Chapter 1: The One Who Doesn't Use His Quirk
A/N: Yo wys, this was a request from a couple of my readers, I hope this turns out alright.
This series was sort of also inspired by Blood for the Blood God so do check it out.
But that's about it.
Did I abandon Dragon's Saving Love? No.
Did I wanna try something new after having been gone from the MHA fic scene for more than a year? Yes.
Toodaloo Mfs
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"Izuku, my baby respond!"
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"DO NOT FEAR! WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!"
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"YOU MURDERER!"
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"You? A Hero? Get real kid, you're fucking worthless."
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["We are the apex, the dominator, we are made to destroy, to bring carnage. Rulers of the World…WE ARE THE CHAMPION OF THE BLACK."]
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"Why don't you just kill yourself?"
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7:00 AM
*Beep**Beep**Beep*
"Ugh…"
Drowsy eyes slowly blinked. Dull green in colour, not lifeless, yet not possessing the glimmer of hope that a teenager should be holding. Tired. Unbothered.
With the alarm turned off, one Izuku Midoriya crawled out of bed. Not so ready to face another bland day of being a middle school student.
His dark green hair, almost mistakable to be black, sprawled on his head; spreading far in a wild and frenzied manner. If someone said that Ratatouille lived in it, then they were probably right.
As always, his night had been filled with random lapses of his worst memories; his mind forcing him to relive the same experiences over and over again. Though it didn't affect him as much, having already become used to this vicious cycle for the past couple of years, coupled with his emotional numbness to these events and really it had become the new norm for him.
Mornings are always a chore, but rather peaceful given that only he was awake at the time. With breakfast usually being something light but meaty, considering the desire for it that he so often had thanks to his birth curse.
Finishing the final touch to dressing up in the usual all-black uniform, he looked over himself in the mirror. He wasn't one to be the tallest in the room, coming in at only about 5'8" but it was just a bit above average. And though he tried, Midoriya had long since concluded that no comb on Earth could ever help fix his messy bush of hair, opting to just accept his fate of forever looking like a broccoli head.
"I'm leaving." He whispered, trying not to wake up his tired mother- who worked the night shifts- and left quietly, to pursue another day of education, knowledge and…
…Bakugo.
"Oi oi, watch out the wannabe hero just came in!"
Entering the call was business as usual.
"Good morning," Izuku murmured, making a beeline for his seat, hoping that a certain someone wouldn't get in his way.
His class, clearly one filled with the brightest and shiniest stars of 'Aldera Middle School', heckled as usual, murmuring between each other about how creepy he looked or how he stunk of blood. To make things worse, his ever-so-cursed quirk only heightened his hearing more than usual ensuring that he heard every last bit of the insults. Regardless of how mean-spirited they were, he never made any move to disprove them, knowing well that it would be futile.
'Not like I can disprove them anyways.'
It was something he had seen for the past 8 years of his life after all. The only difference was that as they grew older, the insults became more complex and harsher as the 'representatives' of the next generation learnt more curse words. Wonder where they kept attaining such high-level vocabulary? Probably K-pop.
"Oi, where do you think you're going?" A hand blocked his passage, the gruff and clearly hostile voice didn't make things any better for him. A voice he recognised quite well, after all, it was his bully…
"Kacchan, good morning." He greeted, aware the blond wouldn't respond in kind.
"Shut up, don't call me that!" Bakugo snarled and lifted his hand to go for a swing, but stopped as he saw the door open and his teacher walked in. He returned to his seat after kissing his teeth at the boy.
Great, Mr Kawatsuma saves the day once more.
The explosion quirk-wielder is somewhat of an ex-friend of Izuku's or at least somewhat similar. Initially, the two were good friends, being in the same group and exploring the world together. Going into forests, going to preschool and playing together.
But one thing led to another and then that happened when he was 6 and soon after, their friendship…fell apart. The blond distanced himself from Izuku, being more violent and belittling him at every turn. Screaming murder at every turn, which simply became worse as the years went by.
