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Midoriya Izuku didn't get angry. He cried like a fountain, but was never one to get angry.
He didn't get angry when his dad called his mom a cheating whore and left them after he was diagnosed as quirkless. He didn't get angry when his mom was killed in the crossfire of a Villain attack and put in the care of foster parents who barely acknowledged his existence.
He didn't get angry after his idol crushed his dreams on a rooftop the same day his friend turned main tormentor told him to “take a swan dive off a roof and pray for a quirk in his next life.”
Even after all those so-called “Heroes” scolded him for doing their damn jobs and rescuing that explosive piece of shit from suffocating while they stood around with their thumbs up their asses, he didn't get angry.
Now, however, he was angry. No, scratch that, he was pissed!
He was used to people looking down on him for his quirk status, but he thought UA would be different. It was supposed to be the best Hero school in the country with a zero tolerance for discrimination, yet they allowed his homeroom teacher to expel him because he “lacked potential” and would “end up a liability in the field.”
Bullshit!
He not only passed the extremely biased Hero Course entrance exam, but ranked in the top ten! He proved he didn't need a quirk to help people and was even able to help that girl with the gravity quirk escape the Zero Pointer while everyone else ran away!
Yet all his teacher saw was his quirk status and he used that bullshit quirk assessment test as an excuse to get rid of him.
He knew it was bullshit because there was no way he scored last in that stupid test after all the training he did to a girl who couldn't do a single pull up or that little pervert!
A few of his fellow students, like the gravity girl, tried to stick up for him, but were silenced by threats of joining him in not just being expelled, but being blacklisted as well.
Honestly, he couldn't blame them for backing down. After all, being expelled from UA's Hero course meant no reputable school would touch them with a ten foot pole.
He didn't even have a problem with those who didn't stand up for him.
There were only four students he felt a personal grudge against: Kac- Bakugou, for obvious reasons, the little pervert who actually got last place but had cheered about the “quirkless freak” getting expelled instead, Todoroki, who he could tell had only been using half of his quirk, and Iida, who was quite adamant about Heroics being no place for a quirkless person.
The principal was of no help either. When he tried to get the decision overturned, Nedzu refused and gave the same bullshit explanation Aizawa gave about UA teachers essentially being able to do whatever they wanted and how he trusted the hobo's judgement.
Well, fine. If the universe didn't want him to be a Hero, he'd finally listen. It was time to call his uncle.
Uncle Kagerou was his mom's brother and the only living family he had left, but, due to the nature of his “work,” he was deemed ill suited to be Izuku's guardian.
However, that didn't stop Kagerou from looking out for his nephew the best he could. He made sure to keep Izuku's bank account full and had mailed him a burner phone to call him in case he ever needed anything.
Instead of returning to his foster home, he found a secluded area and took out the phone he got from his uncle and called the only number on it.
“Izuku?” came the concerned voice of his uncle.
“Uncle Kagerou…I was just expelled from UA because I'm quirkless,” Izuku said, tearing up.
“Oh, buddy, I'm so sorry,” Kagerou said, genuinely. “You want me to pull some strings to get you into another school? It won't be anything like Shiketsu or Ketsubutsu, but-”
“Actually…,” Izuku interrupted, wiping his tears and scowling. “I want you to help me get revenge on those quirkist bastards…I want you to introduce me to All for One.”
“...how do you know that name?” Kagerou practically hissed.
“I came across rumors of his existence on a few forums when I was looking up ways to possibly get a quirk,” Izuku explained. “Please, uncle. If anyone knows how to get in contact with him, it's you.”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the call before Kagerou continued.
“I'll see what I can do,” he said. “Just know he's gonna expect something in return. There's no such thing as a free lunch, kiddo.”
“...tell him about my analysis,” Izuku said, pulling out his charred notebook and, after a moment of hesitation, tore out All Might's signature. “I can give you one of my notebooks to show him.”
“Alright,” Kagerou said. “Use that key I gave you to leave it in locker 25 at the Musutafu gym and I'll send someone to pick it up.”
“One more thing,” Izuku nervously said. “Can…can I come live with you now?”
“Heh. Sure, buddy,” Kagerou said. “Never mind the locker, then. I'll have a car pick you up. Where are you?”
