Mahoraga Deku (Nah he'd adapt)

Chapter 1: The cycle begins

It has been 2 months since Hisashi Midoriya, father to Izuku Midoriya lost his job. His international job was cut short by a villain attack on the company's Japan-stationed headquarters which was repaired quickly but Hisashi was dropped by the company for an unknown reason. Leaving him unemployed and with his savings account to look after his family. He had gotten small jobs but the money available was steadily decreasing. Coupled by the lack of a quirk in his son, Hisashi was slowly losing himself to anger 2 weeks in.
This is why the sudden change in Izuku's eyes overnight had him anticipating something. This anticipation lead to him sending Inko and Izuku to a quirk doctor to see why. 

Turn 1

"They said he was quirkless Hisashi." These were words Hisashi head from Inko that he never wanted to hear with his dwindling patience. Words that Inko never wanted to tell her husband out of fear of what would happen. "Apparently his eyes might just have a genetic defect."

Hisashi was quiet. Fuming internally to most literal extent. The fire breathing quirk made his heavy breathing feel like waves of heat from a furnace. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S QUIRKLESS?!" Hisashi pulled some of his own hair while letting some of the flame building up in his body escape into the air. He looked around for something to let his anger out on but he just couldn't. So he stood there, losing it before calming down and settling onto a chair. The sheer anger Hisashi was radiating rivaled that of a certain Number 2 flame hero whenever they had to answer reporters' questions.

"Hisa-"

"No, I'm fine. Just go check on Izuku." Hisashi, although currently outdoing the intensity of the Sun, was still a family man. Albeit a desperate one.
Inko left hesitantly. Leaving Hisashi with silence to think over what he would do, before his phone started buzzing. He looked over to see it was an unknown number. He picked it up and answered. "Hello?"


Turn 2

Despair, that's all Izuku was going through, pure sadness. He wanted to be like All Might, to save people with a smile. But as he was right now he could barely even make a neutral face. How could he be a hero? He turned to the person at his door, his mother. "Mom, do you think... I can still be... a hero?"

Inko's soul was shredded as she heard her son. The eyes of her son led the waves of sadness to her own. She never really looked at Izuku's eyes that morning, having been too focused on the hope a possible quirk would bring. But now she could see all of it: The black pupil and green Iris surrounded by a brighter green ring, with 8 golden arms outstretched ending with a ball, it looked like a chakra wheel. The wheels on each eye made them stand out, making the sadness and grief on each stand out all the more. The only thing she could say, "I'm sorry Izuku."
Hugging the small figure that was her son as he sat there, unmoving and crying.


Turn 3


"Are you sure?" Hisashi asked the voice on the other side.

"Yes, like I said we will provide what your son needs." Answered a professional voice

"And he'll be safe?" Hisashi asked

"Yes. It's our job to take in the quirkless Mr. Midoriya. Just keep in mind you won't see him for a long time or ever." Responded the caller

"...Fine... Monday morning as you said?" Hisashi enquired

"Yes, he'll be picked up Monday. Good day Mr. Midoriya, stay well." The call then ended

"I can't believe I took up the chance. I'm a coward..." Hisashi muttered to himself. He was contacted by someone who offered the chance to relieve his burden and take Izuku in for his quirklessness. He couldn't believe what he had just done, giving up his son. Nevertheless he kept reassuring himself that Izuku would be better off. He still couldn't help but feel like a coward.

Turn 4

"Doctor Garaki, I hear they accepted." An ominous voice enquires.

"Yes, Mr. Midoriya seems to have taken up the offer." Doctor Garaki answered. "Soon enough the boy will be in our hands."

"Good, I must admit, registering him as quirkless to convince the man was a good idea." The ominous voice spoke with some dark form of amusement.

"Well It was your idea old friend. I just can't wait to get the boy. His quirk factor was structured so interestingly. It might give us a breakthrough." Garaki was getting increasingly joyous at the prospect of discovering something so groundbreaking.

"You are quite excited Garaki. Has it really been that long since you had something interesting on your table?"

Turn 5

"Are you sure he'll be okay Hisashi?" Inko asked, worry lacing every word she spoke. Hisashi had just briefed her on the terms of Izuku being taken in by an organization not well known.

"Yes Inko, I know it's a lot to take in... but I don't want Izuku to live a the life we're headed for. If he can be taken in then he'll be better off." Hisashi spoke surely, contrasting to his inner worry and self-deprecation. 

"If... you say so." Inko sighed. She was unsure of how some strangers would even take car of her son, but the desperateness Hisashi had for the last 2 months was shared with her and it somehow made her willing to give up Izuku, her baby boy. "When should we tell him?"

"Sunday, we'll try make it a good day for him after we tell him..." Hisashi Answered, he was wondering how he was getting this desperate. He tried to ignore the doubt and reasoned with himself that Izuku would be better off.

Turn 6

Izuku was quiet. Layed out on his bed. Trying to come to terms with his quirklessness. The mirror on the other side of the room gave him a view of his eyes. Those eyes had given his parents hope this morning, those same eyes were looking back at him. Now the eyes were just accompanying his sadness. They felt like they were taunting him. No longer giving his parents and himself hope but rather representing how useless he felt. He felt like, a Deku. Quite the thing to think at 4 years old.

Turn 7

Sunday was eventful, it felt like telling a child that you were abandoning them because they held nothing acceptable or wanted by society, mainly because that's exactly what it was. Izuku had cried himself to sleep that night after his things were packed. It hurt no matter how much his parents tried to make it seem good.

Monday morning came and Izuku was outside with his parents. The four year old stood with his parents on either side. He wasn't sure whether to cling to them or stand there. He was too focused to acknowledge the black car pulling up to the apartment complex. Soon enough the backseat door was open. Calling him. Waiting for him.

Before he could go, Inko had gone to his level and hugged him. She was sobbing. "Listen Izuku, I know you'll never forgive us... but... you'll always be my baby boy."

Hisashi had to hold his wife up as their son was led away. The gold in the wheels of the four year old's eyes reflected enough to burn their form into their eyes.

They image would last, and that image would be the only one for a long time.

Turn 8

"Garaki, it seems it won't affect the boy anymore."

8 turns of the wheel. A cycle complete. A perfect cycle complete. The perfect cycle of adaption completed.