Chapter Text
Chapter 1: Why, Oh Why?
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8:02 AM; March 30th, 20XX; Musutafu Asylum For The Criminally Insane
8:02 AM, The security guard enters the cell block. 8:04 AM, The security guard drops off the food. 8:06 AM, The security guard leaves the cell block.
Izuku Midoriya stares at the slop they call food. When will they finally understand- he doesn't want food? He won't eat their un-nutritional sludge.
According to Japan's laws, it's illegal to let prisoners go hungry- even if they don't need food to survive. What he needs to survive is a tune-up.
Tune-ups are his favorite thing in the universe. However, nobody knows that, and Izuku does not tell them what exactly he is.
At least they play the music. It's his only saving grace. The sweet melody keeps him in a state of lulling bliss.
What an amazing thing. He listens to the play for hours and hours. The music is the warm light at the end of the tunnel. Music floats and pirouettes around him like a ballerina. Like, [REDACTED].
Why was that redacted? Why was it... missing from his memory. It was like a plothole spawned in his memory. That shouldn't be to him. After all his memory is supposed to be perfect.
He was built to be perfect. It must be his memory chip expiring. Yeah, that's definitely what it is. Everything will be fine he will just have to look out more for this.
Izuku focuses back on the lovely dance of the music. Classical is such a wonderful genre, isn't it? Oh, how the security guards pray the power will not go out because that's when Izuku can escape.
11:46 AM, the warden enters the cell block. Izuku perks up as the warden shivers. Izuku tilts his head at the warden and blinks repeatedly. He hasn't seen the warden in a long time. Not since-
REBOOT...
REBOOT...
REBOOT...
"Midoriya!" The warden shouts. Izuku slowly opens his too-heavy eyes and looks at the pissed man's face.
The warden's rough hands hold his limp body. The warden's hands match his attitude. Izuku closes his eyes again.
"Don't close your eyes, kid!" He hears the man call. Who was the man again? The music lulls him back to the bliss.
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11:50 PM; January 2nd, Many Years Prior; Musutafu Pizzaplex
Izuku ran as fast as he could. His hands shook with fear and his eyes were puffy. Bakugou was so mean! Why would he ever think stuffing Izuku in a random closet would be a good idea?
Now Izuku was running through the halls of the pizzaplex with Roxyanne Wolf. Roxy was so cool. She had thankfully found him locked in the closet in the raceway. The wolf had been making rounds before returning to her room at Rockstar Row.
She had found him sobbing his eyes out in the tight locker and had been very made. He refused to tell her who had done this to them. What if Bakugou finally realized Izuku wasn't trying to beat him and wanted to be his friend again?
They had made it to the entrance and Izuku fell to his knees as he watched the doors slowly close. His knees felt a sharp pain then the freezing floor. Izuku watched the doors snap shut with a cold bang.
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6:34 PM; March 30th, 20XX; Musutafu Police Station
Izuku wakes up slowly. His systems begrudgingly come back online, but they used to be fast. They used to be so much livelier, but after not updating them they had gotten slow and tired.
"Mr. Midoriya?" A voice says in front of him. He recognizes that voice. That is Detective 1#, Tsukauchi Naomasa. He's the detective that had arrested him. The music plays loudly in Izuku's ear.
The music dances around him and Izuku's head rolls. "Turn down the music" He hears Naomasa yell. The music dances farther away from him and his systems become more sharp.
Security Log: Familiar place. Gray walls, a long window, a table, chains, and two chairs. A speaker is set behind the detective and power surpressing cuffs pulse around his ankles. Conclusion: Integration room at Musutafu police station.
Izuku rubbed his wrists. The pulsing of the cuffs annoyed his systems greatly. It was like a buzzing bee in his ears.
Izuku blinks. He can see the detective in his giant tan trenchcoat now. "Hello Mr. Tsukauchi." Izuku greets politely.