Over the years he had no choice but to become used to the abuse, the boy thinking of Izuku as the perfect practice target for his dream of becoming "Just like" All Might. Once more, not really bothering Izuku considering that his quirk innately made him stronger, giving him heightened regeneration, and protecting him from the constant abuse of the boy.
And you would think that eventually the blond boy would realise that Izuku was never really intimidated by him, particularly because no matter what he did, it's not like it ever stuck. His body's rather speedy regeneration makes up for anything that the blond ever left behind.
Although, now that he thought about it, perhaps, that was what made Bakugo think it was okay to use him as a target practice. Considering he'd never really have much proof of the damage and well uniform burns would simply be chalked up to 'light' scuffles that'd just get him punished too.
And again, it wasn't as though he could prove otherwise. Did he feel annoyed by the boy? Yes. Was he tired of his shit? Yes. Could and would he do anything? No. It just wasn't worth the effort. Not to mention, fighting back would just worsen his reputation even more and make the pranks and name-callings become just that much worse.
The lessons starting hadn't meant much for Izuku as he already knew everything he needed to and so the exam-prep lessons were practically a waste of time for him.
He wasn't trying to be boastful, but he always did achieve the highest in the year in terms of academics. Preparing well for his application for the 'Support Course' and he had already started learning more about Support items, and their intricacies, having a separate notebook where he wrote out different theories and planned different potential items that could make the average hero stronger.
Leading him to the end of the day, where he once more sat and ignored the endless ramblings of the teacher on the professions that they were going into was easily zoned out by him as he secretly scrolled on his phone.
"Oh yeah, I heard Midoriya's applying to U.A." his teacher suddenly spoke up. A very small and almost hidden smirk appeared on his face. Almost hidden being the key part.
"Huh?! Oi, you shithead, the fuck are you trying to pull? You think U.A. will take in a blood-stained killer like you?" Bakugo Snarled at him, crackles going off in the palm of his hand.
His teacher clearly did not even mention the fact that Izuku had applied to the 'Support Course' instead of the 'Hero Course', most likely knowing what Bakugo's reaction would be. Well within expectation, however, as in the mighty territory known as Aldera Middle School, everyone had a little bone to throw at the teen. Not letting him live in peace try as he might.
The bell went off, signifying the end of the lesson, and the perfect time for Izuku to pack things up and quickly jump down from the window.
Despite it being the 3rd floor, the passive effects of his quirk left his body quite strong and able to handle the pressure of jumping that many floors, and since it was a passive effect of his quirk, he wouldn't get in trouble for using this aspect, much to the annoyance of the bomber.
Again, his behaviour drew the ire of his classmates. The bootlickers shared Bakugo's disgust for the boy simply because they wished not to get on his bad side. The simple logic of the weak that choose to blindly follow the strong. The asshats not even realising how much they fed Bakugo's ego, but well, it didn't really bother Izuku much. Besides, he knew that he was faster than Bakugou and would easily outpace him, already having jumped three floors.
'Maybe I'll go to the store on the way back. I think I saw some new All Might merchandise in.' He pondered as he made his way out of the school grounds.
One of his hobbies is to purchase hero merchandise, more specifically, All Might's. The Symbol of Peace, he was called. Something Izuku himself would have aspired to be,
Going to his usual store, his eyes finally picked up a glow in them, a wave of giddiness quickly washed over him, as he looked at the merch that adorned the 4 walls of the store, posters, shirts and mugs and so much more.
Of course, it wasn't as though he was a complete fanatic of this stuff, just that he admired heroes a lot. Protectors of society, subjugators of villains, and members of justice. They were just so cool! They were-
" Fucking brat."
A haze of memory appeared in his mind, the voice of a man-no, a hero, no, a demon- that was nothing like All Might, almost instantly killing his mood and breaking him out of his stupor.
He'd like to believe that he had decent control over his emotions, having become numb to most things over the years as a way to combat the cruel and vile thing called society. But if there was ever anything that could ruin it, it'd be this.
Mindlessly, he walked over to the All Might section, almost forcing himself to look at the items. The colourful items were just losing their colour, almost as if they had been drained by the horrible memory that terrorises his dream and very existence.
His quirk… it disgusted him.
