Because fuck you, that's why!

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/30862508.

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Character:

Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Nezu, Sensei | All For One, Shinsou Hitoshi

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Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Dead Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Knife, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, White-Haired Midoriya Izuku, Dadzawa, Snarky Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Hurt/Comfort, dad for one, Villain Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Parental Tsukauchi Naomasa, Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Scary Midoriya Izuku, Scars, Angry Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko deserved better

Series:

Part 1 of Fuck AFO, all my homies hate AFO

Collections:

My Personal Collection of Best BNHA fics, isabella9792_readinglist, TBC

Stats:

Published: 2021-04-23 Updated: 2021-06-23 Chapters: 32/? Words: 43828

Because fuck you, that's why!

by Cheesecake_The_Unholy

Summary

Izuku has no quirk, a bastard father, an attitude, a dream, a knife, and is out for revenge.

Aizawa has a headache.

Nezu has found his new favorite human.

Oh this is gonna be fun

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

Clay and memories

The shovel scrapes against the rock with a jarring screech. Faint hints of dust, or perhaps smoke, float up from the offending object. The dark soil smelled of happy days, a little garden made by mother and son.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Izuku stabbed the shovel deeper into the ground. Sweat dribbled into his eye, and he ignored it. He idly wondered why there were no tears, not even a sniffle. As if tears are going to change anything, he thought bitterly.

He dug deeper, then his shovel hit unexpected resistance. He looked to see what had changed, and smiled bitterly. Red clay shone under the cloudy sun, a little wet and definitely harder than dirt. She looked for this all spring, yet here it is, he thought, shoving through the offending solid.

Hours passed, and the grave eventually reached a depth he thought was acceptable. He climbed out of the small pit, pale freckled arms streaked with mud and blood. He looked at his mo- the body beside the freshly dug grave, and let out an ugly laugh. The half-charred towel he'd used to wrap her only covered her face and shoulders. He wasn't sure why he laughed, why he couldn't cry. He felt empty, but his blood boiled. Rage burned like a poison in his veins.

He tried to lower her gently into the grave, but his limbs failed him. He fell into the muddy pit, the body of the only person who ever loved him falling onto him. He scrambled out from underneath her stiff form, the towel falling from her face. Brilliant emerald eyes, dulled by death, gleamed dully in the twilight. He gently positioned her, covering her face with the ragged towel. He stood in silence for a long moment, but no tears came.

He clambered up from the grave, and picked up the shovel with slightly shaking hands.

As he threw the first shovel of dark soil into the grave, a droplet of water hit his hand. He looked up at the dusk sky, seeing the heavy clouds. Another drop hit his shoulder, and another fell, and another.

"A little cliche, don't you think?" Izuku said out loud, not sure who he was speaking to. Perhaps no one. Maybe he was insane.

The thought didn't bother him as much as he thought it should.

He thrust the shovel into the sloppy pile beside the grave, and dumped more and more of the heavy dirt into the grave. His- no, the corpse was soon covered in the soil, rain beating down on his shoulders.

Once he finished, the sun has long since fallen under the horizon. The only light he had was the dim glow of the burning forest in the distance. He stumbled, and fell to his knees. His hands hit the soft soil of the grave, and he felt no sorrow. Just unending fury.

"I'll avenge you, I swear it. I'll never forget this, I'll never forget you. This isn’t over, not until that bastard is dead." Izuku muttered, his thoughts leaping back to the events of this day, the worst day of his life.

His mom had taken him to his grandma's house in the forests near Hosu. Izuku, in his third year of middle school, had little else to look forward to during his spring breaks.

His grandmother, the last member of his mom's side of the family, doted on her grandson. She had the Midoriya eyes, despite the family name coming from his grandfather's side. Inko and Izuku both have her emerald eyes, even if Izuku has his father’s white hair.

Grandma's Quirk was very different from Inko’s, but similar to Hisashi's. She could shape flames into the shapes of animals, and they would frolic through the air for Izuku's starstruck eyes to follow. She didn't mind he was Quirkless, if only because her poor memory made her think he was her late husband.

His mother took him to the river every morning to look for clay, Grandma would show them pottery if they did.

On the fourth day, his father visited.

He wore a dark suit, white hair gleaming over his face. Izuku wasn't sure what to make of him, he hadn't bothered to show up for fourteen years after all.

He clearly got his curls from him, but that was the only thing they had in common. He revealed to them that he was a part of a villain group, and wanted Izuku to join him. His mother hadn’t cried, like he expected. She was furious like he'd never seen her before, telling him to leave and never return. A swirling black mist appeared, and he reached for Izuku. He scrambled backwards, and his mother drew her security pistol from her purse. It only had two bullets, she'd never wanted to have to use it. The bullets slammed into his chest, his fath- no Hisashi was thrown roughly against the wall. Rather than screaming, or anything you'd expect a gunshot victim to do, he laughed.

Grandma activated her Quirk, the flames from the fireplace leaping in the form of a brilliant lion at the man.

"IZUKU, RUN!" his mother screamed, and Izuku ran towards the man. He had to stop this!

Then, everything burst into fragments of light and pain.

When he came to, he laid in the rubble of the house. The trees nearby were aflame, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the hand that lay nearby under the smoking rubble.

A guttural scream tearing itself from his throat, and he scrambled over the remains of the building to his mother. He pulled the boards off her, his hands being scratched and burned in the process. He didn't even notice. His whole being was fixated on the crumpled form of the only person who loved him. The only person who used to love him.

His mother's lifeless face, gazing up at him as the sun painted the sky brilliant pink.

Bitter Beginnings

Chapter Summary

Now he lives with the Bakugos and got his dreams yeeted by the number one hero, Ass Might

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Aizawa looked at the kid in front of him, desperate for a cup of coffee. Izuku Midoriya, the kid whose mom was killed in a recent villain attack. He'd dropped off the radar for three weeks, and now he shows up at the door of the Bakugo family. He'd been dirty, and covered in old blood. Aizawa was dropping off a small time thief, when the Detective decided he'd be coming along for the ride.

The kid in front of him was a mess. Not just dirty, but the look in his eyes made Aizawa feel cold. He'd faced villains and criminals for over a decade, but he'd never seen such an icy calculated glare before. Especially not from a kid.

The woman who sat beside him was a good friend of the victim, and wanted to take the boy in. He was Quirkless, and Aizawa and Naomasa both knew the statistics. The system would not be kind to a young Quirkless boy.

After a half hour of boring legal bullcrap, he finally got the chance to speak with the kid.

"Where were you, kid?" Aizawa asked.

"Just out on the streets. Not all that bad, if you have two brain cells to rub together. You're Erasurehead, aren't you?" The kid was still on edge around him, but less than before. Aizawa sighed.

"I don't know how you know that, but yeah. Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. You'll probably end up here with these people, but if you don't the system isn't gonna be great to you. As someone with a Quirk that some people have called evil, I fully believe discrimination is total bullshit. But being Quirkless and in the system is better than the streets, kid. You need an education. What do you want to do after high school?" Aizawa really hated having to deal with the kid, but he was a teacher after all.

"Ha! Well, it's not like bullying is new to me. Really, if I had the slightest fuck to give about anyone's opinion I'd have taken a swan dive off a roof like I've been told a few thousand times before. No, I'm gonna surpass my so-called status. I'm gonna be a Quirkless hero, and I'm doing it because I want to." The kid laughed, a small bitter thing. Aizawa couldn't help it, a little grin hid under his capture weapon despite the first part of the speech. That kid had some spunk, he had to give him that.

“That's a good dream to have, but that doesn't mean you can pull it off kid. Words are easy. It's true flashy quirks don't make the hero, but you've got a lot of ground to make up first." Aizawa said, and the kid momentarily gaped at him. It was there for just a second, only to be replaced with his usual unique blend of intensity and nonchalance.

"Whoa, you really are a pessimist aren't you? Just watch me, Erasure. I may not be number one, but popularity never meant anything to me before now anyway." The white haired kid shrugged, leaning back in the seat. Aizawa let out a quick prayer to any god or gods that may or may not exist that he never ended up in his class.

After the interview, Izuku took a shower. As he scrubbed a month's worth of filth from his skin, he heard the distant yelling of Kacchan and Auntie Mitsi. It was still going on as he slipped into a pair of Kacchan's pajamas he'd been given by his aunt, which led to the fight. He walked down the steps, and sat on the couch. Their attention flipped to him, ending the argument.

"I haven't had a chance to talk to you yet, Izu. What happened to you is awful, but I'm thankful for what you did for Inko. I'm sure she'd be proud of you for staying strong like you have. You can talk to me or my dumbass husband if you ever need anything, ya hear?" The blond woman said, and Kacchan growled under his breath.

"I hope so. Are you sure it's fine for me to stay here?" Izuku asked, a hint of nervousness breaking through his carefully crafted mask. Bakugo glowered at him, but his aunt ruffled his hair and laughed.

"Of course, you shithead! I meant what I said. Ko was my friend, and I'm gonna do right by her, brat." The loud woman said, and her son glowered at him.

Oh well, he's gonna have to get used to it.

The next day, Izuku moved his stuff to his new room in the Bakugou household. The rest of the stuff in the apartment would be sold with it, but Izuku didn't mind. Sure, it was rude. It was Quirkless discrimination to alter the rules that only allowed Quirked people to stay in the building, but he took what mattered. His mother's handwritten cookbook, the pictures, his stuff, and her blanket. The one she'd bring to the living room for movie nights, the one that smelled of popcorn and a scent that was distinctively hers.

Kacchan hadn't spoken to him yet, but he knew it was coming. He'd never pass up an opportunity like this to crush him permanently. Not that he would let him, but that was a moot point.

Even when they went back to school, he simply pretended he didn't exist. Izuku wasn't sure why, but he liked it all the same. Kacchan was one of his biggest bullies, and the lack of just his harassment felt like a breath of fresh air.

However, it was doomed to return eventually.

The teacher was announcing the school lists, and he actually laughed when he saw Izuku's.

"UA, really Midoriya?" The teacher said, and the laughs echoed. Izuku chose to roll his eyes, like he gave a shit what they thought. They had no clue how dark this world was, but they thought they could be heroes? Laughable.

After class, it finally happened. Izuku was writing in his newest notebook, Hero Analysis #14, which was encoded. He'd realized the security risk and had invented and transferred his old notes weeks ago.

