Yoooo! I'm back! Sorry for the delay in updates, but now that it's summer (and that I don't have such a stressful schedule and now have more motivation) I will try to write as many chapters as possible! Now let's not delay any further, onto the story!
Warning: OOC-ness ; Probably cringe ; I do not own My Hero Academia or Demon Slayer, they belong to their respective creators.
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Previously . . .
"The dna test that I requested has also been brought back and.." The black haired pro quieted down for a few seconds, as though thinking of how to word his next sentence.
"...I believe I should reintroduce myself. It's nice to meet you, Izumi Midoriya. My name is Shota Aizawa. Your father."
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Izumi Midoriya POV :
She was in shock. 'What? My father? That can't be true.. my father left us a long time ago, mother even told me!... but he dosen't seen to be lying, and he even has that DNA test to prove it.. So he really is my... My father?' After this thought there was a tug of familiarity in the back of her mind connected to this man and she realized that both of then shared an uncoincidental curve of the cheekbones and how both of their eyes were shaped mostly the same way. It's no wonder that she also had small streaks of pitch black hair when her mother had a much lighter shade of green locks.
Suddenly, the unmistakable but quite unfamiliar feeling of anger coursed through her entire being, her veins, her blood, like a bright wildfire that couldn't be contained within her petite body. This only happened one time before, and that was when she found out her mother was dying in the hospital. Though this time, the fiery, gut-wrenching rage that consumed her mind and body made her feel a lot different. It was like pure-liquid strength was being injected into her muscles from an inside source, a gateway to power creaking opening to unleash a pent-up beast that has been locked away and hidden for centuries. All she had to do was let it consume her. It was like a voice echoing in her brain. Accept me and you can have unlimited power for the rest of your days. You can get back at all those who wronged you, you just need to accept me. Accept me. Acceptmeacceptmeacceptme-
Izumi took a deep breath. She needed to calm down, she was sure that the black haired Pro Hero had a reasonable explanation and Izumi wanted to hear it before raging out at him. The fierce beast seemingly growled and retreated into the recesses of her mind and back through the gate, non-provoking but silently listening in. Feeling the anger which previously almost consumed her body slowly evaporate, she opened her eyes— when did she close them?— to stare at the black haired man in front of her who had an eyebrow raised.
She wanted her answers. Now.
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Third Person POV :
Everyone in the immediate vicinity could feel the abrupt increase in temperature surrounding the younger Midoriya a few seconds after Aizawa's untimely reintroduction as her father. It was like the hall was suddenly encased in a heatwave that made them feel as if their blood was slowly turning to fire and starting to burn their bones and muscles from the inside out. Katsuki noticed that thin veins began sprouting on the green haired girls forehead and, most unsettlingly, her normally round pupils became cat-like slits as the usual viridescent shade of her eyes brightened yet still seemed so very cold. Izumi's fists were clenched so tightly that the whites of her knuckles were starting to show and the tips of her hair seemed to gain the slightest tint of gold before it disappeared.
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History Always Repeats Itself
FanfictionIzumi Midoriya was a quirkless middle school girl. That was the case, until tragedy struck her family. She finds out that she is the alleged long-lost daughter of the underground hero, Eraserhead. Izumi finds out she had a quirk all along, and that...
