IZUKU MIDORIYA'S QUIRK
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Knock. Knock.
Izuku Midoriya stood in front of an unfamiliar apartment door, hand still hovering after the second knock. The hallway was quiet—just the faint hum of city life outside the windows.
In his other hand, he clutched a simple piece of paper. No name. No explanation. Just four printed words in bold:
"Want. A. Quirk? Come meet me."
He hadn't shown it to anyone—not even his mother. It had been slipped into his notebook sometime during lunch. No one saw. No one ever did. He was invisible to most people… unless they needed someone to push around.
His fingers curled tightly around the slip, crumpling its edges.
What am I even doing here? he thought.
His mind drifted—unwanted, but familiar.
The laughter. The jeers. The way Katsuki grabbed his notebook earlier that day and set it on fire while the others laughed.
"You think just studying heroes will make you one?"
Someone else kicked his bag down the stairs. "Get real, Deku. You're nothing."
It wasn't new. Not even surprising. But that didn't make it hurt less. He could still hear their voices in his head, still feel the sting behind his eyes, that awful pressure in his chest.
He blinked it away.
But it wasn't just today. It was everything.
His father left when he was five. Said he was going overseas for work. Never came back. No calls. No letters. Just silence.
His mom had done her best. She worked two jobs, cooked when she could, and tried to smile through the fatigue. He remembered the time she broke down crying when the doctor told them he was quirkless. She had apologized to him—like it was her fault.
And even then, he had smiled through it. For her.
But inside? He'd been breaking a little every day since.
That's why this slip—this ridiculous, probably fake, possibly dangerous slip—was burning in his hand. Because he had nothing left to lose. Because a part of him, a quiet, desperate part, still believed that maybe… just maybe…
The door clicked.
It opened slowly, revealing a young man leaning casually against the doorframe. Older than Izuku, maybe by a few years. Dark eyes. Calm expression. Not someone he recognized from school or anywhere else.
The man glanced at the slip in Izuku's hand, then at Izuku himself.
"You came," he said simply.
Izuku swallowed. "Did you… write this?"
The man stepped aside. "Come in. We should talk."
Izuku hesitated.
Then he stepped forward, past the threshold—into something uncertain, something unfamiliar.
But maybe, finally… something different.
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Nova leaned against the apartment wall, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he stared at the door. He could hear the footsteps outside, soft and hesitant—just like he expected.
Right on time, he thought.
It had taken a few days to set things in motion. The idea wasn't complicated: if he wanted influence in this world, he needed someone close to its heartbeat. Not the strongest. Not the loudest. But someone with the potential to become something more. Someone overlooked.
Izuku Midoriya.
He'd watched him from a distance for a while. At first, just curiosity—an anomaly. A quirkless boy in a superpowered society who still dreamed of becoming a hero. Then came the fascination. He was flawed, yes. Timid, hesitant, and burdened by self-doubt. But he didn't bend.
Nova respected that.
Most people would have broken. Hell, most did break—bullied, ignored, stripped of pride and support. Midoriya had been dealt a terrible hand, but he still showed up. Every day. Still took notes. Still watched the heroes and dreamed.
And that made him valuable.
Nova wasn't planning to parade around offering power to just anyone. That was reckless. But if someone was meant to rise… he could nudge them. Push them into a better direction. Under him, of course. He needed loyal people across dimensions, and there was no better kind of loyalty than the kind forged through transformation.
So he left the note. Short. Ambiguous. Deliberately risky.
Want. A. Quirk? Come meet me.
A simple test. If Midoriya ignored it, then he wasn't ready. If he panicked, tore it up, ran the other way—that was fine too. But if he showed up, if he knocked on the door without knowing what waited on the other side…
That meant he was hungry. Desperate. Brave.
And here he was.
Nova smiled faintly to himself, hearing the soft knock. There was no theatrics here. No grand entrances. Just two people on opposite ends of a life-altering moment.
