4 years without writing half a word of fanfic and he came up with a new one, how curious, isn't it?
My Latin American politician-worthy absence aside, I come with a new story idea that's been on my mind for years. Yes, the same years I haven't updated The Last Knight **Cof cof**.
The summary of the idea of this story is the typical "Izuku has a quirk and something happens that doesn't let him use it and blah", not very original at first, but I'll try to give quite a few divergences to the story.
The only confirmed ship is IzuOcha, the rest will be released as we go along. Izuku won't get One For All at first (he probably won't get it ever). Also, I will be creating some oc's and will explore/modify some quirks of known characters.
Not much more to add, so let's get started.
WARNING: This story contains violence, deep depressive thoughts, self-harm and dark themes in general. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, read at your own risk or refrain.
Chapter 1: El día de mi suerte.
The jungle is a wild and dark place, where only the fittest survive. Those with the least heart will be best received among the trees that touch heaven and the leaves that hide hell. There is no horror purer than that of nature itself, no death more honest than that which perishes before the beautiful and murderous creatures that dwell therein. But what happens when this pure horror is tainted by creatures equally cruel but lacking in beauty?
Mankind left the forest a long time ago, and should never have gone back in there. The hills serve only as a graveyard for help cries that will never be heard. The acres of fertile land no longer grow fruit and vegetables but bones and rotting flesh. The fields are not for running and smelling the flowers in bliss but for trying to escape a cruel fate.
In these wild lands, flowers have more blood than pollen.
Instead of birdsong, the metallic sound of guns emptying their magazines.
In the middle of the jungle, two indeterminate groups were facing each other; all of them in soldier costumes, carrying rifles, machine guns. Others showed off their unique skills given to them by Satan himself. And so, the forest burned, and the trees came alive to pierce human bodies while stone structures tried to stop the fury of the plants.
Bloodshed was the goal of this confrontation, spraying the floors full of leaves and limbs of nameless soldiers who will never be remembered. Amidst all the blood, the bones grown in the earth came to life, piercing skulls, torsos, hands, legs and anything else within reach.
In the midst of that massacre, a man screamed like a wild animal, receiving blasts of cold metal in his body, being stabbed by knives that seemed to have a life of their own. The man made animal screamed unmoving, moving forward despite the pain.
You could see his expression, the marked anger, the eyes dilated with pain and adrenaline. His body covered in blood from head to toe, unmoved by the savagery he was experiencing and unfolding around him.
That man's scream could be heard over the sound of the guns, the explosions, the fire burning flesh, the flesh being mutilated, the horror movie screams. The fury of that animal in a human body reached beyond the trees to the red-tinged sky.
Then there was silence.
Colombia, year 2250.
In a dark room, engulfed by heat and humidity, a man stood up in exaltation, sitting on his bed with his body completely covered in sweat. The expression on his face was a strange amalgam of terror and anger. It was a couple of minutes before the man was able to stabilize his breathing. Sitting up in bed, he ran his hands through his sweat-damp hair.
Carefully, he rose from the bed, revealing his stocky, broad body, along with his 185 cm height. The man made his way to a worn bathroom, where he washed his face and paused for a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror.
The man in question appeared to be between thirty and forty years old, his face was hard, with wrinkles marked by stress and two small bony and pointed protuberances on his cheekbones, one on each cheek; he had a full beard a little unkempt, dark complexion and deep brown eyes that almost reached the black of the abyss. His wavy brown hair reached almost to his shoulders and was quite unkempt. He had quite a bit of body hair, both on his chest and arms, giving him an appearance that could be compared to that of a grizzly bear. He was currently shirtless, only his army badges were around his neck and he was wearing simple shorts.
The room was rustic, like a small hut, there were clothes and bottles everywhere and a small cooler whose cold was been already abandoned.
The thirsty bear man searched and searched and found a bottle of water, which he drank with pure anxiety due to the temperature of the place. Then, rummaging through his clothes and tables, he found a simple cell phone. Turning it on, he found some missed calls and a message that interested him.
- "It's today." - It said in the message. The large man stared at the message appreciatively, his brown eyes showing no emotion, he was simply judging something imperceptible to the eye. With a sigh, he put the cell phone away.
He then began to organize his things, taking his clothes and folding them sparingly, then stuffing them into a large green luggage suitcase. Next, he went to take a shower; the shower was not at all luxurious and the water was cold, although given the temperatures the latter seemed more of an advantage.
That imposing man soon found himself dressed formally, in black dress pants, black leather shoes, a white shirt, black tie and a black sleeveless buttoned vest.
A knock on his door was heard.
- Colonel García, your transport has arrived. - Said a voice in Spanish on the other side of the door.
He grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door.
Once opened, he found a soldier standing firmly by the door frame greeting him. Then he could appreciate the place where he was; it was a rustic military base in the middle of the bush, all the buildings were huts. Soldiers were coming and going in pickup trucks, marching and exercising.
In front of the cabin, there was a man in a soldier's uniform with a military truck behind him. The now Colonel García approached the man, greeting him with a slight nod.
- Hello Mi Coronel, Lieutenant Torres at your service. I am in charge of taking you to the extraction zone, there a helicopter is waiting for us to take you to Bogota. - Lieutenant Torres informed, earning a nod from the colonel who had already stowed his luggage and was getting into the vehicle followed by Torres.
When Torres started the vehicle, the music player began to play.
- Cuando niño, mi mamá se murió, solito con el viejo me dejó… –
Accompanied by music, the trip that lasted no more than 10 minutes ended. They arrived at a clear area that served as a heliport. Once there, Colonel García got off with his luggage, approaching the waiting helicopter.
- Mi Coronel, I want you to know that it was an honor to fight under your command. I will never forget the times you saved our lives. Good luck on your new journey. - Lieutenant Torres said, making the military salute while the colonel put his luggage in. The wavy-
haired man looked at the young soldier, recognizing him from many operations where he was under his command.
- Good luck to you, kid. - Those were the first words spoken of the day by the colonel, who put a hand on the lieutenant's shoulder before boarding the helicopter.
As the machine rose, the colonel gazed with dead eyes at the great clusters of jungle fauna. More corpses could be found there than in a cemetery. The brown man's gaze could be mistaken for nostalgia, but nothing could be further from the truth.
After a long three-hour trip, the colonel's eyes caught sight of large buildings and consequently the great metropolitan city of Bogota. There, where the cold is sinister and the air is so thick that it was hard to breathe, the so-called "La Nevera" city.
