Kuroki got up unexpectedly, moving with a speed that caught me completely off guard. Before I could react, he grabbed me and hurled me across the room with incredible force. The impact sent me smashing through several reinforced walls, each one collapsing under the sheer power of his throw. I gritted my teeth as the pain surged through my body, but my regeneration quickly kicked in, healing my injuries as I staggered to my feet.

I glanced down at my hands, realizing they had fully regenerated. I had almost forgotten the extent of my own power in the heat of battle. A cold smirk crossed my lips as I prepared to strike back.

"Shadow Step,"

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the crumbling debris.

In an instant, I vanished, moving faster than the eye could see. I attacked Kuroki from all sides, striking him with a series of rapid kicks and punches. He managed to block one of my kicks, but I only smirked.

Izuku: I have another leg

I said coldly, driving my foot into his face with enough force to send him flying backward.

As he hurtled through the air, I raised my hand, dark green energy gathering at my fingertips.

"Eclipse Beam,"

I commanded, firing a concentrated beam of energy that spiraled into a drill-like form. It bored into his chest, tearing through flesh and bone until it left a gaping hole where his heart should have been.

But to my dismay, Kuroki got up again, laughing as the wound in his chest began to close

Izuku:No... This can't be

I muttered, realizing that his body was breaking down and yet still healing. There was something off about this-something that nagged at the back of my mind.

His laughter echoed through the destroyed facility.

Dr kuroki: I know what you're thinking

he taunted.

Dr kuroki:What's my real quirk? It's body modification.

He grinned, his eyes wild with madness.

Dr kuroki:All my life, I have pursued one thing, and that's true evolution. I was laughed at, scorned for my methods.

I looked at him emotionlessly, knowing the truth of his words.

Izuku:Of course, they'll laugh at your methods

I replied.

Izuku:i'm a living example of that.

He shook his head, his grin widening.

Dr kuroki:Exactly! But yet I achieved it, didn't I? I wasn't wrong... In a way. I thought you were a success, but you even surpassed my expectations. Your current strength could-yes, it could kill All Might. Haven't I succeeded?

I dodged an attack from behind, barely catching the movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a body double, a trick he had used to distract me. I retaliated with a powerful kick, shattering the double's face and sending it flying.

Our battle raged on, an epic clash of power and will. Both of us were taking damage, but neither of us was willing to back down. Kuroki's body was slowly dying, unable to keep up with the strain of his quirk and the injuries I was inflicting. But he refused to give in.

His hand grew immensely larger, grotesque and swollen, crackling with a chaotic mix of energy. The flesh seemed to ripple and distort, as if barely able to contain the raw power within. The skin split in places, exposing the glowing, pulsing energy that threatened to burst forth. It was a monstrous sight, a terrifying display of his body modification quirk taken to its absolute limit.

Dark green lines gathered around my fist, the energy surging through my veins until it was almost unbearable. My hand began to release steam, the heat of the power I was generating causing the air around me to warp and shimmer. This was going to be my strongest attack yet-a final move that would decide this battle once and for all.

Kuroki sprouted grotesque, bat-like wings from his back, each one covered in spikes and twisted veins. He leaped into the air, his wings beating furiously as he gathered energy for his own final attack.

Izuku:All Out Void Smash!

I roared as descending upon me with the force of a meteor.

I met his attack with a more powerful version of my Void Smash, pouring every ounce of energy and strength I had left into the strike. The dark green energy swirling around my fist intensified, the steam now billowing out in thick clouds. My muscles tensed to their breaking point as I thrust my fist forward, meeting Kuroki's attack head-on.

When our attacks collided, the resulting explosion was cataclysmic. The power clash was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The energy released in that moment was enough to rip through the very fabric of reality. The shockwave expanded outward in a massive dome, tearing through the facility and everything in its path.

For a brief moment, time itself seemed to stand still, the only sound the deafening roar of our combined attacks. The energy swirling around us was a mix of dark green and crimson red, intertwining in a violent dance that lit up the ruins of the lab with an otherworldly glow. The very ground beneath us cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer force of our power.

And then, with a final, ear-shattering blast, the energy erupted in a massive explosion. The shockwave tore through the remains of the facility, disintegrating everything in its path. It was an explosion of immense yet terrifying beauty-a brilliant flash of light followed by a mushroom cloud of debris that rose high into the sky. The entire facility was obliterated in an instant, reduced to nothing more than a smoldering crater.

When I woke up, I found myself among the rubble, my body broken and battered. My regeneration was working overtime, but even it was struggling to keep up with the damage I had taken. I could feel my bones knitting back together, my flesh slowly healing, but the pain was overwhelming.

As I slowly regained my senses, I saw what was left of Dr. Kuroki. His body was a mangled, twisted wreck, barely recognizable as human. His wings were torn and shredded, his limbs bent at unnatural angles. His flesh was burned and charred, the remnants of his once-powerful form now nothing more than a husk. But even in his broken state, he was still alive, his eyes flickering with the last remnants of his will to survive.

