Untouchable Hope

Chapter One: My Name

YO! Author here! Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to the things I mentioned in the description. This was inspired by a shit ton of other Vigilante Izuku stories! Please give me feedback! (I know I need it) Enjoy! (BTW, this sort of an intro chapter.)

3rd Person POV:

A name. To many people, a name is a simple thing. It is a word your parents gave you at birth, or when they adopted you, or whatever your story is. It is a word people use when they want something from you or when they just want to talk. Sometimes you don't like your name. Maybe it's spelled weird or maybe you don't like the person who gave it to you, so you change it. Sometimes you have many names, like nicknames or a username on an online site. Either way, that first name sticks with you for your whole life. It's the one thing thats always there. Just a word you never forget. Floating right in the back of your mind. It's yours to carry, and yours alone. But it's still just a word. It might be your word, but in the end it's just at combination of letters put together to create a label. But sometimes, it's a lifeline, and you have to keep holding on so you don't fall. And that, creates a story. Everyone has their own story, no matter how dull or boring it might be. The name connects it all, one thing you can never leave behind. Just a word. An untouchable word. A name. 

But, to one boy, one broken boy, names were a curse. They were something he can never get rid of. They were strings that held him back, cutting into his skin, leaving burns and scars that could never fully heal. Every name he takes is a mask. 

Once upon a time he was called Izuku Midoryia. He still calls himself that in his head, but he doesn't know that boy anymore. It's just he can't seem to let go. Next came a nickname called Deku, that soon turned rotten. After he escaped the pit he was in, he took the name Hajime Furuike. To symbolize a new beginning. And then, the name he enjoyed most. The name that struck hope and fear into heroes and villains alike. The Phantom.

But that was after everything. After he was announced quirkless. That word one cost him everything. His father, you see, had been a successful pro hero in America, and his mother a sweet and loving housewife who wanted nothing more than a 'perfect' family. Izuku was their vision of a perfect Hero and child combined. He was a happy, sunshiny kid with a big dream to be like the greatest hero ever! All-Might! He had the determination and his mind being years ahead of his age, he definitely had the smarts. Despite the nagging presser to be perfect he was still bright and cheerful, always with his best friend, Kacchan. Everything was great. Until his fourth birthday rolled around. Izuku remembered holding an All-Might figurine tightly in his chubby 4-year-old hand, almost bouncing with excitement on the way to the quirk doctors's. And he remembers the looks on his parents faces when the man said he was quirkless. He recalled the drive home had been oddly quiet, save the grinding of Hisashi's teeth and Izuku's silent sobs. He told Kacchan later that day, only for the other boy to turn on him. It's not my fault. He wanted to scream.

 When his family got home Izuku expected his usual punishment when he did something wrong, just to be sent to his room for a couple hours as a timeout. His parents had other plans. They started with yelling. Useless, quirkless, not my son, little shit. Over and over again words like that pierced his mind as he cowered in a corner. When screaming got tiring they hit him. His father's punches packed with the muscles of a pro and his mother's slaps cracking like a whip. And then the fire. Hisashi used his quirk burning  Izuku's back little increments at a time. It hurt, it hurts. Izuku screamed, only to be thrown against wall. They left him lying there as Hisashi burned his All-Might merchandise. The smell of bubbling plastic had wafted through the air, clogging up little Deku's nose as Hisashi called someone of the telephone. Where are you All-Might? Where are the heroes? Shouldn't I be saved by now? He thought as someone picked him up, tossing him none to gently into to the back of a car. His thoughts had been whurrling, everything was happening so fast.   

Something int he back of his mind had seemed to say, "The hell is just beginning, Izuku, brace yourself."

 Izuku POV:

The Phantom sat perched on the edge of a building, jade eyes scanning the streets below. He adjusted his hood, tapping his gloved hand on his knee. Patrol was past it's end as the sun woke up, just barely gracing the sky. Izuku took a calming breath, standing up, closing his eyes and basking in the dim rays of light. His small smile faded as he sensed a presence behind him. Eraserhead. He sighed, he should really get home. With that thought he jumped, disappearing into nowhere. 

Shota Aizawa POV:

Shota was out way too late again. A back ally stabbing contest had kept him out late. Honesty, couldn't murders find something better to do at 3 am?  He leaped across roof tops, heading in the direction of his apartment, about ready to drop. Hizashi is probably freaking out. 

Shota's head snapped up, hearing a faint rustling sound to his right. He slowly turned, his capture weapon at the ready. He peered around a doorway that led into the building. A figure stood on the edge, their head tilted up to the sky. Something about them was familiar. The out -fit maybe-

Who the hell- A few gears in Shota's head clicked. Is that the Phantom?  Shota had only run into the vigilante a few times before and he had never actually seen him this clearly. He had always been in constant motion or just a presence in the shadows. They didn't call him the Phantom for nothing, he was usually impossible to see. It was infuriating. 

Almost as soon as Shota came, the Phantom was gone. What the- Shota ran to where he had been, certain he had leaped over the edge. But no one was there. He just disappeared. What the fuck?

He needed to talk with Tsukauchi. 

Notes: Yo, don't worry, you'll get more of Izuku's backstory later, (And yes, it gets worse. I know, so sad.) But anyways, hope this was interesting for you! Can't wait to write more! See ya!