"Arggh" Izuku groggily opens his eyes while groaning in both exhaustion and confusion. The boy felt his headache pulse with pain, the stitches in between his neck itched with his wriggling blood beneath. The green-haired boy felt slight tugs of rope where his hands where, he widened his eyes before wriggling and struggling in place. Ah, yes. The boy remembered that he was kidnapped. It wasn't really surprising to him that bad thing had happened to him, but he didn't expect things to happen to this degree.

He squirmed before he looked around for his surroundings. He saw crates of different sizes surround him,while he glanced up to the ceiling. He took a peek at metal sims acting as a roof while the red hues of the sun peaked through the holes and crevices of the building. Speaking of which, turning his head around as glanced around some more. He was panicking, his skin and clothes wet with his cold sweat while he looked for an escape route. 'Oh, Right' Izuku thought to himself while mentally smacking himself in the head, he remembered he was tied up.

Shuffling of footsteps and voices could be heard opposite to where he was facing, Izuku immediately panicked once more. He had no idea on what these people wanted from him, he had no cash, he had no land, and he certainly didn't have looks. So the boy just puckered up and closed his eyes, waiting and bracing himself for the worse.

"And basically, I pretty much laid waste to his bathroom. It was hilarious to watch him try and clean it up!" Izuku heard a coarse and wild voice bellow out before another man added his two cents.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" another voice added, this time it was smooth and deep. He heard the stopping of footsteps right behind him as he tensed. He kissed his teeth and hoped for the best.

"Eyo, Conteret. I think the kid's awake" the gravelly voice said.

"I'm not blind" the man known as Conteret replied.

"Child, you can drop the facade. We know you're awake" Conteret added once more. Izuku opened his eyes slowly as the two men walked their way in front of him.

Izuku took glance at two tall men, one lanky and extremely slim. While the other was actually healthy looking. The thin one had white hair with gray highlights flowing down while he had a single horn on the left temple. He bore sharp teeth that filled his toothy grin while he wore a black hoodie and jeans with plain sneakers.

The other man was tall and fit, he had silky and straight blonde hair that reached his cheeks. He had blue cerulean eyes and had a small, almost unnoticeable scar on the left side of his lip. He was dapper, that much Izuku could guess. But he was an accomplice nonetheless.

"OOOOhh! I can't wait to mess this kid up!" the wildly grinning man began to squirm while shaking the chair Izuku was shackled to. The immortal boy shivered at the thought of what the sickening man would do to him.

"Ugh, please don't. Sensei almost killed me from what happened last time." Conteret said with an annoyed grunt and tired sigh. He rubbed his temples in hopes of relieving some stress that his partner was giving him.

"Aw c'mon! At least let me test his quirk out!" the Feral man whined with a pout. Conteret had a tick mark by the side of his head, he was getting annoyed by his loud partner.

"What's the point!? He doesn't even have quirk info on him! I'd suggest we just keep him till the cops cool down a bit" The blonde retorted.

"Aww, I think he has some super secret OP quirk. Don't you think? Why do you think Sensei went through the hassle of getting us to catch the kid?" the anorexic man stated back.

'Sensei?! I-Is that the boss!? Why would he want me? Is it because of my quirk? Damn it! How did it get out? I thought the doctor said he'd keep it under wraps.' Izuku thought to himself as his blood turned cold.

"Actually..." Conteret pondered, his curiosity getting the better of him as he looked back to the boy. The boy gave an awkward scowl trying to intimidate the two men, to which he failed miserably. "Let's ask Michi actually, I'm as curious as you are by now" Conteret said as he fished a phone out of his pocket.

"Hell yeah!" the horned man pumped his fist in joy.

"Calm yourself Quaerite" the blond bounced back while his phone rang.

Izuku was panicking even more, someone knew of the secondary effects of his quirk. But what were they gonna do with him? Experiments? Torture? Something he couldn't even imagine? It was all up to his imagination to think of how wrong this could possibly turn out to be.

"Hello again, Michi" Conteret greeted warmly while the other line asked a quick "What?"

