Future Stories

The fluorescent lights of Aldera Middle School hummed, a stark contrast to the swirling nightmare that had Izuku Midoriya thrashing in his sleep. His mind replayed the agony of Pochita's sacrifice, the desperate, futile feeling of being powerless.

He bolted upright, a guttural scream tearing from his throat.

"POCHITA!"

He was met with a sea of startled faces, whispers, and glares. Only Koda, in the back, offered a look of silent understanding.

"Yagi, don't scream in my class!" The teacher's voice was sharp, annoyed.

Izuku slumped back into his seat, the dream's icy grip still on him.

"Yeah, Deku. Sit down, you useless Quirkless. And what stupid name is Pochita? What a stupid na...." Katsuki Bakugo's taunting words cut through the air, laced with his usual venom.

Before Bakugo could finish, a blur of motion. Izuku was out of his seat, his fist connecting with Katsuki's jaw with a sickening crack, sending him sprawling. The classroom went silent.

"Never insult Pochita ever again, you son of a bitch."

"Yagi, go back to your seat now!" The teacher stammered, fear creeping into his tone.

Izuku turned, his emerald eyes now burning with an unholy red glow that made the teacher flinch. A thick, metallic chain, sharp as a blade, erupted from Izuku's hand, impaling the wall inches from the teacher's head.

"Listen here, asshole. From this day on, the old Izuku is dead. Whoever stands in my way, I won't show any mercy."

Fear, raw and palpable, spread through the classroom. No one dared to move.