Naomasa smiles sadly. "Hello Midoriya." Izuku tilts his head. "Sad?" He asks. Naomasa snorts and then says, "Not at all. I was just worried about you. How had the asylum been treating you?"
Izuku ponders that question. The asylum is an inhumane place that should never hold a child. However, Izuku's not human. Things could be worse if they knew what he was. So, yes, the asylum was quite a lovely place.
"It's been treating me... adequately," Izuku answers. Liar! Liar! 'You are such a rulebreaker' Izuku thinks to himself. The prison was as lovely as walking on hot coals. In better terms: it sucked.
The detective frowns and then hides his expression. An average human wouldn't be able to catch the expression change, but Izuku could. Izuku evolved from being, as Bakugou would call it, a weak Deku.
"Adequately, huh? That's good Midoriya. Unfortunately, my visit isn't just to check up on you." Izuku's furrows his brows.
He has a life sentence, no parole, and no questions. What reason would the detective have for visiting him? Why would he bring him back here?
"Why?" Izuku simply asks earning a chuckle from the detective.
"Always too curious for your own good aren't you," Naomasa says. What's that to imply? He had a very good sense of curiosity- just enough for security.
"You prompted," Izuku says. "Well, I guess I did. The reason I am here is to offer you a spot at UA High School. It's villain rehabilitation program would do good for you, and could even get rid of your sentence." Naomasa says.
Isuku's face turned sour. No... just no. He couldn't. Izuku's breathing sped up and his systems started running overboard.
"I can't! I cannot!" Izuku shouted. Everything went quiet.
The lovely hum soothed Izuku and calmed him back down to Earth. His systems started running at a normal pace. "Thank you," Izuku mumbled. "Not a problem Midoriya," Naomasa said.
"Now, would you like to tell me why exactly you can't go to UA High School?" Naomasa asked.
Izuku sighed. Why couldn't they just understand? How were they so stupid? They were as dumb as a door. Idiots, the lot of 'em.
Idiots, the lot of 'em? That's not a programmed phrase in Izuku's vocabulary. His programs must be suffering after all that time stuck in prison.
"I hurt people. I'm a... rulebreaker. And rulebreakers must be punished." Izuku said firmly. Naomasa smiled sadly again.
"A rulebreaker not worthy of redemption would never feel guilty. You deserve this chance Midoriya. You did hurt people, but now you're getting a chance to save them- and save yourself. Take the offer Midoryia. Please." The detective said.
Izuku narrowed his eyes at the detective. He broke the rules, and he deserved to rot. But he didn't exactly have a choice here, did he?
"Tell me Naomasa, I don't really have a choice here, do I?" Naomasa made a face that told Izuku everything he needed to know.
"Fine. I will go. But I hope you understand, that I will not benefit from it and will end up back in that inhumane asylum. Understand?" Isuku asked.
The detective got up and said, "It was nice seeing you Midoriya.", before leaving Izuku in the cell.
He left, just like his mom and his dad, and [REDACTED]. They always leave.
6:44, Detective Tsukauchi leaves the interrogation cell.
The music turned far too loud for a human. Even though the music soothed him it was also incredibly painful. Don't they remember he has ears?
Oh Fazgoo, he hated them! They are rule-breakers who don't think about how their actions affect others. Rule-breakers like Izuku...
Izuku's systems slowly shut down.
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12:00 AM; January 3rd, Many Years Prior; Musutafu Pizzaplex
Once it hit midnight, the loudspeakers came on. "Roxanne Wolf Model #0143 report to parts and service for your after-show maintenance." Roxy's eyes went white and she diligently walked to a side door.
"Roxy! Roxy wait! Please!" Izuku pleaded. He was stuck in this giant mall with giant animatronics, and he just lost the only one on his side.
Roxanne didn't even look back. She just kept walking forward. What a great betrayal to add to the hurt he already felt.
The doors shut and Izuku didn't have a security badge to follow the animatronic. He closed his eyes and sat on the unwelcoming floor. What was he to do? How was he to get out?
