you really want to know what heroes are?! They're people who hurt their own families... only to help complete strangers!"

That was the day his eyes were opened. As much as he relished in ripping his father apart with his newly-manifested Quirk that day, he now realized that his words held truth in them.

"Yeah, you were right about one thing, Father...Heroes hurt the people who love them...Because where were the Heroes when I was alone after you and everyone else died?"

Tomura delicately picked up the broken picture, making sure not to accidentally destroy it with his Quirk. Frowning in dissatisfaction, he tore it in half, separating the child from the mother in it before crumbling both in his hands and letting his Quirk do the rest.

"Grandma...don't worry...I hate you too."

A portal then opened, his master stepping out. The man who had saved him when nobody else would.

"Tomura, you really should let me know when you leave."

The boy ignored that.

"What are we going to do with Cousin Izu? I'd LOVE to have him a Co-op player, but after all the shit those...those...fuckers put him through?"

All for One placed a hand on his apprentice's shoulder. "Trust me, my boy, you will need to channel that anger into something that will progress your growth. Especially since several of them will make decent Nomu."

"Yeah, hopefully, the Doc puts in [Super Regeneration] on most of them. I want to have as much fun as I can with them before we sic 'em on All-Might."

"Of course, my boy. Everything I do is for your sake, after all..."

Three Years Later, UA Campus...

An odd couple walked by the famous hero academy's campus: One of them was the school principal, an unidentified mammal in a suit with a scar across his face and a friendly smile. This was Nedzu, one of the smartest beings on the planet.

The other was a woman of breath-taking beauty and a natural motherly aura to her. This hid her incredible power, which probably would've made her the #1 hero in the world if she had cared for such things. This was Mamako Oosuki, the Motherly Hero and Nedzu's wife.

"This is where it'll be." Nezu beamed. "Each student gets their own room, one year gets two floors with shared living spaces and kitchenette..."

Mamako beamed at her husband's delight at the idea of a dormitory at UA; it would save students time and give them a space of their own while they trained to become saviors of the world. However, it was incredibly hard to convince parents to let their children move in, a notion Mamako understood all too well with her own son.

Speaking of said son, he was currently sleeping after a rougher day at school and kendo training.

Nezu suddenly tensed, his wife following in suit.

"...You want high or low?" She asked.

"Low." Nedzu mused. "It's amusing to pull off the David and Goliath and Badass Adorable bits."

Mamko giggled as they turned around and made their way to what had gotten their attention, but for different reasons. For Nedzu, it was animal instincts telling him someone had approached his territory. For Mamako, it was because she had felt something else...

What they found broke their hearts: A green-haired, freckled boy, unconscious on the floor, with a briefcase next to him.

They knew who it was; the so-called 'Firestarter', Izuku Midoriya. The so-called 'monstrous brat' so many were glad vanished. But to them? He was a scared little boy with great power and no one to teach him how to use it, like a disturbing amount of youth in the world.

And the sight was even more heartbreaking. He looked like he had been put through all nine circles of Hell and then dragged through them backward. He had changed as well, dragon scales decorating parts of his body including his cheeks, arms, and hands, the latter of which ended in smooth claws.

With tears in her eyes, Mamako quickly and gently picked the boy up as Nedzu used a bobby pin he kept on him to pick the lock of the suitcase. Its contents included at least two fortunes, paperwork to enroll the boy...and a recorded message.

"Keep him safe and happy. Show those fools he and those like him have potential dwarfing that of your precious Symbol of Peace. If needed, more money will come into your possession."

Nedzu would've ignored this under other circumstances. He knew who was doing this and had an inkling as to why; he had researched the Midoriya family and along with Toshinori Yagi (the secret identity of Japan's #1 Hero, All-Might), had uncovered a dark truth about them. But the genius of his mind, along with some spitefulness of the current hero society and the committee, saw the merits of this..including that it gave him the excuse he needed to set up a dormitory

"Darling? Put the boy to bed and then call...'You Know Who'. Tell them I'm implementing Sanctuary whether the Committee likes it or not and a dorm will be up in two days."

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Devil Dragon Stand Knight A/N:

And so begins the reboot of my and Mrotrax's pet project; Class Sanctuary! Hope this excites you and be sure to look forward to the amazing crossovers this story will have!

The stories that this one has inspired will be an old story that I regret deleting as well as Firestarter by StevenTLawson and Type-2 Hero! The latter of which can only be read on AO3, so check that out if you can!

Take it away, Mrotrax!

Mrotrax A/N:

FANTASTIC WORK BUDDY!

Hope you readers like the start of this remake; DDSK and I have great fondness for this story and have grand plans for making it stand out. As you can tell, this version is far more brutal than the previous two, but rest assured it is not just wanton violence here; we shall be incorporating some humor where appropriate and romantic and bonding moments will play a bigger part

Until next time? Stay safe, read and review, would ye kindly?