On this day, Izuku Midoriya, twelve years old, decided that he lived a worthless life.
School ended roughly an hour ago. Normally, he would be back at his home by now, perhaps even enjoying a fruit smoothie that his mother prepared.
Yet, today, he found himself wandering about the streets aimlessly, while Ka-chan's advice played in his head like a bad tune that he couldn't forget.
Perhaps… The boy realized. I really should just kill myself and hope to be reborn with a Quirk.
As the pedestrian crossing light flashed red, Izuku walked towards the middle of the street, right in front of an oncoming truck.
At least that was what would have happened, had a hand not reached out to him and jerked him back.
"Watch where you're going, kid. The light is red." The woman stated tonelessly, her sharp golden eyes fixed unwaveringly on the path in front of her, not even sparing the boy that she rescued a second glance.
Yet, despite the black medical mask that clasped over her mouth, Izuku could tell that the lady was quite pretty.
That's kind of the point… Izukuwanted to say. He wanted to die.
Instead he simply nodded his head and gave a meek "thank you".
His word didn't draw a response. When the pedestrian light turned green again, the lady simply walked ahead, her long raven hair swaying in the air, as if waving goodbye.
He never saw that woman again for the rest of that year. Though, he could never get her face out of his head.
"I wonder if that lady has a sickness?" He wondered aloud to himself one day as he struggled with his homework.
He certainly hoped that it wouldn't be the case.
Izuku Midoriya tried to end his life again shortly after his thirteenth birthday.
This time, he tried to do so in a desolate alleyway with a pocket knife. He could have done it privately and publicly in the bathtub of his house. But, for some reason, he decided to do it outside.
Perhaps, a part of him wished that that lady would show up again…
That she would show up to save him… like how a guardian angel would.
This time… she didn't show up to stop him.
As he pressed the knife down into his wrist and dragged, there was still no sight of that lady.
So...This is the end, huh…
He thought to himself.
A strange drowsiness overtook him shortly after, and Izuku felt his eyes start to droop.
Just when he thought he was about to take an eternal slumber, a pair of golden eyes passed him by and snapped him awake.
Apparently she was just out on a stroll when she came across him by accident.
"Oh, it's you again." She once again spoke in a tone devoid of emotions. This time, she was accompanied by a handsome man dressed in white hood.
The lady's golden eyes slid to the open wound on his wrist.
"Ah...suicide…"
She spoke as if it was a mundane, ordinary, trivial thing.
"It looks like you too have been driven mad by this diseased society."
She raised a gloved hand and extended it towards Izuku. By now, Izuku was too weak to move even a muscle.
"If you want to die… Why don't you come with me?"
What he felt next was a brief mind-numbing pain as his body was torn apart.
He passed out a second later.
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"I don't understand." Kurono complained as he opened the door of the Shie Hassaikai compound with his free hand. "We should have just left the boy behind."
To make it worse, his childhood friend made him carry the unconscious boy back.
The lady with golden eyes shrugged. "Our organization is nowhere near what it used to be. We can't afford to be too strict with our recruitment policies."
"Besides…" She looked over towards the sleeping boy. "Showing the old man that we rescued a stray from the streets might finally get me on his good side again."
"Huh… Quirkless?"
Izuku Midoriya nodded nervously at the lady's inquiry. He kept his gaze low towards the ground, his hands clenched into balls by his knees.
He shifted his weight uncomfortably on the living room sofa, doing anything to avoid looking at the girl sitting opposite of him.
The secret was out of the bag. He now expected to be insulted and abandoned.
"Ha. It turns out you're one of the clean ones." A hint of a twinkle shone within the depths of the woman's eyes.
Clean?
This was the first time that someone reacted to his quirklessness in such a positive manner.
"Tell me, what is your name, young boy? What do you want to do in the future?"
"My name is Izuku." Izuku answered eagerly, high from the woman's earlier praise. "In the future, I wish to become a Pro Hero! Just like All Might!"
The lady's expression hardened. Her pretty eyes that often mesmerized him now seemed a tad bit eerie as they peered into his soul.
"It's best that you forget such a dangerous dream. I would hate to see you get hurt."
"Ummm…" Izuku opened his mouth, but was unsure how to continue.
"It's Chisaki. You can call me Chisaki…"
"Chisaki-san… What do you do for a living?"
"Well…" She looked contemplative. "We're merchants."
"Merchants? What kind?"
"Medicinal supplies." She responded without missing a beat. Her eyes then flicked to the clock fixed up on the wall. "It looks like it is getting late. We will have to get you home."
Although Izuku agreed with that statement, a part of him was a bit reluctant to leave. After a year of yearning for her, he finally managed to see her again.
"Would you mind if I come and visit again?"
The woman nodded. "Of course, anytime." She then looked towards the white hooded man waiting for them by the door.
