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Izuku was tired, much like any other day. His average day consisted of getting tossed around by his clearly in desperate need of medical intervention mother, Bakugou also pummeling him into the dirt, and the school just not doing diddly squat for anything happening in his life. And Izuku ultimately gave up with everything, and learned to not give a singular shit about anything.
He tapped his pencil slightly on his desk, staring tiredly at the professor droning on about basic mathematics. He already took notes of everything about the subject weeks prior, he excelled in his grades so he had no qualms with any exams or quizzes. But good academic skills meant nothing in this world of quirks.
“Alright, with the lesson wrapped up I can finally make a few end-of-day announcements.” The teacher tiredly announced. “As you know, you have to turn in your papers with parental consent forms to your designated school of choice, but as some have already delivered it early, I’d like to congratulate for Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku for making the cut on UA, I hope for your success in UA yadda yadda.”
Even as the teacher droned on, the blast of laughter and mockery upon his class hearing Izuku’s name was near deafening.
“Deku in UA?? That’s ridiculous!”
“Right? As if they accept a quirkless in their ranks..”
A loud slam echoed in the classroom as the students glanced at the source, Bakugou up off his chair slamming the desk in front of him, a large and vicious grin Izuku was all too familiar with.
“As if a quirkless can be on equal terms with me! Deku has done nothing but be absolutely useless here, he’s only making a joke of himself!” Bakugou shouted, having noises of agreement follow. Izuku just wanted to bury himself into the ground, he partially thought the teacher did that to just fuck with him.
“Alright alright settle down, I am serious though, get your papers in on time, or early, it can make or break your future.. I know it is a year early, but the earlier you get accepted the better your chances are. So please get your parent consent forms sorted. Class dismissed.” The teacher waved them off, not making any remark towards what happened earlier as the class would swiftly pack and trickle out of the classroom.
Izuku was in no rush whatsoever, the more he wasn’t at home, the better, but the more he was outside of home..
As he reached out for his notebook a hand quickly swiped it in front of him. Izuku absently gazes upwards seeing the familiar spiky blonde.
“Deku, Deku, Deku… Why the hell do you have this? ‘Hero Notes for the Future’?” Bakugou barked a laugh, “You think this’ll get you into UA? How about this neat little trick I heard, I think it will definitely help you.”
Bakugou roughly grabbed Izuku’s collar, the teen barely having a reaction with anything happening, as he kept a tired neutral face the entire time. Bakugou however, was grinning maliciously, as he leaned being inches away from Izuku’s face as he spoke:
“How about you take a swan dive off a roof, and maybe then in your next life you do get a quirk.” Before roughly pushing Izuku off and making the teen fall on the floor roughly.
For added measure, Bakugou planted the notebook between his palms as he let a wave of explosions burn the book. Carelessly tossing it aside as he made his way to the exit, laughing to himself about seeing Izuku on the floor, before slamming the door shut.
Izuku was used to this, he was far too used to it. Bakugou openly mocking him for merely existing, and no one on the planet cares about it. Izuku pushed himself back up as he slowly grabbed his book bag, and walked silently to his notebook. He noticed the book was fairly charred, the corners and front now a deep ashy black, the written title barely legible. He breathed a sigh as he picked it up, swiping off any loose pieces of ash before he slotted it into his book bag.
Izuku carefully peered out the empty halls, looking from left, then to the right. Seeing no one was in the vicinity he quietly slipped out the room as he slid down the staircase. He wanted to get home and just stay in his bed for the rest of the day.
He thankfully left the school without much trouble, and zero run-ins, which must be some sort of record! He sighed as he fished for his phone, scrolling through the current news before clicking a recent headline.
Strange sludge quirk robber at large? Oh.. it was near his location, but he doubts the guy can make it all the way here in a span of ten minutes on foot. Especially with Pro-Heroes on his route..
