Welcome to Gluttony. My newest story, the one I have the most interest in. I'll attempt to post chapters 5k in length potentially more if it really catches my interest. Any and all quirk suggestions are welcome!

"Quirkless is a term used to discriminate. To isolate those without power. Society beats and abuses the hearts and souls of those born without ability. 75% of quirkless individuals die without having children, and most of those deaths by suicide…" the man speaking glanced down at paper with a frown. It was concerning reading such depressing words from a boy of 12.

"Izuku, I'm worried about you." He looked up from the paper and started once more, "You were supposed to write a paper on how Hero's affect society. Instead I received a 10 page essay on the discrimination of the quirkless, and suicide rates promoting a power only society. Is there anything you have to say for yourself."

The green haired boy looked at his teacher with a gleam in his eye and spoke few choice words.

"Technically I completed the assessment" his voice was flowing with scarcasm. While his teacher contemplated his words, he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled a small bag of chips from his jacket pocket. He ate them slowly as his English teacher sighed.

"That is besides the point young man, this is the type of writing that I would send kids to councilling for." He dropped the essay on Izuku:s desk and spoke again, "The only thing stopping me is the fact that you have a quirk."

The crunching of chips halted and Izuku straightened his back.

"Did you read it all?"

A nod was all the boy got in return.

Izuku sighed and began to formulate a response. He grabbed another chip and after a few soft chews he started speaking again.

"My quirk isn't much of one, 'Gluttony: The unquenchable hunger.' when I was four my quirk represented itself. My mother's grocery bill quintupled. After quirk Counselling I can manage it, but that's all I do. I'm hungry, and no matter what that pit won't be filled" He started, taking a break for a chip before continuing.

"I sympathize with the quirkless, hungry for power they will never have. For me I always wanted to be a hero, after my quirk manifested I decided another route. To change society with the printed word. So don't you worry Mr. Aiko, my essay wasn't a cry for help, it was a displeasure of the world that I brought to light."

Mr. Aiko was frozen in place, he listened as the boy spoke, years wiser then he should have been. The paper was amazing, he couldn't find an issue with it if he tried, but he had felt obligated to protect his student. However now, he felt less like the teacher.

Izuku finished the last of his chips, hoisted his bag over his shoulder and walked from the classroom. He discarded his trash, and popped a new bag of chips open in one single motion. Without turning to his teacher he gave a slow wave and chomped another chip.

Mr. Aiko was left in the classroom, he was still hanging off of the greenettes words, and odds were he would be for the foreseeable future.

Izuku plugged in his headphones and began his solitary walk home. The soft voices from his podcast threw him into a trance so deep that for the first time in a while he forgot how hungry he was. As he stepped into the shadow of a bridge, a soft clang brought him back. And then he was grabbed.

Green sludge ripped the bag from his back and lifted him into the air. Red floating eyes and multiple rows of razor sharp teeth greeted Izuku when he opened his eyes.

"Shhhhh, it's ok, all I need is thirty seconds. Just be quiet and don't struggle and it won't hurt a bit young one" a tendril of green ripped Izuku's head back, causing him to scream in pain. The second his mouth opened the green slime began pouring in, muffling the sound.

The pain was intense, he couldn't breath, he couldn't move or reach anything. He couldn't cry for help. But the funny thing was, regardless of all of that, the green haired boy was still overwhelmed with hunger. Izuku was convinced that he had taken his last breath, he gave into the liquid and relaxed, in one full movement the sludge drained into the green boy until his body went limp. The pre-teen collasped to the ground. Motionless.

Green eyes snapped open to darkness. To the cold of night. The villian was nowhere to be seen and Izuku laid against the concrete wall, his body shivered and then he snapped to attention. Something was off. It was the feeling of satisfaction? Izuku's eyes popped from his skull and his hand whipped to his stomach. Izuku pulled his phone from his pocket he looked at the time, then he dropped his phone in shock. He hadn't ate since noon. It was midnight, and he wasn't hungry. Izuku sprinted home, his head clouded with only one thought.

Why? Why am I not hungry?

When Izuku went to bed that night his head was filled with theory's and confusion. But nothing made sense, and the only thing that it could possibly be frightened Izuku beyond belief. So when Izuku closed his eyes for the final time that night, he was assaulted with weird dreams, fragments of a life he didn't live. As the snippets of information flowed into him, Izuku heard whispers

"Assimilation. Begin. Type. Mutant. Compatibility: 35%. Limited potential."

