Reborn from the ashes from hell

41 A pretty little story

Izuku POV 

I'm starting to regret it. My throat is burning, and breathing feels complicated. My eyes—I overdid it. I really overdid it—but somehow it felt good fighting against someone without being scared of losing. It felt good to just fight without it being some life-or-death situation. I quite like fighting without consequences; just fighting because you can, and nobody will be mad at you if you lose.

Though my lungs were burning, I needed some water. Even though the fire stopped, smoke escaped my throat. If I close my mouth, it escapes out of my nose. Why does my own quirk have to hurt me? I am just walking, trying to find the bathroom or somewhere where I could get a bottle of water when I see Endeavour. We look at each other for a few seconds. It is obvious that he wants to ask something or that he needs something from me.

Then he starts walking towards me.

Endeavour: Your quirk.

Me: My quirk?

Wow, not even a hello.

Endeavour: Is your father Hisashi Todoroki?

Damn, it was that obvious.

Me: So, a rumor about the Todoroki theories being completely random and having no sense is really true?

Endeavour: Your quirk is fire like almost our whole family. Hisashi Todoroki had fire breathing as a quirk. Nobody knows what happened to my brother; he just left, so I wouldn't be surprised. It's weird that a quirk is hurting the user...

Me: My quirk isn't hurting me.

Endeavour: It is. And you are burned around your mouth. Yeah, as I said, it's weird that a quirk is hurting the user, and we have a history in our family of fire quirks hurting the user. Dabi was the first one to get burned by his own quirk. Your fire can change colors, and we also have a history of family members who can do that. And I can see smoke coming from you; that also always happened to Hisashi when he overused his quirk.

Me: ...I do not have many arguments against that.

Endeavour: Not really.

Me: I do not have parents. I obviously had parents, but now I am an orphan.

Endeavour: So something happened to my brother. Sigh, I always knew it was a bad idea to let him leave. He had this strange way of seeing things and acting...

Me: I wouldn't say something happened to him, except going mad and selling his children off.

Endeavour: *cough*

Me: I'm sorry, but the child you are looking for is already long gone. You know? The person you are looking for doesn't have their own life anymore. Someone else owns them and every piece of their freedom.

Endeavour: What is that supposed to mean?

Me: The child was taken away. The name of the kid wasn't actually Todoroki; it was Izuku Midoriya. Your brother never married; his mother saw that the child stayed with the name of the mother. The kid was sold off to the Hero Commission.

Endeavour looked terrified while I acted as if I was telling him a nice little story. The thing is, I actually was doing that because I am not the same person. I can tell him everything about who Izuku Midoriya was because Midoriya was dead. Until there is no evidence that I am Midoriya, they can't take me. The thing is to find the evidence; the Hero Commission has to prove that the people who bought a kid still alive had him, even though they confirmed him dead after they threw him off a cliff. I do not think they want to tell the details to anyone.

Me: The poor kid. He lived there for 10 holy years of his life. You can say that these years were short for a kid, but if you consider that 10 years towards the whole life of this poor kid was like an eternity for him. So the next day they found him dead. Really shameful, isn't it? He hung himself and escaped from the Commission with his death. The kid was corded on paper.

Endeavour looked at me in horror, which was written all over his face.

Me: You know, the day after this kid, Izuku Midoriya, died on the beach with no memories of my past, I just appeared, and nobody knew from where. I had no memories of my past, no parents, no last name, and no quirk on paper. I had as much of a quirk as Izuku Midoriya. And you know, it's quite funny that we share the same name, isn't it?

Endeavour: You are... Mido...

Me: No, I'm not noted by the Commission. I am not. Midoriya is—on paper, I am not. Oh, look how fast time went by? I'm just gonna grab a bottle of water and get ready for my next fight.