Last one boyos. It was a hell of a ride.

Izuku sat on the concrete of his balcony, the cold air nipping at his freckled cheeks. After the incident at the Halloween party, it became common knowledge throughout the dorms and among the staff of U.A. that he was, indeed, quirkless. They double-checked his records and confirmed it with his mother. He had cut off communication with his dorm-mates, and refused to leave his room until everyone was fast asleep. Due to this, he had taken to storing snacks in his desk drawers. His floor was covered in wrappers and garbage he couldn't be bothered to pick up. Pulling the comforter tighter around him, he watched from a distance as everyone ran laps around the school. He caught the slightest glimpse of Todoroki running farther ahead than most of the class, and an involuntary wince crossed his expression. It had been almost two weeks since the party, and the boy had either completely avoided him and left the room when he entered it. Turning his gaze back to the sky, he thought about the others. Kirishima and Uraraka had yet to give up on coaxing him out of his room, while Iida still pushed schoolwork under his door every other afternoon. A glance at his desk would reveal that he actually continued to complete the assignments, but he stubbornly refused to leave the room to turn it into the other for "grading." Bakugo and Kaminari had left him alone, and Tokoyami slipped the password for his Hulu account under the door. A cold sigh escaped his lips, and he listened as the familiar noise of distortion resounded behind him. Izuku didn't need to turn around to know who it was, he could guess. Dabi had shown up a few times since the incident, but he refused to talk to the villain altogether. Toga hadn't shown her face since he took this job, and Tomura was more than likely off punishing Dabi; which left one possibility. "Kurogiri." He greeted absently as the clacking of dress shoes neared him.

"Midoriya." The warp-gate villain greeted, making no comment about the state of the aforementioned boy's room. After a moment of silence had passed, the younger of the two stood and made eye contact with the other, waiting for an explanation. "It's happening today." Izuku's eyebrows furrowed at this, and his lips were pulled down slightly, but he nodded regardless.

"I understand. I'll gather my things."

The green and white suit clung to his skin, and the intimidating metal mask hung heavy against his jaw. The rabbit ears stood up, making him appear much taller than he really was. Izuku frowned under the mask, rifling through the papers in the filing cabinet. When Kurogiri helped get the collar off his neck, he never felt so free. As far as anyone knew, he was still in his room. Yet here he was, stealing student and staff member files. The black bag hung heavy at his side from the amount of papers he had shoved in there. Every file regarding the staff, every file from the third year's "B-class", and almost every file from the third year's "A-class." Frowning, he glanced at the ones he had left on top of the metal cabinet. 'Fumikage Tokoyami, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Ochako Uraraka…' his thoughts paused as he glanced at the final file in the pile. He wasn't sure what possessed him to leave these files out, but something told him he would regret it if he didn't. '...Shoto Todoroki.'

Grasping the lighter from his pocket, he poured some of the contents of the flask he had requested from Kurogiri onto the files. Lighting them on fire, he watched as the flames spread in his hands before dropping the files onto the carpeted floor. In about 30 seconds, the fire alarm will trip, and the whole school will be on alert. Racing through the hallway, he crouched behind the vending machine and waited. Surely enough, the alarm echoed through the hallway. Racing from the room he kept an eye on, the staff fled towards the doors to guide the students outside while they waited for the water and fire-controlling quirk heroes to handle the situation. He raced into the room just as his window of opportunity was closing, shutting the door quietly behind him. A sigh escaped his masked lips, and he briefly allowed his muscles to grow lax. Bad idea.

He felt the material wrap around his wrist and yank him across the room. Allowing his body to be pulled with the movement, he slid along the tile and watched carefully as his assailant stared him down. A grin found its way to his face, straining his freckles cheeks. "Shota Aizawa. What a lovely surprise." He chuckled lowly, pulling against the scarf wrapped around his wrist. It wouldn't give into the strain, however, and he let out an annoyed sigh. "Well, your quirk is utterly useless against me, so why don't we call this a draw?"

