The First Generation

Mess Of Her Own Making

Movement felt sluggish, and unresponsive. Like weights were attached to every single limb.

Jumping felt difficult. Like gravity had increased tenfold.

And it was hard to see. Like his eyes had been blinded and he had to readjusted to being able to look around his surroundings.

Everything made Izuku feel slower, weaker, and heavier all at once. He felt more vulnerable, and even with One For All surging throughout his veins, he felt weaker than he did when he was Quirkless. Like the world around him was bigger than he was, and towered around him, as if he were a bug trying to make a stand against giants.

He was in his Hero costume. His mask was undone, so anyone around him would be able to see his identity. For some reason, the hoodie that his costume was equipped with wasn't attached either, so he couldn't even try to hide even if he wanted to.

That wasn't even the first thing on his mind though. He felt a pressure applying itself against his chest and his back, like it was slowly trying to crush him. He didn't even realize where he was until he looked around.

Around him, amidst the black fog that enveloped everything, were ruins, and the shadows of people darting away as quick as they could. The city. He didn't recognize the street, or any of the stores or buildings that surrounded him though. They were all foreign to him. He couldn't even read the writing that some of the buildings had on the sides.

It was like the writing was implied, rather than explicitly stated. A haze in the midst of everything else that surrounded him. Indentations of buildings, and shadows in the shapes of people.

Everything seeming to move away from him. The shadows that made up the people were running, and the buildings, and the rubble surrounding them, seemed to drift apart. The haze however, seemed to come closer, and grow thicker. Izuku didn't move. Whatever it was that was causing the other things to run and leave, he wasn't seeing it. Or feeling it.

The haze seemed to concentrate on a specific point right in front of him, by his feet. More and more layers of black fog adding onto that point, building it up. It started out as just a ball, and then it began to take form.

A Humanoid form, with inhuman features. A protrude mouth, like an avian beak. A set of sharp, jutted, and ragged, shattered teeth, akin to rocks. No Human jaw. No visible skull. The vital organ of the brain was exposed for all to see, and there were no eye sockets either.

Purple charcoal. Muscles thicker than Izuku's whole arm. Bright red scars began to form, almost glowing. Skull knee caps. The only clothes being work, a set of huge, bulky beige pants that were cut off at the knees.

The Nomu.

Izuku's body moved before he even began to think. One For All surged throughout his system, and he leaped towards the humongous monster. In the air, he reached behind him, and drew his Bowie knife.

And aimed right for the brain.

As he fell though, something changed. Darkness changed, and the shape of the Nomu became something else.

Something Human.

Ryu Sutoret.

The person the Nomu used to be.

Memories of what happened during their first encounter flooded back. How he attacked Mina. How he tried to attack him. How he and his group targeted Bakugou. The hypocrite that he was. He deserved to be in jail.