But the merch wouldn't wait for him, so he looked at them already, trying to find the one he was going to buy. Even if he had a fair amount of pocket money, Izuku didn't prefer to be frivolous with it, being responsible, trying to have side income sources and choosing to have the bare minimum and a bit more to spend and save the rest.
"Hm hm, hm?" a voice hummed next to him, "Hey you."
Midoriya ignored her, keeping his eyes straight at the mug with the bold writing "I AM HERE!", even though he was well aware that the girl was referring to him, he only prayed that she left him alone. Not particularly in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.
"Hey you, in the Aldera Uniform!"
How the hell do you even notice what an Aldera Uniform is? Aren't they all the same?
And try as he might, suddenly a face popped right in front of his face, almost as if it had been disconnected from the rest of its body.
Scratch that, it was disconnected from the rest of the body.
"UWAH," he backed away in panic, suddenly seeing the face of a girl.
"Always works." the girl's head flew back to the rest of her body, making him realise that it was her quirk allowing her to do that. Landing back and connecting cleanly with her neck as she simply looked at him.
…So cool!
"I can't believe I had to get your attention that way, but eh well, I have been more desperate before." The girl shrugged, her dark moss green hair flailing ever so slightly as she did. " Anyways, you smell like you have a quirk like me, what is it? Ooh, wanna guess mine? I kinda wanna guess yours."
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"Uh, hello?" She waved her hand.
"Oh," Izuku woke up, his brain temporarily shutting down at her request, though processing her question, he didn't feel like answering. The influx of questions rendered him speechless for a moment. Especially when he was having one of those "moments", but she seemed like the type that didn't really read the room.
"Uh, I'm sorry for being in the way, I'll take my leave." He quickly bowed before exiting the store in a rush. He could hear the calls of the girl behind him, telling him to wait up but he'd rather not.
Nope, not gonna talk about this to her.
Though the statement of the girl had baffled him, did he really perhaps stink? He shouldn't be, he made sure to shower and even used the new Quack.
Going his way home through one of the less used alleys- mainly to avoid any trouble- he lifted his arm to check it.
*Sniff**Sniff*
And stink he did, a thick and filthy scent infiltrated his nostrils attacking them. He felt like he was smelling his uniform as if he had used sewage water to wash it, was his home's waterline damaged? Oh GOD, he had to let his mother know!
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A mighty leap, Izuku immediately jumped back, taking his strong body into mind, his quirk enhanced senses picking the presence about to attack him. The smell of sewage became stronger as the blob appeared before him.
"Aw darn, you noticed me," a…sludge(?) spoke. "But that just makes you a better vessel!" His perverse and almost sickening voice came out.
Wait, how is a sludge even speaking? Where is the mouth?
"Lucky me I guess… hey kid, gimme your body."
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"What?"
"I said gimme you- ugh, you know what, I'll just take it myself." The sludge grumbled, shooting towards Izuku, once more making him jump back. " Damn it kid, will ya stop moving?"
A villain.
"Who in their right mind would just let a villain take their body?" Izuku finally asked.
This was what it was.
A villain and he? A civilian. Not allowed to use his quirk, even if he refuses to use it anyways.
"Fucking brat, don't question it." The slimy villain increased in size, growing impossibly tall, and falling onto him as if it was a tsunami wave. Engulfing him, as he tried to resist, but he felt the…thing rush in through his mouth and nostril alike.
The cold, disgusting slime was uncomfortable to be in. More than terrified he felt worried for his mother, he had yet to see her off to her job. She would be worried for him. The poor woman already being a bit on the chubbier side due to her stress eating issues, and he wasn't sure how she would handle the news. A whole load of tears no doubt.
He felt his senses becoming numb, the lack of oxygen bringing him an oxymoron of a painful comfort. Knowing that perhaps his unneeded existence would come to an end.
Sorry Mother, but it seems it's my end.
"Hello, kid. Wake up. Oi. Good Morning? Buon Giorno. Ohayo gozaimasu. Wake the f-"
Izuku stirred awake, blinking his eyes. A gnarly scent surrounded the air, reminding him painfully of the slime.
