Chapter II- The Beginining
It is not clear when it began but people speculate it has been nearly two centuries since that day.
The day when the whole world was taken aback by the news of the birth of a mysterious luminous baby in a city in China.
The news had been circulated throughout the world and scientists and researchers from all over the world began researching this peculiar phenomenon that had suddenly occurred in the world.
After several experiments were done on the samples taken from the baby, scientists found a peculiar strand of DNA that had been present in the cellular structure of the baby. Studying it further, scientists were able to discover that the origination of this phenomenon was due to that DNA strand.
Soon after, several cases of people unlocking weird abilities began making headlines and were constantly being reported from various parts of the world. Some people could create ice blocks to cover their hands; people could move objects telepathically and do other weird things.
Scientists began researching further in this new phenomenon and surely, each of these people had that unique strand that was traced as the origin of all these weird abilities.
But as time progressed, extraordinary things became ordinary.
And these new abilities were given the name of,
Quirks.
However, these abilities opened up the gates for newer possibilities.
Dreams became a reality.
And soon enough, movies became real.
With the emergence of Quirks, the order and law enforced by the governments of the world began falling. There was a sudden increase in the number of criminals who were termed as Villains.
To deal with this new threat, governments all around the world decided to form their group of people.
A group that would combat these villains to maintain order and peace.
A group that would work to deliver justice to all those who were wronged.
A group of Heroes.
From that group, emerged many who were considered as the epitome of the Hero society. However, amongst all of them stood one person who became the 'Symbol of Peace'. Was none other than All Might.
But this isn't his story. It's the story of Izuku Midoriya.
Izuku felt nothing but pain. The pain was the thing he had become most familiar with over the months. For over a year, Izuku's mother had, in no uncertain terms, beaten the dogshit out of him five days out of the week. He had undergone ruthless physical training in combat, stealth, cardio, weight training, a bit of gymnastics, and even parkour for when it would inevitably become necessary.
And Izuku loved and hated every minute of it.
At age 4, Izuku started with something relatively light: dodge training. Inko called in a favor that an old associate from her time as a pro owed her, and she managed to secure a small training room in the city as well as a frightening amount of small, rubber balls. Izuku's objective was simple: dodge the oncoming projectiles that his mother would launch at him with an unsettling grin. It seemed simple enough until he realized that his mother even with her eyes closed had an impeccable aim and the arm of a major league pitcher. And later, to make things worse she had him dodge blindfolded.
What she did not tell him was that she'd be yoinking the balls behind him back into her grasp with her quirk, and he'd have to dodge those, too. It doubled as training in situational awareness.
At the young age of 5, Izuku learned firsthand an unpleasant experience and what it meant to be quirkless regardless of his suspicions of the accuracy of his status. This lesson came in the form of two distinct incidents happening on the same day, one being more pleasant than the other.
The first incident began with a regular day at school for Izuku; that was, if regular involved him jumping in front of his sorta-friend, Katsuki Bakugo, before the explosive blonde could continue tormenting another boy cowering on the ground. Izuku would have liked to believe that it wasn't a regular occurrence, but…
"The hell are you doing, Deku?!" the ash blonde growled at him with eyes filled with more annoyance than anger.
"You can't just beat people down like this, Kacchan!" Izuku responded with a tinge of exasperation. "You've made your point already… whatever point that even was, to begin with."
That, in Izuku's estimation, may not have been the right thing to say.
"Oh, Bakugo growled in a low, dangerous tone. "You think you're better than me, huh? What the hell can you even do about it, you quirkless Deku?!"
Izuku didn't particularly want this to end in violence, but he knew that it was becoming unavoidable. A glance around showed that they were beginning to attract a crowd of other students, and he saw a teacher wander over to see what the ruckus was about. By then, the kid who was previously cowering had long since made his escape while Bakugo and company were distracted, so all the teacher saw was Bakugo and two others surrounding the unsettling kid who didn't have a quirk. So, he did what any other reasonable adult would do in that situation.
He turned around and walked away.
'That's… that's gotta be illegal, right?' Izuku thought with a deadpan frown. He didn't dwell on it, however, as he had a more pressing issue to deal with in the form of a pissed-off Bakugo and his two lackeys making their way toward him. He did not want to fight them, but it seemed inevitable. He just hoped his mother wouldn't be too upset with him.
"If I have to stop you myself, that's exactly what I'll do," he said with a measure of conviction that took Bakugo slightly aback. "It's what a hero would do."
