Izuku Midoriya Wave

The biting wind whipped around the alley, each gust a reminder of the desolate chill in Izuku Yagi’s heart. His emerald eyes, once bright with childish dreams, now held a haunted, hollow look. His body, a canvas of bruises and cuts, a testament to the daily ritual of torment from those who once promised protection. He stumbled, a gasp tearing from his throat, his meager strength fading with each step.

He had run. Ran from the taunts, the explosions, the cruel laughter that echoed in his ears. Ran from the sister who had turned on him, the mother who had abandoned him, the world that had declared him worthless. But where could a Quirkless boy run when his own home was a prison?

A sudden drop, a sharp cry, and the world tilted. He landed hard, the impact jolting through his already broken body. Above, the alley mouth, a sliver of mocking light, receded as he slid further into the darkness. A low growl rumbled, then another, and another. Eyes, luminous in the gloom, began to surround him, predatory and hungry. Wolves. His mind screamed, but his voice was gone.

This was it. The end. Eaten by beasts, just another forgotten casualty in a world that didn't care. He closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable. But then, a hum, a thrumming vibration, and a shadow far larger than any wolf fell over him. A metallic clang, a flash of red light, and a deep, resonant voice echoed in the cavernous pit, a sound that would forever alter his fate: “Soundwave.”