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Why doesn’t it hurt? He expected it to hurt more.
The flames lapped at his skin, Standing in the middle of the burning apartment complex, mother and father are gone. But it doesn’t hurt.
His heart doesn’t ache like it’s supposed to, he just feels..empty..
He never thought he’d get his quirk like this.
But here he stood, admiring the red and orange lights engulfing the room he stood in, the place grew unstable, Izuku could feel the apartment shaking.
The boy slightly frowned as he walked to the door of the room, ignoring the way the metal burned his hand. Walking into the burning hallway with a small content sigh.
He continued down the halls of the building, taking his time going down each flight of stairs, his mind isn’t racing, he isn’t sobbing, but now the boy had a desire for fire.
What an interesting quirk.
He stifled out a disappointed sigh as Izuku finally left the building through the front door, his eyes were kinda hazy, but it was easy to see the shocked faces of the pros and police. Oh hey, backdraft is here..cool.
Izuku blinked once more, his once calm persona quickly dying down, the boy doubling over and began to cough violently from the smoke he inhaled. Listening as a few medics rushed over and dragged him away from the building, a few seconds later the whole place came crashing down.
An hour earlier…
Izuku was prepared to be quirkless for his whole life, he was 13 and still didn’t have a quirk, but his mind kept shuttering back to the odd man that had touched Izuku earlier on his way home from school. He didn’t really see him, but the man placed a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, and just as he did Izuku felt something enter him, an energy of sorts.
The boy didn’t question it, simply getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth, taking a quirk shower, all that! And Izuku felt fine, although..It was so warm, it was cold today to, so why was Izuku so hot?
It wasn’t till early in the morning when Izuku suddenly awoke to fire spewing out of his mouth, and safe to say it hurt. He tried to claw at it with his hands, but when he pulled his hands away the fire followed said hands, what’s going on? Why him!?
After a minute the fire finally stopped pouring out of his mouth, but the destruction had already been caused. His room was engulfed in flames, and soon, the boys feelings seemed to dissipate.
Loud beeping. Loud beeping was the first think Izuku picked up on, did he pass out? Was it all a dream? But no, the ceiling was white, the entire room was devoid of color, Izuku felt devoid of color.
He slowly sat up in the bed, looking around the room, definitely in a hospital, which means.. mom is really gone..hisashi is gone- all because of Izuku. Him and his sudden quirk.
Izuku’s breathing picked up as his chest seemed to tighten, his stomach swirling and twisting like a raging storm, the boy reached his hands up to cover his mouth, ignoring the slight tug on the IV in his arm as he did. No. Please- not again- no more fire! Izuku hates fire. He hates it.
He leaned forward in the hospital bed, not making an attempt to stop the tears following from his eyes, focusing on not letting the fire escape.
Right when he lost control, nothing happened? Nothing happened except the tight hug he was being pulled into.
“Shh, I got ya little listener, just relax, it’ll be okay.”
The man spoke in a kind tone, a gentle buzzing followed foot, the buzz was..oddly comforting, it calmed Izuku down, but what was it? Who is this person
”I have to blink now Zashi’.”
”I think I got the listener to calm down now, it should be fine.”
At that, the hairs on Izuku’s neck that were once standing up, settled back down, the boy didn’t feel that ‘im being stalked’ presence.
After taking a deep breath, Izuku finally pulled away from the hug, the buzzing stopping, Izuku tried to focus on the figure next to him- but when did his vision get so blurry? Then green haired bit quickly rubbed at his eyes with his hands, blinking a bit before looking down at his arm, examining the IV.
”You alright kid?”
A gruff voice said, it’s getting easier for Izuku to tell the differences between the two people in the room just by the way they talk.
Izuku lifted his head up, looking over at the ..woman?.. no. He was a man. He turned to look at the man who stood next to his bed. The man had long, blond hair, which looked pretty healthy. The next thing Izuku noticed was the man’s eyes. Heterochromia was rare, and the man had just that. A nice shade of green in his right, and in his left a crimson red with just a slight hint of pink tones.
“Pretty eyes.”
Was the first thing Izuku said, slightly blinking and moving a hand to gently rest against his throat, his voice was raspy, and it hurt to talk.
”Thanks little listener! Although you inhaled a lot of smoke in that fire.. Here, do you want some water?”
The blond suggested, followed by Izuku nodding and being handed a paper cup. The boy quickly chugging the liquid down, Izuku doesn’t think he’s ever been more grateful for a cup of water.
”Fire?..oh-.. f-fire..”
Izuku asked, before it clicked and memories began to haunt him once more.
”do you..know how..it started?..”
“Not yet, but well hopefully find out soon.”
The black haired man spoke, he was wearing a simple black shirt, but had a pair of hot pink sweat pants on, what a look.
”I-it’s all my fault- mom- gone- a-and dads gone..all because of me..my room..destroyed..the apartment..oh all might what have I done…”
Izuku muttered out.
”Kid? What are you talking about? Tell us what happened.”
The man took a step forward, closer to Izuku.
”I- it was an honest mistake! I’ve been- q-quirkless my whole like- and this morning- these..these flames poured out of my mouth- and they wouldn’t stop- and - I - I didn’t know what- to do-“
That buzzing noise, it was back, the one that calmed him.. he looked up to see the twos faces, he thought he would see horror..but no, they were concerned.
“Listener.. Sho we can’t let him go on his own! I know we talked about him earlier- but cmon!”
”It’s up to the kid Zashi! We can’t just take him in without his consent, plus, we have to talk with tsukauchi first!”
Izuku just sat there in silence, watching the two men bicker for what felt like hours. Finally they turned their attention back to Izuku.
“What’s your name little listener?”
Blondie asked.
“Izuku Midoriya..S-Sir..”
“No need for all that ‘Sir’ Stuff! My name is Yamada, Yamada Hizashi, but I’m also known as the pro hero present mic!”
Izuku froze. One. The had the name Hizashi.. Almost the same name as dad.. not only that, he was the pro hero. Present mic! That’s just awesome! Present mic is so cool! And-
“Yamada is my husband, My name is Shouta Aizawa, but I’m better known as the underground hero Eraserhead.”
Izukus eyes widened even further, meeting not one, but TWO pro heroes!? And they’re married! HOLY!!!
Is what Izuku wanted to say.
”Alright y-yamada, I hope that’s fine.. but- I just burnt down an apartment complex- and I killed my parents! And yet- your not..taking me in..I’m a criminal..”
”You’re not a criminal kid. Terrible accidents happen all the time with late and early bloomers. Sure, you might have some community service to do, but your not at fault.”
Aizawa spoke calmly.
”If you’d let us, for some reason my husband had taken a liking to you, and..he wants to adopt you. But we can’t do anything unless we have your permission, so what do you say, problem child?”
Izuku’s eyes just kept getting wider.
“YES!”
The boy yelled out, quickly covering his mouth. The blond hero chuckled and pulled Izuku close.
“When..when we figure everything out, we’ll get you a quirk counselor- and whenever you feel like your quirk might burst, ask sho for help alright?”
Yamada said calmly, but still cheerful.
“Alright! Okay!”
Izuku yelled out as the two men wore content grins. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad..Rough starts never mean bad ending.