A Misunderstood Deku

Captured

Allmight entered his room, and saw her out of breath. "What happened?!"

"Wasn't quite asleep yet. Hope he has some sweet dreams right now..." the R-rated heroine glanced around his room, noticing his more recent... "decor". "Or... maybe not his version of them."

"My god..." ToshinorI was in agreement, his eyes following her gaze to the posters on the wall. Allmight ones, with bloody smiles added to turn the reassuring faces creepy. This effectively ruined their value, and he saw a few of them were some of the more expensive ones. Mirai would be horrified by the posters alone... the blond hero then followed the wall to a single sentence written in blood: Sweet Dreams are made of Screams. "I know young Bakugo described it... but what... what happened to him?!"

She shook her head, not wanting to think about the answer to that particular question. "I don't know..."

Looking down, he saw that Deku was in a white hoodie this time. Carefully approaching, the older man cuffed him, turned him over, and was horrified by what he saw on his face.

At this point, Vlad King arrived, and froze when he saw the boy's face. "I... I thought they were exaggerating... This is way worse than they described."
Aizawa commented, watching the others take him away. "Oh no, you can't exactly describe this. It's why I didn't even try. Let's take him back to U.A."

Vlad readily agreed, "Yes... get him to rehab."

Deku awoke in a conference room, hands cuffed together. Great... I'm... he looked around, somewhere... He was surrounded by pro heroes. He recognized every. single. one. Allmight was there. Eraserhead was there. Even Vlad King and Midnight... oh, he might actually have some fun here.

"Hello, Izuku Midoriya."

He looked around for the voice before realizing there was a small rodent-like animal in a suit directly in front of him. He wasn't sure who he was... but given the rogues gallery here... he had a guess...

The rat chuckled, "Not even going to ask how I know your actual name? Or what I am?"
Honestly, what he was wasn't important. Only what they would do with him was. "I don't care."

Deflating slightly from the killjoy that was Izuku, he commented, "Well, aren't you temperamental... Do you know where you are?"
Oh, he knew, but didn't particularly care. It's not like he was going to stay here. "No."

"You are in U.A." Thanks for stating the obvious, Nezu.
However, it did seem hilarious that he was brought to a school. Izuku just can't escape them, could he? "Why not the police station? Or the sanatorium? I know I belong there. Where you can lock away the key and sing of how your dreams are made of this..." that made all of them tense up slightly, with exception of Eraser and Nezu.

Speaking of the rat, he countered. "No. We have a more constructive idea." Midoriya didn't speak, just letting an unnerving silence fill the room as he stared at some of the weaker willed heroes, making them falter. Enough to where Nezu continued, "You can join the villain rehab program..."

However, Izuku snarled, whipping his head fast enough that a few a of the staff tensed for a fight.  "I am not a villain."

The white rat tried to explain that, in the eye of the law, he was classified as a villain, "You have killed..."
But the serial killer was having none of that. "You think survival is guaranteed? That is what you tell yourself from your lofty tower, behind your walls? Hahahaha... I kill to live."
Nezu actually got up on the table and started to walk over, to the consternation of ma few staff members, whom he waved away. "We can change that. We know you let our students... and Eraserhead go. We know you are not just a killing machine."