He called himself the Implosioner. No one else called him that because it was not what his quirk did, but he very proudly announced that 'The Imposinoner is here!' every time he stepped on the scene. By now this call lead directly to terror. There were few quirks out there that caused such gruesome deaths.
He released his quirk as a thick white gas from his hands although it was possible it could be released from anywhere on his body and he used his hands for more control. When the gas made contact with a victim their stomach began to swell, slowly at first then more rapidly within 5 mins the stomach...popped. The contents of the swelling seemed to be nothing, but gore. Flesh and blood that would burst and kill the victim every time.
One thing seemed to stop the swelling and that was to make skin to skin contact with another human, but if you did that their flesh began to be absorbed into the victim. Skin, blood, and bone were all somehow sucked into the first person where skin contact was made. This was of course very painful. A few people had stubbornly tried to hold unto to their friends or family members regardless, and they had lost fingers. No one had been able to stand the pain long enough to have more of themselves absorbed. It was theorized that after a certain amount of flesh was consumed that the quirk would cease, however that had not been tested for obvious reasons.
What did this 'Implosioner' do with this horrifying power? He robbed banks. Leaving dozens of people to die agonizing deaths to make his getaway. He couldn't be allowed to continue. It had to stop. The hero's on the scene had been given gas masks and charged in. It was thought at first that it would be enough to not breathe in the gas, but that was not the case. It seemed to work though contact. Half a dozen heroes were down with swelling stomachs. One of which was Pro Hero Shouto.
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The villain was encased in ice up to his neck, but everyone was too frightened to approach him. We don't know if he can make more gas from his exposed skin. Shouto is there though. In pain, afraid, about to die. Momo did not become a hero to let her friends die on her. She did not become a hero to stay where it was safe with the medical team. She became a hero to save people and that's exactly what she would do.
A full bodysuit with an oxygen tank took 30 seconds. Getting to the villain and hitting him on the head hard enough to knock him out in the hopes that it would stop his quirk took another two and half mins. It's been over 3 before she gets to Shouto where he has fallen to his knees. His stomach is still swelling. He holds himself and he shakes from the pain of it. It's been 3 mins and 20 seconds. They make eye contact. He looks...he looks...frightened and young even though they are the same age. His wide eyes are oddly beautiful in this moment of horror, but they have always been beautiful. She doesn't need her left hand anyway.
She creates blades that rip her suit apart to expose her skin and she grabs his right hand with her left at 3 mins and 45 seconds.
Pain
Her skin
Her nails
Pain
Her blood
Her finger bones
Pain
She can endure. She must endure.
Her knuckles.
Her joints.
Shouto is begging her to stop and let him go. She will not.
Her palm now.
Pain
Skin and blood and bone and...
And oxygen, hydrogen, potassium
Pain
Sodium, calcium, iron, copper
Carbon, nitrogen, phosphorus, sulfur
Pain
Chlorine, Iodine, fluorine, manganese
And blood cells, and tissues
The muscular systems and nerves
The human body
When broken down
are all things
I can create.
I am Creati.
5 mins
All around them people screamed and people died.
10 mins and half her hand was gone.
15 mins and the other heroes the ones that had been held back found them.
"Don't touch her, she can't lose focus." Shouto says sharply to someone that approaches.
The quirk takes from her and she rebuilds.
Takes from her and she rebuilds.
Takes from her and she rebuilds.
Takes, rebuilds, takes, rebuilds, takes, rebuilds.
After almost a half hour it stops taking. She feels like she's made a dozen cannons.
Shouto stomach is still unnaturally large and swollen, but it gets no bigger.
She has two perfect unblemished hands.
So that's what a quirk awakening is?
"Creati? Momo? Are you alright."
She's so very tired, but she manages to smile at him before she faints.
Of course he catches her.
That's what friends are for aren't they? To catch you when you fall.
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It's the scene of a massacre. Blood covered bodies still twitching lay mere feet away from them. Shouto would be among them if not for her.
Momo is slumped against him breathing deeply. She is almost bone thin. Her face more angler, her wrists fragile looking, even her stomach is sunken in.
It's easier to focus on her. She will be alright. Her finger bones are prominent, but they are also there and whole. She would have given up her hand for him. Her arm. No one else had been able to stand the pain that long, but she would have and likely used her other arm and then gotten the rest of his ridiculous former classmate to donate body parts until someone had managed to haul the long since retired Aizawa out here because Shouto had never met more stubborn people in his life.