The security doors were closed and wouldn't open until 6:00 in the morning. He was trapped. All the doors were shut- except the fire escape!
Booyah! The fire escape!
The fire escape was perfect! Yes! That was how he would escape this giant maze! The fire escape!
Izuku got up. No heroes were going to save him, because his mom would just assume he was staying over at the Bakugou's. He had to be a hero. He could do this.
Izuku wasn't worthless. he could show them all. He could survive this forbidding place where kids probably go missing until 6:00 a.m.
Izuku stood up and looked at the entrance. All he had to do was get to the elevators. Easy, right?
Izuku went back to the gates and scanned his entry pass.
DENIED.
Izuku's mouth dropped. "How? I just was in there how can you not let me in?" Izuku said panicked. He scanned his pass over and over again. Every single time the scanner just read denied.
Finally, after 2 whole minutes of scanning, he gave up. "What am I to do now?" Izuku mopped. Oh who was he kidding, he could never be a hero. He could never survive until 6:00 a.m.
Izuku then turned to look at the mop bot, when he spotted it. 'FREE COMPLEMENTARY ENTRY PASS', the sign read. "Yes!" Izuku shouted as he raised his fist to the sky.
Izuku ran over to the sign and grabbed the small pass that read, 'JANUARY 3RD, 20XX; PASS #1'. Izuku had a moment of realization.
"The reason my pass didn't work was because it was dated January 2nd. That makes so much sense."
Izuku walked over and scanned his entry pass while mumbling to himself. "That kind of technology is ingenious. I mean come on! Passes that automatically date themself, that's so cool. I should make something like that."
Izuku then stopped and his heart dropped. The elevator dinged and an animatronic stepped out. Chica the Rockstar Chicken.
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6:50 AM; April 1st, 20XX; Transfer Vehicle
Izuku was nervous as a cat meeting its owners. He'd be meeting his new peers in such a short period of time. What was that thing that [REDACTED] always said? He'd be like, "Don't worry Superstar, everything will go perfect. We have each other after all."
Weird. Why couldn't he remember who said that? He was- no. His name was- no. Everything kept coming up blank.
Why couldn't he just remember? When would they take the godamn music away? When could he think? GODDAMN, IT!
Izuku broke the chains tying him down in the van. He pounded on the metal door that could lead to his precious freedom. He could hear the shouts of the guards, "Stop him! Play the music louder! You idiot Danell!"
The music turned to an ear-screeching level the humming melody flooded his senses. What was he thinking about again? Escapeing? No way. Why would he ever want to leave the music?
Izuku swayed side-to-side while clutching his ears. God the noise was so beautiful but so deadly.
His foot tapped along to the loud but soft rhythm. Why was he ever nervous? Everything would be just fine.
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7:20 AM; April 1st, 20XX; The Gates of U.A. High School
Izuku stepped out into the open sunny courtyard that led to his 4-year doom. How was he going to survive being trapped here for 4 years? That will be painful. Of course, he could always end up back in his previous hellhole.
"I wish I was back at the pizzaplex," Izuku mumbled. His true home was gone and dead. He missed that thing way too much to be healthy. But, it's where his real family was.
"I can't believe I have to deal with people like the rule-breaker Bakuguo for 4 years. Though, I deserve it." Izuku said. It had been years since he had seen the flashy blond and his hatred had grown over time.
Bakuguo was the ultimate rule-breaker. He was a bully and as Roxy had always said, "You don't deserve to be hurt by bullies Zuku." Though, I guess he deserved to be bullied by Bakuguo. After all, he was a [REDACTED].
Why couldn't he remember the incident? Why couldn't he think about who he hurt? What if this was a big prank and he wasn't a rulebreaker? No. He was. He definitely hurt people. Maybe.
Izuku entered the daunting gates of U.A. High School. It was tall, daunting, and outright terrifying. Why couldn't they just leave him to rot in his cell, until his processor dies?
