Chapter Text
In the year 2039, something amazing occurred. In a world previously devoid of superpowers and magic, a child was born; a child whose body seemed to be completely made of light. It seemed like an impossibility, perhaps some chemical reaction, but that wasn’t the case. No, because in different parts of the world, on the exact same day, three hours apart from one another… six more children were born with superpowers.
The daughter of light was named Talah Sani, a girl from Saudi Arabia. Her name was a literal translation of “bright star,” as her skin allowed her to glow as brightly as the sun, and turn it off and look human whenever she pleased. The media had a field day once they found out about her existence, and the very balance of humanity was tilted on its axis.
Thousands of miles away, an Australian boy named Christopher Atkins was born. His mother held him for the first time, smiling and laughing at her little bundle of joy. His father reached down to get Christopher to hold his finger, and when the boy did, every single bone in that finger was shattered. He was given the power of strength, by whatever gods deemed it necessary for humanity’s evolution.
In China, a baby named Duan Lin was born. It wasn’t until a few days after his birth that anyone realized that he had a power- the power of shapeshifting, as the nurses in the hospital found out when they watched him morph from a human baby into a puppy.
In Africa, Batini Buhari was born. It wasn’t until she was four years old that her parents even realized that she had a power, when she began complaining about the mean voices in her head. They took her to see a doctor, and quickly realized that she didn’t have a disorder of any kind; rather, she could actually hear other people’s thoughts.
Raul Garcia of Spain had the ability of x-ray vision, like reality’s own superman. He too wasn’t discovered until he was old enough to speak, and thankfully spotted a tumour growing in his mother’s abdomen that would have killed her, had he not had the power.
Elvira Petrov didn’t find out she had a power until her seventh birthday, when she and her family went hiking and she fell off of the top of the mountain. Instead of plummeting to her death, she caught herself midair and was able to fly her way back to safety at the top of the mountain.
For a long time, the world thought that they were it. These six, all born on July Fifteenth, 2039, between the hours of midnight and three am. Everyone kept believing it, until one more made himself known. In the heart of Tokyo, Japan, there was a boy named Akatani Mikumo. He grew up in a family with his mother and his father, until his father left them when he was only four years old. His mother struggled to make ends meet, working tirelessly day in and day out while her son went to school. Mikumo didn’t want to burden his mother with the struggles of his life, so he hid the terrible bullying he went through in school. As time went on, his will to live grew smaller and smaller, until it just… went out.
On November Second, 2054, Akatani Mikumo went to the top of his apartment building, took off his shoes, and stepped off of the edge of the roof. He plummeted twelve stories down to the asphalt below, where just across the street, an elderly couple was sharing an ice cream between them. He died instantly on impact, attracting the attention of all of the passers-by as they screamed for someone to call one-one-nine.
And then, he opened his eyes, and his life went on.
They became known as The Seven. Seven children with superpowers, born on July Fifteenth of 2039. Seven children of completely different races, cultures and families. Seven children who were blessed with gifts by the gods for seemingly no reason at all. With these seven children, the beginning of a new era was created. An era where eighty percent of all people had these superpowers, now called “quirks.” Two centuries later, six of the original seven were long since dead, their offspring living on in the world with quirks of their own.
One of the seven was still very much alive, no matter how much he didn’t want to be. Akatani Mikumo, the boy of immortality.
(x)
Midoriya Izuku walked down the street with a pep in his step, humming lightly to himself as he walked. He had only recently moved to Musutafu a few weeks ago, since he’d had to start his life over again after people in his old life in America began asking questions. He didn’t mind moving so much, anymore. It sucked not to be able to build lasting relationships with people, sure, but then again, he had learned his lesson with his first life cycle. It sucked even more to grow attachments to people, only to have them die while you continued to live on, never aging.
See, Midoriya Izuku had once been known by another name. A name he had dropped one hundred years ago, after it had become too easy to track him down and find him wherever he went. The media were vultures, so Elvira used to say. He’d gone by Midoriya Izuku since then, almost longer than he’d been known as Akatani. Even though he hadn’t changed it, he hadn’t been found out by anyone since he’d switched the names, so he figured it did its purpose.
