(This was fun to write. It would also be fun to get reviews.)

It was a very uncomfortable night. Toga went home for the night, so it was just the three of them. Perhaps the Yuno girl too, but he was unsure. He tried to sit at the bar silently, but the villains kept trying to make conversation. It was extremely strange to have the people who tried to kill him attempt to make conversation. They even brought Mcdonalds, in which he expected was a ploy to win him over. He chewed his burger slowly as he listened to them talk.

"Thanks for the food." He said awkwardly. "It is good to know that McDonalds tastes the same in every world."

The villains chuckled. "Don't expect this every day, we can't have you getting unhealthy. We can't go around with our business if we are all fat."

"Oh Shush." Tomura said. "The boy is going through alot. If he wants McDonalds, he can have all he wants."

"You spoil the boy."

Midoriya looked at the two men in shock. Two dangerous villains joking around like family. Like normal people. Perhaps there really was more to them then what was on the outside. That made him relax slightly.

"So." Kugorigi asked. "Is your mother still alive in your world."

He swallowed. "Yea. My mother is fine. Why, did something happen to her here?"

Tomura spoke up. "The death of your mother was hard in you, well him."

The loss of his mother would have been extremely hard. Before he meant All Might, his mother was all he had. He had no idea how he would deal with that.

"Is that why he is a villian?"

Kugorigi nodded. "He was like you once. He loved heros. But he blamed heros for the death of his mother. That one being quirkless in a world where quirks are everything really made him open his eyes. He realized that heros were not gods, but celebrities who took enjoyment in showing off their quirks and hurting those who do not meet society's standards. They love the spotlight more than they care about people." He explained. "He also hates how quirks make a person."

He sighed. It was the same type of thoughts that many had in his world. He admitted that some of the hero's cared more about status then helping others. And he agreed that quirks were not the only thing that made a person. He could see why the death of his mother could send him overboard with these thoughts.

"Not all heros are like that. All Might-"

"Shut Up." Tomura snapped. "I understand that you come from a different place. But understand this. You are my little brother and I love you. I would never hurt you. But I have a rule, no one mentions him unless it is how to kill him."

"He-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Tomura yelled.

"Tomura, calm down." Kugorigi warned. "He is just a child. He does not see things the way our Izuku does. He had not had his eyes opened yet. We can not blame him for that."

"That does not change the fact that All Might should die!"

Izuku wanted to protest, but he decided it would be smarter not too. He was thankful for Tamura's fit though, it reminded him that they were in fact villains. That he could not let his guard down even for a second.

"Is there anywhere I can get some rest?" He asked. "I am really tired."

"There is a bedroom downstairs. You will find a hatch in the closet to a staircase. Your bedroom is on the left."

He nodded and calmly walked to the broom closet. He opened it and walked down the stairs. He eventually found his room. It was easy to find to find due to the fact his name was scratched into the door.

He half expected a torture chamber, but it was surprisingly clean. There was a desk with a bed. There were several notebooks stacked up next to the desk. It looked similar to his room exempt instead of UA books, there were a few weapons on his desk.

He sat down and picked up one of the notebooks. Again, it was like one of his own. The handwriting was even the same. The only difference was that the notebook focused on the weakness of their quirks and fighting styles instead of how to use it to their full potential.

After flipping through a few nice pages, he sighed and tossed the book to the side. He stood up from the chair and took off his belt with the weapons. He had one question that he needed answering. Did he still have the quirk?

He clenched his fist and tired to get One For All to flow through his body. It took a few second of concentration, but soon he felt the familiar power coursing through him. He smiled and let the power fizzle out. It was true what they said. Quirks were connected to the soul, not to the body. This was good. That gave him advantage if needed.

… ..

Izuku sat in his dorm at UA as he fiddled with a knife he stole from from the kitchen. It was ironic, it really was. Three and a half years ago he would have done anything to be here. To be a student at UA learning to be a hero. But things had changed and he hated it.

The two teachers informed him that they would be the only two who knew about this. He would have to act like a happy little fanboy who just wanted to be a hero. It made him sick.

He did not sleep well last night. He sat in his bed all night as he played his favorite game. He spent the entire night imagining how he would kill certain heros. What weapons he would use and how he would use their weakness to his advantage. He would make his family proud.

He missed his family. He was planning on surprising Toga with a new 'friend'. Sure his girlfriend was insane, but it was so worth it to see her face light up when she got her presents. He missed his big brother who talked to him and raunted endlessly about All Might. Hell, he even missed the way Kugori scolded him to brush his hair and be careful with his knifes. He was going to get home if he had to murder this entire school.

He heard a knock on his door and he quickly hid his knife in his belt under his shirt. "Come in."

A boy with red and white hair walked in. Once again, he recognized the student instantly. It was Shoto Todoroki. He was the son of the second hero. His quirk was very strong, but he only used his ice. Since he refused to use his fire, he could only go awhile before he started to give himself frostbite. His daddy issues could probably be used against him.

"Hey Todoroki." He forced a smile.

"I was wondering if you would like to walk to class together."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had to admit, the dude was kinda hot. But he also had a girlfriend and no way in hell he was falling for a wanna be hero.

"Sure!" He said brightly. He smiled so hard that his cheeks hurt.

He got up and walked with him down the hall. "I heard you collapsed yesterday." Todoroki said. "And you had a fit. What was that about?"

"I had low blood sugar and hit my head pretty hard. I was confused for a moment and was sure my mother was dead. Luckily the nurse looked me over. I feel alot better now that I can actually think."

"That is good. You had me- us worried."

The first part of the day was normal schooling. Honestly, it was terrible. He had not been in school for three years and this was advanced work. He nearly snapped and sent his knife through the teachers head.

Eventually it was time for him to go to the hero course. He was on edge as he tried to find the 1-A classroom.

"Hey Deku!" A voice called.

He was about to snap. That name he associated with constant years of bullying and torment. He wanted to reach for his knife, but instead he turned around with a smile. He saw Ochako Uraraka running toward him.

"Deku, I heard what happened yesterday-"

"Don't call me that." He snapped.

"I thought you liked it. It is what you picked for a hero name."

He grit his teeth. That idiot. He used his childhood nickname, the one that caused him so much pain. What, did he think getting over it would make him stronger? The only thing that would make getting over worth it was killing Kacchan after he became a Pro Hero. That would be the greatest accomplishment of the Quirkless Killer.

"Just don't call me that. Let's get to class."