Quirkless Isn't Hopeless (Complete)

A Sky Of Nothing

Izuku was staring across at Chisaki. He reached into his pocket, pulling it out.

"Oh?"

Chisaki raised an eyebrow, staring back at Izuku, who was putting on his old mask guard, equipping it over his mouth, taking on a nostalgic fighting stance.

"We really are parallel mirrors of each other, don't you agree!" His voice bellowing out of his mask like a crow. He threw his arms out, leaning forward.

The gravel beneath their shoes gritted. Neither of them hesitated and bolted towards each other. Izuku tucked his right arm back, leaning his body forward. Chisaki lifted his arms out, anticipating. Izuku punched but Chisaki blocked with his arms crossed. Izuku's metal-plated knuckles smashed into Chisaki's defending arms, he broke off the attack, uncrossing his arms.

Izuku stumbled back, letting Chisaki go on the offensive. He went with an open palm, claw-like, strike. Izuku barely dodged, with the side of his cheek getting swiped, causing sparks to grind between the metal hand and mask guard. Chisaki didn't let up, following with a haymaker. Izuku almost didn't have enough time to put up his right arm to block.

Midoriya couldn't hold back a grunt of pain from the metal hitting his flesh, even with the arm support. The force caused Izuku to fall sideways but he caught himself, rolling back up. Chisaki was already running after him. Izuku stayed low, waiting for the moment he struck. He did, reaching out with his arm, Izuku caught it, and used Chisaki's own momentum to flip him over his back with a takedown.

Chisaki landed on his back, with Izuku rolling on top of him, dropping quick jabs, Chisaki attempted to block but a few clipped him, getting scraped up. Out of frustration, Chisaki thrusted his arm out in the same claw shape, it caught Izuku's left forearm, and Chisaki buried his metal fingers, almost tendrils, into Izuku.

"Agh!"

Chisaki used that distraction, trying to get a punch out, hitting Izuku's jaw. Although it was protected, it was enough force to help throw Izuku off, also pulling his fingers out of Izuku's flesh, spilling blood.

Izuku landed next to Chisaki, gripping his own left arm in pain but forced himself to ignore it. Both were getting up. Izuku threw himself at Chisaki, lifting his body with an uppercut into Chisaki's gut.

"Gwah!" He coughed out spit, seeping out of his mask, gasping for air. Izuku tried to follow up, but Chisaki swiped with a heavy backhand to the face, causing Izuku to stumble back, giving Chisaki some breathing room. They stood apart, staring back at each other for a moment.

They both sprinted at each other with a roaring clash. They collided with unrelenting blows aimed towards each other. Izuku weaved side to side, attempting to evade Chisaki's metal fists, also throwing out his own punches that were deflected or barely missed.

Chisaki overthrew an arm, Izuku side dodged it. He did a quick step up, jumping into a flying knee, ramming his leg into Chisaki's mask and eye socket. Chisaki reeled back, clutching his injured eye with a glare, before dropping his arm, rushing back to Izuku.

Chisaki came at him hard but with calculated blows purposely causing Izuku to block a strike with his left forearm, metal beating flesh with a crunch. He held back the cry of pain, but his guard was broken, his boot skidded back, trying to regain his footwork. Chisaki went in, using that opening, unleashing a barrage of fists, forcing Izuku to go on the defensive, he tried to dodge, but lost his footing, falling on his rear. Chisaki went for a heavy swing, but Izuku scooted in and kicked out his legs, tangling them with Chisaki, doing a scissor sweep takedown.

Chisaki dropped flat on his back, gasping out lost air. He felt Izuku attempting to grip his leg into a submission lock, he struggled but broke free, lifting his leg up before dropping down his heel on Izuku, hitting his abdomen. Izuku clutched his gut, coughing out spit and rolling away.

They were both crawling to their knees, hoping to catch a breath. Chisaki punched the ground beneath him. "My ideals were correct! And I'll prove it by destroying you. The person who took all of it away." He forced himself up, then chuckled. "But then again, I took it from you too didn't I?"

Izuku stared at him the whole time, also getting up, he wiped his mouth with his wrist, not trying to reply, but his eyes were furrowed with his lips twitching.

Chisaki held out his arms in invitation. "Ne, isn't that right? Right?! I took your dream of being a hero, didn't I?!" He lowed his arms slightly, leaning into it. "...Oh? Or maybe deep down you blame Eri? It was because of her and her quirk wasn't it? You resent her. You do, don't you!"

Izuku's eyes vividly narrowed with intensity. He put on a burst of speed with his arm pulled back for torque.

Chisaki raised his arms as if embracing the violence he invoked, before leaning forward and contorting his face in anger, running at Izuku too.

"Midoriya, Izuku!"

"Overhaul!"

Momo was curled up on her bed, flipping through the photos in her phone, currently fixated on a picture that was taken at the mall during winter break. It was Todoroki, her and Tenya, also with Izuku, Jirou, Uraraka, and Tsuyu. "How could I have been so insensitive to them." She was about to let out an internal whine until she noticed that Izuku was the only one not smiling at the phone, he was smiling at the person who was taking the picture.

"It was Yui, if I recall..." A girl always outside looking in.

She dropped her phone and buried her face into her pillow, now letting out that whine. "I still don't know how he feels about her!" Kicking her feet on the bed. She groaned with frustration, pushing herself up and off the bed. She subconsciously walked to the window, she didn't look out. She placed her forehead on it, replacing his warmth with cold glass.

"What if I'm just her replacement... How has she never even mentioned it or show any signs when Izuku's around." She thought back on it. "No, the signs where there and they still are." She placed her hand on the glass, pretending it was his hand. "Oh Izuku, tell me, I'm being foolish." Sliding her hand down.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Momo lifted her head off the window after hearing a few taps. She stared up at the dark clouds. "It's raining?" A flash of light scattered through the sky before an echo boomed. "No, a thunderstorm." She went back to her bed, climbing on it, reaching for her phone. "I hope Izuku went home and didn't stay out late skating." She checked the weather reports, a little worried. "I should call him just in case." She convinced herself that she was just calling to check up on him, and not because she wanted to hear his voice.

She took a heavy breath, pushing down the butterflies. "It's perfectly natural for me, h-his g-girlfriend, to call him, m-my b-boyfriend." She scrolled through her contacts finding his name right below Iida. She winced weakly before ignoring the pang of guilt. She called Izuku, waiting.

No answer. She tried a few more times but it was the same result. She held her phone over her bosom, turning to the rainy window view.

"I hope he's okay."