"Oi, Deku." Kacchan slammed his smoking hand on his desk, and Izuku didn't spare him a glance. He needed to focus on translating into code at real-time speeds, then he'd need to burn his charts he'd used to make it.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kacchan said, ripping the notebook from his hands. "What the hell is this?" The encoded text was entirely alien, not even using the same right-left reading form nor the same alphabet. He glared at it, then snapped it shut. Kacchan clamped his hands over it, burning it with his Quirk. He then threw it over his shoulder, out the window.

“Hero Analysis? You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're just a creepy-ass stalker, no way in hell are you getting into UA. Why don't you take a leap of faith, and hope for a Quirk in your next like you Quirkless freak?" Kacchan snarled, and his goons chuckled dumbly.

"You're so wrong it's almost funny." Izuku said, letting a chill creep into his voice. The same chill that may or may not be well known amongst criminals that faced a certain vigilante. "First off, those analysis skills are just that. A skill. Second, why the hell would being Quirkless make me a freak? Quirks weren't around for most of humanity's existence, we got on just fine without your damn superpowers. The phone in your pocket right fucking now was invented by people without Quirks you bigot." Izuku watched as rage and confusion flashed over the faces of his bullies, before standing.

"Well, I've got places to be. You guys go find someone else to beat up to feel better about yourselves or something. Whatever." They didn't even try to stop him as he slung his bag over his shoulder and left.

He pulled his ruined notebook from the koi pond, and threw it in the trash. It's not like he'd had it long anyway.

He walked his usual route, but froze when he heard the clang behind him. His instincts screamed at him to dodge, and he did so. He felt the hem of his pant leg for his ankle knife, and slid it from its sheath. He was not in the mood.

"Oooh, a little skinsuit for me to hide in. Nice agility Quirk you got there. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." The slime villain leapt at him, or whatever you called a huge pile of slime moving really fast. He jumped, kicking off the wall of the underpass and holding his knife so the blade stuck out from his clenched fist near his pinky side. Bending his elbow as he shot past, he felt the knife slide into the villain's eye and slice it open. He landed behind it in a crouch, before dashing forward again. The slime villian let out a guttural scream of rage, good eye blazing with rage.

Just as Izuku embedded his knife into the other eye, All freakin Might showed up. With a single punch, the slime villain splattered across the pavement. He scooped it into- are those soda bottles?, before turning to Izuku. He fumbled in his backpack, pulling out his brand new notebook.

"Can I have your autograph?! Omigosh, I can't believe it's you!" Izuku was still a huge fan of All Might, even if he was less than impressed with hero society as a whole. The man took the notebook with a laugh, and signed with flourish.

"IF THAT IS ALL, I SHALL BE ON MY WAY NOW. YOU DID AN EXCELLENT JOB, MY BOY, BUT TRY TO BE MORE CAREFUL NEXT TIME!" All Might said, sliding the bottle of villain into his pocket. Before he knew what he was doing, Izuku clung to the leaping hero's leg.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET GO!" All Might boomed, trying to pry the boy off. Izuku looked at him with windblown tears and flapping cheeks.

"If.. IF I LET GO NOW, I'LL D-DIE!" Izuku yelled back, and All Might stopped pulling on him.

"OH, RIGHT. KEEP YOUR EYES SHUT AND CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!" All Might yelled, and Izuku did as he was told.

They soon landed on a roof, and Izuku let go of his hero. He stepped back, and took a deep breath.

“All Might, I'm sorry for wasting your time but I need to ask you something! Can a Quirkless nobody like me become a hero? I've been bullied my entire life, the one person who cared for me died protecting me! I need to become a hero, to save people the way I needed to be saved, so I can save someone in her name! Tell me, can I be a hero?" Izuku poured his heart out, but he still couldn't cry. He looked up to see All Might shrink, and a skeleton remained.

"WHAT?!"

"Look, kid. I am All Might, just like how dudes suck in their guts at the pool." Skinny Might said, sitting on the roof's edge. He pulled up his shirt, revealing a mess of scars and old stitch marks.

"Got this in a fight five years ago, lost a lung and half my digestive system. I've been needing time to recover daily after that." Skinny Might said, lowering his oversized shirt. Izuku's mind whirled and leapt between fact and fact to connect the information.

"Five years? Do you mean the fight with Toxic Chainsaw or Vile Fist?" Izuku asked, and Skinny Might let out a short laugh.

"Those lowlifes aren't capable of this. No, I did all I could to keep this under wraps. So keep it quiet, will ya? And as to your question? Kid, I'm sorry but being a hero is dangerous work. Look what happened to me, after all. No, it's a good thing to dream. Just make sure your dream is attainable. If you're serious about helping people, become a doctor or police officer." Skinny Might said, and Izuku let out a bitter laugh of his own.

"I can't be a police officer or a doctor. Those jobs require a certification of Quirk control, and Quirkless people can't get those. No, I would struggle to find a minimum wage job. I'm going to be a hero. That moment of weakness will be my last. I've got a new dream, All Might, and it's fucking attainable. I'm going to stand over your grave in my hero costume, holding my hero licence, and I'm going to prove you and everyone else wrong. Just watch and see." Izuku watched as shock flitted across the skeletal man's face, before running and leaping off the roof. He landed with a roll on the next roof, using his vigilante skills to keep going.

When he got home, news of All Might beating a slime monster was everywhere. They praised him for his speedy capture, even if it was soda bottles. He threw his All Might merchandise in the garbage, leaving most of his walls barren. The rest of the hero merch was then redistributed, and it soon looked passable.

It didn't matter in the end, really. His goal was mostly unchanged. He would become a hero, and defeat the bastard who killed his mother.

Chapter End Notes

He needs a hug

I AM RE-WRITING THE ENTIRE THING IN "RICH TEXT" SO YOU MIGHT ONLY GET TWO CHAPTERS ON MAY 26

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE

In which Izuku receives a knife

Chapter Summary

How Izuku spent the month he disappeared.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Three days after the Fire, Somewhere in Hosu

Izuku ran his fingers through his matted white hair, looking down from his perch on a rather small building. He was starting small, working up the nerve to move onto the taller buildings of the business district. He wore a black and blue hoodie he'd found by a dumpster, to cover the rusty bloodstain covering his "polo shirt" shirt. His trusty red sneakers were more than a little worn, and a nail had speared through the rubber bottom yesterday.

He was so glad his mother had found a clinic willing to treat Quirkless patients to keep his shots up to date.

He pushed on, training his muscles for speed as he leapt over the buildings in the night. As the first lights of dawn showed in the sky, he went to his temporary home.

Yeah, it was the sewers.

Well, an abandoned subway car in the sewers. He'd learned the first night that the streets are no place for kids with his looks. Creeps are a lot more common then he'd originally thought. So, he slipped underground when the sun rose.

He didn't want to end up in the system, but he'd eventually have to if he wanted an education. But he was going to spend all the time he could preparing now . He knew that having no Quirk was a huge disadvantage, but he was going to power right through that minor inconvenience with sheer will. Like Kacchan often said, he was a stubborn little shit.

He had managed to scrounge up some used notebooks from the trash. He ripped out the used pages, and pulled out the blue pen he'd found. He was going to do this his way.

F ourteen days after the Fire, somewhere in Mustafu

Izuku walked into the building, and took a seat at the bar. A woman with snakes for hair was cleaning glasses, but the bar was otherwise empty.

"Have you ever been to Tokyo?" Izuku asked, and her eyes widened. She set down the glass, turning to him.

"No, but I have a friend who writes. What's it like?" She asked, and Izuku let out a dry chuckle.

"The weather was crap, but the food was good." Izuku finished, the memorized password rolling off his tongue. She let out a bark of hissing laughter, and opened the door that led behind the bar.

"Dang kid, I've never seen someone as young as you wanting this kind of thing. Especially with those doe eyes! Giran isn't going to believe his eyes." The snake haired woman led him into the hallway behind the "Employees Only" door, and into a room filled with the sweet scent of cigar smoke. The man who lounged on it matched every description he had of the broker, right down to the type of cigar he smokes. He had found Giran.

"So you're the famous Giran, huh?" Izuku said, taking a seat opposite the man. Giran grumbled, but his eyes sparkled with interest.

"What's it to ya, kid?" Giran said, smirking around his cigar. Izuku pulled a tattered notebook from his jacket, holding it up in the lamplight.

"I need two things from you. Some equipment and some intel. In return, I can give you a detailed analysis of the number two hero." Izuku said, flashing a smile at the man as the cigar fell from his mouth. Giran laughed, sitting forward.

"Now, kid, I'm sure you think you know what you're doing. You look pretty confident, I'll give you that. But that notebook? Everyone knows how that flame bastard's quirk works. So either make this worth my time, or go home to your mommy." The older man said, and Izuku pushed down his emotions as the ever-present rage flared up with a roar. Smiling sweetly, he pointed towards the door.

"How about an example of its worth, huh? That bartender you have, I analyzed her Quirk too. Mutant tendencies, but her real strength lies in an emitter type paralysis effect, yes? I assume it relies on her vision, so flashbangs and tear gas would bring her down. Snakes are possibly venomous, so use a tranq gun to avoid close range." Izuku said, and the older man's eyes widened.

"Well, kid. That was certainly something. What kind of information are you looking for?" Giran asked, and Izuku felt a flash of pride. Those notebooks were useful after all, even if it was for something as dirty as this. But, Endeavor was a hero he was willing to throw under the bus for information on All for One. He has the highest casualty rate of any hero, not to mention the lawsuits that he used his fortune to make disappear. He wasn't a killer, despite how hypocritical that sounded, he was just going to end the life of another murdering bastard. And he was more than willing to dirty his hands like that.

"Well, I've got a bone to pick with the boogeyman. My dear old dad and I had a disagreement, and I'd like to know about him so I can gut him like a fish. Hisashi Midoriya, also known as All for One." Izuku said, waving his hand as though it wasn't a big deal. However, the man's face paled several shades when hearing the name.

"You're the son of All for One?" Giran asked, voice tight. Izuku sighed, leaning back. That's it, the shock factor changes the control of this conversation, Izuku thought.

"Yeah. Not a big deal. But more importantly, I need this equipment." Izuku tore a page from the notebook, and handed it to the still shaken man. His eyes skimmed over the paper, before glancing up at Izuku.

"I can get these, but with the brands you listed it'll take a few days. I'm gonna take your offer, kid. But on one condition. You are never to set foot in here again, got it?" Giran said, and Izuku held out a hand.

