A.N: The long awaited return. Enjoy.
"Without a quirk, it's unrealistic that you can become a hero, Young Midoriya."
His words echoed.
His words hurt.
They hurt badly.
Izuku had started to smell. After the revelation of his former friend's death and that he couldn't be a hero, he'd spent the last three or four days cooped up in his room. Only one thing had crossed his mind in the ten minutes he'd been awake, and ironically, it was a question.
Why?
Why should a fourteen year old child be forced to go through all this emotional trauma, only to come through with nothing? Who's decision was this? Who wanted to watch this?
*CREAK*
Izuku perked up.
His mother had entered for the first time in days.
"Izuku honey, you need to take a shower and go outside."
"Mom, I-"
"Stop. Just...leave the house."
His mother was upset.
He hated seeing his mother upset."I...I'll go mom."
His mother left.
Soon after, he did too.
-a f e w m i n u t e s l a t e r-
There was something off. In a central district, with thousands of residents (near U.A mind you), nobody was seen. It was as if the rapture had happened, a shocking scene to behold. Apartment buildings had open doors, certain lights in certain places were on and off, clothes were out drying and the rain was starting to pour, but yet...nobody was there. They can't have upped and left, surely.
They haven't.
Whatever this force at play was, it was unpleasant.
And it wasn't peaceful.
Heavy boots thumped into the ground, nearing ever closer by the second.
The rain poured with increasing intensity.
"RRRAGARRHH!" a voice roared out.
The puddles splashed everywhere.
He felt something near.
It's closing in on you. React.
Izuku stood still.
Now!
He felt it coming nearer.
Move!
He didn't move.
'No need.'
'Precisely.'
Another voice joined in, and the rain, the attack, the wind, the hands on his watcg and even the ambient noises just stopped.
Rain stood still in the air, perpetually stuck.
The new voice was either fucking with him or he had a quirk.
Whichever it was, he was sure as hell glad that the yellow guy was punching into the goliath, moving the monster even as it was forever stuck by a chain held together by time.
And then, his watch hands ticked again, and the world rushed by around him, whizzing back to life.
Izuku smiled.
They were going to see his world the way he wanted to see it, with nobody to challenge him.
