3rd POV
Aldera Junior High, one of the many middle schools that appeared in Musutafu, Japan. At 3 PM, the school lay deserted; the lingering smell of chalk dust hung in the air, and a heavy silence replaced the usual classroom buzz. A few students, their backpacks slung over their shoulders, chatted in small groups outside the school, a stark contrast to the deserted school building. With a sigh of relief, teachers gathered their grading papers and left for home, leaving behind echoing hallways, while students streamed out, chattering excitedly about their plans for the afternoon.
The scene focused on a green-haired boy, his unruly, vibrant green locks obscuring his eyes, casting a shadow over his face. The boy looked down at the murky pond near the school; water lilies floated serenely while ducks quacked noisily as they pecked at a soggy notebook. A sad sigh escaped his lips as he made a slow, weary gesture, the birds taking flight with a rush of wings and a chorus of chirps that seemed to mirror his sorrow.
"This isn't food, you know..." he said, his voice tight, taking the worn notebook. Faded ink covered the front page.
Hero Analysis For the Future No. 13
Soaked, the book's ink bled and wrinkled across the pages, smearing the words into illegible blotches. Though damaged by what looked like an explosion, leaving scorch marks on the cover, back, and some pages, the notebook remained somewhat usable.
Drying the book as best he could, the green-haired boy tucked it into his bright yellow backpack, the scent of damp earth and leaves filling his nose as he observed his reflection in the quiet pond. Even though he felt sour, a smile stretched his lips, growing wider as his hopeful gaze met his own emerald eyes, shining with an inner light.
Izuku Midoriya POV
I can't believe what he was thinking! Saying that I should off myself to have a quirk in my next life? Don't be so casual about telling someone to kill themselves!
I shook my head, his spiteful words echoing uselessly in my ears. I shouldn't be influenced by him, but this time it felt different... For years now he has tormented me, for my lack of a quirk. But today, those words he said weren't something someone should wish, however hate they have for that person.
I saw my reflection in the pond, tried to smile and fix my hair, but it stayed messy and wild no matter what I did. Deciding that it was late enough as it was. After strapping my backpack on my shoulder, I felt a sense of relief knowing the day was ending.
On my walk home, the streets were deserted except for the occasional person disappearing into a shop. The only sounds were the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of a car. There was no crime to be seen around, which could be good or bad, but right now I didn't pay it any mind. I had a terrible fifteenth birthday today; nothing went right, and it was far from the celebration I had wanted.
In a low mutter, more to myself than anyone else, I reflected on the utterly abnormal events of the day, my pace slow as I walked, fingers gripping the strap of my backpack while my eyes darted nervously at the ground.
I started dreaming about this girl. Everything around her seemed blurry and out of focus. It felt weird but oddly real to be a dream..." The memory of her, however, made me loosen my grip on the straps, feeling a slow exhale of my breath with a soothing sensation washing over me.
Even amidst the current circumstances, a small smile appeared on my face while I contemplated the strange occurrence, quietly asking myself, "What was that just now...?" Feeling a little better, I looked ahead seeing what was happening ahead of me but it wasn't anything peculiar.
Just as I was approaching the turn onto the street where my house was situated, a loud and booming noise suddenly filled the air. The instant the sound reached my ears, my entire body froze, a violent shudder rippling along my spine from the base to the crown of my head. A smoky haze filled the air, rising into the sky from what appeared to be an incident several streets away.
"A villain attack?" Doubts flooded my mind, yet I froze, transfixed by the lingering impact of Kacchan's words reverberating within my thoughts. My feet stuck on the ground as a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. My eyebrows furrowed, a knot of uncertainty tightening in my chest as hesitation filled my thoughts.
Should I go there? But then what would I do? Heroes will be there to save the day. Heroes... people with power to save civilians in danger. But I don't have any. Still, maybe a quick look wouldn't hurt.
Uncertainty clouded my thoughts, yet my feet moved involuntarily toward the rising smoke, its scent a mixture of wood-smoke and something else, something unsettling, pulling me closer. A growing sense of uncertainty preoccupied my mind, a doubt that expanded with every internal argument I had with myself, each attempt to convince myself.