"You got it. Now, tell me. What group is my father affiliated with? That's all I want to know." Izuku said, hating the taste of the word "father" on his tongue. However, he needed the man to think he was a crazed, powerful monster just like his sperm donor.

"They call themselves the League of Villains. That's all I can give ya, kid. Now come back in three days and I'll have everything." Giran stood, eager to push the greenette out of his building. Izuku left without a fuss, scoffing at the name he'd heard.

The League of Villains, really? Even for a dumbass that's lame.

Twenty-five days after the Fire, somewhere in Mustafu

Izuku overlooked the robbery below. This would be his first time stopping a crime of this scale. He was in his full costume, dark armor plates on his arms, shins, and chest. It was a grayish blue, with black patches, to fade into the city at night. His mask was a simple black mask that covered his mouth and nose. He had weapons hidden all over it. A utility belt with smoke bombs and the like wrapped around his waist, matching his theme.

The only kind of design he had were the fine lines rimming his costume in neon green. Too faint to be seen from afar, but the glow helped blur his movements to those unfortunate enough to see him.

His goal was to defeat a villain and become a hero. What better way than to fight his way to the boogeyman of the underground?

He leapt from the building, grappling hook tensing the harness that covered his arm and chest. He swung down, crashing into the window.

A large man with an elephant mutation was holding the shopkeeper by his throat. Izuku landed his reinforced fist in his face when he turned to find the source. The villain stumbled, dropping the shopkeeper. Izuku whipped out a taser, and zapped the villain into unconsciousness. He then turned to the shopkeeper.

"What are you waiting for? Go call the police." Izuku said, keeping his tone flat and cold. Rather than using a voice modifier that may break at inopportune times, he was relying on the weight his words had when he let his anger show. For some reason, no one ever thinks that anger could belong to a teenager.

He tied up the would-be thief with his glowing zip ties, which were made with Quirk suppressant materials. As a siren approached in the distance, he dashed off into the night.

He was going to be more than ready for that damn entrance exam, he had ten months after all.

Chapter End Notes

Okay so I got a little carried away, and will have the first five or so chapters relased on the same day.

Updates on Wednesdays, with double updates likely at first.

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Chapter Summary

A detective, a cinnamon roll, and a caterpillar make a bet

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Three months until Entrance Exam, Nighttime Mustafu

Izuku restrained the last of the villains, his gloves flying through the task. He had been at it for months, so it was a smooth process. As he turned to leave, he felt rather than saw a rush of fabric approaching him. He leapt to the side, and white fabric shot passed him. He turned to the person who'd launched it, and felt his stomach flip at the sight of Eraserhead. ' Omigosh it's the Erasure hero! No, bad Izuku!' He shook off his fanboy instincts, and stood at the ready.

"Hiya, Eraserhead! Any chance I can get an autograph?" Izuku said, but the gleam of red eyes and the rush of fabric answered his question for him.

"Give it up, Avenger. I'm not letting you get away this time." Erasure growled, as Izuku dodged a kick to the chest. Izuku groaned at the name.

"That's worse than Green Ghost! Sure, I may want to get some revenge, but that name is already taken by that American comic franchise! Come on!" Izuku whined, but was then hit with a kick to the gut. His breath left his lungs, and they contracted painfully. He jumped off the wall of the grimy alley, still breathless, and shot his grappling hook at a nearby roof. He landed cat-like on the edge, and began to dash over the rooftops.

He knew Erasure wouldn't follow, he'd left him a pile of criminals to clean up after all.

One month until Entrance Exam, Nighttime Mustafu

Izuku was pretty proud of his skills, both in combat and sneaking out his bedroom window. Auntie Mitsu sleeping with all the grace of a chainsaw certainly helped.

So here he was, looking at a situation he'd simply describe as a mess . A villain had taken some hostages in a robbery, and the police were too disorganized to be effective. So, he leapt right into the heart of them, to stand by a tired Erasure and a detective in a long trench coat.

"Hiya Erasure! Looks like you could use a little help, who's your friend over there in the trench?" Izuku asked, slipping into his cocky vigilante persona. Several police officers trained their guns on him, but a wave and a glare from the detective and Erasure had them ignoring him instead.

"Kid, this is Detective Naomasa. Normally I'd be dragging you to him in cuffs, but any information you have would be a help." Erasure said, pointing tiredly at the detective.

"So you're the famous Avenger, huh?" Naomasa said, and Izuku groaned in exasperation.

"I really hate that name. But yeah, that's what they call me. From what I can tell, he has a simplemutationQuirkthatletshimhavetheabilitiesofanonvenomousspiderperhapsacommonburrowing…" Izuku shut his mouth, looking into the vaguely amused faces of the older men.

"He doesn't appear to have any venom, but the webs inside the store could be a problem. With eight eyes, I'd say flashbangs are the way to go. Then, use tasers instead of tranqs. The tranq bullets likely won't pierce his exoskeleton." Izuku said, and they nodded. Naomasa barked the orders at his men, and Izuku idly wondered how his reputation had become enough for him to actually be listened to by professionals.

The raid went without a hitch, and it was shown that the victims were in fact unconscious and not poisoned as they earlier believed. As the last victim was loaded into an ambulance to be checked more thoroughly at s hospital, he felt a rush of cloth latch onto his arm. He turned to see Erasure and Naomasa glaring at him.

"Well, that was rude." Izuku muttered, slashing the cloth with his knife. He dashed off, laughing maniacally at the shouts behind him. He was soon into the air, and vanished among the rooftops.

One Week before Entrance Exam, Aldera Middle School

Izuku sat on the roof with his lunch, as per usual. However, today he chose to use his newest skill to antagonize his favorite hero and detective.

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if you mean eternal friendship, then you'd be absolutely right :)

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

I don't even want to know how you did this

Stabwounds McJones

ive got something important to tell you :D

TruthOrDaretective

Is this about the clown gang from last night?

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Excuse me the what

Stabwounds McJones

Nope! im going to be applying to UA next week, so im gpnna take some time off to study

TruthOrDaretective

Good luck Ereaser, you're gonna need it

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Oh hell no

Stabwounds McJones

If you can guess who i am I'll give up being a vigilante, and you can even arrest me!

TruthorDaretective

If it weren't for the fact we know you're crazy, we wouldn't believe you

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Deal. If you're in jail I don't have to teach you.

Izuku laughed, and turned off his phone. Just like the laptop he'd gotten from Giran, his phone was entirely untraceable. Sneaking into late night lectures at the community college certainly helped his self-taught coding abilities.

However, his good mood didn't last long.

"The fuck are you laughing about, freak?" Kacchan said, his goons behind him. Izuku grabbed his tray, and made to walk past them. He was grabbed roughly by the back of his shirt, the fabric tightening around his throat.

Do not fight back do not, he repeated like a mantra, knowing full well what would happen. He'd be charged with assault, or possibly murder. His chances of going to UA would vanish the instant that happened.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Kaccha- Bakugo said, his voice low and angry. A solid punch to the gut from one of his goons made him gasp, but he stood firm. He stepped forward, feeling the nape of his uniform rip under the hands of his captor. He sensed the blow that would've exploded his head, and leaned to the left.

A hand crackled with smoke and flames where his head was a moment before.

He continued walking, hearing Bakugou roar with rage as he couldn't hit him.

"Dammit, Deku! Do you think you're better than me?! Turn around fight me you Quirkless bastard!" Bakugo roared, but Izuku suddenly dashed into the depths of the school, blending into the crowd.

It wasn't over, not even close.

But he didn't have time for Bakugo's crap, he had an exam to pass

Chapter End Notes

Team work makes the dream work!

A hoodie is lost

Chapter Summary

The entrance exam you've all been waiting for!

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Day of Exam, UA High

Izuku stood in front of the gates to UA, trying to squish his fanboy excitement. He stepped up to the stairs,  glancing back to see a girl trip. His feet moved without him consciously deciding to, and he caught her. She flushed red, and Izuku stood her up.

"T-thank you." She said, and Izuku simply nodded. He continued on his way, and she walked beside him. They seperated in the testing room, to begin the written portion.

It was near laughably easy.

After an hour of waiting and watching the clock, the bell sounded for them to move on to the practical. A drone zipped around the room, snatching the tests. Then, Present Mic stepped in.

"CAN I GET A YEAAAAAAH?!" The voice hero yelled, and Izuku boldy yelled back in the silence. Present Mic didn't seem put off by the reaction, or lack thereof, and continued his explanation. Izuku was the only one who responded, and one particular examinee seemed rather annoyed by it.

"Excuse me, I have a question!" A blue haired boy yelled, and a spotlight shone onto him.

"What's up, Examinee #7111?" Present Mic said, making a ridiculous pose. The blue haired boy chopped his hands robotically, and waved the paper.

"You said there are three enemies, yet this diagram clearly shows four! If this is a mistake then I am ashamed of the greatest Hero school in the country for such an error!" He turned to Izuku, and chopped his hands at him. "And you, with the white hair! You've been a huge distraction this entire time! If you aren't taking this seriously, then leave!" The boy yelled, and a spotlight landed on him too.

"I'm taking this more seriously than anyone else here, roomba. Because I'm going to pass this exam, and I'm going to be a Quirkless hero!" Izuku said, standing. A shocked silence met his words. "And don't any of you ever forget it." Izuku said, sitting. He gave Present Mic a thumbs up, and the radio hero cleared his throat.

"Well said, Examinee 2234! And to answer the question, the fourth robot is a gimmick! Avoid it if you can, it's worth zero points!" Present Mic yelled, and soon they were filing out to Ground Gamma. When they arrived, Izuku strapped on his belt and weapons he'd been carrying. Whispers about his Quirklessness spread, and one kid even yelled at him to leave.

"I thought weapons weren't allowed!" A kid with black and orange hair yelled. Izuku gave him a brilliant smile, as muttering broke out over the weapons.

"Actually, support items are allowed if they help you with your Quirk. Since I have no Quirk, there's no limitations for me!" Izuku said, and any further argument was cut off by Present Mic's voice.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between, the UA Entrance Exam is officially beginning!" The voice yelled, crackling over the intercom.  Izuku leapt through the gates the moment they opened, the the rest of the group huddled uncertainly as they waited for an order to begin.

"There's no countdown in the real world, get a move on!" Mic yelled, and they began running through the gate. Izuku saw the first robot, a three pointer, and extended his pole to land a crushing blow to it's leg joints. It fell, and he speared it through the laser eye. He chose not to use his knife, because being electrocuted wasn't fun by anyone's standards. He knew from unfortunate experience.