“I must say, Giran, this is quite impressive,” All for One smiled under his oxygen mask while using a touch based quirk to read the notebook he'd been given. “And you say he's only fifteen?”
“And quirkless, sir,” Giran said over the phone.
“Fascinating,” All for One hummed as he passed the notebook to the Good Doctor, who looked through it with great interest. “And what did you say he wanted for his insight?”
“Just some good ol’ fashioned revenge, sir,” Giran said.
“I think we can make that happen,” All for One chuckled. “Very well. I will have Kurogiri open a portal to the bar to speak with the boy.”
Aizawa lied on the couch in his apartment while stroking one of his cats as it purred on his stomach. He tried to open his eyes to stare up at the water stain on his ceiling only to remember he no longer had eyes.
It was supposed to be a simple field trip to teach the kids about rescue work. Then, those Villains showed up and he made the mistake of jumping into the fray instead of staying with Thirteen and his students.
He immediately activated his quirk, but was surprised to find most of the Villains were Mutants, thus immune to his quirk. Still, he had his capture scarf and while it was more difficult than he was used to, he managed to hold his own.
Then, that kid in the green hoodie and sunglasses with a balaclava covering his mouth threw sand in his face and all hell broke loose. While struggling to keep his eyes open, he was soon overwhelmed and being stomped into the ground after his scarf was ripped off of him.
The last thing he remembered was being held up while the kid stepped forward and the Villain covered in hands, whose name was Shigaraki, just giggled to himself in the background while disintegrating his scarf into dust.
The kid then pulled down his hood and removed his sunglasses and balaclava, making Aizawa's eyes widen.
“M-Midoriya?” Aizawa struggled to say as his head was held in place.
“You said I'd be a liability, yet all it took to take you down were a few mutants and some pocket sand,” Izuku venomously spat while drawing a knife. “Who has no potential now, sensei?”
Aizawa remembered screaming and struggling as his eyes were carved out of his head until he passed out.
He remembered freaking out upon waking up in the hospital to previously unimaginable darkness. After he had calmed down, Nezu explained what had happened.
While All Might eventually arrived and took down the monster the Villains brought along with most of the other Villains, Midoriya, Shigaraki, and the mist Villain, Kurogiri, got away. Not only that, but Mineta, Asui, and Kaminari were dead and Bakugou wasn't doing much better than himself.
Apparently, he and Kirishima tried attacking Kurogiri only to get his hands cut off at the wrist by a portal closing on them.
Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn't died due to blood loss, but Aizawa knew the prideful boy would be devastated at losing not just his hands, but his quirk as well.
Did Midoriya play a part in that as well? Most likely, given how his jealousy of the other boy was mentioned several times in his file.
“I'm sorry, Aizawa,” Nezu had said, sounding genuine. “But, given your current state, it should come as no surprise that you are being relieved of your duties as both a teacher and a Pro Hero.”
How long had it been since then?
Weeks? Months?
He wasn't sure. All his time was spent sleeping, drinking, and adapting to his new life.
Hizashi had moved back into the apartment they used to share to take care of him while he was first adjusting. Now, he and Nemuri visited daily to check up on him, restock his fridge, and make sure the cats were doing alright.
It had to have been at least a month since he remembered hearing from Hizashi how Todoroki had given himself permanent nerve damage during the Sports Festival that forced him to drop out of the Hero course.
Sighing, Aizawa felt around for the remote and turned on the news, listening as a reporter was discussing the attack on Hosu. Not only was it attacked by several Nomu, but the Hero Killer: Stain took advantage of the chaos to not only kill Native, but turn Iida into a paraplegic before escaping.
Zashi also said the boy was going to prison for attempted Vigilantism as well for trying to kill the Hero Killer and “avenge” his brother.
Idiot.
After all the other shit that happened so far this year, including the sudden death of Togata Mirio, not catching any of Iida's red flags was apparently the final straw for the HPSC and the Ministry of Education.
Zashi said there were talks of a stricter curriculum and that Nezu would be stepping down as principal. He was even warned that there'd be an investigation into all of his expulsions, but Aizawa just scoffed at that.
Every single one of those expulsions were warranted and he was ready to defend himself against anyone who said different.
Focusing back on the news, he heard another Hero, Mt. Lady, was found murdered in an alley, making her the fifth Hero death this week.
While concerning how this was becoming an almost daily thing, what really concerned Aizawa was how they were murdered.
