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being hit by some 1-c kids quirk wasn't on izuku plan to relax for the weekend. and the side effects of the quirk, well he wasn't too sure what they were. when he managed to get hit, the person had freaked out, sputtering out apologies - really, its fine, if izuku could manage to break every last bone in his body, he can manage some quirk, he tries to reassure them -
but even then, he never got any useful information out of them, but even then, they really didnt know the true nature of their quirk. - something about them able to manipulate memories and, or feelings. but the effect was different on each person. -
izuku would guess the quirk would have something to do with his thoughts he have suppressed or feelings he hated and tried to keep at bay. things he never once uttered a word about yet a quirk powerful enough could possibly do so, then it could have the potential to be a damaging weapon used right on the person they fight -
"izuku, you're muttering again." hitoshi says as izuku gave an small sheepish smile while an blush started to spread acorss his freckled face.
"ah, sorry hitoshi." izuku says, a bit embarrassment that he said all of that out loud.
"nah, don't worry about it, 'zukun. i could only hear bits and pieces of what you were saying but it was interesting." hitoshi dismissed with an girn before he quietly started to muse to himself.
"something about fights, and memory quirk and you? either by some miracle you got a memory quirk now or you, a trouble magnet, got hit with a quirk." hitoshi says before he loudly snorts and rolls his eyes.
"im opting for the last one."
"hey!" izuku whined with an pout, though he couldn't exactly deny what the sleep-deprived teen was saying.
"so, im right then?" he smugly says, the grin turning into a smirk - and god did izuku wanted to slap it off his dumb, but cute, face -
"no one said you were right." izuku grumbled, further pouting. "just, dumb luck for you."
"right, so, ill go tell dad that you're hit with an quirk. you should be around the others just in case it gets bad."
"mmhh but they're still sleeping toshi."
"you know the ones that are awake though. don't make me do all the work izuku." hitoshi said with an loud whine and an overdramatic sigh that made the greenett roll his eyes at his boyfriends antics.
"okay okay you big baby."
"good, ill be back in a little bit."
izuku watched as his purple haired - and mildly sleep deprived - boyfriend disappear from his sight. izuku knew the teen was worried for him dispite him not letting it show. but izuku felt fine - or as fine as you could feel from being hit by a quirk. seriously, he thought he should be a little concerned that he felt absolutely nothing happening to him, though the 1-c quirk user did say it had an different effect on different people. maybe it just doesn't work on him. -
izuku felt slightly bad going to pull his classmates - the ones that were awake - out the comforts from their rooms just for something as silly as him being hit with an dumb quirk that's not working. but he knew if he didnt, hitoshi would be upset and izuku hates it when hes upset.
kirishima should be up by now, along with ochacho, iida, and bakugo. but he really didnt need all of them, did he? just one of them staying with him until hitoshi got back would be enough. it was just now who would be the best at staying up with him.
bakugo, as much as he thinks as the latter as a brother, he doesn't feel like having a door slammed in his face. and iida, hes one of his close friends but he could be a little extreme from time to time when it came to situation about izuku being hurt and ochacho too, as sweet as she is and how understanding she is. they both coddled him too much and izuku hated being coddled and feeling like a bother.
the only person left would be kirishima, hes someone izuku thinks of as an close friend. plus izkus sure if he asked, that kirishima without an doubt, would help him about this whole quirk situation.
"i guess kirishima it is.." izuku muttered as he already started to make his way to the redheads room.
when he made it, he gave a quick knock before the flew door opened to show an wide-awake kirishima who wore a wide shark tooth grin.
"oh! mido, what's up?"
"nothing nothing, just, can you come to the common room with me or - uh, not i just, well, got hit with an quirk and its not a big deal since its not really doing anything but hitoshis still worried and uh -"
"woah woah, midoriya slow down!" the redhead teen said with an wave of his hands to extend his point.
"if you want me to come with you to the common room, its totally fine. no need to be so worked up!"