He moved on autopilot, his mind occupied with analyzing his opponents.

After destroying somewhere around sixty-five of the bots, keeping track was hard, he leapt off a light post onto a roof. He dashed over rooftops, and doing so in the day felt bizarre. He helped anyone who was injured or overwhelmed, even carrying a few unconscious examinees to the gate.

Two minutes before the end of the exam, he saw it. Well, he felt it first. A low, rumbling thrum that shook his bones like he was standing too close to a speaker at a concert. Then, he turned to see the massive zero pointer demolishing the city.

As he turned to run, he knew his limits, he heard a faint cry for help. He turned, and saw the girl from the steps pinned under rubble. His legs moved on their own, his mind swirling as he saw his mother's face in his memories.

The wild adrenaline rush let him lift the rubble enough for her to shimmy out, but the zero pointer was very close. He pulled out his phone, and scrambled to build the program he needed. He finished in just enough time, staring down the zero pointer as it froze just meters from the young boy and injured girl. He turned to her, tearing an arm off his hoodie to splint her ankle with his staff. When he was certain she was alright, he let himself feel accomplished.

"Whoooo! Hell yeah! I hacked that damn thing with my freaking phone! Take that, you tin can!" Izuku yelled at the robot, and he heard a laugh behind him. He saw an elderly woman making her way to the injured girl, and he nearly squealed when he recognized her.

"You're Recovery Girl! Wow, I wish I had my notebook so you could sign it!" Izuku gushed, before clearing his throat and feeling a rush of warmth in his face. He was so sure he was over fanboying over heroes. The hero in question laughed, but her eyes were sharp as she looked over Izuku's splint.

"It's nice to be recognized, and I must say you did an excellent job with this splint. Maybe if you get into UA I'll give you that autograph, but now I'm rather busy." Recovery Girl said, kissing the unconscious girl on the leg. Her ankle shifted slightly, and Recovery Girl undid the splint. She handed him back his staff, which he was grateful for.

"Be a dear and carry her, will you? I'm going to check her more thoroughly at my office." Recovery Girl said, and Izuku gently lifted the girl. He followed the old hero back to the gate, occasionally stopping for her to order an examinee to follow them. When they arrived at the gate, a stretcher was already prepared for the girl. Izuku laid her down, and the intercom crackled to life.

"Izuku Midoriya, please report back to the lobby immediately." Present Mic said, with less than his usual amount of enthusiasm. Izuku started towards the school, and wondered what it could be. Oh. Yeah, of course! He'd told Erasure and the Detective he'd be here, of course they'd talk to him about it! He walked into the lobby, only to see a group of armed police officers.

"Izuku Midoriya, you are under arrest for vigilantism. You're coming with us." Naomasa said, Erasure by his side. Izuku sighed dramatically.

"Detective, would you mind telling me what a vigilante is in legal terms?" Izuku asked, and the Detective frowned.

"Vigilantes are those who use their Qui- oh you lucky bastard." Naomasa said, and Izuku laughed at Erasurehead's face.

"Which means a Quirkless person can't be a vigilante! But good job finding me, I'll keep my promise and focus only on my hero studies. Awww, don't be like that, Detective!" Izuku said, grinning. A nearby officer, Sansa he thought her name was, laughed. Naomasa looked like he'd just eaten something bitter, but Erasure looked suspiciously like he was hiding a grin in his capture weapon. Izuku was totally immune to that law, and he had been waiting a long time to say that.

"You're a monster, kid. How the hell have you been doing all that without a Quirk?" Naomasa said, a little dazed. Izuku couldn't help the grin widening, even if he wanted to keep a bored facade.

"Because I'm a stubborn little shit, that's how."

Chapter End Notes

Brought to you by Lack of Sleep©

Nezu acquires a child

Chapter Summary

Izuku is interrogated, and the Detective is terrified

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Mustafu Police Precinct, one week until results are sent

Izuku shifted in his seat, his aunt's glare burning into him. He knew that he was immune to laws regarding his nightly escapades, but he had forgotten the most terrifying, dangerous variable. Auntie Mitsi.

"Care to tell me why we're here, Izuku?" His aunt asked, and the Detective even quailed under her fury.

"Well, I, Uh…. I've been sneaking out at night and fighting villains to prepare for the entrance exam, Auntie Mitsi." Izuku said, all of his self control needed to not stutter as those red eyes stared into his very soul.

"You dumbass !" She yelled, whacking the top of his head. Izuku's eyes smarted, but he took it quietly. At least she wasn't kicking him out. This was a kind of interrogation, and he needed an adult present. Thus, Aunt Mitsuki was learning about his… hobby.

"Okay, Midoriya. How did you get hero-grade armor and weapons? Let's start with that.  Also, I need to warn you my Quirk cannot be deactivated, and is called Lie Detector. I will know right away if you lie." Naomasa said, and Izuku sighed.

"I heard some rumours about a guy in Hosu who helps vigilantes occasionally. I did some research, and found him. Can't tell you his name, and I got banned from the place on the same day. Part of our agreement." Izuku said, trying to pretend he didn't feel his aunt's death glare.

"What can you tell me about this agreement? What did he want from you, and what did you get in return?" The detective asked, writing on his clipboard.

"I wanted some equipment and information on the bastard who killed my mother. In return, I gave him some information on a well-known villain." Or at least, a murderer. Endeavour was a villain as far as Izuku was concerned. Naomasa raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know information like that?" He asked, sharp brown eyes piercing.

"I did some research, and I've been analyzing quirks since I was four. Just simple detective work." Izuku said, which was the truth.

"Are you looking for vengeance on the villain who killed your mother? Do you have any information on him?" Naomasa asked, and Izuku's breath hissed through clenched teeth as he felt the ever-present rage claw its way to the surface of his mind.

"Yes. I want him to face justice. It has to be me, he wanted me . My mother was killed by my bastard father saving me. So I'm going to do all I can to catch him." Izuku wasn't going to admit his sperm donor was the boogeyman of the underground, it might hurt his chances of entering UA. He noticed the chill in the air, but the icy hatred in his aching chest made him less than caring what they thought. He suddenly found himself in a crushing hug.

"Oh, Izu. It's not your fault, Ko did that because she loved you. Don't put all this on yourself, kid." His aunt let him go, but the small comfort helped with the poisonous ball of hatred in his chest. The detective simply nodded.

"Do you know why he wanted you?" Naomasa asked, and Izuku scowled.

"He needed a new test subject, he said. He needed a new Quirkless test subject, for whatever unholy project he was working on. Despicable. Something about transferring quirks. I don't know where, why, or what he was going to do to me. I am aware he may still be after me. I don't give a shit." Izuku said, the burning, scalding poison in his chest roiling and leaking into his gut. The two adults in the room were horrified, and Izuku couldn't help but feel a little vindicated.

"Don't look so shocked, Detective. The legal system you work so hard to uphold has no qualms with useless people like me being used as tools. Just look anywhere, you'll see." Izuku felt sick, so sick of being angry. He hated that this world only gave him the choices of giving up or fighting for every breath. He hated that his DNA had led to the death of his loving, kind mother. He hated the pity in their faces right at this moment.

"Well, that's all the questions I have for you. For security purposes, a squad car will be posted by your home 24/7. Call immediately if he shows up. Have a good evening." The shaken detective stood, leading an uncharacteristically quiet Mitsuki Bakugo and Izuku back into the bustling world.

UA High, the next day

"So he's a target?" Nezu asked, clasping his paws together in front of him. He wasn't even drinking tea, that showed the seriousness of this conversation. The UA staff were discussing their newest headache: the puzzle that is Izuku Midoriya.

Nezu desperately wanted him for a student. He'd hacked his robot in a mere minute, breaching firewalls that are supposed to be invincible. Now, he had another reason. Hearing the boy was facing experimentation made the fur on the back of his neck prickle with sheer rage.

"Yes, he said as much himself. But he's wholly committed to vengeance, and acted as though he didn't fear that outcome. He didn't, as far as I could tell. And he completely understood what that meant for him." Naomasa said, and Nezu felt his respect for the brave human cub rise. He himself took a great deal of enjoyment out of destroying those who wronged him, and understood completely.

"I want him to be a student here at UA. He passed the exam with flying colors, record breaking in fact. He is in danger out in the open, and UA is a fortress. No one could get to him here. Not only that, I want to do all in my power to prevent any harm from coming to that child. It's best to nurture his dream of heroism, rather than push him towards villainy. And a terrifying villain he would be, he had the police and pro heros alike wrapped around his little finger. Quirkless he may be, he has incredible potential." Nezu stated, and the tension in the room lessened somewhat. Aizawa suddenly spoke, jarring those nearest to him.

"I know Avenge- Midoriya. He has the heart of a true hero, but he's in pain. We should be putting all our effort into helping him, not arguing over whether or not we should discriminate against him because he doesn't have a Quirk. In fact, I want him in my class." Aizawa glared at the offending teachers. All Might, Vlad King, and Midnight either avoided his face or glared back. Then, Mic broke the silence.

" Calling dibs already, Sho?! Guess you really do like the kid. You expelled a whole class last year, you have some pretty high standards. I don't mind if he's Quirkless, he did better than most Quirked students in both exams !" Mic said, and nods went around the room. The three who spoke out before didn't speak, but their tense faces showed how they felt.

"Then it's decided! Izuku Midoriya will be placed in Class 1-A. I'm going to finish up some plans I have for a dorm system. I've been wanting an excuse to build one for years." Nezu said, pulling blueprints out of nowhere.

"Hmmmmm, should I have cameras hidden in picture frames or plants?" Nezu wondered aloud, and hardly noticed as his teaching staff fled his office.

Chapter End Notes

Yeah, suprise update.

The Wednesday update will still be on Wednesday, but I wanted to give formatting another try

Tell me what you think!

In which Aizawa gets a shoe

Chapter Summary

The exam results are in, I repeat, the results arw in

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Bakugo Apartment, Day of receiving results

Izuku and Bakugo held identical envelopes on the couch. Bakugo had been ignoring him, and had refused to believe Izuku had been the famous vigilante he'd seen on the news. Izuku was heavily embarrassed when he saw posts about himself online, but he supposed it was better than hate.

Bakugo was glaring at the envelope in Izuku's hands, and tore open his own. A metal disk fell from the envelope, and a hologram projected All Might.

