Izuku had lived in the darkness for four years, four years after he was declared quirkless. what happens when a hobo hero and a beefed up hero stumble upon the place he's held captive, being tortured day in and day out?
Obviously, they will try to...
It’s been two weeks since finals. Kirishima, Mina, Rikido, Sero, and Kaminari failed their exams but they are still going to be able to go to the summer camp coming up. It’ll be about a week after our trip to I-island. Speaking about I-island, I’m currently sitting on a plane next to Mr. Aizawa. We’re going to I-island for the I-Expo where the scientists showcase their inventions. I look over to Mr. Aizawa and see him buried in his sleeping bag asleep. Seeing him asleep, I turn my head back over to the window and watch the earth pass by. I unconsciously frown when I think of the intel Giran gave me. He’s a man who wants what’s best for the people, even if that means being a villain info broker. Giran warned me that All For One was in contact with some dangerous villains just before the I-island I-Expo was announced. He said someone from I-island contracted fake villains to steal a dangerous device. I trust Giran this much, so I know there will be an attack. Now, the next question is whether I tell Mr. Aizawa. If I told him, I would have to out that I had connections with an info broker and then he would most likely want to meet him since Mr. Aizawa is an underground hero. If I do tell him, I have no way to prove it except my own knowledge. Let’s remember, to UA, I’m just a fifteen year old kid who plays vigilante dress up. At least, that’s what I think they think. Whenever, I’m around class 1-A or All Might and Mr. Aizawa, I start to get this tingly feeling in my heart. It’s warm and safe and comfortable but unfamiliar. When Todoroki told me I was a true hero and Kirishima called us manly after me and Bakugo won our finals, I felt so warm inside that my eyes started to water. I made sure to stop it, but it was so unfamiliar that I didn’t reply and just walked off. I don’t think I can take everyone’s warm greetings without feeling this warmth in my chest and it’s scaring me. I’ve never felt this way before and I haven't cried since I escaped from AFO. Whenever I learn something new, All Might or Mr. Aizawa will congratulate me on my accomplishment. I just don’t know how to respond. “All passengers, please put on your seatbelts! We are about to land in the next fifteen minutes. I repeat, we are about to land in the next fifteen minutes. Please put on your seatbelts!” the voice on the intercom shouts. Mr. Aizawa stirs and starts to follow the voice's instructions. I follow suit. Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Aizawa leads me off the plane and we grab our luggage. Mr. Aizawa broods the whole way to our lodgings. He seems tired. As the car drives by, I look out and see the buildings and streets of I-island. It’s completely amazing! I’ve never seen such technology! I have to stop admiring it because we arrive at our lodgings. Mr. Aizawa and I carry our luggage inside and settle in. After settling in, Mr. Aizawa tells me, “Hirasenshi, the leaders of I-island made an exception for you being here. They only asked that you find a more subdued way to conceal your face.” I don’t answer and just pull my hood down, surprising Mr. Aizawa. Before coming here, I had dyed my hair black exactly for this reason. Before Mr. Aizawa can question me, I say, “It’s dyed,” as I walk into the nearby bathroom with a change of clothes. I take off my full face covering and the rest of my clothes before stepping into the shower. I clean myself up and step out of the bathroom with lounge clothes on and a blindfold covering my eyes.
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I walk to the living room and sit across from Mr. Aizawa. We’re mostly silent before Mr. Aizawa asks, “you can see?” “Yes,” I briskly reply. Mr. Aizawa sighs and then asks, “will you remove the blindfold?” He asked it like he was testing the waters. I say no. “Why?” Mr. Aizawa tiredly askes. I didn't answer right away but conceded eventually, “if anyone knows my face, then there is a chance All For One may find out. If he finds out who I am, he will put all his effort into killing me.” I feel a little exasperated at having to explain this over and over. Mr. Aizawa starts a tired and weak argument for why I should tell him who I was. For every reason he brings up, I just repeat my earlier statement. Eventually, I get tired and tell Mr. Aizawa I’m going to sleep.
