In the meeting room at UA, the atmosphere was tense. Nezu stood at the front, his small frame unassuming yet commanding respect from the entire teaching staff assembled before him. The room was packed, filled with the most elite educators in hero society Eraser Head, Present Mic, Midnight, Snipe, Ectoplasm, Cementoss, Recovery Girl, and many others. All Might was notably absent, likely occupied with the aftermath of the recent events.

Nezu cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

Nezu:Hello, everyone. I appreciate you all gathering on such short notice. I have some important news to share, and it's about the vigilante known as Nemesis.

A murmur ran through the room. Nemesis was a name everyone had heard of a powerful vigilante who had been operating in the shadows, taking down criminal organizations with ruthless efficiency.

Snipe:I heard he was really strong

Snipe said, leaning back in his chair.

Snipe:It took All Might and other elite pro heroes to bring him down. Must've been one hell of a fight.

Midnight:Why use such force, though?

Midnight interjected, crossing her arms as she leaned forward.

Midnight:From what I've heard, he only takes down criminal organizations. What was the need to involve All Might and such heavy hitters?

The room went quiet as the others turned their attention to Nezu, who remained composed.

Aizawa, ever the observant one, was the first to break the silence.

Aizawa:There's an even bigger picture here, right?

Nezu nodded slowly, his expression grave.

Nezu:Indeed. It turns out that Nemesis is only 15 years old… and his name is Izuku Midoriya.

Gasps filled the room as the revelation hit them like a ton of bricks. The teachers exchanged bewildered looks, trying to process what they had just heard.

Ectoplasm:Wait… that would make him Hisashi Midoriya's son

Ectoplasm muttered, his mind racing.

Ectoplasm:The one who ran away years ago

Present Mic shook his head in disbelief.

Present Mic:Damn, that's some freaky stuff… You're telling me Nemesis is just a brat?

Nezu:Not just any brat

Nezu said, his tone somber.

Nezu:There's more to this story, and it's much darker than any of us could have anticipated.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes.

Aizawa:What else aren't you telling us, Nezu?

Nezu sighed, a look of sorrow in his eyes as he nodded toward the stack of reports in front of him.

Nezu:I suggest you all take a look at the reports I've provided. They contain the full details of Izuku Midoriya's background.

The teachers exchanged hesitant glances before reaching for the reports. The moment they opened the files, a collective sense of horror washed over them.

Midnight's eyes widened in shock as she flipped through the pages, her hand trembling. "OH MY GOD!" she shouted, the file slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor.

The images contained within the file were nothing short of gruesome. The pictures depicted a young boy Izuku Midoriya being subjected to unspeakable horrors. His body was shown being torn apart, skin peeled back to expose muscle and bone. There were images of him being injected with various unknown serums, his veins bulging and his eyes rolling back in agony. Gruesome depictions of his "training" sessions showed him forced to endure extreme physical torture his limbs twisted and broken repeatedly, forced to regenerate at an accelerated rate due to the modifications done to his body. The reports detailed how his entire body had been genetically modified, transforming him into something far beyond human—a vessel for a powerful quirk, one that had driven him to the brink of madness.

Ectoplasm couldn't hide his disgust as he threw the file down on the table.

Ectoplasm:What the hell is this… What's the meaning of this, Nezu?

Cementos:Those monsters…

Cementoss muttered, his voice trembling with anger.

Cementos:They treated him like a lab rat… no, worse… they destroyed his humanity.

"I've seen a lot of horrible things in my career," Snipe added, his voice cold and hard, "but this… this is something else. How could anyone do this to a kid?"

Present Mic:Monstrous doesn't even begin to describe it

Present Mic said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Present Mic:And we didn't even know… This was happening right under our noses.

Recovery Girl, who had been silent up until this point, looked down at the file in front of her, her expression pained.

Recovery girl:It's unforgivable… how could we have let this happen? How could we, as heroes, have failed so completely?

Nezu's eyes reflected the guilt that weighed heavily on his heart.

Nezu:Izuku Midoriya was quirkless

he began, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Nezu:He was captured and experimented on for years, subjected to unspeakable torture. His entire body was genetically modified to wield a powerful quirk one that he couldn't control. In the end, he lost control and… killed everyone in that facility. He destroyed everything around him. After that… he became Nemesis, a vigilante dedicated to make those who subject others similar to him pay

The room was silent, the weight of Nezu's words sinking in.

Aizawa:I can't believe… as heroes, we actually let this happen

Aizawa finally said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and regret.

Aizawa:We failed him in every possible way. We should have been there to protect him… but we weren't.