Izuku found himself in a library. Around him were a thousand copies of green leather bound books. Each the same but different. He wondered around the stacks of books, tracing his fingers along the neck of each book he passed. He continued walking for what seemed like hours, until he stopped. It was abrupt, he couldn't explain why he paused, nor could he tell you why he pulled the book his fingers landed on. But the second he did the voice whispered once more before his dream faded to black.

"Assimilation Complete."

Waking with a start the green haired boy was lost. He tapped his All-Might themed clock and thanked the gods it was Saturday. He stepped out to the kitchen on instinct, however the second he realized it again.

"I'm not hungry…." He stepped back into his room and and slammed the door. He hurried to his desk booting a PC before he pushed his chair across his room to his rolling whiteboard. He traced the red tape with his eyes until he landed on a photo of his mother. He flipped the board around and began to work on his newest story. His own quirk.

He pushed back to the computer and ran a search on villian activity, finding the culprit from last night, he printed a photo and a descriptor of his quirk. A few more Google searches later he sat looking at a photo of a young boy, light green hair and pink eyes looked back. Prior to the conversion to liquid form his ability was classified as: conversation of own genetic material into a viscous liquid. Izuku sighed and printed the material.

Standing with papers in hand Izuku, he walked to the board. He placed the newfound information neatly under the "Assimilation" category. He was close and he knew it, it was hard to believe, impossible actually. But he felt it in his stomach, the satisfaction. He stepped out into his empty apartment once more and made his way to the kitchen. For once with something other than food on his mind. Finding the first blade he could he pressed it to his arm. One thought flashed through his head.

He was impervious to blades and most physical damage.

He closed his eyes and pressed, only to feel no resistance. His arm was impaled with a kitchen knife, green goop bubbled around the blade. Izuku screamed. Pulling the knife from his arm, he watched his skin reseal, returning to it's natural color. He dropped the knife, it clattered to the floor and seconds later so did Izuku. He clutched his skull, and realized the disgusting truth. He had ate a person, and if that wasn't enough he also stole his quirk. Izuku vomited, green sludge and stomach acid coated every inch of his floor.

Izuku Midorya had killed a man. And the worst part is it satisfied him, it gave him a break from the unrelenting hunger. He was left with a moral dilemma.

It was self defense sure, but in the end it was still his fault. He wiped the vomit from his chin and stood up. Deciding to forgo cleaning his kitchen, he instead reached into his pocket and dialed a number he knew all too well.

The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered.

"Izuku, I'm really sorry but I can't talk right now. Nothing new has came up on your mother-"

Izuku cut him off.

"Detective, I-I I think I killed someone…" The green haired boy trailed off. "It was in self-defense and I didn't mean to but.."

Detective Naomasa could hear the sobbing on the other end of the phone. He looked around him at an empty vault, walls coated in green trails of sludge and the floor was a pool of crimson.

"Are you at home?" Naomasa inquired softy.

"Yeah…"

"Stay put, I'll be there in ten minutes and we can talk" the young detective ended the call with a click and turned on his heel. He has felt responsible for Izuku after his mother had gone missing, being the officer on the case at the time the two had bonded. And after the trails ran cold the two still remained in contact. He made his way to the boy, unknowing of what he was going to walk into.

Izuku watched from his window, clenching his phone as he waited for any sign of the detective. A minute later a police vehicle pulled into a parking spot and Izuku sighed in relief. Minutes later lzuku was being held in a tearful embrace. The detective pulled Izuku to the couch, he passed the kitchen and glanced at the green vomit, stopping in his tracks he realized what had happened in an instant. The sludge was the same.

He placed the boy on the soft fabric and sat down to his left. He decided to let the boy have a minute. He caressed the child's back, and it wasn't long until Izuku's breath had steadied.

"I was walking home, kept late to talk to a teacher." Izuku started without prompting.

"Half way I was grabbed, sludge held me down and forced its way down my throat. I struggled at first but when I gave up and opened my throat…" Izuku gagged again.

"You ate him." Naomasa finished for the boy, a rapid nod was Izuku's response.

