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It was a normal day for everyone. They woke up from a night-long sleep, ate with each other in the dining room, went to classes. That's why everyone was surprised when Nedzu took Deku away. They asked Aizawa why he was taking him, but he shrugged, not knowing either. Why didn't Aizawa know? What was going on?

Was it finally time for Midoriya's interrogation? That was probably it, the class didn't know about that though. They only had their own suspicion brought up by Monona. Why they listened to him was beyond them. 

He told them about how there was a traitor, or that's what the teacher thought. He said that Midoriya was the only suspect. They asked why and he followed it up with, he sells his analytics to the league. 

They thought it over, that... that somehow made sense. None of them knew why he wanted to always ask so many questions about their quirks, and never returned their own questions. Bakugou once and a while slips up and calls him quirkless... for some reason.

He once was in the dorms common room and was muttering while writing in his notebook."Uraraka-chan could easily kill someone by floating them, but she could also easily be put out of commission if her hands were broken." Uraraka heard him say that before running to Tsuyu and Iida, which was then heard by the "BakuSquad".

Bakugou never thought the nerd could be a villain, selling information. He was too weak, too driven to be a hero. But what did he really know about the boy now? He knew he got his quirk from All Might, he knew that he spent all his free time outside of UA with his mother, no not his foster mother, but Bakugou's. He knew that Deku didn't have the fucking balls to even think of selling information. 

He started the hobby when they were kids, he was the first entry in the first book and the second and the third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and the seventh and the eighth... in all of them. He'd read through the books when he could... when Deku forgave him. 

"The nerd didn't do fucking anything, he's too weak too, "Bakugou said before standing and walking out of the room.

As Nedzu walked Deku down the halls of UA... he walked him out of the massive high school, right to a police car. He got into the car with no struggle, he didn't speak at all. He knew what was happening. They found out he was formerly quirkless. They knew and were going to kick him out of the UA. 

They got to the department, they walked him down the halls and into a room. A different police officer stood in the room. On the metal table, which he was handcuffed to, had his missing analytics book.

"Izuku Midoriya, we've been given permission to proceed with your interrogation by your foster family, they will be in the other room with your school principal,"he said before sitting down in front of him. His face contorted.

"How long have you been taking notes on quirks," he asked standing.

"Since I was 7."

"How many books do you have filled with analytics," he asked again.

"17," he responded.

"Do you use any codes or encryptions in these?"

"No, I never thought to."

"Who has access to these books?"

"Anyone who can get into my dorm room, but I don't show anyone."

"Why do you list weaknesses?"

"So I can help my friends and teachers."

"Why did a newly debuted hero that you have notes on. Die on their second mission by a reason you stated in one of your books?"

"Maybe someone else saw the weakness too!"

"Why have you never taken notes on any villains or your own quirk?"

"I can't get enough information on villain quirks from videos, since they're normally hero focused."

"But why don't you take notes on your own quirk?"

"I-i uhm... I can't say," he said and looked down.

"WHY DON'T YOU TAKE NOTE ON VILLAINS! Is it because your friends are with them and they promise to keep you safe? Is it because you're one of them?"Izuku finally realized, they thought he was a traitor.

"I'm-I'm not a traitor, I would never!" he said looking at the police with wide eyes, "Where's Tsukauchi-kun? He'll be able to tell you the truth!"

"He's on his way! Now..!"

The interrogation went on for two hours, the officer getting angrier and angrier with each time Izuku denied being the traitor.

"I'm not guilty... I'm not guilty... I'm not guilty... I'm not guilty...I'm not guilty..." he repeated as he shook, tears streaming down his face. All the memories are suppressed from his childhood coming back.

"You.Will.Never.Be.A.Hero!"

"QUIRKLESS BASTARD!"

"USELESS!"

"Take a swan dive off the roof and maybe you'll be born with a quirk in your next life."

"FACE THE REALITY DEKU! YOU CAN'T BE A HERO!"

"HAHA... look at the stupid quirkless Deku... get a quirk yet? Have you ever heard of a quirkless hero? Have you ever seen a villain without a quirk? You couldn't even go as low as a villain!"

"FUCKING USELESS!"

"Die already. Just fucking die. Nobody would miss you!"

"Aww... Izu-chan... are you alright?" one of his new classmates asked him as he sat on the ground after being tripped.

"Y-yeah, I am," he hiccuped out. His classmate nodded to him, holding a hand out. He smiled before going to grab it, his hand was burned. He pulled back as he held back a scream. His face contorted with pain as tears flooded his face.

"Maybe if you weren't quirkless... your family would be alive, "someone else said. That was too far. He started sobbing before running out of the room. He didn't return to school for over a week. No new news was out about him either. Until he came back the next week. 

No one asked where he had been... no one cared. Katsuki noticed and was curious but didn't ask. 

After the week Deku curled into himself at any hint of someone's quirk. He flinched as they taunted him. He then came to school extremely happy one day, seemingly changing overnight.

He didn't seem as hurt by their words anymore. He didn't seem to mind their bullying. He... he wasn't scared.

"GET A FUCKING QUIRK... you useless fucker. If you can't... please do the world a favor and kill yourself"someone yelled.

"Take a swan dive from the roof."

"Do us all a favor..."

"DIE!"

"Not even the villains want you!"

"No one loves you."

He stood on the rooftop. High. High. High. High up in the night sky. He looked down at the few people walking on the streets. He... he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't. He started to step when a scarf wrapped around him. 

"No you don't,"a gruff, tired voice said,"Kid, you wanna talk it out," it said as a tall man with long black hair and yellow goggles stood next to him as the scarf pulled him away from the ledge. 

"No," he said before walking away, tears slipping down his face as he jumped down the fire escape before running home, leaving the hero on the roof confused. 

Then he was told by All Might that he couldn't be a hero, then after he saved Kacchan's life, he said he could. But what had really changed? He was told he was going to be trained by All Might himself before he could take the quirk. 

He cleaned the beach, and then happily accepted the quirk before the entrance exam, but the thoughts blurred from when he saved Kacchan to two weeks ago.

"Ooh sorry Deku, but we were planning on making dinner tonight," Kirishima said as Izuku was pulling the ingredients for his mother's katsudon out. 

"Oh Okay..." he said and looked down, he walked back to his room and didn't come down for dinner. This was the second time they took his day for cooking. 