As soon as Izuku took a step over a sewer grate he was rudely corrected as a disgusting sludge exploded from the cover and immediately began to envelop Izuku.
“My my my!” A slick voice suddenly appeared as a pair of eyes gazed down at Izuku before a large toothy mouth appeared from the ooze.
“What lovely and youthful skin here! I’m sure no one would suspect I was in here for a few hours…” Izuku’s jaw was roughly forced open as disgusting sludge was forced down his throat, the taste alone making him want to gag, but with his throat occupied with the invading sludge, he couldn’t. He desperately clawed at the sludge, but it felt like his hands was raking through a tub of soap.
“Can’t escape kid,” The sludge spoke, noticing Izuku’s futile attempts to free himself. “you are done for, just accept it will you..”
Izuku wanted many things, one of them was dying, but like hell he was going to die like this. He was suicidal with standards.
But try as he might, nothing could stop the sludge user forcing the air out of him, making him struggle to breathe, his vision was fading, sounds becoming muffled and incoherent, he was fading into unconsciousness…
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“-y..d!”
What was that voice..
“-ey! y….are?”
Izuku cracked open his eyes slightly, overwhelmed by light he began to blink repeatedly as the sounds around him slowly became clearer.
“…-ey kid! He… you there?” He could feel a light tap on his forehead as he began to wake up.
“Hey kid! Are you okay?” A man spoke above him, almost covering his face entirely.. Izuku noted the large eyebrows, the striking blue eyes, and two golden strands of hair poking up from his head….
“WHA- HUH- ALL MIGHT?!” Izuku shouted in shock, jumping from where he laid and stumbling back. His mouth fully agape as he saw the Top Hero of Japan.
“It is I! All Might, I am here and have rescued you from the slippery sludge villain.” The Hero triumphantly said, striking a pose as he lifted his arm up holding a soda bottle, with the goop contained inside.
“I- O-oh wow..” Izuku stuttered and stumbled with his words, the figure he looked up to for years, the figure he felt could comfort and give him confidence in himself. Is infront of him, in the flesh. Izuku could almost pass out.
“Hey hey kid! Don’t pass out on me again!” All Might waved his hands in front of Izuku, in an attempt to calm the teen down, seemingly noticing Izuku’s stupor.
“Oh no no, It’s just. Wow. You are really here.. A-actually can you answer this one question for me? Please?” Izuku stammered, as he sat up from where he was crossing his legs slightly.
“I’m sorry kid but I need to get this fella to the nearest-” All Might began. As he turned around in the middle of his sentence. Izuku cut him off swiftly:
“Can you even be a hero, even without a quirk?”
All Might paused, turning back to the boy slightly, seeing the boy’s desperation for an answer. As he sighed, almost seemingly feeling pity for Izuku as the boy observed the Hero.
“I have to be real with you kid, being a Pro Hero is a lot of risks, and with villains also having powers, no quirkless person can shoulder the responsibility or risk their lives like a quirked Pro Hero. There are noble jobs that can be of use to help in some way, I know the police department is always looking for new hires. But to put it simply, no. You cannot be a Pro Hero.”
Izuku almost felt everything inside him shatter into pieces. His only figure of hope, even he believed he couldn’t..
“Wh-what..” Izuku spoke hushedly, everything seemed to close in around him.
“I am sorry to leave you on such a sour note, but duty awaits! Remember I am here! Good day.” All Might rushed his sentence, as he leapt upwards and into the sky, leaving Izuku completely alone with his thoughts.
…What a joke. He truly had nothing else, no one in the damn world cared about him, for being quirkless. Not his former friend, not his classmates, not his mother, not even the man he looked up to since he could read and talk. Izuku slowly lifted himself off the ground, staring into the sky blankly. He really didn’t have anything to live for…
Izuku sluggishly walked, his mind was fog at this point, uncaring for where he was going. He mindlessly turned towards an empty alley-way, he noted the fire escape. He hesitated, before beginning to clip the railings. The climb took about a few minutes or so, as he finally reached the top. He pulled himself up to the roof, glancing at the drop down to the alley. Well, it was sure enough to put an end to the misery.