Midnight's eyes were filled with tears as she tried to comprehend the horrors Izuku had faced.

Midnight:He's just a child… He never should have had to go through any of this. It's no wonder he became what he did… Who could blame him?

Present Mic:I've seen kids go through rough times, but nothing like this

Present Mic said, his voice uncharacteristically subdued.

Present Mic:This… this is beyond anything I could have imagined.

Cementos:Heroes are supposed to protect the innocent

Cementos added, his fists clenched.

Cementos:But we didn't protect him. We let him slip through the cracks, and now… now we're left with this.

Ectoplasm:It's not right

Ectoplasm said, his voice filled with bitterness.

Ectoplasm:We were supposed to be better than this… but we failed. And now, that kid is paying the price for our failure.

Nezu nodded solemnly, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Nezu:Izuku was given an opportunity a choice, if you will. He could either join UA as a student or be sent to Tartarus to serve a twenty-five-year sentence. He chose UA… not just as a student, but also for rehabilitation.

The room was silent as the teachers processed what Nezu had just said.

Nezu:I was told to choose two teachers to assist in his counseling and rehabilitation

Nezu continued

Nezu:and I've chosen Aizawa and Midnight, since Izuku will be joining Class 1-A. But before we proceed, I want to hear all of your thoughts.

The room was silent for a moment before Aizawa spoke up, his voice firm.

Aizawa:It's going to be tough. The other possible new students in Class 1-A… they won't take this news lightly. And Izuku… he's been through so much already. But if he's willing to try, then so am I. I'll do everything I can to help him. I won't let him down.

Midnight nodded, her usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

Midnight:I'm with you, Aizawa. This kid… he's been through hell and back. If we can help him find some sense of peace… if we can help him heal, even just a little bit, then it'll be worth it. We owe him that much, at least.

Cementoss folded his arms, his expression resolute.

Cementos:We need to make sure he's protected. Not just from the outside world, but from himself. He's carrying a lot of pain… a lot of anger. We need to help him channel that in a way that won't destroy him.

Snipe nodded in agreement.

Snipe:We'll need to keep a close eye on him. He's dangerous, no doubt about it. But he's also a victim. We need to remember that.

Recovery Girl looked around at the other teachers, her eyes filled with determination.

Recovery girl:This is going to be a long and difficult journey, but we're heroes. This is what we do. We help those who need it most, even when it seems impossible. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to help this boy.

Ectoplasm sighed, shaking his head.

Ectoplasm:I still can't believe it… But if there's even a chance we can help him, then I'm in. We can't let him down again.

Present Mic gave a small nod, his usual loud personality subdued.

Present Mic:We've got to make this right. We can't change what happened, but we can try to give him a future. That's what being a hero is about, right?

Nezu looked around the room, seeing the resolve in each of the teachers' faces.

Nezu:Thank you, all of you. This won't be easy, but I believe in each of you. Together, we can help Izuku find a path forward.

The room fell into a contemplative silence, each teacher deep in thought about the monumental task that lay ahead. They all knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult road, but they were heroes. They had faced impossible odds before, and they would do so again for Izuku, and for the chance to help him find redemption.

Meanwhile

Toga:Do you think they'll send Izuku to Tartarus?

Toga sighed, her voice laced with an unfamiliar heaviness as she stared at the damp, grimy walls of the sewer tunnel. The dim light cast long shadows, adding to the gloomy atmosphere that had settled over them like a suffocating blanket.

Dabi, leaning against the wall with his usual nonchalance, shrugged.

Dabi:Nah, kid. His dad's a pro hero, and considering everything Izuku's been through, especially his connection to All Might, they'll probably stick him in some kind of rehab program or maybe even send him to Union Academy.

Toga's shoulders slumped even more. "UA..." she repeated, her voice trailing off. She sighed again, deeper this time, as if trying to release a burden too heavy to carry any longer.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, noticing her unusual demeanor.

Dabi:Shouldn't you be more worried about your bloodlust or... well, you get the idea?

She shook her head slowly, a wistful expression crossing her face.

Toga:Izuku's blood... it quenched that thirst the first time I tasted it. I'm not really addicted to it. I only pretended so I could see him again.

Dabi smirked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

Dabi:Damn, that's cute... So, you've got a crush on him, huh?

Toga's eyes lit up with that familiar crazed gleam, her smile wide and unrestrained.

Toga:Of course I do! I love Izuku!

Her tone shifted, taking on that characteristic manic edge that Dabi had grown used to.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "And she's back," he muttered under his breath. He should have known better than to think Toga could stay down for long.

But then, just as quickly, her expression softened, and she looked down at her hands, which she had clasped tightly in her lap.