Kamui Woods was burned to death and Slugger was found with his arms torn off. These, as well as others, weren't random incidents, but planned attacks that focused on their quirks and their weaknesses.
Not only were the Villains getting bolder, but smarter.
With a shudder, Aizawa turned off the tv and tried to go back to sleep when the cat on his stomach jumped down and he and the others hissed as the smell of ozone filled the room.
Before he could even try to react, his body was bound by something wrapping around him and he felt himself being pulled forward through a cold mist before being dropped onto a cold, hard floor that most certainly was not his apartment's carpeting. He also heard the whirring and clicks of machines.
Aizawa came to the logical conclusion that the League had kidnapped him.
Why? To finish the job?
Well, it's not like they can take much more from him.
He then heard a groan.
“S-sensei?” someone questioned.
He recognized that voice, but it was much softer than he remembered.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa called, wriggling on his stomach to face where he heard his former student's voice. “Bakugou, what's happening? Do you know where we are?”
“I dunno,” Bakugou said. “It looks like…some sorta lab or something. I'm strapped to a chair…Icy Hot is here, too.”
He sounded tired. Broken, even.
A far cry from the brash, arrogant boy that was brimming with potential he remembered.
“Don't worry,” Aizawa said, struggling to try and free himself. “I'm going to get us out of this-”
Aizawa heard what sounded like a metal door opening and several pairs of footsteps and what was perhaps a motorized wheelchair approaching them.
“Deku,” Bakugou growled, sounding more like his old self.
‘So, Midoriya's here,’ Aizawa thought with a scowl.
“Hello, Bakugou,” Midoriya coldly greeted. “Aizawa.”
“YOU WORTHLESS, QUIRKLESS FUCK!” Bakugou shouted as he began thrashing against his restraints. “I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL TO DEATH!”
SMACK!
“For once in your miserable life, kindly shut the fuck up, Kacchan,” Midoriya said in a threatening tone while Bakugou continued to yell muffled threats, bringing Aizawa to the conclusion he had been gagged after being slapped.
He then heard footsteps approaching and once again tried to free himself.
“Don't bother, Aizawa,” Midoriya droned, placing a hand on the back of his head before grabbing a handful of hair and slamming his face into the floor.
“Let's just skip this cutscene and dust ‘em already,” another raspy voice said.
“Now, now, Tomura,” another, calmer voice that sounded slightly muffled said. “This is Deku's moment and he deserves all the time in the world to savor it.”
“Thank you, Sensei,” Midoriya said. “Oh, could you please give Aizawa a way to temporarily see for, say, seven minutes?”
“Of course, my boy,” the calm voice said.
Aizawa suddenly felt a pain in his back as if being stabbed when, just as quickly as it happened, it stopped.
Suddenly, even though his eyelids were still shut, Aizawa's vision began to return.
“How…,” he wondered aloud to himself.
“I'll tell you in a minute,” Midoriya said. “For now, take some time to adjust.”
Doing just that, Aizawa took the opportunity to take in his surroundings and possibly find an escape.
He was indeed in a lab of some sort with six other people.
He recognized Bakugou, who was indeed gagged, thrashing about in his chair with the scarred stumps where his hands used to be on full display.
Next to him, Todoroki was similarly bound and still unconscious. The kid's right side was covered in frostbite scars.
Midoriya was standing above him in a black bodysuit and dark green overcoat with a bored expression on his face.
Shigaraki was near him, his wide, excited grin not completely hidden under the hand on his face
Leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and scowling down at him was a man with a torn cloth mask over his eyes and covered in knives.
Given the description he remembered, this must be Stain, and it seemed the theory that he was working with the League was correct.
His attention was then drawn to a man in a wheelchair hooked up to various pieces of medical equipment whose upper face was mostly scar tissue and grinning under an oxygen mask.
Sensei, he assumed.
Finally, standing next to Sensei was a short, overweight bald man in a lab coat with goggles over his eyes and a bushy, sandy blonde mustache.
“Alright, let's begin,” Midoriya said, walking over to Todoroki before slapping the left side of his face, waking him up.
“Wha- M-Midoriya?” Todoroki drowsily asked, his once obsidian right eye now gray and useless.
“I'm going to be frank, Todoroki,” Izuku began, glaring at the boy. “You're a fucking disgrace.”
