Bulletproof Glass

In Which We Discover A Box

"Stop it you two! This isn't the time to be arguing—"

"Shut up U̴̸̸̸̠̺͉̫͓̫͚͚̪͉̟͎̓̓ͧ̀͑͐͛̓͋̐̆͊͆̊͘͝͠r̵̸̵̶̢̨̛͓͓͎͍̫̪̟͖͍̫͓̫̰̻̹̮͉̲̰̗̼̮͛ͬ͐͐͒̓͋̐̊͊̈͑̄͐̍͌̅̊̈̓̏̉̕̚̕̕̕͘͜͜͝͝a̸̴̴̵̢̛͖͙͕̪͍̟͖̻̠̪͍̪̬̰̰̭̳̥̫̝͕̻̙̳̮̥̯͓̬̜̦͑͛͐ͣ͐̾̈́̐̾̓̓̈̒̐̔͐́̎̿̆͋́͌͘̕ͅm̴̸̸̵̡̡̢̢̞͉͕̙̻͓͖̞̞͓̮̙̩͓̺͍̫̿̿͌ͫ͛̒͆͑͒͒͆̈́̇̇̐́́̂̿̏͂́͒̅̔́͘̕͘͝͝i̴̸̵̴̢̘̪̼͕̟͙̞̙͙͍̘̳̣̲̹̭͍̖͇̪̝͖̹̱̤̭̠͓̩̱̾͋̓ͥ̈́͒͒̔̈́͑̒͐̈́̌̚͜! You don't know anything! Stay out of this!"

"I KNOW I don't know anything but will you just LISTEN TO ME<em>—"

"YOU wouldn't help anything at all! You're just trying to be something you're not! Go away you useless idiot!"

...

Silence; Widened eyes; rushed apologies, they all don't matter in the end. If what's done is done then there is no use lingering and clinging on to the past. You can forgive but lying underneath all of the acceptances, all of the friendliness, you will never be able to forget. It was at this time where he knew he would have to either let go and let it be or cling on and risk getting hurt,

And although the choice was painful, he knew which one was best.

"Fine, if that's what you both want."

| I.M |

Sitting in the privacy of his own room, A four year old Izuku cried himself to sleep. Today was supposed to be the best day ever! Today was supposed to be the day he got his quirk. Today was supposed to be the day where everything changed. Well, Izuku muses, supposes things did change. Just not for the better.

"Sorry kid, it's not gonna happen." The doctor had said in a dismissive tone, seemingly oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside Izuku's head.

Quirkless? No...no that can't be right! He was supposed to become a hero alongside Kacchan! They were supposed to go to U.A and become the best hero duo together! How was he going to do that if he was quirkless? Powerless?

"Oh dear. So you really think there's something wrong, then?" His mother had asked. The doctor explained that he had two toe joints, therefore that meant there was only a 0.002% chance he would develop a quirk in his lifetime, which was extremely rare.

Crying softly, Little Izuku slowly drifted off into the dark abyss known to mankind as sleep.

| I.M |

Darkness. All around him. No light. No sound. Just darkness.

.

.

.

And then there was. He could feel his feet touching the nonexistent ground underneath him. Hear the way his heart pounded against his rib cage. See the way the darkness had expanded around him at all angles. It was surreal.

In a daze, Izuku walked. He walked and walked and walked until he saw something in the distance. Upon closer inspection it looked to be a box.

The box was black and gold rimmed. Beside it there was a lock laying there, unlocked.

Curious, the young boy knelt down to examine it, debating whether or not he should open it. Eventually, after a long battle, his curiosity won out. He raised a trembling hand to the box, gripped the top ridge, and slowly pulled upwards.

As soon as the action was finished a bright white light erupted and expanded across the darkness. When the light faded and his eyes adjusted, Izuku saw something—or rather, someone—standing a few feet away from him in the now white nothingness.

The demon-like figure blinked a few times, eyes also adjusting to the change in lighting, before they laser focused on him like he was the only thing in the world—which <em>would</em> be correct in this specific situation, though he kind of wished that wasn't the case right now, especially with how bad his anxiety is.

"Oh, Hey!" The half-demon-half-human thing bounded up to him in record time, exclaiming loudly. "I'm Nikkō! What's your name?" He—he's assuming it's a he—said with about as much enthusiasm as a cat on crack which is, in case you haven't figured it out, very energetic.

"Uhm, m-my n-n-name is M-Midoriya I-I-Izuku."

"Hiya Izuku! I can call you that right?" After his affirmative nod, Nikkō continued on. "This place is pretty boring doncha think? Why don't we liven the place up a bit!"

Without waiting for a response, 'Nikkō' flicked his wrist in a mildly unnecessary fashion and suddenly there was a living room where the white abyss previously resided. Hesitantly, as if the couch was going to get up and bite him, Izuku sat on one of the surprisingly comfortable couches while Nikkō just sat on the floor on a futon.

Confused, Izuku looked around before examining the other boy once again. He had raven black hair (and wings to match) with a streak of light purple highlights and two slightly more saturated purple horns protruding out of each side of his head. He wore a salmon pink hoodie and had really tan skin but the most eye catching thing was that they had two different eye colors, one eye was black while the other was emerald green, like his. They seemed to be very energetic and looked to be about his age. Was that a part of his quirk? Did he just look like a demon or did they also have fitting powers to match? Was there a limit to how much of his quirk he could use, assuming that his quirk is an emitter type. What type of—"

Before his muttering tangent could go on Nikkō had interrupted, unknowingly saving himself from half an hours worth of weird and uncomfortable questions. "Woah there buddy! I'm going to need you to chill out on the whole analysis thing there. You're actually pretty smart, has anyone ever told you that?"

He blushed under the compliment. Not many people had really noticed his smarts because he had never really got the chance to show them off during preschool.

For the rest of the night, Izuku and Nikkō talked and gossiped and gave analysis on heroes back and forth until finally,

Soft coaxing (that sounded suspiciously like his mother's voice) startled Izuku out of his in-depth analysis on how Endeavor could control and use his flames to minimize property damage and civilian casualties. He looked up as it seemed like the sound was coming from all around them. Nikkō didn't seem to look bothered by this at all; Actually, it seemed like he was more disappointed than anything.

"Well then, I guess times up." Nikkō sighed, sitting up from the criss-crossed position he was sitting in previously. Izuku turned to stare at him.

"What do you mean 'Times up'?" Izuku asked, curious.

"You gotta wake up now but don't worry! I'll come back soon enough, okay?" Izuku nodded silently, sad at the prospect of losing a new friend that he had just made, but it was okay! It was okay because he'd see him tomorrow, probably, maybe.

"So...how do I wake up?" Izuku asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

"All you have to do is say the words, 'Oyasumi,' and my name and BOOM! You'll be back home and kicking!" Nikkō said, bright as ever. (Even if he only knew him for about a couple of hours.)

"Okay then," he took a deep breath, "I'll see you later yeah?" At that Nikkō nodded his head, arms crossed as he gazed at Izuku with his heterochromatic eyes. "Alright." He breathed. Taking one last look at Nikkō, Izuku braced himself.

"Oyasumi, Nikkō-San."

~1,160~