The pale figure in front of him just stood there for a moment before stepping to the side, "Welcome back, Izu-kun. Kurogiri is waiting for you at the bar."

Izuku blinked. This couldn't be Shigaraki, he was being way too nice. The most Shigaraki had ever said to him when he came back was a short hi. Though even with that being said, Shigaraki was the closest Izuku had come to making friends in the League of Villians(he still laughed at their chosen name).

Shigaraki grunted and Izuku quickly walked inside, being sure not to touch him on the way by. He hated being touch in any way unless it was by Sensei.

Like Shigaraki said, Kurogiri was standing behind the bar, cleaning a glass. Kurogiri looked up when he entered and put the glass down. He nodded before saying, "Ah, welcome back Midoriya. Sensei was wanting to talk to you when you got back."

Izuku just nodded. He felt like he was in a completely different world. That was probably the most Kurogiri had ever spoken to him in one sitting, and Izuku hadn't even talked back. Something definitely felt off.

Going to the hallway near the back, he opened one of the smaller doors and dumped his stuff just inside. It was his room, but he didn't like it much. The room was small and the only furniture was a tiny mattress shoved in the corner which took up most of the space. But he preferred to stay in there then be anywhere else in the base.

Closing the door, he continued on to the end of the hallway where a large door waited for him. It almost reminded him of the door for classroom 1-a. But this one looked over him ominously, and knowing what waited for him on the other side just worsened the feeling.

A shiver ran down his spine as he raised his fist. It hovered there for a long moment, as if deciding on whether or not to actually knock. The logical part of him won out and he rapped an almost inaudible knock against the wood. His body froze as he waited.

"Come in..."

He flinched at the raspy and deep voice. He didn't hear it very often, but what memories he did have of it weren't pleasant.

Grabbing the handle, he turned it gently, no sudden moves now. It was careful trodding from here on, any wrong movements could mean the end. The hinges squealed slightly as the door slowly opened, just further adding to the creepy feeling crawling up his spine. His saliva was thick as he gulped, not knowing what else to do.

The door opened the rest of the way to reveal a nearly pitch black room. A faint light could be seen from a few nearby machines and the light from the hallway filtered in, but it was enough. He could very clearly see a large tv that showed a hunched over figure , sitting in a chair that faced the camera. The figure slowly sat up and Izuku's breath hitched as he saw the face(or lack thereof) of the figure. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the twisted, dark lines.

Izuku quickly straightened his posture before deeply bowing, "S-Sensei," he managed to stutter out.

He hear a soft rustling sound before he heard Sensei speak again, "Rise, Izu."

Izuku flinched at the use of the nickname, it didn't sound right whenever Sensei used it. Nonetheless, he hastily straightened back up and took a few hesitant steps into the room. He didn't know where to go from there, but Sensei seemed to be waiting, so he just decided on a prompt, "K-Kurogiri told me th-that y-you wanted to speak with m-me?"

Sensei nodded, the screen fuzzing for a moment before clearing, "I wanted to know how your first day of school was."

Izuku's mind went blank.

What?

Surely he didn't hear that right. That couldn't be what Sensei wanted to talk to him about. He had never bothered with such trivial things before(not that he had ever gone to school before, but that was besides the point), and he didn't see a reason as to why he would care now. Even with it being part of one of their plans, it still didn't make sense as to why he would want to know how it went. There must be something else going on.

He gulped once more, "I-it went alright, I g-guess. I-I learned more about m-my c-classmates and was about to write it all down." He added that information on purpose, trying to figure out if that was what he wanted to talk about.

Sensei just nodded again, so Izuku crosses that topic off of the list, "That's good." He then leaned closer to the camera, sending chills running up his spine, "Nothing... happened today, did it? You didn't, tell anyone about us, did you?"

Izuku froze, he could hear the underlying threat behind those words. His mind wandered to the events of that day so far. A lot had happened, but on specific event stood out amongst the rest. The breakdown he'd had earlier. It had certainly been a hit to his psyche and had been a big event for him, but Sensei couldn't possibly know about that, right?

He quickly answered, "O-of c-course I didn't t-tell anyone! I would n-never! And I d-did get jumped on the way ba-back, but I-I handled it."

Sensei leaned back and nodded once more, and while he gave no signs of this being the case, Izuku got the feeling that he knew he wasn't telling him everything, "All right then, you may leave."

