Again.
Again.
Again…
Izuku Midoriya ran from the bullies led by his former best friend and big brother, Katsuki Bakugou. His heartbeat quickened as he heard Kacchan's laughter echo maliciously through the street. Whimpering, he managed to find his apartment, quickly taking out his keys so he can unlock the door.
He immediately ran in, locking the door. He leaned against it, placing a hand to his chest to help soothe his heart.
Why?
Why, Kacchan?
Midoriya knew the risks of telling Kacchan the truth about being quirkless, but he couldn't lie to him. Kacchan hated lying and he didn't want to hurt him unnecessarily. It hurt to know that Kacchan had no problem doing that to him.
He sniffled and walked to the little shrine in the corner of the living room. He sat down in front of it, looking at the picture inside. An American man with brown, unruly hair and green eyes smiled at the camera, holding a two-year-old Izuku tenderly. He sighed shakily, reaching out towards the photo. He traced the man's face and whispered, "I wish you were here, Dad."
Five months ago, Izuku and Inko had received news that his father had died in an accident at his job. They were both devastated…especially his mother. Speaking of, the door opened, causing him to turn around.
"Izuku-oh…" His mother looked at him with sad, knowing eyes. Izuku's filled with tears. "I miss him, Mama…"
Inko ran forward, wrapping her arms around him comfortingly. "I miss him too, sweetie." They remained quiet in their shared grief before she let out a weary sigh.
"Izuku…there is something about your father that you don't know…" Izuku looked up at her in confusion-where did that thought come from? She stood up, holding out her hand. "Something came in from your father's will this morning. It's addressed to you along with a letter. Please read it, sweetie."
Izuku walked to his room, not knowing that his life was about to change forever.
…
Izuku went into his bedroom, sure enough seeing a letter that had his name on it and a package. He sighed and went to open the letter. He read it, eyes widening in astonishment as he read.
"Izuku, my dear son,
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I'm sorry I left you and your mother alone, but I wanted to find help for you to continue your dreams. You have been diagnosed as quirkless and while I know that it's not a disability, liability, or any of the discrimination people in our society…I can't help but feel it's my fault.
You see, like you, I was born quirkless."
Izuku widened his eyes in astonishment. That couldn't be true. He saw his father's quirk-he breathed fire all the time.
"I didn't have a quirk, but I had something even more powerful. I was born with magic…magic that you also have as my blood. We are beings known as wizards, Izuku. But while many of our kin use magic for fighting, I wanted to do something different. That's where the package that had been delivered to you comes in."
Izuku put down the letter and opened the package. Inside it was a regular suitcase. He swallowed and picked up the letter again.
"This suitcase comes from your many times great-grandfather, Newton Scamander. He used his magic to save and protect magical creatures. These creatures are still alive in the suitcase through your grandfather's magic. I will leave you more information about these creatures and how to harness your own magic inside. Know that I love you and your mother with my whole heart, and I am so very proud of you.
From your father,
Hisashi Midoriya."
…
Izuku hugged the letter, then carefully folded it and placed it on his desk. He opened the suitcase, fully expecting to see stacks of folders and books. Instead, he jumped as a ladder began falling from the inside of the suitcase and falling through…open space?
"What the?!" Izuku looked down through the hole in the suitcase, not believing what he was seeing. He cautiously held out his arm and touched the open space, gasping when it wasn't a hallucination.
…Do it!
He turned around and grabbed onto the rails of the ladder and stepped through the suitcase.