This time, the explosion was incredibly close, its booming sound and intense pressure wave ripping through the air, yanking my attention from my thoughts. Another flinch wracked my body as I looked around, the scene before me a cacophony of shouting and sirens. I was blocked from seeing what was ahead by a sea of faces, a cacophony of voices washing over me. With gentle but insistent pushes, I tried to inch my way forward.
"Ah, s-sorry!" Slipping through the crowd, the sound of fire roaring and hissing filled the air with the civilians that were in front of the crowd coughing from the dense smoke thickening in the air.
"My quirk is completely useless in this situation!" As I strained to see past the many people in front of me, the hero from that morning's encounter, Kamui Woods, let out a shout, his gaze directed forward.
"This fire is uncontrollable; I can't save this boy, it's spreading like wildfire!" said Back Draft as his hands, which were water hoses, kept the fire at bay from the crowd of civilians.
They all seem to be overwhelmed...
Continuing watching, I reached back to get my notebook, but I stopped back in my tracks. Amid the chaos, my gaze became fixated on the sludge villain; a gradual widening of my eyes and parting of my lips signaled my shock and surprise. My vision narrowed, and the surrounding sounds faded as time slowed, focusing on the single point in front of me.
Bulging from the villain's head was a tuft of spiky, ash-colored hair, and a pair of ruby eyes shone with desperation. At that moment, time stopped for a second as I made eye contact with what could only seem to be...
"Kacchan...?"
That sludge villain, he was clearly suffocating him and from the looks of it, it wouldn't take long before the inevitable happens. My gaze swept across the scene, and the heroes' inaction was palpable; their expressions mirrored their inability to intervene. Even Death Arms couldn't even faze the sludge.
Kacchan, no, a kid just like me would die and no one is to be to blame for it, it's just terrible circumstances with the wrong heroes being there... if All Might was here...
"Dammit!" Feeling completely useless and incapable of helping, I mumbled disconsolately to myself, my words barely audible. My hands curl into tight fists, knuckles stark white as the muscles bunch and strain. "Born without a Quirk, powerless and insignificant. What could I possibly do in this dire situation?" The weight of my uselessness pressed down on me.
But as I looked again at Kacchan's position, I saw him staring directly at me, his face contorted in a silent scream for help, his usually brash features softened by fear and desperation. I don't know if he saw me, but one thing is for sure.
The thought of letting him die while I'm here to help was unbearable; I couldn't let it happen. Even if it's someone like him.
With that, my legs move on their own. I had no plan in mind to save him nor did I know anything about that sludge. I ran toward the danger, the crackle and roar of the fire deafening, smoke stinging my eyes, but I didn't stop. Sweat streamed down my face, blurring my vision as the air grew heavy with unbearable heat.
"Think fast, think fast!! What can I do here?!" My voice cracks with panic as I wildly scan my surroundings; the intense heat weighs on me, stealing my focus.
Atop the glistening, foul-smelling sludge sat two solid globes—the villain's eyes—the only firm parts of its gelatinous body. The weakness was apparent; I didn't hesitate, instantly ripping off my backpack and tossing it into the thick, viscous slime.
"Distraction! All I need is a distraction!!" I shouted as my bag was opened from earlier when I wanted to take my notebook. The backpack burst open, scattering school supplies everywhere, as the pointy corner of his hero notebook jabbed into his eyes. This small window made the villain loosen his grip on Kacchan.
Slimy, green tendrils lashed out from the sludge villains, but I rolled away just in time, narrowly avoiding their foul grasp. I saw Kacchan gasping for air, his breath coming in ragged, heavy bursts; the air hung heavy with the scent of exertion. But the temporary reprieve wasn't enough... I could already feel the slime's tendrils reaching, its chilling touch promising a return, and this time... I felt utterly helpless.
I had no time to think. Heart pounding, I scrambled to the center, my fingers digging into the slimy mass, trying to wrench him free from the villain. But it just kept slipping. It was a liquid body. There was no way I could affect it in any way!
"What are you doing you stupid nerd!!" The harsh rasp of Kacchan's coughs punctuated his angry shouts; his voice cracking with the effort of breathing.
