Memory

Standing in front of a teenager with pink hair, Izuku asked, "Can you swap with Sukuna?"

"Sukuna?" Pink Hair questioned.

"The curse you ate." Izuku clarified.

"Oh. Yeah, I think so."

"Then give us ten seconds, and then come back to us." Izuku began to stretch.

"Are you sure? I mean ..."

"Don't worry. I'm the strongest ."

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Izuku shot up, sweat flying off his forehead. Was that a dream? Or was it a memory, he questioned shakily to his hands. As expected, they didn't answer.

His alarm clock blinked that it was only 5 am - deciding that there wasn't any point in going back to sleep, he started getting ready for school. Shit, he facepalmed; Bakugo is gonna give me shit about my quirk. Already resigning himself to his fate, he headed downstairs and started preparing breakfast.

As the clock hit 6, he heard his mother get up. Like clockwork , he chuckled to himself. However, what he couldn't predict was Inko making her way downstairs armed with a large pipe. Izuku's mouth momentarily opened in surprise, but shutting it quickly, he remarked, "Whatcha got their Mum?"

"You know, just doing my morning plumbing," she quipped. Izuku gave a small laugh and waited for his mother to elaborate further. "What are you even doing down here so early," she questioned. "I mean, it's lovely that you wanted to make me breakfast before work, but now that school is over, you should really be ..."

"Wait. School is over?"

"Yes," Inko said slowly. She peered at him with worry laced in the lines of her face. "Are you feeling alright honey?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine," Izuku waved off her concern. "I think I'm just having an off day today. Might be because of yesterday actually."

"Yes, about that. I booked an appointment with the quirk specialists next week Tuesday so that we can register your quirk." Upon seeing that he was about to protest, she quickly added, "Nope! Nope! No arguments, mister. The sooner we get it done, the better."

Izuku slightly deflated but perked up a little as his mother kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll see you after work honey. If you go anywhere, text me. And remember to be safe."

(LINE BREAK)

Unfortunately, no villains were causing wanton destruction today. Why might that be unfortunate, you ask? Well, it meant that Izuku was bored out of his fucking mind. And boredom , Izuku thought, was one of life's greatest displeasures . Having no friends, he watched heroes whilst they worked instead - so no villains equated to no heroes to watch.

Izuku sat up from where he was sprawled all over the couch. Deciding he had nothing better to do, he pulled off his blindfold and grabbed his textbook from his schoolbag. Might as well get started on next year's content, he shrugged.

By the end of the month, Izuku had finished the curriculum for the next year at Aldera Junior High. Well, that wasn't too hard , Izuku chuckled. He closed his chemistry textbook and made his way downstairs for dinner.

As he was shovelling food into his mouth, Izuku had a sudden epiphany. Whilst studying, he became so engrossed in his work that he didn't realise he was learning at an abnormal rate. Do the Six Eyes speed up my brain processing powers as well? Wait, how did I know what my quirk was called? Why is everything so blurry?

(LINE BREAK)

Izuku held a single finger aloft in front of him. "Infinity exists everywhere," he stated. "My jujutsu just brings it forward in reality." A myriad of red spirals began to form on top of his finger. "Convergence, divergence ... What do you think happens when one touches this void?" Izuku asked the cursed spirit, which he had just kicked away from him. Giving a giant Cheshire grin, he quietly said, "Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."

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"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr Midoriya,"

Izuku peered up at the face that was hovering over his own. Glasses, a stethoscope and a name badge. He was in a hospital. Holding out his palm, he demanded, "Blindfold."

"You're already wearing it."

Izuku's hand shot up to his head and confirmed the doctor's statement. Why is everything so detailed then , he wondered. It wasn't like this before. And that strange glow around the doctor? Is that her quirk?

Before Izuku could properly gain his bearings, the doctor began to speak.

"Now, you probably have a lot of questions, young man, so go ahead."

"What happened? Why am I here?" Izuku immediately asked.

"You suddenly collapsed while you were having dinner with your mum. When the ambulance bought you in, there was nothing wrong with you physically — no major wounds or trauma. In fact, you were in remarkable condition compared to the rest of the patients normally bought into the ER. As such, we did a few more tests and scans and ..." There was a stagnant pause.

"And?" Izuku waved his hand for the doctor to continue.

"You were practically brain dead."

Izuku's mouth shot open. How? How's that possible? He was having the weirdest dream as well. He was some guy with silver hair, and he was having these wacky adventures. Surely his brain would have generated something, he thought.

The doctor continued with a gentler tone as if she could sense Izuku's inner turmoil. "Don't worry. We triple checked your brain activity, and it has stabilised so ..."

"Stabilised?" he interrupted with a sharp tone. "It hasn't returned to normal?"

