(A/N) heavily retooled ending, more info and review response below
"Izuku!"
"Yes?"
"Tell me exactly what what happened when you found your quirk out"
"Alright"
"I think it started...when I was around 4" Izuku explained whenever he was near, Inko would start having trouble with her quirk. He even retold what he thought transpired when they confronted the gunned villain, and his short skirmish with bakugou.
With a loud sigh, Aizawa slumped into his chair. Izuku's quirk was undeniably a variance of erasure. But it had enough difference to be registered as a completely different quirk, it was confusing at first but after a few seconds of wrapping his head around it he can deduce a couple of things.
"How long did you say katsuki was unable to use his quirk?" Aizawa lazily asked.
"About half a minute or 20-ish seconds maybe" He replied.
"Right" So his theory was correct. Izuku needed physical contact to activate his quirk, it also only affects a person for 20 to 30 seconds. But that was a damn powerful quirk if you really think about it, being able to prevent someone from using their quirk was extremely useful in the hero industry. All he needed now was a trainer, and Aizawa was willing to give it his all.
"How does it feel when you use it?" He asked back.
"I...can't really say how... or how it feels..." Izuku mumbled back.
It doesn't feel like anything really. It was just kinda there, no tingle, no shock, no pump, and no boost in emotion or feeling when his quirk is active.
"We should get you registered. You know, after a bit of rest"
"Sure" Izuku replied.
After a short nap for Izuku, they went up to a gym of sorts. But Izuku knew that this was no ordinary gym, with the ensemble of quirks dominating more than 80% of the world normal structures have been remodeled to help those with special needs.
Say example: a person with a fire quirk.
They don't stick him into a building with wooden walls, that's suicide.
A nice cold and hard cement wall engraved by pillars of iron surrounded the whole gym, intimidating appearances aside, the interior was actually quite nice. The walls were layered in different coloured fluffy pads and the exercising machines were scarce for some reason. From what izuku learned from the place, is that it was mostly used for quirk training, not really on conventional exercise.
"I presume you're Izuku Midoriya?" A lanky and tall man clad in a business attire greeted the two inside the gym.
"Alright, now. As you know quirks can be very useful or very dangerous gifts people have-"
"Save us the lecture please. We're only here to get Izuku registered and leave." Aizawa interrupted, garnering the lanky man to blush and clear his throat in embarrassment. He forgot that the kid's guardian was a pro hero.
"Alright then, let us begin!" The test started, it began with Izuku giving graphic details of how it works, then actually trying it out with the man, from what they saw they discovered that Izuku had a timer on how long the effects last. The suppression type quirk lasts for 25 seconds before the effects dissipate. What was most intriguing was the fact that if Izuku continued to touch the person, the timer resets and he could theoretically suppress a person's quirk for an infinite amount of time. His quirk wasn't activated subconsciously, but the fact that it was *always active was also an anomaly.
"Right, before I finish the paperwork. What would you like to name your quirk?" The business ready man asked, carrying a stack of papers from the suitcase he was holding.
"Uhh..." Izuku had mental block again. He wasn't horrendous in situations like this, but the fact that his quirk name was going to be semi-permanent and he could only update it in another six months was going to his head. The boy was never good with banter or name making, so this was extra hard.
"If it's okay with you, I'd suggest something" Aizawa added, making the boy look towards his way. "Yeah, g-go ahead" Izuku replied.
"What do you do when you take a criminal's weapons?" Izuku tilted his head in confusion, taking away a criminal's weapon? Now what did that mean? Giving the boy a few moments to ponder on the quip, he finally got it.
"You unarm them" Izuku flatly answered. "Wait... " the boy squinted his eyes in thought. "Unarm!" Izuku snapped his fingers the moment he got it. It was such a nice quirk name, it wasn't too intimidating but didn't give the vibe that it was useless. Kinda like his guardian's quirk: Erasure. weird that they have an eerily similar quirk, but Izuku decided to just shrug it off.
"Congratulations Izuku Midoriya, your quirk is now registered." With a warm smile the business suited man gave them a paper of confirmation and a wave before they left the gymnasium.
"Shoouta!" A feminine call emerged from behind the two as they walked out of the gym.
"Shouldn't we greet her?" Izuku asked, looking back to see a woman with light blue hair waving and jogging her way to their spot.
"Just keep walking izuku" He replied with a slightly strained voice as the two actually started to break into a sprint.
