This AU follows Izuku Midoriya who never meets All Might or saves Bakugo from the sludge villain. He has grown through high school and still does not seem to have a quirk. Class 1-A and B have continued training and the LOV has proceeded to attack just like in the manga. However, everything that happens during the Overhaul arc has not occurred yet. The characters are just older and time has shifted. It's time to find out what Izuku's been up to all these years...

There will be OC's introduced, special chapters dedicated to other characters, but most of all, Izuku's journey to becoming a hero in his own way. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 14: Sir Nighteye vs. Jun Hanata

When All Might told Izuku he wanted to introduce him to an old friend, Izuku thought he meant in person. But as he stepped into his office, he realized All Might was sitting at his computer talking to someone through the screen.

"Ah, here he comes right now," All Might turned from the computer and waved Izuku over.

"Good morning young Midoriya! This is the person I was telling you about. He's a good friend of mine. We used to work together. He was my best sidekick," All Might explained.

Izuku's eyes widened. He remembered seeing pictures of All Might and his sidekick when they were younger circulating online.

The man on the screen laughed. "Oh, stop it Toshi. You flatter me too much."

"It's true! His name is David Shield and he now works on I-island as a scientist who researches quirks," All Might beamed.

Izuku sat down next to him and waved at the camera shyly. "Um, hi. It's really nice to meet you."

David Shield smiled and waved back. He had light brown hair that was messily arranged around his head and black square glasses that were slipping off his nose. His big blue eyes seemed to be darting all over the place as if he was doing two things at once. Izuku could tell he was in some sort of lab based on the huge machines and test tubes behind him. He also wore an oversized lab coat that had some kind of purple stain along the edges.

"Wow, you were right Toshinori, his hair really does look like broccoli," David laughed.

Broccoli? Izuku stared at himself in the tiny camera and sank further into the seat.

All Might turned red. He gave Izuku an apologetic smile and then cleared his throat. "I was just telling David here about the peculiarity of your quirk, Midoriya. He said he might be able to help you learn more about it."

Izuku's eyes widened as he moved closer to the screen.

"Really?"

David nodded happily. "Sure! It's basically what I do. Toshi promised he'd come visit me soon, so he can just bring me some of your DNA while he's here."

"Like a strand of my hair or something?"

"Hair, spit, urine. Anything really. The bigger the sample, the better," David grinned.

"I'd prefer the hair," All Might whispered.

Izuku bit his lip to hide the smile that had started forming. He had to stop himself from getting too excited however because he still didn't understand why All Might was doing any of this. Izuku wasn't his friend or his student, and they had only met each other a few days ago. Why was the Symbol of Peace so interested in helping someone like him?

"Is it really okay, though?" Izuku rubbed the back of his neck as he remembered when they had had breakfast together last week. It seemed so long ago, but the conversation was still fresh in his mind. All Might's questions were just another addition to his nightly thoughts as he had lied awake in his hospital bed. These days, he found it harder to sleep. Izuku was glad he was finally allowed to go home though and figured he would rest easier in his nice, warm bed.

"Hm?" All Might turned to look at him.

"I mean, what if I really am quirkless? I don't want to waste Mr. Shield's time. He looks really busy over there," Izuku watched as one of the machines behind David started rattling dangerously. Steam seemed to come out from the sides, but the scientist didn't seem to have noticed. Some of the others in the room with him started freaking out though and rushed over to press some buttons and flip a switch.

Izuku stared at his lap. He was getting ahead of himself. David Shield probably had a bunch of research projects lined up that were much more important than helping him.

"Are you kidding me? I haven't seen Toshinori this excited in ages. He usually never calls anymore. And even if he only did to ask me for the favor, I was just happy to hear his voice again," David shouted over the noise.

Excited? Izuku wondered, staring up at his idol. Even in his skinny form, he still left Izuku breathless.

All Might's face didn't change when David spoke that but his eyes seemed to flicker over to something on the desk. Izuku turned and followed his gaze. It was a thin folder. All Might cleared his throat.

"Ah, you know I was going to visit you soon. I'd never forget about you, David."

David laughed and shrugged. "Mhm. You've been saying that for the past ten years, Toshi. But it's okay, I get it. You were busy doing hero work. And Midoriya–"

Izuku looked up.

"–don't worry about it, kid. I'm more than happy to help you out!"

Izuku relaxed a little.

"Well, then it's settled. Midoriya will give me some of his hair and I'll take it with me this weekend when I fly over to visit," All Might clasped his hands together.

David nodded as he wiped his glasses on his coat. Some of the purple goo got on his lenses and Izuku tried to warn him about it but David started talking again.

"Great! Oh and don't forget to bring over some of the taro candies I like. They don't sell them on the island anymore and I'm tired of paying those ridiculous shipping fees," David grumbled.

All Might agreed and waved at the screen. "I'll bring you a whole year's worth of them. Bye David, tell Melissa I can't wait to see her again."