"I...I just move on my own!! I don't know why, but seeing you like this... you were begging for help" I whispered, my smile trembling as a cold dread settled in my stomach, the image of not being able to save him a stark reality. My heart hammered against my ribs, a suffocating dread tightening its grip as I desperately tried to scrape the thick, slimy sludge from him, each futile swipe coating my hands in its disgusting residue.
I can't give up now! Death could come at any moment—what was I thinking?! Come on, heroes don't quit! There has to be a way, anything.
Unbeknownst to me, a warm glow began emanating from my right hand, intensifying until a powerful gust of wind erupted, catching me by surprise. I was thrown off balance by an immense force that sent me flying back several feet. The air rushed out of my lungs with the impact.
The concrete was burning hot, and as I hit the ground, a grunt of pain escaped my lips. It hurt but I could tolerate it. Staring ahead, I could see Kacchan, now free from the sludge, a furious explosion crackling in his palm, poised to leap over the remaining sludge. Sweat trickled down my face as the heat intensified, causing dizziness; I managed to glance down at my palms before I stumbled.
on my right hand etched a symbol reseembling a breeze. it had awarm glow on my palm. it was comforting in a way washing the worry over me.
The strange symbol felt strangely warm in my right hand, its surface pulsing faintly. A strange voice whispered in my head, a chilling sound that preceded my sudden collapse. It sounded feminine and cheerful, but it didn't sound human for some reason.
"At last I found you~"
And then darkness was all I saw as I lost consciousness amidst the battle and chaos. I couldn't take anymore of this as my eyes closed, my body giving up to the heat.
3rd POV
"I really can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I, nya~"
A woman sat on the edge of the building's roof, her legs dangling, the wind ruffling her hair as she watched the scene unfold below. Her slitted irises, narrowed with intensity, were locked on Izuku's unconscious form; the ash blonde boy coughed, his gaze lingering on Izuku with barely concealed hostility.
"Of course, no one went to save him... typical of humans." Her tone spoke volume of her opinion, her lack of fondness for the people below except for the young boy who was unconscious.
Despite her worries about the boy, a mischievous glint in her eyes accompanied the familiar smile tugging at her lips. A powerful push sent her soaring from the roof; she landed with a light thud, muscles coiled, ready to move.
As she walked toward the crowd, a hush fell over the murmuring crowd; heads turned, and she felt the weight of many eyes on her, and it was easy to see why. Her attire differed completely from everyone standing out from them. Her long, black hair flowed behind her with each stride, the bangs softly bobbing and framing her face. Black cat ears twitched atop her head, the whispers and catcalls a tangible buzz against her skin.
But she didn't let that get to her, not in the slightest. Her sleeveless kimono stood in place, as if defying gravity itself from how it was supposed to just fall to the ground, having no genuine support. Her three long cat tails swayed slowly back and forth, brushing against her legs as she approached the boy.
"Playing hero again, nya~. You just can't help yourself, running toward danger despite the circumstances..."
With a gentle hand, she checked him for injuries, finding only the telltale signs of overheating: his skin was hot and damp, his breathing slightly labored.
Her face still held the playful expression, yet her eyes, now narrowed with affection, focused on him as her soft fingers threaded through his unruly hair; a comfortable silence settled between them. The sludge villain's movements slowed, its dark, viscous form glistening in the dim light; it had regained its senses, but the hostages were nowhere to be seen. The villain launched a tendril, a thick, slimy whip of darkness, that would have pierced Izuku, but she stepped in its path.
But before the villain could react, the number one hero of Japan, a blur of motion, appeared among the crowd, a gasp rising from the onlookers. He was a total giant, a real standout. A chill ran down the villain's spine as he met the hero's steely blue gaze, a gaze that held the weight of countless battles. His sheer size, his very presence, screamed "top hero."
He moved with impossible speed; one moment he was far away, the next he was facing the tendril, which recoiled harmlessly from his touch. As he exclaimed, his two iconic strands of hair, stiff and upright like bunny ears, quivered slightly.
