THE FEARED HERO
CHAPTER ONE
Chapter 1: Beginnings
In the heart of Musutafu, the city thrummed with life—a vibrant tapestry of heroes and citizens drawn together by the promise of Quirks and the allure of heroism. But for me, Izuku Midoriya, the air felt thick with suffocating expectations. I was the anomaly, the Quirkless child, the black sheep of the family, desperately longing for the extraordinary powers that seemed to define everyone else.
Growing up, my mother, Inko, the bitch that she was, filled our home with stories of All Might, the Symbol of Peace. His feats of heroism inspired me and little sister, Izumi, igniting our dreams of saving others and basking in admiration. Yet, as my classmates discovered their Quirks, I felt like a ghost, a whisper among the roar of extraordinary abilities.
I remember the day she, Izumi that is, first showcased her Quirk. Our parents beamed with pride, their eyes shimmering with admiration as she demonstrated her ability to manipulate plants. Vines twisted and danced around her, responding to her every command. The joy radiating from her felt like daggers to my heart, each cheer for her brilliance a further reminder of my failure.
"Look, Izuku! Isn't she amazing?" my mother exclaimed, her voice filled with a warmth I craved. I stood there, a ghost, lost in a family that seemed to celebrate her while ignoring my very existence.
As the days turned into months, I found myself retreating deeper into my notebooks. I filled them with sketches of heroes, dreams of greatness, and my relentless desire to belong. I wanted to save people, to be a beacon of hope, but instead, I felt like a black sheep in my own family, unwanted and invisible.
Izumi thrived, her popularity soaring as she showcased her Quirk to friends and family alike. They adored her, treating her like a prodigy while I languished in the shadows. The stark contrast between our paths was painful. My parents' favoritism cut deep, their pride in her accomplishments leaving me feeling like a mere footnote in our family's story.
"Why can't you be more like your sister?" my mother would say, her disappointment palpable. I could only nod, the words weighing heavily on my heart. The taunts from Izumi became sharper, her teasing a reminder of my supposed failures. "Maybe if you had a Quirk, you'd be interesting too!" she'd mock, laughter echoing in my ears as I forced a smile.
The jealousy simmered beneath the surface, turning to resentment as I watched her bask in the affection that was so easily bestowed upon her. I started to see my family through a darker lens. They were blind to my struggles, oblivious to the pain they inflicted. Each moment of joy I witnessed in them felt like a betrayal.
Then, on my twelfth birthday, everything changed. I stood by, powerless, as bullies tormented a smaller child. An unexpected surge of desperation ignited something within me. I didn't know what it was but I felt power erupting from my body, and in an instant, I soared into the air, radiant and unstoppable, pummeling the bullies to bloody pulps. Sure I got in trouble but that was not what had mattered to me. I had discovered my Quirk, or quirks you could say. Abilities that granted me powers akin to those of the world's mightiest heroes.
I felt powerful
The cheers erupted around me, but they felt distant. The attention shifted, but it wasn't enough to extinguish the resentment I had for my sister. I had become a hero in the eyes of my peers, but at home, I was still the boy who had lived in her shadow.
With my newfound powers, the world transformed. My quirks, which I generalized into the name, Radiance allowed me to perform extraordinary feats, granting me flight, super strength and invulnerability, and even laser vision. I reveled in my abilities, the attention they garnered intoxicating. No longer was I "Deku"; I was now the prodigy, the hero everyone wanted to know. My classmates' envy and admiration fed my ego, further cementing my belief in my superiority.
Yet, beneath the surface of my newfound glory lay a growing darkness. I began to crave more than mere admiration; I sought reverence and control. My peers were not just friends—they were tools to elevate my status. The weaker they appeared, the stronger I felt.
As I honed my abilities, I quickly became the shining star of not only the school, but of the neighborhood. My Quirk was unmatched, and the world adored me. I was praised, cheered, and celebrated. But the moment I stepped back into my home, the echoes of my sister's laughter and my parents' favoritism haunted me.
"Look at you, Izumi! You're so talented!" my mother would say, her voice dripping with admiration that just made me angry. And I would stand there, feeling like a stranger in my own home, drowning in the shadows of their expectations.
None of that anymore.
My parents celebrated my achievements, but their love always seemed to have a caveat—a need for me to be even more extraordinary than my sister. It became a twisted game, and I played it, pushing my powers to their limits, but the more I excelled, the more I felt like an outsider.
As I embraced my power, the darkness within me began to surface. I started to view the world through a distorted lens. I craved reverence, control, and the adoration of the masses. My classmates, my friends—they became pawns in my game. Their struggles fed my ego, and I relished their failures.
I began to push Izumi away, both physically and emotionally. I loathed her for the attention she received, the affection that should have been mine. The jealousy morphed into hatred, an all-consuming fire that threatened to engulf me. She became a constant reminder of what I could never be—the perfect child, the golden prodigy.
One evening, I found myself on the rooftop of our home, the city sprawling beneath me like a playground. I stared into the distance, my heart racing with a mixture of power and resentment. The world saw me as a future hero, but deep down, I felt like an imposter. I was their shining beacon, but my family was still the anchor holding me down.
As I watched the sunset, my thoughts turned dark. I could use my powers to prove my superiority, to make them see me for who I truly was. A surge of energy coursed through me. I reveled in the spectacle, the awe in the eyes of the citizens below.
But then, a voice broke through my reverie. "Izuku! Come inside! Mom and Dad want to celebrate!" It was Izumi, her voice cheerful and oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside me.
Celebrate? Oh yeah, I had just gotten admitted into UA.
I turned, a bitter smile creeping onto my face. "Why would I want to celebrate with you?" I snapped, the words escaping before I could stop them.
Izumi's expression shifted, confusion mingling with hurt. "I just thought…" she began, but I cut her off.
