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Inside a misty void, a handsome man was seen staring into a translucent green screen. He muttered to himself about someone being mad, before he made a look of resolve. “I will not leave this poor boy powerless because of my inability any longer.” His voice held conviction, and a small sense of divinity that quickly dissipated.
The man tapped the screen, the air before his eyes rippling as the screen disappeared, leaving only a small swirl of purple mist.
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Midoriya Izuku woke from his deep sleep to a purple haze, that disappeared when he fully opened his eyes. The teen yawned as he stretched his thin scrawny body, blinking the rest of the sleep out of his weary eyes.
He glanced at his clock for a moment, before his thoughts caught up to him and he realized he was going to be late for school. He scrambled out of his bed, almost tripping over his feet to get ready.
He ran through his family home at the speed of a racing hare, only stopping to say bye to his mom and grab the sandwich she made for him before rushing out the door towards the train station.
“Aw man, I can’t believe I woke up so late! If I don’t make it on time, who knows what my teacher will do!? I can’t afford another tardy after what happened last week!” The freckled teen yelled to himself as he ran through the streets of Musutafu, Japan. Izuku had just made it to Tatooine Station, to hopefully catch the next available train only to have his hopes crushed as he looked on at the scene in front of him.
In front of the boy was a fight between a giant man and a man made of wood in some sort of flashy costume, that completely wrecked the train tracks and the road below it. Resigned to his fate, but still excited at the prospect of witnessing a hero fight right in front of his eyes.
In a world where super-powers straight out of comics and movies where the norm, a new group formed to help fight crime and keep the peace. These fighters for justice were known as Heroes.
Those who use their birthright of powers to help protect citizens who can’t protect themselves, a warrior every child aspires to become, whether for fame, glory, money or just to save those with a smile. These heroes use a power known as quirks to fight back the tyranny of evildoers and criminals alike.
However, no one person is born alike in this world. Even though quirks have become the norm for society, there exists groups of people who don’t share that luxury. Those born without a quirk, or quirkless, are a small subset of people who exist in the world.
And in this world where everything seems against him, Midoriya Izuku, A quirkless boy without any power of his own will become the greatest to ever live.
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After the villain was apprehended by the Arbor Hero: Kamui Woods, and a new hero who debuted during which, the Mountain Hero: Mt. Lady, Izuku ran as fast as he could, stopping to get a taxi along the way, to his junior high, Aldera Junior High, he arrived inside the classroom with seconds to spare before the late bell, plopping down into his seat with an exhausted huff.
When the bell rang, his homeroom teacher looked at his tired form with a scowl, clicking his teeth before starting his lesson.
Throughout the class, Izuku caught his breath, subtly flinching at the glares and overall feeling of disgust he felt radiating through the classroom, most of it coming from one student known as Bakugou Katsuki, his childhood bully friend.
Izuku endured though, at least he thought he did, until the end of the day, where everything changed for the worst.
Now thoroughly rested was sitting upright in his final class for the day, buzzing with excitement from the news he read on his most frequented Hero forums about All Might being in Musutafu. He glanced up at the clock on the wall to check the time, before paying attention to what his teacher If he could even be called that was saying.
“Today is an important day for your class, because this is when you choose what you want to do with your careers… But who am I kidding, I know you all want to be heroes!” He yelled aloud quickly picking up the mood of the class from how serious it was before. Some students started using their quirks flashy or not to show off how excited they were.
“Alright, alright, you guys know the rules, no using your quirks. Ishizaka-kun, if you would pass out these forms to the rest of the class.” A boy with dark brown hair got up from his seat and took the papers. After a minute or two, Ishizaka came up to Izuku’s desk and slapped the paper in his face before returning to his seat with a snicker.
Roughly 10 minutes later, all of the students returned their forms to the teacher and the man looked over them, humming in interest. “Well, it would seem Bakugou is aiming for UA High!” The teacher exclaimed, making the entire class explode into whispers.
“Damn right I am, I’m gonna be the only one from this shitty school to make it to the big leagues, so stay out of my way you D-list extra-“ Before he could finish, their teacher said something that made Izuku’s blood run cold as he had everyone’s eyes on him.
“It looks like Midoriya wants to go to UA as well.” He said with disinterest before bursting into heavy laughs that filled the room, getting all the students to laugh at the quirkless boy except for two. Izuku felt it before he heard it, a massive explosion rocked his chest sending him into the window, slightly cracking it.
“You damn Deku…” A voice filled with enough malice and vitriol to replace the oceans growled at Izuku, the rest of the class quickly shutting up. Bakugou Katsuki stalked towards the downed form of the freckled teen, who was holding his now bruised ribs in agony, not even realizing what was happening.
In the middle of his whimpering, Izuku felt a hand that had the heat of magma clamp down on his shoulder, the pain instantly drying up his throat. He looked up to see the blood red eyes of his attacker glaring at him. The sound of crackling fireworks drew him out of his pain to see the boys’ left hand sparkling with the use of his quirk Explosion.
