Author Note:

This is simply a fanfiction written by an amateur writer. The characters in this story is simply my interpretation and is not accurate to the real characters. Especially the Hololive characters, please don't let it get conflated with how you see the Vtubers in real life, as they are wildly inaccurate and are mostly fictional characters that only take inspiration from the real thing.

Chapter 0: Izuku Quirk

00

Enhanced interoception 超自覚

That is my quirk. It is as boring as it sounds, it can hardly be called an ability. It might be closer to a mild disability than a superpower. Needlessly complex yet it only results in giving me self-obsession due to its effects, and quirk obsession due to its uselessness.

I even mention my underwhelming Quirk before my name. So allow me to correct that error.

My name is Midoriya Izuku 緑谷出久、surname written with the characters for green Valley 緑谷, first name is written with 出 for leaving, and 久 for an old story. Of course reading 出 as izu is rare, so I often get called Deku as 出 is read as De more commonly.

If I get the chance to talk about myself to someone then I imagine I would be able to talk for an excessive amount of time. Despite only being a grade schooler, despite being an uninteresting child, I have too much junk information about myself.

I blame it all on this Quirk.

Or well, I wish I could say that in confidence. But I can't treat my quirk as something alien to me, as it's integral to who I am, so in the end I blame myself for how uninteresting I am.

Even though I'm bad-mouthing my quirk, in the end, it's still the most interesting thing about me as I can't think of anything more interesting about myself to tell others.

My Enhanced Interoception makes me super aware of my inner biological workings. My inner senses are heightened, blood flow, heartbeat, digestion, and muscle tears, I can sense all of these in great detail. Used at high concentration, I could track individual blood cells' movement in my vein, or even feel and compare my brain activity when engaging in different tasks. What I could feel and analyze can get very complex.

I suspect it also affects my mind in a way, making me more aware of my thoughts at a deeper level, but I can never truly confirm that as I will never be able to look inside someone's mind so it's mostly an excuse for why I'm this self-obsessed. I keep thinking up things that may have nothing to do with my quirk and attribute it to my quirk, I'm probably just trying to make my quirk seem more special than it is. Quirks are what make up most of the person after all.

But that's about it, all that mattered despite all of its complexities is that it only made me more aware of myself and produced no other effect.

Of course, my Quirk's real benefit comes from killing the user's chances at becoming a Hero.

I mean what would I do?

"I'm stuck under this rubble! Help me! Self-Aware-Man!" a poor victim yells in pain, in need of immediate help from a nearby hero, and in his terrible luck he would have me arrive as a hero.

"Don't worry citizen! Thanks to my Quirk, I know that my heart is beating at exactly 162 bpm right now! I also know that due to the stressful situation, my cortisol is on the rise and my adrenaline is being secreted to help me run away from danger! I know my muscles and bones aren't strong enough to lift the rubbles on top of you, and I might cause injuries to myself trying to save you! So I will now make my exit and call for another hero!"

That would be the worst right?

But when you ask my parents about their opinions on my Quirk they would answer as such

"My my, it's wonderful how our little Izuku can always know whether he is sick or not, and even know exactly what's wrong with him when he does get sick. As a mother, I will never have to worry about my boy getting sick! And maybe, it'll even help him become a doctor one day..."

"It saves the trouble of dealing with a kid in their Wannabe-Hero phase so I couldn't ask for more. My co-workers always complain about how difficult it is to deal with their teenager's insistence on all those Quirk training programs and custom Support items for their Quirks. It's so much trouble and a waste of money, for something they will inevitably give up on once they reach adulthood anyway. Even some of the Heroes I work with complain about the same thing."

Well, they never said anything like this to me, but I imagine they'll say this to others when I'm not around.

So in a way, my Quirk is very good. As much as I hate to imagine it, I will grow up one day. I will become a proper adult and grow out of this phase. As painfully real as this frustration I have right now is, even this feeling will be made fun of by my adult self in recollection. It is a fleeting feeling not worth taking seriously by anyone.

But... But I just can't help but be frustrated as I simply had no choice in the matter. I wish I had the choice to become a Hero, at least try it then fail and move on.

