I don't know if anyone will be able to read this. It might be affected by my...quirk, like everything else in my godforsaken life, but it's the only thing keeping me sane, and if it makes it to an alternative universe it might actually be readable, and that's my only chance I got of getting out of here so...here I fucking go.
My name is Izuku Midoriya. At the time of writing this I am 28 years old. Japanese, but if you can read this that should be obvious. I live on a nice lil' planet called Earth, or at least WE call it that.
Did I really just consider aliens picking this up and reading it? Honestly...fuck it, sure, yeah.
I lived in Musutafu, Japan for most of my life. We lived in a world of abnormal abilities, quirks, we call em. Some humans can shoot fire out of their hands, some humans can see in the dark, some humans are really, really hard to kill, and one human in particular could punch with the force of a goddamn NUKE. At least, he could when he was alive and in his prime. We called him...All Might. He's a...jesus christ...he's a superhero, okay? Yeah we live in a world of superheroes and supervillains, all that jazz. Ever read a comic?
My ability, my quirk, is the worst thing in the entire fucking world. Or at least, I hope it is. I ah...hold on, I'm gonna get the notes I wrote on it. Wrote them when I was pretty young, updated it a few times. I used to be real into this hero shit but that's for later on.
Found it, ahem.
Quirk: InfoHazard
The subject (Izuku Midoriya) will appear to act as if they were an "average variable" to the outside world. This is in complete disregard to the subject's actual words and actions. No matter what the subject does or says, reality will be perceived differently by everyone to accomadate those words and actions as NORMAL, or the subject's words and actions will be perceived differently to accomadate reality as NORMAL.
So that's kinda...vague, I know. Honestly I'm pretty sure lil me had a better idea of what this is than I currently do.
Basically, if I were to walk up to you, punch you in the dick, and tell you to suck mine, then either reality, or my actions/words, would be changed so that nothing feels off to you. Nothing about that would be unusual.
To you, you'd feel like you'd have to pee suddenly, tell me to have a nice day, and when you left my...I dont know, range, I guess, your dick would start to hurt really badly, almost as if somebody punched it 30 minutes ago. Don't ask me how I know this information.
You wouldn't remember me, most likely, and you wouldn't remember that day or incident a week later, because it was completely normal.
This seems like a cool fuckin' power, right? It probably would be...if I could control who it worked on and when. That's just the thing, it works on EVERYBODY, so long as information about me is present. Thus, it is, and I am, an InfoHazard.
My own fucking mother thinks I work in retail, my 4th girlfriend thinks I proposed to her yesterday, and my superhero colleagues can hardly remember the shit I've done, because it wasn't even me that did it, apparently. Guess it's to be expected...no matter how common they are, nothing about being a hero is defined under normal..
Of course, I still kinda exist. Some particularly smart cookies are capable of keeping knowledge of my quirk and myself in their heads, but it doesn't last long. If I'm doing legitmately normal shit, not much will change aside from some words and mannerisms. For whatever cruel ass reason, knowledge of my quirk is considered normal, but everything outside of the name and description gets muddy. Hell, usually they forget I'm the one who's holding it.
I guess it's not too bad, really. I hardly have use for money since me carrying anything is normal, including stuff that isn't mine. I hear some really good gossip since nobody worries about me listening in since it's normal. I have never been pulled over because...normal people don't speed? I actually don't understand what InfoHazard defines as normal sometimes. One time I was playing fucking NormalWatch while ignoring my girlfriend, and later she recalled how I spent the entire day treating her while she was bedsick with the flu. While it's pretty screwed up, isn't neglect, breakup, and not having a perfect relationship also normal in life? I've seen tons of failed relationships and...ugh, fuck it I don't know what normal is anymore. All I know is that, for the most part, normal is whatever I'm not.
Sometimes I think about how ashamed my younger self would be that I turned out like this...
I'm gonna take a shower and kill myself. Might come back to this later if I don't.