“I thought I told you that your puny ass would never make it to UA, let alone be a hero, so… Give me one reason why I shouldn’t put you in your place right now.”
Before anything more could happen, the bell signaling the end of the school day rang making the ash-blonde smack his lips in frustration, glaring at the cowering boy before him once more before standing up and moving back to his seat.
“Alright class, that’s all for today, and Midoriya… Clean up your mess before I give you detention.” The sorry excuse of a teacher man said in disgust before walking out of the door.
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After a bit of time, Izuku finally managed to get up from his prone spot on the floor, still in excruciating pain, and gathered his belongings and prepared to the hellish classroom, when he was stopped by none other than Katsuki and his two buddies blocking the way.
“Who the hell said you could leave, Deku?” He asked, the venom in his voice almost palpable with how he spat out the last bit. “O-oh, Kacchan, uhm… I just needed to, uhh-“
Before he could stutter out the last part of his sentence, his body was blasted back by an explosion, further cracking the window he once again impacted. This explosion had the added effect of knocking the injured teens backpack out of his hands, landing in a heap right in front of Katsuki.
“Oh, what’s this, huh Deku?” The literal, exploding teen asked aloud, as he dumped the contents of the worn yellow bag on the floor, picking up the notebook that fell out. It was titled ‘Hero Analysis For The Future Vol. 14’, a new entry that Izuku had started earlier that day.
Using whatever strength he had left, the short teen managed to sit-up straight and force himself to say something. “W-wait, Kacchan, put that back-“ Another explosion shook the room, finally shattering the window in the process.
“Shut up you damn nerd!” Katsuki roared in pure unfiltered anger that echoed outside to the other side of the street, startling those who were walking by. “I’ve told you so many times throughout your shitty meaningless life, that you have absolutely no chance of being a hero, let alone make it into UA… Yet here you are, still writing in these creepy ass notebooks and ruining my moment!”
Izuku looked at the boy with wide, terrified eyes, wondering what he was about to do. Katsuki backed up and held up the other boys’ notebook with one hand, his other sparking with his quirk.
“If you can’t get it through your head that you will never be a hero, then I’ll just have to make you.” He finished with a growl before exploding the notebook in his hands, before carelessly tossing it out of the broken window where it landed in a pond with a splash.
Izuku stared wide eyed at the remaining bit of ash that yet to fall out of the air completely flabbergasted. The Ashe-blonde and his cronies turned around and began to walk away with a laugh, but before Katsuki exited the room, he slightly turned his head and began to speak.
“Oh, Deku.” He spoke as if he just had the revelation of the century. “I think I have an idea of how you can be a hero.” Izuku looked at the boy with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, that was immediately crushed when he saw the devils grin on his face.
“Take a swan dive off the roof of a building and pray for quirk in your next life!” He left while howling in laughter with the other two whose names he couldn’t remember. Izuku would sit in that same spot with hollow eyes, staring at the ghastly image of his former friend.
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Izuku was staring at the waterboarded, ashen remains of his notebook as its blackened pages floated around in the water with a sullen look in his dry eyes. With a sigh, he picked out whatever he could from the pond watching as the water dripped from the pages to the concrete.
“Damnit… What is Kacchan’s problem with me? It’s not like I’ll be in his way by just trying to be a hero, but I guess that isn’t good enough.” He began walking away from the school checking his phone for any notifications, his hope immediately souring when he saw nothing.
He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and therefore didn’t notice the manhole cover under his feet rumbling. “I mean, who the hell goes around and puts themselves on a pedestal when they tell someone to kill themselves just because they don’t have something. Like, how is it my fault that I don’t have a quirk, it isn’t like I chose to be born a useless failure-!”
Izuku was cut off from his rumbling by a loud bang coming from behind him. He slowly turned behind him with deadpan on his face, as his eyes pricked with tears in fright.
The sight in front of him was too terrifying to comprehend. A creature that could pass for an avatar of Cthulhu, tentacles and everything, was shifting its disgusting form while staring at him with eyes that shined with nothing but danger.
The scrawny teen slowly backed away and tried to scream, but found he couldn’t speak before his body froze in a sudden surge of pain. “W-what’s happening-“ His hunched over body was engulfed in a mass of gooey flesh, the stench of rot immediately assaulting his nose making him gag.
Izuku attempted to struggle against the creature but that just resulted in his exploding in even greater pain. The boy was still conscious, but he could feel the beast covering him latch onto his limbs in an attempt to pull his body apart. When one of the tentacles wrapped around his neck and slithered up to his closed eyelid, poking and prodding around at it, he could feel his strength leave his body, slowly allowing him to become exposed to the creature.
It was only when the edges of his vision began to turn black that he heard the sound of rushing wind and a familiar hearty laugh that he began to fight back harder, pain be damned.
His bones and limbs screeched against each other in protest, the pain forcing a scream of pure agony through his clenched lips, before he felt the wind and massive splashed of some liquid against his now free face that he finally breathed.
His newfound freedom didn’t last long as he felt his body fly through the air, skidding across the ground and felt his back hit what he was sure was a wall, that he felt himself go into the embrace of unconsciousness.