After a few minutes of running, the father and son duo managed to lose her in the hosu ward mall. Well they thought they lost her.
"Shouta! That was mean." The woman managed to sneak her way infront of the two, and managed to get a scared squeal from Izuku.
"Ugh... Hi Emi." Aizawa begrudgingly greeted. Izuku gave the woman a quizzical look before she responded with a bright smile.
"Aww Shouta, so this is the little tyke you and yamada have been talking about. Why haven't you introduced me yet?" Emi asked with an elbow nudge.
"Introduce away, it's not like I'm stopping you or anything." He lazily replied.
"Aww. You're going soft now that you have a kid." She teased.
"Just get it over with, Me and Izuku still have to train."
"Train?" Izuku questioned, tearing away his gaze from the jolly woman back to his scraggy care-taker.
"You wanted to be a hero, right kid? I don't see why not" Aizawa responded.
Becoming a hero? Why was that thought so alienating? It has been a solid week since Izuku wanted to become a hero, sure that might not be a very long time. But what he's been through, he doesn't know if heroes are trustworthy anymore.
Seeing the boy question his mental scope, Aizawa sighed. A long and heavy one at that. "At least do it for Inko Kid" he added. Izuku's eyes widened. How could he forget his mother's last wishes? She supported him all the way through, and even if she wasn't here today Inko would've loved to see Izuku become the hero he always cheered himself to be one day.
But could he do it? Sure he had a quirk, but it wasn't groundbreaking or anything like that. Katsuki had literally bombs on his palms, endeavor had a personal flamethrower for a beard, allmight had superhuman, and what did Izuku have? Izuku could stop someone from using their quirk. What could 25 measly seconds do in a battle?
Wait, in actually that sounds absolutely broken. Taking away an ability someone trusts their life upon is absolutely insane in the right hands. Like his guardian Aizawa. 'There it is again', the boy thought. The comparison between himself and Aizawa. Sure they had similar quirks, but that's where the similarities end. Izuku had his mother's eyes, face, hair, and basically everything. 'But how in the world did I get a variance of Aizawa's quirk?'
"Is the kid alright?" Emi whisper-asked aizawa, looking at the boy furiously muttering to himself.
"It's fine, he just does that sometimes." Aizawa whispered back.
"Hey kid I've got something for ya!" Pulling himself away from his thoughts the woman placed a light blue scarf around the boy's neck to his surprise. The scarf had this warmth that Izuku noticed the moment she put it on him, it felt absolutely wonderful to the touch. He was melting in comfort while the woman gave a hearty chuckle.
"Emi, could you not?" Aizawa stated.
"What? You wouldn't take it. So I gave it to the next best thing" She responded with a snicker.
"You tried to make me replace my capture gear with that horrendous thing" Aizawa pointed out to the scarf Izuku was wearing, speaking of which. Izuku was still there relishing the warmth and softness of the fabric.
"What? Its a nice style for you" Emi giggled. "Besides, there's a lot of good tech packed into that thing" Izuku momentarily tore away from his fluffy comfort to ask the blue-haired woman.
"Who are you and why is this scarf so amazing?" He demanded, almost breaking away from his sheepish nature.
"Haha! That's the spirit kid! I'm Emi Fukukado, Shouta's future wife!" With a big smile and peace sign she introduced herself.
"Future wife? So h-he isn't heartless?" Izuku lowly muttered.
"Heartless?" Emi burst into a cackle of laughter, much to Aizawa's dismay.
"Right, you gave the kid a gift, you've introduced yourself, now if you'd excuse us" gripping Izuku's wrist, Aizawa started to take his leave. He already had a tick on his forehead, but Emi still had stuff to say.
"Hang on! Don't you want to know what it does?!" She called out.
"Ugh, fine. Just make it quick" Aizawa halted to a stop before she came up to Izuku and crouched a bit so she was eye-level to him.
"Okay, so first thing's off. There's a temperature sensor and adjustment module cracked somewhere in there. It adjusts to the right temperature the person is most comfortable with."
'So that's why it always felt like heaven.' Izuku thought to himself.
"And another thing. It listens in to a person's mind, specifically yours. The ends of the scarf act like a second pair of arms, it moves through thought so don't worry about commands or anything." She stated with a big smile.
"Th-Thank you!" Izuku gave her a big and warm hug.
"Eyy... anything for my future kid." She replied, ruffling his hair.
"Future kid?" He questioned.
"What?" With a false tone of confusion, Emi almost yelled.