"Hey Uraraka-chan, can we study together," he asked his friend as they went to lunch.

"Not today, I'm studying with Iida and Tsuyu," she said and that's what she said every day till the test. Everyone was treating him differently. They stopped talking to him, avoiding him in the halls. No one wanted to pair up with him for group projects anymore, no one would come near him. No one came to his room to remind him about dinner or invite him to their weekly movie night. 

Well, that's all a lie. Kacchan wasn't. When it was his turn to make dinner, he always went to Izuku's room to get him, or the few times he did go to movie night, he would drag the greenette with him. He was the only one that would pair up with him, Kirishima and Kaminari always coming over and asking if he wanted to join them, for Kacchan to 'Tsk' at them before turning back to Izuku.

He no longer sat with them during lunch, cause if he did, no one would talk to him. He missed Todoroki, the other wasn't at school for the week for unknown reasons, and it was burning his heart that the one friend he still had, wasn't there with him. 

He skipped breakfast every morning, once and a while finding Kacchan at his door to slap an apple and protein drink in his hands before stomping away, back down the hall huffing to himself.

He'd slowly eat and drink what Kacchan had given him before the day started, savoring it, because it was a gift and he was grateful to Kacchan for still caring.

He left for the day of being ignored and side eyed by the teacher. At least English class wasn't bad and neither was Homeroom or any of Aizawa's other classes. Mic-sensei didn't treat him any different and that too made him grateful.

After the day ended, Izuku saw Kaachan walking back to the dorms and ran. He ran for him and hugged the boy, crying softly before letting go saying,"Thank you for staying with me Kacchan,"then he ran back to his dorm room, locking himself away for the night.

"Izuku-kun, nice to see you. I'm so sorry it took me so-"Tsukauchi stopped, he saw the boy crying as he kicked the other officer out. He was shaking."Fuck."he huffed out under his breath.

"Izuku-kun, could you please calm down, it's alright,"he said softly. Izuku still shook his thoughts, so caught up in his mind. 

They taught he was the traitor. They didn't believe him. He looked up at Tsukauchi tears stopping, his normally emotion filled eyes empty. He was empty. They broke him. They were blank as he looked at the detective.

Tsukauchi asked him the questions again, but he didn't answer, he stopped talking half an hour ago. He was far too late to show everyone that he, Mic, and Aizawa had been right. He kept trying, but he just wouldn't answer. He left after an hour of asking the questions, asking him anything to get him to talk, but he refused. 

 They placed Izuku in a cell, everything that he could harm himself with was taken off his person before he was locked up. They were already setting up a court day, since the truth couldn't be determined via Tsukauchi's quirk, it would be determined by a jury. 

News traveled to UA and Aizawa called all of his students to the commons room to explain what was going on.

"Izuku has been taken in by the police under suspicion, they've told me he stopped talking and responding to them in any way before Tsukauchi could arrive, therefore his fate is being determined by a jury. He's not coming back to school, but being held in the police department,"he said before moving to leave them to talk by themselves.

Bakugou yelled before stomping to his room and Todoroki who had just got back this evening followed, heat radiating off of him. Everyone still in the living room whispered and not so quietly talked about how they knew it!

Aizawa left the dorms and went to his own home. He remained calm until he was in the safety of his and Hizashi's apartment. He shut the door and yelled. He couldn't protect his problem child. He couldn't defend him even though he knew the boy wasn't the traitor. His cats skittishly walked to him as he sobbed. 

Hizashi had his radio show tonight. He wouldn't be home till nearly 4 in the morning. 

Shouta made a cup of coffee before crying on his couch. He couldn't take it, there was no way he could protect the boy if he didn't talk. He could get Shinsou to use his quirk on him, but that wouldn't work either, because he needed a verbal response. 

He couldn't do this. He should've found a way to stop them. If the jury said Midoriya was guilty of selling information, he would be a criminal, his dream of being a hero, thrown away. He thought of Midoriya as his own son!

He'd try his absolute best to protect Midoriya, even if he lost his job as both a teacher and hero. 

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But he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do for the problem child as the court date came around and he had nothing new to building on. No new attacks or anything. 

Everything he tried to find to help the boy out, came out futile. Nothing. He looked into Midoriya’s school record to only find report upon report of him cheating and lying. 

None of this could help him. It would only dig his grave even deeper. Midoriya wasn’t let free. He was sentenced. He would be sent to Tartarus as soon as he turned 18. 

Aizawa was ashamed at the fact that he failed Midoriya and couldn’t bring himself to visit the kid. 

As Midoriya sat in his cell, a solitary cell, he was called from outside.” Get up traitor, you’ve got visitors,” he said,” Your mom and All Might.”

Midoriya got up, his mother! All Might! They’d still trust him, they wouldn’t believe that he’s actually a traitor. 

As he was led to the interrogation room where his mentor sat, he was met with a cold silver table. He sat down, being cuffed to the table before the large silver door swung open. 

All Might stepped in, he looked upset, but he couldn’t pinpoint the emotion. He sat across from him. It was quiet until All Might looked up at him and said,” I need One for All back.”

Midoriya’s world fell, what gave him importance was being stripped away from him. His head screamed. 

“Don’t take us away from NINE!”
“EIGHT leave the child alone!”
“He’s a better holder than you ever were.”
“Don’t let him take us, NINE!”
“Find Tomura, NINE. He’ll care for you!”
“EIGHT is such a fucking idiot!”
“Why’s he believing them! NINE obviously isn’t the traitor!”

Midoriya looked up at All Might with dead eyes. Nothing, not even the light reflected in them. He was empty. The different voices in his head shouting at him. 

He bowed his head to his former mentor, the piece of hair was taken and All Might left, not saying another word.

Midoriya sat in the chair, limp. His head rested on the cold table as he felt his body go cold. He felt the power he used to have left. He felt vulnerable. 

The door opened again, his “mom” walked in. She looked mad and upset. He looked up at her slightly and with one look he almost whimpered. 

His “mother” didn’t believe him.

“JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN A FUCKING USELESS, QUIRKLESS, BRAT DOESN”T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO RUIN MY LIFE!”he looked at her as his body shook in fear,”I WISH WE NEVER LET YOU INTO OUR HOUSE! FUCKING WAIST OF SPACE!”she yelled before leaving the room. 

