Chapter fourteen: UA welcomes the wicked more then the pure.
The morning sun painted the city in hues of gold as Katsuki Bakugo made his way to the prestigious U.A. High School, a place that symbolized hope, aspiration, and the pinnacle of heroism. A scowl etched on his face, he marched towards the entrance, a testament to his determination to rise above the rest.
On the other side of the spectrum, Izuku Midoriya found himself dwelling in the shadows. His application to U.A. had been met with rejection, a cruel reminder of the barriers that separated him from the heroes he idolized. Black Eagle, seizing the opportunity, whispered dark insinuations into Izuku's mind, urging him to embrace the shadows that now seemed to claim him.
As Katsuki navigated the bustling halls of U.A., his mind buzzed with anticipation. The air was charged with a mix of competition and camaraderie, but his gaze remained steadfast on the goal—proving himself as the strongest hero. Little did he know, just beyond his awareness, Izuku wrestled with the shadows that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.
For Izuku, the rejection from U.A. cast a long shadow over his dreams. Black Eagle, however, saw it as an opportunity to exploit the fractures in his resolve. The whispers grew louder, feeding doubts into Izuku's mind and stoking the embers of resentment against a society that had seemingly cast him aside.
As the day unfolded, Katsuki's fiery determination clashed with Izuku's growing disillusionment. The two former friends, now on diverging paths, found themselves entangled in a dance of fate. U.A., a symbol of hope for one, became a cauldron of bitterness for the other.
In the corridors of power and promise, Katsuki Bakugo embraced the challenge, while in the shadows that clung to Izuku Midoriya's consciousness, Black Eagle plotted a different kind of ascent—one that led into the depths of darkness. The divergence of their destinies painted a vivid tableau of contrasting fates, setting the stage for a future where the wicked might find a welcome embrace within the halls of heroes.
Izuku Midoriya sat alone in his room, a sanctuary of solitude that now felt like a prison. The air hung heavy with unspoken disappointments as his gaze fixated on the letter that rested on his desk. Its contents, a stark red "rejected," served as a harsh indictment of a dream unfulfilled.
Tears welled up in his multicolored eyes, an emotional storm that mirrored the tumult within his heart. His aspirations to attend U.A. High School, to walk among the future heroes, had crumbled before he even had the chance to prove himself. The rejection letter, a tangible embodiment of his perceived inadequacy, seemed to cast a pall over his entire room.
Then came the voice—cold, calculated, and encased in shadows. Black Eagle, the harbinger of darkness that now resided within him, spoke with a sinister familiarity. "They took one look at your medical papers, saw the word Quirkless, and stamped a big hard no on the application."
Izuku winced as the truth echoed in his mind. The label "Quirkless" had become an indelible mark, a stain that tainted his every endeavor. The world around him, a world that celebrated the extraordinary, had deemed him unworthy. And in the solitude of his room, the weight of rejection pressed down upon his shoulders.
As the tears continued to fall, Izuku grappled with a growing sense of resentment—a simmering anger that bubbled beneath the surface. Black Eagle, sensing an opportunity, continued to whisper, urging him to embrace the shadows that beckoned. The once distant voice now became a sinister companion, weaving a narrative of retribution and defiance against a society that had deemed him an outsider.
In the quiet confines of his room, Izuku Midoriya found himself at a crossroads. The rejection from U.A. wasn't just a denial of admission; it was a catalyst for a transformation, a metamorphosis that would redefine his path and plunge him into the shadows that now whispered sweet promises of power and retribution.
Izuku's room became a theater of shadows, the dim light casting elongated figures on the walls as Black Eagle's voice resonated within his mind. A malicious smirk seemed to stretch across the darkened corners of his consciousness.
"Do you want to know something else that's funny?" Black Eagle's words, amplified and venomous, cut through the silence like a serrated blade. Izuku listened, his heart pulsating with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
"You remember the one who tormented you the most? What was his name again...Ah yes...Bakugo Katsuki. He told you to take a swan dive off the roof, right?" The memories resurfaced like unwelcome ghosts, haunting Izuku's thoughts with the echoes of past taunts.
