Izuku had always been an anxious boy. He couldn't help it, the way he stuttered when he spoke, the way his body shook when he was scared. Yeah, Izuku was an anxious boy.

But right now, he just felt numb.

The villains had pounced on them as they were walking home from the movies- celebrating Inko's recent pay raise. Within seconds Izuku was being held down and forced to watch as two of them stripped his mother and violated her. At first Izuku had screamed for them to stop, had struggled with all the energy he had in his body.

His mother was the first to go silent, the first to stop fighting, but only because she had fallen unconscious around the fifth time they had raped her. Izuku gave up soon after that, unable to bring himself to do anything other than sob and close his eyes.

He started struggling again when they brought out the knife. No! He tried to scream but his voice had given out a while ago. He struggled and struggled and struggled and only stopped when they slit his mother's throat.

Izuku wasn't the type to want revenge or to even think about violence in general but- he wanted to kill them.

Unfortunately (and the villains were quick to remind him) he was quirkless and weak and couldn't do anything.

"A pity," the one holding him down had said. "I didn't get a go at your mother. Looks like you'll have to do."

Stop stop stop stopstopstopstopstop. He found his voice and screamed as loud as he could, but they just laughed and held him down as they raped him one after the other and gods, he wanted to kill them. When they were done with him, they picked up his broken body and took him to a basement.

For a long while, everything was dark. There were flashes of people, above him, grunting and pulling at his hair. There was pain, for the longest time. He was broken, he wanted to die for the longest time. He forgot about who he was and who he used to be, he forgot why he even tried holding on any longer.

Until someone reminded him exactly why he was holding on.

Izuku didn't know what year it was; or the date, or the day, or the time. He didn't even know who he was. He couldn't remember anything about his past, other than the screams of his broken mother the night he had been kidnapped. They had continuously pumped him with drugs, and for his whole stay here (wherever 'here' was) he was kept in a foggy trance. Distantly, Izuku heard the door to the basement creak open, and he couldn't stop the tears that ran down his cheeks. Not again, he didn't think he could take it.

"You know," a voice spoke up, "you've been here for a while now." Izuku opened his eyes, looked at the face of one of his captors. Even with the drugs in his system, causing his memories to blur, the face of the villains who had started this and the people who had paid to use him never slipped from his mind. He never forgot them. This one had violet eyes and dark hair shaved close to his head.

"Usually, a weak young thing like you doesn't last long here. The last one that was in here was also quirkless; she only lasted two weeks before someone became too rough with her and snapped her neck. A shame, really. She was such a sweet thing, whenever a client would come and pay for her, she just closed her eyes and spread her legs like a whore."

Izuku crinkled his eyebrows, blinking as a few tears slipped down his face. Please, just go away. Please leave.

"Secretly," the villain grinned and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "I think she liked it."

Izuku snapped at those words, spitting in his face and rearing his head to bring his forehead into his with a painful crack. The villain swore and grabbed Izuku by his hair, ignoring his scream of pain as he wiped the spit from his mouth.

"Anyway," he said coolly, as if nothing happened at all. "I ransacked your old house today. Took me a while to find but it was worth it. It's fun messing with the slaves." Slave. That's what Izuku was now. On the night he was kidnapped, he was stripped of his clothes and handed a choker with an 'S' on it. He was told that he was nothing more than a toy, and that he would be used like one.

The villain tilted his head, a cruel smirk on his face. He held up a notebook and laughed. "I'm disappointed, Izuku. You didn't seem like the type of person to dream for something unattainable." Izuku blinked tears of pain away, squinting his eyes to look at the writing on the cover. Hero Analysis: Number 5.

He closed his eyes as the memories came rushing to him. A smaller version of him talking animatedly to a woman with green hair and green eyes. All Might, was who he was talking about.

Him with another kid, this one blond with red eyes. Kacchan, he remembered, my best friend.

Him with his mother, both talking to a doctor. Little him looked sad, as if he had been given the worst news of his life. He had just learned that he was quirkless.

Him and Kacchan again. This time he was standing in front of Kacchan, fists raised. Protecting someone from him. He's strong; he'll grow up to be a powerful hero.

Him in his room, scribbling in a notebook and muttering. The clock beside him read 5:37 am. That's right. I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to prove everyone who said I couldn't that I could. What happened. Why am I here? Why am I proving them right?

Unaware of his internal struggle, the villain laughed and threw the notebook at him. "Keep it, slave, and be grateful."

Then he walked out. Izuku stared at the notebook. A thrumming sound reached his ears, but Izuku didn't pay it any mind. He was too busy thinking, thinking about his past, about his mother, about Kacchan and his dream to become a hero. Even with all the people dragging him down, he remained happy as long as he had his dream.

Why did I ever give it up? He wondered. The thrumming sound got louder; Izuku distantly realized it was the sound of his own muttering.

As the hours ticked by, Izuku worked himself into more of a frenzy; muttering until his voice ran out, clutching his old notebook. He became more and more distraught until tears were leaking out of his eyes and his whole body started twitching.

I will become a hero, he decided, and every piece of his shattered mind sang with agreement.

"I will become a hero!"

And the world turned to ash.

Sorry for the wait, everyone! Thank you to the people that favorited, followed and reviewed, I really appreciate it. As you all know (at least I hope you all know) Izuku gains a quirk. He just did in fact, that's why I decided to end it there. Cliffhangers are apparently still in.

Can you guess what his quirk is? Hint: (It's the power of someone from throne of glass. That someone is literally my favorite character from that beautiful series.)

Anyway, I hope you heeded the warning from the note I posted earlier, if it triggers you then please for the love of your mental health DO NOT READ THIS.

Thank you all for your time,

-weweremadetobe 3