"Oh nothing really, we're just curious on why Sensei is so interested on the boy" the suited man asked.

"Sensei wants the boy for his immortality, and regenerative abilities. Now drag that child to him before he beheads me!" Michi yelled before Conteret dropped the call and smiled a bit.

He turned to the boy, his eyes sparkling a bit in jealousy. "That's one hell of a quirk you've got there kid" he stated.

Quaerite practically jumped for joy while Izuku was still trying to get out of his shackles.

"What's his quirk? What's his quirk? What's his quirk?" Quaerite whined while shaking in pure excitement.

"From what I've gathered, Midoriya here has some sort of regenerative quirk. He's immortal to boot." Conteret replied. Quaerite widened his eyes once he heard this fact. His wild grin turning beastly while he gazed up on the boy.

"Oh my dear sweet Izuku! We're going to have such a wonderful time together!" He yelled out. Quaerite fished out a gun from the holster on his side before he took a shot into Izuku's arm. The boy screamed while he held back tears from his eyes. His wound quickly re-sealing itself as Quaerite bellowed with laughter. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he screamed, his dull gray eyes shining red with pure ecstasy. "Wonderful!" Quaerite screamed.

"I think I'm going to be sick" Conteret said, while holding back the vomit he was oh-so eager to get out. "Midoriya, I'm very sorry on what's about to happen. I feel sorry for you, but I cannot hold back my partner for long. I can't stand to watch what happens next." Conteret gave Izuku a sad, yet a kinda disgusted look. Izuku was confused at first, but was immediately taken out of his confusion by another gunshot to his arm.

"AAgh!!!" Izuku yelled out when the pain settled in once more. His mind becoming numb due to the pain he was experiencing. Izuku held his breath, the sweat dripping from his face and body became cold.

Conteret by this time had already stormed off from the warehouse. Quaerite was in pure ecstasy while he continued to torture the boy, Izuku kept on healing his wounds while Quaerite continued to add more.

>Break

Conteret sighed as he walked down the busy street, he really was disgusted at his partner, but their tandem was so good that he had no choice but to comply. He didn't really agree on most of Quaerite's methods, but he couldn't deny the fact that the other man had real talent when it came down to tracking down prey. And that was before he had his quirk.

The ability to destroy any given biological residue while the other had the ability to track someone's location just by sight was truly a fearsome combination. But, everything that the two did had a price to pay. Conteret didn't need a scholarship to know that Quaerite was a sadist. Especially considering the extra factor that was needed to use his quirk. But it was nothing compared to what Conteret's condition was.

A toxic chemical was needed to fulfill the meter and use his quirk. The suave and blond man took a cigarette as he fished a lighter from his pocket, he leaned against an electrical pole as he watched the sun beginning to set. He lit the cancer stick while he got his phone from his pocket and began scrolling through pictures. Yes, the man needed nicotine to erase his tracks. Not just his tracks bare mind you, he could erase any information on anyone given enough time and nicotine. Being able to destroy DNA residue like hair, blood, and spit was indeed a beneficiary factor in hunting down targets. Just in case the police and heroes were on their tail.

Conteret had to take in a chemical that killed him from the inside just for the man to cover their tracks. It wasn't something he was too keen on. So he had to come in terms with being very precise and thorough when destroying evidence without the use of his quirk. If only Quaerite was a neat person.

The blond sighed as he took a peek at the photo on his phone. He and his three best friends in a bar. Conteret smirked with slight nostalgia, even though the photo was only a year old. He found it slightly amusing that one of his friends had turned into his boss. He glanced to the far right of his phone, he peaked at the ratty gray hair the man sported, while he had scars along side his neck and chapped lips with a scar. Not the most attractive of people, but quite charming in his own way. Now that he remembered, he took note on how childish his friend acted, well it was a nice contrast to his other acquaintance on the far right.

A man with slitted yellow eyes and having mist instead of skin, never in his life had he witnessed such a polite and threatening man. Conteret grinned a bit, the blond remembered when the mist-man told him to change into a suit and tie. The other man in the middle and right next to conteret was none other than the errand boy, Michi. The timid and slightly fishy man was bearing a big and dumb smile.