And that, Izuku learned, was not the right thing to say.
"You looking down on me, you shitty, worthless nerd?!" Bakugo almost screamed. "Guess I'll have to finally put you in your place and remind you of the goddamn pebble you are!"
"I can't do that Kacchan. I can't let you bully him like that." The green-haired boy said as he stood in front of the boy. The boy could feel Bakugo's pissed-off aura but stood his ground nonetheless.
"Oi Deku! Are you going to take the beating for him?" One of the two lackeys that followed Bakugo around asked smugly.
"Yes. Because that is what anyone would do." The green-haired boy said. He glanced around and saw most people cheering him on.
The spiky blond, Bakugo, growled in anger. "Oi, you shitty nerd, are you still going on about being a hero?" Small sparks started emerging from his hands.
Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn't intimidated by Bakugo but he still held his ground. "Yes. I want to be a hero."
Bakugo began laughing mockingly. "As if a quirkless nobody like you can become a Hero!" The blonde then glanced at the greenette and smirked. "Look behind you, Deku! That boy you wanted to save has already run away!"
Izuku turned his head and indeed found that the boy had run away. He turned his head to look at Bakugo who was smirking menacingly at him.
"Maybe you need a little reminder of your place, shitty Deku!" The blonde growled as small explosions went off in his hands.
The green-haired boy closed his eyes and prepared himself for the attack. It wasn't something new to him.
After all, this was what happened all the time. Every time Bakugo and his lackeys would try to beat him or bully him, the teachers would just turn a blind eye to that. As if what was happening, did not concern them in any way. As if Izuku was not their problem in any way.
And so, the green-haired little boy watched on as Bakugo charged at him with mini explosions sparking in his palms but when Izuku steadied himself to dodge he saw Bakugo floating mid-air. He was just confused and decided to risk getting himself burnt just to see what the heck was going on and so he waited.
And waited.
And waited a little more.
But nothing happened. He did not feel any pain. Had he grown accustomed to the pain? He did not doubt that after all that training his mother put him through he must have grown some kind of pain tolerance.
"WHAT THE HELL DEKU!"
Izuku flinched, hearing Bakugo shout like that.
He saw Bakugo kicking the air while glaring at him as if trying to burn him alive.
"Why the hell can't I touch you!?" Bakugo yelled his question.
"W-What?" Izuku muttered equally surprised himself.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, as more explosions went off in his hands. He ran at Izuku, his palm drawing close to Izuku's face.
Izuku was frozen in shock. This was the first time Bakugo had gone for his head. Was Bakugo trying to kill him?
Time slowed down for Izuku.
As Bakugo's hands drew close, for some reason, Izuku could see some form of energy around Bakugo's hand. The energy was expanding volatilely as if waiting to explode.
And then suddenly, his perception increased. Out of nowhere, he became aware of everything and anything in his surroundings. In that minuscule time, he became aware of everything within the school. He could see the bird perched on a distant tree, the swing in the opposite direction of his vision.
He did not understand what was happening. But knew that, if he did not do anything, Bakugo would forever scar his face.
So, he prepared to dodge but something peculiar happened.
As Bakugo got close enough to Izuku's face, he let out a small explosion powerful enough to break a child-sized rock.
But to the amazement of Izuku and the absolute shock of Bakugo and his lackeys, the explosion stopped inches before Izuku's face and parted in two different ways.
It was as if a barrier of some sort had been erected before Izuku's face.
Bakugo's face turned into a vicious snarl. "WHAT THE HELL DEKU!? Just stand down and take the beating, you bastard!" He tried sending another explosion, this time aimed at Izuku's chest but found that he could not get near him. Even then he let the explosion go off, and once again found that the explosion could not even reach him.
And without any further preamble, Bakugo threw a right hook at Izuku, his fist crackling with small explosions from his quirk. Resigning himself to his fate, Izuku quickly sidestepped the punch and snapped a firm hold onto the blonde's arm, flipping him over his hip and slamming Bakugo to the ground with a thud.
Bakugo was frozen; Deku, the weak, defenseless nerd, had reversed his attack. Deku could defend himself. It was a shock to his system and caused him to freeze and only stare up at the boy above him, and he did not like what he saw.