The era of quirks had hit Colombia as well as the whole world. When the first case of a super human ability was registered in the Andean country in Bogota, in the year 2026, one year after the first case in China. The civil war that it unleashed was of greater magnitude than those that plagued the country in the 19th and 20th centuries. The greatest conflict was between 2030 and 2035, a 5-year civil war that left Colombia without 30% of its population. The so-called "Colombian Meta-human Civil War". After that devastating war, more "minor" conflicts followed throughout the country until global normalization, where a reformed UU. NN. helped bring order to most countries to regulate meta-human abilities, between the years 2120 and 2130, after a century of pure chaos where the world's population was reduced by 20%.
Currently, there are still conflicts within the country, in addition to a war against its twin country Venezuela that had already lasted three years and counting.
The helicopter arrived directly at El Dorado airport, where it was greeted by a very familiar face upon landing.
As soon as he got out of the helicopter, he grunted under his breath. In front of him, there was a tall woman, approximately 170 cm, white complexion, dark hair and green eyes; the woman was wearing a particular costume, a kind of armor in the purest Amazonian style, with the particularity that the range of colors was that of the Colombian flag.
- Did you enjoy the trip, mi coronel? - the girl asked, with a somewhat mocking tone as she looked at the bearded man with a mischievous smile. García looked at her wearily as he walked with luggage in hand.
- Cut the crap, what are you doing here? - He asked with an almost threatening tone, earning a look of fear from the other men in suits who were present. The woman, however, only laughed a little.
- Can't I come to say goodbye to a friend and colleague? - She asked suspiciously without dropping her mocking tone.
- We are not friends, and I am late for my flight. If that was all, goodbye. - Said the colonel with weariness, starting to walk with his luggage. The woman did not follow him with her eyes as the man continued walking behind her.
- Come on, Simón, don't be like that. You see, after today I'm not going to see you anymore. - She said, finally turning to the man.
The now-named Simón paused for a moment and sighed. He looked over his shoulder at the woman.
- What do you want, Isabella? - He asked tiredly, earning a victorious look from the woman, who walked toward him.
- I told you, say goodbye to a friend. And maybe understand better why one of the country's most powerful heroes is leaving us to go to the other side of the world. - The woman's smile was dying as she spoke, finally settling on a neutral gaze and a slightly frown.
Simón sighed for the third time that day, thinking for a moment until he finally turned to look at the woman. Dead brown eyes clashed against Isabella's lifelike green ones.
- I have already done a lot for this piece of land; an opportunity came my way and I took it. It's as simple as that. - Said the man frankly, without a moment's hesitation. The black-haired woman hardened her gaze a little.
- Sort of speak, you abandon us in the middle of a war. What could be so juicy that you agreed to go to China? - the woman asked in an aggressive tone. This time it was Simón who hardened his gaze.
- Where I go and why is none of your business, Amazona. You left the jungle years ago, it's time for me to leave it. - Proclaimed the man, using the girl's hero name.
- I left the jungle to be the number one heroine of the country, you're leaving the country, huevón. - She complained to him with a betrayed voice.
Isabella Delmar, better known as La Amazona Tricolor, is Colombia's number one heroine. With her Quirk called "enchanted forest", she is able to manipulate and create flora.
Simón grunted tiredly, looking at his cell phone noting that the time of his flight was very close.
- Listen, Isabella, I don't have time to argue with you. Think what you want, I've done more for this hijueputa country than any other shitty hero. I've been in service for many years, I'm leaving because I earned it. - The older man said in a tired and fed-up tone, looking furiously at Isabella. The heroine remained silent, looking thoughtfully at the man.
Simón had had enough, and grabbing his luggage again, he set off for his flight, leaving the woman behind.
- If an opportunity like mine comes your way, take it. Don't waste your life. Goodbye, Isabella. - The wavy-haired man finally said without stopping walking, until he finally left the black-haired woman behind.
After going through all the filters, Simón finally found himself waiting for his plane, inside a minibar. He drank whiskey while watching the news on the TV. They were showing a report about the top 1 heroes of each country, being as always All Might (Japan) first, followed by Stars and Stripes (United States). The music in the bar accompanied the atmosphere.
- A los 10 años papá se murió, se fue con mamá para el más allá… –
The report ended with a local comparison between Amazona Tricolor and Stars and Stripes, with the North American sweeping the floor with the South American in terms of statistics. I snorted a little as I finished my whiskey and listened for the call of my plane.
- Passengers on the flight to Tokyo, please board. -
Simón made his way to the boarding area, showing his ticket. Fortunately for him, he was in first class, after all it was a 24+ hour flight.
As he walked to the plane, his cell phone began to ring. Seeing the caller ID, the older man answered.
- Moshi moshi. - Simón answered in Japanese, in a hoarse voice. He heard a high-pitched laugh from the other end of the phone.
- Hahaha! Practicing your Japanese, I see. - Replied that voice, also in Japanese. The brown-haired man grunted in response.
- I barely had a couple of months to practice. I hate yout damn language and your stupid kanji. - Replied the brown-haired man in a rather rushed Japanese.
- But look how well you pronounce insults, hahaha! I can switch to Spanish or English if that's more comfortable for you. - replied the voice between guffaws. Simón snorted, finally sitting down in his place, a rather large one with privacy, until a door which he immediately closed.
- No, I have to practice. Anyway, in one day I will be there and as there is no direct flight to Musutafu I have to take the train from Tokyo. - The Colombian answered slowly, hearing laughter from the other side of the phone, irritating him even more.
- Well, I'm glad you're so happy, Simón. I was just calling to check on your commute, I'll be waiting for you. - The voice said happily.
- Yeah, yeah, whatever, rata careverga. - The brown-haired man answered, saying the last words in Spanish, hanging up the call. Soon he found himself in the air, watching through the window as the great Bogota metropolis grew smaller and smaller, until it was lost in the clouds.
After a couple of hours, while sipping a vodka, he checked the plane's trajectory. He noticed that he had officially left Colombia. He looked out the window, and although he could only see clouds, he imagined that jungle land where he died so many times moving away in the horizon.
Something in his chest felt lighter, and taking a last swig of vodka, he leaned back in his bed-like seat, put on some headphones to listen to some music and closed his eyes.
- "No llores nene que tu suerte cambiará", ¿y cuándo será? –
Musutafu, Japan.
"Not all men are created equal", that was the conclusion that a simple green-haired boy came to using his life as evidence. In this society full of superhumans, where it is normal to see people with extra limbs, with strange shapes, where there are people able to break steel with their bare hands, able to control fundamental elements of existence as if they were breathing, it is difficult to redefine the concept of "normal". Today, 80% of the human population has a quirk, while the other 20% remains as the humans of yesteryear.
Already at the beginning of the 21st century what was considered normal was changing, and with the advent of quirks, the philosophers and thinkers of the following eras were lost in an ocean of doubt.
What makes a person normal if everything seems abnormal? If everyone is special then no one is? Or maybe, what makes you normal is the lack of abnormality.