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Yagi Toshinori was freaking the fuck out.
He was out shopping for supplies for his budding new career in teaching (He was strongarmed by Nedzu into doing this.) When his Hero Pager rang with an urgent alert that was saved for only the worst of threats. He found a dark corner in the small convenience store he was in, hidden from cameras, and bulked up to his muscle form.
He didn’t have to look hard for the villain in question, as it barreled down the street in front of him, but when he saw it he knew the situation was much more dire than what he initially assumed.
Finally looking at the pager, his suspicions were confirmed. The message he saw said, “Any Top Ten Heroes in the area of Musutafu, Gate Monster On the loose. This takes precedent over anything currently happening!”
In an instant, All Might bound toward the monster, flashing his signature smile toward the civilians that saw him, though it shifted to a frown near instantly. At the height of one jump, he saw the magma like flames of Endeavor blaze toward the sky, before witnessing a writhing tower of flesh crumble to ash when the hellfire dispersed.
“So, that wasn’t the only one… something is happening, and I only have one answer for it. If That Man is back, then that is the worst-case scenario- No, you killed him with your bare hands. There has to be a reasonable explanation other than that… right?”
The man’s frown deepened considerably, yet when he landed on the ground and entered the sewers the monster just went into, he gave the civilians around him one last mighty smile, but it only felt hollow.
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After a long winding sewer chase that almost resulted in him face planting in a puddle of some type of sludge, (He shuddered to think more about what that could have been.) he blasted through the open sewer grate and cracked the concrete it was connected to with his speed. The creature was flailing about in the middle of the underpass they ended up at.
He gave his signature boisterous laugh to hopefully catch the creatures attention, but the only response he received was in the form of a young, agonizing scream that pierced the air.
Immediately All Might rushed forward and whispered one of his signature moves, his voice amplified by the power of One For All carried the sound across the area. “Texas… Smash!” His fist and arm blurred due to his speed, but despite that, his knuckles barely tapped the writhing mass.
For a singular moment, everything was quiet, until it wasn’t. The sheer force of his punch created sharp howling winds that sliced the monster to pieces, then the vacuum created by the displacement of air threw the world back into motion splattering a purple blood over the underpass and blasting the trapped civilian out from its dead grasp.
He rushed to catch the, from what it seemed, teenaged boy. When the boy impacted his gut, right above his injury, he resisted the urge to spew blood from his mouth, successfully limiting it to a small dribble from his mouth.
Yagi put the boy down, immediately switching back to his powered down state, and catching his breath. “I thought I would have more time, but that sewer chase took way too much out of me.” He wheezed. His breath only coming to him in strained huffs.
“At least I saved this boy, but I won’t have time for the proper procedure… Who knows how many of those creatures are left. I trust Endeavor can take them down, but if only I wasn’t so weak.”
Looking back at the boy, he noticed his face was covered with the strange, alien blood of the monster. Sighing, he pulled out a spare handkerchief and began wiping the teens face clean. Seeing as he didn’t want to leave the boy with nothing, he pulled out a pen from his back pocket and signed his autograph in the notebook in the boys’ hand.
After he finished the least he could do as a hero, he began the long process of waking the boy up. The way he did so was beyond unprofessional, but right now he didn’t have the luxury to care.
Toshinori buffed back up to All Might, when he saw the boy rousing from his sleep. Offering his signature smile, he looked on as the boy woke up, he witnessed something truly amusing.
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“Flesh…” A creature made of a dirty, sludge-like substance murmured as it skulked through the back alleys of the city. It was attempting to escape one of the minor beings that plagued its hunting grounds. It ran and ran, but at every turn it seemed thot one of the puny seedlings was there waiting for it.
If that wasn’t the worst part, every mortal flesh cave was infected with the stench of them, enraging it further. It tumbled into another alley, this time sure it got away from those pesky sacks of meat flaunting themselves in colors that screamed ‘Come and Kill me!’, when it was hit with a stench that locked its body in pure terror.
“W-what is He doing here!?” It screeched to itself internally hiding in the shadows, hoping it wouldn’t be seen. “-that damn Deku! I swear that shitty no-good nerd never knows his place!” A voice filled with malice seethed in rage at this ‘Deku’ person. The voice continued to yell, as a concussive force echoed across the narrow walls of the alley.
But, there was something off, something that made the creatures rage comeback tenfold. The more the disgusting smell of flames and destruction washed over the being, the more it realized that it was nothing but a meager imitation. An Imitation it would use.
Stalking out of the dark, it came up behind the faker, ignoring the lesser beings that ran away in fear of it, and staring the little fake down. When the thing looked behind it towards the creature, its face was the epitome of ecstasy. Before any further action could be taken, it engulfed the little being in its mass, forcing its viscous body onto it.
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Izuku opened his eyes, his earlier pain dissipating from his weary body as he felt the soft feeling of a tangible cloud on his back. He awoke to a dark sky flooded with storm clouds, yet he was calm. When he turned his head to the right, he saw waves that looked straight out of a traditional painting.
