New story. I know. It's been...forever, to be honest. Idk if my other stories will update. But...this is a revival for me. I have a good idea, I think. Just let me know what you all think of it.
Also, U.A. is a university, just for some age contexts.
Inko Midoriya-Jujenshi was sad.
Not in her usual way. Not in the way that many had seen from her, since the death of her husband, Hisashi, nearly 16 years ago. No, that wasn't it.
She had found another man to love. Intoka Jujenshi. A well connected businessman who she met at a coffee shop. The man, a few years older than her, had slightly grey black hair, bright silver eyes, and a perpetual slight smile on his face. He was kind, caring, loving, amazingly handsome. A good replacement, who she had been dating for nearly a decade, married with for the past 5.
No, this sadness tonight was of a different kind. One that Jujenshi felt as well. While he wasn't her first love, he played a huge role in the life of the reason she was sad tonight.
Izuku Midoriya. Her one and only son. He had been gone for the past 2 years, to the date.
So, Intoka, deciding to take some initiative, decided to make her a homecooked meal, with all of her favorites. It had taken him all day, but he was glad to do it when he saw the look on her face when she got back from his mandated shopping trip with Mitsuki Bakugo, who he had contacted in order to help smooth this little idea of his along.
When Inko came home, to no-one's surprise, she burst into tears, nearly flooding the 1.4 billion yen home. It was a shock to Jujensi that it wasn't the woman's quirk, considering he had seen her son do it on more than one occasion. But, nonetheless, there seemed to be no real explanation for it.
Nonetheless, despite the love from her husband, and the comfort from her friend, Inko was still sad.
"Hun...do you want to watch Real Housewives of Mustafu?" Jujensi asks, referencing one of Inko's favorite shows.
"I...yeah. I would love that, hun." Inko smiles, standing up as he husband moved to take all of the dishes, but suddenly...
A loud, thumping, harsh set of knocks at the door. Considering the pouring rain outside...
"Who the hell would be here at this hour?" Jujenshi asks, voicing Inko's inner thoughts.
"I don't know...it's odd..." Inko mutters, as Jujenshi breathes out slowly, his breath slightly tinged with a scent of woodsmoke. A sign of his quirk, Campfire which allowed him to radiate heat and breathe smoke. It also enhanced his metabolism as well as his overall health, leaving the man in his mid-fifties feeling much more like a man in his 20's
Stalking up to the door, he wrenches it open, ready to snap at whoever is there, but falls dead quiet as he looks at the figure in front of him.
What would seem to be a normally tall, imposing figure wearing a black cloak is hunched over, hand pressed to their stomach, with blood leaking between their fingers, staining the concrete walking a dark red from the blood and rain.
"Holy shit...are you okay?" Jujenshi asks, as the figure tries to stand, but hunches over in pain again, letting out a deep, pained growl
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" Inko shouts, and the figure freezing, then drops to a knee and pukes up a mouthfull of blood and bile.
"Shit! Jujenshi, grab the car keys, he needs a hospital!" Inko snaps, going into her 'nurse mode', as Jujenshi calls it
"I...no...hospital..." The figure breathes out painfully, the now easily male voice weak but incredibly deep.
"No, young man, we are taking...you..." Inko goes deathly quiet as Jujenshi runs back around the corner, stopping dead in his tracks as he spots what Inko is so quiet at
Inko had moved the hood of the young man's cloak, revealing a face that while aged...he recognized.
The dark green, soaked hair. The green eyes...well...eye. One was now a blackened steel color. Like it has been replaced. The freckles in diamonds, even with some split by scars. Even the facial structure matches that of AI renderings to an extent.
"Izu...Izuku!" Inko cries, bawling all over again.
Izuku Midoriya. Missing for 2 years and presumed dead. Was alive. And on their porch. Bleeding out from what looked like a slash wound.
-DMJ-
36 hours later.
-DMJ-
Izuku Midoriya wakes up in a hospital bed. After he specifically said no hospital. Why do people never seem to listen to that.
Sitting up slowly, he takes in his surroundings, as well as his current status. IV in his left arm. Standard. Two bags, one for blood, one for saline. Also standard. His mother, asleep at the foot of his bed, while Jujenshi, his step-father, was asleep in a chair in the corner of the room. A door leading to what he assumed to be a restroom of some kind. A door to the hall. Three windows. Not on the ground floor. His wounds were stitched. He can feel them pulling. He'll be healed in under a week at any rate. A little bit of regeneration never hurt anyway.
Looking around his clothes, and equipment, his movements awaken his mother.
"Mmm...OH! Izuku! You're awake!" Inko cries, her face welling with tears.