Choosing not to, and not having a choice at all is a huge difference.

Of course, all this talk means nothing coming from a grade-schooler such as myself. Any complaint I have at this age will only come across as cute, and most frustratingly after I grow up I'll probably be glad I didn't become a hero, and learn to appreciate the usefulness of this Quirk.

Grade school is ending, and I'm slowly coming to terms with reality. Well, I had to. Middle schools mattered, going to a middle school with an emphasis on quirk education was important if you wanted to go into heroics in high school. So I wanted to attend a middle school that produced many heroes in the past, but I'm now out of time.

Even after getting my Quirk diagnosed, I clung to my childish dream of becoming a hero. I, just like any other kid, looked up to heroes and dreamed of becoming one. All Might was my idol, just like he was to all the other kids as well.

Kids would get their Quirks at age 4, and start idolizing heroes with Quirks similar to them. Then their dreams would keep on growing as their quirks develop, they would think of new hero names for themselves every week, yell out attack names, and compete with each other. Of course, I didn't have that, but even then I kept on dreaming of becoming a hero.

There were many works of fiction directed at teenagers that involved weak quirked people suddenly becoming strong and going on to become heroes. Works such as "My Weakest Quirk was actually the unawakened Quirk of a SuperVillain?!" and "How I Inherited the Quirks of the Justice League and Became the Strongest Hero in History!" and "Re: Starting my Hero Life with My Time Travel Quirk from Zero!" and even "My little sister can't be the cutest super vigilante?!" these works kept on feeding dreams into me.

I kept believing that my quirk would somehow evolve if I kept trying hard enough and experimenting enough. Just like the protagonists of those "Weak Quirk turned out to be the strongest!" types of stories. So I did a lot of experimenting.

I studied biology as much as possible, hoping that after I learn enough my quirk would somehow allow me to alter my biology. I mean I could sense my biology in detail, so the next step would be to control what I sense right?

No, there was nothing I could control no matter how much I tried. No altering hormones, strengthening muscles and bones, controlling blood flow and heartbeat, none of that. All I got out of it was a deeper understanding of how my body worked and a knack for studying.

Throughout grade school, I kept obsessing with my quirk, keeping it active despite the toll it took on my stamina and calorie consumption. Hoping that after using it a lot, it will somehow evolve. But it resulted in nothing.

Now I'm 10, well past the age where most big changes in Quirks occur. Children would get their Quirks at 4, and slowly unlock new parts of their quirks until the age of 8. After that, throughout the teenage years, it would grow linearly unless trained in specialized manners that Heroes go through.

Hero family children who inherited their parents' Quirks have teams of scientists and Quirk training experts giving them the best possible Quirk training regime with all of the necessary facilities and any necessary nutrients provided to them.

A strong Quirk was a requirement to become a Hero, it is the one trait I can never acquire with any amount of hard work...

So... it was time to give up.

To close a door in my life.

The door that led to becoming a number one hero like All-Might whom I idolized. The brilliant golden door that promised fame and glory, only to those who are worthy.

It was time to close that door.

Closing the only path I wanted in my life so far, I was sure I wouldn't find anything else that would fascinate me as much as Heroes had. From here on, I would go with the flow, never making unnecessary decisions, and never needing any effort beyond what was necessary.

But a new door appeared one day.

New and unknown to me, it appeared before me in an unassuming way. It wasn't anything impressive, compared to the brilliant golden door of Heroes it seemed... old, decrepit even, and not at all attractive, aside from the curious light peeking through the cracks.

But from behind that door, came a beautiful voice.

The voice compelled me to open it.

01

Grade school was... loud and annoying. It was an unpleasant place filled with kids I can't stand. Boys and Girls form cliques based on the Quirks they have. The few Mutants in their own corner, Emitters in their own clique, and of course the flashier and stronger the quirk, the louder you were allowed to be.

I of course stayed out of these cliques as much as possible. I would study on my own, go home after school ends and go on to train and experiment. There was no desire in me to mingle with the other kids.

Of course, my parents found it strange I didn't have friends, but they weren't complaining as all of my time was spent bettering myself.