"I will. Bye, Toshinori! It was nice meeting you broccoli kid," David winked as he waved at the screen before it went blank.

Izuku continued staring even after it went dark. There it was again. Did his hair really look like broccoli to other people? He would have to ask his mom about it later. Not Kiho though. Knowing her, she'd take the insult and run.

"Ahem," All Might stared at Izuku expectantly.

Izuku furrowed his brows. "Um, yes?"

Before Izuku could say anything else, All Might reached over and plucked a strand of hair from his head. He twirled it in his fingers and then put it in a tiny plastic bag.

"Ow," Izuku mumbled, rubbing at the sore spot. It didn't hurt as badly as falling from a two-story building while it was on fire, but Iuku wasn't sure how he should react. All Might gave him a wink and then pocketed the item. "Sorry about that. There was just no way I was going to take David a cup full of your pee."

Izuku let out a nervous laugh. "Right! Of course. And I would never give you my pee. I mean, well if it came down to it and you had to get it for, I don't know, hero purposes, obviously, I would, but even then I would hesitate and–"

All Might placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Relax, young man. I understand, don't worry."

Izuku gave him a half-smile. He felt like all the air had left his body again. All Might's hand was on his shoulder. All Might was touching him. The first thing he was going to do when he got home was frame his t-shirt. Or at least that's what he would have down if this had happened four years ago.

When Izuku didn't relax, All Might quickly let go of him and stood up. "Well, you're free to go now. I'll be back Monday afternoon but David will be contacting you personally once he finishes up the analysis. I gave him your contact information too, I hope that's okay–"

"Why are you helping me?"

It was hard to keep his voice steady, but Izuku tried his best. He wasn't going to leave without getting an answer. They stared at each other for a while until All Might looked away.

"If you think I'm only going to I-island because of you, you're wrong. I had already planned to meet up with David and go over some personal matters. Helping you just fit along the way," All Might explained.

"Yes, but why?" Izuku sat up in his seat. He continued watching All Might's face, searching his face for clues. Where was the excitement David Shield had mentioned? Why was All Might so invested in him?

"You don't have to do this," he continued. "We barely met. You said what I did was stupid–"

"Yes and I still think it was. But it would be even stupider to let you continue figuring things out on your own. As a hero, I don't just help rescue others from natural disasters or villains. It's also my job to help keep you safe from yourself," All Might turned towards him.

From myself? Izuku followed the scars on his hands with his eyes. The faint white lines looked like spiderwebs.

"Have you even thought about the repercussions of your quirk, Midoriya?"

Izuku turned red and shook his head. He had been so focused on trying to replicate the feeling he had experienced that morning, that the actual mechanics of his so-called "quirk" had gone over his head. Plus, between the medication-induced sleep and the lack of it because he was up thinking about Eri and his student's safety, Izuku hadn't gotten far in terms of analysis.

"It's not like I haven't been thinking about it… I guess I just didn't want to believe it was real," he admitted quietly.

That much was true. He had never heard of an 18-year-old manifesting a quirk, especially after the doctors told him he didn't have one. It all came down to bone structure and Izuku just wasn't blessed with any ability.

All Might's laughter echoed throughout the room and for a moment, Izuku thought he saw his form flicker as if wanting to change back to the large version of himself everyone had grown up watching. "Oh, young man. Even after all that happened, you still doubt yourself?"

Izuku shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean, how many 18-year-olds do you know of that suddenly manifest a quirk?"

"Yes, I see your point. But you can't look back at the event and tell me what you did wasn't due to a quirk, right?" All Might raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe it was just some kind of hysterical strength on steroids," Izuku laughed half-heartedly.

All Might sighed. "Hm. Could it have something to do with your parent's abilities?"

Izuku shrugged. "My mom can pull small objects towards her. Nothing major. It's pretty cool but she doesn't really use it."

"And your dad?" All Might asked. There was something else in his voice at that moment, but Izuku didn't pay it any attention.

"Oh, he can breathe fire. But he also doesn't use it either. I mean, not that I know of. He's been overseas for a while," Izuku thought back to the last time he had seen his dad and found the mental image blurry. It was hard to picture what Hisashi Midoriya looked like now, considering all Izuku had to go off were photos his mom had hung up in the living room.

Izuku could have sworn he heard All Might exhale when he finished speaking.

"And you haven't told them about it? Your quirk, I mean."

Izuku shook his head. "No. I haven't told anyone. Like I said, I wasn't even sure I had one. I can't really explain it but the feeling I got while saving Kota is gone now. It was a weird sensation that made my body really warm but from the inside. I also couldn't feel any pain while I smashed through the wall, and everything felt like it was happening in slow motion."

All Might narrowed his eyes at something on the desk. It was the folder from before. "Hm, and you're sure you had never felt that sensation before in your life? Could you compare it to anything else?"

Izuku made a fist and then let it go when nothing happened. "No."

