Izuku tried his hardest to get comfortable on the bumpy road that led them to wherever it was they were going. He was currently taking a nap because he was tired. Very, very tired. He was also cradling his ribs. He didn't regret going out last night with Aizawa, not in the least. But he did regret antagonizing the villain.

If you could even call it that. The guy was drunk and threw a brick at his stomach. And he was a big guy. So, it hurt. A lot.

Kiri-something was sitting next to him and Bakugou was in front of them with tape dude. The lightning guy was taking up a whole row in front of them. Their arguments were background noise as he tried to sleep, but a small part of him was annoyed by it.

"You sick, Shithead?"

Izuku shook his head at Bakugous question.

"Why you holdin' your stomach then?"

Midoriya groaned. You couldn't blame him for his lack of filter. Six hours of shuteye in the past three nights wasn't ideal by anybody's standards. But add that to all the heart-to-hearts he's had and all that shit, he was tired.

"Got hit with a brick."

"Woah, dude, seriously?"

Midoriya hummed, lifting his shirt a bit to show them the bruise that, to be honest, wasn't that bad. His other suit blocked most of the force behind the, uh, attack, but it was still quite colored. And pretty big.

"Shit! How did that happen?"

Midoriya groaned, eyes gazing out the window as he thought about what to say. He let his shirt fall back down. "I ran into it."

He was met with silence, which was fine. He didn't exactly lie. But admittedly, running towards a big, burly, drunk while holding a brick wasn't his best idea. Either way, he technically ran into it.

"Are you stupid?"

Izuku snorted. He sat up, giving up on sleep. The others were still looking at him, waiting for an answer but he only shrugged. He merely blinked at their annoyed expressions.

"We're here."

Midoriya stood, stretching at Aizawas comment. He made a move to follow Kiri-something, vision darkening for a moment. The red head caught him before he could fall and Midoriya grimaced.

"Sorry."

The red head frowned. "You ok, man? Maybe you should ask Aizawa to sit out on this one."

Midoriya met Aizawas gaze at the front of the bus before the teacher stepped down and off, other students following.

Midoriya turned back to Kiri-something. "I'll be fine, thanks."

The red head frowned and let his arm go. Now that Midoriya was paying attention, he could see that Bakugou wasn't impressed. He rose a brow, silently asking what his problem was. The blonde scoffed and shouldered past the other two.

Izuku really, really needed to learn peoples names.

"Oh my god, it's Thirteen!"

Midoriya somehow migrated near Ochako or vice-versa. The bubbly girl was jumping in place and her eyes were lit with absolute excitement. Midoriyas lips twitched and his shoulders slumped. He leaned closer to her, "You should ask for their autograph."

The girls attention snapped to him and seemed to debate something. She pulled on her hands in a familiar clap sans one finger. "Should I?"

Honestly, Midoriya meant it as a joke. But the girl clearly idolized this certain hero. In the end, he nodded. Uraraka grinned at him as a flame of determination entered her eyes. He mentally snorted in amusement.

When he turned back, his gaze automatically went past the space hero to the center of the USJ. He blinked, taking a half second to wonder about the black mist before he took a step forward. His voice was filled with panic.

"Aizawa!"

See, the thing is this. Midoriya had lived with Aizawa for about a month now and had worked with him several times. With that shout alone, instead of being confused or worried, the elder immediately looked to where the teen was pointing because (not that he would ever publicly broadcast this,) but he trusted Midoriya.

Because of that trust that they have built in each other, again, it always went unsaid, Aizawa leaped into action. Literally.

"Thirteen! Evacuate the students, I'll take care of this!"

Midoriya cursed, something eerily familiar developing in his stomach as the other met his eyes before the man took the stairs four at a time. Midoriya blinked, face feeling heavy before he lifted it to look at his classmates. They looked as terrified as he felt.

Maybe.

Was he scared?

He couldn't even tell.

"Run!"