He dropped off his book bag, not bothering to take off his shoes as he stood up and stepped to the edge of the roof. looking straight down. There wasn’t any reason to exist anymore.
With a single step, he began plummeting. The drop took less than a second before his world faded into pain, a flash of white, and then nothing.
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He opened his eyes suddenly.. Wait, he wasn’t supposed to be awake..Right?
Izuku looked at his surroundings, it was nothing but darkness, the “floor” was ripples of black water, but he felt like he was on solid and flat ground. He glanced down, he wasn’t wearing anything, his hands were foggy almost, with a translucent look to them. Was he in the afterlife?
Izuku glanced in front of him, seeing something in the distance. What in the world was that? Izuku hesitantly lifted himself from where he was, carefully approaching what seemed to be two pillars.
As he approached, he could see the pillars more clearly:
One pillar, which was to his left, had something green curling around the black pillar, with a strange flower he had never seen before. It was large, its pointed petals fanning out, but slim toward the bud, like some kind of trumpet, with two appendages coming out of the center, with something pink and blue on it. The petals were a vibrant gold color, fading into a soft light green. The flower was surrounded by lush grass, with some golden glittering lights floating around it. The other pillar, the one to his right was the complete opposite.
The right pillar had red leaves, with a deep dark purple vine of sorts curling around the pillar. The top of the pillar had the skull of a water deer, its fangs were also swirled around the red leaves, these leaves were a vibrant red before fading into a more mute purple in the center, pointing out into four tips. The purplish vines covered the skull, with a flower rooting from the center of the skull, directly in the top center of the skull. The roots tightly wrap around the skull with the vines. This flower was also large, but was open, like a sunflower, with five points, a blood red coloration at the edges, with them fading into a white center. Two dull magenta stems stuck out as well from the flower, there wasn’t any glittering light, it was instead surrounded by something only Izuku could guess was dust.
Izuku was finally close to the two pillars, looking at both of them curiously. However, something was drawing him to the gold and green flower. Something was pulling him to the left flower. He observed the flower, it wasn’t doing anything in particular, or saying anything, but it was beckoning him. Telling him to pick it up. Without much thought or protest, he picked it up with two fingers. The flower made a light snap as it was disconnected from the rest of it. Izuku watched it carefully, the little lights still glowing around it.
A sudden rumble broke Izuku out of his stupor. As the space around him shook violently. And a loud booming voice(s?) called his name:
“ Izuku! Izuku Midoriya! Izuku Midoriya! ” And everything went into total darkness.
He felt something suddenly snap into place in parts of his body as he felt a bothersome buzz enter his head.
Izuku jolted awake, groaning in pain as he took in his surroundings. He was in a pool of blood, his clothing completely drenched in red and ripped in several places. Looking up, seeing the building he jumped off from.
He distinctly remembered the dark space, the pillars, him picking the left flower and going into darkness.
He blankly stared, putting two and two together:
“What the fuck?!?!”
He was alive?? How??? Izuku lifted himself, seeing his legs. He was sore all over, but there wasn’t anything broken. He lifted a hand up, it wasn't transparent, it was here, solid, and filled with blood.
Izuku might as well have looked like a fish out of water for the several times his jaw dropped. He looked up again, it was dark, but it was noon just a few minutes ago..
He grabbed his head, it made zero sense.. He jumped off nearly five stories headfirst into the ground. He shouldn’t be alive..
Then the realization punched him internally.
“OH COME THE FUCK ON!!” Izuku shouted into the sky as he fell back on the floor.
He had a quirk, a quirk that wouldn’t let him die. It made sense, the doctors wouldn’t try to kill him to see if he did have it. And he was never in a position of death to know sooner. It’s always been with him, and he never knew.. All this time, the torment, the manipulation, the brutality.