Tears rolled down his face as the guards led him back to his room. He was let go, and sat in the empty cell. 

He sat against the far wall looking at the door. He didn’t move for three days. He was silent and his eyes never moved. He just looked at the door with a glazed over look. He didn’t take any of the food placed into the room, no he was broken.

His way of being important, having meaning, not being a useless waste of space was taken from him. His power, that he was told he deserved and was his, was stripped from him. 

The voices stayed though. The voices that appeared at the threat of the quirk leaving didn’t go with it. They called each other by a number, he was nine. 

They told him that they liked him. That they would understand why he wouldn’t want to be a hero anymore. That they understood the fact that he hated everyone. But they would not take his self-loathing thoughts. 

They even told him, if he ever got out of the cell, that they would understand him becoming a villain and that they supported him in anything he did.

Weeks passed. He made small moves, and the guards started to force food down his throat. At one point he tried to hang himself but it failed as the guards came in right away. He didn’t try again after that. 

Months passed and he was given dull pencils and paper, he didn’t write anything, just drew scribbles. 

A year later, he was moved to a different lower security cell. He could hear the guards as they talked about him. 

He started to draw the voices, showing their numbers next to them. He drew symbols in patterns to show their personalities. The only thing connecting all of them was a cross at the end. 

As he slept the papers were taken. They examined the papers after photocopying them. They returned the originals before leaving. 

They studied the pictures, tried to decode the symbols, they found nothing but numbers from 1 to 7 then 9. 8 was nowhere to be found. 

Detective Naomasa came every few months to see if Midoriya would speak but it always came out futile. He had to always leave and go back to Aizawa and tell him that the kid still wouldn’t speak. 

So today when he went to visit the kid, he didn’t expect anything different. He sat down with the normal manilla folder that he always had. He placed the recorder on the table before the guards brought the boy in. 

He uncuffed him when he asked the questions, giving the boy a few small updates about the outside world.

He always hoped to see some emotion when he mentions small things that would have brought so much joy to the boy before, now he sat emotionlessly in that metal chair, not responding to anything said. 

Naomasa looked at him and sighed,” Kid please, just say a simple yes or no, that’s all we need,”he said with a slight huff but other than that, was completely calm. 

Midoriya looked up from the table and looked him in the eyes before mouthing something, he didn’t figure it out though. He gapped at the boy, wait...wait...wait. Did he mouth Goodbye?

Midoriya knocked on the medal table, the guards chained him back up before pushing him from the room. Naomasa sat for a few minutes. What? What did that mean? 

He stood up and met with the warden. They told him about the pictures, they gave him copies to take with him and analyze them. He placed them in the folder before leaving.

He was going to UA next, for a short meeting with Aizawa and Present Mic. He’d give them the same run down as always, that the boy didn’t speak a work, just looked at the table before leaving. 

His car arrived and picked him up. He sat in the back and took the papers out, maybe Aizawa could help with them. He scanned over them, finding a difficult puzzle. 

He tried to figure it out as he was driven back to UA but all he could figure out was they were all dead people, from the crosses next to each name. Then what did the rest mean? Why was there no number 8? He thought about the shapes of the scribbles; they were like humans, but why were they made of scribbles? Midoriya could draw people he’s seen for short periods of time quite well. Has he never seen these people before then? Then what do the symbols mean if he’s never met them. 

Swirl, Cloud, Heart, was that the symbol for females? Smile. Circle. Hand? Glove? Cross.

Three upside-down lightning bolts? Two jagged lines? Water Drop? Tear? Flame? Star? A dove? Yin and Yang? 

What did it all mean? Did they all mean something together? Who were the people?

The car stopped. He got out and rushed to the teacher’s lounge. Aizawa laid on the couch with his head on Present Mic’s lap. They looked up at him and Aizawa rushed up.

“The kid still won’t speak,” he was cut off by Present Mic who was mad.

“No wonder, you’ve seen the recording of his interrogation. They didn’t let him speak and when he did they screamed that he was lying. They made him feel like he didn’t have a voice so he’s not speaking, because if he does, no one is going to listen.” he scoffed. 

“But they got this from his cell,” he said and handed the folder to them. Aizawa sat up and took it,” They copied them, they're all he’s drawn since they gave him paper and pencils.”

Aizawa looked them over before pulling his phone out,” I’m calling Toshinori.” he left the room before coming back huffing. 

“It has to be about that quirk he gave Midoriya, he told me about it, eight holders before him, he’s the ninth. Toshinori might be able to help,” he said sitting back down and leaning against Mic. 

They waited, making coffee and tea as they waited for the Number One Hero to make an entrance. 

The door opened and the small form of All Might walked in. He looked worse than usual. He sat down across from Mic and Aizawa as the two glared at him. 

“Uhm, so what do you need me to look at,” he asked nervously. 

“These, I’m guessing they're about your quirk,” Aizawa said sharply, pushing the papers across the table.

All Might took the papers and looked at the seventh one. Then flipping through the other papers. 

“Why does nine have a cross too, if this is about your fucking quirk, All Might, why does it say Midoriya is dead too hmm?”

“This is my master, Nana Shumira, the seventh holder. I’m the eighth, where is that sheet? Did you miss it?”

“There is no sheet for Eight. Only the ones we’ve given you. Now since Seven was your master, you must know about them, what do you think the symbols mean?”

“Swirl; Her power was float, she could fly or y’know float, that might be what the clouds were for too. Heart, uhm she was really kind and caring and loving. She was female, I’m almost certain the only female holder. She always smiled and tried her hardest. The Tree, Circle, and Hand are all linked, uhm, I’m not sure. The Cross, she’s deceased.” he said and continued to look at the scribble.

“Tree, a family tree, who was her family,” Detective Naomasa asked.

“The Shimura’s,” he said flatly, sitting up straighter.

“You know more. Who’s her family that alive now” Present Mic asked.

“Tomura Shigaraki,” he mumbled under his breath

“Speak louder Shit Might, what did you say!” Aizawa hissed.

“Tomura Shigaraki” he yelled standing up.

“Tree. Circle. Hand. Her family is only him, there’s no more alive, he killed them all with his quirk.”

“You told Midoriya this when you gave him the quirk,” Naomasa questioned.

“No! I never told him. I’ve never told anyone! He didn’t need to know that. I don’t know how he knows that.” All Might shouted. 

“Then how does he know!”

