Moonlight Heroes: Tokoyami x Female Reader

Prologue: The Begininng

Quirks.

An unknown superpower that only a majority of the world's population can possess. Where only 80% of the population can acquire this special ability, whether it can be passed down from genes or come up random.

However, those who don't have quirks are quickly outcasts and looked down upon by others. In fact, in a world full of quirks, there are those who want to create a society the way they want to see it and want to rebuild the world. Those types of people are called villains. 

But when there are villains, there are heroes. Heroes where they are able to stand up against villain society and bring justice. Where they're the ones who protect the citizens who can't defend themselves and are quirkless. Everyone, quirks or no quirks, looked up to the Pro Heroes that fight for humanity.

Especially one certain person. He's most often referred to as the Symbol of Peace, but others call him by his hero name, All Might. He's currently located in Japan and takes the spot as the #1 hero. 

That's where I come in. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I too am a person who looks up to All Might. I wanted to be like him someday, not just that, but to be like all heroes. On the other hand, I happen to be part of the 20% of the population. Yes, that would mean I'm quirkless.

I had no special gift of my own to help save anyone. My dream was shattered when I found out, but I was lucky enough to make friends even though I had no quirk. They were the only people that never judged me and always brought my hopes up whenever I'm down. This went on for years.

That is until, I started getting sick when I was in middle school. The sickness I had wasn't even compared to the flu, it was so much worse.

It started out with the same symptoms you'd get from a cold: constant headaches, sore throats, and coughing. Which based on the results, didn't really affect my parents since they'd thought it was a regular sickness. Mistakingly, it wasn't when it started to get worse throughout the days with more severe symptoms.

Constant stomach pains and coughing up blood was a daily thing for me, but it wasn't normal when my legs suddenly stopped working. As if they suddenly went numb.

That was when my mom and dad took me to the hospital. Where I was held in the infirmary for the past month because my condition was new and strange to the doctors, which labeled me as 'unhealthy', 'severely injured', and a 'daily patient'. Doctors would constantly come in daily, do some check ups and tests as a precaution. Some even going as far as requesting certain medications and surgery.

While this was all happening, spending my time sitting in a hospital bed and wasting away, one thought went through my mind each day for that one month. Causing my poor self to feel depressed as the days went by, crying in bed at night, and having thoughts.

'Am I going to die like this?'

'I'm going to die as a weak. quirkless. human. . .' 

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No matter how hard I tried to push that thought away, it just kept coming back. Making me lose faith in myself when I started considering it.

Not even two weeks went by when I suddenly started making progress. I was suddenly getting the feeling back in my legs, was throwing up less blood, and my well-being was getting better by the minute.

The doctors as well as my family were utterly confused, seeing as how I was healthy as a horse by the third week. The tests had stopped but an investigation was put through as how many doctors and specialists tried to figure out what my body was doing, especially since I was supposed to be a normal person.

The past few days, the investigation continued which eventually ended when they didn't find anything. So they released me from the hospital but went over a couple of things they did find about my body; my immune system was better than ever, throat soreness and coughing has decreased, headaches were no longer present, and no trouble walking what's so ever.

Before my family and I could leave the hospital though, my main doctor that took care of me over the last month asked for another test that could be the answer as to why I recovered so fast. Which I agreed to, where I didn't know that the facts I was going to receive, were going to change my life.

When the test was done, my doctor came in with a smile on his face and let out a chuckle, where he started to share the details with my parents, siblings, and myself. Explaining about the x-ray he presented and a couple of blood samples, which resulted in the conclusion of my recovery.

"Over the past few days, Ms.(Y/n) has shown an alarming recovery rate that this hospital has never seen before. After running the last couple of tests and running blood samples, we've concluded that the only possible way my patient was able to recover, was because of a quirk."

Initially, this made me confused and didn't really understand a thing when he said that. But after a minute of looking over the evidence, my heart stopped when I realized all of it was true.

'I. . . I have a quirk? But how?'

"However, I do have to admit that when we reran the tests and samples multiple and countless times, the results were always the same. In fact, we believe that she could possibly have more than one."

'More than one?'

"More than one quirk? But isn't that impossible? I'm not saying that the results are wrong doctor, but how could this be?" my mom asked, holding onto my hand.

"Ma'am, even though we're professionals, there's no doubt that she could have less than seven or eight quirks because of the blood samples. It shows more than one anomaly in the substance but no more than six. So preferably, out probability has to be at least six different quirks. Congratulations Ms. (L/n)."

I was so overjoyed, shocked yet happy at the same time. I not only had one quirk but six individual quirks, multiple quirks. This stopped my thought process when I suddenly thought of my friends.

'What am I gonna tell them?'

'Will they be happy for me or not?'

Surely enough, I was dreadfully wrong that I wished it wasn't true. It turns out that while I was gone, I was replaced by another person with no quirk. All of my friends literally forgot about me and decided to just replace me with another quirkless girl. When I did meet with some of my friends, I told them I had not only one but six quirks.

This didn't go well when some got jealous and stopped talking to me. Some not believing me and started teasing me. Ignoring me and bullying me, some even going as far as playing mind games with me. 

I tried not to show how it effected me but how could I not! They were the only friends I had and they instantly pushed me aside for someone that was by far no where near nice. I just kept telling myself that I could make new friends, as long as I got a hold of my quirk and became strong like them.

No matter how hard I trained, no matter how many times I tried to forget, I couldn't forget about my past and what they did to me.

But all I know now, is that I couldn't change it, but I could try and change my future.