At Aldera Middle School in the city of Musutafu, the same green-haired boy suffered the consequences of his own reflections, confusing and hurting him, both metaphorically and literally.
- Bakugo, I think you missed a spot on the left, hahaha! -
The boy who said that was laughing his head off along with his other classmates, all wearing black school uniforms. The reason for the laughter? Another of the students, a spiky-haired blond, whose red eyes could easily be mistaken for that of a cat lurking in the night, had another student by the legs as he used him as a mop to literally mop the bathroom floor covered in yellowish fluids of disgusting provenance.
That boy, with wavy and messy green hair, was trying his best to stand up somehow, failing in the attempt.
- Kacchan, please stop. - The boy said trembling, trying to look at the blond with his emerald eyes begging for mercy. Such pleas were answered with a look of pure anger, causing the blond to carve the red-eyed boy's head harder into the ground.
- How many fucking times have I told you to stop calling me that, you fucking Deku! It's Bakugo-Sama to you, you waste of air! - The blond student shouted in extreme anger, generating explosions from the palms of his hands to burn the helpless boy's legs.
Izuku Midoriya was the name of the victim. Katsuki Bakugo was the name of the victimizer. Why was one being used as a mop and the other enjoying being used as a mop? Simple:
"Not all men are created equal. "
Katsuki had been blessed with a powerful quirk, his sweat was in fact a substance identical to nitroglycerin, hence he could generate explosions with the palms of his hands by blowing up the sweat.
- I don't know how many times I'll have to teach you to respect me, Deku. You're so pathetic that you can't follow simple commands. Let's see if with this lesson today you learn that, if I tell you that your hair looks like a mop, then your hair is a fucking mop. - Bakugo spat, generating sparks in his hands, ready for an explosion. The green-haired boy, hearing the explosions, tensed up, and just before he received them, he felt his whole body tremble. He closed his eyes when the explosion finally came, but when the smoke dispersed, Izuku was no longer there, to the confusion of Bakugo and his companions.
One eyebrow twitched at Bakugo when he heard a whimper just behind them. Turning around, they all saw Midoriya sitting against the wall, holding his left arm as he groaned in pain.
- Tsk, looks like the coward chickened out again. - Growled the blond under his breath.
- Hahaha, look, he hurt his arm again with his own quirk, how stupid. - mocked another one of his companions.
Izuku was holding his left arm, because it was currently bleeding, staining his uniform. Katsuki snorted and shoved his hands in his pockets walking towards the exit being followed by his henchmen. As he passed by the green-haired boy, he tensed up trembling with fear.
- I don't even know why I bother to take shit out of you if you're such an asshole yourself that you hurt yourself. You're not even good at being a punching bag, piss hairs. Better kill yourself already, no one will miss you. - Said the blond with cold malice, leaving the bathroom while his companions laughed at his new nickname.
Izuku stood still for a couple of minutes, afraid that they would come back. Once he noticed that no one else was coming in, he slowly stood up. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he examined his wound. There was a crack in the flesh of his forearm, which already had several small to medium sized scars across its length and breadth. With water he cleaned the wound, and took some bandages out of his back pocket, tightly covering the wound and rolling down his sleeve.
Izuku looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. His dark circles under his eyes were so pronounced that they almost covered the freckles he had on each cheek, his round face expressed only sadness and anxiety. His hair, normally fluffy, was now soaked with the thousand pieces of crap that were in that bathroom. Using the hand soap desperately, Izuku washed his hair as best he could, not proving very effective. He checked his legs and sighed with relief that his uniform had not been burned.
Panicking, he remembered something and reached into one of the booths, successfully spotting a book floating in the toilet. He subtly picked it up, shaking it a bit to dry it. The young man had previously lined it, predicting situations similar to the one he had just experienced. The title of the book read, "Hero Analysis for the Future. Vol. No. 9."
With the book in his hands, he carefully walked out of the bathroom, noticing how many students began to look at him. Some with disgust, some with pity, and some with derision.
- Careful not to get the floor wet, piss hairs. - Some student scoffed, but Izuku didn't stop to see who it was, he simply went to get his backpack. To his luck, he was able to leave the school without any trouble.
Izuku had always wanted to be a hero; for as long as he could remember, he had been fascinated with the idea of saving people. He fell in love with the idea when, at the age of four, he saw the video of All Might's debut in Japan. What is now considered the world's mightiest hero was saving people while laughing and smiling. That scene made such an impression on the green-haired boy that being a hero became more than just a dream.
The green-haired kid wanted to have his own quirk so he could start his dream of being a hero. So, what happened?
He awakened his quirk.
Musutafu, Japan. Year 2241.
When Izuku was four years old, he finally started going to his medical sessions that would help him determine what his quirk was since that age is when people usually awaken their abilities.
Every child in the kindergarten already possessed a quirk, and that included his best friend, Katsuki Bakugo, or as he called him, "Kacchan".
- Hey, Izuku, when is your quirk going to wake up? Everyone in our class already has one, I'm tired of waiting for you. - Said the little red-eyed boy, looking fed up with his green-haired friend, who was playing absentmindedly with a ball with his eyes down.
- The doctor says that I am going to have a quirk, but that it may take a little longer because of my gene-genetaics. - The green-haired kid told him, catching himself on the last word. The blond snorted.
- It says "genetics", you moron. No wonder your quirk is late if you can't even speak properly, you look retarded. - Spoke the boy smugly, looking down at the emerald-eyed boy, who only felt guilty, feeling his eyes watering.
- Sorry, Kacchan. I promise I'll get my quirk soon so we can be heroes together. - Excitedly exclaimed the little boy, earning a snort from the blond.
- You'd better hope so. - Bakugo ended by saying.
Weeks passed and Izuku continued to attend his sessions with the doctor, however, his quirk still did not wake up, so the little boy began to get anxious. That situation worried his mother, a beautiful woman who was identical to her son, same hair and green eyes, although her eyes were a duller green while Izuku's were brighter.
- Doctor, I know you said that my Izuku-chan was going to get his quirk soon, but several months have already passed and all his classmates got their quirk. - Explained Mrs.
Midoriya, dismayed with the situation.
Doctor Tsubasa reviewed his notes and records, looking a little dismayed at the situation, although his reasons differed somewhat from those of the mother.
- Well, Mrs. Midoriya, your son indeed has everything to awaken his quirk. According to the results of the DNA tests, Izuku-chan possesses the Q gene actively, so he should be able to awaken his abilities at any moment. - The doctor explained, showing the results of the little red-haired boy, who did not understand anything except that he was going to get his quirk.
- But when will it be? - The boy asked with a puppy dog look holding up his All Might action figure. Dr. Tsubasa sighed.