"It's not your fault, he was going to kill you Izuku. I came from the scene of a villian matching your description, yesterday he killed three innocent people in a bank robbery."

Green eyes matched brown, and Izuku broke down into tears, for the final time that night.

Izuku was taken to the hospital, his vitals checked and he was examined for damage. Surprisingly, he was uninjured, something that he was sure had something to do with his quirk. He just wasn't sure which one. As the doctors pressed a needle to his arm he panicked, but was surprised when blood flowed into the reservoir instead of the green good he expected.

After the check up Naomasa took his statement and drove him back home. As they hit the highway the car was silent for two very different reasons, the elder was worried about Izuku's mental state. And Izuku was attempting to figure out how far his new ability went. He debated whether or not he should let the detective know about his secondary quirk characteristic, in the end he decided not to. And that was simply because he was getting hungry again. Looking into the side mirror he found himself thinking on if it was the act of eating a man that made him satisfied, or if it was the new ability he gained from it. Either way, the journalist in him pushed him to find out.

Sitting alone Izuku focused on his hand, he willed it to change form and it did, within a minute he was looking through his now semi-transparent tentacle? His fingers were nowhere to be seen, Izuku attempted to turn more of his arm to liquid only for an intense pain to jolt his body back to normal.

Mutant type quirks have low comparability, Izuku thought. He remembered his dream, and jotted down another note on his whiteboard.

Able to select how the quirk assimilates?

He circled that. It was one of the big questions. The other was does he have to eat a full person to gain their quirk. He also needed to find out how to do all of this testing without being some crazy cannibal type guy.

He pulled up his browser, and switched to the dark web, searching for blood online was gross to say the least. But it was that or eat the first person he came across. Gross or not it was the lesser of two evils. He honestly was glad his stomach acid was affected by his quirk or otherwise he would have to risk blood borne diseases, he shivered with the thought.

Izuku ordered 5 vials of blood. The only ordering requirement was age, Izuku thought it odd that they didn't sell to adults but each was relatively cheap and he really didn't mind too much.

Himiko toga was skipping home when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She halted and her smile grew. Pulling out the device she checked the order, her smile grew once again, she was about to make a new friend. And he lived so close! She began skipping again, this time in the opposite direction, every so often glass clinked around in her bag and reminded her to slow down.

Izuku stood in front of his kitchen with a bucket and sighed, there was nothing he could do research wise so he took it upon himself to clean the mess he made earlier. He crouched down and was interrupted by a nock on his door. Confusion entered Izuku, he wasn't expecting anyone. Pulling off his rubber gloves Izuku stood and peered through the peephole, only to see a yellow iris peering back. He pulled back in surprise. He opened the door, a girl pushed past him into the apartment.

"WOW, you have such a nice place" she spoke as she twirled around. Her skirt began to lift and Izuku glanced away to save her modesty.

Attempting to take control of the situation, Izuku coughed and got the blonds attention.

"What are you doing in my house?"

She laughed and smiled, she skipped from the center of the living room into Izuku arms. She ran her fingers up his chest before whispering in his ear.

"Delivery?" realization hit and he spoke again.

"You're delivering my blood."

"Bingo!" She moved away from the greenette and pulled her bag open, unzipped a lunchbox. Sorting through over two dozen vials the girl selected 5, each sample took her a minute as if she was making an incredibly difficult decision. The uncertainty peaked Izuku's interest, and so he spoke.

"What's your quirk?" He asked as he grabbed the blood from her outstretched hands.

"I can transform into a person if I drink their blood." She spoke without missing a beat.

A smile graced Izuku's face as an idea slipped into his head.

"Then what about a trade, a vial of yours for one of mine."

"Test number one, the time is now 9:38pm, I will be ingesting one vial of blood. This is a test to determine if Gluttony can consume and replicate quirks from blood." Izuku spoke to the camera in the corner of his room. He pulled the liquid forward, and spoke again.

"After ingesting Hedoro, the sludge villain, my hunger has been steadily rising. After 28 hours and 30 minutes I've reached my regular level, however, I feel as if my control has slipped and as a result I seem to be hungrier than I was prior." Izuku finished speaking and looked at the vial. This was the moment of truth.

He gulped the liquid, closing his eyes he imagined it to be anything other than what it actually was. But to his surprise it turned out to be a lot easier than he expected. The second the blood teased the tip of his tongue he knew, he felt satisfaction.