He stepped forward and opened the door.
Green eyes stared up at him, tired but alert. Nervous, but not backing away.
"You came," Nova said, as if this was just another meeting in a long line of arrangements.
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Nova took a sip of his tea and looked at Izuku, who was fidgeting. Nova could practically smell his fear and his hope.
Deciding not to be long winded, he turned his hand a magical control appeared in his hand, which greatly surprised and terrified Izuku as contract= devil was going through his mind.
With trembling hands, he looked at fhe contracts and read the terms.
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PARTY A – NOVA ASHBOURNE
THE TRADER
PARTY B – IZUKU MIDORIYA
THE CLIENT
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CONTRACT OBJECTIVE: A TRADE FOR SUBORDINATION
→ PARTY A WILL PROVIDE PARTY B WITH A SUPER POWER, OPTIONS WILL BE PROVIDED– PARTY B CAN CHOOSE, SO THAT PARTY B MAY BECOME A HERO.
→ IN RETURN, PARTY B WILL BECOME A SUBORDINATE OF PARTY A. TIME PERIOD – UNKNOWN.
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ADDITIONAL CLAUSES:
→ PARTY A CANNOT ORDER PARTY B TO DO THINGS AGAINST HIS CONSCIENCE.
→ PARTY B WILL NEVER REVEAL ANY SECRETS OF PARTY A AND WILL NEVER BETRAY PARTY A.
→ PARTY A WILL NOT CONTROL PARTY B'S LIFE.
→ PARTY B SHALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE THE TYPE OF SUPER POWER HE DESIRES, WITHIN THE LIMITS OF WHAT PARTY A CAN PROVIDE.
→ PARTY B RETAINS FULL AUTONOMY OVER PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS, MORAL CHOICES, AND PUBLIC IDENTITY, UNLESS SUCH CHOICES DIRECTLY ENDANGER PARTY A'S EXISTENCE, AGENDA, OR DIMENSIONAL OPERATIONS.
→ PARTY A WILL ENSURE THAT THE GRANTED POWER IS SAFE, STABLE, AND COMPATIBLE WITH PARTY B'S PHYSIOLOGY AND PSYCHE, TO THE BEST OF PARTY A'S KNOWLEDGE AND ABILITY.
→ PARTY B AGREES TO ANSWER ANY SUMMONS BY PARTY A, PROVIDED IT DOES NOT ENDANGER PARTY B'S IMMEDIATE SURVIVAL OR A MISSION-CRITICAL SITUATION.
→ PARTY A RESERVES THE RIGHT TO ASSIGN TASKS OR MISSIONS TO PARTY B, THOUGH PARTY B MAY REJECT ANY TASK THAT VIOLATES HIS MORAL CODE.
→ IF PARTY B ATTEMPTS TO FORCIBLY SEVER THE CONTRACT OR BETRAY PARTY A, CONSEQUENCES SHALL BE ENACTED, THE NATURE OF WHICH WILL BE DETERMINED BY PARTY A'S DISCRETION, PROPORTIONAL TO THE OFFENSE.
→ SHOULD PARTY A DIE, DISAPPEAR, OR WILLINGLY RELEASE PARTY B, THE CONTRACT WILL BE CONSIDERED NULL AND VOID, AND PARTY B WILL RETAIN THE GRANTED POWER UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED.
→ PARTY A WILL NOT EXPLOIT PARTY B FOR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT, DEGRADATION, OR ENTERTAINMENT IN WAYS THAT STRIP PARTY B OF DIGNITY OR IDENTITY.
→ PARTY B MAY REQUEST COUNSEL, TRAINING, OR KNOWLEDGE FROM PARTY A, WHO WILL PROVIDE SUCH ASSISTANCE IF DEEMED BENEFICIAL TO BOTH PARTIES.
