It went on for days on end, so long that Izuku didn't know why he was even trying. They never told him anything that would help him figure out why they were doing this.

Of course, they had put him through much worse torment than just glass, but that still didn't mean that it didn't hurt like a bitch. He was knocked off his feet and stepped on shards more times than he could count, but that didn't ever stop Shigaraki's attack.

From what Izuku could tell, this was a means of training him. Which made no sense to him at all because he's never stepped foot out of the bar before.

Other than when he was with...

So that begged the question of what they were planning. But it still went on and with each day, Izuku found himself getting faster and lighter on his feet.

Kurogiri was, surprisingly, feeding him just a little more than before. Keeping up his relentless assault, Shigaraki ended up stabbing him below the stomach and Izuku felt the white pain surge through his body as the blood flowed down his body and soak his shirt.

Now knowing that anything went, Izuku punched Shigaraki's face and forced him away. The man seethed with rage as he clutched his jaw and rushed him once more while Izuku dodged with his dagger while stepping back for better balance.

The cotton blood stained bandages wrapped around his feet offered minimal protection against the glass that covered the ground, but still kept him from getting more injured.

Izuku clutched his wound with his free arm and fended off the man with the other. He managed to make a few small hits on him before collapsing onto the floor once more. Again, shards pierced his arm mercilessly as his blood stained the glass.

"You really are weak," Shigaraki's rough voice lingered in Izuku's cotton filled ears.

Pathetic

Useless

Worthless

The man left the glass filled room and left Izuku alone once more. Just as he had done for all the weeks leading up to that day.

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Just like clockwork, Kurogiri came back and walked up to the boy. Noticing the blood seeping our onto the floor he turned Izuku onto his back and saw his cut up face and blood soaked shirt.

It must've put some urgency into him as he picked up the boy and took him to a separate room where he removed Izuku's shirt (being careful to avoid pulling the shock collar) to reveal the scar filled torso. Kurogiri would've just let it be if it wasn't a wound that would be fatal if not treated.

He stitched up the analyst child and bandaged his torso gently. It was his job to keep Izuku up with schoolwork and keep his mind sharp. They were working on college calculus and other subjects of the like. He might've grown somewhat attached to him along the way as the young child that grew under their care, but it wasn't his place to interfere with Shigaraki's plans, just help him when he asks for it.

If he wanted to hurt the boy then he stayed out of it, it wasn't his place.

It wasn't until recently when Shigaraki had the idea to bring Izuku along with them on the attack against UA did they think about training him physically.

They had never thought about it before then, until recently they had just used him for his sharp analysis. It wasn't an awful idea, but didn't have many members to their group yet so, begrudgingly, Shigaraki had to do it.

Izuku coughed and the man of mist half expected there to be a trail of blood come down his mouth, but thankfully, there was not and the only blood on his face was from the small cuts from the glass.

Getting to it, he treated the boy's wounds while he lay there, knocked out from exhaustion. His arms, legs, and feet were covered in bandages when he was done and he slipped Izuku's shirt on and carried him back to his cell.

He laid the boy on the mattress and left, he had to take care of Shigaraki who sat waiting in the bar.

When he got there he saw him at the counter, fingering the gameboy in his gloved hands as he played his game. "He's getting faster."

He grunted in response but didn't stop the game or look up at him.

"You gave him quite the stab wound," Kurogiri spoke again.

"Deserves it. He's a brat. And it's not like it's the worst thing I've done to him," Shigaraki said.

"Quite true."

The man of mist went behind the bar and wiped the lingering of Izuku's blood off with some alcohol and then proceeded to grab a dirty glass and start cleaning it with a rag.

"The attack is in a few days. Are you prepared Tomura Shigaraki?"

"That's a dumb question. Of course I am."

"You are quite confident in your plan, I assume?"

"All the NPCs are ready and the Nomu is prepared, everything will go according to plan and All Might will be killed," Shigaraki grinned as he defeated a high level boss in his game.

Kurogiri doesn't reply with an answer other than an affirmative hum as he cleans the beer glass in his hands.

He knows that Shigaraki's plan has many flaws and holes that hadn't been taken into consideration, but he wasn't supposed to interfere. If Shigaraki asked him for his input or opinions then he would give them, but until then he will stay quiet. It could be a helpful learning experience for him.

The only problem that stuck out was if the heroes there would be able to take Izuku or kill the Nomu. Speaking of the boy, he would probably need a new shirt once he grows out of the one he was wearing, but that wouldn't be for a few years so it wasn't a priority at the moment.

Then he realized that if Shigaraki's plan worked it would show the heroes how much control they had. Not just over Nomu, but Izuku too. It would also get the boy out on his feet for the first time in years.

Finally, after moments of silence, he replies, "I have hope that your plan will work."