Conteret raised his eyebrow when he saw a notification and when his phone began to ring. He took note of the unknown number and picked up.

"Hello, who is this?" Conteret began.

"Aww, don't you remember your old pal?" a dry and vicious voice emanated from the phone. Conteret sighed in relief and gave a playful smirk.

"I see you got a new burner, Tomura" He responded. "So, to what pleasure do I owe this call?" Conteret asked.

"Nothing really, Sensei was just wondering when the kid is gonna arrive" Tomura said through the phone.

Conteret gave a slightly nervous and exasperated sigh. "Unfortunately, Quaerite is having another one of his episodes. I don't think the kid will be able to make it anytime this week" the blond replied.

A low whistle could be heard from the other line. "It's that time of the month again I see" tomura joked.

"Unfortunately." Conteret shook his head. "I swear, sometimes I feel like I should find a replacement for that guy. I've had too many times that I almost got myself killed because of Quaerite's slip ups."

"Nah man, that guy's good. You just have the guy do what he needs to do" Tomura replied.

"Uhh...." Conteret sometimes pondered a bit before speaking. "Sometimes I wish I had Michi, you, or even Kurogiri as a partner rather than that brute." He spoke.

"Michi is quirkless, I'm too impatient for such side-quests and Kurogiri is too busy attending to the bar. Besides, he has the perfect quirk for tacking down targets" the rat-haired man exclaimed. "You can't deny that he's damn good at his job"

"I know..." Conteret spoke, "I just wish that he wasn't as brutish and sadistic as he is now"

"Eh... he does it for enjoyment... wouldn't be surprised if you did the same if you were sadistic as well" Tomura joked.

"You know damn well I'll never do something as disgusting as torture a poor child just to power their quirk" Conteret said with a puff of smoke from his cigarette.

"Yet here you are, pumping chemical cancer in yourself just to escape the cops" the gray haired man replied.

Conteret clicked his tongue in annoyance before responding, "At least I'm the only one affected by the effects, Quaerite on the other hand... he needs other people to fuel his quirk. That isn't good if he finds himself without a suitable source" Conteret replied. He shifted a bit as he looked towards the now dark night sky.

"Ya gotta give him props though, he always seems to find a source"

"Unfortunately" Conteret shook his head in disapproval.

>Break

Inko had felt a deep and unexplainable feeling of dread when she had sat down to watch the 6 o'clock news. One part of her was screaming that Izuku was in trouble while the other trusted her son that he would be safe. But something felt off. She knew something was strange the moment he didn't arrive at home on his usual 4:30 pm schedule.

She gave him the benefit of the doubt at first, Inko thought that Izuku was cought up in after-school activities. But she remembered that Izuku had never signed up for any clubs or sports. She frantically got off the couch and started making calls.

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

"Hello? Inko! How've ya been?" a feminine voice replied from the telephone.

"Oh Mitsuki! I-It's about Izuku... H-He hasn't c-come home yet, I thought it was s-strange since he always came back at 4:30 on the d-dot. But f-for some reason, he hasn't even answered my c-calls. M-Mitsuki, c-can you ask Katsuki i-if he's seen my son" she asked, tears staining her eyes and sadness and worry strangling her voice.

"I'll get right on it" the usually playful voice of Mitsuki Bakugou became serious as she heard Inko's speech. Inko had heard the ash-blond drop the phone and a loud "Oi Brat"could be heard as background noise.

"What do you want you old hag?" Katsuki Bakugou asked with a scowl as he descended from his room upstairs.

"You seen Izuku around lately?" The other blond asked.

"Yeah, at school" he plainly replied before attempting to go back upstairs.

"Hey brat, I ain't done with you yet!" She scolded before pulling Katsuki back downstairs by his ear.

"Gah! You crazy old hag!" replied.

"Did you see Izuku go anywhere fishy after school?!" she asked him again.