The camera caught a single word from Izuku's mouth, a word that he later wouldn't remember saying.

"Delicious"

His formerly green eyes glazed over, glowing a pastel white before he dropped the glass and fell backwards.

"Assimilation begin. Type transformation. Compatibility 100%.

Izuku found himself in familiar eyes. Skipping from street to street, pouncing on unsuspecting prey, and vanishing into the night. He slowed down to a walk and it wasn't long before he found himself in the same library as before. This time however, the books were bound in red. Izuku took control, and instead of letting his quirk pull him he pulled back.

A thud echoed in the distance, the sound of a book falling to the ground. He followed it to the source and found the book. It had fallen open to the ground, he traced his fingers along the inscription.

Gluttony is joined by envy, and the river ran red. Unfathomable hunger licks the edge of sanity, watching as a weak girl wishes to become anything but. He takes the broken girl under his wing, and grows her fat and plump. He feeds her lies and pigeon pies until the night of the red moon, when he could no longer hold himself back. Envy awoke to her skin boiling as gluttony laughed in glee. He feasted on her flesh, ripping her from the bone, by the time he was done, he realized, his skin was no longer his own. And it never would be again.

Izuku found himself aghast, the words were a warning. A tale of death and despair, trust and lies. Izuku picked the book up and snapped it closed, as he did the bookshelves faded away until only one remained, it stretched beyond his sight and on the lowest shelf laid two books.

He approached with the new addition in hand, he crouched to place it neatly on the shelf.

"Assimilation complete"

Sweat dripped off Izuku his body was burning at a temperature that definitely wasn't safe. As he woke up and opened his eyes he felt different. Remembering Himiko and her quirk he pulled himself out of bed. He knew it would be different. He knew that a transformation quirk requires channeling and focus. Picking up his phone to check the time he spoke.

"Time is 6:20, over 9 hours since ingesting the blood of Himiko Toga, quirk 'Transform' allows Toga to ingest blood and transform into that person. I hypothesized that my quirk stockpiles DNA, in combination with the newest addition I believe I may be able to stockpile forms."

Izuku picked a frame of reference, Hedoro Viran. His first and only victim. He imagined the pink eyes, and hair much lighter. He imagined his quirk. Later watching the tape back he would see his body transition from a pale white to green and then finally settling on a light brown. But in the moment it seemed to be instantaneous, Izuku had became an exact copy of the photo attached to his whiteboard, save for the fact that he was several years older.

Izuku stood up and inspected his new form. He stretched to a height of 6'4, his formerly scrawny body had shifted to that of a lean 19 year old runner. Burn marks lined his right arm, and dark green tribal tattoos trailed down his left. His light green hair was long on top and pulled into a messy bun. This was the new face of gluttony. His eyes shined a dark pink, and a smile graced his face, revealing interconnected reptilian teeth.

"Test number 1 successful. Once assimilated, quirks change to fit me, my quirk stockpiles and manipulates DNA. According to the information I received from Himiko, her quirk only lasts while the blood remained in her system, while I transformed into Hadaro with minimal effort 48 hours after I ate him"

Izuku found a previously oversized sweater and placed it over his bare chest. He walked to the camera and turned it off. He reviewed the video playback at 5x speed taking notes and pausing at every audio wave and weird occurrence. He noted his body shivering as his skin darkened to a black, tendrils of dark pigments creeped up his skin starting by his ankles. He played the video at normal speed and observed that the entire process took along the lines of 3 hours. At the end the newly black skin faded back to his normal pale white.

Izuku tapped his pen against his new stubble, he considered his next trials. Two at the same time? He dropped the pen and nodded. The decision was made, the man-boy stood and stepped out of the room before returning with a cup and two frosty vials. He set the camera up once more, this time however, it faced him directly as he sat on the chair.

He clicked it on.

"Today is Sunday, I am taking today to learn if I am capable of absorbing and assimilating during the day. This will also be an attempt to gain two abilities at the same time." He smiled his new reptilian smile and poured the glass of blood down his gullet. Izuku then proceeded to slam his face on the desk as he lost consciousness.

"Multiple entries, multiple types, multiple combinations"

"Assimilation begin. Type Emitter. Compatibility 50%. Assimilation begin. Type mutation. Compatibility 3%. Assimilation halted, assistance required."

