(A/N) not going to be katsudeku, I just like fanfics where Katsuki is nice to Izuku. There will be a pairing though, I'm still going to decide who.
"How you holding up kid?"
"I-I'm fine" Izuku responded.
"Stay strong Izuku, stay strong for Inko" Aizawa replied with a heavy and sad sigh while he patted Izuku's back.
It had been a week since the incident and Izuku has had little to no sleep. Bags formed below his eyes, his hair was in a messier situation then ever, and he was always slightly shaking with touch. Shouta has never seen such a broken child before, and the worst part is. He's been to therapists and none of them were actually helping, his own 8 year-old son was breaking silently before him and he couldn't do anything about it.
He still smiles during school, but that plastic facade can only last for so long. The bakugou's have even insisted for Izuku to stay with them for a bit, but the boy was too stressed to move someplace else.
Speaking of his place, Izuku moved in with Aizawa in his sleazy apartment.
A few clothes, allmight figures, his school supplies, 5 notebooks filled with quirk information was all he brought to the apartment.
Izuku was given a week for letting everything settle in. His mother was killed in cold blood and he was living with a complete stranger.
What could possible go wrong?
Rather.
What else could he lose?
The nightmares of watching his own mother being shot repeatedly crawled back in his head whenever he closed his eyes.
*BANG!*
One shot through the left lung.
*BANG!*
Another shot through the stomach.
*BANG!*
Another shot right between the eyes.
*BANG!*
One last shot through the heart.
*BANG!*
A shot through the drywall just for the hell of it.
"Deku!"
Waking up from his daydream, rather his daymare. Izuku looked lazily towards Katsuki. The ash-blonde boy was holding a paper bag at infront of the green-headed boys face with a hand on his waist.
"Jesus deku, You're a mess. Eat something at least. You fucking look like a skeleton, and with those bags under your eyes I'd thought that Halloween was near." Katsuki remarked as Izuku took the bag and looked at it's contents.
A chicken sandwich, chips, and a pouch of strawberry jelly-juice. It wasn't a 5 star meal, but he'll take it.
His current guardian was strange to say the least. What Izuku could put together, was that he was a pro hero. He even brought in present mic and Midnight as proof. If Izuku wasn't so sad at his own life, he would've squealed his lungs out at seeing the two famous pro heroes. The hero clad in black was extremely familiar and for some reason put up with izuku's depressing fits.
Like looking towards the ceiling till the wee hours of the morning.
Crying for no reason.
Looking like a zombie.
Being quirkless.
Maybe that last one was exaggerated since Izuku was going to have a quirk, but doesn't know when it'll arrive.
Even so, The man named Aizawa wasn't bothered at all by the boy. He actually comforted the boy to the best of his abilities, like giving him a not-so dead look in the eye, or that time he hugged him for a millisecond before going out on night patrol, or that one time where they went out to a mall and let Izuku pick out a new allmight figure. Izuku wasn't into all might anymore.
In fact, Izuku was tired with the hero business as a whole. He didn't even have a quirk in the first place, so how in the hell would U.A accept a quirkless runt into the hero course.
"Oy Deku. Fucking eat already. We've got to find your quirk out so we can finally train and kick ass together" Katsuki stated with a sneer.
"Ugh... I'm quirkless. Face it. I've already accepted that fact kacchan, it's time you do too" with one bite of his sandwich Katsuki was left speechless.
How dare he give up their dream like that?
How dare he just throw their life plan like that out of the door?
How dare he break his promise?
"Don't you fucking say that deku!" With a slap on his cheek, Katsuki managed to make Izuku widen his usually half-lidded and tired eyes to wince in pain.
He held the part where he slapped him, it stung. It hurt. It was the first real feeling he felt after that cursed day he watched his mother die.
"We're gonna fucking find that damned quirk of yours and we're going to kick villain's ass at U.A! Do I make myself clear!?" Katsuki growled for the whole park to hear.
Izuku was still focused on the stinging pain he felt on his right cheek. Deadpanning at katsuki, he saw genuine anger and fury in his eyes. Not like his petty anger with the bullies that hurt Izuku. This was absolute hell on earth squeezed into an 8 year old.
"That wasn't a fucking request, It isn't even a damned command. It's a deadline. We'll find your fucking elusive quirk. We'll go to U.A. You'll be my fucking sidekick, and you'll fucking enjoy it!" The hatred was pure, the anger was genuine, and the frustration was real. Every word was laced with venom, every syllable was spiked with spite, and every cruse was dipped in anger. Tears even began forming at the corner of the ash-blondes eyes wile he grit his teeth and formed fists with his knuckles so hard that they turned white.
"I-I'm sorry Kacchan" was all Izuku response before standing up, he still had his hand on his cheek. The pain drifted away slowly, but he can't shake the feeling of being alive off of himself just yet. Everything that happened Post-mother's-death was like a blurry dream. Nothing felt quite right in this false world.
"What the fuck deku? WHAT THE FUCK!?" He screamed, rushing over to the boy and with a big right swing. Katsuki was almost able to slug the boys face.
Luckily for Izuku, he managed to block with both of his hands. That rush was there again, the adrenaline, the pain, the thrill of death. What was the worst thing two 8 year olds could do?