“She- I don’t know! He’s the traitor, isn’t he? Maybe Decay Freak  told him!”

***Midoriya***

He sat in his room, he looked at his pictures, he drew the eight scribbles together and drew a speaker with lines next to it. 

“Nine. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One”

He drew a picture frame with a home in it. He drew hallows around all of them. He dropped his pencil and sat still before standing. No Guards. No Rescue. Traitor. Traitor. TRAITOR!

He wrapped his fabric on the ceiling of the cell. He wrapped it around his neck as he stood on the bed, he stepped off and the fabric tightened. He didn’t struggle. 

His vision was blurry and in front of him, he saw his family. The first holder held out his hand to him. He reached out to it as well as he could but didn’t make it by the time he passed out. 

Guards ran down the halls, sirens blared. They barged into the traitor's cell. They cut him loose before running him to the infirmary. He blinked in and out as they put an oxygen mask on him and he could see the holders again. 

Number Seven and Number One sat on his bed playing with his hair as he started to breathe again. He closed his eyes as they calmed him down, welcoming him back. Told him it was okay. 

News traveled to UA fast. As Mic and Aizawa drilled into All Might, Naomasa’s phone rang and as he answered the call he was greeted by the head of the prison Midoriya was at. 

“There’s been an incident. The Traitor tried to hand himself in his cell again. We will be transferring him out of our hands soon, the commission has already signed off on it.”

He rushed in, Mic and Aizawa looking at him,”It’s Midoriya. He’s attempted again. They’re transferring him to a different place.”he said rushed. 

“I’m going to see my problem child. I don’t care if my job is taken, I’m visiting him.”Aizawa stated before rushing out of the room at a speed Naomasa only sees him use while on patrol. 

Mic raced after him, sending All Might a final glare before leaving the room. Naomasa rushed after them, leaving All Might alone in the school building. 

They didn’t know that Midoriya was quirkless again.

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He was transferred to a new facility. That doesn’t mean he’s treated any better. He’s in an empty room, you can hardly even tell where the door meets the wall.

He was sedated after he was breathing normally again, then thrown into a moving truck and sent off to a facility across the city. 

It was higher security. It had fewer prisoners. Izuku had at least two guards by his door at a time.

He never tried to do anything again, looking around his room with an emotionless smile as he seemed to talk with people without actually speaking. 

He started to sign things with his hands. When did he learn sign language, no one would know, they know for a fact that he didn’t know it before, but he could sign almost perfectly.

They recorded everything he did and had a translator tell them what he was saying, but it was hard to understand as it seemed large portions of a conversation were left out. 

‘Seven.Is.The.Best.Love.You.Pretty.Kind.Hair.Bubbles’

He seemed like a small child most of the time, rolling around looking as if he was giggling but no noise came from his mouth. He made no sound at all. 

He was given crayons and paper again, they thought pencils were too sharp. He colored in scribbles still, but they were more like people and things this time. 

Aizawa wasn’t let in to visit him, nor was Hizashi. He was on suicide watch when they tried to visit. They could sit in the room connected to the cell by the one-way glass, but that was it. 

He was allowed only necessary visitors, which ended up being only Naomasa and sometimes Nezu. 

What frustrated everyone the most was the fact that he could sign, but whenever he was taken into an interrogation, he remained still and silent. 

‘Five.Stop.You.Mean.One.Five.Mean.’

He would fall back onto his bunk, and wiggle happily, like a small child being tickled by a parent. He didn’t seem to mind being in a cell, he actually seemed happy. 

Midoriya learned to sign from Four and now he could see his family plus hear them. He didn’t understand how he could but it made his imprisonment a hundred times better. 

Seven would sit with him and play with his hair while One talked and taught him. 

“Oh, our small baby Nine. You're so amazing. Your sign is so good.”Six said cuddling him. 

From an outsider, a stranger, he looked crazy. Maybe he was, but that’s not the point. The point is that he’s not alone. He has people that care for him. 

Time passed quickly in his cell. Seven started to get distant, but the rest filled in for it and made him feel loved. 

Then the day came, all of his old friends were now Third years. 2 years in prison. No one has come to visit in a few months. When he turns 18 this year, he’s getting transferred. 

Aizawa took his class, moving along with them, once they all graduated, he’d go back to being 1-A’s homeroom. He was tacking them on a training mission, well not exactly. 

He was taking them, with their parents' permission, to the prison holding Midoriya. They were going with Detective Tsukauchi and would watch how a police interrogation would go. 

The bus stopped and they all walked single file. Aizawa watched his students, Mineta no longer with them as he was able to expel him as he had enough complaints against him. 

Shinsou had transferred in at the beginning of their second year and easily caught up because of his training. 

They entered the building and greeted Naomasa before they walked farther into the building. They walked down white spotless hallways before they came to two doors and four guards standing by them.

They entered the viewing room as Detective Tsukauchi entered Midoirya’s cell. 

“Now, I know that a few of you believe he’s the traitor while others think he’s not, but I don’t want that to get in our way today, so please make sure that your unbiased with this, or I will be giving you a 0,” Aizawa stated as he looked at the class. 

Bakugou stood at the very back, silent unlike normal, none of his witty remarks being added. He just looked into the glass at the green-haired boy with sad eyes. 

Midoriya sat on his bunk, papers all laying next to him and crayons lying around the room. Tsukauchi smiled at the boy bowing before sitting on the ground. 

“Good day Midoriya, how have you been,” he asked looking at the boy, who wouldn’t respond.

He leaned his head sideways as if someone had their hand in his hair. He pulled his knees to his chest before listening to Naomasa as he spoke. He nodded at a few things like updates about heroes and just random news.

After half an hour Midoriya grabbed his papers and looked at them before pushing them across the floor to Naomasa. 

He looked at the pile of papers before looking up at Midoriya who nodded. He grabbed them and looked through them. The papers made him 

“Thank you for today Midoriya,” he said as he stood up, he waved at the boy before going to the door. 

“Sensei, why does Detective Tsukauchi just go into the cell with nothing to protect him, like Midoriya doesn’t have any cuffs on or anything,” Momo asked as they watched.

“Because he's been here enough with Midoriya that he trusts him to not do anything. Plus, Midoriya has shown no hostility the whole time he’s been here”

“Is the cell quirk suppressing,” Iida asked, looking at him. 