"o - oh. okay, yeah okay." izuku said with an grin as he rubbed his bushy green hair. it was much easier asking someone down to watch him than he originally had thought. - his nerves must have gotten the best of him, he muses. -
making it down to the common room, kirishima and izuku both took a seat down onto one of the couches next to each other.
izuku still felt a small amount of guilt bubble inside of his chest for asking his friend down from his room. he tried to ignore the feeling eating away at him, he really did since he knew kirishima didnt mind - in fact the redhead was in his own little happy world next to him. so he shouldn't have feel guilty.
izuku really did try to ignore it, but the feeling got bigger - almost suffocating - he didnt even understand why he felt sorry, but he did, he felt horrible from such a small thing and from a small thing he couldn't fucking breath.
".. mido .. "
".. riya .."
"midoriya!"
"huh?" izuku said, his voice sounding strained. he turned to see the worried frown plastered on kirishima face. he almost winced, he didn't want to make kirishima worried, that only made his stomach twist with more guilt knowing he upset his friend.
".. sorry kiri, did you say something?"
"yeah, bro, are you okay? you're pale."
izuku gave an reassuring smile as he waved off what kirishima had said. "oh yeah, im fine. no worries, i guess lost in thought?" he says with an laugh that felt forced from his throat but he hoped it relaxed kirishima from his worries.
kirishima only stared at izuku for a few seconds longer before he decided to relax his shoulders; but it didn't mean hed keep his eyes off of the greenhead teen. "alright, you worried me for as second. you looked like you were going to pass out." he says as izuku gave a soft hum as he looked down at the ground.
"sorry, i didn't mean to scare you.. or pull you from your room when you could be doing other things -"
"bro," kirishima gave a look to izuku that the greenhead teen havent seen before but he knew he didn't like it. "i wanted to come down here didn't i? plus you were up, and i was too. the company is nice."
"ah.." izuku muttered, feeling a little dumb and slightly embarrassed for over thinking things. he wasn't sure why he over thought something so simple, but he couldn't help his mind going into overdrive.
"mido, what quirk exactly hit you?"
"oh," izuku perked up and thought for a second. "a memory or emotions quirk. it could be both or just one or the other. there really isn't no telling what you're going to get, its different from person and there's a chance it might not work on you or that it mess' you up pretty bad.. it seems like an randomizer quirk or some type of wild card. even then its pretty dangerous if used wrong since if used on and innocent person - even villain - you can ruin -"
"midorya.. my brain hurts trying to catch up with your analyzing skills."
"o - oh sorry kirishima!"
"its cool, midobro. but do you have any idea if the quirk worked on you? like how do you feel?" kirishima asked as izuku could only give a shrug.
sure, he felt slightly different. a little more apologetic than usual and a little more sensitive and easier prone to an panic attack - which he haven't had in years - but he's fine, he's had days like this before, it wasn't out of the usual so he couldn't say it was the quirk.
"im fine, i mean, there's nothing out of the ordinary i guess."
"maybe or," kirishima says, "or the side effects are taking longer? you said there's no telling what happens when you get hit." he silently muses.
"oh, that is another thing too. im not too sure what's going to happen to me but i guess so far it seems like its going to be nothing." izuku says as another wave of suffocating guilt washes over him. if he experience absolutely nothing then he's wasting everyones time - it was like he wasn't hit with the quirk at all and then there wouldn't be a problem. if nothing happens, hitoshi would be upset at him for wasting his precious time and even taking the time out for caring about a nobody like him. aizawa would give that disappointed dad look and izuku would be even bigger problem child to him. and kirishima would be mildly upset at him for wasting his morning.
the guilt soon twisted into something greater - izuku couldnt put his finger on it but he knew it weighed heavily on his chest making the suffocating feeling stronger. if nothing happened to him, he'd be an worthless disappointment - like he's always been in life according to his father, according to the people in middle school and he knew people here at yuuei thought that too. izuku knew it was true, he was just dreaming an unrealistic dream. he'll probably wake up and be back home with his deadbeat dad again. -
".. midoriya, izuku, kid!.."
oh, was he spiraling again? his head hurts like hell, - and when did hitoshi and aizawa get here? must have been when he blacked out for those short few minutes. -
"oh.. hitoshi.. sensei, -"
"izuku, are you okay? you had an panic attack then blacked out." hitoshi didn't wait to hear what izuku had to say, he was worried.
