A/N: Hello readers! It's been a while since I wrote something, so sorry for any grammar errors present in the story. I do hope you guys enjoy this story though. I know I had a hell of a time writing it. Well then, I'll leave you guys to read and hopefully enjoy. Don't forget to like, follow, and leave a review!

I do not own My Hero Academia. The only character I own at the moment is my OC and the personality of the gods!

Violet orbs opened only to be greeted by darkness. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could still see his own body clearly, everything else aside from that was nonexistent. Just as his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, the whole world suddenly lit up in a blinding light, and he found himself in another place entirely.

He now found himself in a room with giant thrones arranged in a semicircle around him. Atop these thrones, giant marble statues looked down on him. The vast majority of them were concealed in the shadows, all of their features, except for their size, were completely hidden.

The white-haired boy's gaze turned towards the only statue that was illuminated by a light from an unknown source. The statue sat straight and proud, its hands grasping a beautifully crafted staff with what appeared to be intricately carved snakes winding their way up its length. The statue's feet were adorned with winged sandals, giving it the appearance of a messenger of the gods. On its head, a winged helmet that seemed to symbolise the statue's power and might. The body of the statue was expertly sculpted, displaying a toned and muscular physique, without being overly bulky.

"Hermes," the boy whispered, recognising the signature items that were sculpted on the statue. The boy's statement seemed to trigger a reaction from the statue, as its eyes suddenly glowed a bright shade of yellow that resembled the colour of corn. Despite the strange comparison, the boy couldn't help but think of it as the closest thing to describe the statue's luminescence.

Briefly startled, the boy flinched back and went into a guarded stance, only relaxing when nothing else happened.

"So, I was the one who woke up first? Well… I was always the fastest out of all of us!" A voice laughed out loud at the last statement, though the boy couldn't figure out what the joke was. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the voice came from the statue whose eyes were glowing, although the mouth of the statue wasn't moving at all.

The boy standing at the foot of the throne could only look up in utter confusion, wondering what in the world was actually happening right now.

"So, you were the one who was chosen," Hermes said mischievously with a tinge of amusement. Yoki could imagine the apparent god leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at him entertained. "I expected a bit more from our direct last living descendant, but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."

"S-s-sorry? Could you say that again? I'm pretty sure I heard something really unbelievable and I don't mean the exciting kind," the boy asked disbelievingly. It was kind of hard to wrap one's mind around the fact that they were possibly a part of a god's lineage, especially for a kid. A parentless kid at that.

"Unlike you, I didn't stutter, kid. I said what I said. You're a descendant of the gods. Deal with it." The god's voice was anything but sympathetic. It was very apparent that the god's voice was amused at the situation it found itself in.

"Okay, I'm going to need you to pump the brakes for a moment while I take a seat," the boy mumbled dazedly after receiving actual confirmation that he wasn't just imagining what was said. He planted himself on the cold marble floor. The cool sensation eased the flow of blood rushing through his head. "Okay... That's much better."

"There's nothing to be worried about, kid!" the voice interrupted the boy's moment of information-absorbing silence. "Being a descendant of the gods isn't a death sentence. Well... at least not anymore." The boy decided that he was going to just ignore the last statement. He didn't want to dig deeper into that bag of insanity if he could help it.

"If this had happened back in the 90s, then you would have been absolutely screwed! But we're long past that point, so you're good!" Hermes reassured the still-disbelieving 12-year-old.

"So," the boy started slowly, "does that technically make us family then?" The boy himself wasn't exactly sure what answer he was hoping for. On one hand, having a living(?) family member was great for an orphan like him. On the other hand, it was a bit odd to explain to people that his family member was a non-moving, cold-to-the-touch statue.

"Yes, yes it does! To make it easier, because these family trees get really confusing over time, you can call me your cousin! If you want to be somewhat more accurate, then you could add a couple of grands to that title, but that doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. Just tiny trivial details!"

Well, that settled how the boy felt if the tears he found welling up in his eyes were any indication. He was happy. Very happy. Family was family, even if they were supposed to be a non-living entity.

Wiping away his tears with the sleeves of his shirt, he looked back up towards the caduceus holding statue, his mouth opening, ready to ask another question.

"Before you ask anything else, I need to ask you something. Something very important," the spiky, messy-haired boy leaned forward in anticipation and a bit of anxiety. He didn't want to answer the question wrong and somehow annoy his recently awakened family member. He also got the feeling that annoying a god would be bad for him, family relations be damned.

"What's your name, kid?" The boy nearly fell flat on his face, losing his balance in his surprised state. He quickly recomposed himself as he heard an amused chuckle.

"Kamiyama Yoki," the boy said simply. He didn't really have anything else to add to that. "Aren't you a god? Shouldn't you be able to know that without asking me?" Scratch that, he did have something else to say.

"Good question, kid," Hermes said approvingly. "Proves that you've got a brain on you. I like that!"

"Approval aside, do you have an answer to my question?" Yoki asked again, genuinely curious as to how a god, a seemingly all-knowing being, couldn't just read his mind and figure out his name.

"Fine... fine. Kids nowadays are so impatient, though I suppose that goes for all ages and not just this one." Somehow, seeing Yoki's deadpan look, Hermes decided to get back on topic.

