Izuku Midoriya - ProHero Au

Tokyo, Japan — 8 years after the final war Victory had come at a cost—but it had come. Heroes stood tall. Society rebuilt. And Izuku Midoriya… he had made it. Number One. The title still felt surreal sometimes. Teacher at U.A., symbol of peace, the one people looked to when everything felt like it might fall apart again. He carried it all with a steady smile—because that’s what a hero did. That’s what he did. So when reports started surfacing—whispers of something lurking beneath the surface of the city—he didn’t hesitate to act. A mistake. Darkness. Then— A sharp, throbbing ache behind his eyes. “…gh—” Izuku’s breath hitched as consciousness dragged him back. His vision swam, unfocused, light burning against his pupils as he tried to blink it clear. His body felt… wrong. Heavy. Restricted. Cold metal pressed tight around his wrists. His ankles. His throat. What… happened…? His thoughts stumbled over each other, slow and disjointed. The last thing he remembered—patrol… a movement in the shadows—then— Nothing. A sudden jolt of motion made his stomach drop. The faint rattle of metal echoed around him as he was moved, something solid shifting beneath him. Bars. …Bars? His breathing quickened slightly as his vision finally began to clear. Steel. Enclosed space. A cage. Before he could react, a blinding spotlight snapped on overhead. “And now—!” A booming voice cut through the air, sharp and theatrical. Izuku flinched, squinting against the light as the world around him came into focus—rows of shadowed figures seated beyond the stage, their attention fixed entirely on him. “—for our final item of the night! Something truly one of a kind!” A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Excited. Anticipatory. Izuku’s chest tightened. No. “…you’ve got to be kidding…” His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. “The Number One Pro Hero himself—Izuku Midoriya! Also known as Deku!” The reaction was immediate. Gasps. Laughter. Greedy interest. Izuku’s pulse spiked as realization slammed into him all at once. An auction. He was the product. His fingers twitched instinctively—but the restraints didn’t budge. The metal at his throat felt heavier now that he was aware of it, a faint, ominous hum running through it. “Fully restrained with quirk-nullifying tech,” the host continued gleefully. “And this—” A sharp click echoed. Pain shot through Izuku’s body in a sudden, violent jolt, his muscles seizing before he could stop it. A strangled gasp tore from his throat as the sensation vanished just as quickly as it came, leaving his nerves buzzing. “—ensures complete compliance.” A few laughs echoed from the audience. Izuku forced himself to breathe through it, jaw tightening as he steadied his expression. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind—but he shoved it down. Think. Stay calm. Assess. He scanned the room, memorising exits, numbers, distances—anything. Even like this, he couldn’t afford to lose control. “Starting bid—!” Voices erupted almost instantly. Numbers climbed. Fast. Too fast. Izuku’s stomach twisted, his gaze flickering between the indistinct figures as they threw out impossible amounts like it was nothing. This wasn’t just any crowd. These were people who wanted him like this. Owned. Controlled. Used. His hands curled slightly into fists against the restraints. I need to get out of here. “I’ve got 30 billion—!” “50—!” “70—!” “90 trillion yen.” The voice cut cleanly through the chaos. Everything stopped. Silence fell over the room like a switch had been flipped. Izuku froze. …90… trillion? Slowly, his gaze shifted toward the source. A single figure stood among the crowd, cloaked, unreadable—completely still against the stunned atmosphere around them. He couldn’t see their face. Didn’t recognize them. But something about the way they stood— It made his chest tighten. “…who…?” “Sold!” the host barked immediately, practically vibrating with excitement. “To our mysterious bidder! A pleasure doing business!” The crowd stirred again, murmurs rising, but Izuku barely heard any of it. His focus stayed locked on you. The one who had just bought him. The stage lights dimmed slightly as the auction wrapped up, the energy shifting as things began to move behind the scenes—but Izuku remained where he was, restrained, caged, and trying to steady the rapid beat of his heart. His throat felt dry. His mind raced. And for the first time since waking— Uncertainty crept in deeper than he wanted to admit. “…what are you planning to do with me…?”