All Might gave Izuku a pat on the head. "Don't worry about it, Midoriya. With David's report, hopefully, things will make a lot more sense."

Izuku silently agreed.

"Until then though, I wouldn't recommend trying to experiment on your own. If your injuries were caused by your quirk, there's no telling what will happen if you use it again."

Izuku nodded slowly. It's not like he would be able to anyway. The feeling was gone. It was disappointing. There he was, with a possible quirk inside his body, and he didn't know how to use it.

"You're right. I just have to be patient. Thanks again for all your help, All Might. It really means a lot coming from someone like you," Izuku said as he got up from the couch and walked over to the door.

"Of course! Are you sure you don't want a ride back home? I can take you before I head to the airport," All Might offered from the other side of the room.

Izuku gave him a grateful smile as he shook his head. "You've done more than enough already, All Might. Have a great time on I-island, I'll see you when you get back," and with that, he walked out the door.

—

Izuku closed the door to All Might's office slowly, letting out the breath he had been holding. It was so hard not to revert back to his fourteen-year-old self whenever he was around him. He found it frustrating that that part of himself he had so desperately tried to bury was now trying to climb back out. It's why he had turned down his offer to drive him home. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hang around All Might without freaking him out.

He also had to remind himself that nothing had changed. Izuku was still the same person he had been before the accident. Even if he had a quirk now, it didn't mean he would get to act all buddy-buddy around All Might. After all, he still didn't know how his quirk worked or how to control it. He had gotten lucky. That was it. That was all it was.

Izuku had gotten lucky and All Might was just doing his job. Like he had said, he was just trying to protect him from himself.

With that final thought, Izuku turned around and headed to the elevator. He considered the possibility of exploring more of the UA grounds, but he was hungry and he wanted to go home. Maybe one day he would come back, but right now he had to focus on the road ahead.

Izuku pressed the down button and waited. The elevator dinged and he was about to walk in when it opened to reveal three familiar faces. Mandalay, Nezu, and…

"Kota!" Izuku cried, rushing over to him. His lungs still hurt when he moved faster than normal, but he didn't let that stop him.

The younger boy's eyes widened when he saw Izuku and he quickly dove behind Mandalay's legs. She let out a quiet laugh. "Whoa, I didn't think we'd run into you so soon, Midoriya!"

Izuku grinned. "What are you doing here?" he stepped back to give her space as she walked out. Principal Nezu was right behind them, his nose twitched as he looked up and waved.

"They came to check on you! But it looks like you're all better now," Nezu exclaimed.

Izuku nodded eagerly, still trying to make eye contact with Kota. His arm was in a cast and he had a few scratches on his face, but other than that he looked fine. Izuku had been wondering when he would get to see him again.

"I got discharged today but I had to talk to All Might about something before I went home," Izuku explained.

"Oh? So, he told you already?" Mandalay asked excitedly.

"Told me what?" Izuku frowned.

"After Mandalay explained what happened with Kota, and hearing about the tragic fate of your school's building, Mandalay suggested you could continue teaching Hero Analytics here on campus," Nezu beamed.

Izuku's eyes widened and he took a step back. "What? No way."

"Yes, way!" Mandalay cheered. "It was Kota's idea anyway," she added with a wink.

Kota let out a tiny squeak and turned away from them, staring at the wall. Izuku crouched down to his level and tilted his head to see him better.

"Is that true, Kota?"

Kota quickly looked up at him, nodded, and then looked away again. His entire face had gone red. It matched the new shoes he wore. Izuku noticed they looked a lot like his old ones.

"He also came by to apologize for being such a brat. Ahem, go on now," Mandalay narrowed her eyes at him and shoved Kota towards Izuku. This time, Kota didn't turn away and slowly met Izuku's gaze.

"I'm sorry that I–"

Izuku couldn't help himself. He reached over and pulled Kota close.

"It's okay, Kota. It's okay. I accept your apology. I'm just glad you're safe," Izuku whispered, holding him tighter. Even though Kota didn't hug him back, the little boy stayed in Izuku's arms.

Izuku pulled away after a while and wiped his teary eyes, turning back to look at Nezu and Mandalay. "Are you sure I can bring my students here? I don't want to inconvenience any of you and I still don't know if their parents will want them to be far away given all that's happened," Izuku sighed.

Nezu nodded. "The campus is really secure! We'd have heroes on staff at all times, of course. And we could even appoint a couple to escort the students home once classes finished. It's your call though, Midoriya. Just let me know by the end of the week so we can get a classroom ready for ya!"

Izuku felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Okay. I'll talk to their parents and let you know. Thank you so much. All three of you."

Even after they started talking about something else, Izuku couldn't believe what had just happened. He had been prepared to say goodbye to Hero Analytics forever, but this was his chance. He could continue teaching. And at UA, nonetheless. One way or another he had made it here.

Now all he had to do was go see Nighteye again and ask him to see his future. His resolve was still strong and he was determined to continue the search for Eri. Quirk or no quirk, Izuku Midoriya had survived. That had to mean something, right?