"You thought what? That I'd want you to be happy for me? That I'd want to bask in your praise? Please!" The words poured out like venom, fueled by years of suppressed jealousy and resentment.
Izumi recoiled, her eyes wide. "Izuku, I didn't mean—"
"Of course you didn't!" I interrupted, the darkness within me surging. "You never do! You don't understand what it's like to be the one left behind. You don't know what it feels like to be the abomination in our family!"
The silence that followed was deafening. For a moment, I saw the fear in her eyes, the realization that I had become something monstrous. My heart raced with the thrill of my power, but beneath it lay a deep ache of loneliness.
"Is this how you really feel?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I met her gaze, feeling the weight of my own words crash down on me. The truth was ugly and raw, and I didn't know how to take it back. "You wouldn't understand," I said coldly, turning my back on her.
As I walked away, I felt a flicker of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the satisfaction of asserting my dominance. I had pushed her away, asserted my power, and in that moment, I reveled in it. I had become the hero of my own story, but at what cost?
In the days that followed, I immersed myself in my training, pushing my Quirk to its limits. I wanted to prove to everyone, especially my family, that I was worthy of their admiration. But the more I excelled, the more isolated I felt.
Izumi's laughter echoed in my mind, taunting me as I trained. I could hear her friends cheering for her, while I stood alone, swallowed by my ambition. My family's favor had always eluded me, and now it felt permanently out of reach.
Despite my growing fame, I still felt like an outsider. The glances from my parents turned to pity, as if they couldn't comprehend the darkness that had seeped into my heart. "You're doing so well, Izuku," they would say, but the words felt empty, devoid of genuine warmth.
I was their star, but I was also their burden. I had become what I had always wanted to be—a hero—but I was a hero who lived in shadows, struggling with the consequences of my own power.
As I excelled at U.A. High School, the pressure to maintain my image intensified. I reveled in the awe of the public, adored by fans and lauded as a beacon of hope. But I also began to see my classmates and the Quirkless as beneath me. They were inferior beings, unworthy of the gifts I had been given. Quirkless individuals? Abominations in a world designed for the extraordinary.
My ascent continued at U.A., where the competition was fierce. I was surrounded by prodigies, yet I felt invincible. During the entrance exam, as I faced off against robotic foes, I harnessed my Quirk with unparalleled precision. The crowd cheered, their excitement feeding my insatiable hunger for validation. I soared through the air, blinding enemies with dazzling displays of light, leaving no doubt that I was destined for greatness.
Yet, as my power and fame surged, so did my disdain for those around me. My classmates transformed from allies into obstacles. Their struggles ignited a sense of superiority within me. I began to manipulate them, pushing them to their limits, finding satisfaction in their failures. I was their hero, but I was also their judge.
During a training exercise, my darker tendencies culminated in a moment that left a lasting impression. I pushed my Quirk to its limits, showing just what I could do. The thrill of destruction coursed through me, but as the dust settled, I noticed the fear in my classmates' eyes. For the first time, their admiration faltered, replaced by uncertainty.
Confronted with my actions, I found myself retreating to my dorm, the weight of my choices settling in. Memories of my childhood resurfaced, reminding me of my initial desire to protect and inspire. But now, I wasn't just a protector; I was a conqueror. My dreams of heroism had twisted into something far more potent.
In the following weeks, I fully embraced my power. I orchestrated challenges for my classmates, pushing them into perilous situations to test their limits. I reveled in their struggles, feeding off their fear and pain. The thrill of my superiority became a drug, intoxicating and addictive.
The admiration from the public swelled, and I was lauded as a hero. But it only reinforced my belief that I was above them all. I began to see myself not just as a hero, but as a ruler—a god among mortals. The idea that anyone without a Quirk was an abomination only solidified my worldview.
On nights when the moon hung high in the sky, I often found myself on that familiar rooftop, surveying the city below. The thrill of my power surged within me, a constant reminder of my dominance. Musutafu lay sprawling beneath me, a playground for my ambitions, and I intended to control every aspect of it.
The turning point came during a public hero demonstration. With the arena packed and the eyes of the world on me, I decided to showcase the full extent of my abilities. The crowd roared in excitement as I took to the skies, a living beacon of light. I unleashed a series of attacks, decimating simulated villains in a display of pure power that not even the great All Might had achieved The cheers echoed around me, but I could feel the undercurrent of fear that accompanied my every move.
As I descended, I reveled in the chaos I had created. I was not just a hero; I was a force of nature. The realization settled in—I had crossed a line, but it didn't matter. The thrill of my power drowned out any thoughts of remorse. I was untouchable, revered, and above all—superior.
I had become a reflection of everything I once admired and feared. My journey was one of absolute power, devoid of redemption or compassion. I was the Homelander in this world now, a perfect being surrounded by flawed, inferior mortals, ants. The legacy of Izuku Midoriya faded into obscurity, replaced by a singular truth: I was not just a hero; I was a ruler, and I would stop at nothing to maintain my grip on this world.
As I soared through the skies of Musutafu, I knew that my reign would be unchallenged. The city, with all its adoring fans and Quirkless abominations, lay beneath me, waiting for my command. I embraced the darkness, savoring the control I wielded, determined to ensure that everyone recognized me for what I truly was—a god among men.
That's it for this chapter. This is just a prelude chapter or just Izuku reminiscing about his past and the decisions he made to reach to where he is now. The main storyline starts next chapter. This story will be both in Fanfiction and Wattpad. As for my other stories.
One's Justice will be back by the end of November. Saiyan Embrace, my Naruto DBS crossover would have been out by now but my laptop is currently unavailable and it has all ten available chapters so you'll have to wait. And the Fairy Tail story is still under works.
Anyway, till then, Read and Review.
Peace.