Hi! This is my second fanfic on this website and it's been a while since I wrote so I'm a bit rusty unfortunately. I'm trying to improve my writing and I thought fanfics was a good place to practice. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, thank you!

He amplified the strength in his legs, shivering slightly at the tingling sensation running down his thighs and down to his toes. In the midst of his power-up, he glanced at his watch wrapped around his wrist; 3:35 AM.

Izuku crouched down, felt the prickles of his quirk pierce beneath his skin, then jumped off the roof to another random building rooftop. The wind howled in his ears as he flew, dipped himself in the black velvet of a night sky. How Izuku enjoyed using his quirk. It was a constant reminder of his status, someone who is powerful, someone who wasn't a loser, someone who wasn't quirkless.

Once successfully landing and catching his balance, Izuku scanned for another figure in the distance; sure enough, there was a silhouette of someone else pursuing him a couple buildings away.

Izuku frowned.

His follower was nothing but obvious in the night settings, donned in white pants and dress shirt, leather straps wrapped around the shoulders and thighs down to his black boots. What was most undeniably visible was the gold pulsing of their skin. Perhaps it was part of his quirk or he's just plain stupid, but Izuku wasn't one to underestimate people and though it was rather foolish to attempt to catch him when it's dark with that specific trait, the former option is still valid.

What was most distinguishably peculiar was the use of equipment the man had in his possession. It was a design reminiscent to Hatsume Mei's invention shown during the UA sports festival some time ago, a contraption strapped onto his torso with shooting wires and hooks that flew from it. He had avoided the use of his quirk so far, taking advantage of his technology instead.

Swiftly, the man arrived to where Izuku stood and attacked.

Izuku muttered profanities as he dodged his opponent's swift strike. He wasn't quite certain whether the attacker was sent by the heroes or from a villain syndicate that Shigaraki pissed off somehow (because that occurs at least twice a month). What Izuku did know could do nothing to help him get out of the situation without casualties.

Vestiges of his heroism lingers inside him and Izuku loathed when his bleeding heart decides to cry out for his victims. The heavy guilt that seems to always follow after some bloodshed is bothersome if anything and Izuku would rather prevent any murder if there's an option anyway.

Despite that, there is certainly revulsion that grows to be more prominent when in the presence of heroes. A sinking bitterness that invoked memories of being bullied by a certain explosive boy, All Might who shattered his hopes of being a hero, and other factors that drove him to vice.

Izuku had realized the corruption of his current society that day on the rooftop and his detestation for heroes had been planted in his mind and flourished under the guidance of Sensei. It was inevitable that he would also become the heir to All for One and the head of the League of Villains. Shigaraki can say all he wants but Izuku is superior and Sensei favors him more than that creep.

Izuku snapped back into the present as his opponent finally resorted to utilize his quirk instead of hand to hand combat. In the desolate streets of the city, tendrils of light slithered up windows and sides of buildings to his gloved hands and gathered into a floating orb of gold. Izuku quickly realized the position he was in; in his short moment of diverted attention, the man had somehow solidified the light and kept Izuku's legs stuck to the roof.

He could've easily used his strengthening quirk but before he could, the giant orb hovering in his opponent's hand shot towards him and exploded in a flash of gold and suddenly, he was blind of sight and a gentle ring hummed in his ears.

Izuku felt his grip on consciousness loosen, pain threading throughout his body, and he slipped away into a black void.

In another world, Midoriya Izuku or Deku is rather content with his life.

"See you tomorrow, Uraraka, Iida!" Deku said cheerfully, waving goodbye to the duo before finally heading home. It was comforting to know he had friends at school and that he wasn't alone like he was in middle school.

Deku nodded to himself; yes, it was very comforting. Adorned on his lips was a jubilant smile, an adaptation of All Might's wide grin, as he thought of his growing relationship with Kacchan and Todoroki.

Deku became quite fond of Kacchan's antics and despite their rather abusive friendship, (if you could call it friendship), they had come to somewhat friendly terms with each other. Not only that, but Todoroki has changed. In a good way of course; he became much more open with everyone else, trying to abandon his stoic look.

Overall, today had been an average day. Class has proceeded without an abnormalities or at least anything worth noting.

Deku, once reaching the porch of his house, froze from taking another step. He tried to yell out but his mouth felt like it was sewn together by a thick thread no one else could see.

What's going on?

His legs became numb and he was slammed with intense nausea. His entire body was unable to move a single muscle, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

What's happening to me?

Somewhere in his head, he heard the whirring of wires and a voice that sounded eerily like his own but there was a rather dark tinge in his tone.

"Why don't we just find out?"

Abruptly, he collapsed onto the porch steps painfully and his vision blurred the world around him. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his eyes closed and Deku was plunged into darkness.

He saw himself fall in a black void until he limply fell onto a floor made up of mirrors. Light flickered on once he made contact with the surface. Glancing down, he stifled a cry at the sight of another body that resembled him but a version in critical condition; bruises, open wounds, blood soaked clothes.

Deku tried to get up, waiting for the numbness to ebb away but it never did. Instead, the floor shattered, lights off, and he fell down, down, down...

Until his fall stopped.

He barely registered the voices murmuring in the background and the feel of a stiff mattress beneath him when he snapped open his eyes.

White flooded his sight and he blinked a couple times to regain his vision until he could recognize his surroundings; a hospital room.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice said, masculine from the sound of it.

The voice itself was familiar, Deku definitely had heard it before, but where?

His eyes darted across the room to see a man in a trench coat and average features standing by the door. Tsukauchi Naomasa, he recollected, had a hardened expression, eyebrows furrowed, and Deku worried what had happened. It was then his surprised gaze fell upon a certain blond haired hero, All Might in his hero form, sitting in a chair next to his bed.

All Might, despite his familiar wide grin and colorful costume, expressed guilt and disapproval with his face. There was sadness ghosting his smile, and Deku was hit with fear of what was going on.

"W-what h-happened?" he stuttered, propping himself up with his elbows bent until he was able to sit up and lean against his pillow. "All Might? Tsukauchi? Was I hit by a quirk or s-something?"

Strangely enough, Deku felt no pain or lingering aches. He felt as if he had been merely asleep and he had just woken up.

Toshinori and Tsukauchi exchanged a confused glance before settling their eyes on Deku again.

"Young Midoriya," started All Might, "Do you know what your position here is?" His voice was thick with emotion, some Deku subconsciously identified as regret and self reproach.

Tsukauchi continued with a tone that conveyed nothing but professionalism, "How much do you remember?"

"Um, I remember going home f-from UA-" Deku began but was abruptly interrupted by Tsukauchi.

"UA? What were you doing there?" his eyes narrowed and there was an undeniable suspicion laced in those words.

Deku fiddled with his hands. Had Tsukauchi forgotten him already?

"I attend there? I mean, All Might knows that and y-you've seen me before..." he trailed off awkwardly.

Silence curled in the hospital room like a venomous snake.

"Midoriya Izuku," the detective said, "Do you know who you are?" Tsukauchi had spread each word out as if speaking with a deaf person.

In spite of his confusion, Deku responded without question.

"A student in UA and the inheritor of One for All," he said with certainty. Those were facts that Deku couldn't believe were true sometimes, when he woke up on the morning and remembered that he had a quirk and friends and a chance at being a hero.

"That," Tsukauchi said with puzzlement. His face was set in bewilderment, "doesn't make sense. You're not lying."

"Young Midoriya, you're the inheritor of All for One," All Might said perplexed.

So the ending seems rushed but that's probably because I want to go to sleep and I've been writing and editing for the past hour. I'm too lazy to do anything more than that.