- It's honestly hard to say when it will happen. The case has me dismayed, which leads me to it being an invisible Quirk or a more advanced mutation. After all, physical exams don't reveal that your son will inherit your telekinesis or your husband's fire breathing. We just have to be patient. - The doctor finished explaining, leaving the child sad and the mother worried.
That night, back home, Izuku spent the whole night watching videos of All Might saving people, wishing with all his strength that his quirk would wake up. The little green-haired boy fell asleep between silent cries, while his worried mother couldn't sleep that night.
Days went by, and Izuku tried to go on with his life, but it was difficult as everyone in kindergarten reminded him of his lack of quirk, even calling him "quirkless" in a derogatory way.
- Really, Izuku, I'm starting to think you're lying to us about your quirk. Are you afraid to tell us that you're a pathetic quirkless? - The blond asked mockingly as he, Izuku and a couple of other companions walked through a forest, with him leading the way.
- I-It's not like that, Kacchan. The Doctor said it may take a while because it's a mu- mutation. - Stammered the boy, flustered at the teasing of his friends.
- "The doctor said, the doctor said." To me the doctor is just pulling your leg. Face it, you're a Deku. - Said the boy mockingly, making everyone laugh.
- Deku? – The green-haired kid asked in confusion.
- Your name, Izuku, can be read as "Deku", the word means pathetic and useless. - Katsuki explained with a cheeky grin.
- Kacchan, don't be like that with me... - Izuku asked with sadness in his voice, being answered once again with only laughter.
The group of children were crossing a huge log that acted as a bridge between its ends, under the log there was a river. Katsuki, distractedly teasing his green-haired friend while generating explosions to guide the way, stumbled and ended up falling into the river.
- Kacchan! - shouted everyone, including Izuku, who watched in slow motion as his best friend fell into the river.
The green-haired kid felt a current of energy throughout his body, his eyes stung as he watched the blonde's figure fall into the water. In a moment, he was on top of the log with his other classmates, and in another instant, he felt his feet getting wet and in front of him was Katsuki looking at him with surprise. Izuku, without understanding very well, simply did the first thing his instinct told him.
He held out his hand to Bakugo as he looked at him worriedly.
- Kacchan, are you okay? – Asked the green-haired kid.
Katsuki didn't understand, he stared at Izuku's hand and then at his worried face. To the young blond, it was an insult that the greenette thought he needed help, especially from someone as pathetic as him.
- What the fuck, I don't need your damn help! – Katsuki suddenly shouted, slapping Izuku's hand with a bang.
- How did you get down there so fast, Midoriya? You were with us a second ago. – one of the classmates asked in confusion.
- I think I saw out of the corner of my eye how Midoriya lit up and suddenly he was down there, as if he had teleported. – Said one of the children, fascinated.
Izuku then understood as he rubbed his hand. His eyes filled with joy and brightness, and he smiled in the purest way possible.
- I woke up my quirk! – He exclaimed through the air, at Katsuki's angry look.
Izuku was quick to rush home. When he told his mom that his quirk had awakened, he burst into tears in her arms. Inko simply cooed to him while giving him tender words that only a mother can say to you.
Once in the doctor's office, he went through all the tests, and was even able to teleport one meter to his left. His quirk was named as "Teleportation".
In kindergarten, when he tried to demonstrate his quirk to his classmates and teachers, he was able to do it again, this time a couple of meters to the right, leaving his classmates surprised.
Everyone seemed pleased with the little greenette. All except one blond bombshell.
- Who the fuck cares about your quirk, Deku? That's a coward's quirk, the only thing you can do is run away and that's it, it's pathetic. – Exclaimed the blond, releasing his pent-up fury.
- But-but Kacchan, I really like my quirk. It can be used to help people, so if someone is in danger, I can go immediately to help, like with you. – Exclaimed the boy with emerald eyes, not knowing the mistake he had made. Katsuki's eyes grew redder.
- Danger? Me? When have I ever been in danger, you loser? You're the busybody who barged in where he wasn't wanted! I didn't need your help! – Melting in anger, Bakugo threw a blast into Izuku's face, knocking him to the ground as he clutched his face and screamed in pain.
- Uhh! Kacchan, why are you hitting me? – The little boy asked painfully, and that infuriated the blond even more.
Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the neck and started throwing explosions straight at his face, all to the dumbfounded gaze of his friends and the children in the park.
- Where's your teleportation, Deku? Dodge, teleport! Do something, you useless bastard! – Shouted the boy out of his mind, kicking the little boy who was writhing in pain from the burns.
- Kacchan, please stop! You're hurting me! – Cried the boy, whose face was burned all over, including the collar of his shirt.
The sight only enraged the blond even more, who began to load a more powerful blast into his right palm, with all the sweat he had from the courage it was going to be easy. He prepared to throw the blast at the poor kid.
- DIE! - shouted the blond.
Izuku saw in slow motion the sparks flying from his best friend's palm. He closed his eyes in fear.
The explosion was quite big, Katsuki had never done one like it. She immediately complained shaking his hand, it was so much that he even hurt herself a little. When the smoke cleared, he didn't see Izuku on the floor.
- Oh, my arm! – He heard a scream that made him turn around.
A few meters away from where he was, Izuku was on the ground, holding his arm.
Izuku had some kind of cut on his left arm, blood was pouring out. Katsuki looked at him confused for a few seconds, watching as one of his friends went in search of an adult and the others were interested in Midoriya.
Bakugo snorted and laughed a little.
- Ha, how pathetic. Your coward's quirk hurts you. Really, Deku, it would have been better if you had stayed quirkless. – He said with mockery and malice, pointing at him.
Izuku, in his physical and emotional pain, noticed how the other children were now also looking at him with mockery or, failing that, doubt.
Since that unfortunate day, Izuku could not use his quirk at will again, only when he was very scared.
Most of the times he was scared was because of Katsuki Bakugo. Every time Izuku used his quirk to run away from his supposed friend, half the time he would hurt his left arm or some other random body part.
- Mommy, can I still be a hero? – Asked the crying little boy, bedridden in a hospital bed for the tenth time due to self-inflicted wounds from the use of his quirk. Inko, seeing her broken baby with desperate gaze, didn't know what to say and simply threw herself at her baby to hug him.
- Oh, my Izuku, my baby, I am so sorry! – Cried and apologized the poor lady, while the younger -green-haired boy simply looked at nothing with teary eyes and dead expression.
He didn't understand why that was happening.
No one understood.
No one cared enough to understand.
Tokyo, Japan. Nowadays.
- Esperando mi suerte quedé yo, pero mi vida otro rumbo cogió… –
Simón took off his headphones after more than 24 hours of flying and listening to the same 20 songs on loop. He finally got off the plane, finding Tokyo to be warm due to the time of year.