Izuku bubbled a laugh from all of this, his face beginning to form tears. Of course when he wanted to die, his newfound quirk prevented him from doing so. He couldn’t help but laugh maniacally and sob on the dirty floor of the alleyway.
Once his fit was finally done, Izuku lifted himself off, wiping the tears, but it only smeared some of the semi-dried on his face more. He turned around and climbed the fire escape, hastily picking up his book bag and slipping down the ladder. While he could theoretically jump again and come out fine but for one, he had absolutely no idea how his new quirk worked, and secondly, he didn’t want to bloody his book bag by making himself a blood and flesh pancake.
He finally found his way back to his apartment, hesitantly climbing up the staircase, fishing his keys from his ruined uniform pocket. He approached his door, quietly inserting and twisting the key around the knob as he peeked inside, it was thankfully dark, his mom wasn’t awake seemingly.
He closed the door as silently as possible, locking behind it as he slipped out of his shoes before grabbing them. He needed to clean off the grime on them. Izuku tipped toed the apartment, careful to not step into a creaky floorboard, he was almost halfway through the living area before a light flicked on behind him. Izuku visibly flinching as he heard Inko behind him,
“Where have you been?” She asked sternly, as Izuku sucked in a breath and turned around, his eyes glued to the floor.
“You are disgusting, did you pick a fight with someone? Do I need to call the police on your ass?” She spat, seeing the blood matted on his hair and uniform.
“I-its-” Izuku could barely get the word out before Inko hissed:
“Is this your attempt to get attention? How many people will you keep hurting before you realize you will get nothing from it?”
Izuku screwed his mouth shut, biting his lip as he clenched his fists.
“Get yourself cleaned, I’m not going to waste more money on you. Fix your uniform, or buy a new one with your money. Now get out of my sight.” She huffed, turning around to turn off the light.
“I-I, I jumped. I-I.. didn’t fight any-” Izuku tried, before getting roughly slapped in the face.
“I told you to get out of my sight. Be useful for once instead of making excuses .” Inko spat, verbally and literally. Before stomping away into her room, slamming the door shut.
Izuku sighed. Rubbing his cheek slightly, before dragging himself to his room, picking up his clothes as he slipped into the bathroom.
He mindlessly turned the shower on, making sure it was cold, Inko never liked it when he used the shower, or anything that boosted the bills. Though he was slightly surprised Inko let him wash himself, judging by her “get yourself cleaned” comment.
He stepped in and took in the icy water as he closed his eyes, finally having moments of silence to himself.
He idly rubbed his palms across his hair as he thought to himself. Is his quirk an immortality one, or was it a hyper regenerative one? And that strange dark void he was in. What happens if he picked the right flower instead? Would that make him dead dead ? Since the left one made him wake up and regenerate his body completely. Did he really even die to begin with?!?!
It left Izuku with too many questions. And questions he really wanted answered. He turned off the shower as he plucked his towel, patting himself dry as he slipped on some clean clothes. He grabbed his ruined clothes, they were absolutely beyond repair, too much blood and tears that no simple wash or botched stitching to save it. He sighed, he will have to skip the day in order to get a new one tomorrow.
Unless I run away..
The thought made Izuku jolt, like he didn’t expect himself to think that.
Run away? From his home, his school, everything? He looked down at his uniform and gulped. Exiting the bathroom and entering his room. His room was bare, a simple bed, a desk, a small dresser, and some storage compartments and a window across from the door leading to a fire escape. Inko didn’t want Izuku to have anything else, and insisted he could stay with the same bed and dresser since he was five, and that it would be a “waste” to buy anything more.
His bed was painfully small, but if he curled himself correctly, he could get some semblance of sleep. The mattress sunk in with age, the wooden frame slightly buckling from the weight of someone nine years older than what it was supposed to carry. He sat on the bed carefully, glancing at his vacant room. Mulling over the thought. Since he couldn’t die,, he supposes it shouldn’t be so bad to run away.
