After their encounter with Chisaki the two heroes in training met up with Nighteye and Bubble Girl.
Izuku wasn't listening to the others as they spoke. The war drumming of his quirks filling his ears.
They called out for him to destroy that bastard to take his quirk, to kill him with it, to stop him before he hurt that girl again, to stop him before he killed her, to stop him before he killed Them.
"Midoriya."
Nighteye said touching his shoulder.
'It's him he'll hurt you just like before!.'
A voice whispered in his ear.
Izuku smacked the hand away. Not even seeing who it was.
Pale hands tightly gripped black hair. As he fell to his knees.
"Chisaki hurt her... just like Tomunii hurt me."
Anger filled emerald eyes glared unseeingly at whatever was in front of him.
"And I did nothing!"
He said venom pouring from every word.
Mirio looked at Izuku his face covered in a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"Sir what does he mean?"
Bubble Girl asked the thing that Mirio didn't have the courage to.
The dark green haired man looked down at the black haired kleptomaniac.
"It's none of your business to know."
The suit wearing he said as he slowly kneeled in front of the raven haired child.
"Vil... Midoriya you should calm down."
He said slowly placing a hand gingerly on the boy's shoulder. Making sure to use all five of his fingers.
"You're safe and I do not believe that Chisaki hurt this girl the same way that man hurt you."
Slowly Izuku's eyes focused on the yellow irises of the hero.
He let go of his hair and let his hands drop to the ground.
Nighteye seeing that Izuku had calmed down stood up and gave the boy some space.
The lanky hero turned to the blond.
"Help Midoriya back to the office. I believe you have had enough field experience for the day."
Mirio nodded and slowly helped the black haired kleptomaniac to his feet.
They then left the two pros behind.
Bubble Girl turned to the future seeing hero.
"Sir I know you said it's not my business... but the way he reacted... it's almost like-."
"Like it's not of your business."
The far taller pro said interrupting the blue skinned woman.
He glared over his glasses at her.
"Midoriya's trauma is not something I am permitted to divulge."
The dark green haired man turned away from her. Stuffing his hands into his pockets as he did.
"But if there is absolutely no choice. I will tell you."
On Monday class resumed as usual. Though Bakugou and Todoroki looked like they had their shit kicked in.
Throughout the week Izuku wasn't able to focus on the class work. Be it normal school related stuff or part of the main hero course.
He could think of nothing but the voice that had whispered in his ear.
It was the only thing he could hear. Even over the overwhelming beat of the war drum that rose from his chest.
Before he finally decided that he needed to speak with someone about it.
"All Might? He's out jogging."
Midnight said in a apparently seductive pose.
Izuku nodded and looked out the window.
A quirk burned in his chest as he activated it. Almost as if it was impatient to be used.
He blinked hard.
And when he reopened his eyes he was outside of the school building.
Toshinori was jogging in a attempt to get some form of muscle in his emaciated form.
When a loud voice yelled out to him.
"All Might!"
The retired hero stopped jogging and turned around to see his successor.
"Young Midoriya?"
Sunken eyes widened in surprise.
"I need to talk to you about something... important."
The two were sitting at a bench.
"So what is it Young Midoriya?"
Izuku stared at his hands thinking for a few moments before he spoke.
"I... I think my quirks... are speaking to me."
The blond looked at his successor.
"They're speaking to you?"
He scratched his bony chin thinking.
"There are theories that quirks are related to one's soul."
He closed his sunken in eyes.
"One For All itself created a impression of their former wielder's soul and those impressions can speak to the current wielder to give guidance."
All Might opened his eyes looking at his successor.
"But All For One is a unique quirk. The quirks you've stolen may have a shred of the sentience that belonged to their former owners."
Izuku rubbed his thumbs.
"I used to be able to speak with the former wielders I even spoke with my uncle quite a bit. But I stopped hearing their advice after I stole all of my Father's quirks."
The retired hero crossed his arms.
"One For All was born through the fusion of a stockpiling quirk and your uncle's original quirk."
He stood and turned to his successor.
"So your version of All For One and One For All may have become one. Creating something entirely new."
Izuku stood and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Maybe... maybe I should meditate... and look within my quirk."
Bright green eyes looked down to his feet.
"For answers... whatever they may be."