It was not normal to see a western mulatto man and especially not one as intimidating as he was. He passed through immigration without any problems, noticing the surprised look of the agent, who returned his passport and visa with a smile.
- Welcome to Japan, García-San. – He welcomed him, pronouncing his last name in a crude but understandable way.
Once he got his things and walked out of the airport to the bus area, his cell phone started ringing again. He didn't have to see the caller ID.
- I'm here, I'm waiting for the bus you told me about in the messages. – The mulatto answered.
- Oh, that won't be necessary anymore. One of my employees happens to be in the area, he already has to go back to Musutafu, so I asked him to pick you up. I think you'll like traveling by private car better. – The laughing voice explained. Simón sighed in relief.
- Well, I'm already getting stressed out from being looked at so much, it's not like they've never seen a westerner before. – He complained in his coarse Japanese, not caring if they heard him.
- Well, rather than being western I would say it is simply your thunderous presence, Mr. Simón. – Said the voice with a laugh. The colonel had had enough.
- Well, how do I recognize the guy? – He asked wearily.
- Oh, don't worry, he'll recognize you. I have a feeling you'll get along just fine... Or maybe very badly. See you later! – With that last, he hung up the call.
Simón put away his cell phone and waited patiently. Before long, a plain black car parked in front of me. Curious, the colonel approached as the window rolled down.
- Simón García? – A tired voice asked. He looked at the man.
He was a man in his early thirties, he had a tired look, eyes and long black hair and a bit messy, along with a typical Japanese beard, or as Simón would say: "a 3-hair beard", although by Japanese standards the guy had quite a beard. In addition, he was wearing a kind of gray scarf that looked strange, along with a completely black suit.
- That's me. – Says the mulatto, nodding. The man nods and allows him to put his luggage in the trunk. Then he gets into the car in the passenger seat. The man looks sideways at him, analyzing the westerner.
- Shota Aizawa, a pleasure. – He introduces himself as he starts the car. The brown-haired man nods.
- My pleasure. - Simón answers politely. To the Colombian, his car companion seems very focused. Minutes passed and he could appreciate Tokyo through the window. The city was the perfect metropolis in many ways.
- How was the flight? – Shota asked suddenly after several minutes of silence.
- I slept most of the time, or at least I tried to. The rest of the time I tried to watch movies, but they sucked. – He expressed himself as best he could, but ended up saying a few words in English. Shota seemed to understand him anyway.
- I see, from what I understand you are going to be learning Japanese, right? - the black- haired man asked in English. The mulatto gave up and decided to speak in English.
- Yes, that and a major in education at Musutafu University. – Replied the Colombian. Shota nodded in understanding.
- It's the rational thing to do, you can't teach if they can't understand you. – Replied the black-eyed man.
The interaction between the two died again, so the mulatto decided to close his eyes. Musutafu was approximately 2.5 hours away by car, in Shizuoka prefecture.
The next time Simón opened his eyes, Shota told him that they had arrived in the city. He then saw what was to be his home until further notice. The metropolis did not compare to Tokyo, but it was still quite large without a doubt.
Crossing the entire city, the mulatto finally saw a huge building, bigger than any university in Colombia. The U.A. Academy for Heroes, the high school that boasts of having educated the best heroes of today in Japan and some of the world, such as All Might and Endeavor.
Shota entered through the teacher's parking lot, so they were able to bypass all the filters at the entrance. As the mulatto walked the halls of the school, he would admit that he was quite impressed. After all, he was a man born and died in the jungle, and had not been actively in civilization for years.
The students looked at him with nervousness and curiosity, both at the unfamiliar Colombian and the other long-haired man. With both men having unfriendly expressions, it is also not surprising that the young people move out of the way when they see them. Soon we found ourselves in front of the principal's office. Aizawa knocked on the door, being answered by a shrill voice.
- Am I a bear? A mouse? A dog? My true identity is... the director of the U.A.! – Shouted Nezu, the controversial animal that awakened a quirk capable of making him smarter than most humans, as well as being the current headmaster of the U.A. academy.
- Do you have to do that every time you meet someone? – Asks Shota in exasperation. The brown-haired man looks with some intrigue at the animal, being the cause of his stay in Japan and the one who had guided him throughout his trip.
- Finally, we meet, rata inmunda. – Said the mulatto, saying the last in Spanish, earning a laugh from Nezu and a confused look from Shota.
- Hahaha! That's not a nice thing to say to your employer, Colonel. – Said the director mockingly.
- Colonel? – Aizawa thought curiously, looking at the Colombian. The brown-haired man snorted.
- Anyway, since we've already introduced ourselves, let's talk about my stay here. – The brown-eyed man began to say.
- Oh, I thought everything was already clear. – Nezu replied looking curious.
- No, not all of it. – Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop as the stranger's gaze hardened.
Shota tensed, becoming defensive and almost activating his quirk, however, Nezu raised a paw telling him it was okay.
- What doubts do you have, Colonel García? – Asked the hairy chimera honestly. Simón relaxed his gaze a little.
- I did my research, even here in Japan you have a plague in your government. The hero public safety commission. Your country boasts of having one of the best regulations of professionals in the world, but according to my research, it is a bit far from reality. – Simón mentioned, pulling out a folder of information which he tossed towards the director's desk. Nezu proceeded to read it all with an unperturbed gaze.
- I'm surprised you found all this so quickly, Simón. – Nezu said, looking at the man.
- The Colombian government is corrupt to the core, and ironically has more power than people think, due to its geographical position and wealth in materials. Anyway, what concerns me is this: I'm here to teach some brats how not to die on the battlefield, but I don't want the fucking commission knocking on my door asking for things. – Explained the mulatto harshly. Nezu looked at him without losing his composure.
- Well, Simón-san, since you have a professional hero permit for your stay in Japan, it will not be uncommon for you to be asked to participate in a raid from time to time while performing your duties as a teacher. During the two years that you will be studying the language and specialization, you will not be bothered directly, but you will be provided with a temporary permit that will allow you to act as a hero in situations that require it. In addition, because of my heart of gold, even without practicing, you will have a monthly allowance and housing fully paid while you are unable to practice as a teacher. Everything clear? – Explained the animal with such diligence that all the mulatto could do was nod with a straight back.
- Roger. – He answered simply. Nezu may seem harmless, given his appearance and manner, but there is no doubt that he is a subject to be feared.
With nothing more to discuss, Shota escorted the westerner to the apartment complex where he was to stay. It was close to the academy, which in turn was close to Musutafu University. In that complex most of the A.U. professors stayed during school times. Once he arrived at the apartment, Shota passed his number to the brown-haired man in case he needed anything and then left.
The Colombian stared at his new home. It was simple, but quite luxurious. Good views, air conditioning and heating, a single bedroom, a living room, a bathroom and a study equipped with a desk and computer. The whole apartment was already furnished.