Speaking of his processor, he would need a new one soon. Passing out in the middle of being lectured about all the bad things he's done isn't a goal of his. He would have to sneak around and get a processor for himself.
How was he ever supposed to sneak around with the uniform telling everyone around, "I'm in Class 1-A. I'm evil and am number 18. Report me to the principal immediately." Then bright red lettering was certainly a fashion statement.
Up ahead, he saw the sign proclaiming the class he was a part of. One of his bodyguards opened the door and shoved him in.
The bodyguards left and Izuku was left staring at his new classmates. 7:25, Bodyguards leave Izuku.
Izuku's eyes specifically landed on a flashy-haired blond. The one with a giant number 17 on his sleeve. His archnemesis, Katsuki Bakuguo.
Katsuki for his part looked pissed. "So they finally decided scum like you was worthless, huh." He said.
Izuku glared at the blond and said, "It seems I'm not the only junk in the room." Izuku was tired of lying down. He could stand up to Bakugou. He could do this.
Katsuki stood angrily. "You wanna go, you quirkless nerd!" Izuku relaxed his shoulders and his face, as he heard gasps and whispers erupt from his surrounding classmates.
Izuku's systems started categorizing Bakuguo's behavior as threatening. His almost broken camera started recording the ordeal. 7:38, Scruffy hobo (has U.A. badge= must be a teacher) enters the main classroom.
"I'm not quirkless anymore Bakuguo," Izuku said coldly. Katsuki looked as if someone just insulted his mother. Then he got really really pissed.
"THERE IS NO WAY YOU GOT A QUIRK! Your such a fucking liar, Deku." Bakuguo shouted in his face.
"I don't have to prove myself to you," Izuku said. Bakugou looked like he was about to swear at him once again, but he was interrupted by a grim voice behind Izuku.
"You might not need to prove yourself to Bakuguo, but every one of you needs to prove yourself to me. Hello, I'm your homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa." The scruffy hobo said. Izuku's threat programs shut off.
"Hello." The class greeted Aizawa. "Every single one of you is worthless. Every single one of you is a criminal that should be rotting in prison. However, U.A. has so kindly decided that you deserve redemption. Don't waste this chance."
"There are 2 types of villains in this class. People who believe they are above the law and become illegal heroes and people who have decided crime is a perfectly fine hobby. Vigilantes and Villians." Aizawa starts.
"The Vigilantes will learn to obey the law. The Villains will learn to control themselves, whether that be learning to control their quirks or controlling and fixing their behavior." Aizawa said.
"You will have 4 years to prove to me that you don't deserve to end up back in a jail cell. And if you can't prove yourself, then you will go straight back to rotting with no chance of parole. This is your last chance." Aizawa said.
"We will be starting this class off with a quirk apprehension test. The student with the lowest scores will be expelled. Now, go put on your gym uniforms." Aizawa stated.
Izuku diligently got up and followed the class to the changing area. 7:45, Aizawa Shota and Classmates 1-20 leave the main classroom.
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Bonus Scene:
8:00 AM; March 23rd, 20XX; Nezu's Office
Aizawa entered Nezu's office with clear disdain painted on his face. It was that time of year when he would have to look over the new arrivals for Class 1-A.
"You have the files," Aizawa said as a greeting. Nezu smiled menacingly and hopped down off of his chair. He sat a heavy stack of papers on the coffee table and Aizawa sighed.
Aizawa plopped himself on the couch as Nezu asked, "Do you want some tea."
"No, thank you," Aizawa said politely. It was best not to be rude to the rat.
"What file are we starting with this year?" Aizawa asked looking at the heavy stack of files. "
Nezu smiled and said, "Let's start with number 18. He'll be very interesting."
Aizawa picked up the file. Izuku Midoriya, huh. Where had he heard that name before? Oh yeah, it was when they found the kid surrounded by the corpses of dead adults.