—

"This way," a gruff voice instructed as Jun was led into a well-furnished room at the end of the knew what he was doing was wrong. He had already pissed off Shigaraki, and now he ran the risk of angering Overhaul as well. But he had to do this. It was the only way he would be able to get revenge on Izuku Midoriya and mend his relationship with the boss. Only then would Shigaraki ever let him go near him again. Jun's heart skipped a beat. He could only look forward to seeing him again.

Until then though, he was willing to do anything, even if it meant playing pretend.

"Make this quick. I already don't trust you, bastards," Overhaul snapped, stepping into the room with three bodyguards on each side of him. Jun had nothing against the guy, but if Shigaraki hated him, so did he. The metal door swung shut behind him and Jun heard the bolt click.

He looked up and gave Overhaul a big smile.

"I need some of that Quirk-Destroying drug you made."

For a while, no one said anything. Overhaul narrowed his eyes at Jun and then his cronies started laughing. Jun continued smiling though. He had all the time in the world.

"Oh, really, now? You expect me to give you anything after that little stunt you pulled last week? Did the explosion fuck up your mind, kid? I know Shigaraki put you up to this, so go back and tell him his plan didn't work and that it made me even madder," Overhaul frowned. He turned and started walking towards the door when Jun called out to him again.

"Actually, he's not my boss any more. I got fired."

Overhaul stopped but didn't turn around. "And I should care because..?"

Jun's smile widened as he stared at Overhaul's horrendous feathery display on his shoulders. The longer he looked at it, the more he wanted to kill him.

"Because I want to help you."

The men who came with Overhaul started laughing again but Overhaul silenced them with a raise of his hand. He turned his head back slightly to look at Jun from the corner of his eye. "Is this a joke? Because you're wasting my fucking time and I hate that more than anything."

Jun remembered the conversation he had overheard between Midoriya and Lemillion the other day in the cafe. He hadn't thought much about it until now. The League wasn't concerned about Overhaul's twisted agenda. But Izuku Midoriya had ruined everything, so now, he was going to get revenge.

"That little girl is a very important person to you, isn't she, Chisaki?"

Overhaul quickly turned around and glared at Jun. "What the fuck does that have to do with you?"

"Well," Jun played with the strings on his hoodie as he talked, "let's just say there are people looking for her right now."

Overhaul rolled his eyes. "That's a given. What's your point?"

"People who have the ability to see the future. Who will always be one step ahead of you no matter what. Who will find her and take her away from you forever." Jun finally yanked out the string and watched it fall to the floor.

"What's he talking about? The kid's fucked up!" the Hassaikai member on the left commented. Jun noticed his hand was hovering around the katana strapped to his chest.

"What does this have to do with the drug you asked for earlier?" Overhaul asked after a while.

Jun closed his eyes and threw back his head as he laughed. It was a long laugh that made his whole body tremble. He could feel the knives strapped to his body digging into his flesh every time he moved and it felt good.

"He's fucking crazy!" the other goon cried.

"Overhaul, what should we do?" the one with the katana mumbled but Overhaul didn't answer him. Instead, he turned around and started approaching Jun.

Jun wiped his eyes and sat up, the smile returning because he knew he had won.

"We're in a similar position, you and I. We were both wronged by the same hero. Well, you will be too sooner or later–" Jun began but was cut off by Overhaul, as he yanked at his collar and lifted him off the couch.

"Stop playing games and get to the fucking point or I'll kill you," he hissed.

Jun let a giggle escape as he was being choked.

"Let me get him out of the way for you."

"And, in return?" Overhaul growled.

"The League gets to help out again. Everything goes back to the way it was before."

—

"Bubble Girl, where did you put my box of whoopee cushions?" Nighteye asked, crawling out from under his desk. He was in the process of remodeling his office. Boxes and folders overflowing with files littered the floor and made it almost impossible to walk. Only Nighteye's All Might merch was neatly put away in separate containers.

As he looked around the room, he found himself staring at the spot where Izuku Midoriya had stood that day and he let out a long sigh.

How did you beat it? Nighteye wondered, thinking back to the vision of the fire. Was there something he hadn't factored in? Had he stopped watching too soon? Was the blur after the explosion a result of the fire itself? Would he have seen the rest of the event play out if he kept going?

"Bubble Girl?" Nighteye repeated, kicking at a box in frustration.

Reorganizing things was the only way he could distract himself. Even humor wasn't working. So far he had moved everything around his office three times in the past week. But he still wasn't satisfied. Mirio had come by to help too but had left early to go visit Midoriya again.

I should go see him soon and apologize, Nighteye thought as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep since he had seen his future, and now that he knew the boy was alive, Nighteye had lied awake with guilt and confusion. Going over all the possible scenarios in his head. Thinking about the limitations of his own quirk. Especially about what this could mean for All Might.