The seafoam washing against his back carried away any feelings of worry or anger, as he knew he was safe. Lightning struck the ocean next to his face and should have frightened him, but instead he reached out and grabbed the bolt, shaping it in his bare hands like putty.
A tall tidal wave washed over his form, yet he did not cower, for it was time. The rushing water forced his eyes closed gently, the world around him falling away like a dream.
His eyes fluttered open once again, yet this time it was much more of a struggle. He felt a steady hand lift him from his place on the concrete, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He looked towards the person who helped him up, only for the words of thanks to die on his tongue when he saw that it was All Might.
Izuku stuttered as he tried to formulate a thought, reaching for his dropped notebook first to ask for an autograph, only to see one already there. “A- All Might! Oh my god I can’t believe it’s All Might in the flesh! What should I- mutter mutter…” A few seconds into his muttering he heard the famous boisterous laugh of the man, any further words dying once again.
“Haha! Don’t worry young man! Just know that that villain can’t harm you any longer!” The freckled boy was briefly confused at what his idol was talking about, before he thought back to the creature that almost killed him. He was about to ask about what it was, but he was cut off before he could say anything.
“Sorry, but hero duty calls! Please get home safe my boy!” All Might squatted down and began to power up for a mighty jump, but Izuku latched onto his leg at the last second, his body moving on auto pilot because of the many questions he still had to ask the man.
Izuku felt that weightless feeling from his dream once more as they soared into the sky, flying above the peaks of the buildings and seeing the people turn into dots. His breath was robbed of him when he saw the beauty of the evening sky, and the way it washed the world around him in a golden hue.
The wind rushing against his face didn’t last for long, as he felt the Number 1 Hero land on a nearby roof top looking at the boy in amazement for his recklessness. All Might frowned at the boy as the teen caught his breath.
“Young man… what you just did was beyond reckless. Please, for your own safety don’t do that again.” He firmly said to the green-haired boy, earning a small squeak from him.
“Now, I must be off as I stated before, the door seems like its unlock, so please make your way down through there. Goodbye Citi-“ He was cut off before he could finish speaking. “Wait! All Might please wait!” He looked back at the teen who had a pleading look on his face. “Damnit, I won’t have enough time!”
“I just need to know… I’ve been put down all of my life for this dream of mine, and I want to know if I can do it, can someone without a quirk become a hero who saves the day with a fearless smile like you!?”
That… that made Toshinori pause, but the pause came at a bad time as wafts of steam come off of my body, and he felt a stream of bloody bile rise through his mouth.
With a burst of steam, and a cough that produced a puddle of blood, All Might was no more, and left behind was the emaciated visage of Yagi Toshinori. Izuku opened his shut eyes with a start at the sound, rushing forward through the smoke to find a skeleton of a man with a rush of blood draining from his mouth.
The boy backed away in fear, not recognizing the man in front of him when the steam fully faded. “A-ah- All Might!?” He yelled with a stutter, tripping over his own feet as the man sat up against the railing of the roof. “Kid- kid! Calm down damnit! It’s me, I am All Might… or at least what’s left.”
That revelation gave Izuku pause, looking back at the skinny man with a shocked expression in his tear-filled eyes. “W- what…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence when he was stopped by the man. “What I’m about to show you, is something that never leaves this roof… understand?” All Izuku could do was nod weakly. “Good,” He lifted his oversized shirt, revealing an ugly scar that made the freckled boy recoil in disgust.
“Gross right? I got this from a fight about five years ago now, still stings whenever I think about it.” Izuku racked his brain to remember any fight the hero might have been in five years ago. “If that’s when then- Wait! Was it when you fought that massive hydra villain?” He asked, receiving a strained chuckle in response.
“Heh, you sure are sharp kid, but no. That oversized lizard monster couldn’t have done this to me, no, this was a fight that was never televised, mostly because it couldn’t have been.” Izuku’s eyes raised in shock, before he internalized what his idol said. “Wait, what did you mean by mon-“ The man cleared his throat to stop his train of thought, internally kicking himself for his slip-up.
“Anyway, to answer your earlier question, ‘Can you be a hero who smiles fearlessly like me without a quirk’, the only thing I can say is kid… No. If a villain could do this to me, the ‘Symbol of Peace’… then just imagine what they could do to you. There is plenty of fear behind my smile, I just wear it so that others can feel safe in my presence. There are plenty of ways you can be a hero without a quirk young man but just leave the dangerous stuff to the pros.”
The hero kept talking about different professions he could get into, but Izuku stopped listening a few words ago. He stayed there on the roof for who knows how long, replaying those words over and over again, with the voices of others who put him down chorusing along with the man’s.
It began to be too much; he felt like his head was going to explode- BOOM.
A loud explosion that ripped through the very air rippled over the rush of noise in Izuku’s head, snapping him out of his trance. Looking around him, he grabbed his things with a muted enthusiasm before making the long trek down the building.
If he had looked harder though, he would have noticed the small puddles of water that receded into the concrete of the roof.