Students immediately started to follow but Midoriya was frozen. His gaze turned back on Aizawa who was stuck in the middle of who-knows how many villains. The others didn't get too far.

"Greetings, students. I must ask that you stay. At least until the Symbol of Peace arrives."

Midoriyas mind wilted because of course. Of course, it was about All Might. When is it not about the number one?

"Silence, villain!"

Midoriya watched as Thirteen activated their quirk just as Bakugou and Kiri started to run. A scream tore its way up his throat as he ran after them. For such a short distance, time seemed slow. They were planning on ambushing the villain though, that much was clear given that they were running from different sides.

Bakugou was stubborn. Hardheaded to a near fault. He didn't know Kiri. He didn't know. But he knew Bakugou, even if it was from years ago. He'd hope the other had better sense then the blonde.

His arms wrapped around Bakugou and the sudden explosions surprised him, burned him and made him wince but he didn't let go. He grit his teeth before shouting, "Red, stop!"

Praise small mercies. The red head faltered, tumbling and ended up on his knees. They all watched, Bakugou calming as much as the teen could.

Izukus mind whirled when he saw another portal come out of nowhere, right behind Thirteen. His eyes burned and Midoriya felt useless. He yelled anyway, even with the small part of his mind confirming that he would be too late.

"Thirteen, no! He's-"

Midoriya gripped Bakugou tighter when Thirteen screamed. And screamed. Raw and pained as their own quirk was used against them. He heard crying, possibly, from somewhere behind him. He noted that Katsuki sagged almost boneless before he found his footing again.

Thirteen slumped to the floor, silent as crimson flowed to a pool.

"Well. I'm sure that will get All Mights attention."

Nobody was able to respond for a moment.

"You bastard!"

Bakugous choked explanation brought Izuku back to reality. Feeling the blonde shift, Midoriya tightened his grip again until letting him go. Green eyes met red in warning and Bakugou hissed before standing by his side. Midoriya looked at Old Smokey.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

"Why-what- why are you he-here?"

Izuku eyed Kiri from the corner of his eye. Smokey turned to Red in amusement. The already pale teen turned paler. Izuku scowled, taking a step forward.

"Hey, asshole. What do you want?"

Smoky turned to him with a sigh. He turned again, somewhere near Aizawa. Izuku grit his teeth, "Hey!"
Bakugou sucked his teeth but Izuku ignored it. Smokey gestured to the arena.

"We are all very disappointed in All Mights absence."

Midoriya ignored the burn of bile and worked with it. "What do you want with him?"

The other hummed and took a step forward. Bakugou went to follow but Izuku held his arm in front of him. Bakugou slapped it away with a glare the other could feel but stayed where he was.

"We want to kill him, of course."

The cries from behind him got louder and Izuku worried about Bakugous stillness. His face was drawn completely blank.

Midoriya didn't think that Bakugous quiet could scare him as much as it was. But here he was. He took a small step in front of the other. The blonde didn't even seem to notice.

Despite all his experience, which was much, much more than the other students had, Izuku had no idea what to do. Talk? Fight? …Leave? Escape?

What the hell was he supposed to do?

His mind whirled and –

"I-I there's no reception! I can't get through to the police!"

Smokey laughed at the teens words. Midoriya glanced back to the kid with the electricity quirk. If- fuck. This was not good. Think!

"You just gonna babysit us then? You killed Thirteen, you gonna kill Erasurehead too?"

The other laughed, almost delighted. Or amused. Midoriya hated it.

"That would be a bonus, but, really, I didn't mean to kill this hero. Shigaraki would be so happy with the bonus points. Whatever that means."

Midoriya tried not to show his fear. He could feel the inquiring gaze of Katsuki, seeing how close they were he could probably feel the change. Midoriya forced himself to relax. The gaze turned to a glare.

"Shigaraki? He your boss?"

The other scoffed and the teen noted it. The relationship between this guy and Shigaraki wasn't a good one then. Maybe he could use that.

