Vampirism.
That was the name they'd given his quirk. A compound quirk of strength enhancement and regeneration that ran off his blood. Unfortunately, it meant that he also burned through the blood in his system quite quickly, and so had to…replace it. Which was why he was walking back from the butchers at 6 pm, a plastic bag containing several bottles in his hand. It had come as a shock to both him and the doctors when they had discovered that he could simply drink blood to replace the stock inside him, proving more effective than just transfusions, though that didn't make it any easier.
His stomach growled, Izuku finding himself eyeing the bottles in the bag as he drew closer to home, wondering if he could sneak a sip without anyone noticing. He shuddered at the thought. Was he already getting used to this? It had only been a day since they'd finally released him from the hospital, and he had to go back to school tomorrow. Would he be able to hide his new quirk from his classmates?
The thoughts were cut off as the woman walked past him on the otherwise empty street, her high heels clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk as a sweet scent drifted to his nose. At first, he just thought it was her perfume, before something in his mind forced him to stop. He turned to look at her, his eyes focussing on her neck as he felt something inside him begin to stir. Something instinctual. Something powerful. Something dangerous.
Feed.
The single word echoed in his head, making Izuku stumble slightly as he turned around.
FEED.
Izuku quickened his pace, quickly catching up to the woman as she looked down at her phone, completely unaware of his presence.
FEED!
Izuku slammed into her back, pushing her aside as he staggered past, hand clasped over his mouth as he muttered an apology. Gasping for air, he fell into a nearby alley, pressing himself against the cool brick, shuddering at what he'd almost done. He heard her stop, looking up to see the woman give him a strange look, before carrying on, her steps a little faster now.
"You did well," a strangely familiar voice said from above Izuku, making him jump as he looked up, eyes falling on the shadowed figure as they dropped down in front of him, "To resist the, for lack of a better word, urge, like that. Though it seems I must still apologize for what has transpired,"
"A-apologize?" Izuku gasped, "What do you mean? And who are you?"
"I mean what I mean," the figure replied cryptically, "And as for who I am…I am your Sire."
"Drink," the man said as he handed Izuku a glass of what looked like thick juice, though the teen could smell the difference, "Please."
Closing his eyes and holding his nose, Izuku downed the liquid, trying to get as little on his tongue as possible. As he swallowed, he felt the comforting warmth spread through him, shaking his head slightly as he finished the glass, the cloying hunger in his stomach fading.
"Do you still feel the, for lack of a better word, Hunger, young man?" the figure asked as he shed his heavy cloak, Izuku shaking his head again as he set the glass down carefully on the antique table in front of him, careful to use a coaster, "That is good."
"S-so," Izuku said slowly, looking around the apartment he had followed the stranger to. Why he had done it, he didn't know, it had just felt right to trust the man, "Who are you?"
"As I said before," the man sighed, "I am your Sire. And I believe it is best that you only refer to me as such. It will be, for lack of a better word, safer, for both of us."
"B-but what does that mean?" Izuku asked, " "Sire"? Are you someone important?"
"To you, most probably," the man replied, sitting in the chair opposite Izuku, "I am the one who, for lack of a better word, Turned you. Into…this."
The man waved his hand in the general direction of Izuku, making the teen start slightly as he took a closer look at the man in front of him. He looked…regal. His salt and pepper hair and short beard were expertly styled, and his clothes looked old, though well kept. They reminded Izuku of something he'd seen in a history book once. And his eyes. Izuku didn't know why, but he just couldn't figure out what colour they were, seeming to shift in the gloom of the apartment.
The apartment itself was a little odd, filled with antiques and expensive looking furniture. The man himself sat in a high wingback chair, watching Izuku intently as the teen looked around the room. It was only lit by a few candles, though Izuku found he could see perfectly clearly even in the dim light. One wall was taken up entirely by a massive bookshelf, the shelves lined with leather bound tomes, the spines marked with a variety of symbols that Izuku could barely begin to recognise. He did spot a few that were written in English, though he wasn't sure what they said, not recognising most of the words.
"S-so," Izuku muttered, "W-what do you want from me?"
"From you?" the man replied, "Nothing. For you? Only the best. You are my, for lack of a better word, child, so I can only hope to make your life as easy as possible."
"C-child?" Izuku squeaked, "I-I'm sorry, b-but I already have a mom and dad, sir!"
"And that they shall remain," the man said softly, before looking Izuku straight in the eyes, "However, I am your Sire, and as such, it falls to me to ensure that you know all you can about your new quirk, so that nothing like what happened at the hospital transpires again."
"At the hospital?" Izuku asked, "Y-you mean when I…I hurt the doctor? I still don't remember anything about that."
"And that is a problem," the man sighed, "You were overtaken by your Hunger. Thankfully, you did not yet drink from any of those present. You would have most probably been, for lack of a better word, punished, more harshly if you had."
"D-drink from…them?" Izuku stuttered, "You mean from…like from humans?"
"Exactly," the man nodded, "Though I believe it best we leave that conversation for later. As of right now, you should probably return home. We wouldn't want to, for lack of a better word, worry, your mother."
