Hi! This is Aka. What?! Word_Vomit is evolving! CONGRATULATIONS! Your Word_Vomit has evolved into A_Fanfiction!
Okay basically, this is what happens when a friend and I keep brainstorming ideas, and out of boredom, and not having any reading material while waiting for updates, I've decided to create This fanfic. Super Heroes. This is the first fanfiction I am writing, and I am doing this entirely on a whim, so please don't expect anything great, or any consistent uploading. Also, apologies in advance if some of the scenes are out of character or written in a different style, a friend of mine, the one I keep ranting to, wanted a piece of the action, writing some of the scenes. Without further ado, Let's begin.
Chapter 1: Wake Up Call
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
'What is that sound...' the thought echoed in his mind.
'Where am I...' Izuku tried to open his eyes, though instantly regretted it. The harsh white light above his head was blinding, especially after just waking up. A low, way too low groan sounded out, and for a moment, he didn't recognise that voice even though it had definitely come from him.
"So, you're finally awake." a deep voice sounded with a slight chuckle.
He let out another groan, moving an arm to cover his eyes before trying to push himself up. The tugging of something attached to his arm went almost unnoticed, though the stinging sensation on his arm grabbed his attention.
"Woah there kiddo, relax, you're in a hospital in Shizuoka" the voice assured, a hand was placed on his chest. and with it came the familiar smell of woodsmoke and campfires.
"... Dad? Is that you..?" the bed raised into a deck-chair like shape as the whir of the actuators almost drowned out the insidious beeping of the heart monitor.
"Long time no see, hey kiddo, it's been a while since we've talked in person" as Izuku opened his eyes, he saw his father sitting by the bedside looking like he hadn't slept in nearly a month. "You've been through the wringer lately, haven't you kiddo, what with getting kidnapped and all… You've... grown," he continued, though it was obvious he was leaving out something.
"What happened… Where are the other captives… If I'm here, did they all make it out?" the last few memories Izuku had were those of punching someone in the face while screaming, though it was probably a while since then if he was in the hospital now.
Hisashi just gives him a toothy grin at that. "You did damn well, Izuku, heh, raised more hell than even All Might did at that, and he called out all the heroes on live television! Bloody damn hilarious that was," his smile faded slightly, taking a breath in. "As for the others, you got them all out, but their situations is the same as you. Everyone's been in a coma after passing out on the streets. With you waking up now, I'm hoping it's not long before the other victims wake up. I'd tell you more, but honestly, I think you can see from the IV and a mirror the effects, and I don't know even half of the words on the doctor's clipboards."
Izuku saw him shrugging sheepishly before he pointed towards the iv drip rack… which was covered in IV bags. "... what am I looking at?" He looked back to Hisashi to see him pressing the call button.
Upon feeling eyes on him, Hisashi just shrugged again. "Let's wait for the doctors to show up, I'm about as curious as you are." He sits still for a moment, before suddenly standing up as if remembering something. "Actually... Sit tight, someone wants to see you, kiddo, some blond called Yagi Toshinori, and an old veteran hero"
Hisashi approached the door, then flung it open. "Hey old man, kiddo's awake now, you too gramps"
It was at that moment where Toshinori, and a diminutive old man stepped through the open doorway behind Hisashi. While Toshinori was wearing his usual overly baggy clothes, the old man was wearing a white and yellow hero costume, as well as a black domino mask.
"So this is the boy, ey Toshinori? Not bad, he looks decently fit, not as beefy as you were back in the day, but definitely better than how you are now, you stringbean," the old man cracked. He sent a humorous gaze towards the blond. "Midoriyas. Nice to meet you, the name's Sorahiko Torino, but you can call me Gran Torino."
"Like I said, an old veteran hero. Right now, we're waiting for a nurse to arrive. I don't understand half of the fancy words on their clipboards so we're waiting for the one coming to tell us. You two might as well take a seat in here." Hisashi sat back down in the bedside chair and gestured to the other seats in the room.
"Better than waiting and standing outside for hours on end," Torino huffed, before hopping onto a chair.
Toshinori just stood awkwardly, before joining his mentor. He sent a look to the younger Midoriya, who in return simply mouthed 'we'll talk later.'
. . .
Moments later, the telltale sound of shoes on tiles notified the unlikely group of four of the arrival of one of the hospital's staff members.
"Good morning, Mister Midoriya." they took a glance around the room. "Oh my, it seems you have some guests. Would you like for me to explain what's changed to everyone before taking your son off to be examined?"
"That would be nice, yeah."