"I'm getting annoyed with your chatter."

Midoriya laughed lightly, "You and me both."

He could feel the deadpan from the other and he shuffled on the balls of his feet. After yet another moment of thinking, Midoriya decided to screw it.

He stood before relaxing. With a slouch and his eyes lidded. "I don't suppose you would let us go."

The other laughed, "Not a chance."

Midoriya nodded. He could only think of one way out of this. And it wasn't a very good one by many standards. There were several ways to do that one way but- not everybody would be able to escape. But somebody needed to. They needed help.

Iida.

Engine.

Speedy.

Midoriya bounced, grin as he fell into a familiar routine. Probably not the best thing to do, given that the other may report it back to Shigaraki. Leaving them to find out who Midorikari really is, but…

You can't have everything.

"Speedy, run for the exit and get help. Ready, Asshole?"

The villain bristled, not noticing Katsuki shift into a more relaxed stance.

"I will not! I need to help and-"

"We will all die if you don't."

The platform at the top of the training center fell silent. Midoriya quickly found Iidas panicked gaze and sent him a grin. Izuku realized that he smiled at the face of death more than anything.

"Be a hero, Iida."

The panic left his eyes but the nod was shaky. Midoriya would take what he could.

"I won't allow you to escape. You-"

Bakugous blasts cut him off and Izuku waited half a second to find Katsukis approach. He was going above, Izuku bolted low. Katsuki went for where the head would supposedly go. Hoping to burn his face off but Izuku opted for going after what he could see.

It may be stupid of him, reckless, even. But he didn't pull his knives or tanboes out. The league knew enough about his alter ego to want to recruit him. So even if he changed the quarter staff for tanboes, there was still the chance that the knives would be recognized.

Midoriya grunted as he body slammed the much bigger body down.

Izuku didn't have much of a plan. Just not to get killed and don't let anybody else die, pretty much.

The teen knew that he should work on his surroundings more but, well. He's worked with Eraserhead who, during their patrols (for lack of a better term) would stay behind.

They didn't want to be seen with each other, after all.

But when they did fight together, one of them was always close range and the other was support. That's how Izuku adjusted from working alone to working with somebody.

Izuku was fighting close range. Katsuki is a close range fighter.

Midoriya didn't even notice that they had gotten closer and closer to the edge of the steps until he was falling down. His nails digging into the…body, of the bad guy and his curses loud in his ear.

Midoriyas stomach would rather meet a dozen bricks then deal with those stairs again.

"You know, kid, I'm a really patient person but you're making me mad."

Izuku grinned through the blood as he met the others faint, purple eyes. "I get that a lot."

Suddenly they were at the top of the stairs again and Izuku was greeted to a wonderful sound.

"Deku! Four-eyes got out!"

It was followed by the sound of the large doors shutting. The purple eyes glowed brighter with anger and Izuku, despite his best efforts, started to laugh.

"You're fucked now."

The next thing Izuku knew was that all his peers were done in a flash of black. Bile rose in his throat but couldn't go anywhere because he couldn't breathe. He was thrown to the floor, quickly climbing to his knees and arms and threw up.

He eyed the bile and blood in distaste before standing, spitting for good measure when he met familiar gaunt eyes.

Even though he was the only one who knew it.

"This kid let another escape. It was Ingeniums brother. Backup will be here soon."

The older teen let out an aggravated job. "You had one job, Kurogiri. One job."

The voice that replied was tense. "And this kid pushed me down the stairs."

The other snorted, "Useless. If you weren't our exit, I'd kill you."

Midoriya looked around as covertly as possible before he stopped on Aizawa.

Who was on the floor, in the floor. Not moving save for the steadily growing pile of blood.

"Erasure?"

His choked question dragged the other two out of their squabble. Shigarakis face turned to delight. "Oh, was he your hero?"