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted you." The teacher scowled menacingly in a way that made Izuku's skin crawl ever-so-slightly. The green haired boy hummed in response, and raised a green pocket knife from his belt to slice the material off of his wrist. This action only caused another end of the scarf to be wrapped around his ankle, yanking his body out from under him. Just as he hit the ground he felt the tile disappear from under him and he reappeared behind the homeroom teacher. Holding his knife confidently, he sliced the layers of the scarf in two. As the material fell loosely to the floor, Aizawa whipped around just as Izuku fell back into the floor. Another warp opened in front of the pro-hero, and before he could move a hand reached out and grasped his face. Aizawa stifled back a scream as he felt the skin on his face chipping away. Izuku quickly grabbed at the papers in the principal's cabinet, filled with notes he had given them about the villains and notes about himself. Shigaraki emerged from the warp as the pro fell to the ground, clutching his face in pain.

"Well, he was annoying. Ready to go, Deku?" The blue-haired villain hissed, not waiting for a response as he stepped back into the warp. Izuku followed suit, and found himself outside just as Kurogiri closed the portal. In front of them stood the A-Class, and he stepped out from behind Shigaraki to make himself known to his former dorm-mates. He watched as recognition flitted across a few of their faces. From behind him he heard as more and more villains piled in around them. Himiko appeared next to him, grinning wildly; Dabi placed a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off not-so-subtly. He felt the confidence surge in him, and he knew that this was his moment. 'It's now or never...'

He stepped out calmly between the two gathered groups, ignoring Shigaraki's inquiries or the looks of confusion from the heroes-in-training. Throwing the bag onto the ground in front of the villains, he cleared his throat to speak. "In that bag is the information of every U.A. staff member and student, every member of the League of Villains, and this-" he held up a file "-is all of the information regarding me. The information is free for you to take, Tomura. But I'm out." A moment of silence passed before the villain known as Shigaraki let out a breathy laugh.

"Excuse me? You think you can just leave?" The blue haired villain choked out, earning a couple giggles from the others. Himiko looked at Izuku in an almost hurt manner, but he knew the girl was an utter psychopath. He tightened his jaw as the laughter continued, even built slightly from a couple of the villains. Dabi's gaze was steely on him, and he refused to acknowledge the others. "Ever the rebellious teenager, eh? You betray your mother, betray your little friends here, and now us?" Izuku shoved his hands into the shallow pockets in his green suit, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, that's about the gist of it."

"You aided in killing a pro-hero." Shigaraki hissed, his words piercing the students who stood by nervously. Kirishima was struggling to hold Bakugo back from charging and taking on all of the villains himself. Izuku took the time to glance at all the people he had met here, glancing over a majority of them before his eyes rested on Shoto Todoroki. "Don't think you're just walking away from this."

"Oh, I know I'm not." Izuku grinned under the mask, turning his attention back to the blue haired villain. He glanced briefly at Dabi, a twinge of guilt rearing its head but he quickly stomped it into the dirt. Pulling out his lighter, he set the file with his own information alight, dropping it to the ground. "I'm still a villain, after all. But taking orders from someone so fucking annoying really gets to you. Seriously, have you heard yourself talk?"

"Why?" He heard behind him, the voice so calm but so hurt at the same time. Turning around, Izuku made eye contact with the two-toned boy who had asked the question. Without skipping a beat, the green haired boy found his answer.

"Because it was a fun challenge." It was a lie, but they didn't have to know that. Every part of Izuku wanted to go back to the dorm, to binge movies with Kirishima or spar with Katsuki. A large part of him wanted to go back to the way it was, to bond with the aloof heterochromatic boy and finish the year as a student at U.A. Highschool. He hesitated before reaching to his belt, grasping the trigger-like device. Turning his back to the villains, he slowly approached the group of students, many of whom stood defensively at his advances. Standing just a few feet away from Todoroki, he almost choked on the words he wished to speak. "I never properly thanked you back then. I was hurt, and you helped me out. So… consider us even." Shoto's eyebrows furrowed at this, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard a snort next to him.

"Even? You call this even you fucking Deku?!" Bakugo shouted, struggling to free himself from Kirishima's grasp. The redhead himself was in shock at the entire revelation, but his arms moved on their own accord as he held his boyfriend away from the fight. At this, the ex-villain turned his head to look at his childhood friend. A surge of various memories bubbled up, and under the mask he smiled gratefully.