"Hell no, Deku's got nothing to do after school. Why, What happened?" he asked with a skeptically raised eyebrow.

"At the moment, he's missing. Inko's starting to fret, you should know better about your friend" she replied.

Katuski winced when he read her say "Friend" his hands started to shake as they formed into fists. "I'm going back to my room!" shouted Katsuki as he rushed upstairs.

Mitsuki gave a loud and audible sigh as she walked back to the telephone as she picked it up. "Sorry Inko, Katsuki hasn't seen Izuku other than at school" she said with a hitch of guilt. Mitsuki knows that Inko is probably crying her eyes out right now.

"O-Oh... Th-That's o-o-okay.... I-I-I'll g-go and ch-check up b-by the p-police stat-tion now. B-Bye Mitsuki" Inko replied with a hitch in her breath. Mitsuki could hear the soft sobs before she dropped the call. Mitsuki bit her bottom lip, she couldn't stand seeing her best friend like that. Not to mention her kid was missing.

She had to call Musaru and help in the search.

>Break

Katsuki's breaths were heavy and broken. Guilt racked his mind as he broke down into a soft whimper. He hated himself for this, the moment Izuku told his story Katsuki's heart began to twist and felt like it was being put in between a vice. The cold sweat that dripped down into his shirt felt like all the sins he had committed against the boy.

He had both thanked the gods and cursed himself for the poor excuse of a reason he had made up during his confrontation on the roof. He even laughed at himself for making such a thing up, such a twisted way of reasoning. He even questioned himself when Izuku had lectured him about his quirk.

His quirk...

The only thing that people liked about him. Basically anything else was practically chopped liver compared to his wonderful, amazing, and powerful quirk.

Izuku was right, as much as Katsuki hated to admit it. Izuku was right.

He had no right to become a hero.

He scowled and his knuckles began to turn white from all the strength he was putting in his fists. He hated this feeling. The feeling of guilt, self-loathing, and uncertainty.

He was used to anger and happiness. But he could only imagine what Izuku was enduring everyday.

Katsuki had no choice but to blame himself for pushing Izuku over the edge and filling his head with suicidal thoughts.

After all, it was Katsuki who spread the rumors of Izuku's quirklessness. It felt so horrible, only now did he realize on what a horrendous person he actually was.

He felt anger surge through his veins once more, how could he let this little joke go this far? Katsuki was sickened with himself, for the first time in his life.

The world doesn't revolve around a single person, and he was regretting only realizing that now.

"Damnit.." A soft yet stern voice emerged from his throat as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Damnit" he punched the drywall with slight force as he remembered the saddened and angered look Izuku gave him on the roof.

"Damnit!" he punched the wall with more force as he recalled the moment Izuku had tears straining his eyes while he spoke.

"FUCKDAMNIT!!" he reeled back his fist and gave a strong enough punch to make a small duvet the size of his fist in the drywall. He broke down on his knees once more as he clutched his now bleeding right fist. He recalled Izuku speaking about wanting to end it all, it hurt him. It hurt him to his core.

'How can I become a hero if I can't even beat these damned feelings!' he thought to himself. He gazed up as he brought his fist up to his face. He saw minor scratches and a little swelling after his little episode.

Katsuki scowled as he laid on his back and gazed up onto the ceiling. The veins on his temples began to pulse as he cursed himself for such thoughts.

He needed to become a hero, for himself, for his family, for his aunt Inko, and finally. For Izuku...

"I hate you, you know..." Katsuki spoke to himself as he remembered the hero fanboy. He dropped his right arm to the side as his breath became a bit calmer. He knew damn well that this feeling of dread and guilt was never going to go away unless he did something about it.

>Timeskip~ 3 weeks

It had been three weeks, three dread-filled weeks. Inko could barely go to sleep every night as she kept thinking about her dear Izuku being in danger.

Katsuki had been acting more distant and more impatient and quick to anger than ever.

Mitsuki and Musaru had also been helping Inko look for her child. Every day, they would help her pass on fliers about her child. While in the night, they would search till the wee hours of night looking for him.

