So this fic was inspired by The Amazing Mangaka by Cupnholder, he's an amazing writer please go check out his stories on Ao3.
What if Naoto got the abilities of another popular marvel superhero? that's right I'm talking about Daredevil. I don't own any of these characters, except for the OCs. So I hope you all enjoy.
Darkness.
That was the only thing he could see when he woke up, pitch black darkness.
"Hey everyone look it's the creep!".
He felt a pair of hands behind him push him down to the ground. He tried to get up and run, but his attackers grabbed on to his shirt to keep him in place.
This was very common for him, due to being the quiet loner with no friends he was always the odd one out, which made him the perfect victim for continuous bullying and torment for his peers ever since early childhood.
A bunch of people his age gathered around him to prevent him from escaping as they all made fun of him while shoving him around, they rummaged through his bag as they made fun of all his drawings, Naoto remained silent and simply took the bullying. However deep down, he wanted to hit them back, he wanted to hurt them, he wanted to watch them bleed, he wanted to watch them cry. He clenched his fists as he really wanted to at least get one punch in, but he couldn't.
He was too afraid, afraid that if he did fight back he would end up making them even more mad and making the bullying worse, afraid of getting into trouble with the teachers and parents if he did fight back, he hated this feeling, he hated being afraid.
So instead of fighting back, he took it.
Naoto frantically woke up startled, his hands reached up to touch his face, only to discover that his eyes were tightly wrapped in bandages.
He took some deep breaths and started to calm down, where was he? what the hell happened?
That's when he remembered the accident that took place earlier.
The exact same accident that would change his life forever...
17 hours ago...
A wet paintbrush made contact with the nearly finished canvas as he added the final touches to his latest artwork.
Naoto smiled at what he painted, ever since his childhood he realized that he had a passion for art the moment when his mother bought him a box of crayons and a drawing book. Since then, he's always dreamed of becoming a famous artist or mangaka.
The art club in Kazehaya High was his sanctuary, the only place where he could feel safe, where he could unleash his passion and creativity without being made fun for it.
Earlier today just after class ended, two boys were harassing him in the hallways, luckily he managed to escape them and make it to the art club room.
After he was done, he put his brushes and tools back to their proper place, he cleaned up for a while before gathering his things and heading home.
Groups of students were chatting with one another about various things, as they left the school premises and headed home, while some students stayed behind for club activities or meetings. Naoto walked alone as usual, he wasn't very popular and was pretty shy and awkward, he just observed his peers talking with their friends about doing karaoke or a sleepover at their place, you know the usual stuff people his age talk about.
As he was about to cross the street, he looked left and right to check for any vehicles to make sure it was safe to cross, a car or two even van passed by. However when he turned to his right, he saw something that made him gasp.
A small child, a girl nonetheless was playing with her bright and colorful toy in the middle of the road unaware that a large truck was speeding towards her.
His blood ran cold, adrenaline kicked in as he dropped his bag and made a mad dash to save the girl. Meanwhile the driver was trying to get the truck to stop, he kept pressing down the brakes but the truck still didn't stop, realizing that the brakes malfunctioned and the truck kept accelerating, he quickly turned the wheel to avoid hitting Naoto and the child.
Naoto managed to reach the girl and successfully tackled her out of harms way, not realizing that his glasses fell off. Unfortunately, the moment the driver turned the wheel to avoid hitting them, the truck flipped on it's side and skidded towards them. The contents that it was carrying on it's back were revealed to be several barrels labeled 'Chemical Waste'.
Naoto didn't have time to react as the liquid from one of the barrels that fell off was splashed onto his eyes.
Then his world was filled with pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!".
His screams caught the attention of multiple people and students who were too far away to notice what happened. They made their way towards the scene of the accident curious to what happened, and were shocked and horrified at what they saw, some of them were already calling for emergency services, while some rushed over to Naoto's side.
Naoto was violently moving around and shaking while covering his eyes, his deafening cries and shrieks of pain weren't stopping as the people tried their best to help him as much as they can.
Then he went unconscious.
Naoto touched the bandages covering his eyes, as he deduced that he was in a hospital.
That's when he heard voices right outside his room, he recognized who the voices belonged to.
'Mom, Dad...'.
It was parents who were having a conversation with a doctor, they were talking in the hallway, but Naoto for some unknown reason could perfectly hear them very clearly as if they were inside his room.
"I'm afraid...I have some horrible news to share, mister and mrs Hachioji".
That's when a pit started to form in his stomach.
"We did an MRI scan and...it was worse than we thought".
The feeling of dread started to run down his spine.
"The chemicals that were splashed on his face during the accident, a lot of it got inside his eyes, made it's way to the nerves and caused extreme... And I'm afraid, Irreparable damage".
He could hear his mother sobbing.
"I'm afraid...your son is blind".
Naoto's whole world came crashing down.