"I'm pathetic!" His voice was booming but low, with barely anyone hearing the man. A thunderous applause filled as everyone cheered, but next to Izuku, the woman's expression remained unreadable, a stark contrast to the joyous scene. Her eyes narrowed on the man, her attention on the bulked hero that protected her. While everyone cheered for him, her and the ash blonde teen stayed silent, each having a different expression.
The woman, her body a protective barrier around Izuku, breathed the name "All Might..." in a hushed, though not hostile, hiss. Exhaling a sharp breath, she stayed silent, her priority not shifting one bit as she turned her back on the hero.
Despite the crimson torrent from his mouth, All Might, the top hero, showed no visible wounds as he powered back into the fight, his fist drawn back. With a look that could cut glass, he stared at the villain, his eyes burning with righteous fury.
"I'll kill you All Might!!!The villain's voice boomed, a raw sound of fury, but the hero's gaze remained distant, his silence a sharp contrast to the villain's outburst.
"I'M THE ONE WHO IS SUPPOSED TO FIGHT! PROFESSIONALS ARE ALWAYS RISKING THEIR LIVES TO SAVE THE INNOCENTS!"
The villain's sludge body and its many tendrils lashed out at All Might in a desperate attempt to restrain him, but the hero's overwhelming might rendered the attack futile. The hero effortlessly gets out of it every time. All Might roared, a sound like thunder, as he drew back his fist, the wind whipping past it as he prepared to unleash a devastating blow against the sludge monster. The air crackled with anticipation.
"DETROIT..." His fist slammed down, creating a miniature vortex of wind that roared past his ears, carrying the sounds of the city. The sheer power of the blows sent a wave of dust and grit into the air, forcing those nearby to shield their eyes. The villain's body seems to quake by the wind, unstable and vibrating constantly as the villain's eyes widen, knowing his fate was sealed.
"SMASH!!!" The sludge villain was gone, his body a scattered, sickening mess, and the intense wind whipped around for a moment before dying down, leaving behind an eerie quiet and the lingering smell of ozone.
Then there was silence. Even on this busy street, a hush fell, and for a second, the cacophony of city noises seemed to fade, replaced by an almost palpable silence.
And then, the rain began to fall, each droplet a tiny percussion on the earth, escalating into a downpour. People looked up, startled, as raindrops began to fall on a perfectly sunny day, the sky impossibly clear moments before.
"It's... raining?" One man said.
"There was no cloud just a second ago..." a woman exclaimed in the crowd, her hands holding up feeling the water dripping in her palms.
"From one punch... he changed the weather." After that comment, everyone screamed in excitement, cheering the hero as All Might held his fist in the air as a sign of victory.
On that day, they all witness a man changing the weather from a single punch. This was the power of the symbol of peace. But as the man looked around, he saw that the person he wanted to talk to was now gone.
Izuku and the woman were nowhere to be seen...
"Deku..." the ash blonde teen sneered, the sound spitting from his lips like venom. He gazed at the empty space on the ground, the lingering impression of the boy's body still visible in the solid concrete. No one was paying attention, but he saw everything that had happened.
The yellow circle illuminating under the trail boy's body, this was no mere quirk, he could tell that much. And yet, right before his eyes, both he and the woman vanished, leaving only silence. In his hand was Izuku's backpack, his eyes frowning in a mix of annoyance and uncertainty.
"Stupid fucking nerd, I didn't need your damn help!He shouted, his face contorted with rage, teeth clenched tight. He cursed under his breath, a torrent of frustrated insults directed at Izuku as he gathered his scattered belongings, the anger making his hands clench.
He stubbornly held onto his backpack, repacked it, and disappeared, leaving behind a wisp of smoke that smells acrid and a faint crackling sound echoing where his palm had exploded. His gaze dropped to the ground, his trembling lips forming a barely audible click of his tongue.
Where the fuck did you go Deku?
A/N: That will do for the chapter. I hope you guys liked the chapter even if there wasn't much, but i did leave some clues for the future of it. If you have any question, don't hesitate to ask me here or on discord since I'll leave it at the end :)
I also have another project coming that I will work on it soon. So there will be two books for the moment that I will alternate between them. For those wondering, you can call me Shota. It's what everyone calls me, anyway.
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