MHA : Venom

Inko read the papers again as she enjoyed the car ride.

It was a luxury she didn't usually enjoy. The family car she and Hizashi had bought so many years ago was currently being used by her husband as he made money to keep them afloat.

She and Izuku had to use the train whenever they wanted to get somewhere, which thankfully wasn't too hard, given where they lived. Japan wasn't exactly short on trains.

Still, there was something calming about a simple car ride that riding a train never could compare to.

Being able to read papers in peace for one.

"Mr. Murdock is rather generous with his offers."

Her driver smiled a big affable grin at that.

"That he is Mrs. Midoriya."

She bit her lip.

"Still… I'll need some time to consider it. I'll have to talk with my family about it for one."

"Of course, of course. Take your time. Matt won't actually be moving here for the next six months, so you'll have almost half a year before we need a definite answer."

Half a year. It was a lot of time. Lots could happen in that span. Not all of those necessarily good.

20 minutes later, they pulled up in front of the apartment complex she and her son lived in.

"And we're here Mrs. Midoriya. Have a pleasant evening, and I hope we shall speak with you again soon."

She wished him a good night, as well, then looked after the car as it disappeared into the pitch-black night.

This was what one would call a turning point. Provided she accepted.

She began her walk up the stairs, towards her home. Home. This was her home. It wasn't as nearly as grand as their old house, but she had come to consider it her home just as much as their old place.

She had done what she could to make it a home. But no amount of tidying up could make up for the fact that there was a third person lacking.

She wondered if Izuku was unable to ignore the hole in their home the way she was. She doubted it though, given how little Izuku had been the last time he saw his father… which hurt a lot in its own way.

Other than a few pictures around the house, there wasn't much of Hisashi in her Baby's life.

As she unlocked the door and went in, she was about to call out for izuku, when she stopped in her tracks.

The room to the bathroom had been ripped off its hinges, and was laid leaning up against the opposite wall in two pieces.

For a brief second, she just stood and stared at it, then her parental instincts took over.

"IZUKU!!!" She screamed as she sprinted across the floor, past the doors leading to her and Izuku's rooms, the nonexistent door to the bathroom, and wrenched open the door to the living room, desperate to find her son. Had there been a burglar? Was her baby safe? What if he had been hurt Oh god, oh god, oh god!

What greeted her was her baby sitting at the dinner table writing down in a book, while a black mass of rising liquid laid on the table.

Izuku turned his head to look at her, with a look of complete surprise on his face. Then he began to tear up.

"MOM!" He made an astonishingly quick jump from over the edge of the sofa, and over to her.

"IZUKU, WHAT-" Then her son caught her in a hug. Instinctually she hugged him back while staring in terror at the black liquid which seemed to somehow observe her without having eyes. It was the creepiest shit she'd seen in years.

"I… I finally did it, mom…" She squeezed him even harder, thinking he needed consoling, but as he talked, she realized he didn't sound sad. In fact, he sounded… Ecstatic?

"I… I got a quirk mom. I FINALLY got a quirk!"

What?

For a moment she didn't comprehend it. It was an impossible statement. It was a harsh reality, that she had accepted years ago, that Izuku would not develop any powers, no matter how hard he tried.

"Really?" Was all she managed to squeak out.

"Yeah, I… me and… It kinda broke the bathroom door while discovering my powers. Sorry…"

The enthusiasm he had displayed so eagerly just seconds ago petered out as he waved towards the black mass on the table. As if he thought his mother would care about him accidentally breaking a door, as he finally got the thing fate had denied him for so many years.

"OH IZUKU! OH, MY BABY!" This time it was the older Midoriya who burst into tears of joy, though in her case, it was more like a water fountain going off.

As the two Midoriyas cried their tears of joy, the Alien lifeform quietly made it's journey from the table to the leg of its host.

Then it slowly slithered up his leg and fused itself into the pants he was wearing.

...

The host had accepted it. That was good. Also not normal. Hosts did not usually accept it this quickly.

This host desired power. It could feel it. Did it wish to be a warrior then? Did it have grand ambitions of conquest? Of dominance over this world?

It did not know.

The other lifeform, the originator of the host…. No… Parent… Yes, parent. The parent called Inko was also very emotional.

The resemblance between parent and spawn was uncanny.

It reminded it of…. An image of black and red figure rising above the clouds, wings so large they blocked out the sun.

The memory fizzled out in darkness.

