Most would assume that being the son of two top ten pro-heroes would be an amazing life. Well, it is, unless your quirkless.
After being diagnosed quirkless, Izuku Yagi is neglected by his parents in favor of his sister, Izumi. The childhood friend...
"You okay, Izu?" Toga asked, her voice cutting through the haze of panic I could feel building in my chest. Izuku looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown, and her casual tone didn't help.
"We need to leave, now," Izuku said, his voice tight with urgency.
"You okay, Izu?"
I turned, my heart skipping a beat. A blonde girl was speaking to him, standing next to a boy with... Izuku's face.
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For a split second, my breath caught. I wanted to run straight to him, to confront him, to see him... But I couldn't just rush in. I needed answers, closure. I needed his forgiveness, and I wouldn't get that by running away. Not again.
They started walking faster—towards an alleyway.
An alleyway? I didn't even know this area had one.
I swallowed hard, anxiety building. This wasn't a place to hope for help. We were deep into an unpopulated, shadowed alley. No one was around, and it was too far from the street to expect someone to intervene if things went wrong.
The further we moved into the darkness, the more my nerves shot through the roof. I tried to keep my steps steady, but my mind raced—Izuku was right there, but he wouldn't look at me. He wouldn't speak.
We walked in silence.
And then... a sharp pain hit my back.
I yelped and crumpled to the ground, struggling to catch my breath. I shut my eyes, pain searing through me.
"Why are you here?"
His voice—strained with fear—cut through the haze.
"I-Izuku...? Is it really you?"
My voice cracked, shaking with guilt and regret. Every word felt heavier than the last. He was right in front of me. I could feel his eyes scanning my trembling figure, and I swore, in that moment, he could see right through me—right into the guilt tearing me apart inside.
"What if it is?"
His voice rang out, cold, bitter. Not a confirmation, but enough to make it real.
"I-I..."
I couldn't get the words out. I wanted to apologize. I needed to explain myself, but my throat was tight, my mind a fog of emotions. Where did I even start? Should I apologize first? Ask him how he was?
My head spun, and I felt my heart beating faster with every passing second.
Then, his head moved, and for the first time in what felt like forever, his eyes locked onto mine. He was so close now, inches away, and I could see the pain in them—so raw, so broken. His eyes were full of hurt. And I knew it was all my fault.
The pain, the sadness—they shifted, replaced by something colder, darker. His face twisted with disgust as he pulled away from me.
"I—I'm so sorry, Izuku..."
"I'm sorry I... didn't help you directly..."
Izuku's eyes flickered briefly in confusion, but then—
"What?"
"I should've just helped you. I should've stopped them. But I just went and got the teacher, the one who wouldn't even punish them... I'm sorry."
My voice trembled, cracking under the weight of everything I'd failed to do. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I stared at him, desperate for something—anything—that would tell me this wasn't it.
But his gaze remained cold. Silent.
The pressure on my back lifted, and for a moment, I was able to move again.
"So, what?"
His words were quieter now, almost... detached. Different from before. The harshness, the anger—it was gone, replaced with something almost empty. He was different. Completely different.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
He turned away, walking with the girl, his steps purposeful.
No.
I couldn't just let him go.
I reached out, my hand stretching toward him, my feet stumbling forward.
But then—he turned. His eyes wide, filled with shock, and I realized: I was scaring him.
Izuku's hand shot out in reflex, a burst of red lightning surging from him. It hit me in the face with a crackling jolt of pain.
"How did I...? Himiko, we need to leave."
His voice was different—sudden, urgent. His hair had shifted again, now a stark white, and without another word, he grabbed the girl's hand.
And they walked away.
Leaving me there.
Alone.
I stood frozen, the weight of everything pressing down on me. The alley was so quiet now. The cold emptiness settled into my chest like a void, and I realized—Izuku was gone.
