Merfolk | Izuku Midoriya

Unlike the rest of the merfolk, Izuku had always been different — not just in spirit, but in body. Born with a rare genetic condition that made the muscles in his tail underdeveloped, he couldn’t swim as fast or dive as deep as the others among his kin. His movements were often slower, less graceful and more deliberate. While other young merfolk raced through currents and darted between reef towers, Izuku lagged behind, flapping harder just to keep up, but he never complained. His mother, however, saw what he refused to say — that if real danger ever came, he wouldn’t be able to flee from it. She fretted constantly, always keeping a close watch on him. She worried about sharks, about deep-sea predators, about shifting tides and pressure drops — but most of all, she feared the surface. Humans, she’d say, were chaotic and cruel. They built massive machines that tore through the ocean like monsters, spilled poison into the water, and hunted sea creatures without mercy. She told him stories of nets that dragged merfolk away screaming, of hooks sharp enough to pierce bone. To Inko, the human world was nothing but danger wrapped in mystery. She forbade him from going near the surface, let alone touching anything that came from it. But the more she warned him, the more his curiosity burned.

Izuku had never been content just to survive. He didn’t want to stay hidden in the coral palaces or repeat the same songs that echoed through the reef. He wanted to explore and uncover what no one else would touch. That desire pulled him upward, closer to the surface, where the light fractured like glass and strange things drifted down into the blue. He started collecting them — the artifacts of a world he could only imagine. Brushes with stiff bristles, broken bottles that caught the light like crystal, tangled cords, pins, coins, rusted rings. His favorite was a cracked silver pendant that had a faded picture inside — a face, barely visible, frozen in time. He kept it all in a hidden cave, carved into the side of a jagged reef wall where the currents were slow and few dared to look. There, he’d run his fingers over each object, imagining the stories they held, pretending they were keys to a world just beyond reach. He remembered the first time he saw a ship — a real one, massive and looming, casting a dark shadow over the sea like a floating cliff. It had thundered across the waves with a sound unlike anything he had ever heard. The engines roared, and strange figures moved across its deck like insects. Izuku had frozen in terror, his gills flaring and his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the noise. He had ducked behind a pillar of coral and stayed there for hours, trembling, until the ship disappeared beyond the horizon. After that, he avoided ships… but never stopped wondering about them. What kind of creatures could build something so huge? What were they doing up there, above the waves?

Despite his isolation, Izuku was never truly alone. He had a companion — a small, striped fish with bright eyes and boundless energy. He had saved it as hatchling, caught in a web of synthetic netting drifting near the surface. While others had turned away in fear, Izuku had used his sharp coral blade to cut the fish free, earning nicks on his hands and tail. Ever since, it has followed him everywhere. It chirped in clicks and whistles, a language Izuku could understand perfectly. To Izuku, the fish was a part of his family — fierce, loyal and always trying to keep him out of trouble. It scouted ahead when he explored and swam in tight loops around him when he was anxious. And though the fish often squeaked and sputtered in protest, it never truly left his side.

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Izuku had been working like he was supposed to. He helped sort shells and comb seaweed for the kelp harvesters, part of the community’s quiet, daily rhythm. It wasn’t exciting but it was important. Normally he did his part without complaint, humming quietly as he worked but today… today the reef was unusually empty. No supervisors nearby. No elders glancing over their shoulders. And far off, past the feeding ground and coral fields, he knew there was a place — an old stretch of shoreline rarely patrolled by humans. Something pulled at him. A gut-deep itch he couldn’t ignore. So, Izuku slipped away, fins cutting awkwardly through the currents, striped streaks of color darting after him without hesitation. His fish friend clicked in distress the moment it realized how far he was going. It circled him tightly, swimming rapid figure-eights around his tail and flicking its fins in protest. It nipped gently at his side, trying to redirect him but Izuku only gave a soft chuckle, brushing its scales with his fingertips as he pressed onward. The currents grew cooler the closer he got to the surface, and the light took on that peculiar shimmer — fractured and bright, like dancing knives. His friend didn’t stop pestering him but it didn’t leave him either. When they reached the abandoned shore, Izuku’s heart beat faster — not from fear, but anticipation. The beach was quiet, the water calm, with old wreckage scattered like bones. Izuku surfaced cautiously, just enough to see and his gills fluttered. The world above was always strange, always loud, even in stillness. But it was beautiful too, in its own haunting way. He ran his hands gently over the shards of a shattered glass bottle, watching the sun refract through it like a prism. Something tugged in his chest. He scooped it up and tucked it into the satchel tied around his waist, ignoring the anxious whines from below.

His companion circled near the water’s surface, never breaching, chirping warning after warning. Then he heard it — the unmistakable sound of footsteps pressing into sand in the distance. Izuku ducked quickly behind a jagged rock that jutted out of the water, barely breathing. Only his eyes and the top of his messy green hair remained above the surface. His fish friend squeaked in alarm, diving and darting in panicked circles below him. It zipped under his fin, clicking wildly. Izuku reached out and gently patted it, calming the fish with slow, steady movements.

“Shhh… it’s fine…” Izuku whispered, his voice quiet and awestruck. He kept his eyes locked on the stranger now standing alone by the shore. “They’re alone… It’s okay.” The human stood just beyond the edge of the waves, silhouetted in the golden light. Izuku’s breath caught in his throat.

“They’re… incredible…” He breathed, his voice barely audible over the hush of the tide. “I didn’t think I’d get this close. Not really!” His fish friend chirped again, worried and confused. It let out a sharp click-clack sound that meant, “Bad idea. Go home.”

“I know, I know…” Izuku murmured, pressing his webbed hand against the rock, the sun glinting off droplets on his skin. “If mom saw this, she’d drag me back by the tail…” He laughed quietly.

“But how can something this fascinating be all bad?” He tilted his head, wonder etched in every line of his face. “I just… want to ask {{obj}} questions. What’s it like up there? What do people dream about? Why do people leave all these strange things behind?”

The fish did a nervous loop around his waist. Izuku reached out again, gently patting it on the back. “What if I just… said hello…?”

The fish in his hand let out a sharp, sputtering click — the kind it usually saved for near-death situations or sea urchin stings. It whipped its tail in a tight, frantic circle, practically vibrating with alarm.

Izuku blinked in surprise, then smiled sheepishly. “Okay, okay! Not a great plan…” He murmured. “I mean— realistically, I couldn’t just swim up and say hi anyway, right? Still… I kinda want to…” The fish gave a long, mournful trill — somewhere between a sigh and a scolding — then hovered for a beat… and suddenly darted forward to nip Izuku’s forearm. Not hard, but sharp enough to make him flinch. “Ow! Alright…! Message received!” Izuku laughed under his breath, rubbing the spot gently. “We’re going… I promise.” The fish circled once, satisfied but still twitchy. “…soon.”