Disclaimer: I own neither my hero acidemia or Persona 5.
Note: this Igor is the real Igor, not the imposter from persona 5 FYI.
"Why don't you just throw yourself off a building and die!"
Those words echoed through Izuku's head as he walked away from school. Those words rang even louder when his Idol, All Might, told him he couldn't be a hero, that there was no chance for a Quirkless person like him to be a hero. Now, those words are screaming at him, as he looked down on the street below. He was still on the roof of the building All Might left him on. With a million thoughts racing through his head, Izuku stepped up to the edge. Giving one last look to the world that had rejected him, told him he was worthless, and shattered his very soul, Izuku stepped off the ledge. As he sped towards the ground, crowed watching in horror, Izuku gave a sad smile.
Kakashi Bakugo was having a rough day. First, he failed a math test. Second, Izuku had the nerve to say he was going to UA high. Third, he was attacked by a sludge villain, and had to be rescued by pro heroes, on live TV. It made his seem weak, helpless and nothing more than a kid. Not the best impression to make when you are trying to get into the most prestigious superhero high school in Japan, possibly the world. As he rounded the corner home, he saw a police car by Izuku's house. Shrugging it off, he turned the corner to his own home. As he open the door, he was greeted be he mom in tears. Major alarm bells where going off through his head. "What's wrong!?" he asked walking to her side. His mom only pointed to the TV. Only then did Kakashi Bakugo notice the headline, along with a picture of his former best friend: "Teen Throws Himself of Building, Condition Unknown". Then the words that he so casually said this morning came rushing back to haunt him.
All Might is considered the greatest hero of all time, loved by millions, and the Symbol of Peace, hope, and good. Right now though, All Might was feeling anything but. After watching the pro heroes stop the sludge villain he unwittingly let lose, All Might's mind kept on going back to the young lad who had so much hope. He demonstrated great qualities in the short time he met him. Making up his mind, All Might decided he would like to find the boy and give him a proper apology for being a bit harsh with him earlier and to offer him a chance to be the greatest hero of all time. As he was walking down the street, pondering these thoughts, a news story caught his eye in in one of the TV's in a store. Reading the headline, a sudden wave of guilt swept through him. In the first time in awhile, the Symbol of Peace, All Might sat down and wept.
… … … …Gasp!
Izuku woke up suddenly, a million thoughts racing through his head. One of them being "WHY AM I NOT DEAD!?" Muttering uncontrollably for what seem like hours, a light chuckle and a sharp clang brought him out of his stupor. He then noticed three things. One he as in a strange room, covered in blue, purple and black. Two, he was also in a jail cell. Three, he was not alone. There where two other people in the room. One was a blonde girl in what looked like a prison wardens uniform. The other was a strange old man with a long nose siting behind a desk.
"Welcome to the velvet room" He said, and a strangely high voice, "My name is Igor."
"wh-hh-at?" Izuku stuttered.
"I have been watch you very closely young man" Igor explained, "An when you decided to throw yourself of building, I decided to intervein. But you must be very confused. I'll explain to you why you're here, what this place is and my offer to you."
"This room you're currently standing in is called the velvet room. It bases its appearance on a person's heart, soul and cognation. It seems that it is a prison… very interesting. I believe it's because you feel trapped, imprisoned by societies rules and beliefs, never being able to escape the ever pressing feeling that you have no value, that you can't excel, and thus, a prison. Now, I have been watching you Izuku. I believe that you are the key to restoring and repairing this demented society."
"What do you mean!?" Izuku exclaimed, "Heroes are making society an even better place than before! They are protec-"
"STOP" Igor said in a harsh tone. "Let me show you something…"
With a wave of his hand, Igor created a screen-like disk on the wall of the velvet room.
"Look, and tell me what you see."
Izuku looked at the disk, and gasped. He saw drug cartels selling their wares to Heroes, he saw Heroes paying people to pretend to be villains and throwing the fight. He saw human trafficking ring untouched by the heroes because they just "didn't have time". There were heroes who hardly ever patrolled anymore, focusing on their fans and popularity. He saw people injured or killed in the heroes' fights, and when they or their loved ones try to sue, or bring the issue up in any way, the were silenced one way or another. He saw heroes framing people as villains just to cover up their deeds. He saw quirkless people struggling to even make a living, being told their worthless, and just trying to survive. As the disk faded, Izuke turned to Igor, anger and contempt flowing through him.
"You understand now…" Igor said softly, "Your entire life you were sold an illusion, that heroes were incorruptible, beacons of hope. While some are, others have exploited their position and have used it for harm, making them the very thing they swore to destroy. They are just villains dressed up in fancy costumes. Mercenaries being paid to look good for the cameras. Do you understand why I brought you here now?"
"…Yes" Izuku whispered softly. "I do."
"You're in limbo between life and death" Said Igor, "If you choose to do so, I will grant you the wish of passing on. You can finally rest and be at peace from this harsh world. However, I will also give you another option. I will grant you a power beyond your imagination. You will be my champion, righting the wrongs caused by heroes and villains, and fighting for others, not yourself. Tearing down the barriers and walls that society has erected around you and your people. Only then, will you be truly free. Do you accept my offer?"
Izuku looked down, pondering all that Igor had said. Looking up at Igor, Izuku felt something change. He was no longer the timid boy who would cry at every little passing thing. He felt a deep, primal rage and passion building up, the determination to expose every last one of the false heroes, to destroy the walls and lift his head high. To be free. Looking back up to Igor, he gave his answer.
"Yes"