probability and calamity: Mha x male child reader

Calamity and probability

A young boy lives in a small cell deep underground, in a facility designed to study quirks and those who have them. Children of all ages reside here, yet each one is similarly affected, worn down to the brink of madness. The boy in question was taken to this place after his parents were killed, too young to understand that his life would become a nightmare.

No one is coming to save him, he is eternally alone in the world.

Y/n was a boy of about five, his face and arms marked with scars and bruises. Yet, he remained resilient; his unique quirks rendered him nearly invincible. Without effort, he could repel any threat. As an infant brought into the facility, his presence inadvertently led to the demise of half the security force, their deaths as sudden and devastating as a plague.

It was at this point where the illegal facility realised that had hit the jackpot.

In his early childhood, Y/n endured numerous experiments, each more cruel and heartless than the previous. The scientists were indifferent to Y/n's cries of pain or pleas for mercy, aware that little could harm him. The boy possessed remarkable strength, far greater than many realized. Y/n could even leverage his quirk to negate any damage entirely, a feat that was astonishing to witness, as such a delicate young boy could withstand forces capable of defeating the mightiest heroes and villains.

Despite everything, Y/n was controlled by fear, fear of what will happen to himself and others should he fight back, he didn't want anyone else to suffer like he did

For all his power, he was still a child, a child who truly didn't want to hurt anyone

Huddled in the corner of his cell, Y/n clutched his knees to his chest, tears cascading from his lifeless eyes. Each sound, each minor crackle, spiked fear through his veins. He anticipated another impending experiment; the scientists would not delay. His welfare was irrelevant to them; their focus was solely on the source of his extraordinary power.

Quirks the like the world wasn't ready for...

They possessed such power and versatility that it swiftly elevated the young boy to a position among the elite.

The entire purpose of their research was to understand how a five-year-old boy had developed a quirk that could potentially alter everything. It was utterly astonishing to consider such an occurrence. The scientists were indifferent to his happiness and joy; those concerns were to be addressed later.

He was merely a tool to research and control

Y/n nearly leaped out of his skin as the cell doors burst open, revealing several armed guards with expressionless faces. They swiftly aimed their rifles at the boy, who immediately burst into tears and curled into a ball, silently praying that the facility would grant him a moment's respite.

He was wrong.

Upon activating a peculiar device on his wrist, a guard approached the boy who trembled like a leaf. The guards could hear the boy muttering to himself as he retreated from them.

One of the guards seized the boy by the arm, which made Y/n cry even louder and struggle to keep the guards at bay. The guards, however, were fearless, confident that their stabilizers were sufficient to suppress Y/n's quirk.

Guard: Get up boy, you've got some tests today.

Y/n: N-No! S-STAY AWAY!

Guard: I SAID GET UP!

The guard forcefully hauled Y/n to his feet and restrained him before taking him out of the containment cell. Despite his screams and pleas to avoid further tests, the guards remained indifferent, as did the scientists. To them, he was merely an instrument to be utilized and tested upon.