The police were of no help either, they kept telling her about how they had it covered. But it had been three weeks since they had any use.

That was of course, until Inko had enough and decided to hire a personal investigator.

The teal-haired woman had been thankful towards Musaru for pitching the idea. She had been searching through the list that he had suggested, until she came upon a very trustworthy name. A name that she couldn't really put her finger on. She felt most safe with dialing that number.

"H-Hello?" Inko called as she wiped her eyes from the fresh tears that dripped.

"Ah hello, yes. This is Naomasa Tsukauchi, Private investigator for hire! Would you like to file a reservation?" the calm and collected voice replied.

"O-Oh y-yes! Of course! Uhh..." Inko stuttered. "I-Is l-later afternoon a good t-time? B-because i-it's v-very imp-portant" she spoke.

"Oh but of course! What name should I file this down on?" Naomasa asked.

"I-Inko Midoriya please" the teal-haired woman replied.

"Please report to the hori-tea leaves cafe in the downtown area of south Kyouto, if not. You could always suggest a meeting point" The investigator stated.

"O-Oh! I-it's fine, I'm actually quite close. Th-thank you for your time" Inko responded.

"Likewise" Naomasa stated before he hung the call. The black-haired man took his beige hat and equally beige trench-coat before taking his leave from his cluttered office. He really heard the desperation from his client's voice.

>Break

Inko had waited for several tense hours as she fiddled between sobbing and wiping the tears from her face. She had never in her life, thought that her son would get captured. She knew that he would become a hero and she had no right to stop him from chasing his dreams, but he got kidnapped, mere months before the entrance test to his dream. If she couldn't protect him now, how could she trust him to protect himself in the future? A sad, sad thought that passed by her mind, as much as she hated to admit it. Inko wanted to hole up Izuku and keep him by the house, she just wanted to see him safe and sound. But Inko knew she couldn't keep him locked up forever.

A mother's love is something that cannot be measured, the same thing could be said about Inko's current worry meters.

She hated being pessimistic, but she had to come in terms with preparing herself for the worst. Even though she might never see her child again.

She wiped the tear that slid down her left cheek while she commuted on the train.

It wasn't any fun, all the memories of her poor child engulf her head. She needed him back. Inko had started a slight hate towards law enforcement and the sorts.

For one, they never really seemed to care. They swept his case right under the rug after they couldn't find a lead.

And finally, second; they just looked at her like she was crazy. Never in her life did she receive so many pitied gazes and looks. She was just a mother looking for her poor child. It filled her with dread the moment she noticed he hadn't come home yet, and until now; that feeling of dread has not yet left.

She had finally arrived at the small family owned restaurant, she shuffled as she sat by a window and ordered a simple cup of coffee as she waited for the private investigator.

Several minutes passed by as her shaking hands gripped the cup and she glanced around intently, in search for the P.I

"I assume you're Inko Midoriya" a friendly voice emerged as she stared at a tall man with black hair and a friendly face with a beige trench-coat on.

"O-Oh! Y-Yes.." Inko had retorted. The man took a seat parallel to her own as he took out a notepad and paper.

"Now first off, I will say that I keep the information on my clients completely tucked away. I only disclose information to outer sources if absolutely necessary. And... before we start, I just need to say that you might feel a bit.... Off" Naomasa said as Inko quirked her eyebrow.

"W-Why? What's about to happen?" She asked.

"Nothing really, I'm just going to use my quirk so that no one can eavesdrop" Naomasa said, at that moment everything seemed to pause before a blue hue engulfed the room. The blue tinge only everything but the area they were in.

"Wh-What's happening!?" Inko had asked, gripping onto the armrests on the chair in shock.

"Oh, it's just my quirk. It seals off any sound from an area. In short, we can't hear anything outside our little bubble. And nothing can hear what's here, either." The plain looking man stated with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice.

After a few seconds of recomposing herself, Inko had calmed significantly down.

"Now, first things first. What seems to be the problem?" Naomasa asked with a smile as Inko had shuffled underneath the intense atmosphere.