"Mom..." Izuku says, his voice different than what she remembered. It was deeper. Rougher. Harsher.
"Izuku! I...you're okay! Oh my god I am so glad you are okay! Where were you? What happened? Did you get hurt? Did you meet any girls? Did you-"
"Mom. I...look. It's...it's a long story. Like...a very long story. That I do not have time to...explain..." Izuku says quietly, as he notices someone at the door. Someone...unexpected. Somewhat
"Oh...I...who are you?" Inko Midoriya asks, looking at the man dressed in all black clothing, staring at Izuku, who stares right back, green eyes meeting red.
"Pro Hero Eraserhead. And I need to ask your so-"
"Fuck off, you goddamn pain in the ass." Izuku snarls, sitting upright further, his voice carrying nothing but venom
"Izuku! Don't be rude!" Inko says, as Izuku tenses
"Mom. I don't want him here."
"You don't have a choice. Either you answer to me or to the HSPC."
"Fuck the both of you. Tell Nedzu I want to speak to him. We had a deal, Eraser."
"Nonetheless, there are questions that need answering. You need to explain your quirk."
"Uhm...excuse me. My son has no quirk, Eraser." Inko says, a deep venom entering her voice like Izuku had only heard a few times.
"Ma'am. I saw your son rip steel bars from the ground, with his bare hands, before throwing them through an armored police car. He's lucky he didn't kill the officers."
"I knew where I was throw, Eraser. I'm not an idiot." Izuku snaps, an Inko stares incredously
"You...my baby has a quirk?"
"No. I don't. But...I've changed. A lot." Izuku admits
"What do you mean, you don't have a quirk. I watched you go toe-to-toe with Gang Orca in a fistfight. What the hell are you?"
"Half-dead." Apparently Jujenshi was now awake. And while not the most imposing man to Izuku, he clearly posed enough of a threat with his nearly 7 foot frame to Eraser, and Izuku decides this is enough
Create. Izuku creates clothes for himself from the bedsheets. Forward. Izuku forces his body to completely heal and recover. Strength. Stepping out of bed with practiced ease, Izuku picks up Eraserhead by the arm, and drags him into the hall, shutting the door behind him, ignoring the sounds of shock and concern from his parents.
"You are damn well going to honor our agreements, you son of a bitch. Tell the HSPC if they want me, they need to drag me in dead, unconscious, or with a gun at my head. Get Nezu to my home by the end of the day, or I will come and find the rat myself."
"No need, Mr. Midoriya." Speak of the Devil, Nezu walks up, with a blond, short, skinny woman who is clearly a HSPC agent based on the hero escort, two mid level pros, and the badge on her left chest.
"Nezu. The fuck happened to my deal?" Izuku asks, as his parents walk out of the room, shocked at hearing Izuku curse. At least, Inko is. Jujenshi can tell this isn't the kid he knew two years ago.
"Your deal is still in effect. The HSPC just wants to make some...alterations, based on your skills presented."
"...Alterations?" Izuku asks, glaring at the HSPC agent.
"Hello, I'm field Agent Namata Takura. Your deal with Nezu would be unconditional protection and time at U.A. as a student under the hero program, correct? As well as protection and security for your parents?" The woman speaks in a smug tone that pisses Izuku off way too much.
"...There was more, but that's the basics."
"We want to stu-"
"No." Izuku cuts the woman off, stepping towards her, ignoring the heroes gearing up next to her
"Excuse me? You are not in a posi-"
"I am in a position to do whatever the fuck I want. I could kill everyone in this hospital with a thought and you wouldn't be able to stop me. Nobody could. But I am choosing not too because I actually want to do something with my life, not be a pencil-pushing manipulator, or attack dogs for a piece of shit pencil-pusher." Izuku directs that last comment at the two heroes, who glare at him.
"I'm respecting my deal with Nezu and U.A., because this is what is safe for me and my family. I will not be going and being a goddamn science experiment for the HSPC. I was just tested on for the past 2 years. I'm not going back. Fuck you. Tell your boss that they want me in there, send Hawks with a goddamn nuke in his hands." Izuku growls, closing in on the woman and actually forcing her back a step.
"Hey, back up kid!" One of the heroes says, making a step towards him.
"FALL." Izuku growls, and the man drops to his knees, eyes rolled back into his head, unconscious.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST-"
"SILENCE." The other hero tries to make noise, but can't. His mouth opens, but no words come out.
"...Take your goddamn lap dogs and leave. UNDO." Both men suddenly seem to snap out of their conditions, regaining the ability to both and be conscious, but suddenly both men are cautious, unsure.
"...The HSPC will here about this."
"Hawks. Nuke. Now fuck off."
"...You'll regret this."
