Well shit, hi there! It's been quite a bit since I've even considered writing anything, over two and a half years...yet here I am posting something new instead going back to my old story. You know how it is, life gets a little weird and you look up and it's almost been three years! Depression really is a bitch, but that's nothing new. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep with this writing thing and I'm less sure about revisiting my old story, but I want to give it a go with this new story and see how far I go with it. Either way, I hope you enjoy the story!

This story is also posted in AO3, under the same username with no spaces ( TheForsakenRaven )


The day of fate, a converging of pairs, that will forever change the social landscape of Japan and its heroics has come. In particular, the tale of two rivaled brothers was coming to a head, All Might and All for One squaring off in their paths of ruin and devastation. With every punch, every calamitous quirk fired off, the scarring on the land and its people rose exponentially. Towering buildings now lay crumpled and shattered, deep indents in the ground litter the landscape, and shattered corpses are too numerous to count; it's Hell on Earth. Among the wailing of the souls of the damned, we find a familiar green haired nine-year-old child frantically trying to dig against an insurmountable pile of rubble, stained red with the blood of her own mother.

She never even got to say goodbye.

It all happened so fast, how her mother barely managed to use her quirk, pushing it to the limit, and saved her only daughter from a certain death by tons of concrete and rebar. Young Izumi wails out for her mother, incessantly trying to get a response from the person who she loves most in this world. Her breathing is ragged, panic is evident in the way she moves, her bleeding fingers failing to move this godforsaken piece of concrete. She hoped, she prayed that her mother was somehow okay under this…but she knew better, she couldn't get how wet the sound of that splatter was or how crisp the snapping of her mother's bones were…after all, why would any god ever answer the prayers of a quirkless deku? Sobbing and pained crying take over her entire being as she finally gives up, pounding her hand uselessly against the thing that took her mother away from her.

Everything hurts. Her hands, her lungs from the dust of this calamity zone, her heart and her eyes from the tears of her grief. She can't even begin to process a life without her mother, how she'll never taste her katsudon, never feel those blessed warm mom hugs, never hear her calming voice, never show her the hero that she could be. Pain was all there was and, in this moment, she just wanted to go home, but to a place that was no longer reachable.

The sounds of battle brought her back somewhat, as she started focusing on the world beyond her mother once more. The two fighters were getting closer, retracing some of the paths of their destruction and that caused what little survivors there were to get up and start scrambling for their lives. Izumi was much slower to the draw, her trauma still too fresh, still too raw for her to act properly in this situation, but her heroic spirit would soon show itself to the world.

Loud thrashing and crumbling could be heard clearly, shattered debris were flung about violently as the battle for the soul of Japan roared on. Izumi was rooted to her spot, not wanting to leave her mother behind; her legs felt like jelly, fear and grief anchoring her to her mother's final resting place…but that's when her life and her understanding of herself altered further. A flash of black hair caught her eye, another child with flowing raven black hair was being carried by her father as he ran away from impending doom. The man's wife and a gray haired person were right beside them, their fancy clothes having been torn and soiled by the hellscape around them.

With surprising clarity, Izumi could feel something was off, a worrying sense of dread was pushing something up from inside of her…something that felt searing and overwhelmingly volatile. It was as if time had slowed to a crawl as she looked back to where this family was running from; she could feel her eyes widen and her body tense when she saw the deadly chunk of concrete sailing through the air right towards them.

They would be snuffed out from existence without so much as a whimper, just like her mom.

She looked back to the little girl that the father was carrying and Izumi could feel something within her very soul shift.

She saw the look of terror on the girl's face.

No!

From the very depths of her soul, her heroic spirit raged forth like a storm, inspired by the sacrifice of her own loving mother. Even if she was a quirkless deku, she needed to do something, anything! For them, Izumi needed to make sure they all could get home safe at the end of the day and she needed that look of terror on that girl's face to ever show again…she would make sure of that by any means necessary.

Her quirk roared awake from its slumber.

She felt strength surge into her numb legs as an electric sensation swept through her entire being, compelling her to act in this singular moment, to be a hero for that girl and her family. Unbeknownst to her, she gave a savage roar as she surged forward, the ground cracking beneath her newfound strength. Her muscles bulged painfully and her clothes ripped to shreds from unseen protrusions, something that she had no mind on at the moment. The only thing that was on her mind was the primal need to protect. She instinctively knew she needed more momentum to have a snowball's chance in Hell of slowing this thing down enough, so she surged forward and angled her approach directly against the path of the chunk of the concrete.

Without worry for her own safety, without any merit, without any prompting to do the right thing, her spirit of self-sacrifice shines through. She pushes her hands out to impact against the concrete, only for her arms to collapse back and the chunk to harshly slam against her body. Pained grunting escapes her as she leans into the contact, pushing against this damnable boulder with everything she has, her feet sliding against the dirt as she becomes little more than a cushioned crash dummy…but she endures, roaring once more as she feels a sharp pain light up in her gut, paying no mind to it and keeping all of her focus on stopping this chunk of concrete. As long as she was standing, she wouldn't break, she wouldn't let anyone go through the grief she just went through. She would be their hero…just like her mom was for her.

It finally ended.

