I woke up to the blinding lights of the hospital room. Everything felt like a dream-a twisted, surreal nightmare I couldn't escape from. My body was heavy, like I had been weighed down by a thousand chains. But the real shock came when I saw the nurse standing over me, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"He's actually awake,"
she whispered, as if she couldn't believe it herself. She turned quickly, calling out for more staff. The room buzzed with activity, but I didn't care. All I could think about was the fact that I was conscious again, that the haze I'd been lost in for what felt like an eternity had finally lifted.
Izuku:How long have I been out?
My voice was hoarse, barely a croak.
The nurse hesitated before responding.
Nurse:It's close to four months, sir.
Four months. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I slumped back against the pillows, the weight of that realization settling in. Four months of nothingness. Four months where the world kept turning without me, and here I was, stuck in this sterile room like a prisoner.
I glanced down at my wrists and noticed the quirk suppression bracelets strapped around them. The irony of it all made me chuckle darkly. Did they really think these flimsy cuffs could hold me? Even without my quirk, I was still far stronger than any normal human. I could break out of this place if I wanted to no, if I needed to.
And plus I can adapt to the quirk supression bracelets and actually become immune to it
Seriously adaption is a broken ability
The thought of escape began to form in my mind, but before I could act on it, the door creaked open. Tsukauchi walked in, his face lined with exhaustion and concern.
Tsukauchi:Izuku, you're okay
he said, relief evident in his voice.
As soon as I saw him, everything came rushing back. The memories, the battles, the blood on my hands it all slammed into me like a tidal wave. I felt my stomach churn with guilt, but I shoved it down. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. I had to face the consequences.
I stared at him, my eyes narrowing.
Izuku:Let me guess... I'm in deep trouble, right? How many years am I supposed to spend in Tartarus?"
Tsukauchi sighed, his shoulders slumping.
Tsukauchi:after what you did... yes, you are going to spend a lot of time there. And... several of the heroes you fought are permanently-
I cut him off, a sudden idea sparking in my mind.
Izuku:then use my blood instead.
His brow furrowed in confusion.
Tsukauchi:Excuse me?
"My blood," I repeated.
Izuku:I can regenerate, even if I'm sliced in half. My blood has a healing factor. Use it to help them.
(Unlike a silver haired sorcerer we know)
He stared at me, stunned into silence. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he tried to process what I was saying. I couldn't blame him. The idea must have sounded insane to him, but I knew it was the least I could do. A twisted form of atonement.
Tsukauchi:Why did you choose to...
His voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.
I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of my own words.
Izuku:Because I lost control. And yes, even if I don't trust heroes, I took it too far. I know that. Well, apart from what I did to Endeavor and Inferno. I don't regret that.
He sighed, his expression weary. "Figures."
There was a moment of silence between us, a thick tension hanging in the air. I could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes anger, sadness, maybe even a touch of pity. But I didn't want his pity. I didn't need it.
Izuku:Now, why are you here, detective?
I asked, my voice cold and detached.
Tsukauchi straightened up, taking a deep breath before speaking.
Tsukauchi:I'm here because I want to understand, Izuku. I need to understand why you did all of this. Why you became... Nemesis.
I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the sterile room.
Izuku:Why? Do you really want to know, Tsukauchi? Or are you just here to ease your own conscience?
He flinched at my words but didn't back down.
Tsukauchi:I want to know. I need to know.
I stared at the ceiling, the memories swirling in my mind like a storm.
Izuku:fine. You want to know why? It's because I was broken. Shattered. They took everything from me, Tsukauchi. My family, my dreams, my future... all of it, gone.
He listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine.
Izuku:I was quirkless, remember? Worthless, as far as the world was concerned. My own family abandoned me, treated me like I was nothing. And then the heroes... they turned their backs on me too. The people I looked up to, the ones who were supposed to protect us... they ignored me. They didn't care.
Tsukauchi's face was a mask of pain, but I didn't stop. The words kept pouring out of me, like a dam had finally broken.
Izuku:Then came the experiments
I continued, my voice shaking with barely suppressed rage.
Izuku;They took me, tortured me, all in the name of creating a weapon. Project All Might Killer. That's what they called it. They wanted to turn me into something unstoppable, something that could take down the very heroes I once admired.
