Okay, for the first time EVER I'm going to start mixing in some First Person POV (Specifically Izuku at this point).

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What I've Done

Chapter 2

~Time-Skip: 2 Years (Izuku is 6)~

Midoriya sat quietly on his bed, knees tucked under his chin as he waited endlessly for someone to come and see him. At first, all he'd done was try to find new and creative ways to get out of the small room he'd been locked in, but those attempts dwindled with each failure until he simply gave up on the notion of escape.

His life was scheduled and predictable, the clock that Tomura had put on his wall ticking away maddeningly.

6:30 AM—Morning Alarm

6:30 AM to 7:00 AM—Get Ready for the Day

7:00 AM to 7:30 AM—Breakfast

7:30 AM to 12:30 PM—Independent Study

12:30 PM to 1:00 PM—Lunch

1:00 PM to 5:00 PM—Physical Training

5:00 PM to 5:30 PM—Dinner

5:30 PM to 8:00 PM—'Free Time'

8:00 PM to 10:00 PM—Independent Study

10:00 PM to 10:30 PM—Get Ready for Bed

10:30 PM—Bedtime

The words were neatly printed on a paper above his desk, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing at all times. He'd already finished eating his dinner, so, he knew his 'free time' was about to start. What that really meant was being forced to sit with Tomura and the Master while they spoke to him about what was wrong with the world… about how heroes were the cause of such failures and atrocities.

Initially, Izuku had completely refused to participate in anything. He'd pick at the food they brought for days until he became too starved to turn it down, leave his schoolwork sitting idle on his desk, and simply kick and scream until they let him stay in his 'room' during the training and free-time periods.

But after awhile his resilience started waning. There was nothing for him to do other than sleep in his bare living space unless he focused on the beginner's level books they'd left for him and even that couldn't satiate the intense isolation he experienced.

Midoriya didn't want to but he eventually allowed Tomura to escort him to the training room and to the Master's office. Of course, he'd plopped himself down on the ground and stubbornly refused to do anything he was ordered to. He'd also determinedly rebutted everything they said for months, the elder being far more patient with his defiant outbursts than Shigaraki, though their punishments were equally painful.

Eventually, Tomura had come and had a talk with him, explaining in his own deranged way that either he'd do as he was told or he'd be left alone in the room and have his meals slipped under the door flap until he behaved.

Again, Izuku exhibited unnatural determination for anyone, but especially for his age. He made it a couple more months in total solitude before he couldn't stand it anymore and tearfully begged through the door to be let out.

The first step in breaking down who he was had been completed when he finally caved to their demands, giving meager attempts at exercise and sitting quietly during the 'talks' with All For One… He just didn't know it at the time.

~Switching to Izuku's POV~

"Tomura?" I call hesitantly, standing with my ear to the door to try and hear any movement in the hall. "It's already 5:45 PM… I've been good, haven't I? Why can't I come out?"

All I hear is silence and it makes something in my chest twist with discomfort. I didn't do as much as I was supposed to during my exercise time, but I'm sure I didn't do any less than usual so I don't know why I'm being punished. I bite my lower lip nervously, wondering if I'm going to see anyone the rest of the night; I'm so lonely...

There are already tears forming in my eyes as I press my forehead against the wood. "Please let me out for a little bit… I swear I'll be better tomorrow… What do I have to do to— Oomph!" The door opens unexpectedly and I get knocked down, but I hardly care because it means someone's here.

"Damnit, Deku…" Tomura murmurs at me with a disapproving glare. He reaches down to pick me up then proceeds to dust me off, still scolding me. "What have I told you about standing in front of doors?"

I lower my head with shame, wiping the snot and tears dripping down my face on my sleeve. "S-sorry, Tomura…" I apologize quietly, "I got worried when you weren't on time… You're never late."

"Eh? Is that what's got you so upset? I guess I'm sorry too then. Come on, Master is waiting for us."

