Numbers… All around… Complex mathematical notations… all written in thread thin lines.

At once there was a blinding light and not long after that gave way to a searing pain somewhere in his head. Izuku was overwhelmed but among the equations and statistics he could make out muttering voices in a hushed and worried tone. He thought that he could hear his mother and he tried to cry out for her but again he was overwhelmed, and he faded out of consciousness.

Izuku awoke. The sterile white and the antiseptic smell was harsh. With a start he noticed the beeping of a monitor. Oh no! He had seen medical dramas with his mother, and he knew that that sound wasn't good. The beeps were occurring at a measured rate, but they began to hasten. They were occurring at a rate of around 2.3 times the median rate for a child of his age. Thoughts of cardiac arrest and an early death, placing him as an outlier, raced through his mind. This only raised his heart rate to 2.4 times the median rate for a child his age. He hastily calculated the most efficient way to lower his heart rate and proceeded to enact that plan.

3.43 minutes later Izuku as he calculated had lowered his heart rate to a level where it was no longer detrimental to his health. Izuku glanced around the room once again when the door suddenly flung open, and his mother raced towards where he currently lay. "IZUKU" she cried tears cascading down her cheeks "MY BABY" She flung her arms around Izuku's seated form "I THOUGHT I LOST YOU" she wailed seeming unable to control her emotions. A young smooth faced man dressed in pale white doctors' robes and a purple tie that clashed with the general aesthetic of the otherwise muted tones. Izuku idly noted the scrawl of numbers denoting the sales figures for this specific tie. An expensive piece of clothing that was probably chosen to make him stand out. The doctor paced through the open doorway "Mrs Midoriya I must ask you to calm yourself we wouldn't want to cause the young boy any more harm". His Mother jumps away from him and starts rapidly wiping the tears from her eyes before skittishly apologising to the doctor. "Hello Izuku, how are you feeling" the young doctor states his straight slicked back hair slightly shining from an overuse of hair products and his kind smile sat upon his face.

Izuku stared at the doctor his mind formulating all possible answers he could give before finally after a few awkward seconds, answering "I'm fine" his childlike nature overpowering his logic in that moment. The Doctor crouched down so he sat at eye level to the young boy and once again started to speak "Izuku it seems that your quirk awakened but we think that it might have put a bit too much strain on your head. Now we'll just need to do a few tests. Figuring out someone's quirk can take time." He turned to Izuku's mother. "Shall we get him an appointment with Dr. Tsub…"

"I know it already though" Izuku interjected. "I can see numbers everywhere if that's what you mean"

The doctor frowned annoyed at being interrupted before his face returns to a professional smile "That's very interesting Izuku however we have to have these tests as a precaution. Lots of kids don't know how to handle their quirks. It's best that we nip that in the bud."

Izuku was led through the corridors by his mother. The whole time he was distracted by the thread-thin calculations that told him about the tiniest details from the number of potatoes used in today's patients' lunch to the inscrutable movements of the ward's cameras which were giving him an odd amount of focus. Finally, they arrived at the office of the head of the quirk department. A small portly man peered at the trio. His eyes appeared bulbous when exaggerated through his tinted spectacles. Combined with his balding head, Izuku felt as if a large bug was peering at him. He began to speak in a stuttering cadence and raspy pitch. He began to talk to Izuku's mother about something or other, speaking, Izuku felt, as if he wasn't in the room. Izuku would have been annoyed at this if it weren't for the slightly concerning patterns described to him by the thread. The doctor's voice, Tsu- something or other, had a quality of fakeness to it. As if he was making sure to appear like an innocent old man. This was unusual compared to the first doctor who took every opportunity to appear professional and superior. The bug-like old man felt almost like…

"Izuku!"

It was a cold autumn day In Mustafu, the leaves losing their golden ichor colouring as they clogged the drain. A formula informed him of the slight increase in the risk of flooding due to this, but he knew that the council would eventually take care of. He tried his best to keep it out of mind. At the moment he was stepping out of the crammed train station, heading towards another part time position as a maths tutor. The pay was amazing for the hours, but he was always finding himself going out at strange times. He couldn't really afford a good video camera and all of his earnings went towards expenses that his mother couldn't keep up with. Not long ago he had insisted on helping her with money. He had noticed her picking up later and later shifts as a nurse. As a child, he had eventually learned to not tell anyone the grim facts that the thread revealed to him, but when he had noticed the increased chance of a variety of fatal accidents and illnesses, he had to do something to help. Now he was using his quirk to actually help someone. It was a far cry from his dreams of heroics, but it would have to do

As Izuku arrived at the small apartment block he quickly hopped up the stairs of the decrepit old building, mould blooming in the corners of the stairwell after climbing all 13 floors of the building he arrived at the scarred wooden door of his tutee. He knocked 3 times and on the third knock the door flung open and Izuku marched inside ready for his tutoring session to begin.

The moon was shining down upon Izuku as he exited the foul building, he walked calmly back to the station, boarding the now empty train and then heading home, he unlocked his house after fumbling with the set of spare keys his mother gave him. he entered the house silently placing his things neatly on the side before heading to sleep once again.

Izuku saw a blond giant of a man stood in front of him. He was broad shouldered and had a sadistic grin upon his face. He looked down upon where Izuku stood before turning to another boy around his age for what felt like a split second before his eyes met young Midoriya's eyes before proclaiming in a strong voice "You Are Harbinger" a flash of light appeared and Izuku saw an older version of the boy who was stood next to the man before covered in the blood of the man who christened him Harbinger. The boy turned to him and proclaimed, "Kurt we are free we killed King!". A further flash of light illuminated Izuku's vision, and he saw a plain woman clad in an expensive suit wearing a fedora "We at cauldron believe you could help us Kurt" A final flash of light appeared and all Izuku could see is a world of flesh and blood, a dead thing the size of worlds enveloping the planet.

Izuku awoke in a cold sweat. What did these dreams mean? Who is Kurt? Who is king? who is that woman and that boy? Trying to use his power to calculate what just happened only resulted in a stabbing pain radiating from his temple filling him, far greater than anything he had ever felt before, and he sat there shaking until he heard a loud beeping sound next to him. He turned to see his alarm clock beeping. It was the morning. What happened there? Izuku began to get ready for school but the whole time his mind was racing, filled with questions about his dream and what it could possibly mean.