“No, it’s just a normal cell.”The door pushed open and Tsukauchi stepped into the room. 

“Is it frustrating that he doesn’t speak the whole time you're interrogating him,” Uraraka asked?

“No, not at all, it’s refreshing, normally they’re cursing and trying to make their crimes seem noble. Aizawa, here they’re for you,” he said a handed the papers over to the dark-haired man.

Bakugou still looked at Midoriya. He grabbed more paper and crayons and started to draw again. He looked up from his spot and looked dead into Bakugou’s eyes. He was smiling. His hands started moving again.

“Sensei,” he said worriedly, not taking his eyes off of the boy.

“What Bakugou,” he asked and then looked over at Midoriya,” Shinsou, you know sign don’t you, could you, could you translate what he’s saying.”

“He’s saying,’ Kacchan?Sensei.Here.Class.Trip.’ It’s like he’s talking to someone else, not us,” Shinsou said.

“Since when did he know sign?”Bakugou asked quietly. That’s when everything happened. 

A warp gate, a scream. Then nothing. Midoriya was missing. He disappeared. The scream rang in their minds for days after, well Bakugou and Aizawa’s. No scratch that, everyone. 

No news came around about Midoriya’s disappearance. Was it that, or was that warp gate a friend from the league? But why now? Two years had passed. Why then?

Midoriya fell through the floor of his prison cell. He screamed, the first noise to leave his mouth in two years. 

“Welcome to the League, little traitor.”Shigaraki said, standing in front of him with his arms wide open,” Hope your prison time wasn’t too bad.”

“Tomura. Tenko. Shimura.”Midoriya said, but it wasn’t him. It was number Seven. She knew who he was. Midoriya spoke for her. 

“What did you say.”Shigaraki seethed. He hasn’t heard that name in such a long time. He wanted to lung at the small boy, but Dabi held him back. 

“Nana.”Midoriya croaked out. His throat hurt, it felt like nails were running down his throat. He stood up, he slowly approached the white-haired man. He grabbed onto his waist, hugging him. 

Dabi let go of Shigaraki, he stepped back, expecting Shigaraki to get rid of their newest member. 

What he hadn’t expected was for the two to start floating. Midoriya squealed at the sudden movement. Midoriya held closer to Shigaraki. The quirk started to let them down.

As they hit the ground again, Shigaraki stood still like a statue before pulling away and saying,” So Shit Might didn’t take that shitty quirk of his back.”

“No, he did, he came in a few weeks after my arrest and took it b-ack,” Midoriya said as a spike of pain went through his throat.

“So how’d you do that,” Shigaraki asked, not as angry but he was slowly getting there. 

“I don’t know,” Midoriya said, looking down at his feet.

“Master Shigaraki, please, let the boy be, he’s struggling to speak,” Kurogiri said before turning to look at Midoriya,” Midoriya-san, would you like some hot tea,” he didn’t even wait for a response though, turning to pour the boiling water into a cup and let the tea leaves seep.

They sat silently, Shigaraki stomping away after a few seconds and Dabi watching his every move. 

The tea was handed to him and the warm liquid soothed his throat. He bowed to Kurogiri who nodded or what seemed like nodding.

“Dabi, please take Midoriya-san to his room,” he said before walking through a door. Midoriya looked at Dabi who moved his head to the other door. He followed the tall scared man up a set of stairs. 

He pushed a door open at the end of the hall and stepped into it,” In the morning Hand Kinks gonna ask you a lot of questions so rest up, and if Toga knocks on the door, don’t make a sound she’s still crazy,” he said before leaving the room and Midoriya.

He turned the light on and found a mattress on the floor, a desk, and a pile of clothes. He turned the light off again before laying on the mattress and pulling the blanket over himself. 

He got his first proper night of sleep in two years, maybe longer.

Aizawa tried to calm Bakugou down and he started hyperventilating again. They were back at UA and it was around midnight. The knocking on his door was answered immediately as the teacher wasn’t sleeping either. 

He pulled Bakugou to the kitchen and made him tea while talking him down from his panicked state. 

“W-we, we couldn’t save him, sensei. He didn’t do anything and ended up there for two years. We couldn’t protect him. N-now he’s missing. We don’t even know if he’s safe.” He was muttering like Midoriya in his panicked state. It made Aizawa’s heart hurt. 

Who else, who else out of his students was hurting because of this. The scream, the heart retching scream that Midoriya let out as he fell, just for it to be sucked up by the warp gate.

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The morning when he was awoken by Kurogiri knocking on his door telling him that he needed to wake up. He stood stretched before walking out of the door and back to the room from the day prior. 

He opened the door to see Shigaraki and the rest of the league. Toga almost pounced on him as the door opened. Dabi holding her forearm keeping her in place. 

He slowly, wearily walked over to Shigaraki who looked at him before going back to his breakfast. Kurogiri pushed a bowl of rice to him along with a cup of tea. 

He nodded before trying some. He couldn’t eat much though. He waited, head low and that was the first time he noticed it. The collar around his neck. His fingers shook as they felt over it. 

He looked around the room, his family wasn’t here. Where were they? Did he leave them in his cell?

“Alright kid,” Shigaraki grumbled, turning to him,” Stop panicking over the necklace thing, it’s for your quirk. Why use a quirk that someone doesn’t want you to have any more?” he asked looking at him. 

Izuku looked at him before raising his hand up to his face. As if saying,” Where’s your hand?”

“Are you not speaking anymore brat? Jeez, my hand, destroyed. I don’t need them anymore.” Midoriya looked curious but didn’t push forward anymore. 

“Izu-chan, are you gonna join us,” Toga piped in from her seat happily. Izuku’s eyes shot over to her as he seemed to shrink back. 

He said nothing in return as everyone's eyes looked at him, well besides Shigaraki and Dabi, they showed little interest in anything he said, or would say. 

He looked down at his shoes for a while as the rest started talking among themselves. He felt a familiar hand lace its gentle fingers through his hair and as he looked up his family stood scattered around the room. 

He leaned his head back as Seven pet his hair and smiled at him. He smiled slightly and leaned back. One was behind the bar with Kurogiri and was helping clean glasses. Three and Four were messing over by Twice and Toga, while Six and Two just sat somewhat quietly on Shigaraki’s other side, sometimes making silly faces when Izuku would glance over at them. 