→ PARTY A AGREES TO PROTECT PARTY B FROM EXISTENTIAL THREATS, AS LONG AS SUCH PROTECTION DOES NOT COMPROMISE HIGHER-PRIORITY OBJECTIVES OR EXPOSE PARTY A TO CATASTROPHIC RISK.
→ THIS CONTRACT WILL REMAIN HIDDEN FROM CONVENTIONAL DETECTION, INCLUDING THROUGH MAGICAL, TECHNOLOGICAL, OR PSYCHIC MEANS.
→ ANY MODIFICATION TO THIS CONTRACT MUST BE AGREED UPON BY BOTH PARTIES, WITH CONSCIOUS CONSENT AND MENTAL CLARITY.
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"Subordinate…?"
Izuku's fingers trembled slightly as he held the glowing magical interface in front of him. The word hit hard—but not as hard as it should've. Because even as his pulse raced and warning bells rang in his head, something inside him whispered:
You don't have a choice.
"He's not forcing me," he told himself, scanning the next clause, trying to breathe slowly. "He's offering… options. A choice."
He'd seen contracts in movies—shady pacts with devils, trickster spirits, villains dressed in charm. And while Nova wasn't smiling like a devil, there was something in his calm, collected posture that made Izuku feel like the prey in a very polite hunt.
But still…
"He can't order me to kill. Or hurt people. Or betray what I believe in…"
That line gave him pause. And then another one:
→ Party B shall have the right to choose the type of super power he desires…
His heart pounded.
A quirk.
A real quirk. His own quirk. Something for him. Something he could train with, grow with. Something that could change everything.
"I… I could actually go to U.A."
The weight of every insult. Every fight. Every tear his mom cried when she thought he couldn't hear. All of it burned quietly behind his eyes.
He looked up slowly at Nova, who was just waiting. Calm. No pressure. No smirk.
Just watching.
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Izuku asked softly, but with conviction,"…This is real, isn't it?"
Nova smiled," As real as you want it to be. I'm not here to trick you, Midoriya. I'm here to invest in you. But I don't do handouts. You're making a deal, not getting a miracle."
Izuku nodded slowly and asked," And if I say no?"
Nova answered while shrugging," Then you walk away. No one follows. No one remembers. You'll never hear from me again."
Silence lingered. It was terrifying—and freeing.
But he already knew his answer.
He looked back down at the contract, fingers tight on the edge.
He thought about the classroom. The jeers. Katsuki's smirk. His mom's quiet, tired eyes.
He thought about becoming someone who could save people. At last he thought of Almight and finally his mother.
And finally, he pressed his fingertip to the contract's glowing surface.
A gentle pulse of light spread through it, and the words shimmered briefly—then settled.
Izuku said quietly, trembling, but firm,"…I accept...Boss."
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As the light of the contract dimmed, sealing itself into the air with a soft chime, Izuku lowered his hand slowly, breathing hard. The magic—or whatever it was—still shimmered faintly in the room.
"…I accept… Boss," he said, voice shaking but resolute.
There was a beat of silence.
Then Nova smiled—wide and just a little too sharp.
"Excellent," he said, his voice dropping an octave into something darker, smoother. "Your soul is mine now, Midoriya."
Izuku froze.
Eyes wide. Blood draining from his face.
Nova let the tension stretch for a few seconds longer, then casually took a sip of tea and added in his normal voice, "Kidding. Mostly."
Izuku's face contorted with panic and confusion. "M-M-Mostly!?"
Nova raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. "Hey, you did just sign a glowing magical contract with a guy you met through a creepy note in your school notebook. I think I'm allowed one dramatic moment."
"I—I thought I was going to explode or something!" Izuku blurted.
"Relax," Nova said, grinning now. "You're not technically damned. You just work for me now. Slightly less eternal hellfire, slightly more cosmic errands."
"…That doesn't make it better!"
Nova leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming. "But it will make you a hero."
Hearing be word 'Hero', Izuku's eyes got wet....
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