Todoroki's brows furrowed in confusion and anger as Midoriya continued while holding up a hand.
“You had an amazing quirk, yet you refused to use it to its full potential. Now, I'm going to find out why.”
Midoriya placed a hand on Todoroki's head, making the other boy squirm and yell in pain while Bakugou's eyes widened.
Aizawa's eyes would've widened as well if he still had them. Midoriya didn't have a quirk, so what was he doing that caused Todoroki so much pain?
“Hmm…interesting,” Izuku said, lifting his hand.
Todoroki panted heavily as he hung his head.
“While I understand your reasoning, it's still no excuse,” Midoriya coldly stated. “Consider yourself lucky you hit your limit during the Sports Festival rather than out in the field where you could've gotten someone killed.”
“What the hell did you do to him?” Aizawa snarled.
“I just used one of my quirks,” Midoriya answered simply.
That caught the three captives by surprise.
Midoriya had a quirk?
Midoriya had quirks!?
“ULLHIT!” Bakugou angrily growled through his gag.
“I assure you, it's true,” Midoriya said. ““Collection” allows me to view and collect the memories of whoever I touch. The experience can be…unpleasant if the one I use it on decides to fight me, but the effect is the same. It's one of the five I was given by Sensei and the Doctor, along with “Minor Regeneration,” “Ultra Instinct,” “Scanning,” and, of course, the admittedly weaker duplicate of Sensei's quirk, “All for One.”
Aizawa choked on air and his eyes shot between Midoriya and the still grinning Sensei.
He'd heard stories of the Quirk Stealer, but he thought that was all they were!
But, even if Sensei really was All for One, surely there was no way Midoriya could possibly have-
Aizawa's train of thought was cut off as Midoriya’s right side froze over before his left side burst into flames.
While Aizawa and Bakugou just stared in horror and disbelief, Todoroki began to shake with anger.
“...no,” Todoroki growled as he looked up at Midoriya with hatred in his eyes. “Give it BACK! GIVE ME BACK HER ICE!”
While Todoroki continued to struggle in his seat, Midoriya turned off both sides of the quirk and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I'm sorry, Todoroki, but I can't give back what you never had,” Midoriya calmly explained. “I didn’t take your mother's quirk or your father's quirk, I took your quirk.”
Todoroki's struggling began to cease as the normally stoic boy began to openly sob.
“You were given everything, Todoroki,” Izuku coldly continued. “But you wasted it all by focusing on a petty feud with your father. So, I figured since you no longer have any need for your quirk, I may as well use it.”
Izuku smirked as he turned his gaze to Bakugou while explosions popped in his palm before looking down at Aizawa as his unruly hair began to float and his eyes began glowing red.
While Aizawa was still speechless, Bakugou began raging even harder.
“That's why I brought you all here,” Izuku explained. “While you were unable to use your quirks, they were still there and I couldn't just let them go to waste. I considered taking Iida's as well, but I can only hold so many quirks and I'd like to keep a slot or two open.”
“...then why'd you wait so long to collect,” Aizawa questioned upon finding his voice.
“It took a while for the Good Doctor to implant his copy of AfO,” Izuku explained. “Besides, I wanted you all to know how it felt to be like I was for a while. Y'know, useless, a “liability,” if you would.”
“...are you going to kill us now?” Todoroki weakly asked.
“Not yet,” Izuku said, walking toward the still struggling Bakugou with a hand raised. “First, I have something to share with my old friend, Kacchan. Did I mention “Collection” also allows me to share memories?”
Bakugou's muffled screams became painful as Midoriya placed his hand on Bakugou's head.
“Enjoy ten fucking years worth of pain!”
Even after removing his hand, Bakugou's screams continued for another several minutes until he passed out from the mental anguish, tears pouring from his eyes.
All this time, Aizawa was trying his best to free himself from what he deduced was a copy of his old capture scarf, but was unsuccessful.
“Welp, I've had my fun,” Midoriya said, dusting off his hands before patting Shigaraki on the shoulder. “Your turn, Tomuchan.”
“Finally,” Shigaraki said, a smile in his voice as he approached Aizawa. “I wanted to dust you from the moment I saw you, Eraserhead. Unfortunately, Sensei said I had to listen to Deku.”
