As Izuku wept he couldn't help but think. "If it weren't for the villains this wouldn't have happened". They killed her. They went to his home. His childhood home and killed the one he loved more than life itself. His mother. His sweet, innocent mother was gone.
No amount of crying was going to to bring her back. No matter how much he wished it could.
With that in mind Midoriya lifted his head up from his arms to go take a shower for the day.
After getting his clothes and stripping of his used ones, he entered the shower. He purposely made the water freezing cold. As a small way to torture himself for what happened. Because the villains only went after his mother because of him. Because of his "selfless" desire to become a hero. If he only accepted reality, or did as Kacch-bakugo said and jumped off a building, than perhaps things would be different.
While he was thinking this he couldn't help but tear up. But no. It wasn't his mother he was mourning this time.
It was his childhood self.
The part of himself that had dreamed of being a hero had died along with his mother.
(Imagine it's Izuku in a shower)
He wiped that lone tear from his cheek. He approached the mirror that was covered with fog from the shower.
He lifted his hand to wipe it off. He than saw a reflection of his face. The face that hadn't been there to save his mother. Every fiber of his being was disgusting in that face. It made him tempted to use one for all on the mirror so he would have to avoid looking at it.
But he didn't. Instead right there and than he decided that Izuku Midoriya the quirkless little boy who dreamed of becoming a hero, who failed to save his mother was dead. All that was left of him was this mask that stared back at him from the mirror.
He would make a new face. One that all the villains will fear.
And with that in mind he grabbed a razor as he started to attempt to shave off the weak remnants of Midoriya.
(Ignore the music and flashbacks and just how the scenes of him cutting his hair, which is the one from the first chapter)
After I did that I ran a hand through my head before putting on a plain green shirt and pants.
But I wasn't going to sleep.
Oh no
I was preparing for my mission to wipe out the league by any means necessary. But I. Order to do that I new a new name, and a new face.
I got one of the many notebooks I had through out the years and opened it to an empty page. On the top I wrote new hero look and name.
I sat there brainstorming for half an hour. What would be a good name for someone like me. With nothing left to lose.
I thought of a Rorschach test and it always changes and makes you question things. Just like I'm doing now. I than decided that would be my new name.
Rorschach