The doctor gave a small smile, "As expected Mr Midoriya, you are unusually observant." She appraised him with a deep look and then explained. "Whilst you were in a coma for the past three days, we analysed and monitored your brain function and after a few hours into your stay, the most remarkable thing happened." She leant forward in excitement. "Your brain function increased exponentially! But then it shot down again. And then it shot up. It was constantly fluctuating like a seesaw." She grinned. "I hope you don't take offence to this Mr Midoriya, but your case is one of the most interesting we've had around here for a while."

"Where's my mum?"

"Oh, she's sleeping outside on the chairs." She waved her hand flippantly as if she thought the question was unimportant.

Izuku stared disbelievingly at the doctor. "Shouldn't you have told her I'm awake? Like immediately? And technically, I require supervision, you know."

"Ahah!" the doctor wagged her finger at Izuku. "That is where you are wrong Mr Midoriya. Doctors can deem minors as competent or incompetent with regard to making medical decisions. And you, my good sir," she wagged her finger again, dangerously close to Izuku's nose, "are definitely competent enough to make your own decisions."

Izuku narrowed his eyes in suspicion. If that glow is what I think it is, and I'm pretty sure it is, he thought. Then it shouldn't be that volatile for an actual doctor. Glaring at her, he said, "You can't fool my eyes. Who are you? What do you want? Where are the actual doctors?"

"Finally caught on, have you?" she smirked. "We don't have much time, so I'll keep it short. I represent a group of like-minded individuals who believe that the way our current society is progressing is unsustainable. And you've been invited to join." Giving another grin towards Izuku, she continued. "It looks like its Winner Winner Chicken Dinner for you." She winked then made a mad dash towards Izuku's hospital room window. Flinging it open, she looked back over her shoulder and said, "You don't have to decide now, to be honest. But do make a decision. You're either with us or against us." With one final smile, she jumped.

What the fuck? Izuku looked at the window for several seconds, stumped for words. Did that really just happen, he questioned himself.

"Ah, Mr Midoriya, you're awake."

(LINE BREAK)

Quirk Overuse. Something that Izuku never got to experience before. That was the leading cause of his collapse. The other reason was that his brain had to assimilate and adapt to his new quirk. Normally this would've happened slowly, but with Izuku spamming his quirk to get through his schoolwork, it happened all at once, contributing to his collapse. According to the specialist, it shouldn't happen again.

At least one good thing happened while I was in the hospital, he thought. With Izuku already there, the quirk specialist decided that they may as well register his quirk to save time. When they asked him to name it, he responded immediately with Six Eyes (he still had no idea how he knew the name). With that out of the way, Izuku had the rest of the holiday free.

The glow he saw emanating around the fake doctor was, as he correctly guessed, the Aura of the person. He confirmed it after seeing his mother and the actual doctor - both had gentle, steady Auras. I'm guessing I'm the only one that can see them, he thought . That imposter, though. Whoever she is, she's deffo gonna be a nuisance.

Wanting to get outside after being confined to a hospital room, he found the nearest field and was currently cloud watching with his hands clasped leisurely behind his head. It was bliss. His breaths got deeper and slower, and before he knew it, Izuku fell asleep.

(LINE BREAK)

"My student's watching, so I'm going to show off a little." Izuku disappeared and then reappeared instantaneously behind Pink Hair (Izuku didn't know why or how, but this time Pink Hair had tattoos). He grabbed him by the arm and spun him around before knocking him flying through the air.

Before Pink Hair could retaliate, Izuku was suddenly flying. There was no other way to describe it. He felt an equal amount of rage and glee as he looked down on the scene below him. A glorious Battle Royale in a forest. How fun. It really had been too long since he had let loose (it had been five days).

He schooled his features. And with that, Izuku asked himself, "Now then, where should I begin?"

(LINE BREAK)

His hand shot out, grabbing the person's arm before they could shake him awake.

"Don't you know it's rude to wake people up from their naps," Izuku said.

The girl, whose arm was still enclosed in Izuku's hand, glared coldly at him. "Well, it's getting dark, so I thought about being a good Samaritan. But clearly," she wrenched her arm out of his grip, "you are not appreciative." Levelling her cold gaze at Izuku once more, she walked off.

She sounded pretty posh, he thought. The daylight hours were slowly diminishing, and whilst the girl's concern might have been warranted for anyone else, Izuku did not need it. After all, he thought, I'm the strongest .

Despite his lethargic state before, the dream he experienced seemed to have shot a surge of energy through him as he jumped to his feet. Flexing his fingers with a manic grin on his face, he ran towards the alleyways. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat. If you were a villain in Musutafu that night, not even the gods could help you.