Ochako would grow up through the year. The now titled "Cataclysm of Hosu" falling into the memories of many. A national tragedy that costed very little in physical terms for each building destroyed, each crater made and for every store leveled had been fixed. In some sort of last testament to the supposed Ideals of a true villain. 1,298 had luckily been the extent of the deathcount. Still horrendous by today's standards.
Said ideals had been leaked to the public and inspired a new wave of lower and more petty criminals to engage in villainy. Most who seeked to follow the five villainous tenant's that the cataclysm had brought. Others seeking to contest such sick ideals, and show that Cataclysm was nothing more than a broken child.
Ochako would grow into a healthy fifteen years old dead set on becoming a hero. Striving to reach her goal by training everyday jogging until she one day took a small breather under a bridge only to be ambushed by a gooish monster intending on wearing her like a skin. Only to be saved by her idol the number one hero All-Might which would drag Ochako down the path of becoming the number one hero.
That would walk her down the path of becoming number one hero. The well worn seven times used path of becoming the inheritor of One For All! Ochako as it's inheritor. Meanwhile since the Hosu disaster Endeavor had been hospitalized stuck in a coma due to the over usage and strain his quirk placed on him. Thus leaving his wife alone with their many children. But these aren't those stories.
Our story is where Izuku Midoriya is at. Izuku groaned as he slowly awoke checking his percentage by instinct and reading a measly one percent. A harsh sterile light floods into Izukus eyes as he opens them, his flesh against the cold floor and his arm sore as if he had gotten a shot.
As Izuku groans standing slowly a wave of nausea hits him as the memories flood back. His body shakes as he falls to the floor with a heavy thud as he curls in on himself. . . He should be panicking, stressing or something yet Izuku felt so blank. His skin barely covered by the hospital gown.
After a few moments of looking around all Izuku can see is concrete walls and a few lights on the roof. So bland and quiet, the only noise Izuku heard was the beating of his heart the sound was so precious that Izuku paid close attention to it as he calls out. "H-Hello?" His voice shaky and his skin clammy covered in a cold sweat.
Finally a panel slides open revealing the door Izuku raising his hopes. Perhaps this was a advanced prison or something, maybe they weren't going to isolate him forever in some super Max prison Izuku ask himself before going quiet as a old man hunched over with a pair of sharp silver eyes staring into Izukus eyes. A slightly weathered quality to his tone the old man smiles approaching the boy as the boy stand up.
As Izuku stares at this old man for a few seconds mustering the courage to speak only to grunt as the old man knees Izuku hard enough to break his nose. Izuku falls to the floor clutching his nose as the old man scoffs. "I am Silver. A supervillain of Immense intelligence and your new warden, usually I don't babysit but the client pays to well in this case."
Izuku clutches his nose groaning as he notices something. . . His percentage was stuck at 1% not even raising or lowering. His telekinesis was limited to a single blast his eyes widened in panic as the old man scoffs. "Think I'd let you ramp up? Far from it boy I'm here to weaken your mind. Apparently you had some strong mental defenses, but don't worry we'll make a homunculus out of you yet. This little drug should make it harder to feel stressed or actually ramp up from that pain."
The old man says before spitting on Izuku's pale broken bleeding body as he leaves.
Essentially quirkless Izuku could do so little through the year being driven further into madness in the plain room. No bed or sink to sleep or drink from, a metallic tang poisoning the very air itself the food and water. Each day the old man would visit as the only break from the absolute silence that filled the room. From the sheer madding white that filled the brightly lit room. Through the months the old man named Silver checked in rarer and rarer. Despite the pain each visit brought, Izuku cherished the moments for they were his only break from the silence and madness.
Days mixed into month's and Izuku's attempts to simply end the silence and suffering were meet with more constraints from the old man. But out of spite or a simple burning hate Izuku always sat silent refusing to say much, the green haired boy latching onto one single idea as twisted as it was. The idea he would be Ochakos villain again. That he would be able to once more gain that rush of pleasure from protecting the only thing in this world he still loved. Sure he idolized All-Might but that paled in comparison to the girl he admired.
