~Recovering~ |BNHA/MHA Story|

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It was all a blur.

Numbness. Then pain.

Pain.

It all was dark, mind bobbing in and out.

But nothing could make up for what was about to happen.

He was faced with a man with yellow-blond hair in what looked like a bird mask... one that.. he had seen in media articles about yakuza. Who.. was he?

Izuku was scared.

Hands reached out, Izuku's eyes flashed in and out of reality and into the horrid memories that haunted him. They shadowed over, everything parallel to his deepest horrors.

It was just this hand was gloved, instead of the calloused and cold skin before the unbearable pain, it was silk smoothing over his arm, the right one. The one he still had a hand on.

He had never felt so disconnected and useless with only one hand. He never realized how often he relied on them. He felt lost, empty, useless.

He couldn't get out of the mindset either.

He was dragged along by this masked man, trembling with weak whimpers as he tripped over his own two feet. Soon he was thrown into a room, another bird-masked man sitting on a single couch, the air smelling freshly of cleaner.

"Thank you, you can leave now, Setsuno." The man spoke, voice oddly professional. Izuku couldn't help but tremble a bit more, not daring to move. He learned from his childhood. He knew how dangerous these people could be simply from his father.

The man on the couch looked at him curiously before his eyes narrowed and he spoke in disgust. "You're filthy."

Izuku couldn't help but flinch, looking down at his body. His shirt was flaked with his own blood, also dust and dirt on him.

"But."

This simple word chilled Izuku. Just the fact he had more to say- good or bad- made Izuku want to vomit.

"You're quirkless. And quirks are even more disgusting than any physical grime." The lengthy man stood up, gloves hands stretching out almost into a grand gesture and fur hood falling over his shoulders lazily. "This world is filled with them. Only 20% of the population actually clean... and you've been blessed into it. How luck are you?"

What was he saying? Quirks weren't dirty! They were cool, Izuku didn't understand, his confusion slipping onto his pale face.

"..but what about you makes you quirkless? Your dna? Body shape? Bone structure?" The man didn't bother to answer Izuku's confusion simply stating his own.

"I just want to take you apart and find out.."

Izuku trembled, now trying to scramble back but his hand prevented it.

The crazed look in this man's eyes reminded him of Tomuchan... but they were wise. And evil intelligence was never good.

"You can call me Overhaul, Izuku." He shivered, he didn't like his name coming from this man- no.. Overhaul. He hated it. It didn't sound nice.

Izuku was terrified.

It didn't help that his back hit a wall.

It didn't help that Overhaul was taking off his glove.

It didn't help that his hand reached down, aimed for his forehead.

And it didn't help that Izuku barely got out a scream before a pain even wore that Tomuchan's quirk spread through his body, tearing him limb to limb....

'Its dark. Why can't I see? It hurts.. everything hurts...'

Izuku woke up groggy and whimpering, everything burning. He couldn't remember what had happened or where he was... but he knew this wasn't Dabi's room.

Looking around the room he could tell that this was some sort of cell, a blocky bed was in the corner, a few toys were scattered around too. There was an extremely small window, bars covering it. The moon shone through the small gaps, lighting the room up just barely. Over all there was a pretty intimidating, rusting iron door, seemingly the only escape to the room.

After a minute of being huddled on the cold concrete the very door slammed open, a small trembling figure being booted in and sprawled to the floor with pathetic whimpers.

His eyes widened, broken voice choking out words, "E . .  E r i . . ?"