Shigaraki flexed his fingers as his hand hovered just above Aizawa's struggling form as if he were trying to decide where to start decaying him.
“Well, better late than never!”
Shigaraki slapped his hand down on Aizawa's back.
Aizawa's form stiffened as he waited for the pain of feeling his body decay and turn to dust…only for nothing to happen.
“Wha-”
Before Shigaraki could finish, Stain slit his throat, spraying blood all over Aizawa.
Meanwhile, before All for One could react, Midoriya grabbed his face with one hand and placed the other on his chest while using “Erasure” on the bastard to make sure he couldn't use any regeneration quirks.
“NOOO!” the doctor cried in despair as he watched his master futiley struggle as he was turned to dust.
He made to escape, but his head was cleanly removed by Stain.
While all this was happening, Aizawa could only watch as the kid he wrote off on the first day as having no potential managed to trick and take out the Quirk Boogeyman and who he was sure were his two most dangerous subordinates.
He didn't know where Kurogiri was, but he was sure they had a plan for him as well.
Once All for One was nothing but dust, Midoriya and Stain stood over Shigaraki, who was still choking on his own blood and glaring up at them with a hand over his gushing throat.
“Sorry, Tomuchan,” Midoriya said, grabbing and decaying Shigaraki's bloody hands as he tried to claw at him before giving “Decay” back. “I don't want “Decay,” but I couldn't pass it to anyone else. Just die knowing nobody else will have to bear this curse.”
Shigaraki continued to struggled and glare up at him a bit longer before finally dying.
“Well, that's that,” Stain said, cleaning off his blade before sheathing it. “Good work, kid.”
“Thanks, Akaguro-sensei,” Midoriya said before pulling out a cellphone.
“It's done,” he said. “We'll meet you at the rendezvous.”
Putting his phone back in his pocket, Midoriya looked between Todoroki and Aizawa.
“I'll be keeping your quirks, but I'm not going to kill you,” he calmly explained. “Once we're gone, I'll call the police to come and save you.”
“Why?” Aizawa scowled. “You already have what you want, so why not just finish us?”
“Because that'd be too quick, especially for you and Kacchan,” Midoriya scowled down at him as he approached.
Aizawa's world was getting fuzzier. Whatever quirk All for One used on him was beginning to wear off.
“It wasn't enough you expelled your students from the most prestigious school in the country, but you made sure to completely destroy any chance of even a mediocre life for them! Do you have any understanding of what a blackmark means in our society!? Do you have even the slightest idea of how many Villains, Vigilantes, and suicides you're responsible for!?”
“I saved their lives!” Aizawa shouted. “I couldn't risk another Hero School taking them in and fostering false hope! Just because a few couldn't overcome such a trivial-”
Aizawa was cut off as Midoriya once again slammed his head into the ground and held it there.
“I tracked down just a few of your former students and used “Collection” to collect their memories,” Midoriya snarled. “Have a look and then tell me how “trivial” a black mark is!”
It felt like a cattleprod was being jammed into Aizawa's skull as his mind was flooded with memories.
Rejection letters from other schools and jobs all had similar reasons that basically amounted to “if UA didn't want you, why would we?”
Parents were yelling and beating their children before kicking them out.
Children, goddamn children, were being forced to commit various disgusting and criminal acts just to get by.
Then, he was given a brief look at Midoriya's life and saw the kid he saw as a jealous brat with no potential standing up for others against the bully he thought had the potential to be a great Hero.
No matter how many times Bakugou hit him or burned him with his quirk, he still got back up.
Like a Hero.
The last thing he saw before passing out was Bakugou grinning as he suggested Midoriya should take a swan dive off a roof and pray for a quirk in his next life.
Aizawa next woke up in what he assumed was a hospital bed.
True to his word, Midoriya had called the police and sent them all the evidence he had about Jakku General Hospital being the secret lair of All for One, including the location of the secret entrance to the lab through the morgue and how Dr. Garaki was the one behind the creation of the Nomu. Not long after making the call, the Heroes stormed the hospital and rescued the three kidnappees and collected the bodies, or what remained of them in the case of AfO, of the three Villains.
Of course, Midoriya and Stain were long gone, but whatever Midoriya showed Bakugou left him comatose and the doctors weren't sure when or if he'd wake up.
