Shikotsumyaki (DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

So this is kind of an experiment. I mostly write Harry Potter fiction, but I have been obsessed with this fandom for months and I just couldn't resist. I am sorry about my updates, but they probably aren't going to get much better for a few months. I'm kind of going through some shit, and I'm sorry. I hope that everyone enjoys this fic since it's been sitting in my drafts for months.

Enjoy!

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He never told anyone what his quirk was when he manifested it. 

It wasn't easy. While other kids his age we're getting their own quirks, Izuku watched passively, analyzing them silently. He smiled when Kacchan's quirk turned out to be an almost complete replication of Aunt Mitsuki's own explosion power. 

But after a year and a half of never developing a quirk, everyone in his class believed that he was quirkless. Kacchan, who used to be one of his best friends, had convinced that whole class that he was useless. He no longer addressed Izuku as Izuchan. 

It was Deku now. 

He was six when his quirk manifested. He didn't believe what was really happening at the time even though the evidence sat in front of him on the ground. After two years of doctors telling him that he would either never get a quirk or it was just to show, it was hard to believe what was happening when the bone in his forearm just kind of fell out. Or why it was silver and not ivory.

It didn't hurt. In fact, he didn't even know it happened until he realized his phone had fallen out of his pocket and he had to turn around to grab it. 

He stared down at his arm in wonder. 

And in fear. 

After years of being told he was useless, worthless, and quirkless; that he would never be able to become a hero; that he would never be able to reach his dream;  he had a quirk.

And it scared him to no end.

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It was easy to experiment with after a few tries. Believe it or not, it took a surprisingly little amount of concentration after he realized when he needed to do for things to cooperate. He managed to convince his mom to buy him a new notebook and keep his newfound quirk quiet. 

First things first, he decided staring at the first page in his blank notebook, he needed to get creative. Which meant extensive research on bones and anatomy in general. The library is his grade school wasn't very big, and Izuku got disgruntled when he only found one or two books on the subject. 

Luckily, he had a computer and plenty of money from his mom. She had asked him why he needed these books and Izuku didn't bother to lie to her on what they were. She started to cry when he told her he wanted to try an be a doctor, which was technically a lie. She was happy to supply money for anything that would lead him on his new path. 

Which brought him to where he was now, the anatomy book open on his lap and his notebook in front of himself in the grass. The book was no longer empty, but full of drawings of bones and the physiology terms and processes that Izuku vowed to remember. 

He got that imagination and creativity we're the names of his game, and Izuku had that in spades. 

Today, the page of Metacarpals and Phalanges was open. "So these, " Izuku mumbled, grabbing the tip of his index finger. "Are called Distal Phalanges." He hummed to himself, analyzing the structure of the bone in the book. He held his smaller hand up in the air, comparing the shape and size to the book. "I wonder--" he trailed off, focusing on the tip of his finger. He imaged the bone inside of it getting longer, he visualized the way the skin would split without any pain.