More time passed after learning that Tony Stark existed in this world.
Which meant…
There was a very real chance the rest of the Marvel Cinematic Universe existed too.
Yeah.
Not comforting.
Four years went by.
Four years of living in a dangerous world.
Four years of waiting for my quirk to awaken.
And…
Nothing.
No powers.
No abilities.
Just my body getting stronger.
Stronger…
…and stronger.
At this point, I could lift a fridge with ease.
But still—
No quirk.
I won't lie.
It bothered me.
Recently, though…
Something changed.
I started feeling a pull.
A strange sensation—like something was calling to me.
And when I finally figured out what it was…
It was gold.
I realized it the moment I picked up a golden ring—and felt something click inside me.
The same feeling came from the gold chain my mom gave me on my third birthday.
So yeah…
My quirk was definitely there.
Just…
Not fully awakened yet.
"Hey, wake up, Midas."
A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked and looked up to see Tony shaking my shoulder.
"Recess is over," he said.
Right.
I forgot to mention.
Me and Tony?
We became close friends.
And just like i expected, Anthony Stark is quirkless.
I found out when I heard his father boast about Tony not having a quirk but he wille become just like him.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and i zoned back in and saw Tony infront of me holding a book named Periodic table for kids.
"huh?… what do you want?," I muttered, standing.
Tony looked at me, squinting slightly.
"You were thinking about your 'quirk' again, weren't you?"
I sighed.
"Yeah. You know I want to be the number one hero, right? Its difficult to do that when you don't even have a quirk."
I added a bit of fake sadness to sell it.
Tony rolled his eyes.
"You'll be fine. Those eyes aren't normal."
…He wasn't wrong.
"Yeah. Let's go before Mrs. Allen calls our parents again."
Tony visibly shuddered.
"Don't remind me."
We both rushed back inside.
The moment we entered the classroom, the teacher turned toward us.
Her skin resembled dirt and grass—clearly a mutation-type quirk.
"Midas. Tony. Glad you could join us," she said with a smile.
Yeah…
We were getting reported later.
"Today, we're drawing what we like to do at home!"
The classroom erupted into noise as kids started shouting excitedly.
"Alright, calm down," she said, handing out paper and crayons.
When she reached us, she gave a half-smile.
I ignored it.
I already knew she didn't like quirkless kids.
Tony immediately started drawing robots.
Of course he did.
I, on the other hand…
Started thinking about gold.
My ring.
My chain.
That strange feeling.
Then—
Something snapped.
The crayon in my hand—
Turned gold.
The paper—
Gold.
It bent instantly under my grip, soft and malleable.
Then—
The desk.
Gold spread across it like a wave.
In seconds, it transformed—
—and collapsed under its own weight.
I froze.
"…What—"
A sudden wave of exhaustion slammed into me.
My vision blurred.
My body felt heavy.
Too heavy.
Then—
Darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at a ceiling.
A hospital ceiling.
I turned my head slightly.
My mom was there.
Sleeping.
Holding my hand.
I gently nudged her.
"Mom… wake up."
She stirred.
Then her eyes opened—
—and instantly filled with relief.
She pulled me into a tight hug.
"Oh, my little golden boy… you scared me."
Her voice shook slightly.
"Your quirk… it almost turned your entire classroom into gold."
She pulled back, looking me over.
"But you're okay. And no one got hurt…"
She let out a breath.
I blinked.
Honestly?
I wasn't surprised.
My name was Midas.
Like the king from mythology—the one who turned everything he touched into gold.
Yeah…
I probably should've seen this coming.
My eyes shifted toward the table beside me.
My ring.
My chain.
The moment I looked at them—
I felt it.
Hunger.
"Mom… can you pass me those?"
She nodded, handing them over without hesitation.
The moment they touched my hands—
I brought them to my mouth.
And bit down.
They didn't taste like metal.
They tasted…
Sweet.
Like sugar.
I swallowed.
And instantly—
Energy.
Warm. Restoring.
"Midas…"
I looked up.
My mom was staring at me.
"…You just ate your necklace and ring."
"Sorry… I was hungry," I said quietly.
She stood up slowly.
Then activated her quirk.
Gold formed in her hand—shaping into a solid slab.
"Here," she said softly.
"If you can eat gold… try this."
I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed it.
It bent like dough in my hands.
And I ate it.
Fast.
Within seconds—it was gone.
"…Delicious," I muttered.
"Midas…"
I looked up again.
"Your teeth… your tongue…"
"They're gold."
Less than a minute later, the door opened.
A doctor and a quirk specialist walked in.
[Quirk Analyst POV]
I had already heard the report.
A child.
Four years old.
Awakened a quirk capable of transmuting an entire classroom into gold.
Dangerous.
Extremely dangerous.
I entered the room.
"Ms. Goldman. I'm Dr. Alex Foreman."
She nodded.
"He's awake."
Then I saw him.
The boy.
Midas.
Those eyes—
Molten gold.
Watching everything.
Understanding everything.
"Midas," I said calmly.
"Can you use your quirk?"
"Yes."
No hesitation.
He stepped off the bed and walked to a nearby chair.
He touched it.
Instantly—
Gold.
Perfect.
24-karat.
My pulse quickened.
"Incredible…"
I steadied myself.
"Can you move it without touching it?"
The boy focused.
The chair lifted.
Floated.
Moved toward him.
"Good… very good."
I took a breath.
"Can you change its form?"
The gold began to melt.
Like wax.
Like liquid metal.
Then—
The boy collapsed.
The gold dropped with a heavy thud.
I exhaled slowly.
"…As I thought."
I turned to his mother.
"Your son's quirk is extremely powerful. Its potential is… extraordinary."
She smiled, proud.
Another slab of gold formed in her hand as she handed it to him.
He immediately started eating it.
"…Generation. Manipulation. Consumption," I muttered.
"And rapid energy recovery…"
I straightened.
"For now, his quirk appears stable."
Then I looked at the boy.
"We'll need a name."
"Gold Manipulation," he said instantly.
I nodded.
"…Fitting."
To be continued …