I mean could anyone blame me? The few times I tried playing nice with the other kids had been disastrous. The sharp spitting kid, Tsubame Kitahara 唾目北原 spat on my face on one of our pretend Hero plays, all the while screaming "Spit Blind!" his attack name, then followed with "Spit Bullet!" which was a strong small spit directed at my chest and "Spit Silence" which was him spitting in someone's mouth strongly and causing them to gross out and stop talking. Nasty.

Of course, I got sick from that time, and thanks to my Quirk I'm even more sensitive to the feeling of having fewer so it was torture.

All the other attempts ended in a similar pattern. Small burns from fire and heat-based quirks, bone fractures from getting dropped by the high-jumping kid. All of the socializing among grade school kids was Quirk-based, playing outside was basically playing Hero. And for someone like me with no combat-related Quirk, all I was allowed to play were the role of a villain underling, and if lucky, a police officer who arrests the Villain after the Hero beats them.

It was a pointless endeavor. When I beat the kids with just my muscles, they call it lame or even call it cheating. So there was no winning in this.

It goes to show how important Quirks were for children's social hierarchy. Even someone like Tsubame Kitahara with his constant spitting belonged on the upper hierarchy of the classroom, while I was near the bottom, with only my grades keeping me from the absolute bottom.

My mom would say "Well the younger you are the more Quirk-focused the kids are. By the time you get into high school, it'll calm down mostly. Don't worry about it."

My dad would say "Haha my boy, you are much more mature than those boys. You're too smart to let stupid things like this get to you right? After high school, everyone starts to appreciate the more intelligent and daily life-focused Quirks anyway. So cheer up, let's play some Smash Heroes."

I wasn't bothered that much. But I was still glad that grade school was over now, and I would go to a different town and a middle school where none of these kids were there.

My dad Midoriya Hisashi 緑谷久 works at a marketing consultant firm. He specializes in Hero Marketing, and after a recent big success, he was promoted and we would move closer to Tokyo, in the Musutafu ward.

A new home meant a new school, a new start. So I was pretty excited about all of this. But at the same time, I felt a slight sadness at the thought of moving away from the place I've lived in my entire life so far.

So after my last day at this school, I took a long way home. It was my one last round trip around the neighborhood that I called home. I visited all the places I used to frequent. Roads I went jogging every day, playgrounds I played Heroes with the class boys, a department store that sold All Might merch, a corner store that sold those crappy hero gossip magazines that I bought frequently with shame.

I kept on walking, sometimes jogging, it was somewhat nice to reminiscence. I took my time and now the sun was setting, painting the world in orange hues. I started heading home, but since it was my last round trip here, I decided to take a detour, one last exploration of this neighborhood. Knowing I might never come back here, and this was the last chance I had to learn what kind of town it was made me curious.

I was of course heading in the direction of home, but just took roads I hadn't traveled down before.

This leads me to a decrepit building that looks like a set for a horror movie, especially in this lighting. Judging from what remains of the structure, it seemed like an abandoned school. This was the first time I'd ever come across this place, and since it looked interesting, I took out my phone and started recording.

"March 24th, 2062, I'm at what seems to be an abandoned school near the mountain. You can see overgrown vegetation, concrete rubbles, and broken rusted iron fences. I'm going to head in to explore, if you have found this footage on my phone inside these ruins, I hope this recording will help you deal with whatever may be lurking in this place."

The atmosphere of this place felt like a horror movie so it inspired me to treat this recording like a found footage horror film. Maybe I could edit this together and make it a spooky video? Could be an interesting break from my usual experimentation video logs, I always do plain informational videos for my eyes only, but it could be interesting to make a video to show some people.

"I can't make out what it says on the sign, as the letters got worn out and became illegible over time. But there are a few that are readable, let's see... is this 叡 ? how do you read this? this one seems to be 考 so kou for 思考 shikou, and the last one... is 塾 I think, the character for cram school. So something-Kou-Jyuku, something-kou cram school. This place seems to be an abandoned cram school."

I walk further into the school, by now it seems the sun has set as it has become too dark to see what's in front of me. I turn on the flashlight of my phone and keep recording.

