Freezing Point

Legacy

As long as he could remember his childhood had been filled with stories. The lives of his ancestors. the history of his blood. He always enjoyed those stories. It was during those short years that he felt truly connected to his family and it was for a time his last true connection.

The more he grew, the more he learned, and finally he came to understand the truth.

His family had forsaken him.

His mother and Sister had forsaken their blood.

His blood.

.

Yet again he suffered another dreamless night, something that had become all too common. Izuku Yagi, glanced, eyes watching and closing once the refreshing early morning breeze made its way through his open bedroom window. The cold had never truly bothered him in his 14 years of living and he doubted that this would change as he grew older.

"Ngh." A soft groan spilled from his lips. The simple action of sitting up had caused pain to shock his nerves. His ribs ached, his back flared in burns, and the patches of purple skin on his face throbbed. His swollen cheek streaked with a small amount of blood. It was unpleasant to say that this too was a recognizable feeling, so much so that had it not been there Izuku may have felt strange.

Taking his left hand, he held his cheek. It had only taken a second before the skin of his cheek and palm turned blue. The still wet blood crystalizing under his touch. 

Despite what had been tested, what had been accepted as a fact, he was not powerless. Although he was still a part of a dying population that was only part of the story. His diagnosis as Quirkless was neither a oversight or a mistake, he was by every definition missing what made have a quirk essential. A missing genome sequence, another joint in his pinky toe, and despite the absurdity that was his unnatural hair color, no altered appearance.

However, like his mother and sister, he inherited the ability to control ice. he could remember the stories his mother had told him in his early years and according to the words Inko Yagi had spoke, they were descendants of quirk users who were cryokinetic. Unfortunately, without a quirk his ability was unrefined, dangerous even for him to use despite having practiced for 3 years.

Just another of the several advantages of a quirk that at this point he neither coveted or envied. As for showing these powers to his family? What point was there in doing so? Would it rewind the years of mistreatment? Erase the harsh words that spilled in the conversations around him? Or heal the injuries inflicted onto his body day after day?

Maybe it would. Maybe revealing what he could do would stop all of this. Maybe his Mother and Sister would help him master his ice. The friends of his sister may even stop their assault and instead support him like they once did. But would it be done out of genuine affection or repentance?

No. It would be done out of guilt. Out of pity. Living with that would be worse than just enduring until he himself did all he could. Izuku recognized this as a stupid thought. A stupid moment where he let his pride get in the way. Still if he threw his pride away, what would he have left?

The process of icing continued for each of his previous wounds. Ice spreading from his hand and onto his body. Had anyone been willing to touch him, they would feel his body temperature drop drastically.