I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update anything! If you follow me on Twitter ( AGirl2223) *I have 55 followers now lol #Popular*, then you know my laptop was stolen from me at work and I just saved up enough to buy this new one I'm using now!

I actually can't wait to get to some of the later chapters of this story though, (some of them were saved from mysteriously disappearing while others weren't...). In any case, I'm still working on Call Me Deku but will have a chapter up this week if it kills me lol

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What I've Done

Chapter 3

~Time-Skip: 1 Year (Izuku is 7)~

"I don't think I can keep going!" my mind races while I run as fast as I can around the gym. Over and over I circle the area because Tomura is shouting at me to do another, then another, and another… If this doesn't end soon, I'm definitely going to pass out.

"One more, then you're done!" I hear him call.

There's a part of me that still doesn't think I'll be able to do it, but I will myself to try anyway. Pushing myself to the absolute limit, I make it just before the finish line before my legs give out. It's a strange feeling actually—they went numb a few laps ago so I don't feel the scraps on my knees, but when I look back I can see blood oozing.

That doesn't mean I'm not in pain. The burning in my muscles became so bad that I think I just stopped feeling it, but my lungs and pounding head are a different story. I'm so close though and Tomura is looking at me expectantly; I can't disappoint him… I don't want to be hurt again. But no matter how much I struggle, my legs simply will not move. I do the only thing I can think of and reach out with my arms, digging my broken nails into the concrete to inch forward.

Tomura calls me pitiful a lot and I'm sure this is one of the moments he probably thinks it, but I don't care. With a final desperate grasp, I manage to slam the tips of my fingers on the white line. "I did it!" I scream, or at least that was what I meant to do… it feels like my ears are underwater. Then everything goes dark.

I wake up sometime later and even before I open my eyes something is different. I scrunch up my nose from the strange feeling on my face and slowly blink, trying to get my bearings. Words can't describe how surprised I am—I'm outside. The sun is shining down on me and wind is rustling my still sweaty hair; it feels so nice.

"You did well, Deku," Tomura tells me.

Maybe if I had the energy, I'd smile, but as it is, I don't think I could move a single muscle even if I tried. It's comfortable leaning against Tomura's arm, so I stay put and hope that my mouth with eventually make enough saliva for me to swallow; my throat is so dry it feels like it's cracking.

There's a bottle touching my lips moments later and I realize that Tomura is holding it there for me to drink from. I chug greedily, reaching up to take hold of it once I'm sure I won't spontaneously fall unconscious again. The water certainly makes me feel better, but my head is still throbbing and there's this pulsating ache in my legs that gets worse whenever I try moving them; I need something to distract me from it.

"Tomura?"

"Hm?"

"Where are we?"

Tomura scoffs at me and gestures widely at the area as if it were obvious. "This is your home; I already told you that… Come on, I thought you were smart."

"Mmm but you never let me go outside… I haven't even gotten to look out a window since I got here…" I respond, setting my now empty bottle down so that I can run my fingers through the soft grass beneath me. It feels stiff and prickly but in a good way… it's hard to describe but I'm so grateful to touch it again.

"Heh" Tomura snorts, "You've been doing a lot better recently so I thought you should be rewarded. I can take you back in if you're—"

"No! No… Please, I want to stay out here for a bit longer."

I'm slightly panicking at the thought of having to go back inside so soon, especially if it's because I opened my big mouth and upset Tomura. He's smirking at me though and reaches under my arms to maneuver me onto his lap so that I'm leaning back onto his chest.

"Fine."

I completely relax and keep my still small fingers clasped onto the arm that's wrapped around my stomach, listening to the gentle sounds of nature and basking in the warming glow of the mid-day sun. It looks like spring, maybe, but the flowers and leaves are all vibrant and colorful in ways I can't remember them being before. Everything even smells better than the last time I was outside. My head throbs when I do it, but I snort in the scents to see if I remember coming across them before.

"You know I care about you, right Deku?" Tomura asks me after a time, breaking the silence I was so enjoying as his lips move in my forever messy mop of curls. I hate this conversation because it always leads to the same thing and I can't stop myself from preemptively tensing even as I nod.

"Tell me why I brought you here then." He orders, twisting my chin back and up so that I'm forced to look at him in the eye.