No one noticed at first, who Izuku was leaning back into an empty nothing, yet it seemed someone was behind him and how he looked around at the room at empty spaces and smiled slightly. 

Then he started moving his hands and they were even more confused. What was he doing? Who was he talking to? Kurogiri stopped mid-way through wiping a glass and looked at him.

“What is it Midoriya-kun,” he asked. He could make out a few words and still couldn’t understand what he was saying or who he was talking to.

“Here.Missing.Why?Now.Bad.Good.Help.Choice.Right?”

Spinner walked into the room and looked at Izuku as he moved his hands while looking in front of him at nothing. 

“Did the kid go insane in prison?” he asked Dabi as he walked over. Dabi finally looked up from his phone and glanced at Izuku before shrugging.

“In his file from the prison, it said he knew sign language and used it while he was alone,” Dabi said while shrugging it off,” so like, it’s normal, I don’t think he’s crazy though.”

“Well with Toga, anyone would seem normal,” Twice said with a scoff.”No! Toga’s not crazy, he’s the crazy one!”

“With Toga AND Twice, anyone seems normal,” Compress said as he sat on the couch, checking his nails. 

“I’m not crazy, Mr. Fancy.”Toga said and stuck her tongue out before letting out a huff. 

“Hey! Kid, what’re you saying.”Shigaraki hissed as everyone started to get louder arguing whether they were crazy or not. 

Izuku jumped and almost fell from his chair as he looked at Shigaraki with wide eyes. He used his hands and played with his hair before making a number seven, fake washed a glass with a one, put his hands by his mouth while looking as if he was yelling and made a Three and Four, and Six and Two came with a funny face. 

“Okay… uhm did anyone get that?” Mr. Compress asked as they all looked at Izuku,” Can’t he just write the words out instead of playing charades.”

Kurogiri placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of Izuku. He glanced up at it and tilted his head before picking the pen up.

He started drawing a heart, mother, and child with a seven, a number one, two through seven though it skipped six. Each got a small picture. 

“Oh come on, he’s a 17 or 18-year-old yet he can’t even use words, what's the point of even recruiting him?” Spinner asked before adding,” Like if he was just a hero, I would respect that, but would he be any help for us?”

“Sensei wanted this, he planned most of this, we’re going to go through with his plan,” Shigaraki stated glaring at Spinner,” Izuku is useful, he’s not crazy, he hasn’t had proper human contact for 2 years only seeing that stupid Detective, and all of his friends and family turned on him in a few days, would you be okay if that happened to you while you were young, his voice was stripped from him, when they wouldn’t listen to anything he had to say that didn’t go with their narrative, and when he tried to end it and atone for something he didn’t do, they stopped it, so he had to suffer for so much more time.”

He stood up before stomping out of the room and stomping up the stairs and slamming a door. Izku looked between them and the door before jumping down, grabbing the air and smiling, before he followed Shigaraki.

He knocked on the older's door lightly, before pushing it open. He looked in and saw Shigaraki on his bed with a laptop on his lap. He was watching a movie that was either pirated or there when Sensei gave it to him. 

He glanced up at Izuku with a slight glare before the younger silently waddled over and slipped into the older's arms(Shigaraki had no idea how he did it), as he let the other squeeze him like a soft plush.

Downstairs the others still talked and complained about Izuku and how he wouldn’t be useful for their cause.

Cities over, an uproar started in the Height Alliance building. Aizawa was tired, his old student was stolen in front of them as they visited the prison and a few of his students were stressing over the fact, for different reasons. 

Some thought they were going to be in danger because he would want revenge because he was the UA traitor, he was in jail, he tried to get them killed multiple times. 

They didn’t even want to think of the pictures the boy drew for them while in prison. They didn’t look like the intricate art he would paint during school, it looked like something a three-year-old would draw.

They watched videos of him sitting in his cell, signing to absolutely nothing and giggling silently. They thought he was crazy, but both Aizawa and Bakugou didn’t see it. There wasn’t a crazy gleam in his eyes, there was nothing, they were empty and when they weren’t they were pained. 

They couldn’t believe that he could do something dangerous, or that he was even a villain. They were worrying whether or not he was being taken hostage or to just kill for fun. 

They didn’t know that Izuku was currently cuddling the heir and leader of the League of Villains. Watching a probably pirated movie while being used as a human plushie.

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While Shigaraki forcefully made the league accept Izuku, class 1-A was still panicking and worrying over the missing ‘traitor’.

Nothing new had come out about him and they didn’t know that he was just vibing with Shigaraki with mild training just because he hadn’t done anything remotely physical in probably 2 years. 

No one understood Izuku yet, not even Shigaraki. Some Days he was non-stop talking and for the next three, he wouldn’t even open his mouth. 

He would still randomly sign to no one and act as if there were people in completely empty places. He scribbled a lot and actually made himself bleed when he used his hand as a piece of paper. 

Shigaraki had won the league over, though Spinner was slightly reluctant about it, and they accepted Izuku as a new member which brought the slight cuddly child out of him, as he hung off of everyone. 

Shigaraki had a plan and he briefly ran it over with Izuku one night as they wanted a new movie. 

“Would you mind if we brainwashed you, just slightly, nothing bad like making you think that Shit Might killed your dog or something, but just like to enhance your abilities when you fight? We can make it so that you only get affected by it sometimes and not all the time,”he said as Midoriya laid across his lap cuddling the stuffed animal Shigaraki bought him the other day. 

“Sure, just don’t do it all the time, will I remember what’s going to happen or will I forget…. OOOOHHH Shigi… what if, if we ever have to go against my old classmates, if we act like I’m completely brainwashed and have no free will…. OOOOh, that sounds soooo fun!!!” he said rolling around in the bed. 

“You’ve been spending too much time with Toga.”He said with a slight laugh. 

“Do you know someone with a hypnotist quirk and like if I get taken by the heroes, you can say something to me and then I can’t tell them anything, like make me a lifeless doll….. Shigi that sounds soooo fun!!!”

“Waaaaay too much time with Toga,” he said under his breath but smiled at the other,” I’ll see what can I can get from Giran,” he said as he laced his fingers through Izuku’s soft hair, making sure to not touch it with all of his fingers. 

“Would you like to go out with me and Toga to shop tomorrow, you’ve been wearing the same few sets the past week or so and Toga wants to dye your hair and get your contacts so you can go out more often,” he asked.