"I AM HERE, IN THE FORM OF A HOLOGRAM! I WILL BE TEACHING AT UA THIS YEAR, AND HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO FILM THE MESSAGE YOU ARE WATCHING NOW!

YOUNG BAKUGO, YOU EARNED A FANTASTIC SCORE OF SEVENTY-TWO VILLAIN POINTS, AND EARNED THE SECOND PLACE IN THE PRACTICAL!

“YOU GOT A SCORE OF 94% ON THE WRITTEN PORTION, PUTTING YOU IN A TIE FOR SECOND PLACE!

SO, YOUNG BAKUGO, YOU HAVE EARNED A SPOT IN UA'S HERO COURSE! I AM PLEASED TO TELL YOU THIS IS YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!" All Might finished, and the hologram blinked off. Bakugo looked proud, but also irritated. Auntie hugged her son tightly, and he pushed her off. Izuku took the moment to open his own envelope. An identical metal disk fell onto the table, next to Bakugo's.

"I AM HERE, IN THE FORM OF A PROJECTION! I WILL BE TEACHING THIS YEAR AT UA, AND HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO RECORD THE VIDEO YOU ARE WATCHING RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT!

YOUNG MIDORIYA, YOU EARNED SIXTY-EIGHT VILLAIN POINTS IN THE PRACTICAL! HOWEVER, THIS IS A HERO SCHOOL! THERE WERE ALSO RESCUE POINTS, AND YOU EARNED SEVENTY TWO OF THEM WITH YOUR HEROIC DEEDS!" - the screen showed Izuku carrying wounded examinees, and lifting rubble off the zero pointer girl. "THIS BRINGS YOUR TOTAL TO A RECORD BREAKING 140 POINTS IN THE PRACTICAL, IN FIRST PLACE! YOU SURPASSED THE PREVIOUS RECORD OF 132 SET BY YOURS TRULY!

“IN THE WRITTEN PORTION OF THE EXAM, YOU EARNED A NEAR PERFECT SCORE OF 98%, PLACING YOU IN FIRST FOR THAT AS WELL! ANOTHER UA RECORD HIGH! YOU ARE NOW A STUDENT OF UA HIGH’S HERO COURSE!" All Might faded out of existence (only the projection, that is, Izuku wasn't that lucky), and he sat in stunned silence for a moment.

"WHAT THE FUCK DEKU, HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!" Bakugo screamed, and Aunt Mitsuki whacked his head, and he shut his mouth. The glare he sent his way spoke loud and clear, 'This isn't over.'

"That's wonderful, Izu! I'm so proud of you both!" She yelled, and her quiet husband muttered his congratulations as well.

Izuku thought he should be crying, he felt so happy. But not a tear fell. Instead, he smiled. His dream was on it's way to coming true.

UA High, First Day

Izuku stood at the gates to his dream school, wearing the uniform for the first time. He hadn't been able to tie the tie properly, but he didn't mind. He practically flew to Class 1-A, where Bakugo had somehow already managed to start a fight. The blonde had left half an hour early, Bakugo was a stickler for punctuality.

He chose a seat behind Bakugo, and looked at his new classmates. He saw the zero pointer girl, and gave a friendly wave. She smiled and ran up to him.

"Hi, it's me again! Thank you so much for helping me in the entrance exam, I might have died!" She said, overly cheerful. Izuku smiled, and waved off the formal tone.

"No problem. That's what heros do." Izuku said, and he noticed a yellow lump inching its way into the classroom. He got up discreetly, taking out his phone. Eraserhead glared at him through the opening of the sleeping bag, and he snapped a picture. He sent it to the group chat that had the detective and a few other heroes, and Eraser chose to ignore him on his way to his desk.

Izuku slipped back into his desk, and waited for his fellow students to quiet down. When they did, Eraserhead rose from his cocoon like some kind of horrifying hatching process.

"Eight seconds. It took all of you except for Midoriya eight seconds to notice me. If I were a villain, everyone but Midoriya would be dead." Eraser said, and the room lost some if it's warmth. "I'm Aizawa, and it's my job to make you into half-decent heroes. Now put these on and meet me outside." Aizawa pulled out a gym uniform from his sleeping bag like a demented magic trick, and the class scrambled to comply.

Izuku chose to take his and run, changing quickly in a bathroom on the way. He had an awful lot of scars, and he wasn't sure how his new classmates would treat the Quirkless Wonder.

So, he ran alone to see Eraserhe- Aizawa in the field. He arrived just a few moments after the teacher, and approached the grouchy-looking man.

"Hey Eras- Aizawa-sensei, what a coincidence huh? Also, what's up with that nightmare fuel you just dumped down our throats? That sleeping bag thing was traumatizing!" Izuku said, and the teacher chose to grumble instead of replying.

It took several long minutes of waiting for the rest of the class to show up, and by then Aizawa was clearly low on mercy.

"It took you thirteen minutes to get changed. That's thirteen minutes someone who needed your help was being brutally murdered. I expect better from you. Now, we're going to have a Quirk Assessment test. Bakugo, you got second in the entrance exam. How far could you throw a ball in middle school?" Aizawa snapped, and Izuku hid a smile. Man, he sure was in a bad mood.

"65 meters" Bakugo answered with a smirk of pride, and Aizawa handed him a ball.

"Now go stand in the circle and use your Quirk to launch the ball as far as you can." Aizawa said, and Bakugo stepped into the circle with a ferocious smile.

"DIE!" He yelled, using a massive explosion to send the ball flying. Aizawa held up a device, and it showed the distance.

"705.2 meters. You see, testing your ability with your Quirks in simple tests like these shows your potential." Aizawa said, and the pink girl let out an excited laugh.

"This sounds fun!" She said, and Izuku winced. Aizawa glared icily at her.

" Fun ? Did I hear you right? If you think a hero is about fun, fame, or money then you should just leave now. Hero work is a dangerous job, and you or your colleagues will likely end up killed with that attitude. Let's add a bit of tension, shall we? Whoever scores lowest in these tests will be expelled." Aizawa said, and soon they were complaining. Izuku snarled under his breath hearing a particular word thrown around.

"Fair? Life isn't fair. Does a volcano, earthquake, hurricane, or villain care about what's fair ?" Izuku asked, and his classmates turned to him. A look of recognition flashed over their faces, and a red haired kid frowned sympathetically.

"You're that Quirkless guy right? Yeah, sorry about that. You're right, this isn't fair-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. I'm not weak, helpless, or inferior in any way because I don't have a Quirk. Is the invisibility quirk of the girl beside you going to help her run faster? No, no it won't. So shut up and treat me as you would anyone else, please." Izuku said, and the spiky haired boy clapped his mouth shut. The duel-colored boy and the girl with a large ponytail looked shocked, maybe news of his Quirklessness hadn’t spread as far as he’d thought. Some of them looked a little angry at his tone, but Aizawa stepped in.

"Midoriya is absolutely right. This world isn't fair. It's going to try it's best to stomp the life out of you. And as he said, many Quirks do nothing to improve physical abilities, including my own. I will not tolerate such behavior in my class. Am I understood?" Aizawa said, and the mutterers from earlier had the decency to look ashamed.

"Now, begin."

Izuku got fifth in the 50 meter dash, seventh in the grip test, first in flexibility, sixth in side steps, and fourth in the standing long jump. When it came time to throw the ball, he was in fourth place overall.

He looked at the ball in his hand, then back up at Aizawa. He was the last participant, and there were a lot of eyes on him. He forced that insecurity down, and flashed his cocky Avenger smile.

"Hey Aizawa, I can do whatever as long as I don't leave the circle right?" Izuku asked, and the tired man nodded. Izuku untied his shabby tie, quickly reworking it into a sling. He set the ball in the middle pouch, spinning it vertically as fast as he could. He let the rotation stabilize before releasing one end of the sling with his hand pointing slightly upwards. The ball whizzed through the air, and Aizawa held up the meter.

"102 meters. Good job, kid." Aizawa said, and Izuku grinned. Then, he heard a familiar woosh of hot air, the crackles of explosions coming closer. He turned to see Bakugo flying at him with clear murderous intent.

“DEKUUUUUUUUUU!” Bakugo roared, nearly incoherent with rage, “YOU BASTAAAARD!” Before Izuku could beat the crap out of him himself, he saw the familiar sight of Aizawa’s capture scarf wrapping up the furious boy.

“You’re exp-” Izuku’s shoe hit him in the back of the head, and Aizawa turned to face him. The students watching gasped like the peanut gallery they were.

“Eraser, listen to me. We need to talk during lunch, you know how I feel about this.” Izuku said, and Aizawa’s glare lessened somewhat.

“But he is ‘Kacchan’, isn’t he? This brat is the one you told us about?” Aizawa asked, but kept his scarlet Quirk faced towards the squirming Bakugo.

“Later. Trust me.” Izuku said, and pulled out his phone “Or else I send this picture of you holding three cats with your scarf on fire to Mic.” Aizawa glared at him, eyes shining with betrayal. He released Bakugo, and the angry child fell into the grass. He glared at both of them, but said nothing. Aizawa turned to the class, who looked confused and shocked.

“Well, Mineta-” Aizawa froze, looking at the purple monstrosity in question. Mineta was trying to reach his hand in Momo’s uniform, and the girl was desperately trying to hold him at arm’s length without causing a scene.

“Mineta. You’re expelled. You have zero potential.” Aizawa said, grabbing the back of the pervert’s shirt. Mineta began sobbing, and Aizawa dragged him in front of his class as he led them back inside.

In the changing rooms, Izuku chose to change in an empty shower than out in the open. As he opened the door, he saw Bakugo storm out. The red-haired kid and the glasses guy were waiting for him. Izuku mentally braced himself for the beating to come.

“I’m sorry about what I said before, Midoriya. It was unmanly to assume you would fall behind, and you even scored higher than me!” Kirishima practically yelled, bowing deeply. Izuku’s jaw dropped for a moment, but he soon took it in stride.

“Uh, yeah…. Don’t worry about it.” Izuku said, and the glasses guy- Iida, he reminded himself- bowed as well.

“I apologize for both my behaviour today and during the entrance exam. It was extremely unbecoming of an aspiring hero!” Iida yelled, and Izuku let out a nervous laugh.

“Really, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, at this point I’m used to it. But I appreciate the apologies.” Izuku said, and the taller boy resumed his usual rigid posture.

“However, I must say that your actions during the Assessment were very un-hero like! Throwing a shoe at a teacher and blackmail are not acts we should be condoning as the face of justice!” Iida said, hands chopping. The three left the locker rooms, heading to class.