"Oh!" Izuku gasped as the grandfather clock in the corner suddenly chimed, showing how late it was, "Y-you're right! Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience! I'll show myself out!"
"No inconvenience at all, young man," the man sighed as he watched the teen hurry out of the apartment, almost forgetting his plastic bag, "No inconvenience at all."
"Izuku! Where have you been?" his mother asked as he finally opened the door to their apartment, "I was worried!"
"S-sorry mom," Izuku replied sheepishly, "I uhm…I ran into someone I knew. We got talking and I didn't notice the time."
"Oh?" Inko said, "A friend?"
"Not exactly," Izuku mumbled as he hurried past her, "I, uhm…I already had my b-blood for the evening, so I'm going to go to bed."
"But you haven't eaten supper," the woman called as he entered his room, closing the door behind him.
"Not hungry," he called back.
Izuku swallowed as he stood outside the door to the classroom, the sounds of his classmates talking sounding all too loud to the teen. Would he be able to survive the day? Maybe he could ask for a few more days off? Say he was still in shock from the Villain attack. No, that wouldn't work, he'd already been out of school for a whole week and had to catch up. Slowly, he pulled open the door to the classroom, peeking inside.
His eyes immediately fell on Bakugo, the blond sitting at his desk with a scowl on his face, surrounded by his usual group of lackeys as he occasionally barked at them to leave him alone. Fear welled up inside Izuku, the teen darting back from the door as the blonde's eyes moved towards it, hoping he hadn't been seen. Izuku gasped, his stomach growling as he swallowed again, the smell and sounds of the classroom leaking through the open door as he quickly dug into his bag, pulling out the thermos he'd brought.
He shook as he downed the contents, sighing as the warm feeling rushed through him. He'd have to call his mom to bring him more later, but that didn't matter right now. What did matter was that he saw the burning red eyes as he lowered the thermos, Bakugo standing right in front of him as he finished swallowing.
"Deku," the blond growled, his hands sparking with explosions as he stomped towards the green-haired teen, "Where the fuck have you been?"
"H-hospital! I…I was attacked," Izuku said hurriedly, "B-by a Villain."
"Yeah fucking right!" the blond spat, "You were just too fucking scared to show your face after what the teacher said, weren't you?!"
"What the teacher said?" Izuku asked, cowering back against the wall of the hallway, "W-what did the teacher say?"
"That you were fucking applying to UA, you worthless Deku!" Bakugo hissed, "You looking down on me?!"
"N-no!" Izuku almost shouted, "I just…I've always wanted to go there!"
"Well, a quirkless fuck like you would never have a chance! I'm the only one from this backwater school that deserves to get into UA! You hear me?!" Bakugo shouted, raising one of his hands to grab at Izuku, explosions still crackling across his palm, "And I'm not afraid to put you in your place to make sure you fucking understand!"
Izuku blinked as the hand came towards him, his instincts screaming danger. Something took a hold of him as he darted down, ducking under the swipe easily as Bakugo's eyes widened in surprise. Izuku gulped as the blond looked down at him, a sneer forming on his lips as he drew his leg back, the teen doing the only thing he could think of. He pushed Bakugo.
The blond shot back, flying through the open door of the classroom, and slamming into the far wall, startling the class as they all stared at him in shock. The boy blinked in surprise, hurriedly getting to his feet as he stomped forwards again, his face twisted in rage.
"DEKU! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
"I-I don't know!" Izuku shrieked, scrambling to his feet as he darted past the two cronies that were still staring at Bakugo in shock, "I'm going to the nurse's office!"
"DEKU!" the shout echoed down the hall as the bell rang, the blond making to follow before the teacher rounded the corner, shouting at the three boys to get in class.
Izuku shivered as he sat in the nurse's office, the woman giving him an annoyed glance as she sat at her desk, tapping away at her computer.
"I-I'm sorry about this," he muttered, looking at her as she played solitaire on the screen, "I-I'll leave soon."
"You better," the woman sighed, "There's nothing wrong with you, so get back to class already."
"I-I…I will," Izuku replied softly, getting off the bed he'd been sitting on and grabbing his bag, "S-sorry to have disturbed you."
"Whatever," the nurse muttered as he left the room, walking down the empty hallways as he heard lessons being taught from the classrooms. He blinked, stopping for a moment to listen. He could hear the teachers almost perfectly, despite the doors being closed, his ears able to focus on the sounds of the words far easier than he'd ever been able to before.
"Is…is this part of my quirk?" Izuku muttered, pulling out one of his notebooks and beginning to scribble in it, "The doctors said I had enhanced strength and regeneration, but what if I also have enhanced senses? And the thing with my blood. What does that mean?"
"Oi!" the shout startled him out of his musings, looking up at the teacher standing in the doorway just next to him, "What are you doing out of class?"
"S-sorry!" Izuku squeaked, "I'll go there right now!"
"You better," the teacher huffed as the teen shot off, "Bloody weirdo."