Inko wouldn’t even care if he was gone, that was already clear, and with no point in going to UA…
Without even agreeing to himself yet, he lifted himself off the bed and approached his dressser, fishing out some clothes and essentials. He grabbed his yellow book bag, dumping out the contents before replacing it with his analysis notebooks, and some pairs of clothes, undergarments, and a few other items. He fished out from his closet a dark olive green hoodie as he slipped on some more comfortable shorts. While his shoes were still dirty, he slipped them on anyway, tying the stained strings neatly. He slipped on his bag, lifting his hood up, and placing a medical mask over his ears, pulling it up over his nose. He dropped his phone on his bed as he approached the window across from him, grasping the latch to it, before pausing. Looking back to his door…. Is he really going to do this?
Izuku shook his head, better out of here than in his hell. He opened the latch and jumped out onto the fire escape grate. He spun around and grasped the ladder as he climbed down. Once on the bottom, he started to run, there was no particular reason. But Izuku for once, felt…liberated, and free .
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It’s been about a week or so since Izuku left his house, and practically abandoned everything to be homeless. But funnily enough, he was having the time of his life. Sure, he didn’t have a roof over his head, a bed, but, he didn’t mind it whatsoever, he reveled in his new found freedom. He hasn’t investigated his quirk yet , but he was going to, as soon as he could settle himself in somewhere .
Izuku climbed into a dumpster as he rummaged through the trash, picking out any decent food that was fairly clean and had the least bite marks on it as he threw them into a plastic bag. He also found some shoe laces, which made it perfect to replace his current ones, which were stained with old blood from those days ago.
He gingerly hopped out the trash with his bag of goodies as he made his way out into the streets. Civilians never bothered him, he guessed is because he probably looked like hot garbage, his look and overal demeanor typically has people avoid him, though he isn’t going to complain about that, less people bothering him the better.
Izuku nommed on a half-eaten donut he found from the trash, while partially stale, was satisfactory for his stomach. He clung to the edge of the sidewalk as he wandered the streets, finding anywhere he could crash, since benches only made him get shoo’ed off by police.
He was about to take another bite before hearing a loud commotion ahead of him, making him pause. Out of curiosity he approached the sound, even with people were running away from the sound. He nudged himself through the crowd, as he began to get a better grasp of the voices.
“Move any closer and this kid gets it!”
“Momma!!”
“Junko please stay still, you're going to be okay!!”
“Shut up bitch!!”
Izuku finally made his way out of the petrified flesh cloud as he noticed the scene before him. A man with seemingly a shark quirk judging by the shark head held a knife to a girl's throat. Who was crying uncontrollably in fear. There wasn’t any police yet, or Pro Heroes for that matter.
The face of the girl however, made him freeze slightly, her red and swollen eyes from the constantly flow of tears, to her face screaming for help and filled with pure fear. He couldn’t just sit there. His body seemed to be thinking ahead of him as he charged forward.
He slipped the medical mask on as well as his hoodie as he dashed forwards. The shark-head man noticing this as he shouted at Izuku:
“Yo what the hell kid back the fuck away or she dies!” The villain threatened, pressing the knife closer to the girl.
Izuku gritted his teeth behind the mask as he leapt forwards, pulling the girl away before he could slash her throat. The shark man growled at missing his mark with the girl, deciding to swing the blade straight towards Izuku. Landing the blade straight down his collar bone.
Izuku hissed in pain but pushed the man away. The shark-headed man was quite slim, making it rather easy to force distance between himself and the shark man.
Through this interaction however, the knife was roughly pulled out, the wound on his collar bone now profusely bleeding as the shark man shouted his frustration.
“Why are you making this hard for me kid?!”
