AN: another Villain Izuku story. Probably gonna be IzukuxToga, cause it's cute. Deal with it.
(I DON'T OWN BNHA)
Chapter 1: A Dream Dies
Izuku looked down at his hands, a crimson liquid dripping down to the ground from the glass shard in his hands. Some of the blood was his from the glass slicing open his palm, but the rest of it was from the teen on the ground in front of him bleeding from multiple stabs across his body. The boy wore a school uniform, that was now red from the bleeding, his hands more like claws, showing what his quirk was. They watched the scratches across Izuku's body, a rather deep one across his face, from his jawline to across his nose to the top of his forehead, which will definitely scar. He couldn't exactly remember what had happened, he just remembered what he felt. Fear, humiliation, disgrace, anger….rage. All he saw was red, and when he could think clearly, it was already too late.
Throwing the glass shard down, Izuku begins to run. And run. He runs past the point were his simply tired, past the point his legs grown numb. He runs until he falls to the ground, laying there for what felt like hours.
"I-I just wanted him to stop…why didn't he stop...i didn't mean to…"
The Green haired boy mumbles to himself, crying his eyes out in the dark ally.
"I-I can't be a hero now….Heros don't kill people…"
He pushed himself in a sitting position, hands balling up in his hair, threatening to tear them out, repeating that heroes don't kill people over and over again, till night falls on the city of Tokyo.
"HerosdontkillpeopleHerosdontkillpeopleHerosdontkillpeopleHerosdont-"
"Oh, you would be surprised young man, how many lives are lost due to heroes each year."
A voice from the darkness breaks Izuku's line of thought, holding still as stone as footsteps drawl near.
"Of course, they don't go around stabbing their fellow schoolboys with shards of glass, but how many lives are lost because a Hero decided his fans were more important than a nearby emergency? If you really wish, the Heros are at fault for your current situation."
Izuku looks up, his vision is blurry from the tears he sheds, body trembling as the tall figure grows closer.
"W-what? N-no they have nothing to do with this, it's all my fault."
"Oh, but it is. The Heros flaunting their quirks, making speeches about the superiority of their own power. Giving speeches on their superiority, on why they have a better quirk. None of them so much as mention the qurikless like you, causing those with power believe it to be the natural order of things to put you down, thinking they are putting you in your place."
"...M-maybe your right….But what can I do about it? It's just the way things are."
He finally looks up at the man, noticing an oddly shaped helmet on his head, tubes going in and out, a suit covering his body.
"On your own, there is little to nothing you can do. A quirkless boy, despite there being over a billion people like you, would be paid no attention no matter how far you go, not to mention the life you have already taken. Even though it was in self-defense, the world will see it as a qurikless boy killing his classmate out of jealousy. You never will be able to escape it. Lucky for you…"
Izuku watches as a hand is extended towards him, eyes wide as he reaches out with a shaky, bloody hand.
"I am here for you."
Izuku takes All for One's hand, and whether he knew it or not, this was the beginning of the events that would lead to the rise of villains once again, and the end of Peace.
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AN: So what do you think? Not sure if this will become a full-blown story (that's why it's short) but I just wanted to get it off my chest. If enough are interested, ill gladly wright more.