So sorry for the long wait, went on an unexpected hiatus because of finals. This is my first MHA story, hope you like it!
-Jelly
God speaking: "Midoriya"
Angel speaking: "Midoriya"
Thoughts: 'Midoriya'
TIME: DAY OF IZUKU'S BIRTH
LOCATION: HEAVEN
"What do you have to report on Mrs. Midoriya?" A booming yet soft, quiet yet loud, firm yet soothing voice spoke out. There was a woman, kneeling in front of where the voice came from, head bowed. Comparing the woman to a regular human, not that there were many left, various differences could be seen. The first of which was her taller build. Her long, pale yellow hair stood out too. The biggest difference were a pair of pure white wings situated on the inner parts of her back in between her shoulder blades, the wings were large, but looked to be smaller because of the way they were folded in. The last of the differences was a halo that sat three inches above the woman's head. The gravity defying object seemed to face the direction of where the top of the head was pointed to. She was an angel.
"She has just given birth. The boy is healthy and Mrs. Midoriya was discharged not but two hours ago." the answer wasn't rehearsed or given thought to. Reason being that there was no need to, angels only said what needed to be said and nothing more unless they were asked to elaborate.
"Good, keep an eye on the boy. He has a bright future." The being that spoke was sitting on a throne of sorts. It looked to be made out of pure light and was radiating a calm but powerful aura. The man himself also looked to be made of light.
"Yes, my Lord, as you wish." Standing to her full height, she disappeared in burst of light and the man that sat on the throne was left alone.
"I wonder what kind of person you'll turn out to be, little Izuku." A smile could be seen on his face.
TIMESKIP: 4 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
LOCATION: SCHOOL PLAYGROUND
"Stop it Kacchan! Look, you made him cry!" A slightly trembling boy said. On the surface one could say that his look was plain. His dark green hair stuck up at odd angles, casting shadows on itself. His irises were lighter, but still a dark shade of green. Four freckles in diamond formation dotted each of his slightly chubby cheeks. Even though he had what seemed to be a green motif, his eyebrows were black. Eyes large and almost perfect circles, giving him an innocent appearance. His name was Izuku Midoriya
The boy dubbed as Kacchan by the greenette had ash blonde hair that looked like an explosion. Kacchan had ruby red eyes that looked like they could pierce the hardest metals with nothing but a glare. One of the said glares was aimed at a still slightly trembling Izuku.
Kacchan was only a nickname given to Katsuki Bakugo by Izuku. Little Bakugo had read the kanji in Izuku's name wrong, the result being 'Deku' or useless; Izuku, on the other hand, had trouble pronouncing 'Katsuki', so the nickname 'Kacchan' was made. The two boys had known each other since birth, and because their mothers were the best of friends growing up they thought that their kids would be the same way. That had been the case for a while, that is until Katsuki got his quirk and Izuku hadn't even shown signs of developing a quirk. Izuku's once best friend had turned bully.
The beating that Katsuki had given Izuku that day was more violent than normal... This attitude would spread to his classmates and the next ten years would be absolute torture for the supposed kind boy that everyone treated like less-than because of his lack of a quirk.
TIMESKIP: 10 YEARS LATER
LOCATION: ALDERA JUNIOR HIGH, IZUKU'S CLASS
The classroom was full of lively chatter. Everyone spoke amongst each other animatedly with the exception of two but for entirely different reasons. The noise quieted down considerably when the teacher walked in, holding a stack of papers. When the teacher had gotten to his podium, he'd waiting for a moment to see if the talking would die down on its own without him needing to do anything but that had never happened before so who was to say it would happen today of all days, with it being the first day of the last week of school.
"Alright! EVERYONE SHUT UP!" The volume at which the teacher spoke severely overshadowed the voices in the room and the class was soon quiet. The teacher let out a huff and began his routine. Close to the end of class, the teacher finally got to the oh-so-mysterious papers.
"Since you're all third years now, you have to start thinking seriously about your futures so I'll be handing out these career application forms... but I know you all want to be heroes." While saying his last sentence, the teacher had tossed the papers into the air making them scatter round the room.
The students immediately erupted with cheers, showing off their quirks in the process too. All quieted again when a familiar ash blonde spoke.