Her momentum halted as she held up the boulder for a brief moment, pushing it down to the ground with a harsh thud. She slumps against the damnable object, trying and failing to catch her labored breath, as well as trying to gather her illusive thoughts once more. Her spiritual need to protect continued to push her forward, as her job wasn't done yet. She looked back to check on the family that had been running away, only to find that they stopped and were staring at her, eyes wide with shock and worry. She had managed to stop the boulder five meters before their lives would've been devastated. Izumi took some haggard steps towards them, finding that her balance was off and her muscles weren't obeying her correctly.

She grimaced as she soldiered on, feeling her next words naturally escape from her lips, "Are you okay?"

Her gaze was solely fixed on the little girl with raven hair, her dark eyes filled with concern for the person who had just saved her whole family. The girl couldn't find her voice and none of her family seemed to be able to either, as they had been only a precious few seconds away from death. They all owed their lives to this green haired dragon girl, who probably wasn't even old enough to be in middle school. The raven haired girl carefully took in the sight of her savior; Izumi's clothes were tattered from the boulder and her partial draconic transformation. Large green scaled wings were sprouting from her back, complimented by a green scaled tail black claws and black horns. While her form was still noticeably humanoid there were quite a few patches of green scales that became exposed from the tears in her clothing. Despite all that, the most noticeable thing about her form was her striking green slitted eyes; her sclera was pitch black and striking, making her form quite menacing, especially after having heard the ferocity her roar embodied.

However, what was most concerning were the wounds that Izumi had; she had a deep puncture wound in her stomach that was bleeding at a rather concerning rate, one of her arms was bent in a way that it definitely shouldn't be, she walked with a deep limp and stumble, and her ragged breathing wasn't a good sign of the state of her heart.

Despite this, her voice sounded off once more, a gentle compassion flowing forth, "Are you okay?" she simply asks again, her head starting to spin…probably from the head trauma.

This time, the little girl hesitantly nods, letting Izumi's shoulders relax as she starts to let go of the tension in her body, but finding her body was too close to collapse. She manages a small smile, some of her fanged teeth being shown off in a downright adorable way. Despite the current state of her battered body, her smile seemed to be as bright as the Sun. The little girl in particular was quite smitten with that smile, feeling her chest tighten in a rather pleasant way…it certainly beat the panic that had previously caused it to.

"Thank goodness," Izumi words start to slur as she stumbles further, losing her footing as she could feel darkness encroaching on her vision, "Oh…crapbaskets," was all she could say before falling face first into the dirt, out cold and bleeding a concerning amount.

The family could only panic in the moment, but the little girl was the first one to find her footing, "Dad, she needs help! She saved us, we need to bring her with us; she needs immediate medical attention!"

The panicked voice of his only daughter caused the father to shake off his shock, taking command of the situation, "Right, right," he nods, getting his head back into the moment, "Taiki, please pick her up and bring her with us, apologies if…"

The now named older gentleman stepped in, immediately going to the dragon girl to pick her up, "Nonsense, Master Daichi, no apologies necessary. She saved our lives," he stated, bending down to pick up their unconscious savior and finding that she was a lot heavier than she looked. Thankfully, it seemed that her wings had receded back into her body, so it wasn't as awkward to carry her, but he would've done so without complaint either way.

With the sounds of battle fading as they made their way out of the warzone, the little girl couldn't help but look at and worry over her savior. She saw Izumi's blood dripping onto her family's butler and into the dirt…too much for her liking. Ugly bruises were starting to form all over on her body and her breathing was much too shallow to be considered safe.

She was wearing her heart on her sleeve enough for Taiki to take notice and offer a few calming words, "Mistress Momo, she's going to be okay. Dragon's are a stubborn bunch, you know, and it's clear she has fighting spirit in spades. Just focus on your breathing and everything will be okay."

Momo could only nod dumbly and look away, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breathing to the best of her ability, hoping that her savior would be able to make it out of this alive and well. Thankfully, the Yaoyorozu family was able to bring Izumi to medical professionals in time to avoid her death, but the combinations of her injuries and severe quirk overuse caused the doctors to put Izumi into an induced coma. Momo was absolutely riddled with anxiety about her and refused to leave the hospital, staying by Izumi's side as much as she could. Izumi's mother wasn't reachable, so Momo was adamant about making sure Izumi was alright. It was the least they could do, after what she did for her family… and Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu couldn't exactly say no to their daughter when she got stubborn like this; they were just glad that she rarely got stubborn like this. It helped that Taiki made the stay much easier and less stressful, the butler was truly a godsend in trying times like these.

It would take eight days for Izumi to wake from her coma, having to relive the worst news of her life: her mom was ripped away from her.


So, yeah, Mamadoriya's just immediately dead and the little green bean desperately needs a hug. I have some tentative plans for the story and ideas for the near future, like who should get One for All (at the very least, Izumi won't receive it) and if I want to explore Eri being saved early. At the very least, I have more concrete ideas about how Momo and Izumi are going to bond and how their friendship will develop and eventually bloom into romance. I'm still playing around with the details, but it'll shape up the more I write and explore.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite it being short, but more will be coming soon. I have the next couple chapters mostly written out, I just need to finish them up and proofread them before posting. I'll probably post them within the week and I'll try to keep to that...I just hope shit don't happen! But that's it from me for now, so I'll see y'all next time. Stay hydrated, my readers!