I didn't choose THIS

Questions and...Happiness?

Gym class at UA was always a whirlwind of activity, a cacophony of quirk-powered feats and intense training sessions that pushed every student to their limits.

As I stepped into the gymnasium, the air crackled with anticipation, the now familiar buzz of energy and determination permeating the space.

I slipped into the routine of changing into my gym uniform, the fabric a comfortable second skin that allowed for freedom of movement.

As I tied my sneakers, my mind drifted to the pact Aizawa and I had made to keep my prince heritage a secret.

It was a weighty burden to carry, knowing that any slip of information could have far-reaching consequences.

Despite the weight of my secret, I approached the gym class with determination and focus.

Although I wasn't looking to be a hero, it gave me a chance to train and I needed to be ready for the storm that awaited me.

The class kicked off with warm-up exercises led by All Might, his booming voice echoing through the gym.

I threw myself into the stretches and calisthenics, feeling the burn of muscles and the rush of adrenaline as I pushed myself harder.

As the warm-up concluded, Aizawa appeared, his no-nonsense demeanor signaling the start of the day's training.

I met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between us. 

"TODAY WE TEST OUT OUR QUIRKS ONCE MORE" All Might boomed in an unnessisaryly loud voice.

"For the past few weeks we have been training you bodys, pushing your stamina and strength. Now it's time to test quirks. Midoryia, You only joined us a week ago so take this as a quirk apprehsion test." Aizawa explained making eye contact with me. 

Now let my Quirk preformance begin, yay..

Everyone took turns of throwing a weighted ball that measured how far it went, Uraraka made the ball float so it traveled indefenatly, and Bakugo got ruffly 700m. 

Now it was my turn and I was excited, I approached Aizawa taking the ball he pressed in my hand.

"Please hold back" Aizawa murmered.

I glanced at Aizawa and let out a sigh, acknowledging the truth in his words. He was right about not exerting myself fully during these tests, especially considering I didn't even have a quirk.

Still, a part of me wished I could have seen where I stood among my classmates if I had given it my all.

I threw the ball 750m, and yes I was holding back.

As I watched my classmates complete the tests with their impressive quirks and abilities, a sense of longing stirred within me. It wasn't jealousy or resentment but rather a desire to challenge myself and push beyond the limits imposed by my circumstances.

I knew that Aizawa's advice was practical and grounded in reality. 

But deep down, I couldn't shake the curiosity and the need to measure my own potential, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

I was one of the eight princes of hell, a title that carried weight and responsibility far beyond my years.

Not only that, but I was also the successor to my father's throne—a position I hadn't earned through bloodline but through prowess and ability.

Despite holding such esteemed titles, I had never truly understood what they meant for me personally. They were roles I had been thrust into, duties I had fulfilled without question, following the orders of my father without considering my own desires.

All my life, I had been trained to kill when my father commanded it, to defeat demons who sought to challenge my claim to the throne. I had fought battles and conquered adversaries, but in the midst of it all, I had never stopped to ask myself what I truly wanted.

The weight of my heritage and the expectations placed upon me as a prince of hell weighed heavily on my shoulders.

It was a legacy steeped in darkness and power, a path that had been laid out for me since birth. But beneath the surface of duty and obligation, there was a yearning for something more, a desire to define my own destiny separate from the expectations of others.

As I stood in the midst of UA, surrounded by classmates with their own dreams and aspirations, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the freedom to explore my own desires. The path of a prince of hell was a well-worn one, but it was a path I had never truly chosen for myself.

Did I want to follow in my father's footsteps and inherit the throne, or did I dare to forge a new path, one that was uniquely mine?

I threw myself into each exercise with determination, pushing past my lingering thoughts to focus on the task at hand.

Despite the physical exertion, my mind never strayed far from the pact with Aizawa.

Every interaction, every word spoken, carried the weight of my secret.

It was a constant reminder of the delicate balance between my past and present, between the shadows of hell and the light of heroism.

As the class drew to a close, sweat-soaked and breathless, I knew I had a long path ahead of me. 

"WELL DONE STUDENTS" All Might boomed as they sat on the ground panting. 

"There is a camp coming up, lists are on my desk. Go home." With that Aizawa left and I quickly followed him out. 

"You know you can show your demon form, I feel like you were just coasting through those tests with your physique" Aizawa said looking at me.

"I was, its safer if I don't use my powers. The angels can't sense me until I use them." I looked at the ground avoiding his gaze.

"Fair enough" Aizawas gaze travelled over me before he threw an arm over my shoulders. 

"Lets get our things and get home"

I looked up to Aizawa and gave a slight nod. 

A warm feeling filled my chest, a sensation so unfamiliar that it momentarily threw me off balance. I tensed and stopped walking, which pulling Aizawa to a halt as well.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa asked, his expression turning to one of concern as he scanned our surroundings for any potential threat, stepping away to get a better view.

"I have this warm feeling in my chest. Am I dying?" I blurted out, my worry evident in my voice as I turned to Aizawa for answers.

Aizawa's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Oh, Izu," he said affectionately, "that's happiness, kid."

"Happiness?" I echoed, disbelief coloring my features as I processed the unfamiliar emotion coursing through me.

With Aizawa's reassurance, I tentatively moved my hand to my chest, feeling the warmth radiating from within.

It was a comforting sensation, a stark contrast to the battles and uncertainties that had defined much of my life.

"I think I like this happiness," I admitted, a genuine grin spreading across my face as I turned to Aizawa, gratitude and newfound Happiness shining in my eyes.

My boi............;-;