"im okay -"
"mido, bro, this was your second attack! but this one worse. the other one look like it was starting.. but this, this was worse."
"he had another one?" aizawa asked with an quirked eyebrow.
"yeah, he froze up and and went pale. he even started to shake but i managed to pull him out of it." kirishima shortly replied.
".. so the quirk does do something to you, 'zukun." hitoshi says with an light sigh. izuku couldn't look anyone in the eye - not when they were giving him that look. he already felt bad enough for worrying them, then he felt as if he didn't have anything happened to him they'd be mad at him for wasting their time, which made him feel worse than he already does. the heavy feelings on izuku chest never let up - it feels like it was growing and he didn't know why, he just knew he felt horrible.
".. im sorry." izuku whispered. his head was pounding, his mind was racing to each negative thought that made itself known. - and each negative memory that decided it was a great time to make itself shine. -
( "im sorry ma'am, your son is quirkless."
the look on his mothers face from those few words made izukus heart clinch. no, not because he knew she was sad he was quirkless, it was because she was scared. scared for him - scared for her - scared for her familys safety after that one word; quirkless.
izuku knew why she was scared. he wasn't dumb, even for a four year old - he was too smart for his own age. she was terrified of him, of his father, her own husband, hisashi. his mother had every right to be scared, that man was a monster - izuku really didn't see what she saw in him.
"hisashi, hes.." inko took in a deep breath as she pushed izuku further behind her back, already expecting an bad reaction from the male. "hes.. hes quirkless." she chocked out with an sob.
izuku watched as he father fell into an deadly silence - that was never good - he took that sign to either fight or to run, he rather take his mother and run from this beast and live another day. but inko had other ideas, she turned to look at her son with an watery smile before shoving him towards the hallway as if she was silently telling him to go to his room.
he was hesitant, he didn't want to leave his mother - that wasn't what heros do, but she gave him a look that left no room for arguments. so he could only do the next best thing and leave to his room and listen as best as he could to what was going on.
it was quiet at first, soft murmurings at first - a good sign, izuku thought - but things changed, and they changed fast. he heard his mother scream out in pain and his father loudly yelling curses at her. there were loud bangs and crashes coming from the kitchen before things were finally.. silent.
silence was good, right? izuku could come out now, and mom and dad would be on better terms, right? - that's what part of him hoped -
when izuku left his room, he wasn't prepared to see his mothers limp, bloody body on the ground his father on his knees trembling and eyes full of regert and anger. so much burning anger and hatred.
"..dad?" izuku whispered as his voice wavered.
"you.." hisashi says, "you.. shouldn't have been born." )
"izuku... you're crying." hitoshi said as he attempted to reach out to izuku but he pulled away from the hand and moved farther away.
"i.. mom.. dad.." izuku croaked out from remembering the memory of his moms death flashed in front of his eyes and how from that moment his life turned from bad to worse.
"your parents?.." hitoshi softly says with his eyebrows knitting in confusion. he didn't want to ask knowing if it made izuku suddenly cry and wanted have space - it a subject he shouldn't touch, but he did want to know. but he knew he should wait until he was ready to tell.
izuku took in a shaky breath and gave a weak nod. "y - yeah." he muttered, "my mom died when i was only four and my dad left when i was twelve. but i think i saw somewhere he got arrested.. i don't know."
now it was aizawas turn with curiosity, why would his dad get arrested? better yet why would his father, leave a kid at the age of twelve to fend for themselves? it isn't exactly parent material. but before aizawa could ask what he wanted to ask, izuku had answered both of his questions.