"Yeah… because I stalled you all long enough for backup to get here." As if on cue, the sound of sirens rapidly approaching filled their ears. They were maybe 20 seconds from bursting through the school gates, and from the corner of his eye he could see a few of the staff members racing towards the two groups. He was running out of time and he knew it. Raising a hand, he flipped off the entire League of Villains before racing the few feet away to the large steel wall. The hand holding the grappling hook he grabbed off his belt earlier shot up and landed the spike into the top of the wall, shooting him up to the safety of the top. As his feet hit the concrete on the other side, he heard the fight break out before disappearing into the darkness of a nearby alley.

Shoto palmed the sleep away from his eyes, every muscle growing heavier and heavier with each passing hour they sat in the police station. Each of them had been questioned extensively since the incident. After Izuku's departure, more than a couple villains escaped, but a majority of them were apprehended. Glancing up at the small television they had in the police station waiting room revealed tonights top headline. Every news station on the planet had their own variation on how U.A. was attacked, how the top villains managed to escape, and they took it upon themselves to blame the school itself for the incident. More than one student was interviewed about how the staff dared to allow a villain among their own, and how their parents were horrified at the lack of consideration when it came to their children. If it weren't for the hours of interrogation, Shoto might find amusement at the amount of parents who are more than likely building lawsuits against the prestigious school. The news stations that weren't discussing U.A. were talking about the dangerous villain known as "The Betrayer Deku" and how everyone should be on the lookout. Kirishima let out a sigh next to him when the pixelated photo of Izuku's costume popped up on the television.

"Do you think he's okay?" The redhead grumbled next to him, causing the heterochromatic boy to glance at him in bewilderment.

"Why do you care?" He retorted, although it held no spite. The other sighed, running a hand through his spiky dyed hair. Resting his elbows on his knees, he kept his eyes on the T.V.

"I had more time to get to know him. He wasn't anything like he pretended to be…" He paused, letting his words sink in for a moment. "...he was actually really nice, and passionate about stuff. You should've seen the way he praised heroes, despite his past. The way he acted with most of us… it wasn't all fake." Shoto let himself believe Kirishima's words, but couldn't help the slimy feeling of betrayal on his skin. He wondered what he could've done differently to keep Midoriya in their lives, to keep him from making that decision.

"Shoto Todoroki, you're wanted for questioning." A voice on the intercom echoed through the room full of half-asleep students. It was almost 3 in the morning at this point, and a majority of them had taken to sleeping on the chairs. With an annoyed sigh, he ran a hand through his messy dual-coloured hair.

"Here we go again..."

Izuku Midoriya watched as the mostly empty black belt carried the bags of various shapes and sizes in a circle, taking note to keep the hood of his light blue hoodie drawn up. Grasping the black backpack he kept a minimal amount of possessions in, he took a deep inhale and walked down the stairs to the large glass doors. Walking out of the airport, he hailed the nearest taxi. Their brief exchange consisted of an address and cash payment, other than that the drive was quiet. As the city faded into houses, and the houses faded to trees, he let out a sigh. The air here was colder, but much cleaner than back home. Keeping his gaze out the window, his mind wandered back to those he left behind. 'I'll miss Kirishima and Kachaan, but…' he watched as the road become less and less crowded with cars, his mind wandering back to one person in particular. 'I think I'll regret not getting to know him better…'

When he felt the road transition from smooth pavement to rocky gravel, he knew they were getting close to their trees around them were in abundance now, blocking out the sun from their height and density. Rolling down the cab window, he let the cold wind blow through his thick green locks. Pulling up to a modern-looking house, he exited the yellow vehicle. Slugging the light backpack over his shoulder, he waved the driver away, watching the car disappear down the long driveway. When it was out of sight, he approached the building, taking notice of the sleeping German Shepherd in the large glass window. His red sneakers thudded against the steps as he made his way to the front door, and he felt his nerves spike momentarily, but buried them. Raising a clenched hand, he let his knuckles make contact with the door, the knocking echoing in the quiet forest. The dog he had seen in the window was now racing to the door, barking loudly to alert his master of the presence outside. Izuku braced himself as a tall figure opened the door, and he let a genuine smile grace his face.

"Hi Dad."

A/N: This story ain't really done yet. This particular fanfic "Arulas" is just part 1 to a two/three part series I'm working on. Consider this the prologue/backstory for the real fanfic, which will be much longer and much slower paced. I wrote this fanfic in the span of 2-ish weeks, so I don't know how long it will take for the next one to come out.