“Sure!! That sounds sooo fun!!” he said giggling. 

So they spent the rest of the evening watching movies and playing games, and maybe Shigaraki let Izuku play with his hair and possibly braid it… but no one really knows. 

The next day they go out, get boxes of dye and red contacts before Shigaraki splurged on Izuku and bought him everything… with a credit card that may or may not be under Endeavors name.

So when they get back to the hideout, Izuku is still as silent as he was in the morning, but visibly buzzing with happiness and excitement and Toga pulled him into one of the bathrooms and she globbed the black dye into the messy green curls. 

His hair had grown a lot since he first went to prison. It fell down his back, it curled and covered his face sometimes. With the black hair, he was going to really look like Mr. Aizawa and that made him giggle. 

Toga trimmed it slightly after they rinsed the dye and giggled as she pushed him out the door. 

“Izu-chan you look soooo cute!!!” she squealed,” It suits you sooo well, and makes your freckles look even cuter!!”

Although Izuku’s day was going amazing, Aizawa’s not so much. He had been called because a body had been found and they were almost certain that it was Midoriya and he had to come and identify him. 

It had worried him all day because he still had classes and he couldn't skip out on these kids, they needed him. So as soon as the last bell rang, he sprinted from the school building to the hospital they were holding the body. 

He parked the car he and Present Mic shared and ran into the building. Now you must be wondering why does he have to identify the body? Well because neither of Midoriya’s foster parents can be contacted. 

Their address that was listed on everything was found in ashes, which could possibly be because of a small quirkless or maybe not the boy that has been living with villains from the past few weeks, that told them the story of when he was being held and his foster mother came to visit him… or of how they treated him when he was quirkless… but only a half-burnt man with family issues and trauma can tell you that.

So here he is, in a random hospital in Musutafu to identify the body of his former student, Izuku Midoriya, who is most known as the UA traitor. He knows him as a boy he failed to save, who was falsely convicted of a crime he didn’t do. 

He was brought by a nurse to the morgue. The head medical examiner leads him from there, pulling the metal door open before pulling the wheeled table out and flipping the trap over. 

“We wanted someone close to come and see since the lab is backed up right now and DNA results are going to take a lot longer than normal to get back,” they said and they watched the underground hero look at the body. 

He looked at the body's arms and hands but didn’t find the scars from his first few months in the hero course. He started to shake his head,” It’s not him, there are no scars on his hands, he had quite a few scars on his arms from breaking them,” he said slowly, a weight lifting off his shoulders, it’s not the problem child. 

Thank God it’s not the problem child. He would have fainted if it was. He didn’t deserve any of the things that happened to them. 

He left and went back to the UA campus. Nothing seemed to change, nothing ever changes.

The wind blew and all he could think about was how he needed to save his problem child. Who knows what could be happening to him, what they could be doing to him. A shiver ran down his back as the thought flew through his mind. He walked back to the teacher's dorm and to his room, he needed his cats.

Izuku giggled as Dabi held him on his lap. He had been letting the newly black-haired boy roast marshmallows over a small finger before and make s’mores. Ah yes, the torture. 

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There are different types of quirks. Mutations, Emitters, and Transformation. Some quirks can be erased some can’t. Mutations can’t be taken away. The other two, though, can be. Some Emitter-type quirks aren’t what they seem and have undertones of mutations. 

The rare quirk of seeing ghosts is an emitter with undertones of a mutation. It can’t be erased. The ability is always there. That’s the mutation, the emitter part is if the ghosts can pass things on through. 

Not much is known about ghost quirks, they’re rare, but the fact that they’re shunned makes the people hide them and never speak on them. Some ghost-type quirks are side effects of other quirks. 

Izuku was thinking and when alone, talked or signed to the past holders. He came up with the fact that he could see them because of his first failed suicide. Before that, he couldn’t see them, but soon after, he could. 

It all connects, he got another chance at living, maybe a second chance quirk or possibly a nine lives quirk. The possibility was only there because of the second attempt. He had died, he knew that he had died, seen the bright light before complete darkness. An immortality quirk would be cool, but unlikely. 

There’s also the possibility that all of that’s wrong. The ghosts could be because of stress and the mental pressure he had been under. Maybe it was just because the holders had found a perfect match for all of their quirks and had accepted him. 

He didn’t hold the original quirk anymore, One for All, but he had the rest of the quirks. Maybe that’s why One phased once and a while, disappearing. 

He couldn’t figure anything out about the quirk though as everything was hypothetical. For all he knows, it could just be the fact that he was kept in solitary confinement for 3 years. 

But that’s not the point right now, the point is that he does have a quirk - probably - and isn’t a quirkless useless Deku.

So as the league is waiting for the hypnotist that’s going to brainwash him, he ponders what his quirk could be. 

The door flung open and Giran waltzed into the room with a shy-looking person behind him. They were really tall, like really tall. Dabi was shorter than them and he was really tall too. He looked to be almost 2 meters tall, and as Midoriya stood up and walked to where Giran stood, Oh my God, he was so tiny compared to the other.

“Can we adopt him?”Midoriya spit out, they were his first words in 4 days, and they surprised almost everyone.

“What’s your name, my liege?” he asked, looking the other up and down. They have navy blue hair that’s long, flowing past their hips. They wore a baby pink crew neck sweater and black skinny jeans. 

“Hinata Haru,” they said, pulling at their sleeve cuffs as they looked down at their feet. 

“COOOL, I like that name, how tall are you?”Izuku asked as he popped around the other. 

“200 cm,” he said quietly. He kept the shorter in his sight before he met the eyes of the other.

“How old are you Haru-chan?” he asked? 

“18, may I ask your name?” they said as they held eye contact. Midoriya lit up with a bright smile. 

“Tomura Izuku,” he said happily, he smiled brighter as Shigaraki choked on his water, before he shot his hand out at the other, who was a few months older than him,”I’m 17 but soon I’ll turn 18,”

They shook hands before Izuku smiled again,” My actual family name is Midoriya but that name makes me rather uncomfortable so please refer to me as my given name or a variation to it,” he said before stepping back a bit.

“So Haru-chan, what are your pronouns? Mine are he/him, but I’m having doubts currently on what I feel is correct, but for now, I’m using those ones,” he said as he grabbed his chocolate milk from the counter. 

