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||My Immortality|| Boku No Hero Academia x Male R

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Chapter 1: Birth

Quirks came into the world out of nowhere and people looked at it as the next step of evolution. People have gained powers like no one has ever seen before. From the ability to see into someone's mind to shaking the earth under their feet, but they can all die. No matter how strong the quirk they have is it does not make them a god. Although the strong dominate the world and the weak subside to the bottom of the food chain. There is one who seems to be present in a void of no weak nor strong, but instead the role of survival.
His name is (M/n) (L/n) and he is, by definition, an immortal from the day he gained his quirk. The quirk known as absolute cell regeneration has the ability to bring back its user no matter what. Hitting the peak at the age of 16 his body freed itself from the hands of time staying how it looked. The boy has died many times but has never stayed that way. Sadly, with immortality brings curiosity from mortality.
People don’t see their own evil if they see themselves as saving the world, which is the case with the grandfather of (M/n). He saw the impossible when he watched an eight year old (M/n) fall from an open window of his sons apartment complex six stories up and onto a car. Only to see the child brush it off as if it was nothing. The only evidence of the event was the bloody torn up clothes that draped themselves upon his body.
(M/n)’s grandfather was medical researcher and saw his grandchild as the key to the illness, wound, and deformity in the world. So, when (M/n)’s father slept in his lonely room, his grandfather took (M/n) to a private research facility of the border of the U.S. There he fully tested his grandchild to the point where if he was caught in what he was doing, him and those involved would receive the death penalty as understatement.
Gallons of blood was pumped out of (M/n) like a water well on a daily basis. Next they began to extract bone marrow along with spinal fluid for research. Soon discovered was the fact that when his blood is injected into any wounded human their wounds would be healed in second before conforming to the host cells. They called it “a bottled miracule”.
Though one crucial mistake closed the administration of this method when the medical industry administered it to a brain tumor patient. The regenerative cells excelled the tumor cells and killed them instantly. The medical department disclosed any further research on the subject  called “Immortal” and stripped (M/n)’s grandfather’s medical licence. This enraged the old man.
He moved from creating drugs to pushing the limits of his unkillable grandson. Shoving him through a woodchipper, crushing him to death, and even cremation could not stop the boy from coming back. (M/n) must have died a thousand times in that facility.
After five years (M/n)’s father found him and his grandfather was imprisoned along with the rest of the administration. The medical establishment that hid him went into deep investigation. Although (M/n) was home and safe again with his father, something seemed off about him.
He would never talk unless talked to, kept to himself, and drowned out the world with headphones. (M/n)’s father was greatly worried for his son, he was the only thing he had of his family now. He had (M/n) go to therapy and take multiple self defense classes which he excelled in but rarely talked in therapy.
Once (M/n) learned everything he could from hand to hand fighting he moved onto to swordfighting. He was a prodigy when it came to combat but would block out everything which resulted in his father homeschooling him as best he could. There was a point where his father was going to force him to go back to school but couldn’t bring himself to it.
After finishing sword fighting the boy moved on to firearms. His perfect eyes helped train his now perfect aim with a gun in his hand. With all of this combat training (M/n) decided to explore the occupation of a pro hero. (M/n)’s father was quite surprised at this as he was already hiding scholarship letters from high quality hero schools from him.
His father had nothing against pro heros or his son wanting to be hero. He married one after all, but he didn’t want to lose him again. He got him back but now he wants to go off to some advance hero school and will rarely see him. But he couldn’t hide it from him so he did what he thought was best for his kid. Packed up and moved to Japan.
(M/n) could speak japanese just fine with him being half japanese on his mother’s side and it being one of the foreign languages his father taught him. His father grew up in Japan so it was no problem for him. (M/n)’s father was a weapons engineer for police forces in america where he would make compact forms of weapons to save space and lighten the weight. When he found (M/n)’s hero design he knew he wanted to make his weapons.
Four metal flat metal rectangular boxes. Two turned into twin double side blades the split down the middle that activated a taser mode. The other two turned into twin pistols that could be combined into a sniper rifle. He saved them for his son’s sixteenth birthday which would come before he could join a school.