Blank emeralds didn't show any sign of recognition from the mans taunt. He could only focus -barely at that- on the fact that the pro hero wasn't moving. Aizawa wasn't moving. Why-

"Nomu! C'mere boy!"

Midoriya struggled for air, the lump in his throat only seeming to grow. He turned back to Shigaraki, or more specifically, the loud thumps.

Izuku followed through with the push, barely catching his footing. A sense of heaviness clenched his neck in a vice grip. He was pushed onto his knees and forced into a bow.

Shigaraki looked at his unimpressed. "I don't like being ignored."

Midoriyas heart pounded, meeting blood eyes. "What did you do to him?"

Shigarakis smirk was merciless. "So, he was your hero, huh."

Midoriya stood shakily, stepping out of smokies grip and glared for all it was worth. His lips quirked at the shuffle of movement it earned.

"Nomu."

The stomping returned and somehow, for some fucking reason, Midoriya missed the monster- the nomu. His eyes widened and his stomach dropped.

What in the hell was he supposed to do with that?

"Kill him."

"Wait, what?!"

Shigarakis gaze was bored more than anything as the so called nomu ran passed him like a bull. Midoriya ran two steps before the smokey villain brought him back. Right into the path of the nomu once more.

The next thing Midoriya knew, he was crashing through villains and was halfway into the wall. The only thing Izuku wanted at this point was to breathe and not think.

His head hurt.

His limbs trembled as he debated just staying where he was. It was nice and- and so was air.

In the already dark, darkness seemed to cloud his vision as his fingers struggled to grip the crumbled cement and push himself out. Once he was out and -he had most definitely broken stuff- he realized he was several feet from ground level.

Slow warmth treaded down his temples and seeping into fabric. Izuku could barely process the pain he was so numb, let alone think. What he could, brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to wake up in the still hard to sleep in comfortable bed and find Aizawas attempt of making breakfast to be cereal. He wanted to argue with the man about the grades that he wanted to give out. He wanted-

He wanted to go out at night and listen to the mans advice. To shuffle home -home- and fall into bed. Get woken up by the damned spray bottle, get in the shower and slip. He wanted to go home.

That was all.

"You know, for someone who caught Kurogiri you're kind of a disappointment."

Midoriya could relate. He shakily brought himself up to his arms to do something other than taste concrete when footsteps stopped a few feet in front of him. There was a groan before he was kicked back down, being blinded by the skylights that covered the dome ceiling.

He coughed weekly, not making a move to get up because it didn't work out very well the first time. Shigarakis face came into his view, annoyance now evident. Midoriya missed the boredom.

"Get up."

Midoriya scoffed, opening his mouth to say something passed the pain when the chapped features twisted again. Three fingers and a thumb found purchase around his neck before his head smashed against the wall again. He winced, "Ow."

Green eyes squinted, heart racing. His feet were touching the floor and he found enough strength to stand by himself. He needed another minute to figure out what the hell to do. Opening his eyes a bit further, he shivered when he saw Aizawa in the distance, Nomu standing nearby like a guard dog.

"Kurogiri is usually good at his job, as much as I hate to admit. There has to be something special about you."

Midoriya laughed, "There really isn't."

The male only hummed, finger tapping against the youngers pulse. Izuku tried not to move, his mind clearing enough to recognize the severity of the situation he was in. He opened his eyes further when the other spoke again.

"I don't like humble people. You remind me of somebody. Who is it?"

Izukus mouth twisted, "I don't know. Your mom?"

The hand pushed harder on his throat enough for him to choke. The other hummed pleasantly, contrasting with the glare. The tapping stopped.

"I was gonna say All Might but you have a spine."

Midoiryas eyes widened and whatever emotion overrode sensible logic caused him to slap the others arm away before kicking him in the chest before flipping off the wall several feet away.

Red eyes glistened as he rubbed his chest. "Another All Might fan, tch. I thought you'd be different."

