Izuku P.o.v

"Mom I'm home!" I called into the dark ominous apartment, my cheeks and bones sore from today's brutal bulling exercise, with me as the victim.I rubbed my cheeks as I stared into the dark abyss that was my apartment. "Mom?! Why are the lights off?" I felt the wall scanning up and down,left and right, searching for the light switch. Finally my fingers felt the knob and flipped it upwards. The light was blinding, it took me a good amount of time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden change in brightness. Once my eyes had full adjusted I looked around the hallway, checking if there was any signal that my mom planned on scaring me because of some special occasion, only for me to find a streak of red on the wall. I hurried into the house not bothering to take off my shoes, ideas running through my head a mile a minute. I cautiously inspected the red stain scared of what it might entail. I felt the red only for it smear further into the wall. What is this? I hurried to the kitchen hoping to see my mom cooking like she normally would be doing at this time of day, or doing anything no matter how weird it was. Maybe it was a new recipe turned disaster,anything other than the thought that kept coming back to mind, she was hurt...or worse. I bolted into the kitchen a huge weight had been lifted off of me, she was right there, she was fin-.

My initial thought was mercilessly crushed and stomped on. She wasn't fine. She wasn't cooking, or doing a arts and craft, or messing around, she was being beaten. A man with a ski mask was on top of her. She was crying her eyes out, swollen eyes, bruised cheeks, squirming left and right flailing in whatever way she could. Before I knew what my next thought was I started charging at the villain. I threw myself onto said man and started to hit him with my wimpy arms and legs, hoping to get him off my mom so she wouldn't have to suffer from this hell any more. I was dismissed by the villain with a back hand that threw me to the ground, I immediately got back up and started again. I charged at him again and again hoping to do something to stop him from hurting my only parent even more. My body was aching more than when I arrived, this time when he knocked me off of him I didn't get up. I stayed on the ground, unable to move, my body refused to listen to me. I watched in horror as the man proceeded to violate my mom.

Her arms and legs were bound to the ground by nothing, all that I could see was that they were stuck to the ground no matter how hard she tried to force them off. He ripped off her skirt and revealed her underwear. "P-please d-d-don't watch I-Izuku!" She said with her face filled with tears. I tried to look away but my body wouldn't let me, I was frozen, not able to look away.

I watched as the man raped my mom and she couldn't do anything but cry and try to comfort me. "I-I-It's a-alright s-sweetie M-Mommy i-is gonna be -o-okay." she said trying to tame her tears. I refused to stay frozen, I wouldn't let my body stay still. No matter how sore I was, or how much it hurt to move, I would save her no matter the cost. I forced myself off the ground and charged the man one last time tackling him when he was off balance, bringing him out of my mom and on his back.

"You little shit! You'll regret ruining my fun!" the thief yelled in frustration as he stood up and buckled his belt to prevent his pants from falling back down. He picked me up by my messy hair and pushed my against the wall. I squirmed with both of my hands on his wrist trying to pull myself up so that the tugging on my head would lessen. I tried to kick him off of me but his chest was too far away for my legs to reach. He quickly felt the counter with his left hand and picked up a sharp kitchen knife, he held it downward and brought it up showing the sharp blade.

"N-No! D-don't hurt him!" my mom yelled doing her best to not to stutter in fear, trying to show there would be consequences if he didn't listen.

"Shut up bitch!" he yelled slightly turning to kick her unconscious . Her head went limp as her long her shadowed her eyes.

"Mom!" I yelled with teary eyes and an angry glare that was directed at the villain. The man let go of my hair and quickly got a hold of my right hand and forced it against the wall. He drew his arm back and thrust it at my open palm. I screamed in pain as the blade pierced my hand and nailed it against the wall.

"Stay there brat! Now you can have a nice view of the show while I finish!" The man who was dressed in black exclaimed with an evil laugh. I tried to raise my limp hand that was free. I forced it to grab the handle of the knife and started to pull it out, slowly, but surely. I let out a a scream of pain as the blade was forced out of my now bloody palm. My scream attracted the attention of the shadowy man and he quickly grabbed my free hand and also forced it against the same wall. He brought his free hand to my newly pinned hand I felt a bolt of pain shoot through it. I screamed in pain once more, my voice going hoarse from the frequent screeches.I looked at my free hand that felt this pain and saw that it was perfectly fine, but still hurt like hell.

"W-Bu-How?" I managed to let out with a confused face. My eyes stung but were dry, I had cried too much for any more tears to be let out. My body was limp. I was barely able to move my head, and even when I did it was slow, weak movements.