"As you wish. The first thing you will notice, in terms of physical changes, is an increase in height, the development of musculature, and the development of your vocal cords. Meanwhile, less visible changes include a rapid increase in metabolic rate, as well as an increase in the productivity of bodily organs. In short, you will need to eat more, but don't need to worry about exercising unless you're trying to build up muscle. Your body will turn most of the excess food into energy instead of waste. One change that we are hoping to identify is a change in physical and mental capabilities, as one of the most recently awake have shown signs of an increased reaction time as well as increased stamina. Their current limits are approximately four hours. More information will be made available after testing. Do you have any questions?" all they got in return was four blank stares.
Silence reigned for a moment, until the rumbling of a stomach broke the serenity, and plunged the room into an awkward pause. "Can I get a waffle?" Izuku broke the silence once more, followed by Hisashi's and Torino's cackling.
Since he had been kept in captivity for a week, and comatose for slightly longer, the doctors had run Izuku through a series of tests. The tests were simple initially, they only tested to see if his body was working as one normally should. Though over the span of a few days, the number of machines which he had been placed in could make anyone concerned. At least his mom had woken up from her coma though, that was a definite plus. It would have broken him if his mom didn't make it out even though he did.
On a more mundane note, mom had to go through the same tests that he did, and while that was happening, he had to do physical fitness tests. The doctors said it was to see what had changed for him physically, which, he could understand. He didn't remember getting grades this ludicrously high at school. He didn't think he was capable of getting three seconds on a fifty-meter dash, nor put a small dent in the punching machine, but the dent and timer definitely weren't lying, even after redoing the tests again to make sure they were accurate. The only test which he couldn't redo was the endurance test and that…
. . .
"How long do you feel like you can go for, mister Midoriya?" the treadmill slowed to a stop as the doctor approached, clipboard and stopwatch in hand.
"I-I don't know, sir. I don't feel tired though so that's something right?" Izuku rubbed the back of his head, wiping off the very little sweat that started to gather on it.
The doctor only gave him an unbelieving look before he responded. "Mister Midoriya, there are two things which I would like to say to you. First of all, you've been running on a specially made treadmill that goes at faster speeds than they would normally allow, and you've been running at almost Eighty Kilometres an hour for the past three hours, to the point where someone's come to see you and they've been waiting for almost half an hour. Second of all, I would appreciate it if you didn't call me 'sir', that makes me feel older than I should be. I know I'm around sixty but I am still in better shape than my granddaughter, and she's planning to go to UA! If you have to call me something, then please call me Doctor Yanagi, or just Doctor."
"Uhh- okay si- Doctor Yanagi… Who's the person who came to see me?" Izuku hopped off the treadmill and grabbed one of the towels on the side. "And um… where do I find…"
"Naomasa Tsukauchi is the man that's looking for you"
"Right, so where can I find him?"
"You don't need to worry about that, just head back to your hospital room, I will have him directed your way." Dr. Yanagi turned his back on the room, grasping the door. "If you need something, just press the call button, and someone will be there as quickly as they can." Shortly after saying this, the doctor turned around and left.
Having kept his visitor waiting long enough, Izuku dashed out of the room and back towards his hospital room.
As Izuku ran, another meeting was taking place in the opposite direction. Hisashi had been waiting for the doctor, hoping to calm his mind.
"Doctor, what can you tell me about the marks I've seen on his skin? I could see them all over him," ever-observant Hisashi questioned in concern. He had seen them while helping Izuku change into basic workout clothes. Small, faint, star-like marks littered his son's skin, from the torso to his shoulders.
Doctor Yanagi huffed exhaustedly before he answered. "Faded scar tissue, most of them. Burn scars, likely quirk based judging from the particular shape of them" he turned to face Hisashi, who was hunched over, a sad expression on his face. "Am I right in assuming you know of where these scars came from?"
"... He said that the bullying stopped…" In truth, Hisashi didn't hear much about Izuku's school. He hadn't for years, though, now after the revelation, Izuku's constant wearing of long-sleeved t-shirts, as horrid as some of the designs may be, started to make sense. It was to hide the small myriad of starburst scars. It was unacceptable. He had to do something about this. "I… I need to make some calls… if you would excuse me"
"Alright, Mr. Midoriya. Oh, and if the topic of schools comes to your attention, perhaps you should look a little closer towards this prefecture, It is close enough to Musutafu after all, and quite the number of them have zero-tolerance policies."
"... Thankyou, Doctor." his barely audible words echoed through the empty halls, Hisashi left the hospital. He had a lot to do, after all.
Whoooooooo~ that took longer than expected! and its only like, 2k words huh. Doesn't look like much on my monitor... but anyways, how's that for the beginning of a story? NGL I don't really know how to start these things other than waking up or making some sort of statement, first fic from me after all (kinda). Im going to try to get this far. No clue how much blood sweat and tears I can put into this tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Any constructive criticisms would be nice if I could figure out how comments work on FFN. Reading fics on this site is quite different from AO3 though, so it may take me a while to find stuff and whatnot.