Nodding, I reach up to hold Tomura's hand, letting him lead me down the familiar halls. I don't really like having him hold on to me, but the metal they used to put around my wrists and ankles hurt, so, this is better. It took almost a year and a half for me to give up on trying to slip out of his grip which seems silly now; there was no way I was going to get loose.

"Why were you late?" I ask, gazing up at him in confusion.

"I was busy; mind your own business," Tomura growls as me, his fingers tightening painfully around my hand.

I wince from the ache but clamp my mouth shut; pushing him when he's like this is dangerous. When Tomura gets mad, he usually uses his quirk and 'Decay' is super scary to watch. I saw him use it on a man once and couldn't sleep for days—maybe even weeks. He hasn't used it on me yet though… If I do something that upsets him, then I get hit, burned, or cut in some way; it hurts but I don't think it's as bad as his power would be.

Master always smiles when I walk into the room and today is no different, but this time he does quirk his eyebrow at Tomura. I don't know what it is supposed to mean though.

"I took care of it, Master…" he states, his tone still harsh like it had been with me.

I really want to know what's going on because it seems special, but it's not worth getting sent back to my room. In any case, Master turns to me after I sit and gives me another encouraging smile.

"Deku, have you heard of quirk marriages?" he asks.

I shake my head that I haven't and scoot forward in my chair, doing my best to listen like I'm supposed to. Tomura said that he'd been busy and that it wasn't something I'd done, but, my free time was still cut short by fifteen minutes. It couldn't hurt to behave just to make sure.

"Well…" Master continues, "It's just another example of why heroes are the cause of so many atrocities in this world. This is what they did in order to gain more power and influence…"

Hitoshi Shinso sobbed loudly as he sat in the police station, his heart aching with loss. Hours before, he'd been pulled out of his kindergarten class and taken into custody by All Might himself only to be told that his mother had been killed in the line of duty.

He'd never known his father, but supposedly the man was a Pro Hero as well—Not that he really cared at that moment anyway. He couldn't understand why she'd been attacked since she mostly worked in interrogation.

The officers around him whispered about the battle that had taken place, lamenting about the hole that would be left in their units now that Serum was gone. It made Shinso angry; she wasn't just a useful tool, she was his mom!

He glared at them whenever they'd glance in his direction, his purple, tear-filled eyes silently telling them how much he blamed them for whatever had happened.

"He's right over here…" All Might stated, his shushed yet still loud voice catching Shinso's attention.

The boy didn't cease his crying, but quieted some, wondering what was happening now. There was another man trailing after, his face set in discomfort and surprise.

"Young Hitoshi…" All Might cooed as he crouched his large form down. "I'd like you to meet someone. This is Shouta Aizawa, your father."

Shinso's jaw couldn't have dropped any farther, mind going blank.

"Uh… hey…" Aizawa called. He reached out his hand slowly, almost as if he was afraid to touch the child. "It's nice to meet you Hitoshi…"

When Shinso finally regathered his thoughts he snarled, slapping the appendage away with disdain. "I don't have a dad! I want my mom!" he screamed, waterworks starting up again.

The scruffy and tired looking pro winced from the reaction, allowing All Might to tug him away for a moment. "This is a really bad idea…"

"He just lost his mother today… he needs you, Eraserhead."

Aizawa shook his head vigorously, unable to look away from his son as he sobbed on the bench he'd been left at. He'd had a one night stand with Serum six years prior and had been given no indication that any child came from their hook-up. He said as much to Toshinori, gulping at the responsibility thrust onto him.

"We're all well aware of that…" All Might explained. "Serum left all the details in her will; you were both young and she didn't want to burden you. But now she's gone and you're who she requested as his caretaker. Do you accept?"

Shouta ran his hand through his tangled hair, far too overwhelmed. He'd woken up that morning wondering if it was even worth cooking dinner since it was only him and now he actually had to prepare and plan to take care of another person.

It wasn't as if he didn't want the boy; after all, Hitoshi was his son. But, to take on a six-year-old who just lost the sole caregiver in their life? That was a lot.

"What happened to Serum? She wasn't a battle Pro so what was she doing fighting with a villain?"