The sound of a pen scribbling on parchment brought Izuku into the dreamworld. His eyes drifted open and the light of a candle was the only illumination. He looked down to see his hand writing without his consent. The ink scribbled along the book was nothing compared to the neat scripture he read prior.

'Somewhere, but not here the lies lay to rest. But not here, because. Here is anywhere away from the truth, but the lies are everything and nothing unlike you and I who were everything and everywhere except somewhere."

It was gibberish. The writings of a madman. Izuku wasn't sure if a quirk that was this chaotic was worth having, but it was too late.

His hand began to write again.

"Seeing and believing are different from truth and lies. For if one sees everything but lacks the comprehension to understand, then everything is a lie." His hand stopped, and dropped the pen. The book closed itself and Izuku was able to see the blotchy water soaked cover. His vision faded to white as a voice, informed him of the bad news.

"Assimilation failed. Reason unknown."

Colours assaulted his vision, a rainbow of light sprayed from his hands, and then it was black.

"Assimilation complete"

It was then he woke, no library or books or visions other than the lights.

"Test number two was a failure, one quirk was all I got, but I can feel that it wasn't a lost cause. It feels more like I'm missing the first book. Like I need something to help me withstand the quirk." After Izuku finished his assessment he realized something was off. The light on his webcam was dark as was every inch of the room. He felt hunted. He was about to turn when he felt a hand on his neck.

"Now imagine my surprise, when I come back to see what little Izuku has done with my vials and I see a video of you transforming exactly like I do"

A blade traced his cheek, and yellow eyes peered behind Izuku.

"Now tell me Izu-kun, what is your quirk?" Himiko spoke in a sing-songish voice as she attempted to threaten his life.

Izuku smiled and shifted into his adult form. Suddenly Himiko jumped back.

"I can have any quirk that I want, and you're going to help me" Izuku's arm shifted to a tendril and extended to the neck of the blond in an instant. His pink eyes gleamed with madness. She swiped at him with the knife only for it to pass through him with no damage done. She struggled within his grasp, her toes barely scraping the ground as he restricted her airway. He stepped forward and was stabbed through the chest, but Izuku didn't react, another step and he was in line with her ear. Pulling her close he whispered gently.

"Or I'll eat you" he released her with a start. Retiring to his computer chair as if nothing had happened. She was silent, it was many minutes before she had gained the courage to move. But the second she did he spoke.

"Give me all the blood you have on you," he paused and pink met yellow. Himiko saw the hunger and didn't think twice.

"Be back with more or I will find you"

Himiko ran home. She ran into her room and slammed the door, she pressed her back to the wall fell gently to the floor. A girl of 12 had been looking for a friend and found a monster. And the worst part? A lush red blush tinted her cheeks. She was in love.

Naomasa finished his report. He was worried about Izuku. His quirk allowed him to know that the boy was telling the truth at every turn in his story. But the detective couldn't help shake the feeling that something was off. That in the future something big was going to happen. He pulled his phone from his desk and called an old friend. A man unlike any other. The phone rang twice before it clicked to voicemail, Naomasa couldn't expect anything else from the number one hero.

"... Toshi, it's about your son. You need to come back to Japan…."

Izuku sat almost all night, he played the tape of the failed assimilation and came to the simple conclusion that his body wasn't ready yet. It took a total of 6 hours and he was also very disappointed at his newest quirk, coloured light projection. Izuku sighed. The quirk was weak and the prior user probably had minimal to no use for it, but that didn't mean he couldn't figure something out. Infact, he was well on his way. He needed more, but first to confirm his theory.

He closed his eyes and was back at the bookshelf. He nearly laughed, it was a lot easier than expected. The tower now had four books, 3 were aligned neatly on the bottom self while the last was the waterlogged one from earlier. Izuku brought himself back to reality. He needed the right support, but he now knew for sure that the unknown mutation was still within him.

Pouring a thick glass of blood Izuku sipped it slowly for a minute, savoring it before he decided to head to bed. In a single gulp it was gone and Izuku had three new quirks to look forward to tomorrow morning. Hopefully one of them would be the solution to his little problem. Eyes closed and musical instruments played within his head. Izuku buzzed in excitement, ready for his first day at his new buffet, school.