Izumi paced around her room, biting her nails anxiously. It had been a week since Izuku disappeared, and the guilt gnawed at her. For the first time, even her father, Hisashi, seemed genuinely worried.
Hisashi:Where could that brat be?
Hisashi muttered, his tone laced with suppressed anger.
Inko was frantically making phone calls, her face pale and drawn. She dialed Fuyumi Todoroki's number, hoping for any news.
Fuyumi picked up the phone, her voice filled with concern.
Fuyumi:No, Izuku hasn't been at our place lately. Are you sure he's missing? He ran away… Inko, I'm so sorry.
As Fuyumi tried to console the distressed Inko, Rei Todoroki entered the room, overhearing the conversation. When the call ended, Rei's face was etched with shock.
Rei:What happened?
Rei asked, her voice trembling.
Fuyumi, her eyes brimming with tears, replied,
Fuyumi:Izuku... they can't find him. He's been missing for more than a week.
Rei's shock turned into urgency as she stormed to the twins' room.
Rei:Shoto, Shiori, come out now!
Shiori:What do you want, Mom?
Shiori grumbled, clearly annoyed.
Rei:Do you know Izuku is missing?
Rei demanded, her voice shaking.
The twins exchanged uninterested glances.
Shoto:So maybe he just ran off like he always does
Shoto replied indifferently.
Fuyumi:He has been missing for more than a week!
Fuyumi cried, tears streaming down her face.
Fuyumi:Even your father is actively looking for him. Can't you see? What if something happened to Izuku? What if he's dead right now? Why are you so nonchalant about him? Do you wish for something to happen to him that you'll never see him again?
The twins were stunned into silence, their mother's words sinking in. What if something did happen to Izuku?
Rei:if Izuku truly ran away, he would have been back by now. Obviously, he couldn't survive on his own. But for him to be missing for more than a week…
Rei continued, her voice breaking.
Rei:Seeing a defenseless child with no one to help him, no quirk… they could kidnap him or do far worse things
Shiori's facade cracked. The possibility that something terrible had happened to Izuku was too much to bear.
Endeavor entered the room, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern.
Endeavor:We've looked everywhere. Even my sidekicks haven't found him. Izuku has possibly been kidnapped.
--
Meanwhile, at the Bakugo household, Mitsuki called for her twins. Katsumi and Katsuki trudged out of their room, clearly irritated.
Katsuki:You must have a good reason to wake us up
Katsuki said, annoyance evident in his voice.
Mitsuki slapped the back of his head hard.
Katsuki:what's your problem, Mom?
he grumbled, rubbing the sore spot.
Katsumi:Yeah, Mom, why are you even more angry than usual?
Katsumi asked.
Mitsuki:Izuku is missing
Mitsuki said, her voice tense.
Katsuki:W…ait, Deku? He must have run off as usual
Katsuki scoffed, earning another slap from Mitsuki.
Mitsuki:He has been missing for more than a week now. Do you know where he could have run off to?
Katsumi's face paled, her composure breaking down.
Katsumi:izuku… missing?
Mitsuki continued, her voice shaky,
Mitsuki:There's a high chance that Izuku might have been kidnapped.
--
Several more weeks passed with no sign of Izuku. The once-dismissed fear now settled into a grim reality, shaking everyone who knew him.
--
Izumi sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of worry and guilt.
Izumi:I didn't mean for this to happen… I didn't…
she whispered to herself.
Hisashi paced the living room, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Hisashi:How could this happen under our noses? Where did he go?
he fumed.
Inko, barely holding it together, kept her phone close, hoping for any news.
Inko:Please, just let him be safe
she prayed silently.
--
Fuyumi, overwhelmed with guilt for not noticing earlier, kept reaching out to her friends and contacts, hoping someone, anyone, had seen Izuku.
Fuyumi:He has to be out there somewhere… he just has to be.
Rei tried to keep the family together, but her heart ached for the boy she barely knew yet deeply worried about.
Rei:We'll find him. We have to find him.
Shoto and Shiori, their earlier indifference now replaced with a gnawing fear, couldn't shake the image of Izuku's lifeless eyes.
Shoto:What if we never see him again?
Shoto wondered aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shiori, usually so tough, was now ridden with guilt.
Shiori:I… I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think…
At the Bakugo household, the tension was palpable. Mitsuki kept berating herself for not noticing sooner.
Mitsuki:Why didn't I see the signs? Why didn't I do something?
Katsuki, though he hid it well, was haunted by the last encounter with Izuku.
Katsuki:Deku… where did you go?
Katsumi, a mess of nerves and regret, kept replaying every moment in her head, trying to find a clue.
Katsumi:What if… what if we never find him?