I staggered to my feet, my body trembling with exhaustion.

Izuku:I was quirkless, neglected, bullied badly by my sister, friends and family and society.. and ran away, only to be experimented upon by villains

I said, my voice hoarse.

Izuku:have faced pain no boy or anyone of my age can ever take... and I got a quirk-possibly even the strongest quirk ever.

I looked down at Kuroki, at the man who had put me through so much suffering. But even as I stared at his broken body, I felt a strange emptiness inside me-a hollow, aching void that no amount of power could fill.

Izuku:But... yet why do I have these feelings?

I muttered to myself, my voice barely a whisper. Even after everything, even after all the pain

I remembered having a family

I remembered being happy

I stretched out my hand, happiness...I wonder how it felt

Though I am free it feels like I've fallen from grace this time

I struggled to my feet, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. The pain was unbearable, but I forced myself to stand, knowing that if I stayed down, I might never get back up. My lungs burned as I coughed up blood, the metallic taste filling my mouth. I was alive, but just barely. The facility around me was nothing more than a smoldering ruin, the remnants of our battle strewn across the ground like the debris of a forgotten war.

Everything was gone.

I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on the broken figure of Dr. Kuroki. He was still alive, barely, his body a grotesque mockery of what it once was. His flesh was peeling away, revealing the bone and muscle underneath, his once-terrifying form now crumbling into dust.

"Surv...ive," he rasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of the crackling flames that surrounded us.

I fell to the ground, my strength finally giving out. I landed hard on my butt, too exhausted to even feel the impact. My vision blurred as I looked at him, my mind struggling to make sense of everything that had happened. He had been trying to kill me-no, more than that. He had been trying to push me, to force me to adapt, to become something more.

Izuku:So this was all part of your plan

I said, my voice hollow and devoid of emotion.

Izuku:Let me guess... body modification combined with an imperfect One Above All and supplemented it with other quirks hoping it would slow or stop you're demise You were slowly dying the whole time, weren't you? You were hoping that the next experiment would work. Isn't that right? Once it was a success, you were going to fight me... get me to adapt and even become stronger.

There was a long silence, broken only by the distant sound of collapsing walls and the flickering of flames. Kuroki's lips twitched into a faint smile, a look of twisted satisfaction crossing his face.

Dr kuroki:You're one smart boy

he whispered, his voice a mere breath of what it once was. His body was crumbling before my eyes, falling apart piece by piece.

Izuku:So... in a way, I won. Izuku, you hate me. Yes, you have every reason to hate me... but still, thank you. Thank you for being my success...

And with that, the last remnants of life drained from his eyes. His body collapsed inward, disintegrating into dust that was carried away by the wind. There was nothing left of him, nothing but the echoes of his final words and the empty void he left behind.

I didn't move. I didn't even react. After everything I had been through, after all the pain, the suffering, the torment-I couldn't bring myself to care. The man who had put me through hell was dead, and yet there was no sense of victory, no feeling of closure. Just emptiness.

I slowly turned my attention to a small metal frame on the ground, barely visible beneath the rubble. With what little strength I had left, I staggered to my feet and made my way over to it. My hand trembled as I reached out, brushing away the debris to reveal a hidden compartment beneath the frame.

"Fallen Star," I muttered to myself, activating the mechanism.

With a soft click, the compartment opened, revealing a small, weathered bag hidden inside. I pulled it out, feeling the weight of it in my hands. This was it-the one thing I had managed to hide from Kuroki. The one thing that might give me some semblance of justice for everything I had been through.

I opened the bag and pulled out its contents: my file, filled with detailed notes on every experiment that had been done to me, every violation of my body and mind. And at the bottom of the bag, a flash drive. It was old, battered, but intact. This drive contained the information, videos, and images of everything that had been done to me. Every twisted experiment, every moment of agony, every cry for help that had gone unanswered.

I stared at the file and the flash drive in my hands, feeling the weight of them pressing down on me. This was my proof-my evidence. It was everything I needed to expose Kuroki and the monsters who had turned me into what I was now.

But as I stood there, surrounded by the ruins of the facility, I couldn't help but feel a deep, gnawing sense of dread. What was I supposed to do with this? Who would even believe me? The world had forgotten about me, abandoned me to the darkness. What was the point of exposing the truth when the world didn't care?

I clenched my fists, my body trembling with a mixture of anger and despair. I had faced pain no one my age should have to endure. I had been given a quirk, possibly the strongest quirk ever, but it had come at a price. It had cost me everything-my childhood, my innocence, my very humanity. And now, even with this proof in my hands, I didn't know what to do next.

I could hear Kuroki's voice in my head, taunting me even in death.

"You were my success, Izuku,"

he had said.

"But what are you now? What will you do with that power? What will you do now that you're free?"