(M/n) didn’t make the news in Japan so he wasn’t flooded with letters asking him to come to their schools but he just needed one. The U.A. was where his mother went and his father had an old friend who was able to set up and interview with the principle of the U.A. but (M/n) had to an e-mail to him telling them why they should allow him to go to their school. His e-mail was blunt saying “I can’t die, my safety won’t be your problem.”, which by some miracle worked.
Three years past by from what happened and (M/n) would not cut his hair. He had healthy hair but it was so long. He hasn’t cut it since he got back and it was now to the point where it reached his waist. He kept it in a somewhat neat braid but still was long. He might not age but his hair and nails still grew so he had to trim those down.
The apartment they moved into was a small two bedroom with a living room, kitchen, and a space for a dining table. (M/n)’s father was unboxing the living room while his son was finishing his room. He came across an old family photograph of him, his son, and his wife. Erika and Matthew (L/n). Matthew was a work at home dad while his wife was a pro hero. The pro hero Striker, with her katana and her super speed quirk no villain was able to escape her.
Erika was a short black haired beauty with dazzling (e/c) along with clean sleek skin and walked with kick in her step that made you feel the confidence in her wake.  Matthew had (h/c) hair that would bypass his shoulders and would constantly tie it back. He also had a little scruffy beard and the build of a professional wrestler.
Matthew had the quirk of that gave him the ability to fix almost everything that led him to pursue engineering. They met when his company was taken hostage by a large gang of villains and Striker came into save the day. During the dispute her swords broke and that's when matthew came in equipping her with a makeshift prototype sword. Erika took down with the sword and Matthew insisted on her keeping it as a thank you gift for saving him.
They saw for of each other with little ‘accidental’ run ins until they finally decided to see each other romantically. For six years they dated and explored the world together until they decided to tie the knot. They eloped in the states and bought a humble little apartment in the city. Matthew got his job equipping the police and Erika got assigned to a new hero agency.
Not long after (M/n) came along and they were an official family. Matthew would teach him about about the complexity of engineering and take him when he had to take his design to the workshops he got them built had. Erika would tell him about her adventures and taking out bad guys while displaying her attacks on her poor husband. (M/n) loved his parents and they loved him, but it’s not always enough.
When (M/n) was four Erika developed an unknown disease that bedridden her. For months she wasted away in her bed in the arms of the two men she loved. She died on rainy day like nature knew the sorrow that fell that home. But never was she forgotten. (M/n) has trouble remembering her face but never forgets the melody that was her voice when she could sing him to sleep when he was young. Now it was just them.
Matthew placed the old photograph on a shelf before continuing to unpack. (M/n) had finished setting up his room and entered the living room where his father was. Without words he began to help his father with his job. Silence fell upon them as the only sound would be the crinkle of wrapping paper from the moving boxes.
“You got a package from the hero agency.” Matthew broke the silence while grabbing a cardboard box from the hallway that led to the front door. “It’s your hero uniform you designed right? You sent in your design and they made it for you?”
“Yeah.” (M/n) murmured as he moved the box over and placed it on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and opened up the box.
Then he lifted it up the first part of his hero uniform. It was a strap up leather short sleeved shirt, the straps and collar were black and the rest was an autumn leaf brown, the buckles and buttons were a gold colored steel. The next were the pants that were also brown leather and had metal holsters for weapons on the outside of both calves and thighs. Along with that there were a pair of dark brown boots that were made to be easy to move in and a pair of hard black leather strapped arm bands. There was also a metal chain to wear as a belt.
Last thing in the box was a long red cape that wrapped around the body. It was held together on the right side above the heart with a bronze and gold medallion. The medallion had the symbol of the egyptian ankh, the symbol of Immortality.
“I haven’t even joined a school yet and I already have an outfit.” The teen whispered.
“Well tomorrow is your interview and they are going to want an example of strength from you. Dress the part you want to play. Ah! You are going to need these.” His father pulls four metal rectangular boxes that were tied together with a ribbon. “I wanted to make sure that I could be with you on the battlefield. Even if it’s not literal at least you will have something of me.”
The corner of (M/n)’s mouth curved into a light smile and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’.
“Happy birthday (M/n).”
The next day (M/n) took the bus to the U.A. His father wasn’t going to join him because they wanted it to be one on one. After stepping of the bus he headed towards the front gates of the U.A with his duffle bag with his uniform and saw a tired looking man.
“Are you the one I am supposed to meat?” (M/n) asked.
