Akiro-san looks at him, her yellow eyes slightly starting to glow as he bites back countless curious questions about her quirk. He may never be able to truly feel, but the sensation of knowing more was like needles stabbing him- and he enjoyed it.
"-uku?", Akiro-san asks again and he gets brutally ripped out of his thoughts as her yellow eyes pierce through him. "What is your name?"
Izuku answered immediately, feeling the need to answer as truthful as possible. He now understood what she meant with her quirk and was eager to examine those effects more closely and document everything possible. "Izuku Midoriya, ma'am."
Akiro-san nods, twirling a bit of her black hair around as she asks another question. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen", he answers immediately, his green eyes hungrily basking in everything she gives him, those little glares that were without an ounce of fear, something he never saw before. Not even his mother could bring herself to not fearing him, after all, but this random policewoman could?
Akiro-san nods, a warm smile on her lips that is the exact opposite of her tone. "Why did the teacher told us that you weren't at school today?" Her voice gets colder, more forcefully, now.
Izuku felt a scoff graze his face. "I was at school today. I just left earlier because that stupid teacher pulled the worst prank I've ever seen."
Worry clouds her eyes, he sees. "What prank, Izuku?", she asks softly and careful, dreading the answer.
"He told my class that I wanted to go to UA." He rolled his eyes, looking at her with empty, green eyes.
Akiro-san smiled. "But that isn't a bad prank! It always is nice to give other youngsters the motivation to also wish to join!"
Izuku sighs. It wasn't that policewoman's fault, she knew neither his teacher, his class or him. Otherwise she'd try everything to discredit and dehumanise him. "Not in my case. My class doesn't like me, not even the teacher does. He simply meant to agitate them so I get more punches."
Akiro-sans face turns pale, her eyes glowing brighter. "Are you getting bullied, Izuku?", she asks, slight anger visible in her voice.
The green-haired boy blinked. "Not really. I barely get bullied, they just use every opportunity to use their quirks, fists and feet on me."
Akiro-sans tries to smile at him, but isn't successful at hiding her disgust towards his teacher and class from him. "And your... mother?"
Izuku blinked. That was a good question. Had she ever done something to him? Of course, she's been colder after his quirk got diagnosed, whatever the reason for that could be, but did she abuse me? Verbally, mentally or physically?
He didn't know. His brain had restricted a few of his memories, a normal action that most human's had to let them feel safe. It only happened when the memories were seen as too traumatic, and most people didn't even notice there were memories they didn't have because they tend to not remember childhood fully, and the partial effect of his quirk that made him have a 'Photographic Memory' proved the theory true even more.
He doubted doubt he'd actually miss them if he wouldn't have had a photographic memory and read articles about it. Psychology was something that he observed as quite useful, especially since it helped with the act of manipulation or torture, since the physical aspect wasn't quite as effective as the other.
That also was proven correct in the article about 'The White Torture' he had read some time ago. It had been a popular form of psychological torture in the middle-age and consisted of the captives getting no sleep. Whenever they had been close to falling asleep, they therefore were forced by their the torturers to somehow feel less tired again, often through extreme pain that sent a form of electrical signals to the brain that they were in danger.
"Izuku!", Akiro-san said, her voice having grown louder over the course of the last minutes, it seemed. A side effect of his quirk was that he often got lost in his theories and thoughts, something he definitely needed to change. Keeping that would be a big hindrance, especially since this kind of people were seen as stupid or lazy, which would later on would stop him from getting a good job.
"IZUKU!" He flinched and looked at the woman before him. She didn't seem annoyed, which was a first for him, but worried.
"Forgive me. This is a side-effect of my quirk and I intend to stop that from happening, Akiro-san."
She smiled at him. "It's no biggie. Say, Izuku, I read that besides your mother, you have no other family alive, correct?"
He nodded.
"Then how would you like it if I adopted you?"
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Feelings that don't exist
FanficIzuku Midoriya had been an odd kid since he was born. He never laughed, cried or screamed. He was quiet, observant and did not understand why the people around him show feelings. The reason for this was the fact that he did not have them.
