What if Deku had a Haki
Musutafu, Japan – Ten Years Ago The world was unfair. That was the first lesson Izuku Midoriya learned, and he learned it at the tender age of four. The doctor’s office smelled of antiseptic and cold indifference. The elderly physician, a man with a mustache that looked like a push-broom, tapped his pen against an X-ray of a small foot. It was a rhythmic, damning sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. "You should probably give it up, kid," the doctor said, his voice flat. Izuku froze. Beside him, his mother, Inko, adjusted her grip on her purse, her knuckles whitening. "Doctor? Is something wrong? Most of the other kindergarteners have already started showing signs of their Quirks... Izuku is the only one who hasn't." "And he won't," the doctor replied, pointing at the X-ray. "It's an old bit of science, but it holds up. The presence of a second joint in the pinky toe. It’s a recessive trait found in those who haven't evolved. Your son has it. He’s Q...