Days turned into weeks, and the hope of finding Izuku grew dimmer. The once lively boy, full of dreams and determination, had seemingly vanished without a trace, leaving behind a void that no one could fill.
More than a month had passed since Izuku's disappearance, and the Midoriya household was a shell of its former self. Izumi was frantically searching through Izuku's room, desperate for any clue that might lead to her brother. His room was bare, except for his treasured hero analysis book.
"IZUMI!" Her father's voice boomed from the hallway, but she didn't stop.
"IZUMI!" This time it was her mother, Inko, her voice trembling with grief.
Izumi ignored her parents until Inko entered the room and wrapped her arms around her, sobbing.
Inko:Please, Izumi, it's enough
Inko pleaded, her tears soaking into Izumi's shirt.
Izumi:Nooo... I can't... until I find a clue. Izuku can't be gone. He's my little brother... I failed him
Izumi sobbed, her tears dripping onto the floor.
--
Meanwhile, Hisashi Midoriya stood in his hero costume, a sleek, red and gold suit with dragon motifs that symbolized his quirk, "Dragon's Breath," which allowed him to breathe powerful, superheated flames. He was speaking to Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi and All Might, who had joined the search efforts.
Hisashi:We've been looking everywhere
Hisashi said, his voice tight with frustration and worry.
Hisashi;How could a child just vanish without a trace?
Detective Tsukauchi, known for his sharp deductive skills and empathy, nodded sympathetically.
Detective Tsukauchi:We've been following every lead, Mr. Midoriya. Unfortunately, there hasn't been any substantial evidence to point us in the right direction.
All Might, in his towering, muscular form, exuded a solemnity that was rare for him.
All might:I've been scouring the city, checking every corner, but it's as if young Midoriya has disappeared into thin air.
Hisashi clenched his fists, his flames flickering slightly.
Hisashi:He's out there somewhere. He has to be. My son is strong. He wouldn't just... he wouldn't just leave.
Detective Tsukauchi placed a hand on Hisashi's shoulder.
Detective Tsukauchi:We understand your pain. We're doing everything we can. The entire police force is on high alert, and we've increased patrols. We'll find him.
All Might nodded, his eyes full of determination.
All might:I won't rest until he's found. Izuku has the heart of a hero, and we owe it to him to bring him back.
Hisashi took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
Hisashi:thank you, both of you. It's just... it's hard to stay hopeful when every day that passes feels like we're losing him more.
All Might's voice softened.
All might:Hope is all we have, Hisashi. Young Midoriya wouldn't want us to give up on him. He's a fighter, just like you.
Detective Tsukauchi added,
Detective Tsukauchi:We'll keep looking, no matter how long it takes. And if there's anything—anything at all—that comes to mind, no matter how small, please let us know.
Hisashi nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
Hisashi:I will. And if you hear anything, anything at all, please—
Detective Tsukauchi:We'll contact you immediately
Tsukauchi assured him.
--
Back at the Midoriya household, Izumi sat on the floor of Izuku's room, her fingers clutching his hero analysis book. Inko knelt beside her, trying to offer comfort despite her own heartbreak.
Izumi:Mom... what if we never find him?
Izumi whispered, her voice breaking.
Inko hugged her tighter.
Inko:We will find him, Izumi. We have to believe that. Izuku is out there, and he needs us to stay strong.
Izumi looked at her mother, her eyes red and swollen.
Izumi:I just... I wish I could have done something. I should have been there for him more.
Inko stroked her hair.
Inko:you did your best, Izumi. None of us could have known this would happen. But we can't give up hope.
In another part of town, Hisashi, still in his hero costume, stared at a picture of Izuku on his phone, his heart aching. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice All Might approach.
Hisashi:All Might... do you think he's okay?
Hisashi asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
All Might put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
All might:I believe he is. Izuku is a resilient young man. We'll find him, Hisashi. We won't stop until we do.
Hisashi nodded, his resolve hardening.
Hisashi:Thank you, All Might. I just... I just want my son back.
"We all do," All Might replied, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
All might:and we will. Together.
In a cold, dark laboratory, Izuku Midoriya lay on the icy concrete floor, his body battered and bruised. His clothes were in tatters, and he shivered uncontrollably, his mind teetering on the edge of consciousness. Bruises and cuts covered his skin, and several unknown fluids oozed from his mouth.
Izuku:…he…lp…me… Da…d… mo…m… s…o…me…o…n…e
he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.
The heavy door creaked open, revealing two men in black suits with cold, emotionless eyes. Their faces were hard, with stubbly beards and sharp features. They grabbed Izuku roughly and forced some pills into his mouth.
"Damn, he looks terrible,"
one of them muttered, his voice low and gravelly.
"And he's about to get worse. Let's hope he actually survives the first phase unlike the last ones,"
the other replied with a hint of a sadistic grin.