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Five minutes of running later left Izuku very out of breath, but at the site of the explosion. Around the scene, which seemed to be a destroyed shopping lane, a crowd of people were watching the scene in horror, whispering to each other about what was happening.
Because of his height, the teen had to push towards the front of the group to see a sight that filled his mouth with bile. Surrounded by flaming piles of debris and broken-down shops, was a mass of sentient sewer sludge.
But that wasn’t what made Izuku sick, it was the, what he hoped, unconscious people lying around it, and the ash blonde boy currently being used like a puppet with exploding hands inside of the creature.
To make matters worse, the Pro-Heroes on the scene were occupied by smaller offshoots of the creature that prevented them from dealing with the main threat. His legs moved before he could think, the inherent need to save superseding any of his more rational thoughts.
A shout of “Hey- Stop Kid, you’re gonna get yourself killed!” from Death Arms brought him back to the action and made him realize what he was doing.
Deciding that he was in too far to stop now, he faced forward and ran. On his way to the creature, he was intercepted by a few smaller blobs of sludge that he ran past, not noticing how they came together behind him.
Grabbing a decently sized rock from the ground, he wound up and threw it directly into the eye of the creature hold his bully friend, catching its attention.
When the monster finally noticed his presence, he threw another rock, and another. Izuku threw at least 15 rocks into the blobs eyes, but one thing he didn’t notice was how the rocks either left a trail of lighting or water as they flew through the air.
Eventually the captor was stunned enough that Izuku could pull Bakugou Katsuki out from its grasp. As he turned to run back while supporting the boy, he finally noticed the other mass of equal size blocking the two teens way back.
“N-no…” He whispered to himself, rousing the boy next to him into partial consciousness. “D-deku… hold up my arm…” The boy rasped from dehydration. Following the instructions given to him, he held up Katsuki’s arm, this time noticing the ring of water around his own wrist.
Ignoring it for the time being, he held both of their arms up at the blob blocking their escape, his eyes open enough to witness the water around his wrist spinning faster and moving to cover the other boy’s hand as well, forming a vortex.
Katsuki used the rest of the strength in his body to fling his nitroglycerin-like sweat forward, before activating his quirk to start a spark. The crowd and Pro-Heroes watching as the two teens almost got crushed on two sides only heard a single thing said before their vision went white.
Izuku and Katsuki’s words flowed from their mouth, not really understanding their meaning.
“Unison Raid: Storm and Fire Gods’ Volcanic Storm!”
They said together, before everything stopped.
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The impact shook the whole of Japan. All across the nation, citizens everywhere reported feeling an earthquake that had enough power to scar the heavens.
Many news teams set out toward Musutafu, the suspected epicenter to find out more information. The head of the HPSC, however, was sitting in a meeting room with the country’s top ten heroes excluding All Might, the person of interest for the meeting currently happening.
“What the hell do you mean he ‘Disappeared after a bright flash of light consumed the entire shopping corner’!? If you chuckle fucks can’t find him and those two kids by the end of the week then you can kiss your careers goodbye!”
Contrary to the woman usually shown in interviews and meetings, the real Madame President was a woman no older than 25 with the temper of a pissed off chihuahua.
Edgeshot, the Number 6 Hero calmly responded to her demand. “Madame President, I understand your frustration, but you never let me finish. My network of sources has the knowledge of where both of the children and All Might are, in fact, they are in the same location.” He said to the woman, making her calm down marginally.
Taking a deep breath, she looked back to the Ninja Hero. “Well, if you know where they are, then why have you not brought them here?” She said as professionally as possible, still gritting her teeth in anger.
“I can answer that for you, Madame President.” The woman known as Ryukyu, the Dragoon Hero and also Number 9 in terms of ranking, spoke up, making everyone in the room look toward her.
“The reason why despite knowing their location we cannot bring them back to Japan, let alone interact with them, is due to the fact that they are in the land of the Gods.”
This revelation made everyone’s eyes widen to varying degrees, Madame President being at the top. “W-what the hell is my life… Not only did the Number 1 Hero get booted off to the Gods for who knows what, but two children are there with him after they performed the highest feat of magic known to mankind… I need to go into hiding, I- I can’t stay here, or the Clock Tower will surely have my head-!” Her ramblings were cut off by Hawks banging his head on the table.
“Hey little lady, can you not have an existential crisis while we are in the middle of one of, if not the, most important meetings in all of history?” The blonde winged man interjected, his sentiments silently shared through all of the meetings participants.
It was then that the acting Number 1 Hero Endeavor spoke up. “I agree with Hawks, especially considering two other students were sent to the Gods as well, not to mention of them being the Yaoyorozu Heiress.” He said with a sigh that made his feelings clear.
Letting her arms fall onto the large table in defeat, Madame President looked up to the ceiling. “Well, do we at least have an estimate for when any of them might be back?” she asked with a slight glimmer of hope. It was then that Ryukyu spoke again.