In the center of the table, he found the papers he needed for college, read his ID and his class schedule. He sighed and threw them on the table as he leaned back on the couch. He scrubbed his face and looked out the window.
- After I get old and I have to study, qué gonorrea. – The man said to himself, speaking in Spanish in his solitude.
He soon decided to take a shower, enjoying warm, quality water and a bath free of fungus and poisonous spiders. As he came out of the bath, he deliberated whether he should go to sleep, but the mulatto was not really sleepy. He decided to go for a walk.
He was dressed in a formal black shirt with rolled up sleeves, black jeans and black boots. The man left his apartment, walking aimlessly.
He explored the city, observing the people, the stores and so on, without much interest beyond simply getting acquainted. While buying an apple at a food stall from a friendly lady, he began to feel the earth shake.
- Earthquake? – Thought the westerner. Then he saw the source of the tremor. Through the streets of the city, a 20-meter-tall blonde dressed in a purple and cream-colored suit that matched her hair, was running at full speed towards somewhere. The Colombian noticed the urgency in her look, and confirmed it when he saw some police cars passing in the direction she was going.
- Mm, interesting. – The man whispered, paying for the apple and eating it as I walked to the scene of discord and listened to some music with his headphones on.
It certainly didn't take long to arrive, and he wasn't at all expecting what he would see.
- Ahora me encuentro aquí en mi soledad pensando qué de mi vida será, no tengo sitio a donde regresar… –
Musutafu, hours before.
It had already been established that Izuku Midoriya did not have the best of luck, but today was a day where the green-haired man's patience and little, but very little mental stability was completely broken.
Walking home, thankful that he didn't run into his "friend" again, under a bridge a villain almost killed him. He was made of some sort of green slime, and apparently had the ability to possess body, as that is what he tried to do to the emerald-eyed young man.
Apparently, the villain was escaping from All Might himself, who arrived in time to save the boy, putting the muddy villain in a soda bottle. Izuku, impressed by his idol and the autograph he gave him, wanted to ask him a question.
- Well, young Midoriya! I must be on my way. Evil never rests, and neither do heroes! – Exclaimed the blond semi-divine with glee, taking a leap to propel himself into the air. What All Might didn't expect was to see the young greenette clinging to his leg.
- Wait, All Might, I need to ask you a question! – He exclaimed with anxiety and fear. All Might reflexively tried to shake him off.
- Young man, I love my fans, but this is already harassment! – Shouted All Might scolding the boy.
- W-wait! If I let go now, I'll fall and die! - Izuku explained in desperation, leaving All Might stiff. Neither noticed that a bottle fell out of the burly hero's pocket.
All Might landed on the rooftop of a building, ready to go once he left the young man on firm ground.
- Wait, All Might, I really need to ask you something! Please! – Implored the boy frozen in place as he watched the hero turn his back on him.
- Sorry, kid! Time is gold. – Said the hero in a hurry, feeling his body trembling and some steam starting to come off his muscles.
Izuku could not pass up this opportunity. All Might was his idol, his inspiration; it is thanks to him that he wants to be a hero, a hero who saves everyone with a smile, a symbol of peace.
- Can someone with a useless, self-destructive quirk be a hero like you?! – He shouted with all the courage he had, causing the blond hero to stop suddenly.
- What do you mean by useless quirk, young man? And self-destructive? – The man asked curiously, watching the young man unravel instead.
- I-I have a teleportation quirk, but I can only use it when I'm really scared, and every time I use it for some reason I get hurt. I-I always wanted to be a hero like you, to help people, to save them with a smile. But it's impossible for me to control my quirk, everyone tells me that I'm useless and that my quirk is for cowards, even my mother doesn't believe in me. I just... I just want to know if I can be a hero! – He cried out at the end with all his heart, shedding tears everywhere. When he looked up, instead of the imposing figure with the golden smile, there was a skeletal and emaciated version of All Might, who also spat a little blood.
- All Might? What happened to you? Are you okay? - The greenette asked with concern on his face, he didn't understand if this was the real All Might or just an impersonator, but either way he was someone who was in bad shape and needed help.
All Might sighed, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his mouth.
- I'm fine, kid. Please don't tell anyone about this, you seem like a good kid, can I trust you? – The gaunt blond asked. Izuku nodded hesitantly.
- Yes, sir. I just don't understand. How did he get that way? – He asked with honest concern.
All Might muttered under his breath and lifted up his shirt, revealing a grotesque scar where his stomach should be.
- Three years ago, I had the toughest fight of my life with a villain. I beat him, but he left me with this as a souvenir. Half of my stomach and my respiratory system are totally destroyed, irreparable damage. As a result, I can only maintain my hero form about 5-6 hours a day, the rest of the time I'm like this. – Said the blond, watching how the young man's expression went through various stages, between denial, comprehension and reflection.
- Three years ago... I remember you took two months off; it was a shock because you had never taken more than a couple of days off. It was because of this, wasn't it? – The boy asked.
- Good connection, my boy. Yes, I had to spend two months in rehab, in fact, to this day I still have to go for check-ups. – Explained the number one hero. Izuku now saw All Might in a new light of admiration, being able to remain a hero even in his condition, however, he felt that his question had been ignored. All Might then started walking towards the stairs.
- Anyway, I trust you not to tell anyone. Oh, and about your question… – All Might started to say, gaining Izuku's attention, expectantly.
All Might stopped to think for a moment, he had come to see Izuku's wounds while he slept, burns on his face and scars running down his arms. It was unusual for a teleporting quirk to have that drawback, they weren't very common and he could be a good hero, but in this case…
He turned to look at the boy, he was so expectant, full of illusions. He really wanted to be a hero, and that's why this hurt All Might more than anyone else.
- No… I must protect him from himself. – He said to himself.
- I don't think you can be a proper hero if that quirk of yours gives you those injuries, kid. You're still young, though, you can try to control it, but if you say you've never been able to, maybe it's smart to think of other possibilities. It's okay to have dreams, but you have to keep them within the realm of possibility. – The blond man advised, who was once again heading for the stairs.
Without having seen the look on Izuku's face.
- If you really want to help people, you can be a policeman or even a doctor, God knows we would be nothing without them. – Said All Might finally, losing himself in the stairs satisfied with his answer.
He didn't know that Izuku had stopped listening. He could only hear an irritating ringing in his ears, as if his eardrums would burst from the pressure. Sweat covered his skin as tears covered his cheeks. The young green-haired dropped to the floor in a fetal position.
