Hey all, thanks for reading! I'm not sure why the story was marked as complete, but I have fixed it i believe and it will for sure be ongoing. I cannot commit to any kind of schedule for now, as I am still trying to get my groove back writing, but I am happy to hear any comments/critiques or ideas to keep me going! This is a lot of fun and I'm having a blast pondering the butterfly effect of things that would happen if Izuku never went to UA High. I'll be adding an OC to the next chapter, another fate that was unwound by not getting stopped that day on the street by the inconvenience of the sludge monster. I have no intention to climb aboard any ships for now, though I have a couple of ideas of how some ships could eventually end up in the mix. Uhhhh thats all I guess. Hope you like Chapter 2!

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About 14 months earlier.

"And what was his name again?" The gray haired man asked as he glanced toward the target they'd been observing for days. This one could be useful, her thought as he watched the villain prepare for his rampage.

"Hedoro Viran." The other man replied in his typical gentlemanly sort of tone. Things were starting to fall into place, just like Sensei had told them. It wouldn't be long before the school year at UA was to start, and the real work would begin. Right now was about recruitment of men and quirks that would be useful for the wars ahead.

"Poor Kid," The gray haired one said flatly as the focus of their observation was trying to force itself down the throat of a young green haired boy. Hedoro was panicking, that much was obvious. Which was a shame, he'd really wanted to see the man in action. There were rumors that he could activate someone's quirk for them if he could latch onto their body in his sludge state. It was what they'd come here to see. Sensei would enjoy having control of something like that for sure. But why hadn't he activated the green haired kids quirk at least once? Didn't he know that he was being observed? "Kurogiri, he does know we were watching today?"

"He does." The other man answered while still watching as their potential recruit continued his rampage, "But All Might is coming, we may need to get out of here." He shifted his gaze over to his associate - boss. Kurogiri liked Shigaraki well enough, though he was less of a leader and more of a petulant child at times. And Sensei had faith in him, though it seemed wavering at times. Almost like if he had it to do over maybe he'd have chosen someone else. Regardless, of one thing he was sure Sensei loved Shigaraki in his own way. If anyone could whip this brat into a great villain it would be him.

"You're probably right." Shigaraki answered seemingly upset. He knew he needed to remove himself from the situation before All Might arrived, but he didn't want to. It wasn't like the #1 Hero would recognize him anyway, he was in his normal clothes and he hadn't made his villain debut yet. He had to wait for the start of term at UA for that. His mole had let him know that All Might would be teaching at the school this year and that would be the stage for this war. He knew most battles in this age were about PR. He had to destroy faith in the hero system before they made any further moves. No, he needed to see this. He needed to see his rival All Might in action if watching this man Hedoro was simply just a waste of time. "I want to watch the fight."

"Okay, but we should move back a few roofs over." Kurogiri used one of his black mislike appendages to gesture over toward the north where there were many flat roofs within eye line but a bit further from the action. Sensei would not be amused if there was any sort of confrontation between Tomura Shigaraki and All Might before he'd planned it. Yep, that was likely why Kurogiri himself had been tasked as Shigarakis' number 2, Sensei knew that few would be able to keep that boy under control. It was truly an honor to be trusted with such a task.

"Fine." Tomura seemed to groan the word instead of speak it. He didn't like having to hide. He wanted to fight All Might right now and get his revenge. He'd been rejected and left alone for so many years. Everyone who walked passed the starving boy averted their eyes and waited for a hero to save him. That hero came eventually and society called him a villain. And that was exactly how he knew that the world was broken. Sensei was better than all those so called heroes. Sensei saved him.

The two gentlemen moved further away from the scene as All Might came in and made easy work of Hedoro. Well that was anticlimactic, Tomura thought as they turned to walk away. They'd come all this was to scout this villain due to the rumors about him, yet he did almost nothing of note and was captured and held in what looked like a soda bottle. All Might wasn't phased one bit by the man who was supposed to be so powerful that few heroes could stop him. What a crock. He even sat down and took the time to sign the notebook of the green haired kid who was now shouting some kind of fan boy nonsense at his hero. He hated kids like that. Why would anyone want to be a hero?

Before he vanished into the warp portal, Kurogiri made a small noise that made him stop and look at his partner, "What?" Tomura asked.

"The kid grabbed All Might as he flew off, I thought for a second he might knock the bottle out of his pocket and we'd be able to retrieve it." His tone seemed disappointed and also mildly amused.

"The kid grabbed him?" Shigaraki turned to watch as the kid flew through the air right toward them attached to the leg of the Pro Hero. He chucked. "All Might looks mad."

"Yeah, want to watch?" Kurogiri asked while closing the portal and moving himself further out of sight. He definitely looked like a villain and wouldn't want to be seen.

"I do." Shigaraki said with a grin.

"Wow," Kurogiri said quietly to himself as All Might probably disappeared down the stairs toward the ground. They couldn't see what had happened between the hero and the kid, and they hadn't heard all of it. But they heard enough.

