'Arson in Musutafu: Twenty three killed in Junior High attack'.
Izuku looked away from the newspaper headline and pulled his hood round his head as he continued walking down the street, hands in his pockets. He already knew what he did two days ago, even if part of him didn't believe it. First he ran away from home, then he worked out a plan to set his old school on fire. A week ago, he never would have even thought of such a thing, let alone actually done it. His stomach growled as he reached the alley way shelter he took to hiding in. He didn't think to bring any food with him when he left, he had used the last of his cash, and he didn't want to make a withdrawal from the bank in case someone used it to track him down.
He reached into his yellow backpack – one of the last vestiges of his old life – and found a half eaten chocolate bar. He removed the wrapping and put the bar into his mouth, grateful for something to fill his stomach. He sat down on the cheap sleeping bag, still feeling hungry and thought on where his life had gone.
He use to have a home, now he had a crude shelter made from junked bits of wood, corrugated iron and an old tarp.
He use to have a warm bed, now he had low grade sleeping bag that couldn't keep him warm unless he wears a jumper.
He use to have a full wardrobe, now he had a mottled hoody jumper, a slightly over sized shirt, baggy combat trousers and the one pair of boxers he had worn since he left.
He use to have a room filled with All Might merchandise, now he had a burned note book, an old knife he found in the trash, an empty wallet, a lighter, his old backpack and a satchel.
He use to have access to food and water, now his stomach growled loudly in hunger that couldn't be sated.
And lastly he had a mother that wanted him home, now he was alone. It wasn't like he could go back home either after what he did. In a fit of rage, he found a couple of dozen empty beer bottles in the scrap yard that was the Dagoba Municipal Beach. After picking them up and putting them in his new satchel, he went to a petrol station to purchase a pair of fuel cans. He would have been concerned with the lack of apparent concern the cashier showed at a fourteen year old boy buying such a thing, but he had given up on caring by that point. After he stored the jerry cans in the alley, he went and brought a disposable lighter from a different shop.
He then filled the bottles with petrol, tearing up his school gakuran to use for rags that he stuck on with tape he got with the lighter, When he saw that there was fuel left over, he decided he'd use it to coat a few of the stairwells so as to herd everyone inside. Getting over the outer fence was surprisingly easy. He managed to make a grappling hook using some rope and bent pipe he got from the same beach as the bottles, and then… and then he put his plan into action. He was almost frightened by how easy it was to climb over the outer fence, start throwing molotovs and get back out without being caught, but now he had a question that needed answering.
'What do I do now?' he thought to himself. 'I can't go back to mom, if the police find me I'll be arrested for arson and murder, and I can't be a Hero so…'
"So how about being a Villain?" asked a voice. As Izuku yelped in shock, he realized two things. One: he had been mumbling out loud, a habit that annoyed people in the past and now threatened to get him into trouble he never thought he would have to face in his life. And two: there was someone in the alley with him. As he turned to look at whoever had overheard him, he saw that it was a man whose body was made of black and purple mist. He had glowing yellow eyes, no visible face, and a metal collar that presumably was wrapped around his neck. He wore a pristine suit and tie that reminded Izuku of a fancy barman.
"Wh-who are y-you?" Izuku stammered out. "And w-why did y-you suggest being a-a v-v-villain?"
"My name is Kurogiri," the mist man answered. "And I suggested being a Villain, because I am one myself." At this point, Izuku's eyes went wide and he began to shake in fear.
"Y-y-you're a-a-a villain?" he stuttered through the fear. "W-what do y-you want with m-me?"
Kurogiri looked up and down the alley before saying, "It would be best to have this conversation somewhere a bit more private." He held out a hand towards Izuku. "Shall we depart, or would you rather stay here, and try to forget you ever met me?" Izuku just stared at the outstretched hand, thinking. He weighed his options.
'Don't go off with strangers.' That's what all parents tell their children, its what Inko told Izuku, and this black-purple mist man claiming to be a Villain, was definitely a stranger. However, Izuku also had no-where else to go at the present moment. And besides, he was already a villain at this point, he'd killed twenty-three people. Why not go all the way, accept the brand and join up with others? Safety in numbers and all that.
"C-can I bring m-my stuff?" he asked after a few moments.
"Of course," Kurogiri replied. With that, Izuku rolled up his sleeping bag, stuffed it into the satchel he had used to carry his molotovs, hoisted it onto his shoulder and put on his backpack, all his remaining worldly goods, now carried on his person. He nodded, took Kurogiri's hand, and waited. "Very good," Kurogiri said, his body of mist expanding to overtake Izuku and envelop him in darkness. About a minute passed before the darkness receded and when it did, the two where no longer in an alleyway. Instead they were in an old bar, with a wooden floor. Their was only one person sat at the bar, a grey haired young man who looked not much older than Izuku. He was dressed in all black trousers and a black shirt and when he turned round, Izuku visibly shuddered as he saw the man wearing a human hand on his face like a messed up mask.
"Kurogiri," he said as he scratched at his neck, flakes of skin dropping from him as he did. "Who's this?"
"This is the one responsible for burning down that Junior High School," Kurogiri answered as he walked behind the bar. He then gestured at Izuku and said, "If you would introduce yourself."
"O-oh, right," Izuku said. "My-my name is Mi-Midoriya I-Izuku." He gave a deep bow, his backpack and satchel jostling as he presented the man with a tuft of green hair.
"Shigaraki Tomura," the man said. "So is it true, you burned that school down?"
"Y-yes."
"And what made a kid like you, decided to do that?"
"I…" Izuku froze. Why did he do it? "I don't know," he said, standing up straight. Shigaraki's gaze was tunnelling through him. "I-I was angry, and did something st-stupid."
"They must have done something to make you angry enough to kill them, right?" Shigaraki asked, scratching his neck.
"They mocked me," Izuku answered. "I spent ten years being made fun of, an-and beaten and b-burned." Izuku's anger was resurfacing. "They… they hurt me, so I wanted to hurt them! They said a Quirkless person can't be a Hero! And I hate them for it!" he shouted.
"So, now you've got your revenge," Shigaraki stated.
"I haven't," Izuku said. "There's… there's someone else. Someone I want to hurt, but I can't."
"Who is it?" asked Kurogiri. "Maybe we can help."
Izuku thought for a moment, and finally said, "All Might. He said I couldn't be a Hero without a Quirk." He clenched his fist. "And I hate him. But I can't get at him."
"We can," Shigaraki said. "We hate All Might as well, it's our mission to bring him down and bring Hero society to its' knees. So if you want payback," He offered and hand to Izuku. "…and you can't be a Hero," Izuku stared at the hand. "…than why not join our party?" Izuku thought. He never wanted to be a Villain, he wanted to be a Hero. Then he realized: he was already a Villain. The only difference being that with Shigaraki, he wouldn't be alone. And so, throwing any remnants of hope to the wind, ignoring the tiny part off him that screamed in protest, he took Shigaraki's hand – quietly noting how he didn't place all five fingers on his – and accepted this new life.
"Yes," Izuku said, feeling more certain than he had since before he met All Might. "I'll join you."
"Brilliant," Shigaraki said. "Welcome, to The League Of Villains."