- I'm so sorry, Izuku! –
- It is a coward's quirk. –
- You should have stayed quirkless. –
- Pathetic, pitiful waste of oxygen. –
- Better kill yourself already, no one will miss you. -
- I don't think you can be a proper hero… –
Izuku stood there for so many minutes that he didn't even notice when he stopped crying. The poor boy whose life was converging in misfortune no longer had any emotion on his face. He slowly got up and approached the grating. He saw his reflection distorted in the metal, a strange shape that resembled his face and for some reason he found it familiar.
- AAH! – He clutched his hair in a cry of despair, and with bloodshot eyes began to pound his bare fist against the metal bars.
He imagined Bakugo beating him every day just for wanting to be a hero.
His knuckles were bleeding, he felt a stabbing pain in his left arm, remembering the self- inflicted wound. That made him angrier, and as a consequence he ended up forcing more blows with his left arm, worsening his knuckles and the wound on his forearm. He continued punching and shouting furiously.
- WHY?! WHY ME?! - He screamed out of sheer desperation.
One punch, broke his right knuckles.
- I. -
Another punch, broke the fence.
- JUST. -
Another punch, cracked left knuckles.
- WANTED. -
He headbutts the fence, causing a wound to his forehead.
- TO HELP. -
He started throwing random punches between fists and kicks.
- PEOPLE. -
Dry blow. Silence.
Izuku was left gasping for breath, as the adrenaline left his body, he began to feel pain in his hands and head. He then noticed that he was bleeding from his forehead as well.
As best he could, he bandaged his hands and forehead, almost automatically. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking out over the city, looking down. He was so far gone that he didn't even get vertigo, quite the contrary, he found only desire in the image. For a moment, he imagined his body sprawled on the sidewalk, with people passing by him looking at him with disgust as if he were a rotting dead mouse.
- Just one step... And that's it, isn't it? – He began to talk to himself. Debating on the juicy idea of simply stopping thinking. It had taken many years, the greenette boy had never thought of that possibility no matter how many times Bakugo told him to do it or he tried to do the job himself.
At the age of 13, Izuku Midoriya considered suicide for the first time. Dubitatively, he tried to step forward, but could not.
He was afraid.
- Even for this I am a coward. Kacchan was right, he is always right about me. – He whispered with sadness in his voice, as an apathetic smile appeared on his lips.
- I will never be a hero. – He concluded in a hushed voice as he looked out over the city.
Then he heard an explosion that pierced his eardrums. Very close to the building where he was, he could see smoke rising a few streets away.
- What's going on? – He asked himself quietly. Despite his mental state, something in him told him he had to go and see.
He quickly descended the stairs, and followed the group of curious people who were also going to see what was happening. In a narrow street, something in the middle was generating fiery explosions that burned the whole area under the expectant gaze of civilians and some heroes.
Kamui Woods, a hero whose body was made of wood, being able to generate it, cried helplessness at not being able to fight fire. Death Arms, a hero with super strength quirk, claimed not to be able to get close with fire. The other heroes claimed not to have adequate quirks to face the monster in the middle.
It was the sludgy villain, the Sludge villain. He had possessed the body of a middle school student, said student was fighting to regain control, but was being choked by the villain.
The student was Katsuki Bakugo, his quirk: "explosion", was being used by that villain to confront the heroes. People were screaming for him to be saved, the heroes were calling for more support on the radio. Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw a familiar figure, it was All Might in his emaciated form, holding his wound as he looked on helplessly.
- I'm so pathetic. – Hero number one said to himself, feeling helpless.
- This is all my fault. – The young green-haired boy said to himself. It wasn't hard for him to deduce that, thanks to him, the bottle containing the Sludge Villain fell out of All Might's hands and somehow ended up finding Bakugo.
Izuku wasn't in the best state of mind, that boy there had tortured him, made him feel like his life wasn't worth shit and for some reason Izuku still considered him a friend. He didn't want him to die, but there was nothing he could do.
Then he saw him straight in the eyes, fighting the muddy villain. Those red eyes that had haunted him in nightmares, that made him tremble as soon as he looked into them.
Those red eyes were asking for help.
Something was triggered inside Izuku again. No matter how many times you break a hero's spirit.
- Kacchan! –
It will always put the pieces back together, to pick itself up.
In an instant, Izuku was right on top of the foul criminal, with Bakugo looking at him with shocked eyes along with everyone else who had just seen a child materializing in front of danger.
Izuku felt no pain on any side of his body, he came out of his surprise and took the advantage he had to throw his backpack at the villain's uncovered eye, causing pain in it. Then the green-haired kid began to dig in tears, with his hands still covered with bandages full of blood while Katsuki looked at him between surprise and anger.
- What the fuck are you doing, Deku, I didn't ask for your fucking help! – He shouted with a broken voice. Emerald eyes looked up at him with tears in their eyes, and a frightened, nervous smile appeared on the freckled boy's face.
- Your eyes... they looked like they were asking for help. – Said the young man simply, still trying to pull the blond out.
In the crowd, a skeletal blond man watched the scene in utter shock, having heard the young man's words.
- My quirk is teleportation, but everyone says it's a cowardly and useless quirk… –
- I can only activate it if I'm really scared, and sometimes it hurts me… –
- I am... Pathetic. – The Symbol of peace said to himself, watching a wounded child fly over supposed professional heroes, including himself.
- I don't think you can be a proper hero. –
- I said that... to protect him? No, I'm just a fucking hypocrite. – All Might was on the verge of collapse, in anger with himself as steam began to pour out of his muscles.
In the scene, the villain had recovered from the blow, throwing a blast at Izuku that hit him squarely.
- I've had enough of you, you stupid fucking kid! – The villain shouted angrily, about to throw a huge explosion at the bruised teenager. Izuku saw everything in slow motion, felt a tingle and his eyes stung. A huge explosion was heard.
To the villain's surprise, Izuku was nowhere to be seen. Then he felt something hit his head. The greenette was behind him, his body battered by the first explosion was exhausted. The villain looked at him angrily.
- I'm going to kill you, you fucking waste of air! – He shouted mercilessly, about to launch an explosion. Izuku saw it coming a kilometer away, but he was too tired and badly hurt, he wasn't going to be able to dodge or teleport, even if he wanted to. The green-haired boy closed his eyes waiting for the end.
- I'm so sorry, Mom. I never got to be a hero to anyone, I'm just so… –
- Pathetic. –
Unbeknownst to him, All Might's thoughts crossed those of the young man whose dreams he had shattered, but just as he was about to leap into action, he noticed that young Midoriya was not there once again.
- Did he teleport again? – All Might wondered.
The muddy villain growled in anger, thinking that once again the booger had mocked him. What he didn't expect was to see a tall, burly figure carrying the small, almost unconscious body of the emerald-eyed boy.
That figure was in front of Mt. Lady, who had just arrived, but claimed to be unable to do anything because the street was so narrow.
