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Izuku forced down tears, his former hero’s withered back retreating down the stairs of building.
‘No, I’m sorry but without power… it is impossible to become a hero.’
Izuku’s body was wracked with sobs as he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as the pain of rejection from one who promoted acceptance filled his body.
It took all of his strength not to wail and scream. To not curse the man, he had once idolised.
The tears fell for minutes, and the scream never escaped his throat.
The pain was still there though.
Izuku trudged his way down the stairs All Might had taken, exhaustion marring his frame as he went.
Rimu Hayaki groaned quietly as his gooey body pressed against the bottle, he was in. eyes blinking open he noticed a foot coming his way.
He was tempted to shout as a kick slammed into the bottle sending him flying, the top of the bottle came off and he found himself oozing onto the alley.
A moment of hatred washed over him as new information flooded into him from his other half.
He had valuable info now, and he knew just what to do with it.
All for One grinned as he heard the rumour which had been circulating for a week, the underground finally knew.
All Might was becoming weaker, and soon he would be easy prey.
A grating, raspy laugh echoed through his ears as Tomura heard the rumour.
A violent surge welled in him as he thought about how pleasant it would be to remove the immature brat from his plans.
All for One repressed it. Killing his protégé just wouldn’t do…
No matter how much he wanted to do it.
Izuku raked at the pale flesh of his arm, flakes of skin falling of the sun-deprived flesh.
A knock.
“Izuku are you okay?!” His mother’s worried voice echoed through the door, “You haven’t left you room in days! Not to mention not going to school…”
Inko paused.
“It isn’t good for you. You will be going to school tomorrow, and that’s final.”
Izuku slumped even further in his chair, pencil dropping from his hand, he looked back over his notebook.
‘Time limit, extended battles would be difficult at best for him. Large wound on left side, easy to exploit.
Ideal strategy, wear him down with several weaker enemies then exploit his weaknesses while he is worn out.’
Izuku shuddered as he read over the kill strategy he had made for All Might.
Deep part of him pulsed with satisfaction and the pressure under his skin receded. He sighed in relief, his headache retreating with the pressure.
Tomorrow he would go back into that hellhole of a school, things would change.
He blinked, his own thoughts surprising him.
He shook it off, after all, who didn’t begin to think weirdly after seventy-six hours of no sleep.
He walked to his bed and collapsed, sleep reaching him for the first time in three days.
Izuku stared unblinking into the writhing mist, brackish purple tendrils gently grasping him.
It is time. We will become one.
Izuku felt heavy breaths rack his frame as he woke, the strange dream haunted him as he made his way down the small hallway into the kitchen.
Inko sat in a chair on the far side of the small living room from him, she looked up from her book, sending him a warm smile. She must’ve thought she hid the shock well, but her eyes spoke a thousand words as to his appearance.
He didn’t care.
Quickly eating and getting ready Izuku left for school.
Izuku scrolled through the more secretive websites he was quickly becoming a frequenter of.
He paused, seeing a post about All Might becoming weaker, many comments on the post called the man a lunatic.
Before he could think he started typing.
‘@Number1HeroHat3r is right. I’ve seen All Might’s weakened form, he’s basically just skin and bone, sunken eyes, and lank golden hair. He has a huge scar on his left side, just watch his next fight carefully, look for how much more he guards one side. Especially over the last six years.’
Izuku posted his comment, being prepared for the torrent of doubt that would come without fail.
There was a sudden flash ahead of him and he let his eyes wander up without moving his head.
Katsuki Bakugou.
Things will be different.
Izuku sighed another bright flash filling his vision as the blonde boy walked toward him.
“Where in the fuck do you think you’ve been nerd?!” Bakugou shouted at him.
Izuku walked past him, not even bothering to look up.
“OI! Don’t fucking ignore me!” Katsuki shouted behind him.
Izuku kept walking.
“You think you’re so much better than me that you just ignore me huh?! Well I’ll show you! DEKU!”
Izuku froze, turning toward Katsuki as the boy rocketed toward him, boosted by explosions.
Things will be different.
Izuku let the pressure under his skin flow into his hand, not even caring that this would probably do nothing,
Another bright flash, a vague purple-ish light filling his vision…
…
Katsuki was on his ass, blinking rapidly as Izuku turned and walked away.
Izuku stared at his hand as the teacher blathered on about things which they had been taught a thousand times.
“Mr. Midoriya, seeing as you seem to be so intently focused on your han-“
Izuku cut him off.
“The vigilante act was passed on December 2nd of 2163, the main focus of the act was to stop people from using their Quirks, at the time called Meta-Abilities, to do the job of the police without the relevant licences, however as part of the act they accidentally voided all other vigilante or police restrictions that had previously been in place, which means that even to today a Quirkless person can commit what would normally be considered vigilantism with little to no punishment.” Izuku stared at the teacher who looked dumbfounded that the green-haired teen had dared interrupt him in class.
“Does that about answer what you were going to ask?”
The teacher apparently realised he was gaping and managed to close his mouth. After taking a few more seconds to reset himself the teacher recontinued, ignoring the snickers of the other students as they listened to him recite the exact words Izuku had used from his class plan.
“Oi Deku!” Izuku sighed.
“What was that in class, huh?! Finally grow a spine!?” Bakugou was still shouting, “Just ‘cos you can school that teacher doesn’t mean you can ignore me!”
Izuku continued to ignore him.
Pressure mounted in Izuku’s chest as the blonde continued to shout at him.
Things will be different.
Izuku looked over his shoulder at Katsuki.
There must’ve been something in his eyes that shocked Katsuki because the blonde had suddenly cut off his shouting and now looked at him with some degree of disbelief.
Izuku turned back around continuing the walk to the next class.
Cold piercing violet eyes glanced over the comment and post.
“What should we do Mrs President?” One of the members of the board asked.
The president of the hero association looked up, “The one who noticed the tells is more dangerous. Delete this post and find a way to discretely… get rid of him. We will deal with the initial post later.”
“Understood Ma’am.”
As the other people left the room The President remained stiff, surveying documents.
“Who are you…”
“Mr. Midoriya.”