Izuku stood to his full height, which while wasn't usually impressive, held an almost intimidating factor to it. The teen pushed away his own feelings as much as he could and stuffed them in the deepest corner of his mind.

It came with practice.

Despite it all, his voice still came off as a growl. "Don't compare me to him."

The hand stopped, pinky straight it the air before the limb fell to his side. A grin slowly grew, "Why?"

Midoriya honestly couldn't answer that. He didn't want to. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about All Might. Because-wait.

All Might.

Speedy had gotten out.

There was going to be backup.

And… chances are… that it would be All Might.

Izuku didn't answer, swallowing once more before inhaling. He glanced around, carefully avoiding Aizawa until he had to. Most of the low lives that were around this area only moments before were gone. Save for the few crumpled to the floor, he assumed those were the ones he ran into when the nomu had shoved him.

There weren't any other students around, but he heard fighting. And yelling. He looked back to Shigaraki. How was he supposed to go about this?

Stall. Probably. It wasn't like he could leave everybody else to die.

Not Aizawa. Not Bakugou. Not Red or Gravity.

He just had to get enough time for- to not die.

That was it.

"What do you want?"

The teen frowned unhappily with his own question going unanswered but complied. His arms opened as if holding every answer to the universe.

"I've come to kill the Symbol of Peace. I'm here to kill All Might."

Midoriya hummed shortly, going to pull on the hood when he noticed it wasn't in place. He froze unnoticeably before sliding it back. "What did he do to you?"

The other stopped, confused before his brows scrunched in anger. "I don't need to explain myself to you."

Izuku shrugged before stopping because ow. He could feel the shift in the air that told that the others patience had run out and he mentally cursed. He really expected that to last longer.

"Whatever. Nomu! Finish the job!"

Shigaraki turned to walk back to the middle of the arena. Back to Aizawa. Nomu ran back toward Midoriya and he let out a deep breath, trying not to think past his own instincts. He took a step back and relished in the fact that smoky wasn't there to stop him.

Midoriya opened his thigh holster and pulled out two of the push knifes and wielded them with as much confidence as one could in this situation. He made sure to hold one in a regular forward grip while the other was in a reverse grip. He tried to not feel intimidated when the thing that was four times his size came running at him with nothing but murder in its eyes.

"Okay, deep breaths. Alright, one, two and-."

With timing that came with practice, Izuku ran before jumping and wrapping his thighs around the gnarly neck and sticking the knifes in its eyes before jumping back down and dragged the knifes as far and deep as it would go with him.

The creature shrieked, howling in pain and pawing at its own eyes. Midoriya took a deep breath and ignored his ankle. He stepped back for more distance, keeping an eye on it as it ran in circles before inevitably calming as if nothing happened.

Shit.

"You know, he's pretty amazing. He's gonna be the one to kill All Might after all."
Double shit. That explains it.

The thing picked up speed again and Midoriya felt another drop of doubt before he pushed it away once more. It wouldn't help anything in the end. This needed all his focus. Just before Izuku was going to meet it halfway, he noticed that its path was off course.

Izukus mouth dropped slightly as his eyes snapped to its eyes and yes, its eyes were darker and hazier. Midoriya felt a hysterical giggle come up his throat because he had most definitely blinded the fucker. That meant that, unless it had a quirk aimed towards sensory, he was going off of its sense of hearing and smell.

He could handle that.

Slowing his breath into soft pants, he noticed the subtle shift from the creature before switching course again. It didn't last very long, however, given that Izuku ran straight for him but it gave him a much needed edge.

The jump was awkward this time, almost getting no grip and immediately falling back down but he had succeeded in getting one of the knifes in its ear and the other in its brain.

Honestly, he felt embarrassed about not thinking about the brain beforehand, given that it didn't have a skull. He had been going off of uh, normal anatomy. However, the nomu was slapping its ear and completely ignoring the knife that was still stuck in its brain.