- Miss giant, take care of the boy. – He said calmly, placing the child in the girl's giant palm.
Izuku watched the burly man, seeing him as a blur.
- All Might...? – Whispered the little boy. But then he noticed the face well, it wasn't All Might, but He might as well have been before his eyes at that moment.
Moments before.
Simón expected everything except watching a child do the work of adults. He was disgusted to see the professionals frozen while a teenage brat teleported and received blasts for the other child.
So, he took matters into his own hands.
- It's a shame that even in Japan this kind of thing happens. – He whispered as he left the child in Mt. Lady's hands.
- Wait! Who are you? Civilians cannot participate in situations handled by heroes. –Kamui Woods scolded him. Simón glared at him with such fury that he had to resist snapping his neck. From his back pocket he pulled out his provisional license and showed it.
- In the first place, I'm not a civilian. Besides, for a situation handled by heroes, I don't see any heroes handling it. – He exclaimed in his crude but direct Japanese.
The colonel turned to the villain, who indeed looked furious.
- Who do you think you are, you fucking bastard?! Die! – He shouted, throwing a direct blast at the mulatto. Smoke rose along with the fire, but as the dirt cleared, the brown man was not there.
- Did you say something, you filthy hijueputa? – Growled a voice behind the villain, uttering a word he didn't understand, but did feel.
Simón was quick to deliver a direct blow to the eyes that made the villain dumb. Katsuki looked at the man towering over the villain, he was like a beast. His gaze hard, his eyes devoid of mercy. Simón reached into the villain, and grabbing the blond by the neck he began to pull him with mammoth force.
The muddy villain got scared and in a desperate attempt, with his two hands generated a point-blank explosion that hurt both him and his prey, but he hoped to have damaged the beastly man.
But the colonel was there, in the same position, looking the same way. His shirt was burned, yes, but otherwise there was not a wound. With a grunt, he yanked the blond boy as he propelled himself backward, delivering a shattering kick to the villain, of such magnitude that it scrambled his jelly-like brain.
With the blond freed, the chestnut threw him away towards the crowd where the supposed heroes were.
The villain, finding himself without his power, looked at the beastly man in fear as he tried to strike or seize him. Only to be met with a series of fists to his head and eyes that sent him flying.
The Sludge Villain lay unconscious on the floor. Simón sighed as he watched the heroes now move in to apprehend the villain while the firefighters put out the fire.
All this was seen by Izuku, who had regained full consciousness, staring fascinated at the unknown man. While Katsuki, still dazed from being held captive, looked at the mulatto with anger and confusion.
Meanwhile, All Might watched helplessly from afar. Someone acted before him, the number one hero, the symbol of peace. He could move no faster than a teenager and an unknown hero.
- Si el destino me vuelve a traicionar, te juro que no puedo fracasar. Estoy cansado de tanto esperar... –
While the police questioned Simón and verified his identity, Izuku was treated quickly, being scolded by the other professional heroes. While Bakugo, with no major injuries, was congratulated for "holding on like a hero".
Soon the press filled the area, all trying to get statements from the new hero.
- I don't know Japanese. - These were his statements.
Izuku took advantage of this to slip away and walk away, unaware that he was being followed by Bakugo. The brown man saw this out of the corner of his eye and began to slip away from the press.
He didn't notice how a skeletal blond man was relentlessly searching for a greenette boy.
As Izuku walked, his adrenaline calming down, he began to feel the stinging of all his wounds, but it didn't matter.
- I don't know why I get my hopes up, even All Might said so, I can't be a hero. I only served to distract the heroes. – He chided himself, simply wishing the day would end as twilight appeared in the sky bathing the streets in nostalgic orange hues.
- Deku! You filthy bastard! –
Izuku couldn't react when he felt an explosion at his back, and when he turned around there they were.
Those crimson eyes full of anger.
Bakugo grabbed him by the neck and began punching him in the face and kicking him in the belly mercilessly until he threw him to the floor, where he began to vent his anger with fists.
- You think you're better than me?! Ever since we were kids you've always thought you were the big shit, but you're nothing! I didn't need to be saved; I didn't want to be saved! I just want you to fucking die and get the fuck out of my way! – Every scream was a blow.
Izuku no longer registered the pain. Again, the ringing in his ear. He felt his body getting heavy, he could no longer move a muscle.
Then he felt nothing, and the next thing he heard was a whimper from Bakugo.
That burly hero had kicked Katsuki with such force that he knocked out a tooth and sent him flying into a wall. The blond glared at him angrily, his hands sparking.
- I recommend you not to do that. I'm a foreign hero with permits in Japan, not only did I just see you beating to death a civilian, who also happens to be someone who saved your fucking life, but also, if you attack me, it will be considered assault on a public official. That on your record would put you on the blacklist of hero schools, wouldn't it? – The man told him in a calm voice and somewhat crude Japanese.
That was enough for Katsuki to hold back. He was trembling with anger or fear, maybe both. Eventually, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away without a word. All before the adult's stern gaze.
- Kid, can you talk? – Simón asked, dismayed about the green-haired boy's condition. The young man was a mess.
- Yes... I... I... Thank you for... Saving me. – The emerald-eyed boy managed to say, trying to sit up.
Simón analyzed him closely, this child was more mentally destroyed than physically.
- (1) Yo sí me meto en maricadas. – He whispered in Spanish.
- Kid, that was stupid what you did back there. Honestly it was a miracle you didn't die. – The man started to say. Izuku ducked his head, he was going to get a scolding.
- But... You were undoubtedly the most heroic of all. –
Those words made him raise his head with wide eyes, looking at the man with the bumps on his cheeks, he was looking at him sternly, but calmly at the same time.
- All those useless guys who call themselves heroes couldn't get off their asses, and you, a brat who can't even control his quirk, did more than all of them. You've got guts, kid. –The Colombian congratulated him.
Izuku was in shock. A complete stranger told him he had done something heroic?
- I'm Sorry, Izuku! –
- I don't think you can be a proper hero… –
- Sir... Do you think I can be a hero? – Izuku asked without fear or stuttering in his voice, looking directly into the man's brown eyes.
The emerald and the coffee met. The Colombian man looked firmly at the Japanese boy.
- At the time, I didn't understand. –
Simón uncrossed his arms and leaned a little to Izuku in an almost threatening manner, without breaking eye contact, and uttered a few words that the greenette boy would always remember.
- I don't know, can you? –
- Those were not the words I always wanted to hear. –
Izuku began to cry while clutching his chest, he had finally broken down. All under the watchful eye of the cafetero.
- It took me some time to understand... That those were the words I needed to hear. –
- Pronto llegará el día de mi suerte, sé que antes de mi muerte, seguro que mi suerte cambiará. –
(1) Colombian expression that means something like "I do sure get into troubles".