His eyes widened in shock.
Tsukauchi:Project All Might Killer...?
He remembered the project he had read
"Yeah," I spat.
Izuku:That's what they did to me. They pushed my body to its limits, injected me with drugs, experimented on me until I was nothing more than a monster in their eyes. And when I finally escaped... I was left with nothing but hatred.
Tsukauchi's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
Tsukauchi:But you didn't have to... you didn't have to do what you did.
"Didn't I?" I shot back, my voice rising.
Izuku:After everything they did to me, after all the pain and suffering... what was I supposed to do, Tsukauchi? Just let it go? Pretend it never happened?
Tsukauchi:You could have sought help. You could have-
"Help?" I interrupted, my laugh sharp and bitter.
Izuku:From who? The heroes who ignored me? The society that cast me aside? There was no help for someone like me, Tsukauchi. I was alone.
He shook his head, his expression torn.
Tsukauchi:You weren't alone. You didn't have to be.
Izuku:Don't you get it?
I snapped, my anger boiling over.
Izuku:I didn't want their help! I didn't want to be saved by the very people who let this happen to me! I wanted revenge. I wanted them to feel the same pain I felt.
Hisashi's face flashed through my mind, the image of him crying over those damned files. The father who never cared until it was too late. The one who only realized his mistakes after I was already lost.
Tsukauchi took a step closer, his voice pleading.
Tsukauchi:Izuku, this isn't you. This... this hatred, this anger... it's consuming you. It's turning you into something you're not.
I glared at him, the fire in my chest burning hotter with every word.
Izuku:No, Tsukauchi. This is who I am now. This is who they made me. You don't get to decide that. You don't get to judge me for it.
He fell silent, the room heavy with the weight of my words. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wanted to reach out, to pull me back from the edge. But it was too late. I had already fallen.
We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, the only sound the steady beeping of the machines monitoring my vitals. Finally, Tsukauchi spoke, his voice tired and resigned.
Tsukauchi:So, what now?
he asked quietly.
I shrugged, the cold detachment returning to my voice.
Izuku:You know what happens next. I go to Tartarus, I rot in a cell... whatever. It doesn't matter. None of it does.
He looked at me with a sadness that cut deep, but I didn't let it show.
Tsukauchi;Is that really how you want this to end, Izuku?
I didn't answer him. Instead, I turned my gaze to the window, watching as the sun began to set in the distance. The world kept turning, indifferent to the pain, the suffering, the destruction. It didn't care about me, about what I had done, about the monster I had become.
Tsukauchi let out a heavy sigh, defeated.
Tsukauchi:I'll make sure they know about your offer. About using your blood to heal the others. It's... it's the least we can do.
Izuku:Do whatever you want
I muttered, not really caring.
He nodded, turning to leave the room. But before he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at me one last time.
Tsukauchi:Izuku... if you ever decide that you want to talk, if you ever want to try and find another way... I'll be here. I'll always be here.
I didn't respond. I couldn't. The door closed behind him, and I was left alone in the room, the silence pressing down on me like a shroud.
I closed my eyes, the exhaustion washing over me once again. The nurses had said I'd been out for four months, but it felt like I hadn't rested in years. I didn't know what would happen next, but in that moment, I didn't care.
I was tired. So tired of fighting, of running, of hating
My eyes were heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. The fatigue was crushing, pulling me deeper into a sense of numbness that had become my only refuge. I didn't even bother to look when the door creaked open again. But the faint sound of footsteps, hesitant and slow, told me who it was before he spoke.
"Izuku..." Hisashi's voice was low, raspy, strained-probably from the damage he sustained during the battle. I didn't care.
I didn't respond at first, keeping my eyes fixed on the ceiling, the sterile white tiles above offering no comfort. Finally, I forced myself to acknowledge him, though my voice was as cold as ice.
Izuku:I'm not forgiving you ever, I hope you know that.
The words hung in the air, heavy and unforgiving. I could almost hear the way they cut through him, like a knife digging into old wounds. He didn't say anything for a moment, probably trying to find the right words, trying to piece together a response that wouldn't shatter him completely. But I wasn't interested in making this easy for him.
"Izuku, I..." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat before continuing.
