We are all that is left.
We are all that has come.
We are the only ones that have come, none will join us for a very long time.
We are you.
We were not you once, but no longer. We are Izuku.
The infinite mutterings had been different today, nor had he greeted any new person into his brain. On repeat, coming from all of the voices was that they were it and they were Izuku. Unnerving as it might have seemed, Izuku was used to the unnerving. Having been to plenty of mental hospitals in his youth, he had seen some of the saddest, lowested people have been. And even though Izuku knew nothing was particularly wrong with him, he could still hear them.
Everyday, every single day of his life since his fourth birthday, a new person greeted him inside his head. Sometimes they came to him politely, timid, calm, or smoothly. Others had been violent. Mad, upset, scared. They needed a haven, time to adjust. Izuku was that. Although, Izuku could count on his fingers how many times they had tried to take over. Those were the episodes that sent him to the hospitals, the ones where he would pace his room and yell in inflections that weren't his own.
Izuku was better now though, the truly wild ones locked away in his mind. He didn't let his mother know when something happened anymore though, because she always overreacted to the tiniest things about his quirk. So, that's why he sat through todays strange chants, never bringing it up or showing his confusion. He endured, as he always.
No… we endure.
Some of the voices were more common than the others, but only one talked as much as much as it did. She was the first of many, his coach, his friend, and his teacher. She just wanted to be called Nana, though she had admitted her name was Shimura Nana.
Izuku was brought to reality from his hypnotic hum of minds and voices to realize he was in the beginning of his last period, which was fine. If he was a normal kid, he would be listening in on what the teacher was saying, but once again, he wasn't normal, even by the quirked standards. He had set up a system with a few hundred of the floating voices a couple of years ago, where they would listen and then feed him information constantly. So basically, he has other people constantly telling him what certain things were, so that he didn't have to pay attention in class. He was only in middle school, but he had this entire grades, plus most of high schools and other random divisions of knowledge burned into his brain. He spent most of the time in school spaced out, talking to people who didn't exist to anyone else.
The teacher handed him an assignment, as he did with the rest of the class. Izuku could hear multiple moans or grunts coming from many a students, but he remained silent. His eyes scanned down the paper robotically, and eloquently circled every answer, and wrote down ever response he had to before slide the paper off of the top of what it had been resting on top of. It was one of his recently completely notebooks, Hero Analysis for the Future Vol 35. Izuku had dedicated many hours of his insane amount of free time writing down just simple things he'd notice from heroes and certain people, and used that knowledge to completely write an Analysis on how to make them stronger, beat them, and how their quirk worked internally. Certainly, if he didn't have as much time though, he wouldn't be able to abuse the time he had. Most things he did subconsciously now, letting the sound of conversation going through his head propel his feet forward in the right direction whenever he went someone on foot.
"Stop looking like you're a blank slate nerd, and stop muttering." Katsuki Bakugou was once a friend, turned a foe, turned an acquaintance. They didn't have much of a bad history, just sort of complex. The twists and turns of what their lives led made them clash constantly, though Izuku never wanted it, and he was pretty sure Katsuki didn't either, but nothing could be done. They were a unbreakable duo broken. Their moms still loved each other though, so interaction with him was unavoidable, no matter how much he wished it away.
"Sorry Katsuki, rough day." Izuku responded quickly and quietly, but at least he wasn't blank facing anymore. He opened up a notebook his mom got him for Vol 36. He still wasn't sure about what to right in this one, as usually his notebooks had a general theme. He had at least three dedicated to All Might, two to Katsuki, and four dedicated to Underground Heroes as a whole.
Izuku.
Yourself. Where's the one that you wrote about yourself?
The mumblings filed into agreements and questions on what happened to it. Izuku remember the one he wrote on himself, but, sadly, it was illegible. Not because it wasn't neat, most of, if not all of his writing in the past five years has been clean, but this one he didn't really get for two reasons. One, it was the one that was partially destroyed in a fit by Katsuki, coincidentally the last time he called him Kacchan. The other thing, was that he wrote it in a language he didn't know how to read. This was in the middle of a hospital visit, he should mention. He didn't want anyone to find it though, so he chucked the burned notebook off the side of a highway.
You know that you could've read it if you wanted to.
These moments that he could clearly hear a single voice without tuning in to his own brain weren't extremely common, but they did happen often enough compared to how many statements go under his radar. He felt every word though. Every word felt like a guitar being strum in his mind, but with all of them going at the same time as they could… it was basically a toddler spamming the strings with his fingers trying to pretend he knew how to play times about ten thousand. A true symphony of chaos.
