Watching his so called friends laughing together maniacally over machines and blueprints, Shinso was sure of it.

The world was about to come to a premature end. Nothing good could possibly come out of the unholy friendship of one Mei Hatsume and Izuku Midoriya. To think the same boy who became a nervous wreck and stammered like a malfunctioning tube-light in front of a girl would be so readily chatting with one. Then again, his passion for quirks and technology surpassed his shyness of girls.

"Yes, but imagine if it was someone like Kamikiri, all it'd take would be one move to manifest a blade and cut the net. Or someone like Sato could use brute strength to break out." After having compared which chemicals would cause the biggest explosion, they had proceeded to set half the classroom on fire and discussing a capture weapon Hatsume was working on.

"Exactly! See these extensions? They act like Chinese finger traps, meaning-"

"Meaning the more one moves, the more the net will shrink and tighten!" Izuku slapped his forehead, "Genius! But what if its someone like Ashido? Even immobile, she can use her quirk to secrete acid and melt the net. Then what?"

"Izu-kun, Izu-kun," Hatsume chided, "who do you think is responsible for developing the hero students' costumes?"

ok, when the hell did they start to refer to each other on a first name basis?

"uhh, the support department?" The green head faltered, unsure of where this was going. Then it struck, "You guys used acid-resistant materials to create her costume!" His eyes shined like a five year old child being treated to an ice cream, "Oh tell me you still have some of the fabric left."

Hatsume merely grinned in reply. Clumping these two together was the perfect definition of an evil genius scientist. Midoriya being the evil genius and Hatsume the scientist. Shinso looked out of the corner of his eyes to see Power Loader with his face in his hands. He heard a mutter that suspiciously sounded like 'not again, I can't deal with any more explosions.'

"Holy crap, Shinso, this is amazing, I-" Izuku stopped short. "What the hell are you doing?"

Hitoshi, who currently had his face up against a wall replied, "It's called a face wall." His words were more muffled than he would have preferred but it got the point across.

"And why exactly are you face-walling?" The fact that Hatsume sounded genuinely curious made Shinso face-wall again.

"Because sometimes a face palm just isn't enough." He'd have almost missed Midoriya clamping his mouth shut to prevent himself from guffawing if not for the 'pfft' sound that escaped. That little shit, he was enjoying this, wasn't he?

"So in return for showing her how to hack into U.A.'s announcement system and speakers, Hatsume gave me explosives for every type of situation!" Izuku gushed out, "There's a flash grenade, smoke bombs, then one which sprays acid, one for nitrogen monoxide, that's laughing gas by the way," He pointed to one of the tools on his person which looked too much like a Pokemon ball than Shinso would have liked, "And even one for sleeping gas."

While Shinso considered the dangers of Midoriya possessing such combustible and deadly devices, there was something far more important that he wanted to talk to his sole friend about, "Hey, Midoriya,"

"Yeah?" He didn't want to ruin the green head's mood, but he hoped he wouldn't take it badly.

"What if I told you I manifested a new quirk?"

Izuku stopped in his tracks. A strange look, which Shinso couldn't put his finger on, marred his face, "Really? What is it?" There was a tinge of enthusiasm in his voice but it sounded so wrong coming from his mouth.

"It's strength based. I can't use it though, if I did, I'd probably end up breaking my bones so I need to work out to be able to use it properly."

"Strength based, huh," It was very slight, but Izuku was trembling, "Is it powerful?". Shit, this was worse than Hitoshi had expected. The two of them had become friends because they both were outcasts and the emergence of a quirk, a powerful one too, changed the equation.

Before Shinso could reply that yes, it was powerful but it didn't change anything -not their friendship, not their pasts and definitely not the quirk discrimination both of them had been subject to- Midoriya cut him off.

"Of course it's powerful if simply using it is enough to break your bones. And you just manifested it recently?"

"Yes, but-"

"That's great, Shinso. I'm happy for you, I truly am." With those words, Izuku turned on his heel and left, cutting short their conversation. The very fact that he didn't ask rapid fire questions about his newly manifested quirk told Hitoshi that Midoriya wasn't in the mood to talk. His voice had sounded bittersweet, but that wasn't what caught Hitoshi off guard.

It was his expression.

Midoriya looked afraid. Genuinely afraid. The brainwasher had only seen such an expression on his face once, when Midoriya had first set his eyes on the class 1-A student with the explosion quirk. He'd responded to the boy with indifference later on, but that single moment was the only time he'd seen the green head so vulnerable.

He didn't know what had shaken the quirkless boy so much but he got the feeling it had more to do with the nature of his quirk rather than the fact that he had two quirks while Midoriya had none.

The dagger hit dead center of the dartboard in Izuku's room. He was angry and frustrated and there was nothing he could do in the goddamn world about it.

So the recent revelations weren't enough and he just had to find out that the one person he could truly call his friend, the one person who hadn't treated him like dirt on the ground was the successor of One for All? Or just maybe, it was a coincidence and he'd just managed to get a quirk, a strength based one at an age where quirks simply didn't manifest and right when All Might came to U.A. looking for a successor, the same school which he just happened to attend.

