Izuku lay against the cold concrete of the rainy zone. Blood pooled from the bullet wounds in his body, and his eyes were slowly starting to get very, very heavy.

"Sir? We've located target Alpha, we're bringing him in now," a masculine voice said.

Izuku couldn't see them, but he could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps creeping closer to him, and he felt that familiar fear creep into the bottom of his stomach.

Izuku closed his eyes. Right now, he just wanted to remember them, not the people who were about to take him away.

'How the hell did this happen to me?' Izuku asked himself.

Kyouka sighed as the morning dew rested against her face. She liked getting to class before everyone else; it gave her time to collect her thoughts and give her ears a bit of a break.

Having super-hearing was both a blessing and a curse for Kyouka: it'd make her a great recon hero, but she also couldn't fucking stand it when people yelled. It's part of the reason she didn't like Katsuki.

I mean yeah, she could temporarily reduce how powerful her hearing was, but only with a bit of warning, and when Denki started blasting EDM at one in the morning, she didn't exactly get any of that.

"Good morning, Kyouka," Izuku said quietly. That didn't really stop her from jumping though, seeing as he appeared behind her out of nowhere.

"Morning, Izuku," Kyouka greeted back after settling her nerves. She looked over his body once, noticing that the black wool gloves he usually wore were absent.

Izuku chuckled as he noticed her staring. "Eh, everybody already saw it yesterday. There's no point in hiding it," he explained.

"And how do you feel about that, them knowing about your arm I mean?" Kyouka asked.

"I don't know; I suppose as long as they don't know about them, I feel fine." Izuku shrugged.

"So, is there a reason you straight up jumpscared me?"

"Huh? Oh, I just wanted to thank you for looking after Chihaya and Sayori yesterday," Izuku answered.

"You've thanked me enough, really. Plus I did love babysitting them," Kyouka admitted with a blush.

"Hm, I could tell. That was the first time I've ever seen you play guitar for anyone but me, Setsuna, or Ochako," Izuku said with a smile.

"Well, they kept asking and I didn't wanna say 'no,'" Kyouka mumbled.

"I'm not sure how I feel about you turning Sayori into a punk. Chihaya's already probably gonna be a rebellious handful when she's older," Izuku joked.

Kyouka grinned at this. "Oh don't you worry, I'm gonna have that girl studded out in leather jackets and band t-shirts by the time she's fifteen."

A moment of silence followed that before Izuku began to grin as well.

"I hope you realize that you just implied you'll be a constant presence in her life until she's at least a teenager."

Kyouka could tell that her entire body just went red, "Oh, well would you look at that, we're already in the classroom. We better get ready for homeroom," she stammered.

"Homeroom doesn't start for another hour Kyo."


"Good morning, little shits," Shouta groggily greeted, hopping up to the podium. "Today we'll be choosing your class representative."

Almost instantly, the entire class erupted and began to loudly shout about what a good representative they'd be, and even Ochako joined in on it.

"Settle down, settle down," Shouta groaned, silencing the class. "I don't care how you do it; just pick a class rep and a vice rep before the end of homeroom."

"Mr. Aizawa! Wouldn't it be a good idea to hold an election?" Tenya suggested.

"Like I said, I don't care how you do it. As long as it doesn't involve fighting each other to see who's the strongest, go nuts," Shouta reiterated before slumping against the ground and falling asleep.

"If we hold an election, what's to stop people from just voting for themselves?" Mina asked.

"Nothing. But it's the only truly fair way to do this." Tenya reached into his bag and pulled out a red baseball cap. "Now, everybody find something to write a name on and place it in here."

After about ten minutes, all the votes were cast. After Tenya had them counted, he held up two slips of paper in the air.

"The winner of vice representative is Momo Yaoyorozu, with two votes," Tenya announced.

"That's disheartening," said girl mumbled.

"And the winner of class representative, with a whopping three votes, is…" Tenya paused, probably for dramatic effect, "Setsuna Tokage."

"...Huh?"


Setsuna dropped her tray on Izuku's table and plopped down right in front of him, glaring at him silently.

"Hi Setsuna."

"Why'd you vote for me?"

"Voting was supposed to be anonymous; how could you know?" Izuku asked back.

"Because you, Ochako, and Kyouka are the only ones who would've voted for me. So why'd you vote for me?" Setsuna didn't sound angry or anything; she just sounded genuinely confused.

Izuku moved his food to the side and rested his elbows against the table. "Setsuna, you are a natural leader. Even when we were kids, you always took charge in whatever we were doing."

"Ok, so I'm assertive; that doesn't make me a good candidate for something this important," Setsuna argued.

"I wouldn't call that assertiveness, although you have a wealth of that. Setsuna, you're a natural born leader, but sometimes you only do the bare minimum to get by, so I just wanted to make sure that you were putting your talents to good use," Izuku explained.

Setsuna was about to argue with him more when a klaxon alarm began blaring through the entire cafeteria.

Izuku turned to a third-year student fleeing from the cafeteria and grabbed him by the upper arm. "The hell is happening?!" he yelled above the alarm.

"That's a code six security breach. Someone just destroyed the U.A. gate," the third year hurriedly explained before dashing towards the exit.

Immediately, Izuku's mind filled with dread and anger. He grabbed Setsuna and began to pull her out of the cafeteria.

"We need to get to my girls, they're back at the dorms. They may have a teacher guarding them, but they won't be enough to stop them," Izuku yelled.

The second they stepped out into the hallway they were trapped in a sea of students, pushing and shoving their way by each other, trying to get out of the building.

After a minute of not moving a single inch, Izuku's breath began to grow rapid and shallow, signaling his growing rage.