"You brought me here because I'm just like you, Tomura. I was being bullied by people who should have been my friends and ignored by the people who should have been protecting me. You wanted to keep me safe from that and so you brought me here to make me strong like Master did for you."

Every word falls from my lips just as smoothly as they always do when Tomura asks me that question; it was one of the things I was forced to memorize almost immediately after being brought here. I didn't believe them at all at first, but, saying them now only gives me minimal feelings of resistance in my chest; they're starting to make sense.

"That's right. No one other than Master and I care about you so don't be stupid and think otherwise. We're all you have in this world until we turn it to ash and rebuild it in our image… got it?"

I nod, but the arm on my small ribcage jerks inward while his fingers clamp tightly on my jaw and I don't even have to wonder if I'm going to bruise from this; it's hard to even breathe.

"Not good enough! Say it!" Tomura growls, maintaining his tight grip and even increasing it some.

"AH—OW—You're the only ones that care about me! No one else does!" I squeak frantically, tears burning into my eyes as I feel my bones straining not to fracture. This is the first time he's ever made me do anything other than nod in agreement with that part; I don't understand why I was punished before being told I was expected to speak.

Tomura immediately releases the intense pressure and smiles at me while I wheeze in air and carefully hug the tender area. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asks, giggling like we'd been playing a game. He growls when I shake my head and I feel his arm starting to press back into me, forcing a very loud and panicked 'No!' from my lips.

"That's better, Deku. Master says part of the reason you're so disobedient is that I give you too much freedom for a pet. From now on you don't talk unless you're directly spoken to and I expect you to verbally respond to me whenever I ask you something, got it?"

I have to suppress a very powerful urge to whimper as I meekly reply with "Yes, Tomura." My whole body aches at this point and I have to sniffle back the cries of despair that are always clawing at the back of my throat and yanking on the depths of my subconscious. "Someone save me…Please!"

Tsukauchi sat at his work desk with one hand yanking on his dark hair, struggling to come up with anything of use. It was past five already, but he always stayed late whether he received overtime or not in order to put effort into the case that haunted him so deeply.

It frustrated him greatly that he hadn't been able to get anything more than he'd had a year prior on Izuku's whereabouts. He couldn't help but blame himself for the lack of traction; his quirk was 'lie detector' so he was able to tell if anyone was being untruthful to him. But unlike Serum whose quirk forced the people she talked with to tell her what they knew, his relied on them talking to begin with. In short, if he couldn't get the people he was interrogating to answer then his quirk was essentially useless.

"Tsukauchi?" a soft voice called, pulling him from his self-defeating thoughts.

He turned quickly in his chair, finding none other than Inko behind him. "Oh, Ms. Midoriya… Please tell me I didn't forget about a meeting between us!"

The woman laughed slightly and shook her head, stepping closer to him as he stood and pulled a chair over. "It's nothing like that… I just had a feeling that you were here late again and so I thought I'd come by and well… It's your birthday today, isn't it? April 4th?"

Naomasa blanked for a moment and then scrambled to pull out his personal phone, sweat-dropping at the many missed calls he had from his younger sister; he'd need to call her back later that night and apologize for having his ringer silenced.

"I-it appears it is my birthday, yes." He stuttered out, utterly flustered that he'd forgotten such a thing.

Inko bit her bottom lip slightly, but carefully lifted up the bag she'd been carrying and withdrew a simple homemade cake. "I know it isn't much…"

The man felt his jaw go slack as he blinked at the neatly done pastry, finding it hard to come up with words to describe how grateful he was for the delicate 'Happy Birthday' written in green across the center. "Ms. Midoriya, this is… thank you, this is so kind of you."

"It was no trouble," she responded, her cheeks tinting from the complement. "And please, call me Inko; we've known each other for years now."

Tsukauchi's ears grew pink as he held out his hand to shake as if they were meeting for the very first time, "As long as you call me Naomasa."

~Time-Skip: 2 Years (Izuku is 9)~

I've been pacing back and forth in my room for hours upon hours by this point and my shins throb from the repetition, but I can't stop. Tomura still hasn't come to get me… No one has come by at all since my lunch was dropped off yesterday.

I check the clock again and gulp; it's almost my bedtime. Somewhere in my mind, I realize that I haven't eaten and only sparsely slept in the past thirty-something hours, but it hardly matters when compared to the anxiety I feel.

