Warm, he was warm when he woke up.

That's not unusual, his mother always makes sure he's tucked in before bed. She'll wrap him up if he falls asleep on the couch, or there's even sometimes when he crawls in bed with her cause he had a bad dream and she snuggles him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead and banishing the monsters in the dark with nothing more than her presence.

What was unusual was the room he woke up to.

No All Might posters, no All Might blankets, no hero action figures lining the desk and book shelf. No desk or book shelf . . .

He was laying in a soft bed, the blankets a dark green with black stripes that oddly matched his hair, with an insane amount of pillows around him. They matched the bedding, being the same green and black, but there had to be at least twenty different pillows, all different shapes and sizes.

Not to mention the green painted walls, or thick green carpet. Then there were the amount of toys, not the plastic kind with light up buttons or anything, but plushies. Teddy bears, bunnies, puppies, kittens, you name a cute animal and there was a plushie for it in the corner of the room.

Izuku looked up, the bed he was in was a four-poster, black curtains hanging from the frame to drape down. The fabric shinny with threads of sparkling green woven into swirling patterns.

The room smelled of vanilla and almonds, and nothing of the fruitier scents his mother liked.

He pushed back the covers to find himself in a new onesie. Green, with a black stomach, and paw pads on the bottom of his feet and the gloves that where over his hands. The gloves where attached to the main part of the pjs, going over his hands to button onto his wrist. Izuku undid the gloves before reaching behind his neck to find a hood. When he pulled the hood up he could feel something attached to it, running his hands up and down the hood he made the deduction they must have been ears.

Bunny ears.

Because Izuku was finally standing and could see the wall length mirror behind his bed.

He was dressed like a green rabbit.

His eyes widened, breathing picking up speed, as he frantically looked around.

Where was he?

Why was he here?

Where was his mother?

Izuku ran over to the exit, a huge, double set of doors made out of dark wood.

He shook himself, trying to calm down, and reached up to see if the door was unlocked. Being so small, even for his age, the tips of his fingers could barely latch on enough to twist the handle.

It was locked.

Izuku turned around and scanned the room again.

There was one of those big dressers mommy liked, what had she called them? An armoire? Yeah that was it.

He rushed over, stumbling a bit over the footie pajamas he didn't remember putting on.

Opening these doors wasn't too hard, but nothing inside made sense.

It was all clothes, which made sense when thinking about what the armoire was but didn't help in Izuku's panic. And the clothes were all green and black, small, fit for someone like him. There were all sorts of outfits, and the drawer at the bottom was filled with underwear and shoes. Underwear on the right, shoes on the left.

Puffing his freckled cheeks out in frustration and barely contained sobs, Izuku ran back to the bed and sat on the floor behind it. Blocking the view of the door, or more specifically, blocking the door from viewing him.

He tried to calm his breathing, pulling the hood further down his face as he curled into himself.

Izuku remembered.

Oh, he remembered what happened alright.

He'd never forget.

Forget the look on his mother's face as they tossed her into the wall. Forget the feeling of her hand being ripped from his. The sound of that car door slamming, locking him away from his mother.

So why was he here, why did they take him?

They weren't rich.

They didn't have any high standing.

He didn't even have a quirk!

They were just a mother and son, why would they do this?

Whoever they were . . .

Izuku's crying silenced when he heard a knock at the door.

No one asked to come in, maybe they did and Izuku just couldn't hear them over the blood rushing through his head, but someone did open the door.

Izuku didn't look.

He just curled further into himself as the soft thud of footsteps got closer.

They stop right in front of him, just standing there.

Before someone crouched down and Izuku felt a cold hand cup his chin. Nails scraped but didn't hurt, grip unyielding but not hurtful.

Izuku looked up, not of his own free will, and held in a whimper at what he saw.

A woman crouched before him, her black hair twisted to the side in a loose braid, spilling over her shoulder as if made from liquid night. Pale skin, even paler than his own, with no blemishes to be found, not a single freckle or mole.

Her eyes were a dark red, and this close Izuku could see the bit of a brighter red and black dappled through the irises. The color matching her lip stick, blouse, and nails. Her face was beautiful, not in the way his mother's was with soft lines and a warm smile, like a snake's beauty. Deadly, sharp cheekbones, plump lips, and finely shaped eyebrows.

"Hello there." The woman cooed, smiling. Her smile was more of a smirk, lips upturned at one side and curling back around. "Aren't you just the cutest thing?" The woman tilted his head back and forth, looking him over. "Have you been crying? Well, that's simply won't do. I can't have my Bunny upset, now can I?"

Izuku blinked, face scrunching up in confusion.

"W-who a-who-who ar-who are you?" He stuttered, trying to scoot further away, stopped by the bed at his back.

"Aww, look at you." The woman cupped his cheek, running her thumb over his freckles. "You're stuttering and everything . . ." She smiled at him, less of a smirk-though it still sent Izuku's skin crawling. "I'm Akane, though you can call me Mother." Her white teeth flashed and Izuku made out the points of fangs.

Izuku shook his head. "You're not my mama!"

Akane nodded. "You might not see it that way, right now, but from now on . . . I am."

"Wh-y di-did you take-did you ta- why did you take me?" Izuku tried to hold in his sobs, but his voice broke anyways.

"Well, for a few reasons." Akane ignored his sobs, just wiping away tears with her thumbs. "First, I just happened to find a notebook that had been stomped into the ground." Izuku's blood ran cold, his tiny body locking up in shock. "It was quite the read, and I simply had to meet the author!" She grinned, taking advantage of his shocked state to scoop him up and place him on the bed, sitting him down so she could sit on her knees and be eye-to-eye with him. "And what do I find, but this adorable little boy with green hair, freckles, and just the cutest smile I've ever seen? I just had to take you, keep you for my own. Oh, my little Bunny, we will have such fun together. Don't you worry about a thing." She bopped his nose with her index finger.

"I-I w-wanna-I wanna go-ho-go home!" Izuku reared back from the woman, trying to pry his face out of her grip.

"No you don't, cause if you do . . . " She pulled out a photo, right out of the back pocket of her black jeans. "I might have to do something about a certain Mrs. Midoriya." The threat hung in the air as if it were smoke from a fire, heavy and all encompassing. She knew Izuku was smart, smart enough to know exactly what she meant by those awful words.

"So, what do you say my cute, little Bunny?" Akane purred, holding his face again.

Izuku closed his eyes as he bowed his head, hands making fists in the pants of his pjs.

He couldn't let anything happen to his mama.