"Shouta, you haven't told him yet?" She turned he gaze from the freckled boy back to Aizawa, who was avidly trying to avoid this topic in specific.
"Why? What's gonna happen?" The little kid asked.
"You haven't seen the adoption papers that shouta's been bending over backwards for? I mean, its a pretty big deal if you ask me."
'Alright. that was the last straw'. Aizawa thought as he let go of Izuku's wrist and pulled emi into a corner that wasn't filled with people, the whole way Emi was whining mostly due to Aizawa pulling her by tugging on her ear.
"Ouch... what was that all about?" Emi asked. A tear in her eye from the pain.
"Why the hell did say all those things? I was going to give Izuku some time to settle down and warm up to me and this whole situation. Now that he knows, it's at a 50/50 chance that he'll accept it or not." The man scolded.
"I don't see the harm in telling him. And if he actually takes in some of your traits, then he'll be quick to accept you." She cheerily replied.
"Ugh, the problem is that he's not like me. He's more like Inko than anything" Aizawa replied with a pinch of the bridge of his nose.
"Oh shouta, talking about other women while you're still chatting with me. You teaser you" she winked and nudged his side with her elbow.
"Whatever" he replied before they returned to izuku.
"You guys good?" He innocently asked the two.
"Just peachy" Aizawa boredly replied.
"One step closer to marriage" Emi responded with a cheeky smile.
"Gross" the tired man added.
They left the mall, and headed back home. The walk was short and sweet towards the train station, Izuku was still extremely interested in his new scarf. Even making it pick up some rocks on the side of the road and chucking them behind him sometimes. The best thing was the fact that Izuku was quick to accept that he was being adopted, he knew that it was just going to be a matter of time. But it was a bit better that he was moving in with someone that he knew for quite some time.
Break
"Hey...Izuku?" Aizawa asked while the two sat inside the train. "Y-Yeah Aizawa-san?" The freckled boy replied, playing with the hems of his scarf.
"I need to ask you this... Are you okay with... you know, all of *This happening?" Gesturing to himself, Aizawa asked the young boy of his opinion.
"Hmmm..." the 8-year old hummed in thought, it was a rough ride to be honest. One day you're grieving your mother's death, the next day, you're celebrating the manifestation of your quirk. Sure, adoption was somewhat of a touchy topic the boy had wanted to avoid. But it was inevitable really, Izuku knew that one way or another he would've been put up in a foster home. But he was glad that he was wrong, Aizawa was willing to put up with him even longer. Even though the boy was a drag to take care of, it was nice to know that someone in this cruel world genuinely cared for you. But he already accepted that he was going to be adopted.
"I think... I-I'd l-like it" Izuku replied, Giving Aizawa a big smile underneath his light blue scarf. 'This kid is way too cute for his own good' a thought that popped into the scruffy man's head as he gave the young boy a pat on the head.
"By the way, I'm not sure if they'd let me, but. When the process of adoption is done, and the papers are signed, your last name will change. I need to ask you again, are you okay with that?" The train stopped momentarily for a stop. Aizawa's tone was concerned and bored at the same time, relatively his face was also with his usual stoic expression. But the 4 year old Izuku only nodded in response. The train started to run again as the boy pondered on this new information.
Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya. The last name of him, his father, and his mother was about to cut off, severed, and removed from his persona. Was it worth it? Was it dishonoring his mother's name? Was it bad that he doesn't actually mind whether or not he kept his prior name? 'No. No. No. No. No. No!' izuku's thoughts are treading back into dark waters as he hyperventilates and grips onto the armrests of the train.
His mother, her last name was going to be removed, the only remanence he had left in her memory. Was it bad that he doesn't mind? Or is it bad that he doesn't give change a chance. Izuku's mother, Inko, was a kind, shy, and very loving and understanding person. But why does it feel so wrong to almost brush aside that her name was going to be washed away.
Break
Aizawa watched with silent sadness as he saw his own child quietly panic in the train, His solemn eyes drifted down to the child heavily breathing and gripping onto the rails of the arm rest. The scarf was absorbing he moisture from the trickling sweat Izuku was having. It was pitying to watch, Aizawa knew that he couldn't help him. He's watched this play out more times than he could count in a week. If he were to interrupt the boy now, Izuku would just continue it when he was alone with his thoughts again.