"Wondering about that hand of yours ay? Well let me explain it to ya buddy, my quirk is called 'Bolt' it always my to pin anything to anything. They only drawback is that if I do it to a living thing, they feel the pain of a nail-gun shooting through said body part." He said with an evil grin. My head went limp. I didn't have enough energy to lift it anymore so I just let it hang there.

'What is pain? Why do we feel it? Why do I feel it?  I want it to stop! No more pain! Why does it hurt so much?!' I screamed in my head. Suddenly my left hand that he had used his quirk on felt the relief of pain, it felt as if the "Bolt" he placed in it flew out and his hand was free. With a massive burst of adrenaline coursing through his body he grabbed the knife and forced it out of his hand. Blood rushed out of my hand, but I felt nothing, probably because of all my adrenaline. I limped towards the villain who was too focused on forcing himself onto my unconscious mom, my body rocked side to side, left to right, trying to find balance. My hair fell over my left eye as I raised the knife and stabbed the villain through the neck.

Thirds person P.o.v

The villain used a nearby kitchen counter and used it to force him onto his feet. Blood squirted out of his throat as he tried to speak, only for blood and alien like noises to escape his mouth. He reached out for Izuku's throat and used his quirk, he planned to return the favor to this brat before he died but nothing happened. Izuku just stood there with the villains hand surrounding his throat. After the villain used his quirk nothing happened, Izuku didn't so much as flinch. Before he knew what was happening the villain felt another pierce through his throat. He looked down to see nothing, his grip on Izuku loosened and then he fell onto his side. Dead.

Izuku fell to his knees and then onto his unconscious mother. His eyes felt heavy, closing then opening again and close again. He fought the urge to pass out hard. He managed to crawl over to the counter and pull himself up and grabbed the house phone. He fell off the counter and back onto the floor, he pulled his pierced hand up to the phone and dialed the numbers 119.

'Ring....Ring...Ring'

" Hello 119 here, what is your emergency?"

"H-h-help p-please." Izuku responded with a quiet whisper. He had screamed too much and now his throat wouldn't let him get louder than this. He somehow forced out his address before passing out.

"Sir? Sir?! SIR ARE YOU THERE?!!"

Several Hours later. Izuku P.o.v

I woke up and was greeted by blinding white. After a few minutes of my eyes adjusting, I looked around the room I was in. I saw several people around wearing surgical caps and masks, some held scalpels while others tightened the latex gloves.

"He's gaining consciousness!"

"Give him more Anesthesia!" I heard the people yelling across the room. I was so out of it I didn't even realize where I was, until it clicked. I was in a surgery room, on a surgery bed, and was a surgery patient. After I realized all of this I started going ballistic, squirming, flailing my body around the table trying to escape. I felt restraints on my neck,arms,and legs preventing me from making the slightest of movements, but I still tried my hardest. I felt the leather restraints choking me as I pushed against them, stopping me from taking breaths, but I still squirmed. My whole body was sore and this whole tantrum I was throwing didn't help at all. I felt a slight pain in my arm but I couldn't bring my head up to see what was wrong, suddenly my whole body went numb, unable to feel anything. My eyes started to close, getting heavier and heavier by the second, then they closed.

Later my eyes opened slowly. I tried to process what had just happened, like a burst of lightening everything that happened while I was last conscious raced through my mind. I jerked my body up and looked around the room hastily as I sweated bullets, it looked like I was in a hospital. I remembered my mom, I threw my legs over the side of my bed and limped towards the door on the other side of the room, my throat felt slightly restricted but that was the least of my worries. I slowly but surely made my way to the door till I passed a picture that caught my attention. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my attention to said painting, the boy had bandages all over his hands and some wrapping around his throat. He had band-aids that strapped down a gauze pad down on his cheek, and he had green hair. I quickly realized that it wasn't a painting, it was me. I raised my hands up in front of my face to study them more closely to see bandages covering them, leaving no trace of my skin. I stared, my eyes were filled slight horror and amazement. I then directed my attention to my neck, which was moveable, but the bandages restricted it slightly. I gently rubbed back and forth trying to make sure that I was hallucinating or anything. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden opening of the door which grabbed my attention.

"Oh you're awake?" the doctor asked with a kind voice. I gave them a slight and nervous nod. "Can I ask you to take a seat? I have some things to tell you." He told me while gesturing for me to sit on bed, I nodded once more and sat my sore body on the side of the bed.

"B-Before w-we start I want to apologize." I said with a bow and slight stutter.

"What for?"