Now, here in Musutafu, Japan, Izuku was ready for his fresh start. He figured he had five or so years here tops before he had to move again, and that was alright. It was enough time to find a nice job and a place to live for a while before he found his next adventure. He’d picked Musutafu because it wasn’t really exciting on its own, besides the villain attacks that occurred. He didn’t really care about those anyway, because one: he was immortal, and two: villain attacks happened no matter where a person lived. It was the casualty of living in a society where most people had quirks. Currently, Izuku was walking down one of the main shopping streets, hoping to find a place to apply for a job. Unfortunately for him, luck wasn’t on his side today.
“Hey, you!”
Izuku paused, turning around to scan the small crowd around him for the source of the voice. A rather rankled looking police officer was stomping his way toward him, his orange eyes focused directly on Izuku’s emerald green ones. Once the man reached Izuku’s side, he put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes accusatorially. “What are you doing here, kid? Shouldn’t you be in school at this hour?”
Izuku stared at him blankly for a moment before he realized. He had died for the first time when he was fifteen years old, in his last year of middle school. His quirk hadn’t activated until then because it hadn’t had a reason to, which meant that ever since that first death, he hadn’t resumed aging like the rest of his peers. His body was fifteen years old, while his mind was over two-hundred by now. Sometimes, he still forgot.
“Oh, um-” Izuku stuttered, wincing. “I don’t actually… go to school?”
“Well, clearly you don’t,” the truancy officer scoffed. “But what school are you enrolled at, kid?”
“None of them,” Izuku explained without really thinking. He realized his mistake immediately and closed his eyes. The officer scoffed a noise of disbelief, all while Izuku was mentally berating himself for his slip-up. Now, the officer would do one of two things. He would either refuse to believe Izuku, or-
“Well, are you new to the neighborhood? We need to get you enrolled in a school, as soon as possible! You’re going to have to come with me.”
-That. The officer began leading Izuku to a police cruiser that the boy hadn’t previously noticed, another tick on Izuku’s self-annoyance meter. He was not looking forward to this.
(x)
Izuku sat at the officer’s desk, staring at the man who had been assigned to his case. His name was Officer Sansa, and he had the head of a cat. Izuku had seen many types of quirks in all of his years, and yet he never failed to be interested in all of the new ones he encountered. He’d met a few people with animal-type quirks, and each of them had a different set of accompanying powers along with their physical features. For instance, he’d once met a boy who had the snout of a dog, with the powers of a bloodhound. He could track anything and anyone, as long as he had something to smell. Another girl had a fish quirk, with gills attached to the sides of her neck that allowed her to breathe underwater. As he and Sansa stared at each other, Izuku resisted the urge to ask him what sort of powers he may have along with his appearance.
“This will go a lot easier if you answer our questions, Midoriya-kun,” Sansa sighed, tapping his pen on his pad of paper in a quick rhythm. Izuku blinked at him, inhaling slowly. Sansa rolled his eyes and turned his head, scanning the police station behind him. A moment later he straightened up, apparently finding who he was looking for. “Detective Tsukauchi, can you come here for a moment?”
A handsome man who looked like the action star of old noir films approached them, smiling. “How can I help you, Officer Sansa?”
“This is Midoriya Izuku,” Sansa said, gesturing to Izuku. “Officer Takoma found him wandering the streets, as he’s apparently not enrolled in a school. I can’t get a straight answer out of him about anything .”
Detective Tsukauchi looked at Izuku, his black eyes narrowing a bit. “Hello, Midoriya-kun. My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa. My quirk is called ‘ True Man,’ a lie detecting quirk.”
Izuku’s eyes widened a bit, his mind instantly racing with all of the possibilities of this quirk. It was quite useful, especially for a man working in this business. After a moment of his analysis, he realized one important thing; Detective Tsukauchi could tell when he was lying. This did not bode well for him.
