AN: The reception continues to be positive, and it continues to give me motivation, so here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3:
After waking up, I set out to write down everything. All the words that were said to me were recorded, and all the conversations. Multiple theories were written down, and I attempted to make the most comprehensive analysis possible.
One theory that was quickly discarded that I was hit by some kind of dream-altering quirk, but there are multiple problems with that, first, the smaller one, why would someone target me specifically? The bigger one is that the voice I heard was inhuman. To use their wording: It wasn't a mortal's voice I heard.
They're probably connected to my quirk somehow. They called me "child made out of void". Maybe void refers to the black liquid that I generate with my quirk? It's possible. It would certainly be easier to simply refer to it as void, so I hazard a guess that I found it's proper name.
I was also called "mortal" by them. This implies that they're not, or at least view themselves as something other than mortals. It's not unfounded, if their size is any indication.
They spoke in union, so it was either practiced, or they have some form of hive-mind capability.
There's also the line "today tapped into our true power", "today" implies that I already tapped into what they consider their power, which I guess is the void, and I also have an idea to what the true part refers to.
The incident with my scream didn't leave my mind, and this might give me a much needed explanation. The feeling that the scream gave could be described as existential terror, so maybe the supposedly "true" power of the void is to incite these feelings in other people?
This would have been a correct hypothesis, but I remembered that even the robots were affected by it. It must not be just a feeling then. I should analyse it further, but I have to extremely cautious now, the feeling could quickly lead people to my location, and there would be questions about how my shapeshifting ability gives me the power to make people feel pure fear, just by sound. I could try to play it off by shapeshifting my voice or whatever, but that excuse is so weak it's not even funny.
Okay, so to summarize, these creatures consider themselves not-mortals, probably something akin to gods, they view the void as their domain, and see it's fear inducing as it's greatest strength. They have some form of hive-mind between them, and they seem to really enjoy saying cryptic sentences.
I didn't have any answers, and thinking continously is pointless as my mind just walks in circles, so I set to training. I immediately noticed that I could extend the void from my arms for a lot longer distance, and I trained with this for the following days, as I had no new dreams, and I didn't try the scream, because of me being in a highly populated area.
Another thing I did in the following weeks was looking through my rather limited notes about canon, it was mostly character descriptions and a few events in the close future.
After a while I got my acceptance letter, and the next day I woke up at the crack of dawn, my otherwise non-existent (more easily ignored) anxiety making a cameo, first day of school always got the worst out of me. I knew that I would not be able to fall back asleep, and so I changed into my school clothes, and I swear Japan just has these really annoying habits, like uniform in school which I just absolutely hate, okay so back to the main point, I changed into the school uniform and I was on my way.
I always liked these mornings. When the sun was low in the sky, when I could still see the water droplets on the bushes, when there weren't people out there and for a minute I could imagine absolute peace.
In that moment, the world was beautiful, there were no heroes, no villains, not even people, just me, and the eternal beauty of nature.
Sadly, nothing lasts forever, and it was quickly broken by the sound of cars and people, chattering, coming and going, basically people living.
The school wasn't far from where I lived, my walk there was a short one. It came as a pleasant surprise when I discovered that it was already open. I went in, and found the classroom. It was empty. I took a seat in the front, right next to the window. I usually pick a similar piece in every classroom I use, since I like showing off with answering questions, and looking out the window when I'm bored.
I sat there for a good couple of minutes, until another student arrived.
Contrary to popular belief, I actually liked having a couple of friends. The only problem was, that it was hard to find good friends. However I suppose it would be beneficial if I had a more positive relationship with my current classmates than my old ones, they're all heroes anyways so they're generally "good" characters, I'm at least sure of that piece of information.
I didn't immediately recognize him, but that didn't mean anything, memory was never my strong suite.
"Well, um good morning, dear classmate." I started out, rather awkwardly. Maybe not making any friends here wasn't the best idea.
"Good morning to you as well! My name is Iida Tenya! What is yours, if I may ask?" Oh, I remember now, he's the speedy guy. He was pretty important if I'm right, he had a large part in the Stain arc, I think.
"Kamiyama Doppo." And the awkward silence comes. I just don't know what to talk about most of the time. And most of the time I don't care. But now? Now I actually want to continue the conversation. Think, mind, think! Oh, I got it.
"What did you think about the entry test?" Jackpot, an actually good conversation starter.
"It was nothing less than expected from the most prominent school in Japan!" Thankfully at this point the conversation ended, as another student came in, and he got a healthy dose of Tenya Style Morning EnthusiasmTM.
As more and more students began to get in, something started bugging me. I didn't see the protagonist, nor his toxic bully anywhere. That, was not good news. After every desk got occupied, we numbered at 19 students. Maybe they randomly got sick? Both of them. "Oh come on, that's a weak excuse and you know it." my brain replied.