"W-W-Well back when you guys were giving me surgery I gave you a hard time with my flailing. I-I just wanted t-to say I'm s-sorry." I managed to let out. The doctor gave a hearty chuckle as he put his hand on my shoulder in reassurance.

"Don't worry it about it Midoriya, that was a completely normal reaction, and it was no trouble at all." He said with a toothy smile. I gave him a toothy smile in response and sat up straight showing that I was now giving him my full attention. "So first things first shall we? You, Izuku Midoriya,age 12,quirkless, called the ambulance and passed out half way through the call. I'm gonna be honest man, you gave us quite the scare..." he said with a grin, which made me turn red in embarrassment. "Well luckily we got there in time so there's no point in dwelling on it. Here's the important stuff..." He started, turning his grin into a serious face, and continued reading off of his clipboard.  "When we found you Midoriya, well, you shouldn't have made it. You were bleeding out, suffering from extreme exhaustion, and had a hole in both your hands, and one in your neck. I we managed to stop the bleeding in all spots via quirks, and somehow you managed to make it to the surgery table with a hole in your neck. Though we could stop you from bleeding out, we DIDN'T have the ability to keep oxygen flowing to your brain, you should be dead! I mean MAYBE if you had a quirk this would have some sort of explanation of sorts." he told me. The last sentence hurt like the knife through my hand. I really DIDN'T have a quirk, and because of this HAVING one should've been the reason to live. And yet here I was.

My body froze up. I was supposed to be dead, and yet here I was. Talking to this doctor about the mysteries of life, and how I was somehow alive. I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided to ask the biggest question on my mind. "S-S-So, whats the damage?" I let out trying not to choke on my words. He let out a tired sigh and held the bridge of his nose trying to process my question.

"That's the other thing. We managed to keep the nerves in your hands attached so you can move them freely,but......but we couldn't fix them. What I mean is that there's still a hole in your hand, there's no way for us to heal it. I-It's like your body won't let us heal it. Honestly at this point..." I faded away from the conversation, I could see his lips moving but I didn't hear what he was saying. I looked at my hands and thought to myself. Why? What's wrong with me? I should be dead. But I'm not. I have holes in my hands, and possibly my neck. I kept thinking the worst my brain would imagine and how this was gonna effect me from now on.

"Midoriya!"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my brainstorm and directed my attention to the doctor.

"I said that you mustn't remove the bandages on your neck and hands! Your neck especially! I said that we have used multiple quirks and modern technology to somehow.Somehow! Keep you from dying, the bandages that you wear are keeping the holes in your body from bleeding and the one on your neck is helping you breath. Also I want to run a quirk analysis on you."

"Huh? Why? I don't have the joint in my toe. That's proof that I don't, and will never develop a quirk. So why the sudden interest?" I asked starting to raise my voice. I never liked people bringing up my quirkless nature, and what this man was doing right now, felt like he was rubbing that in my face. He let out another sigh, this time irritation.

"If you were LISTENING you would know why. Your whole existence right now, right here, is a mystery. You should be dead by all logical means. And yet here you are. Alive!" Everything he was saying made sense. Why am I here? Why am I alive? I figured it wouldn't hurt to check, and this would sate my curiosity, though temporarily, but still.

I nodded and let him lead me to the x-ray room where he did his job. " Alright Midoriya, this is gonna take a little while so you can go into the waiting room while we complete this." One of the assistants took me by the hand and gave me a gentle smile.

"Let's go shall we?" she said slowly walking me to a chair and stood next to me, probably to keep my company.

"E-E-Excuse me? C-C-Can I go see my mom?" I asked nervously as I stared at the floor, scared of the reaction she would give me. There was a small awkward silence, like she wasn't sure that would be a good idea or not.

"S-Sure! Why not?" she said hesitantly as she once again took my hand and walked me through the big hospital taking lefts and rights here and there. "H-Here we are! But before we go in I wanna tell you something real quick." she said while kneeling down to my eye level. "You have been unconscious for two days. A-And your mom sh-she shows no signs of waking up. She....she's in a coma."

These words hit me like a truck, first of all I shouldn't be alive right now and here I was. Second, I've been unconscious for two days! And worst of all. My mom was in a coma. Hearing this one in particular was traumatizing. After everything I had gone through recently and now this?! I couldn't believe my ears. I stood there frozen, petrified, unable to move myself whatsoever. The nurse took me by the hand and practically dragged me into the room that I was now mortified by.

