Requiem of the Broken

Izuku III

Izuku stood at his old bedroom window looking out into the night, it was raining and occasional flashes of lightning could be seen in the distance with the accompanying thunder rolling overhead at irregular intervals. The multitude of lights of the city and what they illuminated the only things he could see. Something was coming, he could feel it. This storm marked only the beginning of what was to come, and a part of him feared what would be next. He'd heard the news during the night, and he had come here after his night's work. 

He glanced over at his old closet doors, trepidation and excitement flitting about in his chest. He went to his bedside table and opened the small drawer in it, extracting a small key from it before closing it again. He went up to the closet doors and his heart started hammering in his chest as he slowly unlocked and removed the padlock from the handles. He set it aside on his desk and put his hands on the handles. He stood there for a time, building up the nerve to open it up.

There would be no going back after opening those doors. If he opened them up, he acknowledged what that would mean for him. Everything would change, and he feared what change it could bring out in him. He stood in a precarious enough position as it was, and this might just tip him over the edge.

His gaze drifted to the storm outside though and with another flash of lightning and rolling of thunder, he steeled himself. He opened the doors of the closet and let the small amount of light from his desk lamp fill the confines of it.

The light fell onto the all-black uniform within, body armor hanging from the rack, the QSU patch on the shoulder, the assault rifle leaning against the wall, and the Glock holstered in the belt hanging from the rack. The ammunition rounds stacked neatly in the far right corner, along with his old tactical gear, the 3 smoke grenades, a single rubber ball grenade, and his breaching equipment all laid out along the floor in various marked containers.

The sight reminded him of his past, of what he failed to become and had become. Never did he think he would need it again, never did he think he would open these doors mere years after locking them up. Old memories, sounds, and sensations filled him. He pulled the Glock out of its holster and went to his desk. He set it down and just stared at it for a few solid minutes, before finally starting to take it apart.

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The barracks Izuku would be staying at for the next two years, was just as he had expected it to look like. It was Spartan, white walls, rough carpeting, a desk, dresser, and a bed. It wasn't all bad, despite the bareness of the room, it did have some books that were rather interesting. All the recruits were required to read them within a certain time frame, and would be directly linked to content they would experience in training and in classes. The classes were surprising to Izuku in particular, despite this being a facility to train paramilitary personal, it had various classes to ensure that recruits would be as knowledgeable as possible when they left.

At the moment Izuku was sitting at his desk within his quarters at the QSU training compound. He had just been accepted into the recruit training program, been given his quarters, and told to wait until someone came to round him and the other recruits up for a meeting. He'd already been through a couple already leading up to this point, but Izuku expected this meeting was going to be a bit more important than the others so far. While he waited he decided to start reading the small book that discussed many of the details about the QSU and its function within Quirk society. It was actually a compilation of two different books, one dealing with the evolution of law enforcement after the birth of Quirks, and another that was essentially a manual discussing the QSU specifically. It was a fascinating read, and it had started to give Izuku a new appreciation for the QSU and for groups similar to it across the world.