"Hey teach! Don't lump me in with these losers" A confident, definitely bordering on arrogant voice sounded out. The voice continued, "I'm the real deal! All these nobodies would be lucky to get into a busted D-lister as sidekicks! Their shitty quirks can't compare to mine!" This was all said while the owner of the voice, who was previously leaning back in his chair with his legs kicked up onto his desk, had jumped onto the desk. Indignation spread throughout the classroom and people began to call out because of the insult
"Ah, yes. You applied for UA didn't you?" The teacher said nonchalantly. The classroom had immediately quieted down after that tidbit of information. Izuku, who had been on Bakugo's class for 10 years straight, sank into his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible. He most likely knew what his teacher was going to say next. Right on cue, the teacher's eyebrows rose and said with more volume than necessary, "Midoriya, you applied for UA too." Bakugo froze in place on his desk and the rest of the class broke out into a chorus of laughter, most spitting out nasty remarks and jeers.
Bakugo's palm flew to Midoriya's desk and he let out an explosion. Luckily, Izuku was able to nab his hero journal before the now smoking palm reached his desk. Izuku had long gotten used to it and found it best to be quiet when Katsuki was talking, the beatings were less severe and the injuries were also easier to hide that way. Katsuki went on with reminding Izuku, who was dubbed Deku for almost more than ten years now, how he didn't have a quirk and he was worse than his classmates. Finally, the ash blonde threatened him and asked him in the sweetest voice that would make anyone who didn't know them think that Bakugo was going to confess.
Midorya sighed as he let his head drop to the newly soot covered desk, not worrying about how the residual smoke was still wafting off it.
The bell rang and it was the signal for Izuku's beginning of his end. He'd really pushed his luck hoping that the teacher wouldn't mention his choice of school and the day had gotten exponentially worse from there; the jeers were harsher, people made it a point to bump into him, some even shoving him out of the way while saying that the worthless don't need to be treated right.
With his bag packed, Izuku had tried to make his way out of the classroom as quietly as possible, but as established before, today wasn't his day. Someone had commented on how the worthless runt was trying to get away from his punishment. This, of course, prompted Bakugo and his two goons, Tsubasa and Aneki, to look directly at the door, where Izuku was; standing as still as a statue. The door was already open, and the events were slowly aligning.
Only a moment after did Bakugo's harsh voice come, "Where the fuck do you think you're going Deku?!" Without warning Izuku had sprinted out the door with his bullies only a few paces behind. Sadly, he'd only managed to get to the first floor before an explosion-boosted punch hit his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. Face impacting the tile flooring, his head shakily rose, a dribble of blood making its way down from his nose. The order barked out by Katsuki to take his bag was swiftly followed; the contents spilling out onto the floor. Looking blearily up at Bakugo, he read out the title on the notebook, face paling to an almost paper white.
"What the fuck is this? You're still stalking heroes, huh?!" Katsuki sneered down at Midoriya. The ash-blonde's next demand came and Izuku was pulled up from the floor
"You won't be needing this anymore" Katsuki said before slamming the notebook between his palms with an explosion. The now crisply burnt book was on the floor again. Izuku, standing on shaky legs, was thoroughly disturbed by his former childhood friend's words. He'd put a lot of work into his hero notebooks, having looked up videos on any heroes in his area and some even outside it. His train of thought was cut short when a hand that was lightly smoking held his right shoulder in a vice grip. The unfortunately familiar burn of Bakugo's quirk was now making itself known on his shoulder.
The next statement uttered from Bakugo's mouth shook Midoriya to his very core and making him lose his will to fight back. "If I'm being honest, I do think there's a way for you to become a hero. Just take a swan dive off a roof and hope you're born with a quirk when you're reincarnated." With that the blonde took his hand off the greenette's shoulder, revealing skin marred with a burn mark in the shape of a hand, turning on his heel and left, his two lackeys in toe.
Izuku hesitantly looked down at his shoulder, 'that's definitely gonna scar'. The words said to him swam along with his thoughts, repeating like a broken record; 'take a swan dive off a roof'. He grit his teeth, 'Kacchan was right; no one would care if I died except mom'.
It didn't feel like a long time, but almost three hours had passed since school closed. Yet Izuku still sat on the fence on the roof of the school, absentmindedly kicking his legs. A cool breeze brought him back to reality and looked down from the four-story building. Despite being an average public school, Aldera was pretty sizable.
The drop was dizzying at first, but now it seemed almost serene. Izuku knew that the fall wouldn't kill him unless he dove head first, his chuckle was dry... humorless. Standing on the railings with wobbly legs; he didn't need to steel himself. He jumped, mimicking a perfect swan dive. He was in a free fall, the air rushing passed him, ruffling his forest green curls in the process. A single thought permeated through the noise of the wind blowing into his ears: 'I'm finally free'.
Izuku Midoriya's lifeless body splayed in a large pool of blood... At least that's what it looked like on the outside. Izuku had felt cold when his eyes glazed over and let out his last breath.