My mom was hooked up to multiple monitors and several life support machines. Seeing her like this brought me to tears. I slowly walked to her bed and fell to my knees. I couldn't believe my eyes. As of right now I was alone. No one was there to take care of me. How would I eat? In the span of 48 hours my life had gone from decent, to the worst thing I could ever imagine. Suddenly the doctor opened the door and walked up to me with a solemn look. "Midoriya. I'm so sorry for everything that has ever happened to you, if you need somewhere to stay I will welcome you into my house with welcome arms, but right now I have two more things to tell you. First is the good news!" He cheered, trying to soothe the pain in my heart. "The good news is that you have a quirk!"

"Wha-Bu-How? This doesn't make sense?!" I said, tears falling down my face for too many reasons to name. I was heartbroken, distraught, terrified! And underneath all this sad feelings, I felt a small bit of joy. I had a quirk? This is my life long dream come true, but with everything else going down at the moment that was pushed down to the bottom of my hear. Hardly able to feel joy to this fact.

"Well that's the strange part. Your toe has merged joints, you no longer have an extra joint. It seems that during a time of extreme stress and desperation, your body evolved. Your body evolved, and developed a quirk that would help you in the situation you were in. We have analyzed the blood cells we drew and managed to even discover what your quirk does."

"What is it?" I asked completely monotone. I had been crying so much, and my body still wasn't 100% so I didn't even have enough energy to express myself.

"Well, we decided to name it simply 'Reflect'. How it works is that if you suffer any physical damage, your body will reflect said damage back to its source. So if I were to punch you, your body would reflect all that damage back at my fist. The limits to this quirk are unknown, we don't know if you could take a train head on, or if it simply stops at punches. You'll have to discover the limits yourself." He said reading off his clipboard, while occasionally using his hands to emphasize parts like the punch and train. Hearing this made me feel slightly more joy. Not only did I have a quirk, it was incredibly strong too! "Now here comes the bad news." My heart and hopes sank. " Your insurance doesn't cover the amount of equipment we're using to keep your mom stable. Either you or a relative will have to start paying bills. Since you're just a kid and currently have no guardians we can give you one month, but no further than that."

My joy and hope that I had ten seconds ago, when he told me about my quirk had faded. Everything in my life had gone down the shitter. My mom was in a coma, my life was at constant risk due to my bandages, and now I had to start paying medical bills. Now I wasn't exactly sure how much these were gonna be, but from eavesdropping on my mom paying bills, and reading books I knew that medical bills were ridiculously high. I don't know why, but I felt that I had to be strong from now on. My childhood was over from here on out, I would need to work hard than everyone else, and there was no more playing around. I would have to figure out where to get a job, what to do if I can't get one, and even living arrangements. There was no way I was gonna be able to keep living in my apartment, no matter how sad that thought made me, I knew it was true.

A few seconds ago I was a crying child who had nothing. Out of nowhere I was a man in a kids body. I had ideas of how to make money right away, where I could sleep tonight, and already was contemplating on dropping out of school to get more hours for a job or other extracurricular activities. "Alright I'll do it! I'll pay for my mom's bills,thank you for everything you've done for me so far Doctor.......Sorry what's your name again sir?" My stutter was gone, out of nowhere! If anything hearing the problem of bills and everything else that had happened in the past hour I should be more broken than ever. Yet here I was, with as much confidence and responsibility I would probably have in my entire life.

The jet black haired man laughed and straightened his glasses trying to process everything I had just told him. "U-Uh, it's Kirishima, Kideo Kirishima. Y-You know, I have a boy your age and if he was half as manly as you then we'd have quite the man on our hands. Are you sure you don't need anything? I have an idea! I can't send you off like this, you'll come to my house tonight and have dinner with my family!" He said starting to glow with happiness. I figured that letting up a free meal would be a huge waist, seeing how I would barely scrap by from now on.

"Sounds great! I'd be honored, especially after what you've done for me! I owe you my life Kirishima-sensei!" I said trying to mimic one of his toothy smiles. I may have decided to take all of this on, but honestly I was starting to have second thoughts. Deep down I knew I was scared,sad, and not nearly as ready as I initially thought. This meal would be my last meal with a family for a long time. But I had hope my mom would wake up, and when she did we would have our own meal, a happy one, a warm one. All I had to do was wait for her, and I was willing to wait forever.

A/N Woot Woot! Guys I did it! It took me a while but I did it! I'm gonna take my time with this book and set it up slowly. Our cinnamon role WILL become villainous but I will do it slowly and perfectly! I LOVE villain deku, so I was super happy to write this. I wanted to get it out sooner but I got a game called Stardew Valley, and that game is addicting AF. But anyways, let me what you think, leave a comment because I love reading them. Have a question? Ask it and I'll get to you ASAP. Love all of you!See you later !