However, before I could continue that train of thought, at the front of the glass, a sleeping bag fell from the ceiling. In it, was one of the heroes that I genuinely feared, and our new homeroom teacher: Eraserhead. I was over-reliant on my quirk, I know it, and he could disable it, making me barely stronger than a regular human.
The whole class silenced, but he acted like he didn't even notice, and started his speech:
"Good morning class. This is the hero course. You silenced, good, time is limited. I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. I would say it's nice to meet you, but lying is unherolike." after his little introduction, he took out a training suit from his backpack to show us what it looked like, and told us to put on ours then go out.
I could go and search for why the protagonist wasn't here, and I will definitely do it later, but right now I'm going to focus on this.
Out on the field, he told us that we'll have a quirk assessment test. Outcry followed, but was quickly silenced, after he told us that we could use our quirks during the exercises.
"Kamiyama." he cut through my train of thought "you finished at the top of practical exam, right? In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?"
I answered, this was an easy question:
"82 meters." The trick with me was, that I always used my quirk, under my skin there is no muscle, no bone, no organs, it's all made of void, and that void is stronger than any normal human muscle.
"Then, try doing it with your quirk." After I moved into the painting on the floor, he continued: "You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle." My mind worked in overdrive, and I found a loophole.
"Hurry up. Give it all you've got." Oh I will, I definitely will.
I started by breaking off my right arm, and picking up the ball with my newly created void one. I extended that one, way out of the circle, and threw it with a long wind-up. It went very far away.
"Know your own maximum first. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." After these two sentences, he showed the class his little phone, on which he got the length of my throw.
"1236 meters?!" I heard someone yell. It filled me with satisfaction.
There was another comment, about fun or something, to which the teacher didn't react so great, and gave a mini-speech about attitude and hard work or something. He also gave us a warning, that the person who comes last in all eight tests will be expelled. This was followed by outrage, by which the teacher remained unfazed, and so most people just decided that they'll just simply avoid last places.
The first test was 50 meter dash. Here I used my arm and put it at 20 meters, and when the timer started I just flung myself across the tracks.
For grip strength, there was nothing unique, I just used my void arm to get a better result than with my normal one.
For standing long jump, again, made my arm longer and flung myself.
Repeated side steps, just did it the normal way.
At ball throw, I just did the same thing like the first time. When Uraraka got an infinite for this however, I got annoyed, since there is no such thing as infinite. The universe isn't infinite, and the power of the throw won't last forever, plus, doesn't she need to manually keep up the anti-gravity state? (Perhaps I was a bit salty over being outdone by Ochaco of all people.)
The remaining three exercises, long distance run, sit ups and seated toe touches were easy, and not worth mentioning.
At the end he told us that the talk about expelling was just motivation, and then he left. I quickly followed his example, leaving, to do some detective work.
First off, using my phone, I checked all the middle schools in the area. I had luck, there were only a couple, and among them only 1 or 2 were smaller ones, since Izuku needed to have go in there, since I remember that Bakugo lost his shit because he was supposed to be the first from that school who got accepted to UA.
With my incredible luck, the first school I got was also the one that I searched for. There were still students there, however, so I waited a couple more hours.
It was 6 PM when I deemed it safe to enter, and used a window on the second floor to get in. I quickly found the principal's office, where the student's folders were kept.
The first one I found was Bakugo's, and I opened it.
Up until this point, the memories from the first usage of my quirk were always pretty blurry, I didn't remember all that well. After reading this file, it hit me. Back then, I managed to traumatize, one of the most important element of the whole plot. Just great.
In the file, his personality was written as very shy and quiet, and very, very anti-quirk, never using his own. His only friend was Izuku Midoriya, who wanted to be a hero, until he didn't, which was linked back to him too, since it was known that he had a great fear of anything associated with villains.
After this, I didn't even really need to check Izuku's file, since it was clear that he was mostly like canon, except he was actually friends with Bakugo.
I could see it in my head, the possible story: Bakugo gets traumatized, starts rejecting quirks after he saw that even a tiny kid can have such a dangerous one, and also actually starts treating Izuku at least a bit nicely.
Then, Izuku wants to be a hero, but he is terrified of villains, and is afraid that they'll savagely murder poor helpless Izuku, and he somehow manages to get Izuku off the hero path, maybe make him promise or something.
Great, I managed to screw up canon even worse than if I somehow managed to turn this into a villain!Deku.
AN: If there's one thing I learned in the Naruto fanfiction community, is that there's nothing worse than reading canon for the 200th time, so I tried to change it up a bit.
So, as you can guess, Izuku and Bakugo won't play a part in this fic, I hope that doesn't turn off too many readers.