Nighteye groaned and finally picked himself up off the floor, brushing off the dust from his polka dot tie. He would go see Midoriya soon, right after he talked to Toshi and convinced him to let him see his future again.

"Hello? Anyone out there?" Nighteye sighed. What was Bubble Girl doing? She knew better than to ignore him, especially since he had had the Tickle Machine installed. Why wasn't she answering?

"Tough crowd," Nighteye grumbled, stepping out into the waiting area of the building. There was no one around but the door was wide open.

Nighteye frowned and readjusted his glasses. "Bubble Girl, I thought I told you to close the door after Mirio left," he called out, but there was still no answer. He was about to reach for the handle when he noticed the blood on the floor. Nighteye slowly stepped out into the hallway and froze.

"B–Bubble Girl?"

Bubble Girl's body was slumped against the wall, a knife lodged in her side. Blood was gushing out at a rapid pace and her eyelids were fluttering.

She seemed to look over at him and whispered the words, "Run," before going silent.

"Bubble Girl!" Nighteye cried, rushing over to where her body lay. As he reached out to grab her, however, a figure ran towards him and sliced off his right hand with a knife.

Nighteye watched as ribbons of blood squirted from his open wound and the world started to spin. He heard his dismembered hand hit the floor with a thud and suddenly became aware of how fast his heart was beating in his chest. He let out a tiny gasp of pain, too shocked to scream.

What just happened? Nighteye stumbled backward, staring at his missing hand in horror, as blood dripped down his sleeves and stained his white coat.

"Oops, that wasn't part of the plan. Sorry!" he heard his attacker giggle from behind him. Nighteye barely managed to move out of the way as the figure tried to strike again.

While he jumped back, Nighteye felt the hiss of the cool blade narrowly miss his cheek. He used the momentum to roll across the floor and create some distance between him and the other person. But as Nighteye stumbled to his feet, the pain from the injury started setting in. He had no choice but to lean against the wall for support, hastily reaching inside his pocket and pulling out one of his hyperdensity seals. The seal felt heavy in his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he had had to use them. He didn't like using them.

Nighteye wiped the sweat off his forehead and glared. He had lost his glasses in the struggle and had to squint to make out the person's appearance. "Who are you and why did you kill Bubble Girl?!" he asked through gritted teeth.

The figure straightened and pulled down his hood. Nighteye decided he had to be around Midoriya's age, maybe a little younger. He had messy dark hair that fell in jagged strands over his bloodshot eyes and the oversized hoodie he wore made him look smaller than he probably was. As he walked closer, Nighteye noticed he was covered in what could only be Bubble Girl's blood.

He gripped the seal tighter. "Answer me!"

"Because it was funny." The boy's manic laughter filled the air as he pounced again. Nighteye's body shook with anger and he flung the seal at him with no mercy. It hit the blade of his knife and sent the object flying but the boy kept running towards him as if nothing had happened.

Nighteye tensed and pulled out another seal, aiming for the boy's legs. He had to stop him somehow. But the boy moved so quickly, Nighteye ended up missing again. His seal bounced against the heel of the boy's boot and crashed through the window behind them.

His attacker was now feet away from him, and Nighteye had no choice but to try and grab him. All he had to do was touch a part of his body and he could activate his quirk. However, as Nighteye reached out his good arm and tried to grab his wrist, the boy's hand seemed to disappear inside his sleeve and Nighteye only felt fabric.

"What's wrong? Can't use your quirk?" he taunted, as Nighteye let his sweater go before the boy could harm him. The second time he got close, Nighteye tried to yank his hood towards him, but the boy pulled his head underneath the fabric and disappeared.

He's using his oversized sweater as a way to keep me from activating Foresight, Nighteye frowned. He tried not to think about the immense pain his arm was in, but it was becoming unbearable by the second. In that moment of weakness, the boy seemed to spawn another knife out of nowhere, holding it in his left hand. And in his right…

Nighteye froze. He had a gun.

The boy's creepy smile widened when he noticed Nighteye was looking at him and he cleared his throat. "You probably won't believe me, but I never meant to chop off your hand. I just came by to shoot you."

Nighteye jammed his hand inside his pocket, searching for another seal but found nothing but empty space. He had left the rest inside the office. Shit. Nighteye's eyes shifted over to the open door and his heart sped up. If he could get inside and close the door, he could buy himself some time, call the police, and get more seals.

The boy followed his gaze and scoffed.

"Don't tell me you're already done playing? I was having so much fun, too. Shigaraki normally never lets me go after our victims myself. I always have to stay put because I'm valuable, or whatever–"

Nighteye's eyes widened. "Did you just say, Shigaraki? Are you with the League?" If he had been on edge before, he felt worse now. This boy wasn't just another villain, he was with the League of Villains. The most dangerous organization around. Were there others here with him? Had they started attacking other parts of the city? He thought back to Mirio who was probably on his way to the hospital. Had he made it out before everything went down?