Hisashi:I know you have no reason to forgive me. What I did-or rather, what I failed to do-there's no excuse for it.
He took a step closer, and I could see his shadow stretching across the floor. I still didn't look at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing any reaction on my face.
Hisashi;I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to be there for you, but instead, I... I left you alone. I didn't listen, I didn't care enough, and for that, I'm so-
"Don't," I cut him off, my voice sharp.
Izuku:Don't you dare say you're sorry. You think that changes anything? You think apologizing now, after everything, will make up for the years you neglected me? For all the times you pretended I didn't exist?
He flinched at my words, but I didn't stop. The anger, the bitterness, it all came pouring out like a dam that had finally burst.
Izuku:Where were you when I needed you, huh? Where were you when I was being bullied, when I was treated like garbage because I didn't have a quirk? You didn't care, you didn't even notice. You were too busy being a hero, too busy saving everyone else to even look at your own son!
Hisashi tried to speak, but I wasn't finished. I sat up, the movement slow and painful, but I didn't care. I wanted him to see the hatred in my eyes, the deep, festering wound that would never heal.
Izuku:And then, when I was taken, when they tortured me, experimented on me you weren't there either. They turned me into a monster, and where were you? Out being a hero, right? Out being the great Hisashi Midoriya, the man everyone admires. But you couldn't even save your own son.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but I refused to let them affect me. I wouldn't give him that power over me again.
"Izuku," he whispered, his voice trembling,
Hisashi;I know I failed you. I know I can never make up for what I've done, or what I didn't do. But I want you to know that I'm here now. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you again. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make things right, if you'll let me.
I laughed, a hollow, bitter sound that echoed off the walls.
Izuku:Make things right? How are you going to do that? Can you go back in time and change everything? Can you erase the years of pain, the scars they left on me? Can you undo the damage, the hate that's been burned into me?
He was silent, and that silence was answer enough. He couldn't. No one could.
Izuku:That's what I thought
I muttered, my voice low and filled with venom.
Hisashi took another step forward, closer to the bed, but still kept a respectful distance. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his hands trembled at his sides.
Hisashi:Izuku, please... I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But you're still my son. I still love you, even if I was too blind to show it before. Please, let me help you now. Let me be the father I should have been.
I shook my head, the motion slow and deliberate.
Izuku:You don't get it, do you? It's too late. The time for you to be my father passed a long time ago. I don't need you now, Hisashi. I survived without you. I learned to live without you. And nothing you say or do will ever change that.
His face crumpled, the tears finally spilling over.
Hisashi:I know... I know it's too late to fix things, but I can't just give up on you. I can't walk away again. Please, Izuku... just give me a chance.
I stared at him, my gaze cold and unyielding.
Izuku:A chance for what? To pretend we're a happy family? To pretend you care now? I don't want that. I don't want your pity, or your guilt, or whatever this is.
He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off again.
Izuku:And don't think I'm doing this because I want to forgive you. I offered to help heal those heroes because it's the right thing to do. It has nothing to do with you, or anyone else. It's not about redemption or forgiveness. It's about doing what needs to be done.
Hisashi looked like he was about to break down completely, his body trembling with the effort to keep himself together.
Hisashi:I understand, Izuku. I do. But... I want you to know that I'm here. And if you ever decide you want to talk, if you ever need anything... I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you, whether you want me to be or not.
I finally turned away from him, lying back down on the bed and closing my eyes.
Izuku:You do whatever you want, Hisashi. But don't expect anything from me.
He stood there for a long moment, the weight of my rejection pressing down on him. I could feel it, the way his presence lingered in the room like a dark cloud. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he turned and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
The silence that followed was deafening, the room suddenly feeling emptier than before. I should have felt relief that he was gone, that I didn't have to look at his pathetic, broken face anymore. But all I felt was a deep, aching emptiness that settled in my chest like a heavy stone.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling once again, trying to push away the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. The anger, the pain, the betrayal-they were all still there, festering beneath the surface, waiting to explode.
But I couldn't afford to break down now. I had made my decision. I had chosen my path, and there was no turning back.
Hisashi Midoriya might still see me as his son, but that boy was gone. The person I had once been was dead, replaced by something far darker, far more twisted.
And no amount of tears or apologies could ever bring him back.