{have that picture asshats it has nothing to do with anything it's just beautiful}

Overhaul grinned down at Izuku's ragfoll body with a hidden grin, mask shielding the sadistic horror of it. He had a scalpel in one hand, still gloved, while the other was bare, skin contacted with the iron stained air.

Currently, the small boy was strapped to a metal table, it at a slight incline so he could see everything.

Overhaul was at his side after three slow, damp steps, the ground covered already in blood. The bright white light shone overhead, everything being illuminated.

A small motion of three fingers taking hold of the grimy fabric of Izuku's shirt made it practically dissipate. Overhaul's quirk reducing it to slithers of fabric.

Of course the blood on the floor wasn't Izuku's, mixed with mostly Eri's and some other victims'.... though soon the small boy's blood would be added in with it. He hated how dirty is was though, how many germs there were... but it couldn't be helped.

Overhaul wanted to see how the boy worked, what built him together... so he would tear him apart to do so. It was easy now with the shirt out of the way, the blade of the scalpel tapping against his chest before sinking in, splitting it open. His other hand's ginger tips rested on his shoulder, the effects of his quirk slowly opening the wound further.

It split him open- into two.

Of course this wasn't unnatural, his quirk does this so often.

Blood gushed out, like water spilling from a cup. It overtook everything, the metal table that he was tied to died red in an instant. Overhaul waited a few moments for it to clear for the most part before stepping back up to examine.

It seemed his body was weak right now, even the slowly fading of Izuku's pulse.

Though, of course he was still alive. Overhaul's quirk didn't kill... just... destroyed.

The boy's heart drummed despite being open to the air. Overhaul gazed along at the bone structure, it seemed frailer than most he's split open.

Even Eri's bones were stronger.

How interesting, he moved to jot this note down on a notepad.

He also realized it was much easier and quicker to tear him apart, like butter. It seemed the muscles were fair.. but the boy's body also seemed to be suffering from a lack of food. Several scar tissues covered his body, almost no perfect skin left.

'Must have happened when he was with the League.' Overhaul thought simply to himself, heeding no mind nor pity to this fact.

Soon, though, he'd have to put the small boy together again as the heart was slowing. He took blood samples for dna research.

And this was his favorite moment...

This is when the victims screamed.

They were brought awake and back into one piece.

And how delicious it was.

Overhaul looked down with a masked grin, hands raising. The scalpel was set aside in the bloody metal tray.

With a motion of his wrist, every small strand of muscle started mending together. As well as the nerves again, and the mind.. it all came up, as well as the blood drown scream.

He mended him slowly, taking his time. Connecting from the skull down, slowly slowly slowly.. so slow that when the body started wiggling in pain, not even together yet.

Izuku's eyes flew open, strangled with fear and agony.

Overhaul chuckled, licking his lips under the mask.

He loved it. Izuku was such a good play thing...

This went on for another week.

Where as Eri went out for only ten minutes, Izuku would be gone for hours at a time, coming back blanker and blanker, Eri couldn't even get him to speak.

Overhaul had to put someone together every thirty minutes to keep them alive, you see. So, Izuku would be taken apart and put back together only to be pulled apart once more. He was nothing more than a thing to Overhaul. He wasn't important either, just a curiosity. He only served one purpose.. that shall not be named right now.

He started to become a hollow shell.

"D-de..ku..?" Eri shook the boys arm, this all started on Sunday... it was Saturday now.

Izuku was in a ball, cuddling inward with blank, dead eyes. It hurt. Never again..

His mind was fading.

Everything was getting to him again.

The only thing he had in his mind was a question..

...

Someone...

He remembered... someone..

But...

...

It was dull.

He wasn't sure if the memory was real or not.

Who was...

Who was Shocchan..?