Toga:But... I'm actually glad that he's at Union

she said, her voice calm and sincere, a stark contrast to her usual erratic behavior.

Dabi blinked in surprise. "Why?" He couldn't hide the shock in his voice.

Dabi:Why would you be glad about that?

Toga glanced at him, her eyes clear and steady.

Toga:Simple. Knowing Izuku, he might find that spark again the one that motivates him to become a hero. And since he's been through hell, he knows what life is like for people like us. He would want to change the fate of children or people who've suffered like us.

Dabi stared at her, his mind reeling from her words. She was right... as much as he hated to admit it, she was absolutely right. Izuku was the type of person who, despite all the darkness he'd been through, would still try to find the light, to help others avoid the pain he'd endured. It was infuriatingly noble, and in a way, it made Dabi sick to his stomach.

Dabi:So what are you going to do about it then?

Dabi finally asked, his voice gruff, hiding the conflicted emotions swirling inside him.

Toga's face lit up again, but this time, there was a new determination in her eyes.

Toga:I'll support him

she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

Dabi:Support him? How exactly do you plan to do that? By kidnapping more heroes? Or maybe by sneaking into Union Academy and causing chaos?

Toga shook her head, her expression growing serious.

Toga:No, nothing like that. I mean, sure, I'll still do what I need to survive, but... when it comes to Izuku, I want to be someone he can rely on, someone who understands him. If he decides to become a hero, I want to help him in whatever way I can. I want him to know he's not alone.

Dabi couldn't help but chuckle darkly.

Dabi:You do realize how crazy that sounds, right? You, helping a future hero while still doing villainous things? You're walking a pretty fine line there, Toga.

She nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words.

Toga:Yeah, I know. But I've always been a little crazy, haven't I? This is just another part of it.

Dabi pushed himself off the wall, walking over to stand beside her. He looked down at her, studying her face for a moment before speaking.

Dabi:And what if it doesn't work out? What if Izuku rejects you, or worse, what if he ends up fighting against you?

Toga's smile faltered, but she didn't look away.

Toga:Then... I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. But for now, all I want is to be there for him, in any way that I can.

Dabi let out a long breath, shaking his head.

Dabi;You're one messed up kid, you know that?

She giggled, the sound almost childlike in its innocence.

Toga:Takes one to know one.

Dabi rolled his eyes, but there was a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. He had to admire her resolve, even if it was completely twisted.

Dabi:And what about me? What do you think I should do?

Toga tilted her head to the side, thinking for a moment.

Toga:Well... I think you should follow your heart, Dabi. Do what you feel is right, whether that's sticking to our path or... maybe finding your own way.

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

Dabi:Follow my heart? What are we, in a fairy tale now?

She shrugged, her smile never wavering.

Toga:Maybe we are. Or maybe we're just people trying to survive in a world that's been cruel to us. Either way, we get to choose how we live, right?

Dabi didn't respond immediately, his mind wandering as he thought about everything that had led him to this point. The anger, the betrayal, the burning desire for revenge it was all still there, festering inside him. But Toga's words struck a chord, no matter how much he wanted to dismiss them.

Dabi:yeah... maybe

he finally said, his voice low. He turned his gaze to the dark tunnel ahead, where their path continued, uncertain and filled with shadows.

Dabi:But don't get your hopes up too much, Toga. The world doesn't change that easily, and neither do people.

Toga:I know

she replied, her voice soft

Toga:But I still believe in Izuku. And maybe, just maybe, he'll prove us both wrong.

Dabi remained silent, the echoes of her words lingering in the air between them. For once, he didn't have a snarky comeback or a cynical remark. Instead, he just stood there, contemplating the possibilities possibilities that seemed so distant, so out of reach, yet somehow, a tiny part of him couldn't help but wonder.

Toga:Come on

Toga said suddenly, breaking the silence. She jumped to her feet, her usual energy returning as she twirled around.

Toga:We've got things to do, people to see, and blood to spill! But don't worry, I'll make sure to save some for Izuku when he needs it.

Dabi smirked, shaking his head as he watched her skip down the tunnel.

Dabi:You're impossible, you know that?

She glanced back at him, a mischievous grin on her face.

Toga:And you wouldn't have it any other way.

With that, they continued down the dark, winding path, the faint sound of water dripping echoing around them. Despite everything, there was a strange sense of camaraderie between them, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared pain and twisted desires.

And as they moved forward, both of them couldn't help but wonder what the future held not just for them, but for the boy who had somehow become the center of their chaotic world.

Tbh I'm loving toga in this fanfic, sad she died and also what happened to dabi

Damn too cruel