“So, Midoriya-kun,” Tsukauchi said, pulling up an empty chair from a nearby desk. “Let’s make this easy, alright? Where do you go to school?”
Alright, Izuku could work with this. “I’m not enrolled,” he said. Sansa glanced at Tsukauchi, who nodded his head a bit. Truth .
“And where do you live, Midoriya-kun?” Sansa asked, scribbling the previous answer in his notebook. Izuku frowned a bit, but gave his new address to the man. “And who do you live with?”
Now, here was where it got tricky. Izuku took a moment to think about the best phrasing for this question. Finally, he settled on a suitable answer. “My dad is gone right now.”
Tsukauchi nodded again, signifying the truth. It was true, after all. Izuku’s father was gone- gone meaning long dead, in this situation. “And where is he?”
“Somewhere far away,” Izuku shrugged.
“Do you have a way to contact him?” Sansa asked. Izuku shook his head. The cat-headed man sighed, closing his eyes. “Well, Midoriya-kun, we can’t very well allow you to roam the streets while we wait for his return. There’s a middle school not far from here that we could enroll you in. You would have to take a standardized test to place you in a grade, but I assume that won’t be a problem. When your father gets home, have him call the school and ask for the proper paperwork to allow you to keep your place in the school.”
“I’ll call them now,” Tsukauchi said, straightening up. He left the desk to walk across the bullpen to his own, picking up his phone. Sansa met Midoriya’s eyes again, readying his pen once more.
“When will your father be home?”
Izuku bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on the notepad. “About three weeks from now. He left me money for groceries, and the bills are paid for the next six months. He knows I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
“Clearly,” Sansa said dryly. “Well, we will set up a meeting with the Principal of Aldera junior high, but it shouldn’t be a problem to get you in. How old are you? Fourteen?”
Izuku nodded his head. Actually, he was two-hundred and sixty-three years old, but Tsukauchi wasn’t here to catch him on the lie. Sansa nodded his head. “And when was your birthday?”
Izuku decided honesty was alright here. “July Fifteenth-” he quickly did the math in his head. “2288.”
“Perfect,” Sansa said. “And what’s your quirk, Midoriya-kun? Where were you born?”
“I was born in America,” he said. “My father moved us back and forth for a while before he decided I was better off here. I’m- I’m quirkless.”
Sansa raised his eyebrows (well, the feline equivalent) but otherwise didn’t say anything. The chances of someone in Izuku’s generation being born quirkless was astronomically low, and he knew it. Still, he couldn’t exactly say that he had an immortality quirk; there was only one person in history with a documented immortality quirk, and it was him. “Him” being Akatani Mikumo, one of the original seven. It was much easier to say he was quirkless.
“I see,” Sansa muttered, scribbling that down. “Well, when your father gets home, please have him mail us your documents to prove you are a citizen of Japan now, would you please?”
“Sure,” Izuku said. He had fake documents made all the time now, each updated with newer years. They all held the name Midoriya Izuku, as it was easier not to change it up every time he moved. No, he’d been Midoriya Izuku for over a hundred years now, and he wasn’t going to change it anytime soon. Not unless he would be caught again.
“Well, I suppose that’s it,” Sansa said, putting his notebook down. “Please wait here while Tsukauchi speaks with the principal of Aldera. You should be able to get a meeting today, and hopefully start school tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” Izuku said sarcastically. If Sansa noticed, he didn’t say anything about it. He stood up and approached Tsukauchi, who was still on the phone. Izuku dropped his head and ran his hand over his face, exhaling long and low. He really didn’t want to be put back in the school system. He’d been caught and forced to go through school enough times now that it was truly a bore to do so again, and if he thought he had any chance in hell of getting away before he would be caught, he was wrong. He supposed it was a good thing to occupy his time with, for now. He had enough money saved from his many previous jobs that he didn’t need one in order to survive, thank goodness.
Whatever. He could do this until he graduated middle school, and then never apply to high school. It would be simple enough.