"The easy answer to your question is that I just woke up and have no idea how to actually do anything here. Athena didn't really elaborate on the 'what to do after the plan works' part of the plan." Yoki could practically hear Hermes acting out the air quotes from just him speaking. The voice was surprisingly expressive.

"I have a lot more questions now than I did before." Yoki heard a sigh at his statement.

"Athena should have woken up first. She'd be much better at explaining this whole thing since it was her plan in the first place!" Hermes whined frustratedly.

"Okay! Let's see…" the god started, trying to find a good point to begin his story. When in confusion, it's always best to start at the beginning.

"So, the gods have been around for a long time. We obviously live in a separate place than you mortals, which is why you don't see us quite often. Though we do come down to have some fun every now and again." The god started chuckling in a manner that creeped Yoki out. He felt like something in the room wanted to smack Hermes in the head.

Hermes apparently sensed it too because he coughed awkwardly and continued as if nothing had happened.

"Any stories you've heard of the gods, albeit exaggerated a fair amount, have truth in them. We gods do enjoy having stories about our deeds written about us after all. That pride in ourselves extends to our children too. You've probably heard some stories about our children and their heroics. Hercules, Perseus, Theseus and the list goes on and on. I'd bore you to death if I named all of them."

Seeing the boy's eyes widen in excitement at the mention of heroics, Hermes laughed softly. "They're linked, you know. The heroes of the past and the heroes you see today - humans with unbelievable powers that allowed them to do unimaginable feats. Would it surprise you to know that every single quirk user is the descendant of a demigod?"

Yoki stared at the statue, confused. "I thought you didn't know anything about my life. How in the world do you know about heroes? Come to think of it, how did you know I'm a descendant of the gods?"

"Well, if you gave me a moment, you'd find out the answer to both your questions." Seeing that he wasn't going to be interrupted, Hermes continued with his tale. "Now, where was I?" The god made a humming noise as he tried to recall where he'd stopped. "Right! The thing about us gods is that even though we live separately from mortals, the places we inhabit are still accessible to humans. In order to get to where we live, a lot of conditions had to be met. It would be a different story if one were a god. Gods can access other gods' realms as long as they have the proper permission. It was also possible to go without permission, but that was more to do with politics than an actual requirement." Seeing the look on Yoki's face, he quickly changed course and got back on topic.

"There was only one human who has ever succeeded in managing to access the domain of the gods, at least without our permission: the Shinto gods, in particular. A man known as All For One," Yoki stilled, feeling a sudden surge of rage emanating from the statue before him. His body tensed up, and his heart started to race as he tried to understand what was happening. The sheer force of the anger was overwhelming, and it took him a moment to regain his composure. He looked up at the statue, his eyes wide with fear, and felt like the god's gaze had shifted towards him. Yoki felt a shiver run down his spine, but then the feeling of rage dissipated, leaving him confused and shaken. It seems Hermes had taken notice of his bout of fear.

"A man with a quirk that was able to steal other quirks as well as give them to someone else. This man was a villain, and his purpose for accessing the gods' domain was anything but good. I'll spare you the details of what he did when you're older. You don't have to know what he did right now. Hopefully, I won't have to be the one to tell you the story later," Yoki could sense the disgust the god had in his voice for this villain, even if he hadn't unleashed a wave of rage before. He decided that it was better to trust the god's judgement rather than forcing Hermes to tell him the answer right now.

"Anyway, the Olympians called the other pantheons to discuss the threat that this man posed, but we were mostly ignored. The pride of the gods is deadly. We would never accept that we could be beaten by a human. But the thing about humans is that they are capable of evolution, it's ingrained in their DNA. The gods are unchanging and all of us had lost a lot of power by this point since our powers stem from our believers."

"With more and more quirks appearing by the day, our believers were declining. Why would you worship gods if you yourself had powers that were reminiscent of the gods? I don't know what happened to the other pantheons, but our strategist, Athena, had a plan. She suggested putting all of our powers into a quirk and entrusting the future to a descendant so that our legacy could live on and we could fight another day."

Yoki's eyes widened in realisation of what Hermes was hinting at. He was the one who was chosen to carry forth the legacy of the Olympians from here on out. Yoki quickly put together the information that he was provided.

"So that's how you knew I was a descendant. I'm literally the only person that you could have awakened in. And you knew about heroes because you lived through the early ages of hero society."

"Seems that brain of yours really does work. Happy for you that it does. That bodes well for the futures of everyone here as well. Anyway, that's all I have for you right now. When you're ready, more of the story will be revealed to you. This is just the start of your destiny after all, and I wish you luck. You're going to need a lot of it."

"I don't think I like the sound of that. It seems like you're implying that-"

Well, look at the time, I'm afraid this is where our meeting ends. We'll see each other again at some point but until then… Bye!" the god quickly cut him off before he could finish what he was saying.

"Hermes!

Yoki was about to reply, but before he could say anything else, the eyes of the statue began to glow increasingly brighter until the light became so intense that it was impossible to look at. The boy instinctively turned away from the blinding light, and when he opened his eyes once more, he found himself surrounded by a vast void once again. But this time, he wasn't alone. A warm, yellow light, the colour of corn, revolved around him in a comforting and reassuring manner.

A quirk had been awakened that day - something one of a kind, a power that would define an era. This was the beginning of the story of Kamiyama Yoki.

Quirk: Pantheon.