3 days earlier

Stain sat in the small prison cell. It was large enough to hold a small bed, desk, toilet, and a sink. Above the desk was a TV mounted to the wall. It only came on for an hour and a half a day. No one was allowed to leave their cells, so Stain figured that it was their way of keeping the inmates calm. The more behaved you where the longer it stayed on, not that he cared, he never really watched TV to begin with, and growing up his family couldn't afford it.

He ignored it in favor of meditation, but weeks of silence and meditation left him bored. If nothing else he would watch the news, he reasoned with himself as he turned it on. He winced as his ribs protested him lifting his arm up to turn it on. They still hurt, and they hadn't been set, they had left him burned and broken, and for the first few weeks locked in a straitjacket, as if to say they could do anything they wanted to him, and they were right. He could be killed in here and no one would care… He had no family, no friends, only the trail of blood he left in his wake. Stain pushed those thoughts away, those fake hero's got what they deserved and If people wouldn't listen to him then he didn't need them.

He flipped through the channels nothing looked all that interesting, then suddenly it was like he was hit by the force of a truck. The boy he had fought, then saved from that monster. The green hair and feckless was something he would never forget. He was in here because of him, not that he blamed the kid, It was Stain who used the last of his strength to save him. It had been his own choice, but he had seen something in that young man that he had only seen once, and that was the heart of a hero, just like All Might. He couldn't have stopped himself from saving him even if he had wanted to, his body moved on its own… and now he was here.

He watched the fight between the boy- Midoriya Izuku, and Endeavor's son. It was hard to watch, every move Midoriya did, broke a bone. At the same time… He was talking to his opponent trying to get him to be the best that he could be. Stain realized that he had been right, the kid really was a hero, If only because he was willing to lose to help do the right thing. But still, it was a very painful fight to watch, and Stain marveled at just how fast the kid improved between this and their fight.

The TV was now off and it was quiet again. His thoughts too loud to let him rest or meditate so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He wrote the kid a letter. Just his thoughts, and musings, he never really expected it to go anywhere. So when the guard actually took his letter he wondered if he had made a mistake. The guard more than likely threw it away. That was fine, if it ever got to the kid he would throw it away too, that was also fine. He was used to being thrown away.

3 days later

Chizome Akaguro received a letter from a one Midoriya Izuku. He didn't open it right away, he wasn't really sure If he remembered all his ramblings in the first letter. The fact still remained that he had a letter from Midoriya, the first letter had gotten to him… and even If it was just sent to him to tell him to fuck off Stain was glad he got it. Now to make himself open it.

He slowly peeled open the envelop and pulled out the letter. There were at least two pieces of neatly folded paper in it and he wondered if the kid was going to scream at him on both pieces.

Stain

Ok I know that's not your real name but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to call you by your first, last, or your alias, so I went with Stain. I did get your letter, I guess that's why I'm writing you, so maybe your luck has changed. To be honest I really did almost throw it away. I'm kinda glad I didn't-

Stain had to stop reading for a moment and get a hold of his racing thoughts. Not even a whole paragraph in and the kid was already proving he had made a good choice in saving him. He seemed kind and even thought Stain knew he didn't deserve it, it still felt nice. The kid had read the letter he sent and was glad he had. A small smile appeared on Stain's lips and he read on.

I thought this would be the ravings of a mad man, and imagine my surprise that its not, and not only that you called me a hero. This might be dumb but hearing that, made me feel a lot better. All I ever wanted to be was a hero, I wanted to be like All Might, not better than him, because lets be real no one is better. I just wanted to be a hero who saves people with a smile. Growing up I was always told I couldn't be a hero, that I didn't have what it took… I almost believed them. I guess it's just nice to be acknowledged.

I'm not really sure what else to say, but All Might suggested that I get to know you. I'm not sure what to think about that, you did try and kill me and my friends… but at the same time, I wanna know how you came to this conclusion that killing was the only way. The whole media paints you as a monster, but your not. You're a human and I want to know the human side of you, because I really think there is good in everyone. So easy questions what is your favorite color? Favorite food? Any family?

Midoriya Izuku

Stain could only stare at the paper in his hand. The small chuckle he let out almost startled himself. Midoriya was an interesting kid. He liked him, but he hated to break it to him, there wasn't any good left in him. He gave it all up in hopes of changing the world, it was his sacrifice. His soul for the soul of society, and exchange that in the end didn't seem to have done much. Now he was stuck in prison as more innocent people were hurt by the so call hero society. He was once again powerless… But maybe if he could get the kid to understand, get him to see what was wrong then maybe he could find a better way, something better than what he tried to do. Maybe Midoriya would succeed where he failed.