"Kurono. You don't mind escorting this boy back home, do you?"
"Haaaaa?" The man sounded annoyed. "Why should—" Something he saw seemed to cause him to pause and swallow his pride. "Fine. What's his address?"
The next time he visited was on a Sunday. This time, his mom insisted on tagging along, despite his protests.
Evidently the woman was a bit apprehensive about letting her son spend time around an older woman.
To their surprise, the person who opened the door was a tall elderly man dressed in a black haori.
"And you're?" The man asked as he peered down upon them, the sheer presence and authority that he exuded was enough to cause Izuku to cower slightly behind his mother.
"Oh? It's Midoriya." The golden-eyed woman said as she approached the door.
"Is this someone you know, Chisaki?" The old man asked with a look of suspicion.
"Yeah. It's a friend that I met on the street."
Izuku smiled slightly at the lady's usage of the word "friend". This was the first time that he had someone refer to him in such a way.
They ended up being invited in by Chisaki where they promptly sat down and enjoyed some tea.
Although Inko Midoriya was weary at first. She soon became charmed by how traditional the household seemed to be.
Izuku came to visit more frequently after that. Even if Chisaki found his presence annoying, she never spoke up about it.
There was something about the woman that brought him comfort.
He felt like even if the rest of the world continued to deceive him, Chisaki never would.
If he could have any wish, then he would wish to spend an eternity with Chisaki.
The evening air was filled with the labored breathing of a boy as he dragged along the limp body of his beloved.
When the last of his strength escaped him, he fell clumsily to the ground and struggled to get up.
"Chisaki-san…Please go on without me..." He cried out in vain.
The woman shook her head as she propped her body against a nearby wall. They were out on the open, deserted street, in a neighborhood that once housed Chisaki's home.
"It's no use." She commented as she placed a hand over the gaping wound on her waist. "Even if I run, they will catch up to me immediately..."
The villains came out of nowhere. One second, he was playing shogi with Chisaki. The next second, the door to the house flew across the living room. What ensued was a huge brawl that resulted in the destruction of Chisaki's house.
"Why did villains attack us?" Izuku asked aloud, tears of fear rolling down his cheeks. "Where are the heroes? Why is no one coming to help us?"
"This is the byproduct of the Hero Society that you idolized." Chisaki spoke bluntly. "Villains and heroes will fight each other, and the ones caught in the middle will become collateral damage."
"Huh?"
Chisaki didn't give him much time to process her words. "...They're probably after someone's Quirk."
"Someone's Quirk?"
"Maybe it's mine or maybe it's…" The woman stopped herself mid-sentence and looked away, towards the ground, as if deep in contemplation.
"I hope Kurono managed to sneak Eri away…" She whispered to herself, but Izuku managed to hear it.
"Who is this E-?"
He was quickly interrupted.
"Say, Izuku...You don't mind becoming one with me, right?"
"HUHHHHHHH?" Izuku's face flushed in embarrassment as he thought the woman was joking.
She looked at him with a face that sported not even a ghost of mischievous grin, one of her eyes scrunched close in pain.
Yet, even when beaten, battered, and covered in her own blood, Izuku still couldn't help but think of her as clean and pristine—almost like a clipped-winged angel.
"Even if I run…they will continue chasing after me. But, you...you might be different." Chisaki stumbled her way back onto her feet, her balance inhibited by her injuries, yet she continued to march towards him, powered solely by her will.
In the darkness of the night, her golden eyes shone with a spine-chilling madness.
"...I…" Izuku tried to speak but couldn't find his voice, nor could his body find the strength to move away.
It quickly became clear that despite her question, Chisaki wasn't looking for consent.
"This is the first time that I'm doing this…" The woman confessed as she grabbed Izuku's head with one hand and grabbed her own with her other hand. "Even I don't know what will happen. Or whose consciousness will survive."
Both of their bodies started to crack, like egg shells under pressure.
"But just remember this, Izuku. Neither heroes or villains are our allies. We must survive and get revenge for Shie Hassaikai. We must return the world back to normal…"
Shie Hassaikai? Return the world back to normal? Izuku could only listen wide-eyed as things that he didn't understand were fed to him. Meanwhile, the cracks on his body continued to expand, past his head, past his neck, past his ankles.
"And remember, to look for Eri…"
The second those words hit the air, both of their bodies exploded like a popped zit, their shadows on the wall disappeared. Their flesh and blood intermingled, and pasted themselves onto a new skeletal frame.
The eyes of the reborn amalgamation snapped open, revealing dichromatic colors of gold and green. He clenched his fists, then unclenched, as if to test his bodily functions.
On that day, he was no longer Izuku Midoriya nor was he alone.
A/N: Anyways, I have decided to make Overhaul a female for lulz.