He was grateful for his friends. They made him understand what family was supposed to be. By now he didn't need to insist that the two of them would share a recovery room once they had been examined at the hospital. So many of his friends had gotten in trouble for immediately moving to someone else's room in various stats of injury that he was pretty sure his class had be solely responsible for the new policy.
He leaned back into the stretcher and focused on his breathing. Izuku may not manage to get to the hospital in time for visiting hours so he may be the first to break in. Of course Momo was quite close with Jiro who was quite close to the other members of the 'Bakusquad' so they might arrive first and refuse to leave. At least being injured almost guaranteed Bakugou's cooking.
For the first time he focused on his stomach. It was...large and round. His clothes had ripped so he could see the skin which was covered in violently red stretch marks. His belly button looked disgusting and now that he wasn't ignoring it he really needed to pee. Of course the real question was this severe enough an injury to get Bakugou to make his cold soba?
He poked his stomach to the distress of the EMTs. Something in his stomach moved and he was imedicantly hit with the urge to throw up. His hand was grabbed when he went to poke it again and he was told very firmly to lay still until they could get to the hospital. Fine. He would just lay here and feel something moving under his skin while being too nauseous to enjoy thoughts of get well food.
At the hospital they rushed to get him an ultrasound and several people were talking about getting him prepped for surgery. Then all conversation abruptly stopped.
He frowned and sat up. The gel on his stomach was cold and unpleasant.
The screen looked vaguely like something he had seen in a movie before. The image was not unlike the blob the recipient at his father's agency had proudly showed off. Trying to tell him that one bit of blob was a foot when it was all just a mass of indescribable grey.
"Con...Congratulations...?" Said a doctor uncertainly. Do they usually congratulate you for tumors?
"Ah...it's a boy." The man looked helplessly at a nurse who looked helplessly at another doctor who said,"So no surgery?".
For a brief moment Shouto considered a world where tumors had genders. There was a lot of strange things that existed that Shouto was often unaware of and medicine was not his field so he felt he could be forgiven for his great confusion on the situation.
"Maybe a C section? Does ...um...I mean do we have an estistime on how developed it is?" The first doctor was asked.
"Almost fully formed. I would assume I was looking at a baby due in a matter of weeks." He fiddled with something on the screen.
Oh. It's a baby. He poked his stomach harshly and the image on the screen moved in response. The doctors say something in response to that.
An interesting thing is happening where he has lost all ability to comprehend anything the doctors are saying. It sounded a bit like he was underwater. Water. Fish. Shouto had never so much as taken care of a goldfish before.
This seemed like a huge failure in his education all of a sudden. Why had he never had a pet? How was he supposed to learn the responsibilities of keeping a living thing alive? This was his father's fault. If he had been a better father he would have gotten Shouto a fish. It seemed important to let everyone know that Shouto could not be in any way trusted to keep the blob on the screen alive.
"I've never had a fish." The doctors go silence again, but now it feels a little awkward. He puts in effort to focus on the doctor's face. They look like they do not understand the importance of Shouto's lack of fish. He's friends would understand. He wanted them. Momo was closest.
"I want to be taken to the recovery room now. I need to think." That at least got everyone moving in a more productive manner.
His bed was not close enough to Momo's bed. He could not reach her from here. Luckily his nurses were competent and more then willing to move the bed as long as Shouto was willing to stay in it. Good on them. He wondered if it was Izuku or Bakugou that had trained them to be so accommodating if they didn't want to care for fresh injuries on their patients.
He was told he was not to disturb Yaoyorozu as she was sleeping and then he was left alone to rest as well.
"Momo. Momo. Momo. Momo." He shook her gently.
"Momo. Momo. Momo." One eye cracked up, she frowned, then forced both of her eyes open to glare at the lights.
"Shouto-kun what's wrong? Are you alright." She flopped an arm in his direction. Looking for skin contact most likely to keep him alive if needed. The hand landed on his face covering most of his nose. He didn't mind.
"It's a baby and I've never taken care of a goldfish before."
"What?" He moves her hand from his face and puts in on his stomach.
"Oh." She caught on much faster then the doctors of course she would. She was also calm and intelligent and would have a much better idea of what to do about everything then he would. Her eyes became very large and she said in voice with far too much panic.
"I've never had a goldfish either."
Well shit.