Izuku let out a harsh breath, wiping the blood and whatever else was on the single knife on his pants while his other went for the last knife still in the pouch. He noted that he would be needing more than three knifes from now on.

He paused slightly as he eyed the nose. It was more of a snout or beak. He switched both blades to be in reverse grip. His pinky resting comfortably on a curve right before the blade and he took another breath before running yet again at the creature before it could get used to what damage had been done.

Midoriya only managed to use the ball at the end of the knife to the things temple before he was swatted off to the side. His breath caught, knifes clattering away from him as he winced.

"Izuku!"

Midoriyas eyes snapped open, sitting up and sure enough Katsuki and Kiri were running at him, eyes wide with fear, though the blonde most definitely hid it better. He stood shakily, them stopping a couple feet away from him. Midoriya glanced at the roar from a few dozen yards away. His mouth twitched with lack of words.

"You look like shit."

Izuku turned to the blonde, green eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you shitting me right now?!"

They both took a step back, surprised at his yelling given the fact that he hardly even spoke in class. Hearing a now familiar thump of steps, Midoriya turned, jaw setting when he saw the nomu running again. He stepped between it and the two teens. He sent Bakugou a harsh look.

"Stay back."

"Wha-no! Izuku!"

The greenette ignored it, arms going behind his back for the tanboes as he ran forward. He winced minutely as his hand slip and- yeah. His hands were sweat slicked and blood slicked and it really wasn't working with a weapon that had nothing to stop his hands from slipping.

Sliding underneath the giants legs, he regripped before jumping back up. The monster turned, annoyed that it didn't catch its prey. Midoriya ran further away from the two teens who in his mind, were complete and utter idiots.

Happy with the distance, he slid to the side again and was very uncomfortable with the lack of distance. Mouth twisting in displeasure, he shuffled back yet again before running, jumping forward and threw all his weight forward with the two tanboes just at high enough to reach the bottom of its brain.

Completely by surprise, Midoriyas knees clenched around the monsters waist as he fell forward. The monsters eyes rolled back and Izukus fists touched soft brain tissue.

He gagged and could only stay there for a minute, waiting for the creature to get up. It didn't.

Izuku slid off, sliding the tanboes back quickly before ripping his knife out and looked back to the two teens who, he would think, came to his supposed rescue.

His heart stopped.

The two were engaging Shigaraki who was annoyed, glaring at him, seeing that the nomu was dead.

The two didn't know what his quirk was. They didn't know that they could die in an instant. That there wouldn't even be a body left for their family because they'd be gone. They'd be ash.

Somehow, seeing his childhood friend work flawlessly with another as they danced with death made him all the more desperate to stop anybody from getting hurt. To stop them from getting hurt.

With absolutely no care of his own survival, Midoriya once again body slammed a villain that day. Shigaraki howled with pain and anger. Izuku easily found ground over the other and pinned his arms above his head and away from him.

"Izuku!"

Midoriya met absolutely furious eyes before he turned to Katsuki.

"Katsuki! Stay out of this! Get-get Aizawa out of here!"

Kiri turned but the blonde didn't, the red heads mouth opened in horror and began tugging on Bakugous arm.

"We can beat him together, idiot! I'm not just gonna leave you with handsy!"

Midoriya winced, the other trying to buck him off and banged his head down on the others nose, satisfied with the crunch that followed. As Shigaraki screamed in pain, Midoriya held both hands in one of his own as the other reached for his knife before holding it not to his throat but to his hands.

He had never felt as relieved as he did in the moment that the teen below him stilled as if frozen. Midoriya bared his teeth in victory. He didn't break eye contact as he yelled back to Bakugou.

"I've got him, but Iida will be back with back-up soon and if Aizawa doesn't get it fast, he'll die."

He was met with silence. The teen under him practically seething.

"Bakugou, he's right. We-we'll come right back. But we can't let him die."

"What would your mom think about you throwing away your life, huh? Think she'd like that shit?"