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Shouta was fed up with his new class already. There were a few decent ones, kids that preferred to stay quiet (much to his relief) and kids that were passionate and serious about becoming a hero for good reasons.

If he was forced to put into words how much he loathed getting students who wanted to be heroes just for fame and money, he would claw his eyes out in rage before ending his first sentence.

Of course, as every year, there were students that stuck out to him. Not in the way of them having a flashy Quirk, but in the way of them obviously having issues.

Shouto Todoroki was an example of this. Shouta knew the heterochromic eyed boy was the son of the infamous Endeavor, which was a reason in itself to worry, but the boy flinched at sudden movement and was withdrawn from his classmates.

He didn't speak unless spoken to, and when he did he was quiet. Then there was the large concerning scar on his face. It could be chalked up to a Quirk accident when he was little but from what he's seen of Endeavor, the boy should have a resistance to fire.

Shouta put that little note aside for now, it could wait u til the staff meeting after school that day.

Scanning his class of now nineteen students (He'd already expelled one student) he addressed them one final time for that day before heading back in the building after telling them to go change back into their uniforms.

Walking into the staff room, he sat at his desk with his student binder and started working on the paperwork for expelling Yuro Shoi.

His fellow staff members were a bit surprised that it was only one student that he kicked to the boot. Ire spiked in his gut when he found out that they were betting on how many he would expel that day.

Vlad King earned a lot of money that day.

After he was done with the paperwork he sat back in his chair, a cup of coffee in hand, and thought about the plan for the USJ trip.

Of course it wasn't for two days but Shouta wasn't the type of person to go into things unprepared. That's why he always brought his capture weapon with him wherever he went. Lord help the day that he forgot it and a problem arises.

Shouta took a sip of his coffee and immediately spat it out in disgust. He glared death at the blonde cockatoo that sat next to him who was watching on with an amused smirk.

He took a deep breath, sat the mug down, and looked to his husband while smiling, "Hizashi. I love you. I really do. And I thank you so much for thinking about me when getting me a new coffee maker. But the next time you swipe my coffee out for decaf, I'll rip your throat out and blame it on villains."

Shouta reveled in satisfaction as he watched a chill run down Hizashi's spine. "G-Got it."

Getting up to grab a new cup of coffee, he dumped the decaf down the sink and refilled it which actual coffee.

The next day had been surprisingly normal. 

He secretly observed his new class during other lessons to see how motivated they really were and was pleasantly surprised that they gave it their all.

Maybe this bunch was better than last years.

Shouta had to chew Bakugo out after All Might's battle training for using a lethal attack against another student. He could already tell that this one was going to be a massive problem child.

The massive amount of pride that the explosive blonde had was an obvious sign that no one had ever told him no before or told him he was wrong. Shouta would need to get that taken care of and show him that at UA, that wouldn't fly.

It was the third day of school that really made him irritated.

The students chose Iida to be class president with Yaoyorozu as his deputy. Little Iida was so grown up in gave him déjà vu when looking at him. He looked like Tensei did when they were in high school except with the addition of glasses. He was more stern than his brother and more tense. Shouta remembered babysitting him when he was younger.

That wasn't what got him irritated, though. It was the goddamn press that managed to break through the UA barrier and set off the alarms, all because they wanted an interview with All Might.

Personally, he thought it was a dumb idea to hire the number one hero to teach children. The oaf didn't even have a teachers license. He may have respected him as a hero, but it didn't mean he thought he was capable of teaching super powered teens.

And now, there was a target painted on UA's back where there would obviously be action. Nezu said he upped the security, but the barrier was still destroyed.

He and Hizashi managed to keep the crowd back until they left and the barrier was fixed and the cops arrived.

No one figured out who it was that caused it and it made Shouta a little uneasy. When they made it back in the building he was surprised that his students had worked together to calm the stampede.

Some students were hurt but they were sent to Recovery Girl and would be okay.

Now it was time for the USJ trip and he loaded everyone onto the bus. All Might wasn't there which irritated him further but he assumed it was because he was already there.

The uneasy feeling in his gut lingered and he was having trouble distracting himself from it. He decided to listen in on his students conversation where they were lightly teasing Bakugo about his Quirk and personality.

That was enough to humor him.

Thirteen waited for them outside and when he asked where All Might was he was told that he had wasted all his time that morning. It was still surreal that the number one hero was running out of time to save people.

"I guess we'll have to make do without him," He said as they entered the facility.

Except the next few moments were ones he would never forget for the rest of his life.

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Ooooo a cliffhanger:):):)
I'm.... so weird.
Don't worry, Izuku won't be hurt too bad.
Just a little... banged up.
I know the constant change in point of view is probably strange but it's all important... at least in my mind.
I'm writing this while sitting on a very blue blanket while eating popcorn cuz I'm bored.
I hope everyone enjoys their week!
Thanks for Reading!
Bye!
~Care-chan

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