Air? Wasn't I supposed to be dead?
"Good grief kid, don't kill yourself off yet."
Izuku's eyes focused on the man in front of him, a hulking mass of muscles and a pearly white smile that reflected all light. "Y-You are, A-All Might!" Izuku squealed internally, seeing one of his favourite heroes right in front of him.
His intimidating presence intervened with his animal instincts, but it didn't matter much. Why? Because this was All Might.
And no, he was NOT a fanatic. He simply admired the man.
"...boy are you in need of a therapist?" All Might's powerful voice boomed, in his hand being a…cola bottle? Containing the previous sludge villain. A reddened eye stared right at him, glaring daggers.
"C-Can I have your auto-" Izuku scrambled to find his notebook, but as he turned to the page. "OHMYGOSHIT'SALREADYTHERE!"
"HAHAHA, it's good to meet a fan every now and then!" All Might's voice boomed once more, "Well if you are alright, I'm going to take my leave now."
"Wait!" Izuku called out, making the hero pause in his lift off position. "I had a very important question, sir."
"Well, what is it? My actual name? Can't give that. And no I don't have any lovers, regardless of what you see in the forums. What's my PR on the bench? Infinite, why? Because I'm ALL MIGHT! And no once more, I don't have a lo-" The hero began to rant before Izuku cut him off.
"Can someone who has taken a life ever become a hero?!" He almost screamed out. His heart palpitated audibly as the hero had become silent; the tension nearly choking him. It was a question, he desperately needed answers to, and though he knew the answer, some small tiny corner of his mind wished for him to be told otherwise. To be given hope, and who else better than the very symbol of it?
"...That is a question that is very difficult to answer, and as much as I would like anyone to become a hero, the very fact that someone may have another human's blood in their hands is something the vult- I mean media will use at every turn when they make an error, ruining their reputation and I have heard many be driven to death by that kind of stuff. So in short, no. I don't think they should become a hero."
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"Oh…" Izuku's voice came out. Weak. Pathetic. "I-I see, thank you for answering the question." Every word was pronounced slower and slower, as his world came to a screeching halt.
The last vestige of hope being squashed like a fly, his world becoming wrecked at being told the truth that he was oh so aware of. His vision swam, yet no tears could fall, his cruel fate not allowing him any release as always. Toying with him, and his emotions.
He berated himself, anger swelled inside him once more with no possible exit, as he cursed at himself for ever hoping for anything. How could he have actually been naive enough to think that it was possible? How could it ever be possible for a slaughterer, someone who has done the opposite of what a hero should aspire to do, to ever hope of becoming a hero?
It was foolish, stupid, idiotic, dumb, inane, idiotic, brainless, stupid, idiotic, oh just SO idiotic.
At some point the symbol of peace had left, albeit concerned for the boy, he couldn't spare any time as he had to finish his patrol. Leaving the child to just stand in the alleyway. Left to go down the spiral of despair.
Perhaps…Kach-no, Bakugo had been correct. Perhaps, he had no hope of ever entering the U.A. or any academy for that matter as a hero.
It wouldn't be allowed. His fate wouldn't allow it. His tainted hands wouldn't allow it.
The worst part?
He could feel it.
A very, very small part of him. Something sick and truly twisted, delusional even, that still held a wisp of that hope.
Why? Why could he not just give up? It wasn't meant to be, it was over! He should just accept it and go to the support course, happy that he's going to U.A. at all. If he even gets into that.
…So why?
Why did it hurt so bad being told the obvious by the legendary hero?
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"...I should just go home." He murmured, picking up his belongings before going to his home.
His heart beat and quaked in pain, his damned blood being pumped around his body, keeping him alive despite him wanting to change that status so much now. He was left clutching the top left of his chest.
His blood hands…on his bloody heart.
The next day had been much the same, passing by in a blur of useless and ignorable jargon that his brain refused to contain. He had somehow managed to get a shower and throw his nasty clothes in the wash before his mother noticed, and maintained a cheerful act around her.
The woman already worked long and hard hours and he refused to further worry his mother.