Meanwhile, Izuku has felt the world slow down once again. A familiar heat he felt during his training made itself known in his chest, but it also felt like twinges of it were spreading throughout his body. That was certainly new; he'd think about that later, though. In his periphery, he saw several grotesquely long fingers lunge for him at a crawling pace. Sidestepping once more, he seized the boy's long fingers and employed one of the tactics his mother had drilled into him: ruthlessly attack joints if your opponent was dumb enough to leave them exposed.
And with a pop that made everyone in the area wince, that was exactly what he did.
He still could not rest, though, as his final opponent was trying to lunge at him from his other side. The portly boy with minimally effective wings tried to use the barest of glides his quirk allowed to get the drop on Izuku. The heat in his chest left him, but the heat in the rest of his body remained. Turning around to face the winged boy head-on, he swung his arm out to clothesline the boy and kill any momentum he had.
That was the intention, anyway.
What happened was that the boy slammed into Izuku's arm as if it were a wall, and Izuku inadvertently launched the larger boy into the crowd with the followthrough of his swing.
Yes, that was certainly a new development.
While Izuku was stuck contemplating what exactly happened amidst the deathly silent and awestruck crowd, Bakugo was focused on what he had seen.
He gritted his teeth. His eyes moved upwards and met Izuku's eyes. And for the third time that day, his eyes widened in shock.
Because staring right back at him weren't the green eyes that he had become so accustomed to.
Instead, a pair of green eyes that shone like Emeralds stared back at him. These eyes were different. These eyes had a certain glow in them that did not fit well with him. These eyes seemed to pierce right through him, gazing at his soul and judging him.
There was something wrong with Izuku's eyes and Bakugo did not like it.
'Deku's got a fucking quirk… and he's been lying about it!'
While Bakugo silently fumed at the perceived injustice, the teacher from earlier had finally returned to handle the ruckus. However, he was met with a silent collection of children all staring in tangible wonder and fear at Izuku.
"Midoriya, what have you done to these boys?!" The teacher immediately accused with a stern glare at the young green-head. A part of Izuku wanted to flinch and cower at the glare he was receiving, but a larger part found the man lacking in intimidation factor compared to the frightening taskmaster that was his mother. However, the older man did not even give Izuku a chance to speak before he quickly disregarded him entirely.
"I don't want to hear any of your lies," he said before turning to a bystander. "What did Midoriya do to those boys?"
Said bystander, a brunette with a heavy chameleon mutation, looked as if he was about to speak before one of his eyes fell on Izuku. The chameleon boy subconsciously flinched at the gaze, regardless of how nonthreatening it was.
"Um, nothing," he quickly answered. "He did nothing."
The teacher raised an eyebrow, not convinced. "Oh, He asked, now turning his gaze to the crowd at large. "Did Midoriya truly do nothing?"
The choruses of "yep," "yeah," "uh-huh," and "I'm not a rat" surprised the teacher. It was very unusual for anyone to go to bat for the little, quirkless weirdo, much less an entire crowd of bystanders who had just watched a fight. Realizing he couldn't reprimand him without any proof, he scanned the area to find even the smallest thing to pin on the boy. His eyes landed on one of the students on the ground, clutching his fingers as if they had been broken. A cruel smirk finally found its way onto his face, he walked over to the boy and kneeled beside him.
"Did Midoriya do this to you?" He asked as gently as he could manage.
The boy briefly looked up at the man through the pain before his gaze flickered to the aforementioned boy, and he immediately clammed up.
"I-I fell," he quickly stuttered out before shutting his mouth again.
The man was now positively beside himself. He could not fathom what the hell the boy had done to command such… fear. Was it fear coming from the other children? It certainly wasn't respect or anything positive in nature. The man made a mental note that Midoriya needed to be watched by the faculty and potentially some other parties.
Before he could travel any further down that thread, the boy of the hour hesitantly stepped forward. Izuku weathered the weary and fearful looks of the other children as well as the heated glares from the teacher and Bakugo before stopping in front of the kid whose fingers he, as his mother would say, forcefully readjusted.
The crowd of onlookers had assumed that they could not have been any more surprised by the day's events, but the blatant display of a quirk from the quirkless kid after he had handily defeated the class tough guy and his cronies was a little much for those in attendance. Many had decided to just walk away from the scene to process everything somewhere else, while many others, such as the wing boy, made mental notes not to mess with Midoriya again, lest they get their fingers broken, as well.
Bakugo's two cronies scampered away to lick their wounds and think about their life choices. Bakugo, on the other hand, had festered into a vicious glowering, trying to will the greenhead to melt with his glare. It wasn't yielding any success, which only served to strengthen the blonde's glare.