So imagine his surprise when he woke up in a very unfamiliar area, golden rays of light beaming in from all directions, assaulting his retinas. As his eyes adjust, he's able to make out a person, sitting on what looks like a throne, a golden halo, with spike-like protrusions coming from it in a compass formation. The man, which Izuku can make out clearly now, looks ethereal; his snow white robes with gold lining and accents hugged his well toned body, most of the fabric was held up by a circular disk, also gold in color, on his right shoulder, leaving his left down to his mid section bare.
Izuku blushed from the view, trying to avert his eyes. Then he heard it; an airy, light, yet also deep chuckle. Izuku was barely able to hold himself together. A firm hand placed itself on his previously burned shoulder. To Izuku's shock, his shoulder was healed and even his uniform looked as new as the day he first put it on. Befuddled, he lifted his head up to the definitely over six feet man, the curiosity in his eyes asking the question for him.
The older man warmly smiled down at Midoriya, fondness clear in his features. Then he spoke, "Hello Midoriya, it's good to finally meet you." As soon as the words had been uttered, Izuku froze. "Hold on, you know me?" The boy's confusion was made clear in his tone.
"That I do, young one. I hoped that it wouldn't have to come to suicide for us to meet though." A deafening silence soon followed.
"So I really did die. Does that mean this is the afterlife then?"
"Yes it is. I have a proposal, that is, if you still want to be a hero?" Another silence ensued. Izuku's head slowly craned upwards to finally meet the man's eyes; there were no traces or deceit or mistrust. Although Midoriya's gut told him this person wasn't one for lies. Taking a shuddering breath, he met the man's eyes once again and gave a shaky nod.
The gentle smile the man once had turned to a full blown grin. "Is that your final answer?"
Izuku thought for a moment. Yes, he had jumped off that roof to be finally rid of the pains, problems, and bullies that life had dealt him, but was that really the best way to go about it? His mom would cry her heart out if she'd found out what happened to him, if there was a way to go back and rewrite his mistake, he'd have to take that chance, even if things weren't the same as before.
This time, Izuku speaks, "Yes, I'll do anything to become a hero!". It may be barely audible to the supposed god in front of him, but the resolve makes the message loud as a shout.
SCENE CHANGE: MUSUTAFU, UNDERPASS
A grotesque sludge slips it's way out of a manhole cover beneath an underpass, before a pair of yellow eyes open and a mouth forms.
"Shit, shit, shit! I didn't know he was in town. His agency's supposed to be in Tokyo, the hell is he doing way out here?"
"Right you are!" The unmistakable voice of the No. 1 Hero, All Might, calls out. Before the slime villain has time to react a powerful gust of air splatters him into chunks and knocks him out too. The powerhouse of a human being sighs, pulling out two soda bottles, proceeding to pour the contents out into the still open manhole.
"It's going to take forever to wash off the smell of sewage"
SCENE CHANGE: ALDERA JUNIOR HIGH
The blood dried, the rest off the world unbothered by the supposed death of a boy far too young. That is until motes of light began to appear around the body, converging on it and covering it in a golden sheen. The blood stains fade away-the light dispersing to reveal a revived Izuku Midoriya. A golden halo sat inches above his head, streak of pale yellow in his curly green locks, and a pair of wings sitting comfortably between his shoulder blades; they'd most likely torn up the back of his uniform too. Izuku seemed to have also grown an inch or two, developing some muscles here and there too. 'I definitely have to increase my work out regiment if I wanna bulk up a bit more, I wasn't a beefcake before, but I sure as hell ain't gonna stay like this'.
Ezra, at least that's what the god wanted to be called, told him he would become an angel and a few other abilities; obviously one being flight, but he'd also explained that he, Izuku, would be granted light manipulation and most likely other forms. The powers he'd been given fascinated him greatly-his analytic mind wanting to dissect them at the most opportune time.
His gakuran still looked as worn as before and the hole made in it on his shoulder was still there as well as the scar. Which was interesting considering, both were right as rain back in heaven; although it made sense after a moment of thought. One thing that wasn't on his person though, was his neon yellow bag. He hadn't wanted to get blood on it, so he'd tossed it into some bushes a few feet away from what his landing point would've been. Vaguely registering that there weren't any traces of blood on the paved concrete, he let out a grunt and made his way over to the bushes his bag was supposedly in. Then it hit him, how was he supposed to wear it when he had wings now. Settling on just carrying it in his arms, he made the trek home, thinking on how he'd explain what happened to his mom.
Hello fellow readers, sorry for the long wait, I'll definitely stick to the schedule I've made and let me here what you think about this chapter and leave a review. Have a great day!
-Jelly