Oh who was he kidding. of course it was One for All his friend possessed. The world simply hated him, didn't it?

This changed things. A lot. The symbol of hope was a powerful title, so powerful that it was overwhelming. And now the torch was passed on to Shinso, a young boy who knew the downsides of society just as well as Izuku did. Just as well as All Might was supposed to.

Izuku twirled another dagger in his hand and flung it. The moment it left his hand, he knew that he was going to miss with the same certainty he knew Shinso was the new holder of One for All.

It landed right below the board, on the only poster he had of All Might left. He'd disposed of all his All Might merch, except that one poster which was now ruined, with a dagger jutting out of where the number one hero's right eye was. Sighing, Izuku discarded even that.

It took an entire year for him to get all that hero worship out of his system. Glancing at his now completely-empty-of-hero-merchandise room, he took out the files he had on the U.A. students about to leave for USJ in two days. There was a lot of planning to do and not much time left. How the times had changed. The same person who obsessed over heroes and always dreamt of becoming one was now planning their destruction.

He reviewed what he knew. 20 students of Class 1-A along with three pro-heroes, namely All Might, Eraserhead, and Thirteen. Thirteen, being a rescue hero, wouldn't pose much of a problem. She was too unfamiliar with the offensive application of her quirk to be one. Eraserhead on the other hand...

That man was well versed in martial arts and hand to hand combat. His capture weapon was nothing to scoff at either. In fact, Izuku felt a sort of kinship from the man. In essence, He too fought quirkless. The best strategy would be to pit himself against the hero but Izuku could not risk blowing his cover. Not so soon, at least. No, instead it would be better to overwhelm the underground hero with numbers.

As for All Might, the noumu should be enough to keep him occupied. Besides, if he indeed did pass on his quirk, he'd have weakened even further. However, no plan is perfect and in case that fails, he'd have to tell Tomura to keep a hostage. The boy Mineta would work. His quirk was useful in trapping others but from what Izuku had observed, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and the most likely to panic in a villain attack. Taking advantage of that should be easy.

U.A. was highly selective and only the best of the best got in. Ironic, since Mineta was apparently a pervert, the worst kind of trash. Uraraka deserved to be there more than he did. Anyways, that left 19 students to be dealt with. Now this was the tricky part.

USJ was divided into six zones, each meant for an unforeseen event. Flood, landslide, fire, mountain, ruins and downpour. Most of the UA students' quirks could be countered by teleporting them to one of these zones. Most of them. Looking at their profiles he knew there'd be exceptions.

Meaning, Kurogiri would have to teleport them one-by-one to the specific zones according to their weakness. An arduous task he'd no doubt be reluctant to perform. So it was a good thing Kurogiri owed Izuku a favor.

Then there were many more things Izuku had to take into account. Hagakure, the invisible girl could easily slip past their notice and he couldn't send someone like Uraraka lest she be recognized by one of the students who took the exams with her. Sighing, Izuku pulled off the two daggers from his wall and put them back in a drawer where his other weapons lied. It was not a huge collection but it had variety.

Izuku closed his drawer with a huge 'thump' as he heard footsteps approaching. He had just finished hiding the papers on his desk when the door opened and his mom stepped in.

"Izuku, is Shinso-kun going to come over for dinner today as well?" She asked with a smile bright enough to blind someone.

"...No," The reply was barely audible. He remembered the first time he invited the purple-headed boy over. His mom had burst into tears seeing as her son had finally called over a friend.

"I see. Then its just gonna be the two of us," His mother smiled again, "I'll be done with dinner in fifteen minutes or so. Come downstairs by then." She closed the door and Izuku could faintly hear the sound of her steps retreating.

Its almost time for dinner, huh. Izuku looked at where he hid his notes, files and weapons. An idea struck him and he knew what he was going to do the next day.

It was time to pay a certain detective a visit.

Hope y'all are liking the content so far. Honestly, reviews are great motivators for writing. I mean, I got like two reviews on the last chapter and that made me spit out another chapter in a week. A week when the chapter before the last one had been uploaded more than half a year ago. So yeah, do read and review, they mean a lot to writers and tell me if I'm doing a good job or not. Constructive criticism is appreciated as well.

Some drastic changes I've included are Uraraka being a prat of the league and Shinso getting OFA. The impact of these changes, along with the main one of Izuku being a villain is gonna show up soon. Also, wondering if somebody noticed, I distinctly stated that there were 20 students in class 1-A. Considering that Izuku and Ochaco are no longer a part of the class, who do you think the other two students are? Or who do you think it should be because I don't know myself.

The backstory of how Shinso got OFA will be revealed in later chapters, along with Izuku's first attempt at villainy and the reason why many of the league fear him so much. I have a lot of things planned out, it simply doesn't come out as well in writing. *Goes to cry in a corner* English isn't my first or even my second language which is why I kinda struggle with it. So let me know if there are mistakes.

Look forward to the next update! And Thank You for reading.