Izuku:La…st o…ne…s?
Izuku mumbled, his eyes barely open. He clung to a faint hope that his dad would save him, that All Might would rescue him, that even Uncle Endeavor would come to his aid.
They dragged him to a metal table, strapping him down with tight restraints. The harsh metal bit into his already tender skin. The door opened again, and a crazed scientist entered the room. His appearance was grotesque—wild, unkempt hair that stuck out in all directions, a manic gleam in his bloodshot eyes, and a lab coat stained with unknown substances. His name was Dr. Kuroki, a madman infamous for his inhumane experiments.
Dr kuroki:My, my, my, 20 pills, and you actually managed to survive
Dr. Kuroki grinned sadistically, his yellow teeth showing through his cracked lips.
Dr kuroki:But this is only the beginning. You're quirkless, right? No worries. By the time this experiment is done, you'll never be quirkless again!
He laughed with a manic glee that sent chills down Izuku's spine.
Dr. Kuroki brought out several vials filled with different colored liquids, each labeled with cryptic codes.
Dr kuroki:These are enhancers
he explained, holding them up for Izuku to see.
Dr kuroki:they are designed to force the body to develop survive the power of an ultimate quirk by accelerating evolution. Of course, there's a high chance you may perish, but for the sake of progress, sacrifices must be made. And if you manage to survive this first phase, oh my, you're quite the special one.
Without hesitation, he began injecting the enhancers into Izuku's body. The sharp needles pierced his skin, and the fluids burned as they entered his bloodstream.
"Sir, isn't this too dangerous?"
one of the suited men asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Dr kuroki:For the sake of evolution, danger is irrelevant!
Dr. Kuroki snapped, slapping the man across the face. "Now, be quiet and observe."
Izuku's body convulsed violently as the enhancers took effect. The pain was unimaginable, searing through every nerve and muscle. His vision blurred, and his screams were trapped in his throat, his body unable to cope with the sheer agony.
Izuku's mind was a whirlwind of torment. Each pulse of pain was a hammer blow to his consciousness. He tried to scream, but his voice was gone, stolen by the agony. His muscles felt like they were being torn apart, and his bones felt like they were on fire. His heart pounded erratically, struggling to keep him alive.
His thoughts were fragmented. Faces of his family flashed before his eyes—his father, stern but once caring; his mother, loving but now distant; his sister, conflicted and confused. And All Might, his hero, his symbol of hope, telling him he couldn't be a hero without a quirk. Those words echoed in his mind, breaking him even further.
The pain intensified, and he felt his body rejecting the enhancers. His skin burned, his veins felt like they were going to burst, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably. He wanted to die, to escape this hellish torment, but his body clung to life with a stubbornness that matched his spirit.
Dr. Kuroki watched with an unsettling fascination.
Dr kuroki:Ah, yes, endure it, boy. Let the pain transform you. You will be the pinnacle of my work, the bridge between the quirkless and the evolved.
Izuku's vision darkened as he slipped in and out of consciousness. He could no longer feel his limbs, and his mind was drowning in a sea of agony. He could barely hear the voices around him, muffled and distant.
"Sir, he's convulsing too much. His vitals are dropping,"
one of the suited men warned.
Dr kuroki:Increase the dosage!
Dr. Kuroki ordered, his voice tinged with excitement.
Dr kuroki:Push him to his limits. We must see the results!
Another wave of pain crashed over Izuku, more intense than before. He felt his body breaking down, his heart stuttering. He was on the brink of death, yet somehow, he was still conscious, still enduring the unimaginable.
In that moment, as he teetered on the edge of existence, a flicker of something else stirred within him. A spark, faint but persistent. It wasn't a quirk, but a raw, untamed energy, born from his unyielding spirit and relentless will to survive.
Dr. Kuroki's eyes widened in manic delight.
Dr kuroki:Yes, yes! It's happening! This is it! The breakthrough I've been waiting for!
Izuku's body continued to convulse, but amidst the pain, that spark grew, feeding on his agony and desperation. He wasn't sure if he was dying or evolving, but in that moment, he realized one thing—he wouldn't give up. He couldn't give up.
For the sake of his family, for the sake of his dreams, and for the sake of his own survival, Izuku Midoriya would endure. And in the depths of that dark laboratory, surrounded by cold-hearted men and a mad scientist, the spark of his indomitable will began to blaze.
The suited men watched in awe and fear as Izuku's body underwent a transformation. Dr. Kuroki's laughter echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of madness and triumph.
Dr kuroki:welcome to the future, Izuku Midoriya
he whispered, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
Dr kuroki:You are my greatest creation, the herald of a new era.
And in the cold, dark laboratory, the tortured cries of a boy on the brink of transformation echoed through the walls, marking the beginning of a terrifying new chapter in his life.