IZUKU POV:
I learnt from a young age, that not all men are created equal. It started when I was 4, and eagerly awaiting my quirk. God I was like a bunny in a carrot patch, so eager to learn what my 'awesome new quirk' would be. Now I wish that I never wondered, as my expectations led to the biggest news of my life feeling like a bullet piercing my heart with these exact words:
"You should probably give it up".
The moment the doctor said that cursed sentence, my entire world crumbled. I was only 4 and I had already felt a crashing wave of disappointment so titanic that it would swallow the entire Earth.
As I got home, I watched my beloved all might video, tears breaking through my eyes feeble defences. I looked at my Mother with broken, yet slightly hopeful, eyes and asked her a question that was my final tether to my dream.
"Can I... be a hero, too?"
It was my final hope, my final chance for my dream to come true. Now I know that my hope back then was foolish, yet my younger self still hoped and prayed that my mother's words would ignite a spark that would be my heroic torch.
But to my shock, my mother just hugged me and apologised while crying. She just apologised, over and over, weeping over my loss. If I'm being honest, those apologies almost hit at the same magnitude of the wave I received from my quirkless diagnosis. Yet, I do not believe it hurt as much , due to my already shattered optimism.
The funny thing was, that I was only feeling disappointment and the weight of my obliterated dreams. I was not thinking about the upcoming torture that life had premeditated for my future. What I am referring to, was the bullying.
Beatings. Burns. Name calling. Suicide baiting.
These things became a daily thing for me, as my ex- best friend Kacchan decided I was too guilty to not be punished. My crime, you may ask? Existing.
Needless to say, I had an unlucky life. It didn't exactly bother me much. Lady luck was just another enemy at the back of an eternal queue. The queue of course, consisting of everyone I ever met, excluding my Mother.
However, There was one day where lady luck decided to play with me, as she had finally reached the front of the queue of people to bring me pain. Her plan was slow and excruciating and a true masterpiece of torture
It started off like any other day, berated by my classmates, teachers and other acquaintances I had the misfortune of knowing. Kacchan decided to spice up his daily insults and told me to "take a swan dive off a rooftop". At least he wasn't telling me to 'jump into traffic', that one got old very quick. However he did decided to destroy my hero note book, which actually stung a little.
I exited the building to retrieve my tattered analysis book, Kacchan's words swimming in my head like the fish around my book. I shrugged it off and set off home, surpressing my feelings with all might's signature laugh. However, the laugh was cut off short, as a being of pure sludge appeared in front of me menacingly.
It jumped at me as I attempted to flee, my mind racing at speeds enough to challenge all might. The monster landed on me and started to enter my mouth.
"calm down, it'll only hurt for about 45 seconds." It said menacingly as I felt it slowly creep further into my body, exploring its newfound space.
I started to feel woozy, as my consciousness wavered and threatened to abandon me, and leave me defenceless towards the villain.
"Thanks for your help. You're my hero." the villain said in an excited, yet sinister tone.
I panicked, grasping at the monster and trying to yank it out of my body and escape. However my attempts of escape were turning out useless as I felt the grips of consciousness, release their hold on me. I looked around desparately, but swiftly gave up hope.
"I'm sorry Mum" I thought in my head, apologising for being too weak to live for everyone. My thoughts drifted to Kacchan thinking of his final words to me. It wasn't a roof top, but in the end he doubted Kacchan would even care of the method. Only of the result.
Suddenly, a manhole cover blew off and revealed a figure that my eyes sparkled at the sight of. His attire was not his dashing hero costume, yet he still screamed peace and justice with his muscular form and dashing smile.
"IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW, YOUNG MAN. " The golden haired protector boomed.
"I AM HERE." All might declared triumphantly.
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Villain Deku- Luck
FanfictionIzuku midoriya is a quirkless teenager who has suffered from many unlucky events in his life. From his quirkless diagnosis, to his idol crushing his dreams. We all know this of course, but it's fine right? Midoriya saves Bakugo from the sludge monst...