"I'm sure I won't. Now like I said, run along with your little lapdogs."
"We're not lapdogs." The hero he made silent snaps
"Both of you could be dead right now. One word." Izuku warns, his voice like poisoned honey. Smooth...but deadly all the same.
"...Fine." The HSPC woman and her little attack dogs leave, slamming a door behind them. Izuku takes a slow breath, staring at his parents, who look at him in complete shock.
"Izuku...honey...what happened?" Inko asks, on the verge of tears. And Izuku sighs. Waving his hand for Eraser and Nezu to follow, he heads back into his room, closing the door once Nezu and Eraser are in.
Fuse. The lock on the door fuses itself shut, keeping their conversation as private as it can be.
"Okay. It's...a long story. Nezu, help me out here?" Izuku asks, and Nezu nods.
-DMJ-
4 hours later
-DMJ-
"Izuku...oh my god..." Inko says, now crying softly. Izuku...had never seen that before
"Shit kid...you went through a lot. Are...are you sure you're okay?"
"Physically, yes, mentally, not even close. I'm paranoid, untrusting, and, frankly, have some unresolved anger issues for various reasons." Izuku sighs, rubbing his head.
"Kid...if it were up to me, I would give you full permission to go on a rage induced rampage until you found the bastard who did this to you." Jujenshi admits
"Trust me, it's crossed my mind. More than once." Izuku admits, and Aizawa glances at him
"So...do...do you have a quirk?" Inko asks, somewhat concerned, somewhat hopeful
"I...that's a tough question to answer, truthfully. Whatever the fuck I have functions as quirk. But quirk-on-quirk factors don't affect it. Erasure doesn't work on me. I'm not sure someone could like...take my quirk, if that were possible. Nonetheless, effectively, I have a quirk." Izuku shrugs
"But...what exactly does it do? I guss that's what I'm confused on." Jujenshi asks
"Essentially, certain words carry power. Fall, and Silence like you heard. But things like Mend, Repair, Replace, Undo. All of those words have practical uses. I can say, or think, these certain words, and change reality. But it also take a toll on my body." Izuku says, lifting up his shirt and revealing, while his stomach wound has healed, he's now covered in a mar of bruising.
"So...you're effectively a God, with a self destruct power." Jujenshi says, and Izuku nods
"The more effort or power I put into a word, the more damage it will do to my body. That gut wound you saw...that was of my own doing, from over-use. I had push my body to it's peak, and...well, you saw what failed." Izuku says, shrugging slightly.
"I didn't know that aspect of your quirk, Mr. Midoriya. Why didn't you inform me?" Nezu asks, genuinely curious
"Never had to push it until I had to escape." Izuku admits
"Mr. Midoriya. When you said you could...'kill everyone in this hospital, and nobody could do anything to stop me'...were you serious about that?" Nezu asks, and Izuku blinks
"Yes."
"So you have the ability to render all of this hospital. All 1700 or so people. Dead. In an instant."
"I could pick which way they die, Nezu, if you wanted. Every single one, individually. The effort may kill me, but yes, I could." Izuku admits
"Kid...have you ever heard of an Omega Level quirk?" Aizawa asks
Most quirks were divided in 'levels' of strength, so to speak. 5 levels. Epsilon, being the weakest. Usually either quirkless, or basically quirkless. Minor body modifcations, things like that. Delta, being next. Stronger, but still weak. Inko's quirk fell into this category. Gamma, more mid-level quirks in terms of raw power. Jujenshi's quirk fell here. Beta Level quirks is where heroes began to arise. Technically, this is where Eraser's quirk fell, but many considered him Beta+, at a minimum. Then there were Alpha Level quirks. Things like All-Might, Endeavor's quirks. Most hereos fell here, as well as most high-level villains. But Omega...
"No, I can't say I have."
"Okay, then...yeah, Kid, you have one. All Might is considered one too, but, for public appearances... Alpha++."
"So...are you saying I'm All Might, but better?" Izuku asks jokingly
"You might be more powerful than him, kid." Eraserhead says, and the room goes quiet.
"So...what do you call this...power?" Jujenshi asks, and this time, Izuku smiles, actually proud.
"I call it..." Izuku goes quiet for a second, as everyone in the room leans in
"Command."
Command Words
Unspoken
Create: Can create new objects from either other objects, or surrounding raw elements
Forward: Manipulates time on an object, person, or other being, pushing it forward into the future.
Strength: Increases Izuku's strength to a level of his choosing
Spoken
Fall: Forces Unconsciousness onto target/s of Izuku's choosing
Silence: Forces Silence onto target/s of Izuku's choosing
Undo: Undoes previous commands of Izuku's choosing