Mystic Hero: Power Beyond Quirks(A Doctor Strange & My Hero Academia Crossover)

Chapter One.

     I sat at my desk, drumming it lightly with the pencil in my grip. I sighed and leaned back, turning my chair round, so I faced my bed.
     "Genki, Ethan," someone suddenly greeted from my bedroom door. I looked up at Doctor Stephen Strange, my foster dad actually.
     "Genki," I nodded.
     "Benkyo wa d-" I cut him short...
     "My study is going great, can you stop with the Japanese?" I said, consciously keeping annoyance out of my voice.
     "You might be going to Japan soon, shouldn't you perfect it?" he asked.
     "I already have, and you said 'might'," I pointed out.
     "Yeah, you may or may not get into UA," he shrugged. I lifted an eyebrow at him.
     "So you're actually considering my failure?" I asked. "Interesting."
     "Taking into account all possibilities is important," he said. "That's good advice."
     "Now you're giving me good advice like an elder?" I asked. "You just greeted me by saying 'Genki'. That's an informal, very casual greeting last time I checked." I turned and faced my desk again.
     "I just wanted to inform you to pack your bags and get ready for our trip to Japan for your entrance examinations," he said.
     "I would normally ask why we don't just use a portal, but there is something exhilarating about air travel," I mused.
     "True."
     "Plus, if the plane's gonna crash, we could save lives," I added.
     "No, I'd save lives, you'd stay in your seat," he said a bit sternly. I groaned...
     "Can't wait to get to UA and use my powers when I want, how I want without you there to say anything about it."
     "First of all, it's a school so no one's gonna let you use your powers whenever you want," he pointed out, disgusting me. Did he think I was stupid? That I didn't know? Or did he not realize I was only joking. "Also, I think you're underestimating the situation at hand," he continued. "UA High School has the best hero course in the world, yet you think you're gonna get in like it's nothing. That pride is gonna ruin you."
     I scoffed, annoyed...
     "That's not what I think." Then I turned away from him and faced my desk once more. He must have picked up from the tone of my voice, the manner in which I turned away from him and the sudden shift in the mood, that I didn't want to talk to him. At least not right now. And I sensed his disappointment in himself at what he'd said, his desire to apologize, but his inability to, for a reason I failed to understand. He left my doorpost.
     My life with this foster father of mine were regularly filled with such moments. When one of us would say something that killed the other's spirit, ticking him off, yet be unable to apologize. But why? You'd think that after fourteen long years, we'd be used to it. But no.
     It wasn't just his inability to apologize that puzzled me. It was my inability as well, and I hated it. This constant inability...
     ...to understand why I felt so many of the things I did.
     Why I told my foster father his jokes were lame, even though it made him feel bad...
     ...why I'd willingly hurt him, then instantly feel bad about it...
     ...why I rebuked all his advice and help even though I needed them...
     ...and...
     ...why I had this feeling that always hung in the air between us, a thought that never left my mind everytime I saw him, this irresistible urge to believe, that he'd been lying to me.

     "Remember that if you talk to anyone, you are not to tell them about the fact that you don't have a Quirk," he said. "Your Quirk is called Magic. You manipulate the energy around you to achieve desired outcomes. Don't mention Shuma-Gorath taking over your original dimension, or that you're actually a sorcerer, not a Quirk-user. Got that?"
     I just stared at him blankly...
     "Doctor Strange, I came up with that cover story myself and then told you about it," I informed him. "Just telling you, in case you didn't know or you didn't remember."
     "Good, so you know it by heart?" he asked. I stared at him, making it clear on my gaze that I was sure he was going crazy.
     "Goodbye, see you after the exams,"  was the only thing I could say.
     "You don't need a sling ring, do you?" he asked, reaching to take his off.
     "No, I can open portals without them," I said, agitated. "What is your problem?"
     "What do you mean?" he asked.
     "You're constantly asking questions you already know the answers to and reminding me of things I came up with."
     "Sorry," he chuckled. "Just nervous."
     "Well stop it," I said. "Seriously, where does all this anxiety come from? Enough is enough." He flinched a bit. I then stepped outside and a blue portal opened a few feet in front of me and I went straight in.