Before Izuku could use his anger-filled super strength to break through the crowd, Setsuna's hand laid against his shoulder.

"Izuku, it's just a bunch of assholes with cameras," she told him, her cheek pressed against the window.

Izuku felt his rage die down to the familiar buzzing in the back of his mind.

"So how do we get them to calm down?" Setuna asked over the crowd.

"I don't know, but all this shoving is making me angry," Izuku grumbled.

"Shit... Izuku, throw my head," Setsuna ordered.

"Do what?"

"Throw my head!" To emphasize her point, Setsuna detached her head and plopped it into his hands.

Izuku shrugged and nodded at her before chucking her head into the air, where it began to float and catch students' attention.

"Everybody shut up and listen!" Setsuna yelled, causing anybody who wasn't paying attention to her to stop and look up.

"It's just the media! There's no present danger; now everybody go back to wherever you came from and continue doing what you were doing!"

The students took turns looking out the window and then feeling embarrassed before returning to the cafeteria or their homerooms.

Izuku walked up and caught Setsuna's head when it dropped, then reattached it to her neck and smirked, "See, natural born leader. Just like I said."

Setsuna smiled at that.


"So, what kind of deal do you want to make here, director?"

"Don't play coy with me here, Aiko. You know what I want."

"First, that's not my name. Second, I want to hear you say it. Give this old bag of bones something to laugh about."

"Ugh. You let my soldiers join your little operation and recapture our subject, as well as his children, and we'll let you go free," the director sighed over the phone.

All for One chuckled over the phone, almost to the point of a coughing fit. "Your men will be set up in the rainy area. You can keep most of these 'subjects,' but I want that white-haired girl."

"That's not the deal!" The director yelled.

"Then I guess we don't have a deal. Maybe I'll just take all of these subjects for myself, I could have some use for them," All for One countered.

"...Would you settle for the subject with the clay quirk?" the director offered.

"Hmm, a girl who could transform into any weapon I please... Yes, I think I can settle for that."


"Hey, where are the girls?" Ochako asked as Izuku sat down next to her.

Class 1-A was on a bus headed to the USJ, where they were going to be put through rescue drills with their homeroom teacher and another teacher who remained a mystery.

"I left them at the 1-B dorms. They're being guarded by some of the off-duty teachers," Izuku answered.

"I thought you wanted to show them rescue drills?"

"I did, but I just felt like it was a bad day to do it. I don't know what, but something in my stomach is telling me to keep them away from the USJ," Izuku said.

Ochako giggled. "I think that may just be your paternal instincts."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Izuku, it's U.A; they're not gonna let anything bad happen to us," Ochako said in an attempt to reassure him.

"I hope you're right," Izuku mumbled.

Ochako, seeing that his mind was still shrouded in a dark cloud, leaned in a little closer to him, "You haven't changed since we were kids," she laughed.

"I beg to differ," Izuku whispered.

"Not like that. I mean you're still just as protective as you were when we were little. Hell, you were basically my personal nurse when I first got my quirk," Ochako explained.

"You kept touching yourself with all five fingers. Then you'd let yourself fall and scrape up your knees," Izuku chuckled, remembering back to when he was small.

"I'd always ask you to clean me up. Your mom made you carry a medical kit around everywhere you went."

"Don't forget how you'd always make me hug you until you stopped crying."

Ochako's cheeks grew red, and she attempted to hide them behind her hands. "Oh god, I'd hoped that you had forgotten about that."

"Nah, I don't forget. Remembering stuff like that was all that kept me going in the hellhole. Well that and my girls." Izuku smiled as he pulled her hands out of her face.


Izuku could hear Thirteen talking, but he wasn't paying attention to her; his eyes were focused on the center of the USJ.

His internal sense of danger was going off like crazy, a voice in the back of his head was screaming to get himself and everybody else out of the building as fast as he could.

'Fuck this; something is definitely wrong here,' Izuku thought to himself. Before he could turn around and tell everybody to leave, he felt the ground disappear from under him.

His back slammed into hard asphalt and rain crashed down onto Izuku's face. Activating his rage, he rolled onto his stomach and tried to stand up before something ripped through his calf.

Izuku screamed as his hand flew to the back of his leg, feeling the blood pouring out. Once again, he tried to get on his feet, and a bullet punched through his shoulder blade, then the right side of his body.

More and more bullets drilled their way into his body, his arms, his legs, and one even grazed his neck. Even in his rage mode, the bullets tore through his body like nothing, which let Izuku know exactly who was shooting at him.

Izuku lay against the cold concrete of the rainy zone. Blood pooled from the bullet wounds in his body, and his eyes were slowly starting to get very, very heavy.

"Sir? We've located target Alpha; we're bringing him in now," a masculine voice said.

Izuku couldn't see them, but he could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps creeping closer to him, and he felt that familiar fear creep into the bottom of his stomach.

Izuku closed his eyes. Right now, he just wanted to remember them, not the people who were about to take him away.

'How the hell did this happen to me?' Izuku asked himself.

"Good, now locate his daughters. They can't be far."

Izuku's eyes snapped open. He definitely knew who they were now, and he definitely knew they couldn't leave this area.

Especially not alive.

The red in his irises began to spread into the rest of his eyes, as well as darken until there was nothing but crimson. On top of that, cracks began to form on his face that branched off from his eyes. The cracks leaked out an eerie red glow.

'Initializing... Allowing access to taser fingertips and riot shield attachments,'

Get ready for a fucking bloodbath come next chapter buckos, I finally have my vigor for this story back and I'm excited about the way it's heading. Discord Links:

Epsi's Hoard: https/discord.gg/enz3cHPFJ8

LoM: https/discord.gg/5TbXQr4JxS

That's it for now, Peace.