"Let's see, the hallway is filled with dust and debris, some of the plating is missing. Peeking into the classrooms, I think these are old school desks and chairs stacked on top of each other in a chaotic mess. Why would it be in such a mess? What happened here in this cram school?"

I keep exploring, as I narrate for the video, looking through each classroom one after one. When suddenly

"... I'm not sure if the phone is picking it up but I think I can hear a voice... female... singing?... I think it's coming from upstairs so I'll be going up to investigate."

I say in a whisper, as I quietly sneak up above. My narration started to make me scared of the situation, but it was exciting. What could the voice be? I can't hear clearly from here so I began to make my way upstairs. The stairs were in usable condition and they made small creaking noises with each step, my footsteps made small echoes throughout the quiet cram school.

"The voice is getting louder, it seems like I'm getting closer. But it seems like it's further up ahead, not on the second floor, so I'll keep going up."

I ascend the stairs until I reach the top floor of the cram school. On the top floor, parts of the ceiling were missing, looking down you can see slabs of concrete on the ground below, and some small concrete slabs on the floor of the top floor. It enhanced the decrepit look of this place. And perhaps luckily for my small found footage video, I was filming, the missing ceilings allowed in moonlight, providing almost magical lighting as specks of dust flying around the corridor.

"The voice is closer now, I think it might be in one of the classes further down the corridor."

I began to make my way, as quietly as possible, as I stepped over the concrete carefully to not make a noise. I wanted to capture on video whoever or whatever was making the voice.

It was exactly at this moment, this late, that I realized this situation might be dangerous, I was out late at night alone, at an unknown place far away from the nearest household, close to the mountains, and my parents didn't even know I was coming home late. A small panic began to set in, and I almost went to stop the recording so I could check whether I was getting service here or not.

But then the voice got louder again, and I could make out the voice, which compelled me to get closer.

The voice originated from the classroom at the very end of the corridor. I was now standing in front of the door. I took a good shot of the door on my phone. The door seemed old and decrepit just like the rest of the building, but behind it was the voice.

So I gently opened the door.

...

"世界一有名な言葉" 強がって恨んでみたり

ラ、ラ、ラ、ラブ

ラ、ラ、ラ、ラブ

まるで映画のエンドロールだ

っあーあいしてる あいしてる あいしてるなんて

「さよなら」みたいに云わないでよね

もうあいしてる あいしてる あいしてるなんていらない"

Angel

Beyond the door was an Angel singing a song I had never heard before.

The classroom had a large hole in the ceiling, which allowed in the almost mystical moonlight. Painting the world in a faint blue hue.

Around the classroom, there were the usual desks and chairs stacked on top of each other in a mess, but in the middle of the room was a particularly tall stack of desks, made to almost look like a stage. And on top of it was her.

Shining brightly in the dark room, basking in the moonlight, was the Angel. Standing elegantly she looked up above to the moon. She was completely absorbed in her singing, and the entire room had become a stage for her. Even this decrepit building full of dust and debris seemed beautiful with her in the middle.

「今 時間を止めたね 1秒くらい」

見惚れていたなんて云えなかったよ

君だけがいなくて 永遠のあくる日みたい

神様それはあんまりじゃないか

The Angel had a Halo floating on top of her platinum white hair, illuminating her in shining white light. The Halo itself was glittering, the light from it pulsing slightly in pace with her singing voice.

Her white hair reached just below her shoulder and it was swaying gently as she sang. She was wearing what seemed to be a plain white t-shirt that was too big for her, almost looking like a dress on her. From this angle, her face was mostly covered by her hair so it wasn't visible.

まるでベタな映画のエンドロールだ

あいしてる あいしてる あいしてるなんて

正しいことばっか云わないでくれ

もうあいしてる あいしてる あいしてるなんて

She also had a small wing on her back, but it was curiously only floating near her back, not attached. It flapped in pace with her singing.

And most importantly, her voice was beautiful.

I don't have the expertise to fully understand the competence of her singing. But the simple conclusion my brain came up with was that her voice was dynamic in range, and it resonated gently in the air.

