Komorebi

by pocketbird12

Summary:

Aizawa doesn't want to believe that the deadly new street drug he's been investigating is the result of genetic experimentation on a child, but reality never caters to his preferences. After tracing the origin of the drug back to the Shie Hassaikai and its cold leader, Overhaul, he takes matters into his own hands to try to set things right.

After being diagnosed quirkless for years, Izuku Midoriya finally manifests a quirk--a dangerous and destructive quirk that lands him in the hands of Chisaki Kai. His life becomes a living hell until a certain underground hero decides he's worth saving, despite Izuku's own protests otherwise.

Katsuki Bakugo is still mourning the death of his childhood friend, struggling with the heavy guilt over how he treated him. Accepted to UA, he's moving quickly toward his goal to be the best hero; but he still can't seem to forget Deku. The last thing he expects to find at his new school is the ghost of his past.

After Aizawa rescues Izuku and takes him in, the two of them as well as Katsuki find themselves working to build something new. And as the League of Villains starts to dig its roots into society, Izuku can't help but wonder if maybe his quirk has a purpose after all.

Notes:

Helloooooo! I started writing this for my own enjoyment but then I figured meh might as well share the fun. :) Anyway, this story is going to be Dadzawa heavy. Still not sure if the Bakugo/Izuku relationship will be platonic or romantic. I like to kind of let the characters do their thing as I write. I'll add tags as I go along.

Updates on this fic will likely be pretty slow. I'm graduating medical school and about to start residency, so life is a bit crazy. But fear not, updates will come.

Chapter 1: Prologue

There’s a specific shade of green that the underside of a leaf makes when sunlight shines through it. It’s hard to explain, exactly, and even harder to match, but it is truly mesmerizing. It was the last thing that Izuku Midoriya saw before everything fell apart.

Some moments—for one reason or another, get frozen in time: preserved like a pinned-up butterfly in your mind. This was one of those moments for Izuku. Years later, he could still recall the way a breeze had lifted the leaf up into the little beam of sun; the way the tree had shivered with the weight of all that beauty. And that color. That green that seemed to transcend the world. It etched itself into the back of his mind. That was the first time his world was washed in stained-glass green, and it didn’t last long.