"He destroyed that kid." Tomura said mostly to himself. Just as he thought, this so called hero wasn't fit to save anyone. The harshness of the reality check he served the quirkless green haired kid was a pleasure to behold. The true face of a hero. There was nothing but fame and glory and destruction from those heroes and this was further proof indeed. Before he teleported back to their bar, Shigaraki stole one last look into the eyes of the defeated child. Those eyes reminded him of someone.

Present Day.

"Izuku?" There was a light knocking on his door and he knew it was his mother again. She'd been doing this more often lately walking on eggshells every time he was anywhere near her son. He was about tired of it. Did she really think he'd ever hurt her? Kacchan maybe, but he wasn't the type to hurt people. Not on purpose. The walls of his room continued to lay bare, all evidence of the cheerful fan boy had long since been burned in the backyard of his tiny home. He still remembered the stench of burning plastic that seemed to linger on his skin for weeks as if it was some kind of badge of his new identity.

The door creaked open and Inko sheepishly entered. She was the same sweet, sad woman and yet right now there was some kind of desperation in her eyes. They seemed to be pleading and yelling at him simultaneously as she looked at him pouring over another notebook of scribblings she could no longer read. He used to have gorgeous handwriting, She thought to herself as she glanced down at the hardly legible scratches on the notebook closest to her. Was this even Japanese? It seemed like some kind of shorthand. He'd certainly had the time to develop it. God she was so worried about him. That was why she needed to make him do anything other than this.

"Hey Mom," Izuku said flatly, "Did you need something?"

"Yes. Uh-Izuku I need you to do a favor for me."

"Okay." His voice still monotone and emotionless.

"Katsuki is back in town," She waited for a reaction from her son but there was none, "And his mother is very busy with everything so I volunteered to bring some food over."

Izuku knew where this was going.

"I thought… Maybe you could go drop it off? I still have a lot going on here."

She looked like she was wincing, waiting for him to freak out of beg her not to make him. Or give her any sort of reaction whatsoever, but he just sat there blankly and nodded.

"Yeah, do you need me to do it now?" There was something in his eyes as he spoke that scared her, he was so calm and collected. She wished he would start yelling again. At least when he was yelling she knew he could still feel something. This was much much worse. Maybe Katsuki would do what he does best and rile her son up a bit. At least when he was delusionally trying to be a hero and rival to the boy he had some kind of personality. He barely spoke now and hadn't seemed to even be angry since right after the sports festival. That was a bad one.

"Yes, please. Thank you so much Izuku." Her voice was sweet and hopeful. Like if she just spoke enough kind words to him that he would suddenly wake up and be better. No, there wasn't a miracle fix for all of his problems and Izuku knew it. A cold emptiness had swept over him since the sports festival that his long time bully had won. He'd come to terms with the fact that he'd never become a hero, but watching that horrible horrible person excel at it was the final straw to his sanity. Heroes weren't the good guys, if that was true then he would be a hero and Kacchan would be a villain. It was actually pretty simple for Izuku's mind to comprehend when put in those logical statements.

If the heroes are the bad guys, then what does that make the villains?

Tomura Shigaraki and his associate watched the small house from across the road a ways. There was nothing exciting or unique about the students' home which surprised him. He figured a kid of such rage and power would definitely come from a home on one of the extremes. He was either an entitled little rich kid, or a scrappy little street thug. Katsuki Bakugo was neither. His home was almost obnoxiously ordinary and though most people found him to be a little shit, almost all the people they'd spoken to had said the same thing. This kid was built for greatness. Tomura didn't see greatness in the kid, but what they did see was a fire and passion that may be able to be controlled. Yeah, this was the kid they wanted to capture from the school. A final nail in the coffin of their ridiculous social hierarchy and status quo. Their number one student kidnapped from the school and turned into a villain? The media would lose their minds and he couldn't wait.

"Are you ready to return?" Kurogiri asked him. There was no rush or concern in his voice, he asked as if simply reminding his leader that it was an option. He knew the importance of this scouting mission. They needed to learn everything that could be used to turn the kid. Oh it would truly be glorious to behold the looks on the faces of the heroes as they learned of the news.

"Not yet," Shigaraki stated. They'd already learned a lot. The kid would be taking an internship with the number 4 hero, Best Jeanist. That would be where they could watch him next, but Tomura had a feeling they needed to keep watching today. In his gut he knew something was going to happen today.

"Remember that quirkless kid from last year? The one All Might crushed the dreams of?" Kurogiri asked.

"Why do you ask?" Shigaraki asked having definitely not forgotten that boy. Something in his eyes that day had lingered in his mind over this last year. He'd convinced himself that it was just another reason to hate All Might and the heroes, but deep down he knew there was more to it. He could relate to that kid in a lot of ways.

"Isn't that him walking to the targets house?"

Tomura looked in the direction that his partner had gestured and sure enough he'd know that ridiculous hair from where it was burned into his memory. What was that kid doing here? He looked like he was carrying a casserole dish and walking to the targets house. And those eyes looked even darker than they had when he's first seen them, nearly black with emptiness. He knew the look well.

"Curious," Tomura Shigaraki grinned as if this was fate.

-End-

Chapter 3 as early as later tonight. We shall see!