聞き飽きたでしょう? ありふれた言葉

それでもロックバンドもアイドル歌手も

「あいしてる」「あいしてる」だったんだ

どうして云わずにいられないんだろう

おんなじ言葉繰り返している

あいしてる

She was singing about love. For someone like me who is almost a complete stranger to music, and to the concept of love. I can't say I understood it that much, but even someone like me was getting completely drawn in.

まるで映画のエンドロールだったな

最後の君の笑顔は

それでもぼくらはあいしてる あいしてる あいしてる

懲りずに飽きずに

ラブ、ラブ、ラブ、ラブ、ラブ、ラブ

あいしてる

(Eien no Akurihi by Ado)

She finished her song. Her voice got even stronger in the latter half.

I... I was feeling a new sensation from... outside of me? Not within me? Only after she finished her song I realized what was happening.

Throughout her song, I was listening to her voice from... all around me? Not just my ears, but I could hear her song from every angle around the room, and I could feel the vibrations in the air from her voice, even the specks of dust as they danced in the air. I... I felt it all as if it was happening inside my body, no, it was like I melted into the world and I could feel all of it as if it were me.

But even the curiosity for this completely new feeling was drowned by all the other new emotions I was experiencing at once.

I couldn't process it all, as I didn't understand it at the time. But even then, all of these emotions that I didn't know how to express made me drop my phone and start clapping. I just had to show appreciation somehow, the emotions demanded it.

*Clap Clap Clap*

"T-That was amazing!"

02

When I clapped and called out to her, she was made aware of my presence.

"Kya!"

On top of the tower of stacked desks, she was startled as her focus was broken. She stumbled slightly and her wings flapped as she turned to her right to spot me.

"W-Who goes there!?"

The Angel was now looking at the intruder to her stage.

"I-I'm no one suspicious I promise!"

Wait, isn't that what every suspicious person says?

"Isn't that what every suspicious person says?!"

Damn it, she also agreed.

"I live near here and I was just exploring this spooky building. I'm sorry if I scared you Angel-sama!"

I attached 'sama' when referring to her, but I wonder if she's older than me, I mean angels are probably immortal so she has to be older than me right? And regardless of age, Angels probably need to be referred to as 'sama'.

"A-And your singing was amazing!"

"A-Amazing?! hehehe... L-Lying to me won't get me to trust you!"

The Angel giggled? I might have imagined that, this new weird thing my quirk was doing might be making me mistake things, and also it seems like she's highly suspicious of me, I really don't want to come across as a villain to an Angel.

"I'm not lying Angel-sama! That song was wonderful! My inferior mortal self can't say I understood the meaning behind the song, but it was amazing! Can I ask you the name of the song Angel-sama?"

"Ooh, you truly get it then! How amazing this song is! It's called Eien no Akuruhibi by Ai from B-Komachi! This is the only song Ai released as a solo artist, separate from B-Komachi, it just came out and it's unjustly underplayed! There must be too many idiots in this world if this song isn't topping the charts internationally! It's a crime I say!"

The Angel was now energetic, as if her previous nervous self was a lie, cute. Her cuteness up above on that stage seemed like a divine presence, it made me feel like I should start praying in gratitude and donate everything I owe as gratitude.

"Are you listening?! I understand the feeling of wanting to pray for Ai-sama's success, but I was in the middle of talking about Ai-sama's greatness you know?!"

"I'm sorry I was listening, so B-Komachi is some kind of group of Angels up in heaven? And Ai-sama is a higher-ranking Angel then?"

The Angel in front of me was referring to this Ai-sama as someone above her, so she must be an even higher-ranking Angel. It must be the case, I should pray to her as well.

"Oh, you do get it! Yes, Ai-sama is that of an Archangel! No! A God! Yes, a God of entertainment walking the earth among mortals!"

"Oh my, to think a god of entertainment was walking the earth among us mortals, I should pray to her"

"Yes, you must! And you must buy all of B-Komachi's CDs! Ai-sama's merch! and attend all events related to Ai-sama and buy everything Ai-sama promotes! As well as follow her on every social media out there!"