“Yes, as All Might and the boy named Bakugou Katsuki were caught in the crossover, they should be sending them back later today, but I would expect Bakugou-kun to be dragged away by the Magus Association in order to discover how he managed to pull off a Unison Raid, the other three however…”
“What she’s saying is that we shouldn’t keep our hopes up about getting Midoriya, Yaoyorozu or Tokoyami back any time soon.” All of the Heroes in the room immediately sprang into action, flaring up their abilities
A figure hiding in the shadows of the room revealed themselves, their hood falling off of their head revealing the Number 10 Hero, Lady Nagant.
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Midoriya Izuku awoke in a void free from all except the stormy skies and ruthless seas. The boy would stay there, motionless feeling nothing just like the void.
When a massive being rose from the sea and a divine figure descended from the stormy heavens, he made nary a sound. Even when a valiant battle began around him, splitting the sky and sea, he did nothing but offer a small glance at the action.
It wasn’t until a singular strike that split reality came from the divine figure that the life came back to his eyes.
It was only when the tip of the figures broken blade came flying toward his head that he finally moved, however instead of dodging, he caught the tip of the blade and slowly but meaningfully inserted it into the sea.
When the piece of the blade was fully under the water, the sea rose, engulfing the boy yet he didn’t move a muscle.
He let the water consume him- no he became the sea itself. When he touched the ocean floor, the water surrounding him evaporated, the molecules rising to the sky as if in worship. Every step he took forward, the treacherous sky flowed down towards the ground, the heavens themselves bowing to him.
The cloud of storm condensed into a ball that hovered in front of him at his final step, taking the final action, he consumed it whole.
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Tokoyami Fumikage awoke to the hustle and bustle of a mighty banquet, one he was happy to partake in.
The assortments of divine cuisine pleased his soul, providing a soothing warmth when it entered his gullet. After a while of small talk with his fellow banquet participants, he excused himself to get some fresh air.
He left the hall and exited to an airy balcony. Here he would close his eyes and think about his life. He would daydream about his older sister and his twin brother bickering about something or other while he and their father watched in amusement.
Before long, he would think back to darker times.
He thought back to the time when his foolish brother played another trick, this time one that went even too far for his own tastes and was banished to the mortal realm. The good thing about it though, was that he kept up with his brothers escapades.
His most recent as far as he could remember, was when he had slain a 9-headed serpent that plagued a small water-side village. Last he heard, he was going to attempt to earn back his divinity by proving he had changed for the better.
He certainly hoped he had changed.
When his eyes opened again, instead of the bright joyful sun, he was met with the dark and mystical moon. Mother had always told him stories about the moon on the mortal realm, and how its power was extraordinary…
He breathed in the cold night air before moving to enter the banquet hall once more. Before he fully made it inside, however, he gave the white moon one last glance.
Pain. His world was filled with a pain like no other. His eyes were tunneling in on the moon, and he couldn’t stop them. The last words before it all went dark were about his family.
The beast rampaged, destroying not just the banquet hall, but all of the surrounding area. Nothing could be done to save the townsfolk, let alone stop the beast. The howls echoed through the land for hours, until the divine light struck it down.
When Fumikage opened his eyes again, he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful the moon was.
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Yaoyorozu Momo was tired. Inside this damp cave, she could think of nothing but her two foolish younger brothers. Both, despite their intentions being good or not, could not stay. The others wouldn’t allow it she thought.
Despite how important they were to her, she couldn’t overlook their unruly conduct.
Her feelings were mixed on the issue, something not fit for a princess, so she locked herself here until all of her thoughts were in order, though the process was taking much longer than she thought. It had been who knows how many weeks or even months since she saw the outside world.
No. She wouldn’t give herself into frivolities until she was certain her mind would sway no longer. So, she sat there, thinking thoughts in this damp dark cave until they exited her mind.
During this time, a small part of her began to think about the memories she shared with her siblings.
Her thinking was interrupted by the sound of drums and shamisen, but she had to be imagining those, right?
It wasn’t like the others would be enjoying themselves to such a degree while three of them were away, especially right outside of her self-induced seclusion chamber… right?
She stayed sat, there, her thoughts becoming harder to manage and her worries infecting her mind, until she stood up. On shaky legs, she walked over to the sealed cave entrance, hearing exactly the thing she feared.
They were celebrating the arrival of someone new, someone that rivaled her in beauty there to replace her.
Removing the constraints that held the cave locked, she moved the rock holding it closed enough to see just a sliver of the outside. What met her eyes was a beautiful girl that she knew she held no candle to.
Fully moving the boulder enough for her to leave, she saw that there was no other woman, just a mirror that reflected her face.
Stunned by her revelation, she was surprised when a pair of arms pulled her out of the cave and she saw the happy smiles of her friends, and the visages of her brothers smiling softly.
All of her emotions caught up to her at once, all culminating in a teary smile that brought light back into an empty world.
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“So… How are you guys?” Izuku immediately regretted asking that to his sib- new friends that he met in this strange place.
One thing all three of the teens shared in common was their displacement from their family, and the strange sense of familiarity they felt with each other.
