Most would assume that being the son of two top ten pro-heroes would be an amazing life. Well, it is, unless your quirkless.
After being diagnosed quirkless, Izuku Yagi is neglected by his parents in favor of his sister, Izumi. The childhood friend...
It was so easy. Easier than when I touch someone to take their quirk.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as panic surged through me. What did this mean?
"Izu, are you okay? And your hair—it's white!" Toga's voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. Her eyes were wide with concern, but it was clear she was more confused than anything.
I opened my mouth to say something, to tell her I was fine, but just as I did, my phone buzzed. A notification from Izumi. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out to check.
When I saw the second line of the message, my stomach dropped.
Izumi: We know about your quirk.
I didn't take the time to read the second part of the message. They knew. If they know then it's only a matter of time before they find me. They're going to take me back. They're going to hate me more than ever. I won't have to worry about neglect anymore. It's not like dad would let someone like me with the quirk of his arch-nemesis live, not where he can't keep tabs on me. Izumi's bullying is going to get so much worse. I don't want to go. I DON'T WANT TO GO!
"We're leaving."
"oh okay..."
We started packing, moving in a blur. As we finished up, I took out the lighter I always kept on me and set the place on fire.
"Let's go to Koumori's bar," I said, trying to steady my breathing. "She might have some extra rooms."
The walk was silent, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Toga looked like she wanted to ask something, but she didn't. Maybe she was giving me space.
Eventually, she spoke, as if testing the waters.
"If you have questions, I can answer them..."
"Who was he? The guy with the dual-colored hair?" she asked. I knew immediately who she meant.
"Shoto," I said quietly. "He was my only friend in school."
Toga didn't respond right away. She just kept walking beside me, the streetlights casting shadows on her face. I could tell she was processing everything.
"What did he mean... 'he should have helped you?'"
Her question made my chest tighten. It felt like opening an old wound.
"When I was being attacked by my sister... I saw him. He was there, but he left." I swallowed hard, memories flashing in my mind. "It seemed like he was going to get a teacher, but... it was his father's influence that would've made them do something."
I couldn't finish the thought. The silence stretched between us as we continued walking.
When we reached Koumori's bar, the familiar glow of neon lights greeted me, a small comfort in this chaotic mess.
"Koumori!" I called out as I entered, my voice sounding emptier than I intended.
"Oh, Izuku, you're here early..." Koumori's voice was filled with concern as she looked me over, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Is everything okay?"
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I could feel the tears threatening to spill as I spoke. "Do you have any extra rooms? I'll work full-time if I have to..."
The words came out choked, a sob breaking in my throat. Too much was happening at once, and I couldn't make sense of any of it.
"Oh... um, yes, I think we've got some," Koumori said, looking taken aback by my state. "Follow me..."
As we walked, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. How I had taken Shoto's quirk without touching him. I kept wondering if it had something to do with All for One, or maybe it was connected to my family...
I was still in a fragile state, my mind barely holding together. I didn't want to be around anyone, not until I could make sense of what was happening inside me. But there was no time for that now. The room wasn't much bigger than a closet, and I could feel the familiar ache in my chest, the fear of being found out, of being taken back.
All for One must have taken something from my DNA... But was it just from mo-Inko or did I get something from da-Toshinori...
I had read once that quirks evolve as people grow, and sometimes they can change or grow stronger through some unknown method. Some people say it's natural, just the quirk getting more powerful with age, while others claim it's tied to emotions. The second theory seemed to fit perfectly with what had happened to me, both times now.
My quirk had evolved.
"Your quirk evolved!" Toga said, her voice filled with excitement. I almost screamed in fright, my mind still whirling from everything. "That's so cool! Now taking out bad guys is gonna be so easy!"
She was right. It would be easier now. But the guilt gnawed at me. I had taken Shoto's quirk. A civilian's quirk. Am I a bad guy now?
I tried to push the thought away, but the question lingered.
So what if I was the bad guy? Bad people were the only ones who ever believed in me, ever helped me. The so-called "good guys" didn't care about anyone but themselves.
"Himiko, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Can you... teach me?"
She tilted her head slightly, her curious gaze locking onto mine.
