'..then is there really any point?'
WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY BLUE
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Izuku Midoriya, age fifteen, was a bright child growing up. It didn't necessarily mean he had the best childhood, but that didn't ever stop him from trying to reach his goal of becoming a hero.
So, it might've been a shock to any who knew him to see him practically taunting fate by getting dangerously close to the edge of a building, only to whisk himself away by the fences, almost playfully.
He laughed and giggled like a child out in a thunderstorm, smiling his brightest smile yet, while his mind replayed the words his idol had told him.
'You can't be a hero without a Quirk.'
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Kizutsuku used to be a normal boy, in a normal house, with a normal life. Now, though? Now, he had none of those things. Now, he was a vigilante who quickly climbed the ranks of fame, but was never made aware of it. Now, just now, he was a boy watching the news as his name filled the air, filled the whispers in the streets.
He chose his name, shouted it at the top of his lungs, and let the distorted sounding word bring a heavy weight of anticipation to every person below.
He smiles, only the people who knew Japanese would see through him. Only the people who cared enough to read would know his intentions immediately.
Kizutsuku means Hurt, but he chose the name not for the reasons you might think.
Izuku smiles to himself, knowing just what he'd do next with his personalized dream, taking form in a way so many people would question.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Was there a better analogy to describe Izuku out there?
Was there a better way for him to explain his connection to Kizutsuku?
Maybe he should just tell the world.
Izuku Midoriya, a normal fifteen year old boy, was also none other than a steadily climbing vigilante, Kizutsuku.
"I know ok?!" - Izuku screams, he never screams.
Shōto flinches and fights the instinct to cover his ears as he stays put with his back against the bedroom door. Fuyumi frowns with the headphones in her hands, ready to place them over his ears, but for once Shōto wants to know.
"He's not special! He's just-" - the sentence stops, Inko warns him to stop as it often happens and somehow Shōto wishes Izuku wouldn't stop. He needs to hear it, he needs someone to say that word.
"I'm your son, you birthed me, and still I'm never a priority..." - Izuku says and his voice breaks.
It's quieter this time. Shōto opens the door and takes a tentative step outside, not really knowing why: maybe to confront Inko, or maybe to comfort Izuku. The entrance door slams and he's faced with only Inko. She looks at him with so much guilt she might as well just have killed a man.
"I'm sorry..." - she says and Shōto doesn't understand what she's actually sorry about.
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To sum it up: Tōya decided to run away from his abusive household with his sibling. Endeavour face a trial for child abuse that lead to his immediate hero career decline and incarceration. While Tōya manages to run away with Natsuo, Fuyumi and Shōto end up in a foster home. The foster family just happens to be the Midoriyas.
⚠️𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⚠️
• It's a boyxboy (don't like it ➡️ don't read it)
• Canon divergence
• Might contain mention or reference to child abuse
• ASD & PTSD
• Quirkless Izuku