"According to Officer Tsukauchi, she was following a new lead on an old abduction case… Unfortunately, whatever she found she took to her grave. The case file has gone missing and we weren't able to deduce anything but the villain's quirk from the fighting area. All we know is that whoever she clashed with has a disintegration power."

Shouta lowered his head and nodded. Even though they'd only actually met a few times, that seemed exactly like something Serum would do; she never could leave something alone even if everyone else had already given up hope. It just didn't seem right that such a pure-hearted action had led to this outcome.

"I… I mean it's just… he doesn't seem to like me…"

Yagi slapped a large hand on his shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "He's confused, angry, sad, and doesn't understand what's happening or why. Show him you love him and give him time; he'll come around."

Aizawa swallowed hard once more and walked over, his nerves fired up. "Okay… let's try this again…"

Tsukauchi took a deep breath as he approached the Midoriya residence, doing his best to put on a brave face even though internally he was disheartened. It didn't seem fair for someone like Inko to have such terrible fortune, but he supposed it was realistic; the kind were always subjected to cruelty.

He knocked lightly, and stood tall, giving her a nod when she answered. "Mrs. Midoriya…"

"Oh, Officer Tsukauchi!" she exclaimed, her downcast expression brightening. "Have you brought news about my Izuku? Have you found him?"

He gulped and forced himself to maintain eye contact, wishing that he could look away at what he knew would be devastation. "No mam, but may I come in please."

The woman paled considerably, her body beginning to shake as her smile fell and she stepped aside. She let him lead the way into the kitchen; he'd been by at least once a month since her son's abduction and was familiar with the layout.

"T-tea?" she stuttered, gesturing to her stove nervously.

"No, thank you. It's… It's best if you sit down."

Inko only made it a step before her wobbling legs gave out, the man quickly stepping forward to catch her before she hit the tile. He helped her to the table and maneuvered her into one of the chairs, pulling another up close so that he could sit and hold her shaking hands steady.

"The last time I stopped by, I told you that Serum had new intel about the man who possibly kidnapped Izuku… The information was feeble at best, so, she decided to pursue it alone. Earlier today I got a call from the city she'd gone to saying that she'd been slain. I'm—"

Inko burst out into tears before he could continue, not needing to hear anymore. Whatever she'd uncovered must have been worth killing over, but that didn't help her get her son back at this point. She silently cursed everyone and everything for taking Izuku from her… even herself.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Midoriya…" Tsukauchi continued, his voice almost breathless with regret. Part of him wished he'd never told her about the lead; it might have been easier for her not to have hope when it was so quickly snatched away.

"Y-you w-on't give u-up, right?" she sobbed, her big, watering green eyes turning towards him pleadingly. "P-please..."

The officer shook his head and pulled her forward into him, holding her as she clung to his uniform. "Of course not; If there's even the slightest chance that Izuku can be found then I won't ever stop looking."

He closed his eyes, repeating that mantra in his head over and over so that it would become part of him. Serum wasn't a fighting hero, but that didn't mean she was a pushover either. Whoever had fought with her was strong with a devastating quirk… more than that, they were ruthless. They'd done so much damage to her body with their disintegration power that it wasn't even recognizable anymore.

If someone like that had Izuku in their clutches, it made finding him that much more urgent. Tsukauchi wouldn't tell Inko, but he feared what could be happening to her son.

~Izuku's POV~

I'm really tired after coming back from visiting Master, but I can't sleep… something that happens a lot even though I don't have anything else to do. Usually, it's because I'm scared that I'll have another nightmare but right now it's because I miss my mom.

If I was home right now, she'd be tucking me under my All Might blanket and reading me a story about heroes. Sometimes I wonder if she's forgotten about me since I've been gone so long, but I won't believe it. She loves me; she said I'm her world, her little Izuku.

I know I can't escape on my own, but someday they'll let me out. That's what finally helps me drift off… the thought of getting to see her again.

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Oomph... That was a lot going on... but it's important later I swear XD Please tell me what you think!

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