“Yes. I am Aizawa. Let’s skip the introduction since I already know who you are. Also I’m tired.” He began to walk into the building and (M/n) followed him. “If you do get in you are going to be placed into my class, but don’t think for a second that it is going to be easy. I tend to cut of those who show no potential.”
(M/n) turned looked up to him with his still eyes and parted mouth. “I never implied that I think that.”
“Well, some of you kids nowadays need to know that life isn’t as easy to figure out as they think it is.” Aizawa growled.
Trust me. I know what life can be like. (M/n) thought. He followed the dark dressed man through the school taking swift glances at the classes that were going on on the way. Minutes passed until we reached a door with the title “Principle” on it. Aizawa opened up the door and let the young Male through before closing the door.
“(M/n) (L/n), Welcome to the U.A.” a Bear? Said as he turned around in the swivel chair behind the desk. “I’m the principle Nedzu. Are you ready for your interview?”
“Yes sir.” (M/n) spoke as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
“Well this interview is fairly simple all you have to do is answer one question.” Nedzu declared.
“Okay. What is the question?” (M/n) questioned.
“Why do you want to be a hero?” Nedzu questioned back.
(M/n) paused for a moment. A simple question but it felt like there was a point he was missing. He decided to give the most blunt answer he could.
“I want to help people.”
“Of course you want to help people. But why hero work? There is many ways to help people. Become a social worker, a doctor, a therapist, a politician. But you. You are choosing hero work. Why?” Nedzu asked with a curious stature.
This time (M/n) thought a lot harder. Minutes passed with still no answer but Nedzu didn’t mind. He simply waited patiently for his potential student.
“I can’t die.” (M/n) worded.
“I know that.”
“I can’t die but others can. I was told that I will watch this world grow old without me. I will outlive every person on this planet apparently. But if I get the chance to help someone live a little longer. To see the people they love one more time. To help the world get put on the right track. I wanna take it, and the only way I think I will get those chances is through becoming a hero.” (M/n) exclaimed.
Nedzu grinned with pride at this answer. Much better than the last one. (M/n) gave off a very comforting aura from him and Nedzu could feel it behind that cold face the male showed.
“Congrats! You passed! Now you just gotta get through the entrance exam we have set up for you.”
(M/n) changed into his hero uniform and stood in front of a large gate that seemed to lead to a large city structure. He was given his objective. Kill any target he comes into contact with. His red cape blew in the wind as he readied his pistols. Once the gate open he was on his way.
Just because the exam was testing one person didn’t mean they were going to lighten up on the heat that was release. Giant robots got their heads blown off one after another. The bullets in (M/n)’s guns were powerful enough to shoot a body sized hole in a concrete wall. Only the best from his father.
Hearing the click of running out of ammo he switched to his swords. Using the double bladed weapons he took down more robots. Cutting down their legs and stabbing them in their heads. (M/n) was in an unstoppable drive until he ran out robots.
He stood upon the wreckage that he had cause glancing at all the falling robots. From an observing room three U.A staff members watched the boy. The three being Aizawa, Nedzu and a skinny All Might.
“Kids got skill I’ll give him that.” Aizawa commented.
“106! That’s a new record.” Nedzu announced.
“Now now, we haven’t even seen him react to the zero pointer.” All Might then proceeded to press a button on a keyboard in front of him.
The area around (M/n) began to shake and a robot the size of a building arose and activated on the grounds. With one glance at the robot (M/n) turned and ran the opposite direction.
“Well that’s disappointing.” Nedzu murmured.
“Wait. What is he doing?” All Might pointed out that the boy they were watching had gone into a building. Minutes passed until he reappeared on the roof of the building. His pistols reloaded and combined into a sniper rifle.
The robot was closer and closer until it was staring him down. It then raised its arms and brought it down on the building. (M/n) ran towards it and jumped right as it collided with the building. In mid air (M/n) took aim with his rifle and pulled the trigger and one bullet sped through the air. Once it hit the robot dead center in the head. The entire robot seemingly combusted into the flames.
(M/N) walked out of the flames with his cape and braid dancing in the wind behind him. He took a quick glance at the flaming mess that was left from his actions and shrugged. “I guess dad was right. They do keep the gas tank in its head.”
This plot has been in my head so I needed to write it down. Decided to share.
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