Past Demons Haunt Forever

Past Demons Haunt Forever

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TW: Swearing, mentions suicide, flashbacks, panic and anxiety attacks. --- Midoriya Izuku was done. He was fucking done. On his way back home after another dose of Quirkist assholes, he was hit by a car. And also ended up going into a coma. Luckily for him, there were some gods who seemed to favour him for some reason. They trained him for the worst conditions, which he actually ended up experiencing because the future had gone to shit. Basically, he was transported to a different universe and learnt to survive there. After a while, he was transported back to his original universe, where he decided to lay low. Apparently, that meant becoming a vigilante. --- "Izuku?" "Hmm?" "Have you lost your fucking mind?"
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Growing up Izuku Midoriya always wanted to be a hero. He was already off to a great start when his quirk manifested. His parents' quirks combined and he was able to completely control fire. He called his quirk Pyrokinesis. Everything was going great. He had a loving mother and father who both supported his dream. The only thing he wanted was to be a hero, until one fateful day. It was a normal Saturday, just like any other. He was on his way home from playing with some of the neighborhood kids when he saw his house turned to rubble. It was a normal Saturday, just like any other. He was on his way home from playing with some of the neighborhood kids when he saw his house turned to rubble. He doesn't remember much from that day except his parents dying words, the smell of burning flesh, and the figure of a man walking away. Eight years later he is living a relatively normal life. He was taken in by a Yakuza group and worked as motorcycle mechanic by day and at night he was doing whatever it took to find out who killed his parents. The only thing that seemed to stand in his was a ginger hair girl who was dead set on being a hero who happened to wander into the shop with her dad one day. Keeping up the facade of an average high schooler is tough when you're taking on any job that will get you info on the person who robbed you of a happy family. Note: I DO NOT OWN THE COVER IMAGE

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