INFINITY

Chapter 13

in the dimly lit room at the home, y/n and all might sat with the weight of uncertainty on their shoulders. the air was thick with anticipation as she patiently waited for aizawa to return from his hero patrol. the walls of the room, adorned with subtle hero posters, seemed to close in on her, mirroring the confinement of her own thoughts.

the room, usually a place of solace, now felt suffocating. y/n's gaze fixed on a hero-themed clock ticking away each second, each tick echoing in the silence. the desk, cluttered with notebooks and sketches of her quirk manifestations, bore witness to her restless pursuit of answers.

the muted glow of her laptop screen illuminated scattered papers and open tabs filled with articles about generational quirks. the revelation about her quirk's generational nature had unraveled a cascade of questions that refused to be silenced.

as she waited, y/n ran her fingers over an old family photo on the desk, well consisting of her and aizawa only. generations of quirks stared back at her, each face a puzzle piece in her lineage. the weight of the knowledge that her abilities were not solely her own settled heavily on her shoulders.

the knock on the door signaled aizawa's return. y/n's serious expression deepened as she stood to face him. the room, now charged with an unspoken tension, held the echoes of yesterday's events. aizawa entered, fatigue etched on his face, but his gaze met hers with a knowing understanding.

y/n, with a determined yet troubled look, finally spoke the words that had lingered in the room's heavy air ,"uncle zawa, we need to talk about my quirk. it's not just mine, is it?" the room seemed to hold its breath as aizawa's weary eyes met hers, signaling the beginning of an unraveling mystery.

"what are you talking about? " aizawa's eyes grew wider. before he could have even changed back to his normal clothes or have done anything else, he thought about talking this through, "how can you even say that? "

y/n sighed, it was pretty clear from aizawa's reaction that he had no idea about whatever y/n just said.

"it's a long story" y/n informed.

"before that , what are you doing here? " aizawa questioned.

"i guess we need to tell him everything. " all might sighed.

in a quiet room adorned with dim lighting, y/n found herself seated across from aizawa and all might, the weight of her revelations pressing on her chest. the air hung heavy with anticipation as she began to narrate her journey, starting with her internship under takara.

her eyes met aizawa's unwavering gaze as she recounted how takara had introduced her to the concept of ki, an energy force that transcended traditional quirk classifications. y/n spoke with fervor about her determination to unearth the secrets surrounding this mystical energy.

as she delved into the discovery of her generational quirk, aizawa's stoic expression betrayed a subtle flicker of intrigue. the room became a canvas for y/n's narrative, her words painting a tapestry of interconnected destinies.

"about all might," y/n addressed the symbol of peace, "i learned about generational quirks and the passing down of abilities. it hit me that his quirk might be generational, too." she recounted how she approached all might, urging him to explore if midoriya, the successor, could sense the same ki energy.

aizawa, his features etched with a mix of curiosity and realization, listened intently. y/n continued, "when midoriya confirmed sensing the ki, it became clear. i'm part of a lineage, just like him." the room absorbed the weight of this revelation, the air thick with the implications of generational quirks weaving their destinies together.