I'm so happy I was recording this divine order on my phone, I would hate to forget any word Angel-sama says to me.

"I shall do so Angel-sama!"

"Good!"

Angel-sama nodded strongly, I'm happy I got her approval

"May I ask your name as well Angel-sama? So I can support you the same way you support Ai-sama?"

If she is a fellow Angel of entertainment similar to this Ai-sama she speaks so highly of, then I should do the same for Ai-sama and support this Angel as well.

"I-I'm not the same as Ai-sama of course! I'm not an Idol, there's no way I could be like her!"

'Idol?' I wonder if that's what angels refer to as an angel of entertainment. If that's the case

"I'm sure you can be an Idol already Angel-sama!"

Of course she can, it's mysterious why she's not one already!

"I-I-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Angel-sama!"

Angel-sama turned her back towards me, spread her small wings, and flew away, exiting the room through the hole in the ceiling.

Flying away towards the moon. She disappeared.

"So Angels live on the moon..."

I wish I got her name at least.

03

After the Angel flew away, I stopped the recording and noticed I got dozens of missed calls from my parents.

It seemed like my parents thought I had gone missing, so I had the whole town searching for me that night. After exiting the abandoned building, which I learned the name was Eikou Cram School, I got found by a Hero and I went home with my panicked dad.

I ended up receiving lots of scolding from the local Heroes and Police who were searching for me, and my parents for disappearing without warning.

But as I was still in a daze from the encounter with the Angel, I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying, and none of the scoldings doused this fire set in me.

I did as the Angel told me and searched for Ai-sama from B-Komachi and found out that she was an Idol, an entertainer that sings and dances, and that B-Komachi was a group of Idols.

I listened to all of their songs and have grown to love them. Ai was just as Angel-sama described, she was a brilliantly shining Star. I quickly grew to become a B-Komachi fan and an Ai Oshi.

But among their songs, I listened to the original of the one that Angel-sama performed. It was a beautiful song, listening to it multiple times made me love it, and understanding the lyrics I grew to love it even more.

But as beautiful as Ai-sama's song was, I thought the Angel I saw that day shined as brilliantly as Ai.

Soon after, we moved to Musutafu, and my new life would begin.

Along with this new town, and new school, I gained many new things. Encountering the Angel gave me a new way to use my Quirk, newfound love towards Idols, and a new dream.

Author Note:

So I'm not a good writer, and I'm also not good at letting go of bad ideas. So after 2 years of constantly thinking about this story, but not finding the time to actually write enough to progress the story, I have finally decided to upload a chapter.

The file name of this chapter is CH 1 Ver 10 Draft 3. I just couldn't be satisfied with any version of this story so I kept rewriting this story, and I'm still not really satisfied. So I finally accepted I will never write good enough to be completely satisfied, and now I'm posting this here.

This is Chapter/Arc is Izuku Quirk, so this chapter will focus on Izuku and his obsession with Quirks as the name suggests. Izuku in this story might be pretty OOC. Being Quirkless is pretty special in the world of MHA, and I didn't want Izuku to be as special in this story. He has a Quirk, a pretty strong Quirk even, but he receives it later and has a taste of how the Quirkless get treated. Izuku's Quirk here comes from his Canon ability/personality of analysis and overthinking but ramped up to a point where it affected his personality greatly, making him even more self-conscious and tunnel-visioned to those around him growing up. Hopefully he didn't feel too alien as I tried to at least root the changes in canon, but taken in a different direction (as most fanfics do right?)

Line break numbers such as 00 01 02 will keep going until the chapter changes. It might get messy later as I want to write some stories later that aren't in chronological order. Shouldn't be a problem.

As this is a Hololive fic, I will change focus from Izuku to different Hololive characters later. Incorporating them into MHA world is pretty tough, and again this is just a silly story, the personalities aren't that accurate.

More importantly, thanks for reading and if you enjoyed it, I'm very happy you did. I just want to write about the Hololive characters having Quirks and living their lives, interacting with each other, and see where the story goes. There's a lot in my mind and i want to put it to words is all, I know this story won't really get good numbers online anyway.