Never

30th January xx15, with the Aizawa-Yamada

Izuku's POV

I was hyperventilating. I was holding against me the bundle of papers given to me by the quirks analyst we went to see in the afternoon.

Downstairs, in our living room, dadmic, uncle Eraser and auntie Night were partying, I think. It was supposed to be a party. In my honor. But Hitoshi wasn't here. Kita wasn't here. And I wasn't here either. I was too... too... just too much.

When we came back, I had accepted the hugs and congratulations from my family, then had slipped away to dadmic's recording room. Where no one would hear me.

I think Hitoshi went outside, and Kita even left the house. I understood. Even I was lost, I understood that they, too, needed time to understand, to sort their thoughts and feelings. I, at least, really needed it.

I closed my eyes, doubling over, clenching my shirt above my heart, wrinkling the papers without noticing. Today's emotions, the panic and hope before the verdict, the analyst's words, everything coming back crashing into me, crushing me, drowning me. I whimpered.

« ...do possesses a quirk... »

Surprise, even though he knew, incredulity above all.

Feeling like the ground was opening under him, his identity bursting into pieces.

Hands on his back, grounding, calming.

Color, what color ? What destiny ?

« ...Green quirk... mix... Pink and Blue... traces of Purple... »

Lost. Too many informations. Situation too weird. Quirk too complicated to be understood.

« ... fed with love... »

« ...deficiency... »

« ... sentient... »

The voice in his head exclaiming alongside him, both surprised and delighted to discover that it was real and Izuku wasn't crazy. The analyst laughing at his reaction. How did he explained it again ?

« We could describe it as a kind of angel. It is an entity feeding of love, and because of that it can only feel love. And probably sadness, if the object of its love is lost, as we do us humans. But no matter what happen, it will never feel an ounce of anger, hatred or other emotions. Moreover, entities like it are extremely loyal to their hosts, even though depending of their character and power they can decide to take over them to protect their human from themselves. »

I laughed, without knowing why. I cried too.

I had talked to the entity, for the first time knowing that it was a real person and not a figment of my delirious imagination. We were both extremely enthusiastic, relieved to discover that I wouldn't have to part with him and that we would develop powers able to help others, since he was supposed to be an « angel ». But more importantly...

I had a friend. A friend that will forever be with me. A friend that we know everything about me but will only wish well for me. A friend that won't be able to hate me, to hurt me, to abandon me. Was it selfish of me to be happy about it ?

?? : No, I don't think so, especially after everything you went through. But above all, rest assured, you are not exploiting me. I may not have chosen to be linked to you, but I am genuinely delighted for you have a beautiful soul. I am honored to be your quirk Izuku !

My tears increased. I was sitting on the floor, curled up on myself, sobbing.

Me : Thank you thank you thank you...