Izuku the Radio Demon MHAXHAZBINHOTEL

Prologue: Straw that broke deer's back

  /O/ -Major Timeskip or change of perspective

important phrases  or  memories of some person

(Alastor side speaking)

 Izuku Yagi was running for his life, this time he was sure they will kill him, or try to. It was almost 7 years since his unexpected diagnosis of quirklesness and everything gone downhill. His life was supposed to be carefree, with two strong parents at his back watching him and his simbling grow to best heros in this world. But not everything went as it should be.

 He didn't got a quirk which his friends took as a betrayal on his part, it didn't mattered to them things were out of his control and he couldn't help it he was quirkless, then later they justified themselves that somebody quirkless cannot be a hero because they will die with the first encounter with a villain.

His parents stopped caring about him, and focused on carying about his sister, after long day at school no dinner awaited him, no pleasant smiles how he longed to get at least one smile in his life directed at him and not those vicous sneers that his dissapointed parents gave him.

 He tired, he really tried to be better, to rise to his teachers, peers, parents expectations but he never was enough, not matter how smart he was, how well mannered he was he never was enough.

For one simple little thing he couldn't control.

His lack of quirk.

Oh how he prayed, begged, and tried multiple things to make things work.

 "He is here! Go get him guys!" Shouted a voice he knew to well through those long, suffering 7 years.

 He needed to escape, he needed to run, but...

he was so tired of running, of hurting of...

everything...

 It wasn't at all entertaining...

 As he took a needed breath he was surrounded from all sides by laughing shadows above him, they were jeering, laughing at his misfortune, he wanted them, for what they did to him, he wanted to catch them and make them his ... and make them scream in pain like they made him scream in pain.

"Here you are freak! You thought you could ecape us just like that with your weak quirkless ass?" One of the goons asked, the one with long fingers he remembered him adding him to his list of possible entertainment, he didn't know what that list meant to him, he just got a list in his head and in his notebook number 13 of people that hurted him.

 He felt himself getting lifted up and seated on nearby stump of a tree. Before he knew what the hell was happening to him all 5 of his tormentors were in front of him.

"Here you are Deku! Esaping can only carry you this far!" Shoka snarled and before him another blurry character stepped forward looking at him with disdain like he was the worst there is.

"Let me wipe the smile from your face" one voice said and Izuku recognized him as Shoto Todoroki, he knew what was coming so he started struggling in his bindings but it was already to late. He felt as flames and Ice were cooking him alive, releasing smell like a roasted venison...

Why does he smell venison?

Through the years of suffering he developed some sort of madness and one of his various mental issues was...

"HAHAHAHAHHAHA" Izuku started laughing through tears. He long ago stopped crying, tears maybe never stopped but at some point he was hurt so much he just couldn't cry anymore.