"Well, would you know? Right now, he's sitting in a classroom at a certain school." Black Eagle's voice took on a darker timbre, a malevolent undercurrent seeping through his words. "Guess which one."
Izuku's eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. U.A. High School—the very institution that had rejected him—now hosted the one who had belittled him, the one who had reveled in his perceived weakness. A surge of conflicting emotions surged within Izuku, intertwining with the shadowy influence that whispered promises of vindication.
The darkness within him chuckled, a sinister resonance that mirrored the twisted satisfaction that danced within Izuku's heart. The rejection, the pain, and the scars of his past were woven together into a newfound resolve—one that embraced the shadows and sought power beyond the constraints of heroism.
Black Eagle's voice, like a serpent's hiss, slithered through the recesses of Izuku's mind. The words, laden with mockery and disdain, painted a vivid picture of past wounds and lingering resentment.
"Oh, and what else?" The voice, now a seductive whisper, wrapped around Izuku's consciousness. "Oh yeah, All Might! The number one hero. Your idol. The one who pissed on your dreams when you asked him if you could be a hero." The voice shifted, seamlessly mimicking the iconic tones of All Might. "No, those with no quirks cannot be heroes. They would get killed immediately. You must be more realistic, young one."
The chilling impersonation echoed in Izuku's mind, a haunting reminder of a moment that had left scars on his aspirations. The voice, steeped in derision, continued its narrative. "You wanna know he's teaching at UA, right? Oh, a man who crushed the dreams of a child is teaching teens. Oh, the irony." A sinister chuckle underscored the bitter irony of the situation.
Izuku's emotions swirled in a tempest of resentment and newfound understanding. The darkness within him seemed to feed on the festering grievances, molding them into a volatile cocktail of ambition and vengeance. The revelation stirred something profound in Izuku—a sinister camaraderie with the shadows that now beckoned him closer.
"You know, maybe you and I should be thankful for the man saying that. Because if he didn't, you would have never jumped." Black Eagle's voice, laced with a sinister amusement, slithered through the corridors of Izuku's thoughts. The words, like venomous tendrils, crept into the recesses of his consciousness.
The suggestion hung in the air, a macabre twist to the notion of gratitude. The dark entity within Izuku found perverse joy in the notion that the rejection, the mockery, and the pain had all played a crucial role in bringing him to this point. It reveled in the irony that the catalyst for Izuku's descent into darkness had been the very rejection that fueled his ambitions.
Izuku, caught in the twisted dance between his past and the ominous whispers of Black Eagle, felt an unsettling blend of emotions. It was as if the shadows had intertwined with his very essence, forming a symbiotic relationship that defied reason and morality. The narrative within him was changing, and the once-broken boy now stood at the precipice of something darker—an unholy alliance with the shadows that promised power and vindication.
"And we would have never met." Black Eagle's voice echoed with an unsettling blend of amusement and malevolence. "Oh, what am I rambling about? It was fate for us to meet." A chilling chuckle punctuated the statement. "So, young one... Still wish to become a hero? After all they did for you."
The question hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of Izuku's shattered dreams and the insidious whispers of the entity that now shared his mind. The concept of heroism, once a beacon of hope, now seemed entangled with the shadows that danced in the corners of his consciousness. The rejection from UA, the disdain from All Might, and the echoes of Bakugo's scorn—all had left scars that Black Eagle reveled in, molding Izuku's perception of the world.
The offer, veiled in the guise of a choice, dangled before Izuku like a forbidden fruit. To grasp it meant embracing the darkness that coiled within, a path where the definition of heroism blurred into something altogether different. The dichotomy of becoming a savior or succumbing to the allure of shadows played out in the fragile chambers of Izuku's conflicted heart.