“He/They,” he said quietly. 

“Cool, do you like video games?”Izuku asked, skipping around the room slightly.  

“Kinda, but I’m not very good at them,” he said looking up and surveying the other occupants in the room. 

“Cool, wanna play Mario Kart?” he asked as he appeared at Haru’s side. 

“Sure?” they questioned the answer, was this a test? Did he fail? 

“Thank you Giran, we’ll be in touch later today unless you too wanna play Mario Kart?”Izuku asked, looking back to the man by the door. 

“I’ll talk to Shigaraki before leaving, but after that, I’ll be out of your hair, have a good day Haru,” he said before Shigaraki pulled him to another room. 

Haru and Izuku played Mario Kart as Haru slowly warmed up to the younger, answering all the questions about his quirk that Izuku had. He knew that he would have to use it on Izuku later on and wanted all the questions he had to be answered. 

“I’m bored, Haru? Wanna have a snake before we do the brainwashing?”Izuku asked standing up. Haru giggled to himself, the younger was so tiny and cute that he hated the fact that he had to use his quirk on him. 

“Sure, would you happen to have some water?”Haru asked as they walked over to the bar area. Izuku pulled a bottle out of the fridge and handed it to Haru before getting stuff for sandwiches. 

“Are you staying for dinner? I could help Kurogiri make katsudon if you like it?”Izuku asked as he made one sandwich.

“If you want me to be here for dinner I will stay,” Haru replied as he made his own sandwich. 

“Could I play with your hair later?”Izuku asked, looking up from the fridge as he put everything away. He cut the sandwich in half, placing half onto a plate before shuffling over to Shigaraki and thrusting the plate at him. 

He came back and slowly nibbled on the sandwich.”Are you actually a traitor to UA?” Haru asked,” I remember a few years ago when that’s all the news talked about, and I- I just couldn’t believe it,” he asked looking back down.

“No. I never betrayed them, they betrayed me. Locked me up, threw me away, treated me like a piece of scum, chewing me up before spitting me out, they couldn’t put it past their stubborn self-righteous selves that I wasn’t lying and was just writing notes to help my friends, teachers, heroes, anyone I could,” Izuku looked down at his hands as Haru looked up at him,” I’m here because they - the League - saved me from the heroes and now, I don’t care about morals, I just want justice and to tear the ‘heros’ apart.” he said his voice dripping with venom, darkness filling the room. 

“But that’s why you're here, to help with the plan, we’ll talk about the plan later when we’re changing memories and giving trigger words for whatever,” his mood soured slightly until Midoriya suddenly flipped again. 

He left the room and came back changed and with a large stuffed bunny. He sat on the ground by the couches and waited for Haru. The much taller sat across from him. 

The other league members were across the room talking relatively loud. Izuku looked up at Haru, the cat ears on the hood of his sweatshirt moving back and forth.

“I see ghosts, I can see 6 ghosts at almost every point of the day and talk with them, and they give me the abilities that they once had, that’s my theory at least,” Izuku said quietly. 

“Do you wanna start the thing, go through my mind all you want, but it’s pretty bland,” Midoriya said and leaned his head back before meeting Haru’s eyes and taking his hands. 

Haru got Shigaraki’s attention and had the older one tell him the plan and the slight changes and what words to set as triggers for what. 

They started to shuffle through Izuku’s memories and had to start at the beginning working his way forward. Even things Izuku didn’t remember were shown to the older. 

His original parents dying, when he was four, him going to a foster home and then his foster parents finding out he was quirkless and the other kids at the home finding out. The bullying that he experienced, the torture and anguish he felt. 

He could watch as Izuku got older and it all got worse and worse. Physical and Mental abuse, classmates prompting him to kill himself. He could feel a vague sensation of the emotions Izuku was going through. 

He watched through him getting his quirk to getting into UA. He gained friends, trustworthy authority figures. He wasn’t bullied, but then everyone started avoiding him, except the blonde, he stayed. 

He watched as Izuku got interrogated and then all the flashbacks, he watched as the younger tried to kill himself, then the ghosts, then trying to kill himself again. He watched the last three years rather quickly as nothing happened. He stopped and watched the final talk with Detective Tsukauchi and then him falling and his new life with the league. 

He started to add the extra lines of code to the other's brain, adding the trigger word then the command. 

“Black licorice - only activated by Dabi or Shigaraki - feeling of abandonment changed to extreme anger toward UA and class 3-A and their teacher. Psychotic actions of violence and threats of suicide. When canceled with an eraser quirk, severe fear, and helplessness of a captured prisoner, after being released going back to the original command. Released by saying Black licorice sucks by Shigaraki or Dabi. Stupid Fucking NPCs - used when captured, only activated by Shigaraki Tomura. A captured animal that needs saving, lots of crying, doesn't know anything about the league, still pleads innocent, released by saying Izuku, come down and only by Toga, Dabi, or Shigaraki.”

Haru, let go of Izuku and let him lay down, before standing. He grabbed his water before sitting next to the younger. 

“All done?”Shigaraki asked, looking down at Izuku. 

“Yes, he’ll wake up soon, make sure that you remember everything and don’t say them accidentally. To erase all of the added commands, pull on his left ear twice before tapping his temple,” Haru said, he was tired, the weight of Izuku’s life pulling at his mind. He yawned softly before sitting back.

Izuku woke not too long after, yawning cutely before pulling Haru up the stairs,” Are you okay with a sleepover?”Izuku asked as they entered a normal-sized room with a bed, nightstand, and lots of stuffed animals. 

“Sure,” he said before Izuku pulled him to the bed and let him sit before going to his closet and pulling out a giant t-shirt. 

“Do you prefer long sleeves or short?”Izuku asked, grabbing an also giant long-sleeved shirt out. 

“Short is fine,” he said before Izuku flung the shirt their way. They waited till Izuku was halfway stuffed into his closet before quickly changing and waiting for Izuku to stop rummaging. 

Izuku pulled a large t-shirt on as he rehung his sweatshirt with the cat ears. He looked at Haru and smiled,” Are you okay with sharing a bed?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Haru replied, returning the smile. 

“Is it okay if we cuddle, If not I’ll grab one of my big stuffies!”Izuku asked.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Haru said and smiled more, this slightly younger boy was so happy even with his horrid life, he wished to be like him, happy and content.