“It’s fine, we’re best friends after all! Just ask Aizawa-sensei, he’ll tell you!” Izuku said with a laugh, imagining the look of horror on his face when that rumor reached him. Aizawa stood by the door, and the rest of the class was mingling behind him.

“Midoriya, the rest of your class has English next period. Since you are already fluent, you’ll be having private lessons with Principal Nezu during this time. I’m going to listen to what you have to say at lunch, but only because you’ve shown yourself to be logical in the past. Go.” Aizawa said shortly. Izuku grabbed his bag and left in shocked silence.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the sudden changes!

Formatting is harder than expected, although perhaps that's because my friends and I share one braincell collectively.

Please tell me what you think!

Izuku, and world domination

Chapter Summary

Izuku learns the specifics of his enrollment, and he finds himself utterly bamboozled as to the fact he's famous.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku stood in front of Nezu’s office door, wondering how he’d managed to catch the eye of the infamous principle of UA. Gulping, he pushed open the door. A mouse bear in a suit sat behind a large desk, grinning widely.

“Hello, Midoriya! I’m principal Nezu, and I’ve decided to take you on as my personal student. But before we get too carried away, I need to talk to you about the conditions of your enrollment.” Nezu gestured a soft paw towards the chair in front of his desk, and Izuku sat.

“Some of the staff unfortunately were not happy with the idea of a Quirkless technically-not vigilante joining our school. I, however, was rather desperate to have you as my own. Thus, we came to an agreement. You will be a UA student, but you’ll have to stay in the dorms for your own safety. As willing as you are to get your revenge, which I understand completely, I’d like you to be a bit more experienced and prepared for that time. You must also have sessions with Hound Dog, our guidance counselor, twice a week. That’s just to help with the trauma you’ve already been through, and to alleviate fears that you might become a heinous villain!” Nezu laughed, but Izuku was less than pleased with the assumption. He may have murder on his mind, but he was dead-set on being a hero.

“The final conditions have already been completed. Your ‘secret identity’ has been released, and you have been placed into Aizawa’s class per his own request.” Nezu stopped at the look on Izuku’s face.

“You released my WHAT?” Izuku squeaked, and the mouse bear chuckled.

“Well, to the students at least. It was during the orientation Aizawa once again declined to attend.” Nezu said, and Izuku sighed. Nothing I can do about it now .

“Now, to the fun part! I want you to analyze my Quirk.” Nezu said, clasping his paws together. Izuku nodded, mind whirring into action as he looked intently at his teacher.

“Well, from the ear shape I’d assume you have a bear mutation but your teeth show it’s actually closer to a rat or a mouse chimera. Your paws don’t appear to have claws, but they may be retracted. You’re famous for being the first animal hero, so I’d assume your true Quirk lies with intelligence.” Izuku said, and Nezu nodded with a manic glint in his eye.

“Now, how would you go about defeating me?” The principal asked, and Izuku thought for a long moment before answering.

“Assuming I was on my own, I’d use my electric taser weapons instead of tranqs because your physiology makes it difficult to safely use them on you. I’d rely on wild, unusual moves to prevent you from using any previous knowledge you have of my skills to predict my movements.” Izuku said, and Nezu clapped his paws with a grin.

“You saw your classmates Quirks earlier this morning, now envision a plan with their help.” Nezu said, and he looked incredibly happy at the way their lesson was going so far.

“What happens if Aizawa uses his Quirk on you? Can Koda control you despite your increased intelligence? Would you be able to smell Hagakure and detect her? There are so many variables I think the best course of action would be my original plan, perhaps with Kaminari using his electricity and the rest of us hidden and armed as well.” Izuku looked up at the principal, who was clearly surprised.

“Oh dear. What does happen if Aizawa uses Erasure on me? Perhaps we can test that at a later time. That was quite an impressive analysis, Midoriya. I’m incredibly glad to have you as a student. Do you know how to play chess?” Nezu asked, and Izuku grinned.

After his surprisingly fun lesson with Nezu, he made his way to Aizawa’s class. The rest of the students would be eating lunch, but it wouldn’t be the first time Izuku went without lunch. Even if a traitorous part of him was desperate to try Lunch Rush’s famous cooking, he knew Aizawa would spend this time sleeping. They were best buddies, after all! Izuku opened the door, the grin on his face widening at the sight of the sleeping bag on the floor. It rolled over with a groan, and Aizawa glared at him from the opening. Izuku laid down his offering of fresh, black coffee and waited for the older man to speak first.

“I held off this long because I want to hear your reasoning. That brat is a bully, and from what little you’ve told me he’s a violent one. Give me one good reason not to punt him to the curb, Aveng- Midoriya.” Aizawa said, shimmying out of the bag and grabbing the paper cup of coffee from the floor.

“Yeah, calling you Aizawa is gonna take some getting used to. But I have a good reason, not just that I want an excuse to kick his ass in training. He’s a victim of the system too. He was told that putting down those he sees as weaker is what he’s supposed to do, praised for it. The real problem in this situation is the way kids with strong Quirks are treated, and the adults who allowed this to happen. Nezu agrees with me, and he’s promised to rain fire and brimstone on Aldera Middle School.” Izuku said, and Aizawa may have smiled at the thought of Izuku standing up to his bully. The grin faded the moment he imagined Nezu in a courtroom.

“Kid, please don’t use those lessons to rule the world. I’m serious, putting you and Nezu in the same room might mean bad things for the survival of our species.” Aizawa said, and Izuku laughed. He and the principal had a lot in common, and he had no doubt taking over the world wouldn’t be all that hard if they tried.

“Nah, sounds like boring work. You know me, I hate being bored. He also said I would be a scary villain, can you believe that? I don’t even have a Quirk, and he thinks I’d destroy society if left on my own!” Izuku pouted, but Aizawa’s face was serious and stoic. “Oh not you too! I thought we were friends! I’m not scary!”

“Well, they call you Avenger for a reason. You gave me and everyone else quite the headache.” Aizawa said, and Izuku grumbled something profane under his breath.

“I still think that name is stupid. But back to the main topic, Bakugo needs help to realize how to be a hero. And who could do better than the top hero school in the country?” Izuku said, and Aizawa drained his cup in one gulp.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll trust you on this, even if that kid is gonna make me go grey. You missed lunch, take this.” Aizawa handed him one of his jello cups. Izuku grinned his thanks, slurping down the green semi solid as Aizawa led him to his next class. Aizawa left him by the door, and he found his classmates talking excitedly in the Heroics classroom. When they saw him, silence fell over the group.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us you’re Avenger?” Kirishima yelled, and they started hammering him with questions. He felt his face redden and he held up his hands for them to stop.

“Uhm, in order: I didn’t chose the name, I think it’s stupid; No, I don’t have a gun; No, I am not Aizawa’s secret love child; Yes, I do want revenge; and why on earth would anyone want my autograph?” Izuku said, trying to remember all the questions. Ashido gasped dramatically, and Uraraka leaned closer.

“You really don’t know? You’re famous!” she said, and everyone but a sullen Bakugo bobbed their heads in agreement. Izuku felt his face redden again.

“N-no, I didn’t! I have no idea why anyone would be interested in me! I’m technically not even a vigilante, I don’t have a Quirk so I can’t beandIdon’tknowwhyanyonewouldbeinterestedina-” Izuku broke off his muttering, clapping his mouth shut. Before anyone could say anything, the door slammed open.

“I AM HERE, COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE NORMAL!” All Might yelled, and Izuku's mood plummeted.

Chapter End Notes

I'm contemplating writing a second series with this, showcasing our favorite team of justice bringers: Izuku, Aizawa, and Naomasa.

It will be at least 60% crack and tropes, honestly.

Would you guys be interested in that?

(Also, angel.eyes.andbasketball, I'm glad you liked it!)

Friendship and grenades

Chapter Summary

Izuku and Uraraka vs Iida and Bakugo

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“I AM YOUR FOUNDATIONAL HEROICS TEACHER, ALL MIGHT! TODAY WE WILL BE WORKING ON AN ESSENTIAL PART OF ANY HERO TRAINING COURSE, BATTLE TRAINING! THESE CASES CONTAIN THE COSTUMES BASED ON DESIGNS YOU YOURSELVES SENT TO OUR SUPPORT DEPARTMENT! CHANGE INTO THEM, AND MEET ME AT GROUND GAMMA!” All Might pointed towards the numbered cases, and Izuku chose his with the rest. His classmates were still shooting him weird looks, like he was some kind of celebrity. He followed them to the changing rooms, no longer worried about hiding his scars.

“Midoribro, are you okay?” Kirishima asked, and Izuku grunted noncommentaly. He was covered in stab wounds, claw marks, burns, and gunshot wounds. He didn’t often get injured, but he definitely had some practice with self-treatment and first aid. Learning to stitch his own skin together made some of the scars messier than they perhaps could have been. He threw on his costume and they made their way into the room they had been told to meet All Might in.

His hero costume was similar to his vigilante costume, except a little newer. Flexible armor plates covered his chest, arm guards, and lower legs. His boots had a little extra height with shock absorption technology built in. His knife holders and tranq gun were in strong holsters strapped to his costume. The green neon lines had electric blue accents to match, but the most obvious change was the addition of a cloak. The dark cloak had an iridescent quality, shifting from gray-blue to black. It made his form appear blurry, like air over a hot summer road, if he wrapped himself in it. It was large enough to cover his entire body in the fireproof and bulletproof material, yet rested behind him so it didn’t impede his movements.

“THEY SAY THE CLOTHES MAKE THE HERO, AND YOU CERTAINLY DO LOOK THE PART! TODAY YOU WILL BE DOING A TEAM EXERCISE, HEROES VERSUS VILLAINS! YOUR TEAMS HAVE BEEN RANDOMLY ASSIGNED, AND WE WILL DRAW LOTS TO SEE WHO YOUR OPPONENTS WILL BE!” All Might yelled, and held out two boxes labeled “Hero” and “Villain”. The lists of team names were shown, and Izuku breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he was with Uraraka.

His mood plummeted when his name was drawn against Bakugo's. Apparently the universe has some kind of sick sense of humor, Bakugo was also a villain. Fantastic .

All Might declared the rules, but held back Izuku as he made his way to the door.

"HOLD ON, YOUNG MAN! ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO PARTICIPATE?" All Might said, placing his hand on Izuku's shoulder. Izuku shoved it off roughly, and the older man looked shocked.

