Izuku the Phoenix
Chapter 3
Izuku found himself at the beach for the second time this week. Vaulting over the railing, he landed with a soft thud, the sands shifting beneath his feet.
Public quirk usage was technically illegal. Kind of like how a person would drive five kilometers past the speed limit. Illegal by the strictest definition of the law and liable to any damages it may cause, but people usually wouldn't mind it as long as you didn't cause any problems.
The beach and all its garbage heaps would serve to hide his not-so-legal activities from view. The stench alone was enough to keep people away.
He placed his backpack by a rusty freezer and grabbed the small, unused notebook he'd brought.
He flipped it open to the first page. At the top, it read; Quirk analysis, subject: Izuku Midoriya.
The sight was enough to make his eyes sting with unshed tears. He rubbed an arm over his eyes and sniffed.
For so long, he'd held onto his dream of becoming a hero, despite being quirkless. Well, now he had one.
The revelation of his newfound power had lit a fire within him that burned stronger with each passing second.
As a start, he'd done some research and jotted down thoughts on his quirk.
Quirk manifested on the 4th of September 2XXX, after school, at the age of 14.
When hit by a minor explosion to the throat/chest area, the affected area burst into flames. The fact that I felt no pain when hit by Katsuki's quirk, and my chest returned to its previous unharmed state, leads me to believe that my quirk is regenerative, or perhaps, damage negating in nature. I'm unsure how the fire aspect plays into it, however.
In a way, it could be likened to heat therapy, which is used to improve circulation and blood flow, and raise the temperature around a specific area that has been injured or is experiencing pain of some kind.
I read that heat can relax injured muscles, heal damaged tissues and improve flexibility. It's also known to calm pain flare-ups, soothe muscle tension, stiffness, and even chronic back pain.
My best guess is that the fire and pain negating effects of my quirk are linked. Something like a hyper charged version of heat therapy.
My fires are blue and yellow. The color of a flame, is a result of either the fuel or the heat. When caused by heat, they should burn at around 1000 to 1600 degrees Celsius. The other possibility, the more likely of the two, is that the color is a result of the fuel.
Through a quick search on the net, I learned that fires can turn blue and yellow if you use carbon as a fuel. Considering the fact that humans are carbon based life, this seems very much possible. What puzzles me, is that I felt no heat when using my quirk. And if I remember correctly, neither did Katsuki. My clothes weren't damaged either.
Me not feeling the heat could be chalked up to a heat resistance that comes with the power itself. My clothes have no such protection though.
Izuku put the notebook down with a thoughtful frown. Having a quirk that healed him was awesome, regenerative powers were rare, but in and of themselves, they weren't all that powerful.
The pain negating effect made up for it though. He was essentially unkillable as long as he could keep up the regeneration. How long that was, remained to be seen. Putting the notebook down, he stepped closer to the shoreline, and prepared to summon his flames.
He lifted an arm, palm facing out over the water, and willed the flames to emerge.
For a moment there was utter silence, Izuku staring intently at his hand.
Minutes passed with no result, and he closed his eyes, brows knotted together in concentration. He visualized the flames in his mind, blue like the summer sky and yellow like the sun.
For a heartbeat there was nothing, before he felt the slightest tingling race through his arm. He reacted instantly, eyes shooting open.
Licking up his knuckles and shimmering in the fading light of the afternoon, was a small bluish flame speckled with yellow.
He smiled. Smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. That was his quirk. His quirk!
Gingerly, he brought the hand closer, and prodded it gently with a finger. True to his observations, it didn't burn. No warmth whatsoever.
When he noticed the flame getting weaker, he tried to recall the feeling that had heralded its resurgence.
Slowly, it grew... And grew... Engulfing parts of his limited edition All Might hoodie' sleeves.
"Wha-" ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit.
He flailed his arm about frantically until the flames died down, revealing unburnt sleeves.
That's right. They don't burn, do they.
He chuckled sheepishly, feeling silly for overreacting.
Absently, he wondered if getting wet would have any affect on him. Endeavor didn't have any such weakness, but his own flames seemed to adhere to rules of their own.
He unlaced his shoes and put them to the side, removed his socks, and drew up his pant legs.
The water felt cool on the skin, and the wet sand shifted smoothly beneath his feet. Small waves sloshed against his shins, and he took a second to just enjoy the sensation. Crouching, arms elbow-deep in the water, he drew a breath to center himself, but before he could even think to draw out his powers, he felt the strength leech out, and tiredness wash over him.
He panicked, jerked onto wobbly feet and stumbled backwards, almost tripping over in his hurry to get back on shore.
Once out, the strength returned to his limbs, and he steadied himself warily.
"What was that..." he whispered.
Some type of weakness to water had been expected, but not this.
Washing his hands at home hadn't affected him any, so maybe it had to do with the amount of time he could spend in contact with water? Or did the weakness kick in when a certain amount of his body was drenched?
He creeped closer to the sea, and tried again.
.
.
Nothing. No affect.
So it had to do with how much of his body was submerged. Interesting.
Some time later, his phone rang. His mother warned him it was getting dark, asking him to be back soon. So, he tugged the socks back on and stepped into his shoes, grabbed his bag, and headed home.
The door clicked shut behind him, at the same time as his mother appeared in the corridor.
"Izu, you're home late, you know I don't like you staying out after dark." She scolded.
"Yeah, sorry, lost track of time."
She waited patiently for him to remove his shoes, "Izu, why'd you go to the beach? You said you were there yesterday too, and you were acting a bit strange as well." she eyed him worriedly.
"Yeah... About that." He met her eyes and grinned. Before he lifted a hand and summoned his flames. "Mom, I have a quirk."
AN:
Here you go, another chapter. It isn't much, but I wanted to highlight Izuku's analytical mind. He has spent his entire life obsessed with quirks, analysing them and such. So, I kind of wanted to incorporate that into the story.
Some might wonder why I chose this specific Devil Fruit. And there are a couple of reasons.
1. His dad is said to have a fire breathing quirk and his mother has a psychic quirk. Marco is shown to be able to manipulate his feathers as he wishes, so I thought it kind of made sense. Besides, there are too many fire quirk users in MHA, so I didn't want to go with Ace's fruit.
2. Water is the natural counter to fire, so his weakness to water won't seem weird to others. If he had Luffy's Gum-Gum fruit, it'd be pretty strange for him to have a weakness to fire. Same with other DF's.
3. It's a very unique DF.