“Well Su- Midoriya… I just feel lost, like-“ “Like you know what’s going on, but feel too uncomfortable to say it lost?” Both Yaoyorozu and he looked over to the raven headed teen standing next to them with both of his hands covering his beak.
The group settled into an uncomfortable silence after that outburst, all of them too socially inept to know what to say.
They all stared at each other, waiting for someone to bring up the massive elephant in the room, kind of like a challenge until Izuku cracked.
“So, we all have the powers of three Japanese deities who were siblings, and because of that we basically became them which makes us siblings as we can see by the urge we all have to either call us by the-“ And he delved into a mutter spree explaining how they were now siblings and gods because they have the powers of gods that were siblings.
When he stopped talking, Izuku expected to get called weird or creepy, but neither of those things happened. Instead, he saw both of his siblings- friends damnit! Deep in thought after hearing what he had to say.
Finally, Yaoyorozu decided to speak up. “Yes, that would make the most sense, considering all three of us saw ourselves in the most famous myths of Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi and Susanoo… However, that doesn’t explain why it’s the three of us here…”
With that food for thought, the three began to speculate on why they might be here, and where they are in the first place. Deciding they wouldn’t get far without at least getting to know each other first, they started by introducing themselves.
Yaoyorozu started off, catching them both off guard when she mentioned her quirk, Creation. Izuku gushed over how it worked, while Tokoyami just gave her a complement, embarrassing the heiress.
Tokoyami went next, giving his basic interest before showing off his quirk, Dark Shadow.
Finally, it was Izuku’s turn, and he talked about how he did analysis on heroes and quirks, feeling comfortable enough to talk about his hobbies.
“… And that’s it.” When he felt he talked long enough, he moved back into silence, only to pause when he saw the expectant look on the others’ faces.
Getting what they meant, he looked down to his hands, staring intently at his wrists. “I, uh, don’t really know what my quirk is… When I went to the doctor’s office at 4, they told me I was quirkless, but now I don’t know what to think.” He told the two. The teen was surprised when Tokoyami laid a hand on his shoulder and stared into his eyes.
“Let me guess, you were bullied for your perceived quirklessness and told you didn’t matter in life and were going to fail at every turn?” He said seriously.
Yaoyorozu gasped in horror when Izuku nodded sullenly, tentatively rushing up and wrapping the boy in a tight hug. He stiffened but sighed in her arms due to how her sisterly touch warmed his heart. A few seconds later, Tokoyami joined the hug, telling the two of his struggle and discrimination due to his mutation.
These small actions resulted in the trio bonding together, sharing their own trauma and mistreatment. Momo, as the girl insisted they called her, had to go through all of her life not having many people to interact with due to her status as the sole heiress to the Yaoyorozu fortune, and the many things she regretted doing to cut off the stigma.
Fumikage, or Fumi, and his suffering for having a perceived villainous quirk, along with the constant harassment over his mutations, which led him through a path of strife eventually turning himself into a loner and NEET to get away from it all.
And perhaps the worst of them all, Izuku talked about his life living as a quirkless kid. The constant bullying, harassment, and overall borderline torture he faced from his teachers, classmates, neighbors and even people he thought to be his closest friends.
The three laughed and cried at their memories, the good and the bad. Eventually, Fumikage and Momo convinced Izuku to try and activate his quirk, all of them spending time to brainstorm how he possibly could do so.
“Alright, if this doesn’t work, then I don’t know what will-!” Izuku muttered to himself as he focused on not just on what he felt back against that sludge monster, but also the feeling he got from the myth about Susanoo slaying Yamato no Orochi.
A bit aways away, Momo and Fumikage were cheering him on in their own ways, giving him all the motivation he needed. He focused on the relentless ocean simmering just beneath his skin, the storm coursing through his veins and the cool steel that mastered both.
A torrent of rough waves flowed from his body, forming a vertical vortex that secluded his form. Overhead, rolling storm clouds rained down divine lightning, each time a bolt struck the tidal wave of the sea, the flash of a figure in armor holding a broken blade was shown briefly.
With on slice that could be felt rippling through the realm, everything dissipated, leaving only Midoriya Izuku standing there in an open white kimono that showed off his slightly scrawny chest, that was held together loosely by a red wave pattern obi. Around the boys’ wrist were floating rings of water, and his eyes shined with a storm of green lightning.
Momo and Fumikage stared at him with wonder, which soon turned to worry when he didn’t move a single muscle, not even his chest moved, indicating he wasn’t breathing.
They were going to move to check-up on the boy, when they were ensnared in a tall torrent of raging flames and darkness that swallowed all of the light around it greedily, respectfully.
When the wall of flames faded into sparks, Yaoyorozu Momo was standing in place like a divine statue.
She also wore a white kimono, though this one was tight and flowy, with a red obi, except hers was accented with golden strings and accessories. The most eye catching thing about her though, was the sun-like ornamental tiara on her forehead and the mystical fox ears that lightly swayed in an unfelt wind.