"Did you already forget me, Ass Might? Just stand back and watch." Izuku stepped around the giant, his jaw clenched with anger. Of course the Number One hero wouldn't remember some Quirkless kid making a big speech. That's all I've done so far, talk big.

"Hey Deku! Over here!" Uraraka called, and Izuku jogged over to her. They stood outside the building holding the fake bomb.

"That's not my name, it's just what Bakugo calls me because he can't come up with any new insults." Izuku said, keeping the bite out of his words. He was fully aware he has anger issues, but he wasn't going to act like Bakugo and take it out on everybody. Uraraka reddened, and held up her hands.

"I-I didn't know! I'll just call you Avenger for now, okay?" Uraraka asked, and Izuku wanted to scream or crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Maybe both.

"Sure. That's not important. Here's the plan…"

Katsuki was confused. He hated to admit it, but he couldn't treat Deku like a nobody anymore. He wasn't a nobody anymore. He was Avenger, the vigilante he'd been watching for months. He was a UA student.

He didn't understand why Aizawa had tried to expel him, and he didn't know why Deku asked him not to. Katsuki didn't owe Deku shit, no matter what he said to that damn teacher.

He shouldn't be so angry. He knew that.

But the mindless rage that filled him didn't care. He was confused, and wanted to lash out.

Why hadn't he told me, why did he pretend not to know anything? He lied to me!

He gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. That damned stalker had made it into UA without a Quirk, as though he was better than him!

After Auntie Inko died, he had disappeared for a month. Everyone thought he was either killed or offed himself, but Katsuki didn't believe that.

He couldn't be that weak, could he?

He couldn't have listened to Katsuki's advice, he couldn't have killed himself. He never listened to Katsuki before, why would he now?

Then, he'd showed up out of nowhere. Covered in blood and smelling like sewage, but it was his face that Katsuki hated most. He looked like he had been to Hell, punched the devil in the dick, and crawled back.

Deku looked like he hated everything.

Deku talked without stuttering, he glared at

Katsuki when he used to cower, and he stood tall as he walked.

Like he was fucking proud of something.

So, Katsuki had ignored him. At least he'd stopped acting like some pathetic weakling.

But then Deku made it into UA, and he was in first fucking place . There had to be a mistake, no way Deku did better than him. He shoved off thoughts about Deku, and focused on the idiot he was supposed to be working with.

Four Eyes was spouting some bullshit about teamwork, but Katsuki was too pissed off to care. He snarled, and Four Eyes finally shut the fuck up.

“You stay here. I’m going to go destroy that bastard.” Katsuki growled, walking away from the protests of the pathetic Ingenium wannabe. He was just as bad as all the other extras, acting like they were on the same level as Katsuki. But they are , a traitorous voice whispered, the Quirk Assessment proved that. He grabbed that voice, and beat the shit out of it. It was just a distraction.

He had things to do.

Izuku was making his way through the well-lit hallways alone. He had sent Uraraka up ahead, she was riding a board she floated with her Quirk. He knew Bakugo would come after him, which means Iida would be guarding the bomb. From what he’s seen so far of the taller boy, he isn’t a very flexible thinker. He’d never think of suspecting an attack from behind, from the windows.

So, Izuku stood in one of the middle floor corridors, setting up the battlefield for his advantage.

He finished in just under a minute, having made similar setups in the field. He then sprinted back to the floor below, where he saw the electric power box. He knew next to nothing on how electrical breakers work, so he set a small timed explosive. Setting the time to thirty seconds, he sprinted back up the stairs to his seemingly normal hallway.

Then, he heard the explosions. Small cracks of combusting nitroglycerin, so familiar after years of being at their mercy. Bakugo rounded the corner, and his face twisted with rage.

Five seconds

“DEKUUUUUUUUU!” Bakugo roared, charging right into the first trap. The small line of wire glimmered as it was pulled taut, and a taser marble shot from a small dispenser. Bakugo let out an inhuman roar, brushing off the voltage. He used his explosions to send himself over the floor, and Izuku braced himself to dodge.

Three seconds

Bakugo swung his fist at him, in the familiar right hook he knew Bakugo would use. Izuku grabbed his arm, using the grenade gauntlet as leverage as he flipped the explosive boy to the floor. Bakugo’s breath left him with an audible oomf , but he rolled back to his feet.

“Time’s up!” Izuku called cheekily, and they heard a distant explosion downstairs.

“The hell are you-” Bakugo broke off as they were engulfed in sudden darkness. Just as Izuku thought, the blinking red light of the camera was still glowing. Izuku’s costume glowed faintly, electric blue and neon green leaving eerie trails as he moved.

He dashed forward, unfazed by the darkness. He was well accustomed to fighting blind. He took out his taser, and shot towards the crackling explosions the other boy was using to try to see. With a furious cry, Bakugo went down. Izuku pulled out his own glowing capture ties, and bound Bakugo. Then, he threw a small flare to the floor for the camera. In the pale green light, Izuku stood with Bakugo at his feet.

“BAKUGO HAS BEEN CAPTURED!” All Might’s voice called over the intercom. Izuku left, leaving the furious blond where he fell. He sprinted up the stairs, and he heard the crashing of broken glass. He threw open the door to the room containing the bomb, and saw Iida monologuing as Uraraka floated overhead. She pulled out the box Izuku had given her before they separated, and took a handful of the small marbled inside. She threw them below, her Quirk making them float all over the room. She threw more and more, and the whole room was filled with floating metallic orbs.

Then, she pressed the button on the metal box.

With a hair-raising whine, the marbles sent off blue arcs of electricity. They filled the room, and Iida yelped as he dodged the sparking projectiles. The marbles that were closer together made trails of lightning connecting them to the others, and Izuku then played his part. Throwing a small flashbang into the sizzling mess, the resulting explosion sent them flying everywhere. Zero Gravity had them ricocheting madly across the room. Izuku stepped back into the hall, and slammed the door shut as marbles hit the wood. He then heard Iida cry out, and the sound of marbles hitting the floor.

The whine of electricity faded, and he stepped back into the room. Uraraka stumbled when she lowered herself to the floor, and promptly lost her lunch in the corner. Izuku used the capture tape on an unconscious Iida, and All Might’s voice boomed their victory.

Chapter End Notes

there is another

Tell me what you think!

In which Izuku performs magic

Chapter Summary

Izuku's experience with reporters and his first session with Hound Dog

Chapter Notes

Another suprise update because I never sleep

Izuku helped Uraraka back to the viewing room, as Iida and Bakugo stumbled behind them. Maybe he’d gone a little overboard, but a win was a win. As he opened the door, he felt Kirishima go to Uraraka’s other side to help them over to the chairs. She thanked them as she sat, and Bakugo and Iida joined her as they stumbled over to the chairs.

“WELL DONE, ALL OF YOU! NOW, WHO IS THE MVP OF THIS MATCH?” All Might boomed, and Yayarouzu raised her hand.

“It’s Midoriya, sir. He laid out the strategy, and prepared the battlefield so he would have a greater chance of winning.” Yayarouzu said, her voice stiff. Izuku flushed, grateful for his mask. All Might looked like he was surprised at a student having a brain cell or two, but got over it quickly.

“INDEED, YOUNG YAYAROUZU! HOWEVER, YOUNG IIDA DID AN EXCELLENT JOB ACTING THE PART OF A VILLAIN, SHOWING THE TRUE PLUS ULTRA SPIRIT OF A UA STUDENT! MISS URARAKA USED HER QUIRK TO THE BEST OF HER ABILITY, AND SHOWED BEAUTIFUL TEAMWORK! YOU ALL ARE GOING TO BE INCREDIBLE HEROES!” All Might boomed, but Izuku raised his hand.

“YES, YOUNG MIDORIYA?” All Might asked, and Izuku jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at the three wounded students.

“Hey Ass Might, mind if I help my fellow hero students to go see Recovery Girl?” Izuku asked, voice cold. The other students gasped dramatically at the name, but Izuku was rather proud of that particular insult. All Might’s smile didn’t disappear, but Izuku knew from his massive fanboy phase that he wasn’t smiling. He looked uncomfortable, because he really doesn’t remember Izuku. Izuku scoffed, and turned back to Uraraka.

He easily hefted her into a fireman’s carry, despite her blushing protests, and offered an arm to Iida. Iida looked at him, and back to All Might, before accepting. Bakugo stood on his own, pushing his way past them to the door. As Izuku walked past All Might, he gave the hero an icy glare.

"You should start trying to figure out when I first met you, Ass Might. Your poor memory is pissing me off." Izuku said, and he thought he saw something like fear flash through the hero's eyes.

Far away, the mouse bear principal was cackling as he watched his favorite student through his screen.

Izuku was running from reporters. One of the students had leaked his identity, and the fact All Might was a teacher, and they were waiting outside his aunt’s house . He took one look at the mob, and ducked back into the house. He dashed back to his room, and pulled his vigilante costume out. Pulling the costume under his clothes (he couldn’t use the grappling hook without the integrated harness, it’d yank his arm off!), he slipped out the kitchen window. Shooting his grapple over the street, he saw reporters gasp as he swung over them. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, making his way to UA without riding the train.

When he arrived, there was another mob.

With no nearby buildings, he did the next best thing.

He threw a smoke bomb and disappeared like a fucking magician.

As the reporters coughed and stumbled around, Izuku made a break for the gates. He dashed up the steps, and didn’t stop until he was safely in Class 1-A. Bakugo took one look at his windswept appearance, and laughed. Deep, wheezing laughter filled the room, and the other students looked shocked at the sight of Bakugo with a smile. Aizawa’s yellow form lifted from behind the desk, and Izuku flopped into his seat.

“I don’t want to talk about it” Izuku pouted, doing his best to fix his tangled mess of white hair. Aizawa flashed him his unnatural smile, and Izuku flipped him off.

“Why are you wearing your old costume, kid?” Aizawa asked, and Izuku saw that his sleeve had revealed the dark clothes beneath. That, and he was wearing the gloves. His classmates turned to him, and Izuku felt his face start to redden.

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it!” Izuku squeaked, and Aizawa leveled him with a kid-are-you-kidding-me look. However, he began speaking about things other than Izuku, which was a relief.

“Nezu has decided that a dorm system should be put into place this year, for the safety and convenience of the students. You all have the option to move in if you wish, except for Midoriya.” Aizawa gave Izuku a tired glare.