Izuku nearly sighed in relief at the dismissal, wanting nothing more then to leave that room. He turned to leave when Sensei's voice stopped him, "Oh, and Izuku," dread pooled in his stomach, "I will know if you tell anyone us." And with that the screen flickered to black, plunging the room into even darker shadows than before. He just stood there for a moment, Sensei never used his first name. Never. The only other time he had heard Sensei use his first name was when-

He shook his head, now was not the time. That could wait for later, right now he needed to update his journal and then read the syllabus.

Walking back to his room, he suddenly became aware of just how many doors lined the hallway, and he came to the realization that he had no clue what was behind half of them. He typically tried to stay in his room as much as possible, as he didn't want to get more involved with the villains than he had to. He was already forced to do enough for the villains, he didn't want to put more on himself if he could help it.

Suddenly one of the doors to his right swung open nearly hitting him. He jumped backwards before it could and landed safely on his feet. There was a person coming out of it that he didn't recognize, but what caught his interest was what he could see on the inside.

A large computer was sitting on a desk near the back, and though he couldn't see all of the screen, he could make out a picture of him with his name written in big lettering at the top. Some information was written in smaller text next to it, but the door closed again before he could read it.

It took a bit of effort, but he eventually returned his gaze to the man that had come out of the room. Fear kept him rooted to the spot even though every instinct told him to run. Something was wrong. Why was there a screen with information on him in the League of Villains. They already had all the information on him that they needed plus some. He had grown up here after all. So why?

Unless, his face paled, they were somehow keeping tabes on him.

His mind wandered back to the conversation he just had with Sensei. That sure did explain a few things. If he knew that he was lying, then why didn't he call him out on it? The only reason that he wouldn't is if he didn't want Izuku to know about it.

"What are you looking at?"

Izuku flinched at the intrusion, having momentarily forgotten about the man he was currently staring at. He quickly averted his gazed, focusing instead on the floor.

"N-nothing, s-sir." Izuku managed to stammer. He was growing increasingly afraid of what he had just saw. It was growing increasingly clear that he wasn't meant to see that.

The man grunted again, "Well then, leave."

Izuku nodded, "Y-yes sir!" And with that he scrambled towards his room, door slamming behind him in his hurry. He strode there, back pressed against the door as he heard footsteps and a door open and close from somewhere else in the hallway. Izuku sighed for the umpteenth time that day and stumbled over to his bed. He fell face forwards onto the bed and just groaned into his pillow. Today had been action filled and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't wake up this time.

No, he still had work to do. He couldn't just give up now.

He pushed himself up and flipped around into a sitting position. Scooting himself to the edge of the mattress, he grabbed his backpack and unzipped it. Pulling out his spare clothes and putting them out of the way, he grabbed his notebook, a pencil, and the syllabus from his backpack.

Opening his notebook to a fresh page and gripping his pencil, he got to work on writing everything he learned that day.

It was late. There wasn't a clock in the room, but just the fact that the building had finally grown quiet served as testament to that.

He had been trying to fall asleep ever since finishing writing in his notebook and reading the syllabus a few hours ago. It was safe to say that he wasn't going to get much sleep that night.

It wasn't his fault, really! It was just that the picture of him on that screen came to mind every time he closed his eyes, making it impossible to fall asleep.

Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes from his nonexistent sleep. Maybe a glass of water would help clear his mind.

The floor boards creaked as he stood, making him wince. If he woke anyone one up, he wouldn't be let off easy. Everyone here liked their sleep, especially when most of the time they had to stay up late to pull off their plans.

Lightly walking was a skill he learned very early on, so it felt like second nature to traverse the floor and open the door without making a sound. There were still lights on in the bar area, so he could see where he was going. Turning away from the bar area, he headed deeper into the hallway. He glanced around at the multiple doors lining the hallway, eventually landing on the one from before. He quickly looked away, trying very hard not to look at it as he passed it and went errs another one. This room was pitch black and he had to fumble around for a little before he found the light switch. The lights turned on with a hum, revealing a small kitchen area. It was fairly basic, all things considered. There was a refrigerator and oven with a little bit of cabinet space and that was it. Not many people went in here, most preferring to either eat out or just not eat at all.

He walked over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a glass. Then he turned towards the sink and slowly filled it up, making sure not to make too much noise.