The boy laughed and expertly twirled the knife in his fingertips, before answering. "Not anymore, but I will be soon. Again." He made a face, then continued. "I'm working for someone else right now, but if I told you everything, that would spoil all my plans now, wouldn't it?"

Nighteye felt a wave of nausea overcome him as he heard the boy speak. He looked down and noticed a pool of blood had formed around his feet. He didn't even want to look at his injury.

"Your plans? Who sent you? Why did you come? Why are you attacking me?" His whole body shook as he tried not to focus on the pain from his bloody arm. The boy didn't answer, however. He only gave Nighteye another smile and in less than a second, he started going after him again.

Nighteye looked back at the open door and then back at the boy. He had two weapons in his hands this time and while he hadn't heard him cock the gun yet, he very well could have during their earlier struggle. So which one was he going to use? Knife or gun? Knife or gun? Knife or–

Slash.

The boy was quick, slicing through Nighteye's pant leg at the same time as Nighteye started dashing towards his office. His attack drew blood, splashing at the wall Nighteye had been leaning on just seconds ago.

Nighteye winced and barely managed to get through the door when he felt a sharp sting go through both of his lower legs. As he looked down, he realized the boy had jumped after him, slashing at his ankles until he couldn't walk anymore.

Nighteye held back a yell and dug his knees into the ground, trying to use the uninjured parts of his body to propel himself forward. The phone on Bubble Girl's desk was at arm's reach but the boy stopped him from grabbing it by stabbing the knife into the back of his calf.

This time Nighteye let out a scream. When he felt the boy near him, he whipped his head around, reaching out and grabbing onto his left arm as he went to retrieve the knife. Once he held the boy's skinny wrist, he tried to look into his eyes but the boy seemed like he had anticipated this somehow.

Using his other arm, the boy covered his face. Then, his attacker slammed the butt of the gun right down on Nighteye's outstretched arm until there was a crack. Nighteye clamped down on his tongue from the pain and let go of the boy's arm.

"What's wrong, Sir Nighteye? You should be laughing, I just broke your funny bone!" the boy cackled and skidded to a halt as he leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily.

Nighteye's fresh blood dripped down his face but the boy kept laughing, even as some of it went into his mouth. Nighteye tried to sit up using his elbows but fell on his back, the pain keeping him from using his whole body. The fingers on his left hand still worked but the excruciating pain coming from the inside of his elbow was enough to keep him from wanting to move it again. Meanwhile, his other arm was still losing a lot of blood. He could make out a trail of it on the floor coming from outside.

A sharp pain traveled throughout him when he tried to use his legs instead and he remembered the boy had hurt most of his lower body too. Nighteye looked down at his feet and noticed one of his ankles was gushing with blood. His attacker must have hit a vein.

"You better answer me, boy. Who the hell sent you? Are you with the League or not?!" Nighteye used the strength from his yell to get up, leaning on the desk behind him as the boy charged again.

This time, he was determined to look at his eyes. He just needed a second and then he could–

But the boy didn't immediately attack. As Nighteye rushed forward, his attacker suddenly swerved to the right before slashing at Nighteye's stomach, following up the injury with a kick to the face that flung him backward and over the counter, landing on the desk of the cramped cubicle. The boy did everything while staring at the ground.

Nighteye immediately brought his hand to his new wound and felt warm blood spreading throughout his clothing. The world started to spin uncontrollably and Nighteye crumpled to the floor again until he was laying on his back.

"Awh man. I guess I have to shoot you now," the boy appeared above him, staring at Nighteye's forehead with a pout.

Nighteye tried to move. He had to use his quirk on him, he had to stop him, he had to avenge Bubble Girl. But the boy simply swatted his arm away with the gun. Then, he leaned over and stabbed his fingers into Nighteye's eyes until he hollered out from the pain. Nighteye was too weak to shove him off but the boy seemed keen on getting away quickly.

He had noticed it before, but this confirmed it. It seemed like his attacker was being extra careful around him. Almost like he had planned everything out. Whoever he was, he was smart enough to know the conditions of Nighteye's quirk and was keeping his distance while still dealing a lot of damage. Was it his quirk? Did he have some kind of foresight of himself?

"Why are you doing this?" Nighteye spat. Every time he took in a breath, he felt the wound in his stomach get bigger. At this point, he could no longer feel anything below his ankles and he had lost so much blood that his whole body seemed to be swimming in it.

The boy snickered as he hovered over Nighteye's body again, waving the gun in his hand. Nighteye's vision was still blurry from before but he felt it coming back slowly.

"You fucked up my plans with your quirk, Sir Nighteye."

Nighteye tried to focus on the gun in his hand, the only thing that stood out to him. There had to be a way to take it away. He couldn't let things end this way. He wouldn't. In a desperate attempt to buy some time, Nighteye made a fist and tried to listen to the sound of the boy's voice, hitting up to where he thought his face could be. The uppercut grazed his chin but his attacker didn't seem bothered by it at all.

