Katsuki didn't think any single human being could piss him off this much while not even being in the same room.

He tapped his foot against the floor impatiently and rested his head in the palm of his propped up hand. Irritation crawled up his spine as the clock above the board ticked on without regard to the teen who had been burning a hole through the hands with his gaze for the past half hour. Eraserhead had wanted some more sleep, so he had given the entire class a study period. Katsuki's classmates were chatting excitedly around him without a care in the world, but he couldn't scratch the increasing itch on the back of his neck. No one else seemed to notice the absence, and the only two people who could've were absorbed in their own little world.

It didn't matter to him of course. The Earth could stop turning, the fate of the world resting on his shoulder, and he still wouldn't care enough to do a damn thing about it. The itching sensation on the back of his neck grew to his shoulder blades when two teens in particular glanced at each other before going back to work in silence. Clearly, those two fuckers knew something he didn't and weren't willing to share. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't, but Katsuki was willing to bet his money on that fact that they did. He had half a mind to storm over to the suspiciously acting students and demand answers from them. Based on experience though, he could probably accurately assume that they would adamantly try and ignore him and tell him nothing useful. Katsuki grit his teeth and let out a growl of frustration.

Where the hell was that useless Deku?

That ever present, always bothersome nag that sat behind him was absent. According to his instincts, the shitstain should have been back at lunch time. It was now the last period of the day, and the shadow that somehow never left his side, was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. Why was he getting so worked up over fucking Deku? Why the hell did he care what happened to that fucktard? Why did he give a shit?!

Katsuki released a roar of frustration and flipped his desk, sending it crashing into the ones in front of him like wrecked dominoes.  The classroom was dead silent, as all eyes - except for a sleeping sensei - was on him now. He whirled around to face them with an untamed fire burning in his eyes. Small explosions now crackled in his palms, accompanied by a vicious glare directed towards anyone who so dared to keep starting.

"What the hell are you all looking at?!" Katsuki snapped at them, and slowly they all went back to their own conversations, every once in awhile sneaking a glance at the unhinged teen that stood above his chair, smoldering in anger.

Katsuki noted that round face and glasses, hadn't even looked up at his outburst, and each wore the same grim and worried expression. He narrowed his eyes. What the hell had happened to Deku while he wasn't looking?

Not like he cared.

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Izuku's head was swimming. And apparently, his stomach had decided to join it, and that made him want to hurl.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a second or two, Izuku exited the warp gate and collapsed onto the ground on all fours. The sick feeling didn't go away, so his body thought this would be the best opportunity to give in and empty breakfast onto the floor.

He coughed a few times, and wiped the saliva dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. He glanced up, scanning his surroundings. He had been transported to a small bar of sorts. The smell of alcohol was faintly in the air and the lights were dim. The booths, stools, and the bar itself all had an old rustic look to it. Not a badly designed bar when it boiled down it to, but that wasn't the main issue right now. He scrambled to get out of the way and hide as Shigaraki exited the warp gate behind him.

Izuku didn't make it that far when a cold hand wrapped itself around his neck in a vice grip, only one finger not touching. It must have been terrifyingly easy for Shigaraki to do that considering Izuku's disoriented state. Unfortunately for the teen though, that left no options for escape. Especially when behind Shigaraki appeared the warp gate himself, Kurogiri, with the exit gone.

Escape cut off, not a chance fighting these two alone and winning with the disadvantage he's in, and no solution that didn't end up with him dead other than to comply. Perhaps, if he was lucky, then he could glean some useful information from their conversations.

"Sensei," Shigaraki called out to the lone tv in the back of the bar, which Izuku must have had missed when he scanned the room. In realization of what the villain just said, panic rose in Izuku's throat. Whoever was this guy's sensei was, must have been the mastermind behind all of the tactical aspects of the League of Villains' movements, and be at least ten times worse than Shigaraki.