Free. The word felt foreign, strange. I wasn't free. Not really. I was still trapped in this twisted body, in this broken mind. I was still a prisoner of the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon me.

But I had to keep moving forward. I had to survive. Not for Kuroki, not for anyone else-but for myself. For the boy I used to be, for the boy who had been taken away and replaced with this monster. I had to keep going, no matter how much it hurt.

I tucked the file and the flash drive back into the bag, securing it tightly. I would need this later, I told myself. There would come a time when I could use this, when I could expose the truth. But for now, I had to focus on what came next.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the long road ahead. There was still so much I didn't know, so much I didn't understand. But I couldn't let that stop me. I had to find a way to use this power, to control it, to make it my own. And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to reclaim the life that had been stolen from me.

I turned away from the ruins, my body still aching, but my resolve stronger than ever. I would survive. I would adapt. And one day, I would find a way to make things right. No matter how long it took, no matter what it cost me.

With one final glance at the destroyed facility, I began to walk away, the weight of my past heavy on my shoulders. But I carried it with me, knowing that it would be my guide, my reminder of what I had endured. And as I walked into the unknown, I made a silent promise to myself.

I would not let the darkness consume me. I would fight, I would survive, and I would find a way to live again. For me. For the boy I used to be. And for the future that had been stolen from me.

The air around me was cool as I zoomed across the desolate landscape, the wind whipping against my battered body. Each step felt like freedom, each leap a reminder that I was no longer chained to that facility. Activating Shadow Step, combined with the immense power of the One Above All, allowed me to move at speeds that defied logic, but even with all that power, I felt the weight of the past clinging to me.

As I shot into the air, landing on the hard ground before dashing away again, it hit me—I was free. The realization washed over me, a mixture of relief and hollow victory. I was finally free. Free from the experiments, the endless suffering, the nightmare that had been my life for so long. But at what cost?

The scenery blurred around me as I moved, but no matter how fast I went, I couldn't outrun the memories. They were burned into my mind, playing on an endless loop. The scars on my body, both visible and invisible, were reminders of everything I had endured. Every cut, every bruise, every agonizing moment—it was all there, just beneath the surface.

I was still alone. Even now, with the world stretched out before me, I couldn't shake the feeling of isolation. The world outside the facility was vast, but it felt empty, devoid of meaning. I was still the same person—depressed, broken, lost. What was my fate now? What was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to go?

I stopped running, skidding to a halt in the middle of nowhere. The vast expanse of land stretched out before me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was truly alone. No one chasing me, no one trying to hurt me. But that didn't make the pain go away. It didn't erase the years of torment, the agony I had endured.

My thoughts drifted back to my family, but the word felt foreign on my tongue. My family—what a joke. My parents, both of them pro heroes, celebrated by the entire country, yet they couldn't even find their own son. The very people who were supposed to protect me, who were supposed to love me, had turned their backs on me.

And then there was my twin sister, Izumi. The one who should have been closest to me, the one who shared my blood, my life. But instead, she had joined the others in tormenting me, bullying me, alongside Katsuki and Katsumi Bakugo. The Todoroki twins, Shoto and Shiori, were no different. They all saw me as something less than human, something to be scorned and ridiculed.

The memories flooded back, sharp and painful. The way they laughed at me, the way they taunted me, the way they hurt me. It was like I was reliving it all over again—the fear, the helplessness, the crushing weight of their hatred. The scars from the facility were nothing compared to the scars they had left on my soul.

Sure, what that facility did to me was a thousand times worse, but the betrayal cut deeper than any scalpel ever could. They were supposed to be my family, my friends, but instead, they were my tormentors. Even now, as I stood here, free from the physical chains, I was still bound by the chains of my past.

I looked down at myself, at the rags that clung to my body. I didn't look too good. I was covered in dirt, my clothes tattered and torn. My hands were shaking, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the memories, from the fear that still clung to me like a second skin.

I had the documents, the flash drive with everything that had been done to me. I could show them to the world, reveal the horrors of that facility, but what would that accomplish? What was stopping them from experimenting on me all over again? I was an anomaly, a living weapon, a potential All Might killer. They wouldn't see me as a victim—they'd see me as a tool, something to be controlled, to be studied, to be replicated.

And even if they didn't, what kind of life could I have now? I couldn't go back to my family, to the people who had betrayed me. I couldn't go back to a world that had forgotten about me, that had written me off as nothing more than a quirkless nobody.

No... I was done with them. I was done with all of it. They didn't deserve to see me again, didn't deserve to know what had happened to me. They had made their choice, and now I was making mine.

"I guess I'm going to live solo,"

I muttered to myself, the words feeling strange in the silence.

It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all I had. I was going to survive on my own terms, live my life free from the chains that had bound me for so long. I didn't know where I was going, didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew one thing for sure—I wasn't going to let them break me again.

The road ahead was long, and I had no idea where it would lead, but I was free. Truly free. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.