“I dunno,” Izuku shrugged, pain blossoming from the gesture as he did so, “maybe because people like you piss me the fuck off,”
The shark man roared as he charged, knife poised to attack again. Shit, Izuku didn’t know how to fight at all!
He tried to dodge the villain but was roughly grabbed by his arm as he was stabbed again, this time on his back. Izuku shouted in pain as he tried to rip away from the man. Who only stabbed him again on the back. Izuku feeling the disgusting sensation of his back ribs breaking and his organs being roughly pierced.
The man roughly kicked Izuku off him before kicking even harsher on his head. The blow tearing away the boy’s solid consciousness as he saw stars. His body stopped working as he was roughly kicked again. He tried to blink off the blurriness in vision but it only made him get a clear image of the villain about to slam his boot down on Izuku’s face.
Thankfully, something hit the villain as he was flung away from the boy. Izuku was able to cough as he lifted himself into a slight sitting position. Slightly, he could see the familiar brown branches of Kamui Woods, now in the scene. Kamui was able to detain the shark man, the hero turned back, noticing a very injured Izuku as he hastily made his approach.
“Woah kid you’re bleeding a bit here are you okay?” The Hero asked him in a worried tone.
Izuku said nothing, backing away slightly. He didn’t need a Hero involved in his life, if word got out he ran off, he’d definitely be dropped off back at Inko’s. and gods know what she would do to him.
“Alright you might be in a bit of shock, thats okay. An ambulance is coming for you, you’ll be okay sitting here for a second while I chat with the police?” Kamui gave Izuku a light thumbs up before turning his back. Izuku took the opportunity and ran as far as he could from the scene.
He stumbled into a corner of the city, before finding a vacant building and sloppily crawling into a window. He tumbled down into the inside of the bare building, heaving slightly in pain. His heart was pounding in his chest trying to circulate blood, but it only made him bleed even more, the blood starting to pool around his chest and sleeves, the floor feeling sticky and wet as leaned himself against a wall. Closing his eyes as the pain grew hotter, more, and more, until his mind faded away into darkness again.
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He was back here again as soon as he opened his eyes. The strange void around him was weirdly comforting, no pain, no stress, nothing to worry about anymore.
He saw the two pillars again, this time far closer to where he woke up, seeing the golden green flower, and the blood red and white.. He wanted to think first. the left flower put him back to life, healing him fully, so.. what did the red and white flower do? It was a deep curiosity Izuku wanted to try.
He stood from his place and began to approach the right pillar, before a rumble shook the void he was in. A deep and loud voice emanated from all around him.
“ Izuku Midoriya, The Survivor, The Defier… ”
Izuku hesitantly called out: “Who-who are you??”
The voice spoke again, this time Izuku making out multiple layers of tones and pitches, like multiple voices mashed into one.
“Izuku Midoriya, The One Abandoned By The World, Yet Is Gifted To Defy The Rules Of Their World…” The voice mused, not answering anything Izuku asked.
“How do you know my name??” Izuku tried calling out, still unsure where to look. Before something appeared from the darkness, behind the pillars, a skull, much like the water deer one on the pillar, but with two bright emerald green eyes glowing from the black sockets. Izuku looked taken aback, seeing the skull tower over Izuku as it pushed into his field of vision.
A large beast, its pelt glowed and sparkled with galaxies and stars swirling amongst it. Large wings wide open, on the right wing, there was a bright glow of sun above it, and on the left the full moon. A long feathered tail swayed behind it, with bright stars glistening and glittering above it. Its head—skull, thing was that of a water deer, however, it had a large pair of antlers above it, it was expansive and the growths were maze-like as they webbed outwards. Each end holding golden glittering lights. The back neck of the beast had a beautiful forest colored mane with bright and dark greens with streaks of blue and white.
Izuku was left with his jaw hanging open.
“ Izuku Midoriya…The Survivor, The Defier.. ” It spoke, looking down at the translucent boy before him.
“I- Who are you, again?” Izuku asked the beast.