"Fucking get a grip Deku!" Shooting his arm forward, Katsuki opened his palms right before Izuku's face. But the explosions didn't happen, the sparks he had a while ago simmered down into nothingness as the boy tried flicking the mental switch within his mind to activate the quirk.
But after a few seconds, still nothing happened.
"What the fuck!?" The explosion user remarked. Pulling his hands away and placing them eye level to his own face, he tried using it again.
Over.
And.
Over.
Again.
10 seconds in and still nothing, could he have contracted Izuku's quirklessness? No, that could never happen. Izuku isn't quirkless, he was just a late bloomer.
Speaking of which, Izuku looked at him intently. He couldn't miss this. The first feeling of life after the death of his mother and a small gap from always being caught up in regret, sorrow, and guilt he finally had some time to kill his own emptiness.
20 seconds of flicking the mental switch and curses later, Katsuki was still furious. But that frustration was driven elsewhere, instead of making Izuku the punching bag. Katsuki was going mad trying to activate his quirk.
Until it happened,
With a loud bang, Katsuki accidentally blew his own face. Smoke simmered from his slightly charred mug while Izuku was holding back some giggles. Another emotion re sparked within the child: Laughter and happiness. An emotion he almost he forgot he had in a span of 7 days.
"What the fuck!?" He yelled. Stumbling back from the fresh explosion katsuki fell flat on his ass.
"What kind of tomm-fuckery is this?" The slightly burnt boy asked himself while rubbing his face with a handkerchief he fished out of his pocket.
Looking at it now, Izuku noticed a scene like this happen in their household.
His mother was using her quirk to grab a plate from the cupboard.
But Izuku rushed her, and tackle-hugged Inko.
The plate fell flat on the tiled ground and broke.
He almost looked sad at the fact he broke a plate.
But she couldn't stay mad at that face for long.
She tried using her quirk again to grab a broom, but to no avail.
It was about half-a minute of struggling before the broom brushed its way to her open hand.
"Truly strange" she muttered to herself while she swept the plate shards.
Flashbacks aside, katsuki finally stood up and gripped the collar of Izuku's shirt.
"Deku..." he growled while furrowing his eyebrows.
"You finally have a fucking quirk!" He placed him down, and gave him one of the biggest bro-hugs he's ever received.
"Wh-What?!" Izuku questioned.
Was katsuki delusional or did he actually need medical attention?
"Uhhmm kacchan. I don't know if you've been paying attention or anything, but I'm quirkless" Izuku replied.
"Don't fucking talk back to me like that. And you're not fucking quirkless. Didn't you see what you did to me? Shithead? You stopped me from using my quirk. That's kind of a pretty big deal." Katsuki admitted.
Izuku's eye widened, he couldn't have any more blind than he already had been. His quirk was right infront of him the whole time and he didn't even see it. All those times his mother couldn't use her quirk was because of him. That time during the fight with the gunned villain was because of him! Whenever he was there, she couldn't pull objects towards her. It was so obvious, and so subtle at the same time!
"Wait wait wait wait. So you're saying. That I have a quirk...that can stop other quirks?" The young green-haired boy asked with a pinch of the bridge of his nose.
"Fucking yeah, dumbass" Katsuki replied.
"Wait. Hang on. Just. Give a moment to wrap my head around this" he walked over to a nearby tree and slumped on it's trunk while sitting down. This was a lot to process. Not only did he have a quirk, but he could stop other people from using theirs.
Why did that sound familiar?
"Wait..." Izuku squinted in thought.
He knew of only one man with the same exact quirk. Aizawa, or by his hero name: Eraser head.
But how could he have had his quirk? Hisashi had firebreathing, while his mother had weak tellekenisis.
It boggled his mind so much that he just decided to call the damn man.
The phone buzzed while he called on his flip phone.
Aizawa wasn't rich by any means, so they caved in and got him a flip phone instead of a smart phone. A convinent and cheap means of contacting him and other people.
He picked up.
"What is it Izuku?" A tired voice simmered through the speakers.
"Hey... it's about my quirk" Izuku replied.
"So it finally manifested huh?" Aizawa remarked. "what's it do Kiddo?"
"I can stop other people from using their quirks for a few seconds. But I still don't know how, and why I have a quirk like this" Izuku stated bluntly.
Extreme coughing could be heard on the other line before he hung up.
"What was that all about?" Katsuki asked while he approached the boy.
"Dunno" he replied.
Break
"Are you okay Shouta?" Yamada asked, approaching the weazing man.
It took a few more seconds before Aizawa found his composure.
"I-It's Izuku's quirk..." he replied.
"Oh? So it finally popped up huh? What does it do?" The blonde man asked.
"Erasure..."
Yamada's jaw flew open and his eyes widened when he spoke that one word.
"How does he have it! And how did he find out!?" He asked almost yelling in the office.
"I don't know. I accidentally hung up when he said that he could, and I quote, Stop other people form using their quirks" Aizawa replied, almost breaking his cold and calculating composure. Aizawa was genuinely surprised that Izuku managed to inherit that side of his quirk.
"What are we gonna do about it?" Yamada asked.
"We'll have to discuss it when I get home. Then we'll train." Aizawa was resolute. Inko always talked about how much Izuku wanted to become a hero, but he was slowly losing his motivation. But the chance has arrived and a new opportunity had popped up for the taking. And Aizawa is willing to train the boy to grab onto his dreams.