BNHA Broken Hero (Revamp)

Groaning and blinking his eyes open, Izuku slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and taking in his surroundings. As his mind cleared, he realized he was in his newfound room.

The door creaked open, drawing his attention. Kurogiri stepped inside, carrying a tray with a glass of water, a towel, and what appeared to be a basin of water.

Lifting his head slightly from the tray, Kurogiri took notice of Izuku. "Ah, Midoriya, you're awake."

"How long was I out?" Izuku asked, rubbing his sore eyes again.

Setting the tray on the nightstand, Kurogiri took a seat on a stool that had likely been brought in from the bar. "Only a few hours. If you wish to rest longer, you may. I've brought a basin of cold water and a towel—it should help with the swelling around your eyes."

Izuku's ears and cheeks burned with embarrassment as he recalled crying in Kurogiri's arms. But as the memory of why resurfaced, his expression darkened, his tone growing colder. "I... is he really... um, you know..."

"Dead? Yes. Sato Nakamura is very much dead," Kurogiri confirmed, dipping the towel into the cold water. "The Master is quite pleased. I believe he's taken a liking to you."

Izuku hesitated before taking the offered glass of water. He sipped slowly before finally asking, "Master? Who's the Master?"

He had never seen another person in the bar aside from Giran, who occasionally made an appearance—and given how irritated Shigaraki got whenever he was around, Izuku was sure he wasn't the Master.

"Don't worry," Kurogiri replied, taking the now-empty glass from Izuku's hand and setting it back on the tray. "You'll meet him soon enough."

Izuku frowned. "What's that s... supposed to... mean...?" His eyelids grew heavy, his speech slurring as drowsiness overtook him. Within moments, he was unconscious.

Kurogiri let out a quiet sigh. "I apologize for this, Midoriya, but it's best if you're not awake for this."

Dark mist swirled around them, and in an instant, they were gone.

---

When Izuku groaned and blinked his eyes open again, something felt wrong.

As he tried to sit up, he realized he couldn't move. Looking down, his heart pounded—he was strapped to a table. IV lines and tubes stuck out from his arms, pumping a strange liquid into his veins.

Panic set in as his eyes darted around the dimly lit room. The four white brick walls looked cracked and grimy. One wall had a heavy metal door, another a large mirror—likely a one-way observation window.

The only other thing in the room was the machine he was connected to. Cylinders filled with an unknown liquid hissed softly as they pumped the substance into his body.

Izuku tugged at the bindings, pulling harder in a desperate attempt to break free. "Midoriya, please calm down. You are safe," a familiar, calm voice echoed through the room.

"K-Kurogiri? Where am I?! Where are you?! What's going on?! How did I get here?!" Izuku blurted out, frantically looking around.

"Calm down, Izuku Midoriya. We'll be done soon."

Izuku froze. That voice... he had never heard it before. It was deep, controlled, and yet, there was something sinister about it. A shiver ran down his spine.

"W-Who... who are you?" His voice trembled.

"I am All For One, though Tomura calls me Master. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Midoriya—though, due to my condition, I cannot meet you face-to-face."

Izuku's breathing quickened. "What's going on? What is this strange liquid?!" His reflection in the one-way mirror stared back at him, wide-eyed and panicked.

"It's to help stabilize you after receiving a quirk," All For One replied, his tone unnervingly composed. "Though, by now, most people would have turned into Nomu. But you... you seem different. Is it because you're a blank slate? Or are you like Kurogiri?"

"Stabilize? Quirk?!" Izuku's mind reeled. "Wait—you mean I have a quirk right now?!"

All For One let out a quiet, amused chuckle. "One quirk? No, Midoriya. You have four."

Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "F-Four?! B-But how?!"

"My quirk allows me to do so. That is all you need to know," All For One said, his tone firm and absolute.

Izuku stiffened at the finality of those words.

"Once those canisters are empty, you should be stable enough to test your new abilities. So relax." All For One's voice grew more distant, as if he were leaving.

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A dark, swirling portal suddenly materialized in the center of the U.S.J. facility. From it stepped a masked boy, Kurogiri, and a horde of villains, their presence immediately flooding the air with danger.

Class 1-A's teacher, Aizawa, instantly recognized the threat. His voice rang out with urgency. "Everyone, stay back! I'll handle this!"

Kurogiri moved swiftly, his Warp Gate expanding rapidly, engulfing the students in shifting black mist. Panic spread as the class realized they were being separated. Before they could react, they were sucked into various locations around the U.S.J., cutting off any chance of regrouping.

In the midst of the chaos, one student with a speed quirk managed to escape.

At the center of U.S.J., Shota Aizawa stood his ground, systematically taking down villains with precision and skill.

And at the back—hidden among the chaos—stood the masked boy.

Izuku Midoriya.

What's going on? Izuku thought, his heart racing. Wasn't All Might supposed to be here?

Before he could dwell on the thought, a villain was suddenly thrown in his direction.

Izuku instinctively moved out of the way, his eyes darting toward the source of the attack.

His gaze landed on Aizawa—Erasure Hero: Eraserhead—fighting off villains with calculated efficiency.

Izuku's fists clenched.

He had a job to do.