dragons wrath

how it all started

Ever since he was little, all Izuku wanted was to be a hero. He never cared about being the best or becoming the number one hero. He just wanted to help people.

He was born into a loving family in a warm home. His parents were always there for him, supporting him through every challenge. He had a caring sister and friends who stuck by his side.

But fate had other plans.

At four years old, he was declared quirkless.

From that moment on, his life became an endless series of obstacles. What should have been a story of triumph turned into a cruel inversion of everything he had hoped for.

Aldera Middle School, the school he attends along with those he called his friends, now turned bullies.

"Deku! Get back here, you quirkless freak!"

Izuku had long since gotten used to running. It was a daily occurrence at Aldera—to flee and hide from whoever decided to torment him that day. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he weaved through the crowded hallways, glancing at the visibility mirrors at each turn. As expected, the group was right behind him.

Leading the charge was Bakugou, his usual sneer in place. Right behind him were his sister, Katsumi, and Shoto, both enjoying the chase.

Izuku's mind raced. As he bolted through the halls with his tormentors right on his tail.

He darted down the corridor, dodging past students pouring out of their last class. Years of experience had sharpened his reflexes—no more tripping over stray feet, no more getting caught in the crowds.

Experience had its perks.

Reaching the stairwell, he slammed the door shut behind him before continuing his sprint. It wouldn’t hold them for long, but every second counted. He was nearly at the school gates—almost free—when a hand yanked his collar back, sending him crashing to the ground.

Dazed, he looked up.

Izumi Yagi, his so-called sister, loomed over him, a disgusted sneer twisting her face.

"How many times do we have to tell you, Deku?" She spat the name like venom. "You're not leaving until you learn your lesson."

By the time she dragged him to the warehouse behind the school, Bakugou and the others had caught up. Small explosions crackled in Bakugou’s palms, his grin stretching wide with sadistic glee.

Izuku didn’t struggle. He knew there was no point.

Curling into himself, he braced for what was coming.

As always, his prayers went unanswered.

Hours Later

The final school bell had rung two hours ago, but Izuku still lay sprawled behind the warehouse shed, barely conscious. The pain was nothing new. Neither were the bruises.

But the words lingered.

"If you really want a quirk, try taking a swan dive off the roof. Maybe you'll be born with one in your next life."

His gut twisted as his face contorts in frustration. How could Bakugou say something like that so easily, without a shred of remorse? But then again, Bakugou never faced consequences—not in Aldera. He was the self-proclaimed King of Aldera.

Nearby, discarded on the ground, lay his battered notebook.

The one filled with his analysis of heroes, their quirks, and possible ways to improve them. And far more importantly. It also contained forms of martial arts and combat as he felt a strange attraction to martial arts.

He had poured countless hours watching and studying various martial arts, whether it was live or far away. He had poured his soul into it.

And yet, to his classmates, his so-called "friends and family," it was all a joke. Especially to Bakugou and Izumi.

Izumi...

They are actually half siblings as Izuku was actually born 10 months earlier than her. His real father wasn’t Toshinori Yagi. Inko married Toshinori after his father vanished, and whether he was dead or had abandoned them, Izuku neither knew nor cared.

He had long since stopped waiting for someone to save him.

With a groan, he forced himself upright, clutching his aching ribs as he limped toward the school gate. It was late. He needed to go home.

As he reached the entrance, he realized the school grounds were empty. The sun had nearly set, casting an orange glow over the deserted campus.

But someone was still there.

Standing just outside the gate was Momo Yaoyorozu.

Once, she had been his best friend. Now, she was just another face in Izumi’s circle of bullies.

She watched him with a troubled expression, eyes lingering on his injuries. She had known about Izumi and Bakugou’s bullying, but she hadn’t realized it had gone this far.

And now... she was beginning to regret it.

At first, she thought the plan was just to scare him out of being a hero. Bakugou had come up with the idea, and Izumi had been the first to agree. But as time went on, it spiralled out of control.

The bruises became harder to ignore.

The scars are more visible.

The friendship she once had with Izuku now nothing more than a dead dream.

She couldn't stand by and watch anymore.

"Izuku—" she hesitated, then corrected herself. "Yagi."

He didn’t react.He just kept walking, his eyes hollow covered by his dirty hair, his body barely holding itself together.

"You can’t go home like this," she tried again. "Let me give you a ride."

No response. He just kept walking, not caring to listen to what she was saying.

"Yagi, please. Just let me help you."

Still nothing.

Desperate, she reached out—only for him to move faster than she expected.

In an instant, he had her pressed against the wall, gripping the collar of her jacket tightly as he easily lifted her off her feet.

For the first time, Momo felt afraid.

She had never seen him react like this before, nor has he ever shown the strength to lift anyone up with a single hand before as she felt a sense of dread and fear for the first time in her life.

"I-Izuku... s-stop..." she choked out, feeling his grip tighten. She was unable to see through his hair to see his eyes flicker between gold and emerald.

From the corner of his eye, Izuku saw a sleek black car approaching. Momo’s ride.

He let go of her without a word takking a step back before walking away as she quckly collapsed to the ground as she gasped for breath.

She could only watch as he disappeared down the street, his battered form swallowed by the growing darkness.

By the time he collapsed in an empty alley it was late at night, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving only pain and rage.

He grits his teeth, fists clenching against the cold pavement. His whole body ached, his mind screamed, but there was one thought that drowned out everything else.

"Mark my words… Everything you've built... I’ll make sure it all crumbles before your very eyes."

And for the briefest second, his eyes flickered from black to golden as sparks of lightning crackled through the air.

Hello people of Wattpad. I have finally decided to release the rewritten version of my dragon fist Izuku! I'm sorry for those want the sequel to the Buddha of Konoha but I still have to make some more preparation so since I already have a nice foundation for this one I'll be focusing on this one for the next while then I'm moving to Black clover.