This story was inspired by a lot, and I got the idea fleshed out via reddit.
With tears in his eyes, Izuku moved through his room at a dread pace. His heart had been cracked, damaged by the words of All Might and the scolding of the professionals when he helped save Bakugo. It had caused a leak in his soul, a greater emptying of his spirit than before. Bakugo's words to jump off the roof felt more right than before. The constant bullying, scolding, hate, abuse... it all lost the sheen of denial and weighed heavy on his heart.
Devastated. he grabbed a book, a new book that he had bought just a week prior but never had a chance to read, and opened it up. His eyes widened for a moment at the subject matter. It was in English and it was about magic. It was a tome on the theory that magic was the cause of Quirks. Unable to stop himself, Izuku read page after page of the subject.
" Amazing... this can't be real but it is amazing. I guess it sort of makes sense though, magic would better explain the raw diversity of weird attributes that are quirks. I mean some people can make cameras pop out of their bodies, others can move things with their mind or look like bears and stuff... science really can't explain all of that. Maybe it's more than just one or the other, a mix between the two. Science giving the Quirk factor, magic giving it the power and purpose."
For a few minutes, he forgot his woes until he found a page that caught his full attention.
"A spell to use magic... to gain command and sensitivity to the craft... it can't be real, but even if it isn't, I can't say I am not desperate enough to try. To get some power, any power and make my dreams come true..." And so, with a desperate, scarred heart in search of any path that could have soothed his soul, he moved to his desk and pulled out a pocket knife. Pricking his finger, he focused his mind on the blood and uttered the Latin incantation on the page. 'Excita me, majestatis respirare mundi, et permitte me accessum ad potentias mundi!"
The effects were instant. The blood boiled and evaporated on his finger, the wound healed instantly. The blood mist swirled and turned a deep pink before shooting up in his nose, filling him with a sharp stab of hot power. His body, his every cell screamed as it was awakened to the majesty of the world's breath. Stumbling, he fell back and almost dropped the knife on his foot, but it wouldn't have mattered, he was too stunned by the power surging into his body, screaming within him even as it faded to a dim buzz in the back of his mind. He could still feel it, but only faintly...
"Magic is real..." he said, whispered softly as he grabbed his pocket knife and put it away. Turning back to the book, he realized the words had changed, a new layer of magical words beneath the veil of nonmagical ones.
"Welcome to our world, new child of magic. This tome was meant to be found by one open to the craft, who had the right mixture of experiences and intelligence to use our power. Magic comes from the soul, and we each find our path in different ways. Yours was pain, sadly, and so pain is the source of your connection to the craft. Never forget that. Draw on the pain as you move along and become the force of nature you have chosen to be.
Or don't, if you deny your connection now it will fade, with the memory of the craft and the book will find a new owner. Do what you must for your own self. Learn from the book and become the best you can or fade into obscurity.
The choice is yours.
Izuku spoke before he could really even think of it. "I accept this path, that of magic. With it I can become a hero and help the world. I choose magic."
And the book glowed a brilliant pink before he felt it bond to him forever and he knew his future was set into more than he would ever realize.
Chapter end, tell me what think in the reviews.
This is an idea I had for a while.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