Since Todoroki was the only one still conscious, he was interviewed by Detective Tsukauchi. He told the detective everything and by the time he was done, Tsukauchi was pale as a sheet as everything Todoroki said registered as true.
After finishing his own interview, Aizawa was left alone as the memories of those he failed continued to haunt him.
He tried asking Hizashi to look into those he expelled to help ease his guilt. Surely, Midoriya had only shown him the worst memories of the minority. He was sure plenty of his former students had gone on to live normal lives.
He was wrong.
Even a week later, the nightmares continued and he was forced to watch the consequences of his irrational decisions over and over again.
No amount of alcohol could help him forget and he didn't want to.
This was his punishment and he knew he deserved far worse.
Midoriya, now with short, black hair and going by Akatani Mikumo, was scouting around Niigata for his next target.
It's been four months since Jakku and he and Stain have expanded their group and missions. With All for One and his most dangerous followers gone, they took it upon themselves to continue to “drain the swamp,” as it were with Stain continuing to target Heroes, but focusing on ones who were genuinely corrupt.
Meanwhile, Izuku would target Villains and his uncle had been an invaluable asset. While he didn't give up all of his clients, he did point him toward a number of more troublesome individuals.
He also helped find Himiko and Twice, who had been great assets to their mission and he has helped them with their mental states.
He was looking at his phone and smiling at a text he received from Himiko when a girl in a hospital gown with bandages around her arms and legs and a horn on her forehead darted out of an alley and bumped into him.
“Hey, are you ok,” he asked, kneeling down to check on her, but stopped when she flinched.
Something was wrong.
“Sorry about that,” came a voice from the alley that made the girl tremble even more. “My daughter can be quite clumsy.”
Akatani looked up to see the target he'd been looking for, Chisake Kai.
“Don't worry about it,” Akatani said with a fake smile as he pressed a button on his watch while picking the girl up, who latched onto him. “I know how kids can be. Hey, I'm sorry to ask, but do you live around here? I'm new to the area and I could really use some help.”
“I'm sorry, but Eri and I must be going,” Chisake said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Oh, c'mon,” Akatani pleaded, acting like he wasn't knowingly keeping the girl out of his reach. “It'll only take a second! Please!”
“...fine,” Chisake sighed, motioning for him to follow. “We'll talk in the alley.”
“Thank you,” Izuku sighed in relief before whispering to Eri as he followed the other man. “Don't worry. My friend will be here soon to rescue you.”
Eri looked up to see the man smiling down at her.
“Just hold on tight and keep your head down.”
Nodding, Eri tightened her grip and pressed her head into the man's shirt.
“This should be far enough,” Chisake said, stopping and taking off one of his gloves before suddenly sprinting at an inhuman speed at the boy with his hand extended.
However, the kid seemed to glow and his eyes turned silver before disappearing.
“What th-”
“Nice try.”
Chisake jumped and turned to find the kid had appeared behind him, smirking with his eyes now glowing red.
Scowling under his mask, Chisake tried to use his quirk on the wall to impale him on spikes, but was surprised when nothing happened. His moment of shock cost him as he felt a knife cut his wrist.
Before he could react, his body went stiff and he fell to the ground.
“GAH! NO!” Chisaki screamed, trying to move just to get off the filthy ground. “DISGUSTING! FILTHY! OH, YOU'RE DEAD, KID! YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!”
“I don't think so,” the kid said as another man Chisaki recognized as the Hero Killer approached him. “Her name is Eri. Take her back to the base.”
Nodding, the other man took Eri and leapt away as Chisake kept screaming after him.
“NO! GET BACK HERE! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER! YOU WON'T KNOW HOW TO USE HER! DO YOU DISEASED WRETCHES HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH!?”
“Chisaki Kai, aka, Overhaul,” the kid said, crouching down beside him. “Current head of the Shie Hassaikai. You also have a ridiculously OP quirk, but since I know how much you hate quirks, I'll just take it off your hands.”
While doing so, Izuku decided to use “Collection” to see why Eri looked the way she did.
The police would later find the mangled yet still barely alive body of Chisaki Kai seemingly merged with a dumpster.
Later that night, as he watched Himiko brushing Eri's long, pale blue-gray hair while Twice was telling her a story, Izuku got a call from his uncle.
“Kid, I got a big one for ya,” Kagerou said in a serious tone. “Are you familiar with the Meta Liberation Army?”