Yes, the road ahead was still longer. They needed more time together before they became one, and it would return to its might.

The turning point would come eventually though. The critical moment had passed. The host had not rejected it while it was weak.

And it's desire for power told it that it would not reject him during the final bonding process.

...

The next morning was a Saturday. Which was good, because he if he'd had to go to school without figuring out exactly what he could do, he'd probably have died of anxiety.

The prospect of going to class and just suddenly having a quirk was terrifying enough. He didn't need it to be made even worse by not knowing what he could actually do.

Of course, that was just an immediate problem that made this trip necessary. The truth was, however, that he needed to go out and put this quirk to some kind of test.

He'd go crazy if he didn't. He HAD to find out what he could do.

His mom had understood it.

His mother had been so damn happy, in a way that he hadn't seen her in years. Like the wonderful person she was, she had forgiven him for the door, and not questioned him about the destroyed bag, the ruined uniform, and why he hadn't brought any food home.

She just assumed he'd broken it with his powers accidentally. God bless her.

Instead, she had been congratulating him so much for finally awakening his quirk and told him again and again how happy she was for him. So many tears have been shed last night.

He was glad. He was happy his mother wouldn't have to suffer by having a failure for a son anymore.

Failure.

No more.

Today was a big step for him. From today, the failure that had been the quirkless Izuku Midoriya would be no more.

And it would begin with doing the one thing he had already been good at.

Observation.

He had gone out and bought a brand new black notebook. This one he had left unnamed. He wasn't planning to ever bring it to school where Katsuki could get a look at it and possibly destroy it.

After quickly transferring everything he had written yesterday in one of his school notebooks to the new one, he had headed out.

For this part, he had the perfect place in mind.

The spot where it all began.

The abandoned beach filled with metal trash.

Standing over it and looking down on it, it felt surreal, thinking about what he was about to do. Measure his quirk. HIS quirk.

In all his years of childhood, every time he had tried to, dreamed of, or fantasized about unlocking or discovering a quirk, he'd never once actually considered the step afterward, the step he was now on.

It had always been about actually having a quirk, any quirk at all, whether or not it had anything to do with his parent's powers.

What happened afterward was always a distant afterthought. But of course, the reality was that the road afterward would be mastering it. And that began with a simple test to figure out what he could do and from that extrapolate a plan for going forward.

In his fantasies, he'd have taken anything. Anything at all.

What he had actually gotten was seemingly a quirk that had created a separate being from whom he drew his powers of strength and healing. That was unusual, but he had actually seen plenty of heroes during his research that had similar powersets.

In Sweden, there was an entire hero team of people with that exact type of power(Unsurprisingly they were a family business), and in the generation, before All Might there had been a hero called Silver Shadow, with such a separate being allowing him the power of teleportation.

He was sure there were other heroes he had documented at some point, with similar powers, but… well, he didn't have his old notebooks anymore.

As he stepped down the stairs and unto the sand, he felt his quirk's confusion.

"Well, we need a place to test ourselves out and it's kinda out of the way and isolated…"

It was still confused.

Izuku sighed.

It was really annoying not being able to actually talk to it. Ignoring that trying to communicate with someone who couldn't speak or make motions, and could only communicate with basic emotions was a struggle, to begin with, this being was his quirk. The source of everything. He HAD to be able to talk to it.

"Never mind, just watch, you'll get it eventually."

He put the notebook and a pen on top of an old refrigerator while leaving the bag with the rest of his stuff by its side.

It made him feel kinda stupid to realize he'd been stumbling around here for almost half an hour yesterday looking for a person that had either been inside himself or clinging to his clothes the entire time. He still wasn't sure about that, or why he had first felt it here.

Right now though, nothing could dampen his mood, as he prepared his first test.

How far he could jump. First, he'd do a standstill, then, he would try running.

He tensed his muscles as he bent down. He'd done this in gym class countless times, never being particularly good at it.

Let's see how he'd do now.

He sprung.

For a moment he flew through the air, not amazingly high or far by the standards of the world of quirks, but certainly much farther than any normal quirkless person would have been able to.

Then as he landed, he immediately stumbled, and the speed and force he had landing kept him tumbling for several meters before he stopped, face down in the sand.

Spitting sand out of his mouth, he groaned as he got back on his feet.

"This… This is gonna be a thing isn't it?"

His quirk gave out the feeling of agreement.

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