Chapter 3: A Grave Mistake
On a serene Sunday morning, Izuku awoke with the anticipation that only a child on the brink of his fourth birthday could harbor. The routine of preparing for the day unfolded in a blur as he rushed through the bathroom rituals, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the impending revelation of his quirk. It had been a year since the peculiar encounter with the mysterious man near the park, a memory now distant and overshadowed by the excitement of the day.
Today was not just any birthday; it was his fourth birthday, a day he believed would usher in the manifestation of his long-awaited quirk. Little did he know, fate had a different plan, one that would shape his destiny in ways he couldn't fathom.
In his eagerness, Izuku descended the stairs, passing his father engrossed in paperwork without a second thought. The kitchen, a hub of morning activity, welcomed him. Clutching his cherished All Might plushie, he positioned himself beside his mother, who orchestrated the morning routine.
"Mom, mom! It's today! I'll get my quirk! Can we go to the doctors now? So I know my quirk immediately!" Izuku exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. In response, his mother, Inko Midoriya, chuckled and promised they would leave shortly.
As the minutes passed, Izuku devoured a plate of katsudon, his mother's culinary creation. The prospect of discovering his quirk fueled his excitement as they eventually sped towards Musutafu General Hospital.
On the way, they passed the city center, adorned with a towering statue of All Might, the symbol of peace and the number one hero. Izuku, gazing at the statue, declared, "One day! I'll be as strong as you, All Might!" His mother, glancing in the rearview mirror, chuckled sweetly, recognizing the innocence in her son's aspirations.
Arriving at the hospital, the air buzzed with anticipation. In the waiting room, fate's invisible threads tightened around Izuku's destiny. When they were finally ushered in, a friendly old doctor greeted them, initiating the pivotal moment.
During the examination, the doctor, feigning cheerfulness, inquired about Izuku's aspirations. With unwavering enthusiasm, Izuku expressed his desire to be a hero like All Might. A subtle scowl flashed across the doctor's face, swiftly concealed by a false smile.
However, the scissors of fate cut through the tapestry of Izuku's destiny as the doctor delivered the crushing news. "Miss Midoriya, I am sorry to inform you, but your son is quirkless." Inko's eyes widened with shock, and as she turned to look at her son, a surge of motherly protection was born.
Confusion clouded Izuku's eyes as he sought an explanation. The doctor, with feigned pity, explained, "It means, small one, that you cannot be a hero. Now, there are many other–"
But Izuku ceased to hear. Static drowned out the doctor's words, his world collapsing with the revelation. Unbeknownst to both the boy and fate, hands devoid of light reached across the ethereal plane, retying the severed cords of destiny. The entity, who had defied fate's plans, had intervened, and the story rewrote itself.
As tears streamed down Izuku's face, his mother, burdened with the weight of pain, led him back to the car. Above, a crow with a black amulet flew unnoticed, its mission accomplished. Little did they know, the first chapter of a tale drenched in blood, pain, and chaos had begun, and the gods, both benevolent and malevolent, observed from their cosmic perches.