Izuku couldn't believe his eyes his uncle the man who inspired him to leave his father.
Who inspired him to escape the pain of living with Tomura.
That led him to his path of destroying everything his father stood for.
Was standing before him and he looked like the picture his father had of when they were in their prime.
Straight white hair, lanky, sunken cheeks, and a sad look constantly in his eyes even when happy.
The exact opposite of his father.
His father had curly deep black hair, is tall and powerfully built, with a handsome face, and a constant happy look in his eyes.
That was why he gravitated towards his uncle.
Once he learned of the evil his father committed everyday and the pain he forced his son to inflict upon others.
"Hey you alright Izuku?"
Izuku looking at the thin man quirked a brow.
"How do you know my name?"
Lips pulled back from his teeth in an attempt at a smile.
"I'm your uncle kid how would I not know your name?"
This answer just made Izuku quirked brow raise higher.
"But you've been dead for years!"
His uncle's lips pulled further back in a attempt at a larger smile.
"Not in One For All I'll explain it all to you follow me."
The lanky male stood up and led his smaller nephew towards an old house.
Once inside the house his uncle pointed to the many doors in the hall.
"Each door holds the memories of each user of my quirk after they gained it."
Spreading his arms the man gestured to the entire home.
"This place represents One For All itself this is actually my childhood home."
"What about the place we were before?"
Looking at the smaller male the elder attempted a smirk.
"That was your mind you know for Mikumo's kid it's pretty empty."
"Hey!"
Ruffling the shorter males hair to show he was joking the elder continued.
"You were pulled into here because something nearly killed you the same happened to your predecessor when he nearly died facing my brother."
The elder gained a hard look in his eyes looking at the younger.
"Care to explain why you put that garbage into your body?"
Izuku looked away not wanting to tell the truth.
But he decided that since the man's memories and basically his soul was apart of him now he may as well know.
"It helps me forget everything Tomura did to me."
"What exactly did my grandson do to you?"
A new voice entered the fray coming from the only female user of One For All and his possible mother.
"Nana shimura?"
"Yeah that's me so what did my grandson do?"
He couldn't speak the words wouldn't come out and he didn't want them to.
Didn't want the woman who was more than likely his mother learn what his possible nephew did to him.
"Isn't it obvious my student from the way the brat acts he was raped."
Her smile faltered.
"My grandson?"
Izuku nodded the words wouldn't come to him.
They moved on from that conversation his uncle not mentioning the drug use any further.
Nana and Roku as he learned the sixth user was named faded back into their doors.
The seventh user looked as if she would collapse into tears at any second.
"So what is your name anyway uncle?"
"It's Shinichi Izuku."
Nodding Izuku looked out across the white expanse of his mind.
"You asked me a question now may I asked you one."
Izuku looked at his uncle thinking and then nodded.
"Sure."
"Why don't you use your real name?"
This wasn't a question the boy had been anticipating.
"I chose to use a false name until my father and Tomura are jailed for their crimes."
His uncle nodded and looked at the white expanse.
The entire world shook and began breaking apart.
"It looks like your waking up."
Izuku nodded.
"Hey Izuku If you ever need a shoulder to lean on I'm here for you."
The white haired male pulled his nephew into a tight hug.
"I love you kid."
He hadn't heard those words in years and he began crying.
"I love you two uncle."
And as they hugged the world that represented Izuku's unconscious mind within One For All faded to black.
Stars twinkled in the darkness tens, of hundreds, of thousands.
Each was a quirk each was stolen from their owner.
They swirled in a tornado consuming Izuku devouring him whole.
Emerald eyes slowly opened staring at the roof of his room.
Petite form aching he placed the syringe in its case and it hid it beneath his bed.
Saving it for another day.