Twins Of Creation

Prologue

Hello! Welcome to the newest story, and I hope you enjoy it! However, before we get too ahead of ourselves, let me explain.

This story, will NOT be an IzuMomo. This is a story, where Izuku is a Yaoyorozu, and he has a quirk, similar to Wolfram's. Slightly powered down, but, still similar.

Secondly, this is amongst one of the rarest ships, besides cheerfulreaper's Izuku x Burnin' story.

Thirdly, this story will contain notes and mentions of self-harm and suicide, among other things. Read at your own risk.

Finally, I'd like to thank Cipher_301 for this ship.

So, without further ado, I welcome you.

Prologue...Start!

Grey clouds covered the blue sky, disappointing a viewer from his bedroom window.

Cold rain soaked the evening, making it even more dreary for the black-haired teenager

He sighed, his eyes drooping as he looked out his window, his bedroom spanning out behind him.

Moving away from the depressing scene, he slumped into his desk, putting his arms down as his head hit them.

'Why do I have to take over the company?! Momo is a perfect candidate! I just want to be a hero. Not some heir to a stupid fucking company.'

The young teenager sighed, rubbing his head, and rolling the chair to his bed, where he laid down, looking at the tall ceiling before him.

"Honestly. I just want to become a hero. Not an heir. I want to save people, not rob people of their money."

He kept looking up, eyes unusually tired for his age, being he was 13.

His hands slapped his face, trying to wake up his facial muscles, preparing to fake another smile, just to get through the interaction with his parents.

'At least Momo is doing okay-'

The soft sounds of rain were background noise as the wall beside his bed began to reverberate with sounds of a heaving chest and quiet sobs.

The young man quickly got up, his feet hitting the floor with a thud as he briskly walked over to his sister's room.

"Hey, Mo are you okay-"

There he spotted it.

The bloodstains on her black carpet.

The tears on her pale face.

The gleaming razor blade.

His body shuddered, as he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her.

"It's okay...I'm here. Nothing bad will happen. I'm here, Mo."

The warmth he exuded made her stop her shaking, her head hitting his shoulder, a wet spot quickly forming on his shirt.

He hugged tighter as she kept crying, he felt blood pool on his legs and cringed.

'STUPID STUPID STUPID! I'M A FUCKING IDIOT! MO WAS OVER HERE HURTING HERSELF AND I WAS COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS! FUCK! NO! CALM down... No... no-no-no. you won't let this happen, will you? No. just deep breaths, hug her tighter.'

His arms squeezed tighter, and she finally started to calm down, her cuts finally scabbed over.

"It's okay Mo. I'm here... I just need to know what's wrong... can you tell me what's wrong?" He asked, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and gently wiping her tears away.