Next to the heiress, Tokoyami Fumikage was revealed from the darkness to be wearing a white kimono with red obi as well, except, his had a moon partially hidden by the clouds stitched into it with a black string. His kimono was as open and loose as Izuku’s, showing off his slightly muscular torso.
All of them felt trapped inside their own body, still able to decide what to do, but not autonomously do those actions. All around them a mystic voice with a robotic tone sounded out. “Allotted time has run out, transferring consciousness back to physical form.”
The three teens felt bodies, their very soul being pulled from all directions. With one final tug they had control over their bodies again, only for their vision to be filled with a flash of white.
“It would seem our chosen are getting along swimmingly, right brothers?” A voice that filled the air with melancholy asked.
“I would have to agree, though yours is the most interesting of all, dear brother.” A terse voice stated, receiving a hum in response. “It is not just you who feels that way… I am learning more of this boy’s resolve by the second, he was fighting back against my control to the very end.” A voice with the tone of a warrior said, his comment at the end catching the other two off guard.
“If that is the case, then I would say this endeavor just got a lot more interesting.” The woman spoke, a playful lilt to her voice. “Anyways, see you both in the mortal realm… I look forward to seeing which of our three end up strongest.”
“So do I sister, so do I…”
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Izuku awoke with a short breath to the sound of metal being worked, rubbing his eyes and slightly groaning at the dry feeling that came at the touching sensation.
He heard the sound of a muffled rock song being played, before he sat up from his prone position. Looking around at his surroundings, the boy noticed that he was in a bedroom of someone, certainly not his though.
Izuku got out from the, surprisingly soft, bed he found himself in before stretching to relax his joints. He stopped before he could do anything else, looking at his wrists again. He focused like he did when he first discovered it, and sure enough the water rings appeared. Smiling to himself, he stopped focusing on them and watched as the faded into thin air.
He must have been making a lot of noise though, because a slightly rough knock impacted the closed door of the room, before a gruff but muted voice entered his ears.
“Hey kid, if you’re awake then take the clothes on the dresser there and get ready. I don’t know what Mei was thinking when she brought some roughed up into the house, but all I know for sure is you are gonna do some work while you stay here.” The voice, an older man it seemed, left from the door and retreated to some other part of the home Izuku found himself in.
Not one to make someone angry, Izuku hurried and followed the man’s instructions, tearing off the rest of his destroyed gakuran top and pants before hastily throwing on the new outfit.
When he stepped out of the room into the rest of the home, he found himself in the middle of a steampunk lovers paradise. Tons of machines and inventions littered the walls, some of them occasionally firing up to go do some task, another one taking its place just moments later.
Following the sound of a steady steel hammer, he turned into a short hallway that led into a garage, where he was finally able to meet his new temporary hosts.
Flitting about the cramped workspace, two people with pink hair in differing hairstyles did something or other on a desk full of things. (He genuinely didn’t know what half of them were other than things that did something, he had to figure out what though.)
Finding a stool pretty far out of the way and void of anything, Izuku settled down into the slightly uncomfortable chair while watching the two inventors work. As he sat there, seemingly forgotten about, he came to learn a bit about the two.
First, he learned that the girl who seemed about his age was this ‘Mei’ girl that had saved his life. The teen didn’t find out much of anything else, other than what they seemed to be working on, a car engine he recognized, and the obvious of them being mechanics/engineers.
He was musing about various things but was interrupted by a snap in front of his face. Focusing on the person in his face, he saw ‘Mei’ staring at him unamused.
“C’mon greenie, I didn’t dig ya outta that heap of scrap for nothing! Now hurry up, we’re going to get more parts!” Izuku didn’t have much time to think before he was getting dragged off by the deceptively strong girl.
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It had been about 6 months since Izuku was found by the Hatsume’s on Takoba Beach and had become Hatsume Mei’s personal scrap collector. The day after he woke up from his seemingly week-long sleep, he realized how close the Hatsume’s lived to his home, immediately going back home after saying his thanks and goodbyes to the Father and Daughter before returning to his mother in a teary reunion.
Throughout his time back, he learned the aftermath of what had occurred after his and Katsuki’s stunt. When he told his mother about the move the two had pulled to win against the sentient blob of sludge, his mothers’ eyes widened, but he just wrote that off as her not believing his story.
Perhaps the craziest thing he learned was the fact that he had been missing for around 2 weeks before he showed up out of the blue.
When the news of his, and his other two missing companions, had been confirmed, the Midoriya’s apartment was flooded by HPSC and Law Enforcement officials there to check on the boys’ well-being, while also being borderline stalked by media outlets looking for a new slop hit piece article.
During all of this, he had been exempt from any mandatory school work or participation, giving him more time to train his body and new powers. He heard a knock at the door, sighing thinking it was another official or journalist, opening the door with his eyes closed.
“Hi, what can I do for yo-…” When he opened his eyes to see who it might have been, and the words died in his mouth.
“Young Man… We need to talk, because what I’m about to tell you is very dangerous information.”
All Might in his small form was staring at him with his sunken but serious eyes. Izuku would prefer a journalist than this right now.
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To Be Continued…