The now empty glass landed with a thunk as he put it down on the wooden counter. A satisfied feeling filled his stomach and spread to the rest of his body. Yup, getting water had definitely been a good idea. Maybe he'd even get some sleep in before he had to get up.

Smiling, he looked back to his glass before shrugging, he could clean it up in the morning. He just wasn't feeling it right now. He left the kitchen feeling better than he had all night.

The feeling soon diminished as he saw the door again. He tried to ignore it again, but he was eventually drawn back to it. Soon enough he found himself standing in front of the door with no idea how he had gotten there. His legs had just moved on their own.

He had to physically stop himself from reaching up and opening up the door. Biting his lip, he thought over the consequences should he be caught. Obviously they didn't want him knowing about whatever it was they were doing in that room. But that just made him even more curious, despite knowing nothing good could come from this.

He hesitated a second longer before steeling himself, he would have to face his fears eventually, he just needed to take the first step.

Using his carefully honed skills, he opened the door without difficulty. Once the door was opened enough he took a quick glance inside. The computer screen was still on, though it no longer showed him on it. They must have closed it or something. He wasn't very familiar with computers, or electronics in general. Growing up, he hadn't exactly had much of a chance to use them. Trust wasn't easily given to little kids for some reason.

After taking a quick glance around to make sure he was alone, he crept over to the computer and positioned himself in front of him. Placing his hand over the mouse, he moved the cursor over various app looking things on the computer. He knew how to the hardware, it was just actually using the computer that got himself stuck. There was just so much.

The cursor passed over a folder looking thing at the bottom that said files and he shrugged, seemed like a good place to start. Clicking on it, he was greeted with a seemingly endless list of folders, each having their own name. Some of them actually made him concerned, like the one labeled attack, but he didn't focus too much on it, he wasn't here for that after all.

He eventually saw a search bar near the top and sighed in relief, he wouldn't have to go through and read each of the files individually. He typed in 'Izuku', and sat back and waited. It took a bit, apparently it had to go through a lot more than he thought to find it, but it eventually pulled up what he was looking for. There sat a folder labeled Izuku Midoriya, innocently staring out at him.

Taking a deep breath, he opened it, one application popping up. It was labeled, 'Tracker'. This alone sent chills up his spine. Clicking on it, he was sent to an app that soon opened to show off the same picture of him as before, accompanied with the same information.

Reading through it, he realized that is was various information about his health and stats and the like. He even found a tab that showed off his heart beat. He could only stare at it and watch his increasing heartbeat on the screen, perfectly in line with the terror climbing in his throat. This wasn't what he expected. He didn't know what he expected, it just wasn't this.

This was how he knew.

Bile rose up his throat and it took all his will power to not throw up right then and there.

A noise from somewhere in the hallway caught his attention. Panic shot through his system and he quickly found the x button and closed everything. Then he dove behind one of the many boxes littering the room.

A man walked into the room, his stature small and skinny, but clearly still strong. He took one look at the computer and groaned. A few choice words could be heard from the man as he stumbled towards the computer along with something about "sleep," and "leaving it on."

The man hit a few buttons on the computer before turning and leaving the room and(unknowingly) Izuku alone and closing the door behind him. Izuku waited a few moments for the footsteps of the man to fade before he allowed himself to relax.

He jumped as the room suddenly went dark, his nerves still shot the scare. He glance around and realized that the computer had turned off, the whir from it that he hadn't even noticed before disappearing as well.

Feeling out his surroundings, Izuku carefully made his way back to the door. He had never been very graceful, and that only became more apparent in the dark.

He did eventually make it, but not without some heart stopping moments when he accidentally ran into things. Luckily, no one else came into the room and he managed to escape the dark room to the hallway where he could fully relax. There was still no one out and he hoped it stayed that way, for even if he was now outside of the room, he was still very suspicious when standing in the middle of the hallway.

Izuku quickly made his way across the hallway and slipped into the safety of his room. Once inside, his legs gave out underneath him and just barely managed to land on his bed and not the floor. Exhaustion swept through his body and he barely kept himself from falling asleep right then and there.

Huh, it seemed like all he really needed to do was look in that room to fall asleep after all. Sitting up, he dragged himself into a more comfortable sleeping position and pulled the thin sheets on his bed over him.

Now he could fall asleep.

There was only one coherent thought that passed through his mind before sleep claimed him,

What do I do now?