It’s been two years, he had to be fifteen by now. Based on who the scientist have been talking to him. His memories were his only possession, the only thing that kept him sane. Izuku’s body couldn’t take much more of this. He was so tired, tired of the torture, tired of the experiments, tired of being treated like some animal.

| The most recent experiment had been particularly draining. They had IV-ed some sort of liquid into his veins, and they placed him in this bright white room. It was so odd. The experimentations were usually much more violent and intense, but this was . . . tame, and yet. This one made him the most tired. The scientist had just left him to sleep.*

| Izuku was simply resting, until one of the scientists entered rather loudly. Startling him awake.

Scientist: “Alright, experimentation time. Get up.”

| Something snapped, and Izuku blacked out. Next thing he knew, he was standing at the exit of the building. The walls, the floor, and himself, drenched in blood.