Izuku could only sigh in a mixture of frustration and resignation as he walked home from school. He was looking forward to giving his mother the news, although, he was curious as to how it would affect his training. His mother had specifically not accounted for quirk usage in any of the combat and movement training they had done, so he supposed that she would figure out ways to incorporate his quirk in the routines and stances in a way similar to her fighting style.
Of course, he still remembered when his mother told him her true quirk. Maybe, the barrier was an application of space manipulation… probably.
He was certain that the warmth he periodically felt during training had something to do with it rather than just being adrenaline, and he at least knew that he could erect barriers with whatever his quirk was.
"DEKU!"
He had sensed a presence waiting around the school when he left, and the presence followed him on his path home. If it weren't for the shock of ash blonde in his periphery whenever he glanced over, he would've been worried and taken a different route.
Stopping and turning to face his sorta-friend who had been following him, he took stock of the livid snarl his face contorted into. 'This is probably about my quirk' he thought with a sigh.
"Hi, Kac-"
"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF LOOKING DOWN ON ME, HUH?!" Bakugo interrupted Izuku with violently crackling palms. He grabbed the scruff of Izuku's gakuran and pulled the boy into an adjacent alleyway before roughly tossing him into it.
"Looking down on you?" Izuku ventured in confusion as he stood and dusted himself off. He hadn't been looking down on Bakugo at all. Sure, he thought the boy was a jerk more times than should be necessary, but he didn't think any less of him, especially not in comparison to himself.
Up until that afternoon, Bakugo had a quirk and Izuku didn't, and that automatically made him superior to Izuku in the eyes of society. Izuku was well aware of that.
"You've been hiding your shitty ass quirk all this time to laugh at me behind my back, haven't you, you shitty fucking Deku?!" Bakugo interrupted Izuku's internal musings with more screaming.
Izuku was perplexed; that was more vitriol than Bakugo had ever spewed to anyone. Where did it even come from?
"You think you're so fucking cool that you have some shitty quirk to make that stupid barrier?! You're a fucking pebble in my path to greatness, a worthless fucking scrub that needs to remember his goddamn place! You hear me, fucking Deku?!"
Izuku had begun to suspect that the teacher had gotten to Bakugo sometime before they left. The things he was saying were absurd, and Izuku knew that nothing productive would come from the conversation should it continue.
"Sure, Kacchan, I'll stay out of your way," Izuku dully said before brushing past Bakugo and continuing on his way home. He didn't mean to come off as dismissive, but he wanted to placate the angry blonde, and he wouldn't dare grovel or cower to his attempts at intimidation to do that.
Unfortunately, Bakugo took that as another slight against him from the boy he believed was acting above his station to personally insult him, and his temper that was already hanging by a thread had been lost. He roughly grabbed Izuku and launched him deeper into the alley before igniting his palm and blowing the boy back even further. Bakugo was seeing red, and he would be sure to remind Deku of his place in a way that he'd never forget.
Izuku, on the other hand, was not in the mood for this shit so when Bakugo charged izuku simply dodged, and grabbed Bakugo before slamming him into the wall. His emerald eyes were somehow eerily glowing in the dark.
Bakugo, for the umpteenth time that day, has frozen in shock.
He could do nothing but watch in alarm as Izuku slowly raised his right hand and pointed his palm at him. The way Izuku's violently emerald eyes narrowed with contempt at him made his stomach drop, and he truly did not know if he would make it out of that alley in one piece.
In an instant, a bright blue flash erupted from Izuku's palm, and Bakugo clamped his eyes shut in a vice grip, awaiting the inevitable punches to wash over him.
But they never did.
He waited at least 5 seconds for something to happen, only opening his eyes to assess the situation when it was clear that nothing would be happening. Izuku was gone, the only evidence that he was even there being the concrete where he once stood caved in.
Bakugo took a moment to catch his breath before quickly leaving the alley and making a beeline for his home, pushing past the nosy extras who came to investigate the explosions.
Meanwhile, Izuku was happy about the new development.
His mom was right all along about his quirk, and now, a whole new dimension had been added to both his arsenal and the kind of training they could do together.
Finally arriving at his complex, he bounded up the stairs and giddily reached for his front door, practically throwing himself inside in his excitement.
"Mom, you were right! I have a quirk! "
Hello, it's me again and I'm here with a new chapter and I know that I said the story could be a one-shot but yeah, I lied but anyways please give me your honest opinions on this chapter.