Deku the Demigod

Capture the Flag Begins

Izuku sat down on his bed, maybe he'd been too brash with the brothers when he'd said that. It might've seemed rude, but they both are waiting for their father to claim them while Izuku wished his father never had.

Izuku knew being Zeus's son hadn't really effected him yet, but he knew it would be harder on him than others. Jason had told him how the monsters would begin to seek out for him, even in Japan. He'd been told it'd probably be fine till he was about thirteen, that was when most Demigods began to smell stronger to the monsters. Jason had told him how strong his scent already was because of his father and his already stronger than normal demigod powers. He already felt like he was watching his back every step, he didn't know if he could handle more.

And of course he loved camp, but sometimes it felt like his father's name was following him around. It was the unnamed pressure pushing all the big three's kids through every spar, every workout, and every battle.

Sometimes during a hard beat up with Kacchan or a monster that wouldn't relent he could feel his father staring down at him, breathing down his neck for better. He didn't need to meet his father to feel his expectations. He knew it was stupid, trying to make hsi father proud when he barely even acknowledged him, but he couldn't help it.

Izuku often wondered what it would be like being a different god's son, sure he still would never meet them but at least he would be able to get rid of the feeling that he was constantly being examined. Of constantly being judged by the clouds because he let Kacchan punch him, or didn't win a spar against Percy. At least he would feel free.

Izuku sighed running his hands through his hair causing the static to crackle. His powers had been growing a lot recently, he found his hair more often or not would shock his mother when she would try to ruffle it.

He sighed, electricity was obviously a new part of his quirk; however, he couldn't quite figure out a use for it in combat yet.

Though He and his mother had made quite a few observations about his new ability with electricity.

When Izuku had been younger his hair had always had static but only occasionally would it actually shock people, usually it would just be extra frizzy, now it seemed to never settle. Along with his hair he found himself shocking people and bouncing sparks off his fingers anytime he got excited. Luckily he hasn't had a phone in his hand when that happens yet.

Izuku looked down at his hand as the familiar electricity bounced around, sparking in his hand.

Izuku's mother had been telling him about his eyes too, something that never used to happen before he'd first started going to camp. Anytime he got emotional it seemed in his eyes there would be lightning dancing around in his iris for a second before it would disappear.

Izuku lied down on his bed in the cold empty Zeus cabin, he wasn't worried about his new powers. If anything he was excited, he'd already thought of a new name for his quirk if he started getting better with the lightning: Thunderstorm. Though he really doubted it would progress much, from what Jason had said children of Zeus never can control Zeus's lightning.

Izuku closed his eyes and tried to find sleep in the cold dark marble walls that surrounded him, though it never scared him. He was used to it. Zeus's cabin had always felt like someone breathing down your shoulder, confiding you into a small dark cabin and staring you down. Waiting for you to crack, to break down. Izuku rolled over feeling the constricting breeze blow over his face and with that he fell alseep.

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When morning came Izuku was happy to see that neither of the brothers took offense to his brash words the night before; in fact, they didn't even bring it up.