"I-It's my son! He's been missing for three weeks. O-Oh... I knew I should've gotten him a cellphone" she said with a sad tone in her voice.

Naomasa jutted down everything that she said, he truly felt the desperation in her voice. It broke his heart the moment he heard that her child had been taken from her arms. Such a nice woman's kid had been kidnapped. Whatever low-life that had done this, he swore he would find.

"Ah, I see" He spoke with a false tone of calmness. In truth he was shaking internally with anger, what kind of sick bastard would do that to an innocent child?

"Does he have any defining features? Hair? Scars? Skin color? And what is the name of this poor boy?" asked the man.

"O-Oh..." Inko faltered for a moment. "He h-has black hair, but also with dark green highlights. L-Like my hair color" she spoke with hand gestures pointing to her own head. "He has freckles on his cheeks as well, he's a teenager. A-Around my height, if not, a tad bit taller."

"Very well" Naomasa stated, in-between the conversation.

"H-His name is... Izuku Midoriya" Inko added.

"Hmm..." rubbing a hand on his chin after he wrote everything down, naomasa took a  look at his notes. Nothing struck too out of the ordinary. He quirked his eyebrow at this, nothing made sense. Why would a young boy be forcibly taken from his family? Unless... well, Naomasa didn't want to think about that possibility...

"Say, Mrs. Midoriya... What do you think would be motivation for anyone to capture young Izuku?" he questioned.

"O-Oh!" she pursed her lips, she thought about his appearance... 'No, I don't think anyone would be that rash about him..' She thought.. Until she remembered the little meeting she had with the quirkologist.

"Dr. Nagusaka..." she whispered. Naomasa quirked his eyebrow at the whisper.

"Pardon Mrs. Midoriya?" he asked.

"Th-The quirkologist! Dr. Tori Nagusaka! He kept r-ragging on about using my son as a lab-rat for his quirk." She stated with clear, and visible disgust in her tone.

"Dr. Nagusaka? I don't know if you have heard Mrs. Midoriya, but Dr. Nagusaka has been one of the unjustly purged doctors among dozens upon dozens other. Quirkologists and Pediatricians." Naomasa stated, gaining a surprised gasp from Inko, she almost dropped her cup of coffee.

"Wh-What!? Th-That's horrible...What happened?" she asked back.

"We currently don't have any leads on that matter, unfortunately." He stated before he took on a more serious tone. "Though, I do question on why someone would kidnap him for his quirk"

"O-Oh..." she hiccuped a bit as she spoke. Inko pursed her lips while she looked around in thought. She had always thought that her boy's quirk was a forbidden fruit that no one else rather than her son could access. But then again, technology was advancing every moment. She had no idea what was happening with her boy.

"H-His quirk..." she stuttered, putting a fretting hand up to her lip. "Th-They might use him for his quirk!" she became teary-eyed again, panicking under the realization that had just occurred.

"Midoriya... Mrs. Midoriya, Please calm down and tell me his quirk." Naomasa stated as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"O-okay.. I-I'm fine" she spoke after a moment of adrenaline and worry, her hitched breath stabilized. "I-I'm fine, I'm fine" she said.

"Mrs. Midoriya... What is your son's quirk?" the P.I asked once more.

"I-Immortality..." she half whispered. Garnering a quirked eyebrow from Naomasa.

"Pardon, but could you repeat that again?" he asked.

"Immortality!" she yelled back, Naomasa was taken aback from the information. "H-His quirk... Mugen... it denied him death, he could even take his h-head off! H-Have you e-experienced that? S-Seeing your own child carrying their head like l-luggage!?" she screamed, tears flowing from her eyes.

'Immortality?' he thought to himself for a moment... 'there's only one bastard that could have the quirk to utilize that... tssk... I might need backup after all' he mentally stated.

"Thank you for your time Mrs. Midoriya... I assure you, I will find the child..." he stated, Inko had looked up to him in hope. But he had to pay a visit with an old friend once more.  He dispelled the little bubble of noise cancellation, while they said their goodbyes.

