Chapter 1: prologue
implied/referenced child abuse at the beginning
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He licked his lips and moved closer to the child. A smirk danced on his lips as he stalked towards the boy, cornering him.
“You really are as useless as your mother said.” A wild fire danced in his beady eyes, and the sickly sweet scent on his breath filled up the boy’s nostrils, choking him, making him feel like scrambling away from the monster.
“Now, now, Akatani, don’t you cry. Why don’t you hug me anymore? You’re my son, and sons aren’t supposed to act like this.” The child’s world went up in smoke.
He was running for minutes, maybe only mere seconds, but to him, it felt like hours and hours on end. He wouldn’t stop running, couldn’t. Everything was red, red like his shoes, red like his blood. Red like the deaths he had caused, red like the flames, red like the four walls of his room, the walls of the room long gone. It was all gone, turned to ashes that were greyer than the sky and as washed out as his hopes and dreams. Grey like the smoke, billowing into the sky in plumes, devouring the sky whole. It was his fault. It was always his fault, and this time, he couldn't do anything to stop it. He had failed, and now the world would have to pay the price.
At four years old, Akatani Mikumo finally understood why. Why it was happening, why it only seemed to happen to him.
Someone had once told him that people are not born equal.
It was the truth.
Rain. It starts out as one drop, then it becomes more. More, and more and more. It consumes everything around you in an ocean of grey, an ocean of cool. It kills and it saves. It’s like a never-ending hunger, taking the blue, taking the joy and replacing it with overcast, grey. But at the same time, it provides the world with what we need to survive. Without it, life would be much different. Just like fire. It starts out as one small flame, then it becomes more. More, and more and more. It consumes everything around you in a sea of red, a sea of heat. It is the never-ending hunger, taking everything from you, taking everything you’ve ever known and replacing it with walls of red that trap you and hurt you. But at the same time, it provides the world with a warmth that can never be replaced, an embrace kinder than any hug. Without it, life would be much different.
Rain. Mikumo loved it. It took and took and took, but it saved him when no one else would. It was his best friend, his only friend. The one thing that would help him when no one else would and when no one in the world even cared. Whenever he hurt, it rained. It was as if it understood him more than anyone he knew ever would. It understood him like he understood others. Mikumo wished that someday, he would be able to love someone like he loved rain. But he knew that no matter how much he loved, and no matter how hard he tried, whoever they were, they would never love him back.
this is my first fic for this fandom and my first fic in a while, so i really appreciate it if you could give me some feedback/constructive criticism. honestly i decided on writing this fic because i find his quirk really cool and i wanted to try writing my own take on the vigilante/villain deku au.
i'm pretty torn about whether i should continue writing izuku's backstory or jump straight to yuuei and have some flashbacks of what happened in the past and how everything became the way it was. i'm tempted to skip to yuuei as it will be easier for me to write, but let me know what you think.
if you have anything that you want to see in the story, also comment it as it's easier for me to write if i know what you guys want haha. leave a kudos too, if you want!! :)