The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Intangibility

It was an early Tuesday morning and Izuku was confused.

The violet eyed man's words were ringing in his ears.

"I can see you got some muscle there."

"Wow kid. I'm impressed. You're a natural at this!" his Sensei praised after one of his sparring bouts.

None of this was making sense.

He had no clue as to where he learned how to fight. He just did what felt natural.

He chewed on his lip before propping up a manikin.

Closing his eyes he imagined it as an opponent charging at him.

Snapping his eyes open he took the manikin and expertly flipped it over his shoulder.

He winced and shut his eyes at a cracking noise.

Peeking one eye open he saw the manikin on the ground, cracked in half. He gasped at this. How was he strong enough to do this?! How did he even know how to do this?!

A million questions buzzed around in his mind.

He shook his head to clear it.

He shouldn't question this. This was the one good thing the universe had thrown his way and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

Turning towards a propped up palette, (like the kind that they use on forklifts) he pulled on a pair of cut proof gloves he managed to buy from the hardware store and closed his eyes, imagining another opponent in its place.

He struck the palette swiftly with a series of punches and felt the wood snap where he struck.

The palette never stood a chance against him.

How is this possible?! He couldn't be this strong. The palette was new looking and had little signs of weathering. It would be impossible for him to build up enough muscle in order to be strong enough to break it.

Digging through the trash he managed to pull out a mirror he saw in the pile earlier.

Propping it he stared at his hands.

He tended to avoid mirrors or even looking at himself in general for he couldn't bear the sight.

All he saw was a scared, weak loser. A Deku. Someone who will never amount to anything.

But now he had to suck it up. He had to know. He needed to know that he wasn't going crazy.

That this wasn't just a bunch of coincidences.

That he was actually amounting to something.

That he had finally crossed the starting line.

He closed his eyes and sighed. Taking a deep breath he pulled off the gloves and with a shaky breath, he pulled off his shirt.

He opened his eyes and a person who he couldn't recognize stared back. He gasped.

He poked the lumps on his torso that looked suspiciously like muscles.

How was this even possible? He hasn't even been training for an entire month yet. The kind of muscle mass that he had shouldn't be physically possible.

What was happening to him?

He shivered from what he wanted to pass off as a breeze but couldn't.

No, this was something else giving him chills.

He felt like he wasn't alone anymore in his body.

That there was someone else there.

And it truly terrified him.