After the whole fiasco with Mrs. Midoriya, Naomasa had taken it upon himself and an old acquaintance to find the boy. In no way was he about to let All for One take such a powerful quirk.

"Hello" Naomasa stated in an urgent tone.

"T-Tsukauchi! How's it been?" the friendly voice asked back.

"Not well. Not well, listen Toshinori. I think All for One is on the move once more. I have a client that has had their child taken from them. The child.... The child has an immortality quirk..." after that statement, the room Naomasa had been occupying had taken on a deathly silence. Even the other person on the line had stopped a bit to process the information he was given.

"I'll be right there" Toshinori replied. He ended the call as soon as he heard All for One.

>Break

Izuku wheezed with hitched breath as he looked down upon his quickly healing wounds. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up towards the sadistically smirking man.

"What's wrong Kiddo? Don't got anymore bark behind that nonexistent bite?" Quaerite asked, shuffling his butterfly knife away from izuku's eye.

"S-Stop it... P-Please... wh-why are you doing this?" Izuku whimpered out from the chair he was tied on. Izuku had his uniform in shred by this point. Everything hurt for mere moments before he was treated with a new sort of pain. It wasn't getting anymore easier to endure. No blood, no carcass, and no organs have been spilled. Even though his warden had tried very hard to do so.

"Nah nah nah nah, I'm almost done. Just give me a tad, my meter's almost full" Quaerite stated as he pulled out his gun from the holster. "Ahh kid, we had so many good times together, but Conteret and Sensei are already howling on me to give you up... how I'll miss you kid" The horned man stated as he positioned the barrel up in between Izuku's eyes.

"P-Please, Stop... Wh-Why are you doing this?" Izuku pleaded, trying to stall so he can ready himself for the pain. He might be immortal, but he can still feel every jolt of pain that struck him.

"Ahhh. Well" Quaerite began, "Since it's our last day together, I might as well fill you in" he spoke as he took a chair from across the room and sat down in front of the boy. "You see my quirk, Sweet sweet izuku, requires sustenance to function. Well, it might not be a destructive quirk, but it it's strong enough to need a third-party powersource" Quaerite said with a sickly smile as he began to twirl the gun around his hand.

"I can locate anybody down to the precise millimeter as long as I know what they look like, but for this to happen I need something else. And I couldn't thank the gods more for the needed requirement." He said with a euphoric tone.

Izuku half-listened as he tried shuffling his hands and escaping the ropey confines.

"The cries and screams of the innocent! Isn't that such a wonderful thing? Oh how I love my job!" Quaerite stated while he hugged himself in pure ecstasy.

"Aaahh aaaahhh, and you... by far... are the most amazing person I had ever had the pleasure of playing with" Quaerite said with a light kiss on Izuku's forehead.

"Ahh, too bad Sensei is gonna take you soon though. Welp! Can't do shit about that I suppose!" Quaerite said as he cheerfully cocked his pistol back, and aimed it at Izuku's forehead.

'Stop!' Izuku mentally screamed.

'Stop!'

'Stop!'

'STOP!'

The gunshot, smoke following soon after the thunderclap of gunpowder.

Izuku shut his eyes tight, turning his head slightly as he braced himself for the pain.

The pain never came...

Quaerite widened his eyes.

Izuku slowly opened his own emerald pupils.

"What the fuck, kid?" the horned man asked.

(A/N) Hello wonderful people! yeah, it's me again. well, i'm gonna use this segment as a means to explain the original quirks I came up with.

Quaerite; Oculus: Fueled by carbon dioxide, Quaerite can precisely find anyoneand anything as long as he knows what they look like. (he prefers to torture since, Quaerite doesn't actually know that it's just carbon dioxide.)

Conteret; Delens: Can destroy any biological residue as long as the host has enough nicotine within his system. (example: Saliva, Hair, Fingerprints, blood, ect.)

Tsukauchi; Privacy: Creates a small bubble where no outside noise can enter, and no inner noise can escape.