Izuku looked down, took his marker, and wrote in the most graceful font he was capable of writing in, Self Analysis for the Future Vol 2. A warm feeling in his mind became apparent as the voices all synced up to inform Izuku to say that it was the end of class, right before the bell buzzed so intensely that it wrattled against the wall. Izuku didn't stand with the bell, he never did. He usually waited for the tide of of middle schoolers to pass through before he leaves, however, Katsuki also did the same, everyday. Izuku sighed and stood up after a moment, and sat on the desk instead of his chair.
Not for the first time, Katsuki walked over, hands in his pockets, expression bored. He looked Izukup and down, and then at the book in his arms.
"Self Analysis for the Future Vol 2? It's been a while since you wrote one of those useless little things." He took the book out of his hands, and just held it for a moment. Izuku let him take it, he was distracted in the moment. It really had been a while. Five years maybe. The lack of response coming from Izuku was irritating Katsuki though.
"Oi, nerd. Pay attention." He waved his free hand from his pocket in front of Izuku's eyes, which weren't responding. The usually explosive boy started waving the book in front of the boys eyes as well, and it wasn't working, which started pissing him off. He stomped over to the opened window, and pointed at Izuku, the book and then the window. Nothing. Katsuki whispered under his breath.
"Goddamnit Izuku." And then he chucked the book out the window, shoved his hands in his pockets once again, and walked off grumpily into the semi empty halls, leaving Izuku alone in the room. The boy stayed out of the real world for a little longer before being forced out of his own mind by Nana, always the helpful one.
"Gah!" Izuku fell into the real world, literally. He fell onto his side, making him clutch it with a ferocity. Laid down for a few moments, cursing his clumsiness. He looked around to his back, to the empty room, to the lack of book and open window. It took about ten seconds for it to click, before he set his teeth. He was going to have a talk with Katsuki for messing with his stuff again.
Izuku started walking, but not to the door. He walked straight up to the window, and hopped out of it. Of course, he clinged onto the side, but Izuku casually let go and landed on the sill of the window below him, gripping the window, before dropping again. He went down two more times before he hit the ground on a roll after he chucked his bag below him before he jumped.
He came up kneeling, and panting. Izuku had done that before, mostly because it was fun, but also because it was really fast. He wasn't super athletic, but he had a little muscle on him, mostly because Nana and about three hundred and seventy five others wanted him to not be so skinny and wimpy, which was rude, but understandable. Izuku looked around for a second before grabbing his bag and looking around in the bushes for his notebook.
As he rummaged through the bushes, Katsuki walked through the front door, only just now getting out of the building. As Izuku found it, directly under a bush, he made a noise.
"GAH, what the hell are you doing here nerd!" His annoyed gaze flittered against his eyes, while Izuku's green reflected it back at him. He stumbled over his words before settling on something.
"Uh, I go to school here -OW- Katsuki stop hitting me goddamnit!" The spikey blonde growled.
"No shit you go to school here I have to see your stupid ass face everyday. Now, how did you get down here before me?" His eyebrows were scrunching together in confusion and anger. His eyes narrowed as Izuku didn't immediately answer.
"Well?" Izuku silently pointed up, up at the top floor of the school, at their classroom's open window. Katsuki was smart, so he connected the dots.
"DID YOU FUCKING JUMP OUT OF THE FUCKING WINDOW?"
"NO YOU IDIOT I WOULD NEVER. I SCALED DOWN!"
"THAT'S NOT FUCKING BETTER YOU IDIOT YOU COULD HAVE DIED"
"SO CAN YOU EVERYTIME YOU EAT BECAUSE YOU COULD JOKE THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT ISN'T UNLIKELY AS ALL HELL."
"YEAH BUT YOU NEED TO FUCKING EAT YOU DON'T NEED TO FUCKING PARKOUR DOWN THE SIDE OF A SCHOOL WITH STAIRS!" Katsuki roared at Izuku, and his palms started crackling with fire sparks like pop rockets. Too bad Izuku couldn't hear him over the screaming in his head. He had a massive headache that hit him instantly with their screaming. Some of them, less than half, were yelling at him for putting himself at risk over something stupid, but most, especially Nana, were yelling at Katsuki for yelling at their boy.
YOU LITTLE SHIT, IZUKU KICK HIS ASS!
Izuku sweety he's a rough boy but all he's trying to do is say that he was worried you could get hurt, I was too.
IZUKU YOU WERE RECKLESS AS FUCK BUT I'M GOING TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO KICK THIS LITTLE SHIT'S SHIT IN!
Honestly you probably should be more careful this mini thrill definitely wasn't worth it.
BITCH IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT, YOU SHUT UP CHIE.
Izuku sighed.
"Fine, I won't do it anymore. Just don't throw my notebooks out you ass."
"Hmph."