"Did I do something wrong? Bad?" I murmur to myself. "I don't think I did anything I wasn't supposed to… I even made a perfect score on the last test Master gave me…"

It's all I can do not to burst out into another sobbing fit and I rub my eyes, trying to find some fault in my behavior great enough to warrant this kind of solitude. My insides are twisting to think that I might have disappointed Tomura and All For One so much; I've grown attached to them…

The door slams open all at once and Tomura rushes in, grabbing me tightly as he twists and pulls me back out of the room. "Come on. Move your feet, Deku!" he orders through clenched teeth.

I rush to comply despite how startled I am, almost running to keep up with his fast pace and much longer legs. My eyes rise to Tomura's face and I'm shocked to see that he's been crying too—his usually dark, blood-colored eyes are red-rimmed and puffy. There's even still streaks down his cheeks with moisture that I've never seen him have before.

I want to ask Tomura what's wrong so badly but I can't bring myself to speak. Though I resisted at first, everything is so much better if I just do what he and All For One want me to. They have a lot of rules that I have to follow and every time I learn one and obey it, there's another added on. The 'no speaking unless spoken to' rule was especially difficult and painful to internalize but I won't dare break it now.

I do, however, squeak slightly when we start up a flight of stairs since Tomura is climbing two at a time and I can't stop tripping. The result is another harsh growl and tug on my already stinging wrist but my attention shifts to the figure waiting in the doorway at the very top. It's Kurogiri, one of the few people I've met since I came here; he looks just as distraught as Tomura.

"Warp us both, now."

I flinch from Tomura's viciously toned demand and bite back the urge to whimper, submissively keeping my head low to avoid making his already flared temper worse. The warp gate opens and I let myself get dragged inside blindly only to blink in confusion right after.

The room we were teleported to is dark and smells like the antiseptic rub Tomura puts on my injuries to keep them from getting infected. I'm immediately nervous since the only time I'm in rooms like this is when I've trained too hard or been punished too severely… and when I was told I was quirkless for the very first time.

I don't have long to dwell on my discomfort though because Tomura starts moving again and yanks me with him, using his free hand to rub the freshly falling tears from his face. It's only then that I notice a lone bed at the very end of the rather large room… that I recognize a familiar form attached to more cords than I think I can count laying limply on it.

"M-Master All For One?" I squeak without thinking, wrenching myself free from Tomura so that I can run forward to his bedside. I'm still small for my age and barely tall enough to peer down at All For One's face, struggling to stay on my toes.

Tomura is behind me moments later though and squeezes his hands under my armpits to lift me. My neck jerks as he gives me a harsh shake, momentarily disorienting me until he leans me over his heavily bandaged father figure.

"This is what heroes do," he hisses in my ear. "This is what All Might did to our Master!"

I gasp in total shock, my nose just inches above the blood-soaked bandages covering AFO's face. It can't be true… It can't! No matter how many times I sat through the 'talks' about the failures and inconsistencies in heroes, I always have maintained a glimmer of hope that they are wrong…

"All Might is supposed to save people! Not… not do this…"

I feel my own eyes begin burning with angry, betrayed tears and I tangle my fists in the sheet covering All For One. "W-why?"

Tomura yanks me back and sets me down roughly, kneeling to get on my level as he re-grabs my upper arms and gets in my face. "I told you, Deku. Heroes are just government instruments of violence and All Might is the worst of them. Look at what he did to our Master! They're what's wrong with society. Do you understand, now? Do you?"

Another sniveling whimper escapes my lips from the ache in my arms and the losing battle in my mind. It feels like something inside me is breaking—like a part of me is collapsing in on itself. Any resistance I've clung to for five long years shrivels up and dies the longer I look between AFO's broken body and Tomura.

I wiggle my arms up until I'm released then fling them around Tomura's neck, crushing my nose into his collarbone. "I understand, Tomura! I hate them! I hate heroes and I hate All Might the most! I want them to pay for hurting Master!"

He holds me close and pets my unruly hair as he too starts crying once more. His forehead drops to my shoulder and I can feel his body shuddering with rage, but I know he's comforted that I finally see the truth. We'll bring this world to its end… together.

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