What Makes a Hero

60

Did I forget that Midoriya didn't have his contacts on while with the league? Pffffffffffffff

Maybe.

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"why do I feel like someone is plotting my demise?" Midoriya questioned as he made a pair of makeshift scissors with his hand.

"Well, Dabi over there hasn't stopped glaring at you since your little fight," Toga responded as she hit the top of Midoriya's hand with a fist.

"You two have also been saying rock, scissors, paper for the past half an hour," Bakugo rolled his eyes, "it's paper, scissors, rock" he added.

"No no no, it's paper, rock, scissors!" Twice said from the couch where he was watching.

"What? No, Shinsou clearly taught me this way" Midoriya frowned before starting another game with Toga.

The game had been pretty easy with Toga switching up her pattern every time Midoriya had managed to figure it out.

"Also, are you still mad about that?" Midoriya turned to where he had last heard Dabi, "that was like three days ago, I already apologized." he laid his hand out to mimic paper.

"You're facing the wrong way idiot, I'm at the bar," Izuku didn't need to see to know Dabi was scowling at him.

Two fingers shaped as scissors pretended to cut Midoriya's makeshift paper making him groan in frustration.

"Nope, that was rock Toga, don't try changing it up," Twice scolded.

"Still, my point still stands, Izuku got mad because you weren't listening and you threw the first punch," Midoriya pointed out as Toga sighed and placed her fist under Midoriya's palm in defeat.

"Who's keeping track of the score?" Toga paused the game to ask.

Bakugo and twice looked at each other expectantly, "I stopped counting after rip-off Dracula's fifth win" Bakugo admitted.

"We were keeping track?" Twice asked.

Izuku and Toga both groaned as their score was now unknown.

"The score was 34-27"

Izuku immediately stood up as the living room TV crackled to life. "Sensei." He greeted with a brief bow.

"Midoriya, I think it's time for us to have another talk, don't you think?"

Izuku pushed down the feeling of dread that followed the implications of what a "talk" could be. Izuku could only nod in agreement before Kurogiri formed a portal under him.

Izuku stumbled slightly as his feet made contact with solid floor again. This time, the floor was cracked and broken concrete instead of the old wood that the bar had.

"The heroes will be arriving soon," All for one started. "I believe that you have been punished long enough for your foolish mistakes, am I correct?"

Izuku was quick to nod in agreement with the villain, "yes sir, I won't try to go against your orders or attempt to sabotage your plans ever again."

"Good, now come here."

Izuku reluctantly walked forward until his head softly bumped into the villain's hand. He couldn't help but flinch as the hand closed around his head.

"You know this wouldn't be happening if you had just listened," All for One sighed, "you're my favorite project and I hate to cause unnecessary harm to you."

Before Izuku could respond, he was hit with the pain of multiple quirks being forced into his body almost all at once. He could feel his arms raise in an attempt to pry the villain's hand off his face before his whole body seized on itself. He had half a mind to worry about his teeth as his jaw clenched painfully hard in an attempt to muffle any scream that could've slipped up.

In less than a minute, All for One removed his hand and let Izuku fall to the floor in a shaking and coughing mess. "Kurogiri, take him to his room."

A portal opened up underneath him which only made him feel worse as he fell through oblivion and landed harshly on his bed.

Once the portal closed and he was sure he was alone, Izuku let out a quiet sob as he slowly curled in on himself. Getting a quirk taken away was painful, but having one- much less multiple- forced in you felt like literal hell. Broken and tired, Izuku laid on his bed trying not to cry too loud by using All for One's words as some sort of consolation.

After all, the man was right, It was his fault.

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Jiro stiffly walked through the halls of UA, she didn't mean to listen to the pro's conversation, really. She just wanted to ask Present Mic about the upcoming quiz. She didn't expect for her to end up listening to her teachers talk about the possible location of her classmates, about how Midoriya won't be coming back to class, or how a supervillain is holding them captive.

Jiro couldn't help but lose a little bit of hope in getting her friends back. A villain so strong that the government is hiding him from the public... We're her friends still alive?

"Jiro?" a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Kirishima a stood in front of her, hand on her should and concern clear on his face. He was Bakugo and Midoriya's friend, he would help her.

Before she could second guess herself, Jiro forced herself to say something, "Our classmates are in danger." she hadn't meant to say that exactly, but it was the only thing she could focus on.

"What?" Kirishima took a few steps closer to her, "is the league planning another attack? Did you hear something about Midoriya and Bakugo?"

Jiro stiffly walked forward to meet the redhead, "I heard the teachers talking about where Bakugo and Midoriya are. Get the rest of the class. The heroes aren't going to save Midoriya."