Spacetime Anomaly: MHA Fanfic

Chapter 5.3: Rage

"Huh?" Izuku thought he misheard. But after the pro hero explained it to him, how it involved the true nature of his Quirk, how One For All could be passed down even to a Quirkless like him… For the first time in his life, Izuku felt true unrestrained rage. Space and Time quaked around him as he found it hard to contain the hatred that spilled from the core of his soul.

Before All Might could even get a word in and try to calm the emotionally unstable boy, Izuku began speaking. "Un-f.u.c.k.i.n.g-believable," He hatefully spat. "It is my understanding that aside from returning ten years to the past and granting me my Esper powers, NOTHING about the world has changed. The butterfly effect didn't even impact our encounter today…"

The ground beneath his feet started to form a shallow crater as pulses of spatial power peaked with every succeeding sentence, "You had this ability during my first life! I don't expect you to give it to me simply because we were both naturally born Quirkless… But did you really have to crush my hopes and dreams? You couldn't even give me hope… To think I looked up to you… To think you were once my inspiration for becoming a hero… Hmph!" The crater instantly doubled in size as Izuku cursed, "You're nothing but a worthless sham. A fake."

Izuku closed his eyes as his face morphed into an expression conveying extreme pain before the horrifying energies rampaging around him gradually settled. A multitude of thoughts ran through his head at a million miles an hour, but those that hit him the hardest made up every single moment Izuku could remember All Might preaching that ANYBODY could be a hero. Juxtaposing the sight of Japan's greatest ally to justice with the thin, frail, and Quirkless man before him... Izuku thought he felt a pain even worse than he felt this very day in his first life; the day his dream of becoming a hero shattered and he died.

When he finally opened his eyes, the only thing All Might could see in them was an unmistakable disgust as he said, "I don't need your power. Oh right, it was never yours to begin with." He gave the pro one final look before saying, "Go look for a successor somewhere else. I'll make do with or without my Esper powers and be the true hero you could only hope to have been at your prime."

Without another word, he continued his trek home. The feeling he inspired to the now aghast pro and all those that may have chanced upon his solitary and crestfallen appearance, was nigh impossible to comprehend; like looking at someone who'd watched their family die and been utterly helpless in changing the fact.

When Izuku made it home, even his mother could tell that he was gravely upset. But as much as it pained him to keep that fake hero's secret, he resolved to keep it anyway as it concerned more than just his safety. Just knowing certain things could become dangerous; this was a fact Izuku understood by his studies of Literature.

After the encounter with All Might concluded, one of Izuku's worries had been resolved as he had hypothesized that perhaps he would be left in a Time Loop. Since life continued normally the day after he died in his first life, this didn't seem to be the case. Thus, his mood improved considerably. Though, he was still left in a rut for nearly a week before returning to normal.

Izuku eventually came to terms with his feelings about All Might after learning the secret behind his Quirk and though he could see himself eventually forgiving the man, he wouldn't forget the valuable lesson he learned that day. Now more than ever, Izuku wanted to become a hero; a true hero! Izuku was human and if there was something he could feel pride for, it was his authenticity.

He wouldn't deign to take on that man's power. He would become the best hero he could be by his own merits. At least then, if there ever came a time when he had to break an aspiring youth's heart as All Might had once done to him, he could be earnest in his reasoning. Saying someone couldn't be a hero without a Quirk might still be a valid argument, but wouldn't feel as guilty if he explained that he was Quirkless, too. Not that he thought he would ever do something of this nature. If it came down to it, he probably wouldn't care how many times he needed to repeat his story and explain that there was always a way even a Quirkless reject could become a hero.

As the time to take hero academia entrance exams approached, Izuku became obsessed with his personal growth. For a time he abstained from breaks, period… As he grew up and trained or studied, he would naturally take breaks and peruse the internet or play video games like a regular boy his age; he wasn't a robot after all. However, for the six months following his encounter with All Might, Izuku didn't take any breaks at all.

From dawn until dusk, he would train as if his life depended on it. He had cultivated a fit enough body to take this strain and would only stop to eat, take care of his bodily needs, complete his goal to earn a medical practitioner's license, and volunteer at Old Take's clinic. He nearly caused his mother to think he was insane as one night he had forgotten to lock the space around the walls of his room during the night, as he trained and his mother found him lifting outrageously heavy weights, as if he were working out at the gym like a normal person and not a psychopath making a racket at 3:00 AM.

Izuku explained, "Sorry Mom, I forgot to put up the barrier tonight. I promise it won't happen again."

"Wh- You plan on continuing these… activities so late at night?" Inko couldn't even be bothered to be grumpy from being awoken; this wasn't a daily occurrence and Izuku's usually perfect-child like behavior caused her to trust him unquestionably.

"Of course, mom," Izuku replied with such nonchalance that a stranger listening in would think he was talking about some trivial small talk. He continued, "I've been doing this for a while now. Ah! Don't make that worried face, Mom! I promise I rest more than enough! I can slow down how time affects my body and sleep a good night's worth in under an hour."

That night, Inko left her son's room debating whether or not she should take her son to get a psychological evaluation as this whole training phenom was getting out of hand. But then she remembered he already had the background of a doctor and only lacked a license to officially practice. Even if there was something wrong with him, if Izuku truly wished to continue his hysterical training, he could just tell the doctor that evaluated him everything he wanted them to know for him to receive a perfect pass.

The thoughts made for that night, in particular, being a sleepless one for Inko as it pained her to see Izuku always alone. Sure he had acquaintances at the dojo he visited and Old Take's clinic, but never had he brought a true friend home, never had she ever seen him play with others his age. Even though her boy remained physically fit due to his outrageous training, when he was home he was always locked up in his room, either studying, sleeping, indulging — but only for the shortest of moments — and of course, training. Inko couldn't be any more proud of Izuku, but sometimes his odd behavior worried her so...