Izuku would lay there each day feeling his muscles weakening as his skin kept growing far to pale for anyone to rightfully be. Even when he had to use the bathroom there was little Izuku could resort to besides a single corner that would be cleaned out by some sort of robot every month? Those little robot's that flew in from the panel soon became his tool for measuring time. Time which Izuku used to count each minute in each hour. Then each hour in each day to help him keep track of day's. Perhaps the worst part of the pain that would wrack his thinning body was the simple fact that he was powerless.
He, the boy who had fought head on with his Idol and many other heroes. Who had been titled after a natural disaster brought so low by a simple yet clever old man. But each night Izuku fell asleep he dreamed of the many fight's he and his Ocha would be stuck in until the pair grew old and frail. Each night Izuku would dream of this in silence as the bright lights constantly shined down on him. The bright light's struggling to keep Izuku awake when Izuku was truly exhausted at time's.
His dream was filled with him and his precious Ocha constantly outwitting, surprising or beating the other. A true hero that would smile as their true villain attempted to beat the other both sides desperately evolving in a effort to truly win only to lose at the very end. These are the thoughts that Izuku used to hold in his word's refusing to speak once in Izuku's own personal form of payback. Izuku even pondered if one day his precious Ocha would have heroic friends to try and beat him, Izuku supposed that was fair Hero's teamed up all the time.
Izuku's silence would last for so long even as he was curbed stomped, Even when his hair had been completely shaved painfully and roughly so that his head would bleed as he was truly denied to be allowed to feel. This drug essentially robbing Izuku of the chance of feeling any emotion that would raise his percentage which was teasingly always stuck at 1% no matter how harsh the beating.
Eventually after a year had passed, as the old man walked into the room cocky smile on his face like always the old man would say "It's your lucky week. I won't be here this week so my drones will ensure you're taken care." The old man would giggle as he stalked forward to Izuku saying. "That damned school should have never choose the rat. Oh I'll show them, Ill make sure they all see how Nezu let his precious student's get gutted."
Izuku froze tensing up at those words as vague foggy memories came to the front of his mind. Memories on the tip of his tongue as it slowly clicks into place. Nezu the principle of U.A the school were his precious rivals would be raised.. .Where his Ocha in all her genius would undoubtedly be in. Izuku's deluded mind whispered to him to stand, as Izuku feel's it. Either a hallucation of his madness and emotion, or actual feeling. This man wanted to gut his beloved hero?
Izuku lets his dry and pained throat form a single growl scratchy and rough undoubtedly filled with phlegm. The old man raises a eyebrow chuckling as he crouches down saying. "Oh? Know someone from there? Perhaps that's the ticket to breaking you. . .Their dead bodies". Izuku could feel it far better now.
Something alien in the back of his head, something strange and fuzzy burrowing it's way through Izuku's mind. Something alien yet familiar howling to be let loose from the bar's that caged it screaming as the thought of his dead Ocha filled his eye's with rage. Izuku's sharp green eye's meeting with the old man's out of rage as his skinny arm's begins to slowly push himself up only to receive a swift boot to the head keeping him on the ground as the old man chuckles. "This is the biggest response I've gotten so far. . .What changed?" The old man say's ignoring the blood coming from Izuku's temple chopping it up to his kick. Izuku's head to the floor allowed Izuku to hide his face. For if the old man saw the smile on Izuku's face he would be concerned.
Izuku over the months had not seen a single change in percentage till now as the blood from his temple increased pouring down the size of the boy's face as the percentage rises. The beast in the back of his head gnawing at it's cage and breaking the bar's as the percentage reaches 25%. Rising by ten percent with each kick to the head that the old man delivered.
Izuku felt something new about his power- As if ever since he reached 100% it had gotten far stronger. As he finally reaches 50% a new level of rush entered him, this new tier being far stronger then his old one as the sociopathic tier takes control. The old man's leg raises but never falls as Izuku slowly lifts himself up with a smile as he feels that beast in the back of his head howling for this old man's blood the cage that contained the beast now gone.
Izuku fulfills the beast desire and crushes the old man with ease. A flare of numbness rushing over izuku getting rid of the pain as he smiles a new maniac shine to his eyes as he flew forward so weak and fragile as he enters the old man's hidden lab and taking a labcoat for himself as one single thought fuels him forward. To protect his Ocha from whoever dared attack her. The calamity was rising once more to bring his wrath. . .First Izuku wanted a shower and some food more than anything else maybe a new suit.
