When Izuku was dropped In a pile of blankets in the center of a large room with white walls, he was so sure he had been kidnapped by a villain.
He was not expecting to find so many familiar people had had the same fate. Just one problem, there was...
The Pros held their breath, unable to tear their eyes away from the U.A. student as he stood in the large pile of colorful bedding in the middle of the floor. They watched as he began to sway slightly and swirls of white and gold surrounded him. Izuku's legs gave out and the wisps of light seemed to catch him.
Now floating on his back with his eyes closed, the person spoke again. "Do not worry, he is merely asleep. It will happen many times during this, but it will leave no permanent effect."
The heroes let out a collected breath, minus endeavor. There were quite a few people here to say the least. Cementoss, Snipe, Ectoplasm, All Might, Nezu, Present Mic, Midnight, and Eraserhead....most of the staff it seemed, were here from UA. Hawks, Mirko, Endeavor, and Fatgum were the only ones who were normal pros.
Aizawa spoke up first, "What are you planning on doing with him?" Out of the corner of his eyes he could see his students' asking questions as well. The villains, however, were remaining quiet, as far as he could tell.
"I would like you to truly see who Izuku is. Not Deku, although he is a lot on his own, but the boy behind that." The heroes frowned, trying to figure out what that meant. "I am going to show you the innermost workings of his mind. His past, and the possible future. If you would all please stand by the walls." The voice asked. Without much other choice, they did as they were asked. The students seemed to do the same thing, some (namely Bakugo) had to be dragged. The villains seemed to love defiance because they looked to be arguing back. "If you do not do so you won't like the result." The voice warned.
Hesitant but not stupid, they began to move to the walls of their room. A snap or click of a sort was heard and chairs that reminded them of movie theater seats appeared in the center of each room. "Take your seats please." Everyone moved to find a seat.
"Thank you, I will start with something Izuku has loved all his life, quirks. Or rather, analyzing them."
The entire glass wall itself seemed to act like a move screen. Many weren't fond of the fact that it blocked out their view of Midoriya. A picture of him, however, popped up in his place.
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A few heroes aw'd at the wholesome picture of the boy. A new voice spoke up, narrating, "Since the day Izuku Midoriya knew what a quirk was, he hadn't been able to take his mind off of them. The thoughts of 'where did they come from' and 'what are they' quickly morphed to 'how many are there' and 'what do they do'?" Understandable, what child wouldn't be curious about such things.
The picture changed, coming to life like a movie. Midoriya, as a child, ran around playing with what looked to be a younger version of Bakugo. "But for Izuku it was different. It started out the same as everybody else, but when he turned 4 and was diagnosed quirkless, his viewpoint was forcefully changed."
It showed the boy sitting next to his mother as the doctor told them the news, showing the X-rays to prove it. That didn't make sense, Midoriya has a quirk.