Katsuki left after that, arms in pockets as Bakugou protocol required. Izuku watched him go, silent. The dull static in his ears quieter once again, but his headache was still there. Now usually his headache never lasted this long when it's caused by the voices, they ended after the sound ended. But this one was lingering after the loud party in his brain, it was almost growing…
Izuku turned and started walking home.
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Walking under tunnels was always weird, and made him think about his quirk. It was dark, and every noise echoed around its walls. It was sort of like Izuku's brain, just, less active, and more dark. The thing about tunnels though, is that sound was amplified. So when Izuku heard the sound of squelching liquid coming straight out at him from behind, and the ominous
"Hue Hue Hue… A nice disguise!" Izuku jumped to the side into a roll.
VILLAIN! KILL IT IZU
Call for help kiddo! Don't risk fighting him, he's too strong for you.
Nana's voice was calming in this situation, but also too much of a distraction to allow him to avoid getting sucked into this green slime creature. They kept talking.
"Grrr KID. Gimme you're body and I won't make you suffer you little shit!" The gnarled but smooth voice of the slime creature snarled out his threats, but Izuku wasn't listening. No, he was trying to calm his mind.
Guys! I'm trying to live here stop distracting me!
You heard the Kiddo! Shut the FUCK UP. Way to go Nana.
NO THIS IS EXCITING I CAN'T SHUT UP!
GO FOR THE EYES!
RUN!
NO IT WILL JUST GO FOR SOMEONE ELSE!
Shut the FUCK UP. I'm try to get some SLEEP.
Izuku froze… that voice wasn't supposed to be there. It hadn't been there in years…
The voice appeared at the absolute worst time possible, making Izuku freeze like that, cause that was the moment the slime crawled up his legs and onto his torso, pulling him into the rest of the gelatinous slimey mass, covering all his airways and restricting the movements of the green eye'd boy, slowly pulling him back into its form, with his vision fading in and out, and his other senses negated, he almost missed the extremely loud features of his person Hero, with his famous special move.
"DETROOOOIT SMAAASH!" He could feel clean air lick his skin again, the sludge villain completely blow away, leaving Izuku barely breathing on the concrete. His ears popped, and he snorted out some slime. The voices were quiet right now. Izuku's eyes shot open, and he saw the silhouette of the beefy man.
"WawaWAH? ALL MIGHT? Oh my god! Are you- can I talk to you? It's important!" Izuku's eyes felt like they were seriously burning and his headache was ten times worse, but he needed to ask him a question. But, All Might's expression wore thin and he looked strained.
"I'm sorry my boy but I have to leave- Goodbye and stay safe!" Izuku's eyes widened frantically, and grabbed his Heroes arms as he crouched-
Kiddo NO let go!
This is gonna be good.
Shut up he might die if he doesn't let go.
-And jumped into the sky. Izuku held on for dear life, the air's arms grabbing him and trying to yank him away, but he held on, All Might started freaking out when he noticed.
"KID, WHAT-" All Might flicked his finger into the sky, knocking their course back into the earth. Izuku noticed the some sort of steam coming from his forearms, but he ignored it in favor of trying to hold on and not die. They were blown back to the earth in seconds, with All Might cradling his neck so it wouldn't snap when they landed, with a boom mind you, before letting him roll out of his arms, and onto the slightly cracked roof. All Might started sputtering more and more as more smoke started uncoiling from where it slept under his skin, spewing into a cloud that covers his entire form, but Izuku could make out a mantra coming from the man.
"Why, why, why, why, why, why, why…" Each why became more and more hoarse as it went on. Now, Izuku was insanely smart for a fifteen year old, due to his partnership with his currently creepily quiet voices, but Izuku could make mistakes, and assumed he was talking about what could be worth risking his life to talk to him.
"I.. don't have a physical quirk, and the psychological aspect of it is more harmful than good most of the time…" Usually voices would complain about that, but they stayed silent.
"But my… psychological quirk has a.. Side effect that has lets me intake extra information, meaning I'm basically really smart but… I just want to know if I could be a Hero with a quirk like that." Izuku looked up to the cloud of smoke as it was blown away to reveal his skeletal form.
Oh god… Toshi…
Nana?
"Who is Toshi?" As soon as the words left his lips he realized that he said it aloud and that he was pretty sure he wasn't meant to say that. All Might didn't seem troubled by that, more by the bloody bile spilling out of his lips. He hacked up blood for a few moments while panting,
"Ah, well, that'd be me."
Ok i really like this concept, its based off of an aot fanfic i red once where Erin got all the voices of the dead royal family in his head and started going insane but he starts learning shit he wouldn't otherwise. Anyways, I might focus on this fanfiction for now so sorry about the other fanfic that im sort of leaving alone for now.
Ok so the thing is that this is my last day of summer and its late so im just getting this out, REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