The boy let out another crazy laugh. "That wasn't very nice, Sir Nighteye!" he yelled as he slammed down his boot on Nighteye's arm and finished breaking it. Nighteye heard another crack and felt the scream get stuck inside his throat, as he arched his back from the pain, simultaneously feeling more blood leak out from his stomach.

"I could kill you right now. It would be so easy, you've already lost so much blood," the boy's silhouette waved the gun in front of his face, taunting him. "But you're not my main target. Izuku Midoriya is."

Nighteye froze. Midoriya? Why would he want to go after Midoriya?

"How do you know Midoriya?" Nighteye asked weakly. As his eyes got used to the bright light in the room, he felt a burning sensation and closed them again in frustration. Every part of his body was on fire and he couldn't move or he was afraid he would pass out entirely. He had to stay awake. He had to find out more information about who this kid was and what he wanted.

If this boy was after Midoriya…

"Aw, are you two friends? Is he important to you? Well, too fucking bad. Shigaraki was important to me too but you ruined that. He ruined that. And now, I'm going to make sure you never help him out again. But don't worry–"

The boy stepped back and cocked the gun. "–I'm not going to kill you. I need you alive so you can tell Izuku Midoriya I'll be waiting for him. Tell him Jun Hanata will be waiting for him at the Shie Hassaikai hideout. If he can find it, ha!"

Jun Hanata? Nighteye didn't recognize that name. He had never known about any 'Jun Hanata's' working for the League. Was he lying? Was he a recent hire? Nighteye frowned. It didn't matter. He had mentioned the organization Overhaul was leading. He was dangerous. And he was after Midoriya— the League was after Midoriya. The fear allowed him to momentarily recover his vision, but it was too late. Even as he activated Foresight, he saw his future. There was no escaping it.

"Have fun being quirkless!"

Bam.

—

Izuku ended up running into Mirio on the curb outside of UA and the two agreed they would go back to Nighteye's place together.

As Mirio drove them, Izuku leaned his head on the window and thought about how he was going to convince Nighteye to let them join the team. He had been considering what All Might had told him about his quirk too, and how it was dangerous. Did Nighteye know that as well? Would he ask for a demonstration, for proof that he could control it? Should he lie?

Mirio looked over at him as they stopped at a red light. "Relax, problem child. Things are different this time. I just know he'll let you help us," he gave him a reassuring smile. Izuku returned it with a weak one and turned back to looking out the window. A set of police cars and an ambulance zoomed past them, making him sit up.

"Was there an attack in the area or something?" he asked, watching as the cars swiftly swerved through traffic. They seemed to be in a hurry. Mirio shifted his gaze to the road and frowned. "Maybe. Everything was fine when I left Nigtheye's place this morning. It's probably nothing," he replied, following the path the police cars had taken after the light turned green. But after he said that, Izuku realized Mirio started speeding up quickly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As they got closer to Nighteye's agency, Izuku couldn't help but notice the increase in police activity. Then, as they pulled into the street the building was on, they were pulled over by a cop. There was an ambulance parked near the entrance and the area was blocked off with tape. Could it have been the one from before?

"What's going on officer?" Mirio asked as he pulled down the window.

"Ah, Lemillion. I'm so glad you're safe."

"Safe? Why wouldn't I be safe? What happened?" Mirio asked, pulling the keys out of the ignition and stepping out of the car quickly. Izuku followed after him, fumbling with the door. He noticed two more cop cars pulled into the driveway and could hear the sound of more in the distance.

"What?!" Mirio shouted.

Izuku rushed over to where he was standing and looked at him and then at the officer. "What's wrong?" he asked nervously.

"It's Sir Nighteye, he–" the officer began but Mirio took off in the other direction.

"Mirio, wait!" Izuku cried, running after him. The cop followed, yelling at them both to stay back but Izuku kept running.

"Hey! No one beyond this point!" one of the cops yelled, trying to stop them, but Mirio was fast. He pushed past the security at the door and entered the building, Izuku at his heels. His lungs were burning but he kept running. "Mirio, what's going on? What happened to Night–"

Izuku screeched to a halt when they reached the hallway. Everything was covered in blood. There were large blotches of it dripping from the walls and ceiling, followed by hand and footprints that made it look like someone had tried crawling away. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and Izuku felt nauseous.

"What is this?" he asked in horror.

Three paramedics rushed past them, pushing a gurney. Then another pair came after that with another one. They looked stressed. There on the stretcher was none other than Nighteye himself. Izuku recognized him because of his hair, but other than that, his whole body was covered in blood and there was a bullet wound on his shoulder. The other person was completely covered with a blanket.

"Is that..?" Izuku whispered.

"Alright, move, move, move! We've got one with low O2 levels and another who's unresponsive. I want a blood transfusion ready and a resuscitation unit, stat. Tell them we have injured heroes," the woman leading the group announced into her walky-talky as they wheeled the bodies outside and left the boys inside the building.

Tell them we have injured heroes.

