Monster (izuocha)

 Prologue

What are you?

I hear that question all the time.

So much so that it bloody annoys me.

It's never 'what's your name?' Or 'who are you?'

It's always what are you?

As if I'm some sort of alien from outer space.

Honestly, maybe I am.

Who knows.

I mean, the world has always told me who and what I can and can't be. I never got to decide that for myself.

I guess you're probably wondering who I am.
I'll tell you that later.

I'm not a good guy but I ain't bad either.
50-50 I guess.

That's besides the point.

We live in a society where men and women are not born equal.

I had to learn that the hard way.

Those born quirkless are bullied and mistreated.

Those who are born with a quirk are praised and loved.

But those who are born with powerful quirks are treated worse.
They are shunned by society, never to be spoken of.

Treated as if they're murderers- rapid animals who could attack at any moment.

Sorry

I've bored you long enough.

So what's my story? I hear you ask.

Well for that dear reader, we must travel back in time to when I was young. Very young.

Oh and my name? Izuku Midoriya.

12 years ago age: 4

No one's pov

The young Izuku Midoriya sat in the doctors office, ecstatic.
Today was the day. The day he'd finally get his quirk. His dream was to be a hero, it was all he ever talked about.
The older Midoriya sat beside him, waiting for the doctor to bring the results.
The results in question however, were not as she had hoped.

"You're son's quirk is called monster. He is able to produce a large tentacle from his back and can regenerate quickly. He will also experience a large increase in strength, speed, stamina and agility. He will most likely increase in height too. When he uses his quirk his eyes will turn red and he may find it difficult to control his emotions. Any questions?"

The greenette looked at her son in disgust. She felt as if she were going to throw up.
Had she given birth to a monster?
No.
It wasn't her fault.
It was his fault.
He was the monster, not her.
She knew she couldn't just run away. But she didn't know how much she'd be able to take before she snapped.
Her life would be over.
And it was his fault.

Time skip 5 years later age: 9

The young boy silently walked though the kitchen door.
The pain in his face was excruciating to say the least. He walked over to the older greenette, not that she would be any help to him.
She almost completely ignored him. The only thing she did for him was cook, and even then it was usually just scraps.
There was no place in her heart for him.
There was no place in her heart for a monster.

She turned around to face the boy.
"What happened to you this time?" She snapped. She couldn't have cared less what Bakugo did to him.
'Serves you right.'