Distractions were needed, but only when deemed nesecarry. This was one of Aizawa's mottos in life, to an extent. He was a man of reason, not just blind faith. He doesn't know if he could still patch up Izuku's attitude, traumas and mannerisms, Maybe he could give that new therapist he's been looking into a try. 'No, It won't work' Aizawa thought as he shook his head. Izuku's stubborn in a way, his train of thought went by and doesn't stop until it goes to its official pitstop.
"I'm not sure, its kinda a big desicion for me right now. I think my mom wouldn't like me changing it. But if she were here I don't think she'd actually ban me or you know, deter me from changing my last-" izuku mumbled on, his eyes blank and his hand on his chin as words meshed about on his almost whisper-like voice. Aizawa stared at him patiently, the train kept this pace where they had 2 more minutes before he had to stop his train of thought to go back home into their apartment.
2 minutes in and still no answer, a flurry of emotion and different facial expressions flew from Izuku's face while he mumbled on.
Remembering all the times he and his mother played hero and civilian.
He smiled.
Remembering that one time when the gardener from across the street mistook him for a shrub.
He scowled.
Remembering Kacchan using his quirk like a makeshift flashbang to deter his bullies.
He smiled.
Remembering the Shots that pierced his mother's heart.
He almost cried.
Izuku stopped himself mid-tear, 'I'm already eight. I shouldn't be crying anymore' he brought up his light-blue scarf to wipe away some would-be tears. From all his ramblings and thoughts, he found something out. A memory of a conversation he and his mother had a week prior to her death.
But before he could replay the flashback in his head, the train went on a full stop.
"Current stop for: Tatooine city train station" the robotic P.A announced as he and Aizawa went off the train. Izuku still held onto that thought as Aizawa gripped his wrist as they walked their way back to the sleazy apartment. An awkward silence took them as they walked down the sidewalk, well Aizawa was the only one feeling awkward. Izuku's head was in the clouds, replaying the scene again with his loving mother.
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey mom! Mom!" A young 3-year old izuku called inko as he was sprawled on his bed with an allmight onesie.
"What is it Izuku-dear?" Inko asked with a warm smile as she approached him and sat by his bedside.
"If I had allmight's quirk, would I be number one hero?" Izuku asked, his vocabulary not entirely complete as his mother giggled at this.
"Of course sweetie, what makes you think that you won't become an amazing hero?" She asked.
"Hey Hey. Will I be a good hero even if I look like endeavor?" Izuku asked, trying to make the best scowling face he could do.
"Oh Izuku, No matter what you look like, Who you are, what your quirk is, what your name is, what kind of person you are, you'll always become a great hero in my book" Inko said with a kiss on his forehead while she tucked him in his bed.
*FLASHBACK END*
"I-I think I'm okay with it" Izuku said with a low tone, Aizawa could barely hear it. "What?" The tall man asked as he looked down to the boy with a small hand in his own. "I think I-I'm okay with it. Y-You know, the name change." Izuku said, with a teary smile and a new found conviction in his eyes, Aizawa almost broke a smile looking at the boy, but his emotions must be kept. He doesn't want the boy to feel too comfortable now, especially when their training is gonna go by.
"Good" He blankly replied, he looked onwards to the road, the sun was already setting, and a new page tot he book of Izuku's story was going to be added.
(A/N) the main reason why I changed the ending for this chapter and why I deleted the 5th chapter is because I was unhappy with how I wrote it, and basically said to myself "why did I even post it". If you guys don't already know, I write each chapter in one go. So you could practically throw proofreading out he window. Oh! I actually do have a proofreader btw, he doesn't really proofread. He kinda gives vague suggestions at best.
Review responses ψ(´)ψ
Guest:Just a critique but the erase quirk shouldn't make Bakugo's quirk not work since his quirk is not to punch explosions but to sweat nitroglycerin which wouldn't be negated by that quirk
Ethan: oh! Izuku doesn't actually deactivate his nitroglycerin sweat, he actually erases the means of igniting it. Musaru's quirk basically makes the heat on his palms fizzle up and burst, while Mitsuki has glycerin as sweat, making her skin like a baby's. Katsuki mixed both his parent's quirk and has explosive sweat, his palms are basically like pins on a grenade( if his palms were both the pin and grenade itself) so Izuku basically shuts off the : means of activating the explosive part of his quirk.
CrownClown.14th: Izukushouto
Ethan: Uhhh... sorry to burst your bubble or anything,but there might not be any romance in this fanfic. Well, that depends if I find it necessary.
(A/N) well, that's it for this chapter. Till next time!