“ I Am A Being That Is Limitless, A Being Beyond Any Mortal Comprehension… I Believe The Mortal Kind Has Tried To Interepret Me Many Moons Ago…Ma’or… ” It-Ma’or answered, tilting its head curiously at Izuku.
“Why am I here..?” Izuku asked.
“ I Am Unable To Provide You The Total Answer To Your Question, Izuku Midoriya. However, As You May Have Experienced, You Are Capable Of Returning To Mortality. A Gift I Shared To Your Soul, For Your Heart Is Pure, And Filled With A Survivor’s Will And Perseverance. ” It explained, leaning its head down to look closely at Izuku.
“I think you picked the wrong ‘soul’, or whatever. I have a myriad of untreated trauma and more suicidal thoughts than a cat’s hairballs throughout their lifetime.” Izuku bluntly stated. The being chuckled, a chuckle that vibrated inside him internally, a strange feeling emanating from it.
“ Mortals Do Amuse Me At Times… Your Mind May Be Displaced Izuku Midoriya. However, Your Heart--Your Soul Is As Pure As Ever. ” Ma’or blinked, its jaw never moved as it spoke, nor was it able to share physical facial expressions, Izuku oddly enough could tell it was quite fond of him.
“So,, is this part of my quirk, or?” Izuku popped in th question. Ma’or lifted its head up to the blackened void sky in wonder.
“ Ah, Your World Is Of Course Accustomed To The Blessings, Quirks, They Speak Of It. Izuku Midoriya, You Are More Than Blessed, However, That Discussion Will Arise Anoher Time… ” It glanced back at Izuku, left with even more questions in his mind.
“I- Okay.. So, then, what does the right pillar do?” Izuku asked, pointing at the vined skull,
“ That Is Also To Be Answered Another Time…I Can Speak Of One Thing, And That Is I Will Be Accompanying On Your Journey. Guiding You, And Protecting You. ” Ma’or leaned even closer, eye-to-eye with Izuku. “ Take The Blossom Of Living, Then Shall I Open Your Mind To Knowledge I Have Collected For Many Moons. May You Find Usage And Guidance Through It. ”
The being lifted its head back up, giving Izuku access to the two pillars. Izuku glanced up at the being, before looking back at the golden-green flower, he hesitantly approached it, before plucking it from its grass bedding and his mind falling back into blackness.
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Izuku awoke with a jolt, coughing slightly as he took in his surroundings, this time it wasn’t dark out, but the sun was beginning to set, noticing the orange streaks of sunlight. Izuku groaned slightly, feeling sore all over, like last time.
He had a “quirk”, at least he thought he did.
“ You are more than blessed..”
He distinctly remembered what the being, Ma’or, said to him. He was still in disbelief. He couldn’t die, at least, he could choose that he couldn’t die.. And-
Izuku groaned, rubbing a palm over his face, this barely made any sense. He glanced at his bloodied clothes and sighed, he should try and get them cleaned at least. He lifted himself up from the wall he died in and explored the vacant building.
After some minor exploration he found a pipe with a faucet attached to it, and to his luck, it poured clean water. He changed his clothes out, also opting to use the water to wash off the blood he cumulated, his clothes took a while but they thankfully washed out most of the blood save for a few spots. He hung them out on the open window sill of the building as he sat in a corner changing out is shoe laces.
Atleast the shoe laces paired well with his strikingly red shoes, as much as the shoes brought a bit of attention to him, Izuku didn’t care, he liked them, and reminded him of simple times.
He sighed, seeing the night beginning to settle into the world around him. From where he sat he could look out from a window and see the large full moon, thinking back to Ma’or’s wing. He couldn’t make of Ma’or or even begin to think what even is Ma’or… A god? A quirk going too far? Signs of drug overdose??
Izuku decided to pocket the thought into the back of his mind. Right now, he really just wanted to sleep, this has been the craziest week or two he has ever experienced after all…