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Aoyama's story: It started going downhill

Author note, Garçon is Aoyama's real name for this, since he is French he would have a French name instead of a Japanese name.  His full name is Garçon Scintillant which roughly translates to Sparkle Boy.

Upon opening their eyes, all they saw was this black abyss and their classmates. Confusion fell over the class, where were they? Was this the start of the dreams? Midoriya, ever the busybody, was frantically turning around, looking everywhere, at everything. He took in the confused faces of his classmates. His gaze landed on their French classmate, his face almost unreadable. The twinkle in his eye that they had grown used to was dim.

"What happened in his life?" was all that Midoriya could think about. His eyes hide a pain that no one here knew.

Suddenly, a blinding white light fell over them. Shielding his eyes, Midoriya looked back up to see that the black abyss had been transformed, the darkness along with his friends gone from his view. A prestigious living room surrounded him, with expensive looking couches and armchairs sitting in the middle of the room. A warm fire crackled in the marble fireplace, with new logs sitting off to its side. High ceilings let a fancy chandelier hang down, emitting a warm glow. A large tree stood in the corner, twinkling with glittering lights, colorful presents of various sizes sitting innocently under it. Snow fell delicately outside as the winter morning peered through the windows. A man and a woman sat elegantly on one of the couches, waiting, but for what?

As soon as that question was asked, a young Aoyama came racing down the grand stairwell over to his parents, his blond hair bouncing with every step. 1-A watched as he jumped onto the couch next to his parents, ecstatic over what Santa had brought him.

Before he could open any of the presents, his mother calmed him down and pulled out a present for him to open first, long with a baby blue wrapping. The tag showed that it was from his parents.

"What is this for, maman?" The young French boy asked his dear mother.

"We got you something to help control your quirk. That way you won't be needing your quirk suppressants anymore," his mother gently replied as she took a black bracelet off her son's wrist.

"Go ahead open it," his father stated, excited to see his son's reaction.

Aoyama ripped the wrapping paper off with fervor, ecstatic to finally have that bracelet off. As he tore back the last piece, it revealed a box. Taking the lid off, he found a belt. This belt had a giant crystal like ball in the center, with little gems around it. The main part shined like silver, with a golden trim around it.

"What is it?" asked the young boy, confused about why he had a belt for Christmas.

"Your doctor gave us the go-ahead to get you a support item, something to help you control your quirk." his mom replied.

Support items were illegal for citizens to have, so the fact that he was getting a legal support item was news to Aoyama. He let his mom put the belt on him. It was a perfect fit, almost like it was shrunk specifically to fit his body.

The constant feeling of burning in his stomach vanished almost instantly, with the belt redirecting the laser in his belly button. Midoriya watched as his young classmate joyously hugged both of his parents as the room around them started to slowly disappear. His innocent smile was the last thing he saw as he was once again thrust into darkness.

Class 1-A was in various states of disarray. Uraraka had a slightly startled expression on her face while Jiro looked like she had been biting her lip for the past hour. They all had one thing in common: they were silent, unsure of what to say. Their friend had to live with a support item to help keep his quirk from destroying his body. The only one who wasn't surprised was Midoriya, who already knew. He shifted towards Aoyama, but before anyone could say anything to the French boy, the void surrounding them changed suddenly to a vast, luscious yard in the French countryside. A magnificent mansion sat at the top of the hill overlooking the green grass and trees. To the right of the yard sat a beautiful grape garden, with lush, healthy vines growing over their supports.