The tv flickered to life, and even though there was no picture, evil intent flowed from it like waves beating mercilessly against the shoreline. It was like Izuku was suddenly trapped in a dark, windowless room. Nothing moved, there was no light to have his eyes adjust to, only the quiet emptiness around him, and the ever hungry emotion called fear to keep him company. In layman's terms, he was terrified. Even with this gnawing at his consciousness, he resisted the urge to cower in fear at the sight of an empty electronic.

"Sensei," Shigaraki said with a hint excitement in his voice, and Izuku couldn't help but sense he was the source of the villain's excitement, which did not bode well for him at all. "Look what I have here."

The hand's grip on his neck tightened to the point where Izulu could no longer breath properly. Air only came to his lungs is short quiet gasps. Of all the ways to die, he really didn't want to die by suffocation.

"I would love to kill him for the setbacks he's put in my plans, but he's alive." Shigaraki began scratching at the scarred tissue on his neck with his free hands. "I've got the kid you asked for, alive." Izuku's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. His boss wanted Izuku alive, of all people. It was selfish of him to even consider it, but he couldn't help but think that Kacchan would have been a better person to kidnap. He's strong, smart, and would cause an uproar if taken since he had place number one in the tournament. But Izuku? He was just a person with a quirk that injured himself if he used it. They should have had nothing to gain from taking him, except...

An idea began forming a blurry image in his head of why they would kidnap him, and he really didn't like the picture it was beginning to form.

"Good job," a voice said from the other side of the screen "I've much planned for the boy, and he would be of no use to us dead." That cleared Izuku's mind of one thing. At least he wasn't going to die until they had what they needed from him. Unfortunately he wasn't sure what they wanted or how long that would take, so it gave him little confort.

It was at this point when black dots began having a party in front of his vision. The lack of oxygen made his limbs go limp, and he felt as if his chest were on fire. He tried to squirm and move, but his body had stopped responding a while ago.

Izuku heard a "drop him, Shigaraki" and suddenly he could breath. He was laying on the floor, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Fit for the fact that his vision was flooded with black spots. Fear crawled up his throat when a pair of feet entered his vision. A foot moved and pain exploded in his chest. A liquid that wasn't supposed to be there was forced up his esophagus and out his mouth, once again making hard to breath. His vision blurred and a hushed thrum bounced around in his head, making it impossible to hear what they were saying.

Now. Izuku needed to escape now while Shigaraki's hand wasn't touching him. He crawled, scraping at the concrete ground to get away until his fingers bled.

He had to get away. He had to.

A heavy force came down on his leg - which he was sure was now broken or at least sprained - and he felt himself scream in agony, but he heard nothing. No tapping of feet when polished shoes entered his view. No smashing of glass that had been thrown against the opposite wall. Not even his own screams of pain.

Izuku had his hair yanked up, and he found out that the fancy shoes belonged to a Kurogiri, but of course that was useless information. Except for the fact that the warp gate wasn't the one sending shooting pains to his head though, and Izuku's blood froze when he realized who had managed to get a hand in his hair.

"Shigaraki, allow me to take it from here," Kurogiri spoke, and oddly Izuku managed to hear it. From behind him came a noise that sounded like a sharp intake of air through teeth, then his head roughly fall and hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Fine," the villain with a hand on his face hissed out.

"Be a little more careful, Shigaraki. We need both his mind and appendages to be intact for the plan to proceed." That was the voice of the man from the tv, but why would they need his mind and limbs? Not like he was complaining in keeping them, but if they were going to use his as a hostage, or try and take One for All from him, they wouldn't have need of his mind or all of his body.

"I'll need to give him a new power, and a new identity for the plan to begin," the man over the screen said. Izuku wanted so badly to scream out and ask him what he meant, but he couldn't move more than an inch. Shigaraki's foot planted firmly on the base of his spine made sure of that.

A sickening feeling pooled in the pit of his messed up stomach. The picture he had imagined not to long ago was slowly becoming clearer and clearer in his mind. The unknown man's next words made Izuku's whole world come crashing to a halt and explode before his very eyes. His worst fear had just been confirmed.

"Once that is done, we can do much with All Might's successor of One for All."