Izukus breath stilled and he blinked rapidly. Shigaraki stilled, narrowing his eyes before clearly fighting off a smile or smirk or some shit. Izuku licked his lips.

"And what would your mom do without her son?"

Shigaraki rolled his eyes but Izuku ignored it. Time seemed to tick by before the other answered. His voice filled with something that Izuku didn't think too much on it.

"You better not fucking die on me, shithead."

Midoriya laughed dryly, still maintaining eye contact with the other. He heard shuffling and a faint groan that was honestly music to his ears.

"We'll come back for you, Midori! I promise!"

Midoriya didn't answer the other, throat only tightening while the other seemed to be gaining his barring's.

"You pissed off Kurogiri," the icy haired teen stated. "You don't like All Might. You killed my Nomu. You annoy me but…"

Midoriya swallowed as the other seemed to study him. For his own comfort, he dug the knife deeper into the wrists. The skin just barely cut and the other seemed to decide on what he was thinking because he grinned a grin that would forever haunt Midoriya.

"I think I like you."

Izuku panted shakily through his nose. "Flattered, really."

The other started laughing, eyes lit with manic. "Kurogiri! You can play with him! I want to see you play with him!"

Midoriya swallowed, confused at first before he saw a flash of black and he was falling at a very high speed towards the ground. A scream erupted from his throat and his eyes began to water. Right before he hit ground, another portal sent him crashing into the wall.

His breath hitched into a semi-sob as he felt all of his front teeth shift and he tasted iron. Another portal sent him to his back, hitting his head and the familiar black smoke and purple eyes came into view.

"I don't like to play games but this will be fun."

Midoriya only had the chance to see a series of portals erupt, the mans eyes turning to an almost white before he had the worst case of vertigo he had ever had.

He didn't know how long it went for, only that blood was rushing to his head, he had thrown up on several pit stops and that he had blacked out several times only to wake up from faceplanting into some sort of cement. It stopped.

It finally, finally stopped.

Midoriya didn't have the energy to move to his side or get up, too tired to swallow down the bile and once again, he was choking. An almost tender hand pushed him to his side. He threw up several times before he was pushed back onto his back. He could feel acid roll down his chin and jaw.

Shigaraki smiled, still manic and tears blurred green eyes.

"You know, I really don't like to get dirty but- you've annoyed me."

Izukus breathing came as a sob. He didn't know what the other meant, didn't want to. But he found out soon enough when a fist smashed into his cheek.

It wasn't the worst hit he'd taken, far from it. But they continued to come and come before the other started to alternate fists. Midoriya was nothing but a doll. If he could pass out, he would but he only lived on that line of reality and fantasy. Blissful sleep and horrific livelihood.

He just wanted this to end.

The punching stopped and he felt himself getting lifted and gently pushed against the wall. His head lolled and his eyes were both swollen shut but were forced to stay open.

Red eyes had gained some note of clarity. A finger trailed down his cheek before they gripped his chin.

"What is your name?"

It took a moment to get his mouth to work but when it did, his voice was nothing but heated hate, "Fuck you."

The other huffed softly through his nose. He caressed his cheek again but Midoriya was too tired to fight it. The other pressed his arm harder against his chest, causing a whole new struggle for breath and pain.

"It doesn't matter. I'll find out eventually."

The doors banged open. And by the voice, Midoriya knew that it was All Might.

"Fear not! For I am here!"

Green was still glued to red and Midoriya wanted to smirk or smile or show anything that would show that he hadn't been beaten. Even though he knew he was. They both did. But Izuku wanted, no, needed to show it.

"Kurogiri, your honor."

Midoriya only saw black that covered the grey that was previous cement by Shigaraki. The next thing he knew, something pierced him through his stomach and to the wall. His mouth dropped, heaving for air.

Shigaraki stepped back, hand up in a wave. "See you soon."

There was a flash of black and a moment later a flash of gold and blue and warmth before it all fell into a cold darkness.