Fuck it, I might as well.
He died in that slime villain, but it wasn't his time to go. AKA i cant find anything else i like so i might as well do it myself
1
As he stands on that building after clinging to his idol as he sails across the skyline he asks a question he wanted, needed to know. A question he wished his mother answered for him, a question his best friend constantly answered but he didn't want to acknowledge, and so he asks.
"...No"
Such a simple answer really, two letters, one syllable, and yet so much power in that word. A word that can start and end nations, and one that just killed a kid.
"I'm sorry kid, but this is a hard world, someone without a quirk would… Anyway, there are many other ways you can help and save people. Police officers, doctors, firefighters, they all help people everyday. I'm sure you can find a way to help."
And with that he's gone, not knowing what he did. Sure, how could he know? He didn't know the boy, he didn't know who he was or what he thought. He didn't know the abuse he suffered, he didn't know the pain and anguish those words sent through the boy. All he saw was a boy with a spark that needed to be quenched, for his own well being.
And so the kid stood there for a while, seconds passed to minutes, and minutes seemed to stretch forever, Finally the kid began to walk. Where? He didn't know, he didn't know what to feel or even to think, all he knew was that his feet were moving, and that he didn't know where to go now.
2
A Blast
It was a distinct sound that brought him out of his stupor, a familiar and distinct sound. One that brought back pictures of smiles, one that brought back scenes of happy times, one that brought back pain and sadness and Anger.
A Blast
It was faint, but the sound of people gathering wasn't, Izuku, as that was this poor ids name, looked up for the first time in what feels like hours but was actually 10 minutes. He saw a crowd of people, he heard screams and sounds of awe inspired by fear, see saw Heroes-
'Kamui Woods-Quirk:Arbor, Allows him to turn his appendages into tree(Tree like?) branches'
'Backdraft-Quirk:Hosedown, can generate water that comes out of the spigots(Biological or technological?) on his arms, has great control over this water. (Is it only his water he can control?)'
All this flashed into Izukus mind in an instance as he took in the two heroes were trying to put out a fire that was growing-
'Kamui Wood is not a good pick for fire suppression, why is he helping when he should be helping move the civilians out of the way?'
Everyone was standing around an opening of an alleyway where the fire was being generated from. Izuku walked closer trying to scope out if it was a villain-
Why bother? It's not like you can-
He pushed the thought out of the way, as he walked closer-
You know it's pointless right? I mean even All Might said you can't do this, wouldn't he know?
His legs were still moving and before he knew it he was in front of the crowd gazing at the scene yet not really taking it in. He saw the slime villain that not even an hour ago tried to kill him and take his body. It seemed that the fire was originating from him, and a writhing form was seen within its body emitting smoke. A closer look showed a flash of red eyes. Red eyes that Izuku knew all too well. Suddenly all the memories that plagued him on the roof came back full force. Happiness, pain, and hope blistered under his skin as he saw something he never thought he would ever see in those eyes.
Fear
Hah, Irony, that even after all these years it would come to this?
Izuku could smell the nitroglycerin like substance on Bakugo's hands as he was ripping him out of the slime villain
That even now you would care?
Izuku grabbed onto bakugo's hand, the same one that earlier caused his arm to turn red after Bakugo's latest bullying with his quirk. Izuku pulled with all his might, wondering how he got here in the first place.
"YOUR QUIRK!"
Bakugo let out a huge explosion from his hand that was pulled free by izuku, launching him farther out of the villain, than another, farther out, and another and another until he was free and launching out of the slime and out onto the street. The crowd and heroes gather around to see the young man that was only moments ago a goner.
All the while forgetting the boy who now laid on that alley floor, helpless and tired and now fodder for the villain that now had him in its grasp.
With no fight left in him, body too weak to fight back, and no quirk able to help, he was easily captured.
Izuku could feel his body slowly suffocating from the slime entering his body, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel his feet, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel his legs, He couldn't breath, and as he slowly faded from this life he looked out into the red eyes that moments ago heald fear in them, and that now heald what could only be described as despair, with a mouth opened in a scream.
'What was he screaming?'
I guess we'll never know.
And with that final thought, with a smile on his face Izuku died.
3
Izuku came to exist in a strange place, he couldn't remember coming here, yet he has been here forever, how? He has no idea. He begins to slowly regain his consciousness, but only that. After another eternity he gains back his sense of touch, little by little, eons after eons, from his toes to his hands to his head, a cold weightless feeling begins to consume him.
'Or has it always been there'
Another eternity he gains back his smell, after another taste,and then hearing, and finally sight
He opens his eyes to nothing but a grey existence. Nothing in sight, nothing to hear. Then suddenly it's rushing past him. Memories, some long forgotten, some only minutes earlier
Or eternities ago
All coalescing into his final moments alive, yes he was dead after all, where he died.. With a smile on his face. The same smile he wore now knowing that at the end of his poor, helpless, quirkless life he saved some one
He Saved someone…
And he was happy with that, he was content.
Then a voice spoke out into the void, a strong and powerful voice. One that spoke of peace and violence, one that spoke of pain and pleasure, one that spoke of Power.
"Why are you so content? Are you so easy to please that you would be satisfied with just one small victory?"
The voice spoke, and our so far silent protagonist sat there in, well, silence. He has spent eternity here-
Has it been?
He wasn't sure, but looking back at his memories he was sure of one thing. And so Izuku looked up into the void, and he felt the void staring back. And somehow he wasn't afraid. He stood his ground and gave a simple answer, but one that held so much POWER
"No"
Truth
That word echoed everywhere, from the deepest parts of the void, it reverberated inside of Izuku, into the deepest recesses of his being. And suddenly it was gone. But a weight in his hands made itself known.
It was a simple design, a hand and a half sword, with a golden wire wrapped hilt and a cross shaped guard of the same material. The hilt had the inscription "Truth" written into it. As Izuku examined the blade the voice returned once more.
"I had thought not, now then, return from where you came from and start anew, you are now the Seeker, to whom even kings bow, learn young one, and return once your journey is done and you have learned your truth"
And light returned.