Izuku froze, trying to process what he had just seen and heard. It didn't seem real. Nighteye on the stretcher. Nighteye bleeding out. Nighteye unmoving.

"Sir?" Mirio's voice came through despite the commotion. Izuku whipped his head around to look at him. Mirio's hands were balled up into fists and he was glaring at the floor. Then, before Izuku could say anything to comfort him, Mirio took off after Nighteye.

"Mirio!"

Izuku was about to follow too when his lungs gave out and he collapsed on the floor in a coughing fit. His body felt weak and he remembered Recovery Girl's words about no strenuous activity until he was completely healed. It felt like a joke. He could only watch as Mirio disappeared out the door, the sounds of the ambulances going with him.

"Izuku Midoriya, is that you?"

Izuku looked up and noticed Detective Tsukauchi making his way over to him. His entire forehead glistened with sweat and he had two-heavy-looking cameras looped around his neck. There was a notepad tucked underneath his arm and he also wore gloves. Izuku looked at where he had come from and noticed a bunch of other police moving about the entrance of Nighteye's office.

"Wait, who let you inside?" Tsukauchi frowned, looking around the room impatiently. When he didn't find whoever he was looking for, Tsukauchi turned back to face him. Izuku tried to answer but he struggled to catch his breath.

Tsukauchi clicked his tongue and hastily took off one of his gloves, reaching out his hand. Izuku took it graciously and leaned against him for support as the world spun a little. Once he was better, he stepped back and gave Tsukauchi a quiet thank you.

"Look, it's not safe for someone like you to be out here right now. I'll have someone drive you home." Tsukauchi took out his cell phone and started typing.

Izuku frowned. "Someone like me? But I'm doing better, really! I want to go see Sir Nighteye. He was probably being taken to Hiroo, right? Just have someone drive me there. I won't run anymore, I promise. Please!"

"I wasn't talking about your injuries, Midoriya. You told me you were quirkless, correct? Or has that changed?" Tsukacuhi looked at him with a serious expression. Izuku gulped and stared at the bloody carpet in fear. Should he just tell the truth? Even when he didn't know what his quirk could be?

Tsukauchi finished punching in the numbers and lifted the phone up to his face. "Hello? Yes. Can I get one of the officers in here to take someone home? Yes. Musutafu, I believe. Mhm, thank you," he hung up the phone and then looked at Izuku again.

"Well?"

"No, sir. It hasn't changed at all," he said quietly. He couldn't tell him anything. Not yet. He had to find out for himself first. Tsukauchi nodded. "Thought so. Now get home safe, alright?"

Izuku waited until his footsteps disappeared and looked back up again. "Can you at least tell me something?" he called out. Tsukauchi turned and gave him an impatient look but didn't say no.

"Are they going to be okay?" He thought back to Nighteye's pale, unresponsive body and felt his body shudder. He couldn't even begin to imagine what Bubble Girl's body had looked like underneath the blanket and he didn't want to know.

"Go home, Midoriya. I'll make sure and give you a call once we know all the details of their condition. I promise," he sighed, giving Izuku a tired expression and then disappearing inside the office.

As Izuku was escorted from the premises, however, he noticed a group of heroes had gathered outside Nighteye's building. They were speaking with the police stationed outside. He thought back to Mirio and how easily he had been allowed to leave too. Everything was much simpler when you had a quirk. Izuku closed his eyes, listening to the hum of the engine as the cop asked him for his home address.

Sorry All Might, but I can't wait any longer. I'm going to figure this quirk out for myself.

While he hadn't had any luck yet harnessing that raw power in the hospital, maybe Izuku was looking for it in the wrong places. Maybe all he needed to do was go back to where it happened.

Masegaki.

Phew, this chapter was a struggle to write. Obviously, my intention was for Nighteye to lose, but I didn't want to make it seem like he didn't go down without a fight. I rewrote his lines a lot too. I also went back and watched the clips of him fighting from the anime. As for Jun's fighting style, he's def fast, but kind of sloppy, which is why he chopped off Nighteye's hand, which was not intentional by the way (he was telling the truth when he said that, but it also doesn't mean he didn't enjoy doing it).

As of now, Jun is still under the impression that Nighteye used his quirk to help Izuku. And the reason why he doesn't just kill Nighteye is he'll have no one that can track him down. Even though he told Overhaul he would get rid of the problem for him, he didn't specify whether or not he would actually kill Nighteye. Jun is now working for Overhaul, hoping that Nighteye's testimony will allow Izuku to find him at the Shie Hassaikai where he plans to kill him. So, he's only sticking around with Overhaul for convenience and to get the League their privileges back.

Also, if you didn't notice, this chapter was way longer than my other ones. I'm considering uploading once a week but including much more material within the chapters. I feel like this will help things flow a bit better and I'll be able to add more character perspectives. Let me know what you think! Uploads will probably be on Friday now? Maybe? I don't know. I might put up a poll. We shall see what happens. Thanks for reading, see you next week.