Once more he was on his way back home, oddly enough, even Bakugo seemed to have kept his hands off Izuku. Not even bothering to speak to him, which while strange, was particularly welcomed.
He had chosen a different route for the day, listlessly walking along the shores of Dagobah beach. The place-no doubt beautiful at one point- had become a garbage dumb with some of the most ridiculous things ending up there.
Though for him, the sight resonated with Izuku quite a lot. The view of trash, and unnecessary things turned even a place such as Dagobah Beach into an unwanted wasteland, that no one bothered to visit.
"Oh? Aren't you the guy from yesterday?"
"Hm?" Izuku was brought out of his daze, looking ahead to see the same girl he had seen yesterday. The same mop of dark green hair, which by all means was slightly brighter than his own. Her large beautiful dusky eyes stared at his own. Smooth skin like porcelain and slightly jagged teeth which honestly seemed a bit adorable. A slight blush adorned her face, wait why is she blushing? No way did he just…
"Did I mutter all that?" Izuku asked, a bit concerned. Her nod proved to be enough of a stimulus to lead his thoughts away from his dark brooding for a bit. "... I meant everything I said?"
"N-Nah it's cool. Haven't been praised that way before, but well I'll take it." The girl smiled, clearly trying to overcome her embarrassment.
Izuku never being one to confidently speak to girls, chose to simply treat it as any other interaction.
"I hope it wasn't disturbing, I tend to go on murmuring storms every now and then."
"Nah don't worry, as I said it's fine." the girl shrugged, "But you did run away from me yesterday? Do you know how rude that is?"
"...Yes."
"All I had was a question man, could've just told me that you wouldn't answer instead of saying something random about getting in my way and just leaving." She huffed, but a smile soon broke out, blossoming on her face, "But since you did compliment me, I guess I can forgive you…The name's Setsuna Tokage." She extended her hand.
Midoriya eyed the hand for a bit before grabbing and returning a smile of his own, "I'm Midoriya Izuku, a pleasure to meet you."
As he shook her hand, however, it suddenly popped off.
"Wha-huh?"
The girl jumped back with a scream "AHHHH, you ripped my arm off! What a brute! Whatever shall I do?!" She flailed dramatically, grabbing the arm where it had been removed.
Izuku just blankly looked at the girl, who was seemingly peeking at him as she continuously moved around, and the arm in his hand, still joined as if it was being shaken.
"...I guess you don't need this anymore; may as well throw it in the trash," he shrugged, turning to the garbage bin next to him about to put the arm in.
"WOAH buddy, a friend let's not be hasty." Setsuna stopped him, taking the arm from his hand and connecting it back, "Can't take a freaking joke jeez. Who takes a maiden's arm and just throws it in the trash?"
"I do."
"Not in tha-ugh, man, you sure are a different one," She commented, "Ah well whatever, Midori, whatcha doin' now?" The girl quickly gave off a chatty impression to Izuku, not that he minded much. Most people typically didn't talk to him much anyways, not since they knew…
The thought caused his mood to once more plummet, painfully reminding him of the searing pain that All Might's words had left him and of his past deeds.
This girl too, if she found out…
"Hello! Midori! Anyone home or are you going to beat Elon Zuckerburg to Mars?" Setsuna waved her hand in front of the boy's face. His attention span seems to be shorter than any goldfish out there.
'Wait was it a goldfish's memory? Or Attention span?' She wondered but ultimately shrugged.
"Uh yes sorry. I was just making my way home." Izuku replied just barely keeping his voice stable as it was before when she first came to talk to him.
"Oh cool, great to hear." She paused, "Alright come shopping with me then." She grabbed his arm and began to drag him along without even asking for his permission.
"H-huh? Wait, I wanna go home." Izuku tried to resist, but the girl had other plans in mind.
"Hehe nope, you are gonna help me go shop, besides it seems we live in the same direction anyways so what's the harm?" Setsuna grinned.
This…this girl was a selfish one huh…
A/N: yend.
Izuku x Harem.
Requested by: The Shmuppet he's on the Danmachi fanfics section and so am I so go on and give it a read if you want.
Bless.