"he killed my mother," izuku whispered - his body starting to tremble as tears threatened to spill from his eyes again at any moment. "i went to the doctors that day and got diagnosed as quirkless and i was sent to my room since mom knew things would turn nasty. i heard the argument from start to finish."
"i-it was calm at first, i - i thought things would be okay. but slowly, it got louder a-and louder. small crashes became big bangs and t-then.. i - i h-heard m-m-y-y m-mother cry o-out before it was quiet a-again." izuku voice heavily trembled as his body shook while tears were streaming down his face.
"..midoryia.." kirishima muttered as izuku shook his head and gave a sniffle - regaining some composer back.
"the worst part is knowing that i could have stepped in. dad.. he told me it was my fault, i shouldn't have been born. he left because of that, and because he had another uh, murder scare if thats even a thing.." izuku said with an sigh as he tried to wipe away the damn tears that wouldn't stop falling - he hated the cold, numb stinging feeling they left behind -
"it was the anniversary of moms death, he was upset, blamed everything on me and was drunk too. long story short, he nearly killed me and the beating didn't stop when i blacked out, i know that. but i woke up in a hospital, i don't know how i got there, im guessing neighbor."
"shit.." izuku heard hitoshi whisper under his breath. when izuku had the courage to look back up at the three of them, he could tell very well that they were upset in more ways than one.
kirishima, who usually wore an shark tooth grin and a bloodlust coming off of him while his eyes looked ready to kill his father. but there was also a mild disturb grimace in the twisted scowl he had. hitoshi had the same look as the redhead, ready to drop this hero shit and kill hisashi. the bloodlust coming off his boyfriend though, it was almost as terrifying as aizawas who shocked izuku, he would think out of the three of them he would have the level head. but instead, he wore a hawkish look while his hands were in a tight ball.
- maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell them? izuku started to think. - but it was too late, he spilled his heart out which did make the heaviness on his chest lessened but it didn't completely go away either. but he felt slightly lighter than before.
"u - uh.. are you guys.. okay?"
kirishima gave him a look that spelled out - did you not just tell us your dad killed your mother, abused you, nearly killed you then abandoned you? - while hitoshi just deadpan and gave a short nod dispite still wanting to choke the bastard who hurt izuku and aizawa just gave a tired sigh but also nodded.
izuku gave a weak smile at the three. "im okay, guys. its just the dumb quirk that has me like this. by tomorrow ill be back to normal." he reassures them.
aizawa gave another tired sighed and ran his hand through his tangled black hair. "i want you to talk to someone midoriya, even if you don't fully open up. it doesn't have to be an therapist, it can be someone you trust, a friend or an adult. just don't keep your feelings in. it'll leave you in a worse emotional state."
"okay sir.."
"and one last thing midoriya, does anyone else know about your home life?"
"kacchan does," izuku answered with slight hesitantion, "he grew up around it but it never directly effected him. he would let me stay over until dad would get mad. i begged him not to tell auntie mitsuki since she had genuinely liked dad and never saw that side of him. but after what he did when i was twelve, she had found out and helps me out with staying by myself."
"i see." aizawa mutters before he gave one last tired sigh, "alright midoriya, if anything else goes on, come get me. but take care of yourself." soon aizawa left, leaving the three teens to themselves.
izuku felt horrible about the whole situation, eveyone was in a bad mood because of him. - maybe it would have been better for him to be a disappointment rather than be the reason why his friend, teacher and boyfriend is hurting. -
izuku looked over at kirishima who once had a scowl on his face that was now replaced with a warm smile that brought comfort to izuku. taking a look over at hitoshi he could the purplehead wearing a gentle gaze with a smaller - but still filled with warmth and pure love - smile. suddenly, the negative feelings felt a little less heavy on izukus body.
"could we all.. maybe, watch a movie or something together to get this bitter taste out my mouth?" izuku hopefully asked.
"sure, zukun, anything you want."
"yeah, of course, midobro!"