“You’ve already spoken to the principal about this, I’m sure you know why. Another thing, your first meeting with Hound Dog is right now, as we decided Tuesdays and Fridays during homeroom will be best for your education. All we’re doing today is choosing a class rep. Now, get out.” Aizawa said, and Izuku picked up his bag. Before opening the door, he turned back to Aizawa with a smile that made the older man freeze. He knew that look, it meant trouble .

“Quit being such a tsundere, Eraser! We are best buddies after all!” Izuku said, and Aizawa glared at him with his Quirk activated. Which did absolutely nothing to the little brat.

“I told you months ago that we are NOT FRIENDS!” Aizawa growled, but Izuku just waved cheerily before leaving. When he was away from his teacher’s wrath, he let himself laugh.

However, the sight of Hound Dog’s door sobered him up. He wasn’t sure how he felt about therapy. Thinking about why he needed it brought the painful anger he had nearly forgotten to the front of his mind, so different from the laughter and smiles he had with his new classmates. Pushing his emotions back into the box they came from, he opened the door.

Hound Dog sat on a ridiculously squishy couch in a well-lit room, sunk into the cushion as he typed on a laptop. The dog hero shut his laptop, and Izuku hesitantly sat on the couch opposite Hound Dog. He didn’t sink, which was a good start.

“Midoriya, how was your first day of UA?” Hound Dog asked, and Izuku relaxed. Looks like he wasn’t going to have to tell his whole life story this morning.

“Honestly, it was everything I hoped for. Except for Ass Might being a teacher, that is.” Izuku said, and the counselor laughed at Izuku’s name for the number one hero.

“As a teacher, I should tell you off for that. As a person with a sense of humor, I think it’s fantastic.” The dog hero said, grinning behind his muzzle. “I won’t make you tell me why you have a problem with All Might, you can tell me whenever you’re ready. How about you tell me about yourself, your favorite food and things like that.”

“My favorite food is… katsudon.” Izuku said, and felt another flash of pain through his chest. “But I used to be a massive hero fanboy, I love analyzing Quirks. I still like some heroes, but I’m a lot more cynical than I was a year ago. I went from All Might’s biggest fanboy to Ereaserhead’s number one and only fan.” Izuku said, recalling Aizawa’s face when Izuku showed up wearing a hoodie over his costume with a cat wearing his yellow goggles on it.

“Have you been settling in at the dorms?” Hound Dog asked, and Izuku nodded. He’d moved most of his stuff, which was only enough for a suitcase, to his new room. He had some hero merch, but it was nothing compared to the amount he had in middle school.

“Yeah, and Todoroki moved in too. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s a nice guy.” Izuku said, recalling the sight of the hot-and-cold boy watching the new Avatar the Last Airbender reboot at 2 am last night in the common room. Despite actually having the time to sleep, he was so used to an hour or two of it he couldn't get any more than that. So, he joined Todoroki as they both ate cereal in the dead of night. Neither had said anything, but Izuku was sure the peppermint boy agreed to some unspoken friendship.

“It’s nice to know you’ve been making friends, despite the absolute ridiculousness of how people treat Quirkless people.” Hound Dog said, a hint of a growl creeping into his words. Izuku smiled, a real genuine smile. It seems he didn’t need to worry nearly as much as he had. Teachers at UA were very different than those he was used to. Relaxing into the couch, he listened as Hound Dog told him a story about his first year at UA.

Izuku x taser

Chapter Summary

The break-in at UA

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku stood in the cafeteria, tray in hand. He looked anxiously over the crowd of students, looking for an empty table. Spotting Todoroki sitting at the only one, he slid into the seat across the peppermint haired boy. Todoroki just gave him a nod, and both began eating in silence.

“Hey, Midoriya! Mind if we sit with you two?" Uraraka asked, Iida and Tokoyami standing beside her. Izuku looked at Todoroki, who shrugged. He grinned at them, and spread his arms dramatically.

"The more the merrier!" Izuku said, Iida and Uraraka sitting across from them as Tokoyami sat to his right. Izuku ate his katsudon, and they sat in silence for a few very uncomfortable minutes. Surprisingly, Todoroki was the first to speak.

"What were you doing out so late, Midoriya?" Todoroki asked, and Iida sat up straight.

"I certainly hope you haven't resumed your vigilante activities, Midoriya!" The blue haired boy said, and Izuku nervously ran a hand through his hair.

"Uhhhmmm.. no. I was just running around the dorm building, I'm so used to not sleeping a lot I could only sleep a few hours. Wait, I could ask you that! Why were you watching Avatar The Last Airbender at two am anyway?" Izuku said, and Todoroki looked away.

"Well, I couldn't sleep either." He said, and Uraraka laughed.

"Hey Tokoyami, I've got a few questions about your Quirk if you don't mind." Izuku said, and the dark feathered boy looked at him. The Quirk in question came out, looking like it was grinning.

"Yeah, sure! Ask away!" Dark Shadow said, and Tokoyami nodded.

"I shall do my best to answer, although I don't think you'd find it very interesting." Tokoyami said, and Izuku pulled his notebook from his jacket.

"Does Dark Shadow have to file as an independent on tax claims? Can Dark Shadow be active while you're unconscious? What-" Izuku broke off his questions as his sixth sense for trouble rang alarms in his ears. Tokoyami looked confused, and Uraraka was surprised at his sudden stop.

"Midoriya, what's wro- eep!" Uraraka's question was cut off with a yelp as alarms blared.

"Level three security breach, evacuate immediately…" a robotic voice over the intercom chimed, and the students crowded towards the door. Izuku scowled, and stood on his table.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Izuku yelled, teenage voice cracking at the volume. The mob turned to him, and he pointed towards the window.

"It's just the press you cowards! Is this how heroes act, trampling others to safety at the slightest hint of danger? Everyone line up in class groups, you older students will lead the first years! Help the wounded, you half-assed hero wannabees!" Izuku yelled, steeling his tone against the embarrassing squeakiness it was prone to.

"Why should we listen to a first year like you?" A pink haired boy on his right yelled, and Izuku turned to the voice with a terrifying smile. He pulled out his taser, and pointed it at the usurper.

"Then I'll tase your ass and drag you to the teachers in cuffs. I suggest you get over it, and get in line." Izuku said, and the boy shuddered.

In the end, Izuku ended up tasing four students who wouldn't cooperate. By the time the cafeteria was evacuated, the alarms had stopped. So Izuku dragged his unconscious victims by the back of their shirts, and kicked open the door to the teacher's lounge. Aizawa had a spit take with his coffee at the sight, but Midnight fell into a laughing fit.

"What the hell Midoriya?" Aizawa asked, and Izuku threw the pile of bound students by the couch.

"These four didn't think a first year should be giving them orders, and made a scene in the middle of the evacuation. I warned them, but they didn't believe me when I said I'd tase them." Izuku said, flopping onto the couch. He had dragged unconscious people before, but never so many for so long. Aizawa glared at the pile of dead weight in question, and Midnight ruffled his hair.

"Daaaaang, kid! I knew you were a little bad ass but you already tased four of your senpais on the second day?" Midnight laughed, and Izuku choked down his urge to ask for her autograph.

"Go back to homeroom, I'll make sure these four are dealt with. Don't let your classmates bring down the school." Aizawa said, setting down his empty coffee cup. Izuku stood with an exaggerated groan, and trudged over to the door.

"Fiiiiiine… but I don't think this was just the press. I've got a knack for trouble, you know that Ereaser, and I'm certain this is gonna be a big problem. Just, look into it will you?" Izuku said, and the tired man looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

Izuku pulled open the door to class 1-A, only to see it was on fire.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS TOUCHED MY BACKPACK?!" Izuku roared, and Kaminari looked at him with his face covered in soot.

"WHY THE HELL DID IT EXPLODE?!" The rest of the class yelled back, while Iida and Kirishima used fire extinguishers to put out the flames. Todoroki was covered in extinguisher foam, while Yayarouzu, Ashido, and Uraraka roasted marshmallows on Aizawa's desk. Izuku sighed, dragging a chair to the burnt remains of his desk. He sat down, ignoring the small explosion caused by Aizawa's alcohol stache being lit aflame.

Aizawa is going to kill me, he thought, plopping his head on his charred desk.

Chapter End Notes

As always, I will still be updating on Wednesday

Izuku's laugh tramautizes his classmates

Chapter Summary

The first part of the bullshit we refer to as "The Bullshit That Happened at the USJ"

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The class sat on the bus, chatting excitedly about the field trip. They were headed to the USJ, for rescue training. Izuku smirked at the memory of Aizawa's face when Ashido and Kaminari started screaming about Universal Studios Japan mid-announcement.

Izuku's instincts were still screaming at him, and it was more than a little irritating to be on edge all the time. It was a school trip, for goodness sake!

"You alright, Midoriya?" Uraraka asked, and Aizawa looked at him too. Izuku stopped fidgeting with his gloves, and took a measured breath.

"Just got a bad feeling. I have no idea, I'm just on edge." Izuku said, and Aizawa looked thoughtful. Izuku pulled out his phone, opening the underground hero group chat he made.

Stabwounds McJones

hey if I don't say anything in ten minutes assume im in trouble

average grass block

Excuse me what

Where are you

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Nice thinking, Avenger

TruthOrDaretective

The fidgeting thing again? Last time, we got ambushed by a bunch of clowns with assault rifles. Stay alert Ereaserhead.

Wednesdays are for da bois

You got ambushed by what

crabpuffs and cheetos

You can't just drop that with no explanation

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

You don't want to know

Stabwounds McJones

you don't want to know

jinx

TruthOrDaretective

I'm assembling a squad just in case

average grass block

Tell me where, I've got nothing to do

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

The USJ at UA

Don't you dare bring Joke

average grass block

But she's my neighbor, and she'll worry if I don't

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

no

Izuku turned off his phone with a laugh, and Aizawa glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that! I didn't tell her to invite her!" Izuku said, holding up his hands. The students exchanged confused glances and shrugs, but Aizawa didn't have time to reply as the bus stopped. He stood with a scowl, the bus doors opening.

"Get out." he said, and the class filed into the massive dome. Izuku gawked with the rest of them, stomping on his growing nervousness as he looked over the terrain.

"Hey, over here!" Thirteen, the Space Hero, called. They gathered in front of her, and Izuku was pushing down his fanboy instincts and his nervousness now.

"Today you'll be using this place, the Unforeseen Simulation Joint "USJ", to have some rescue training! Be careful, Quirks are both a tool to help people and a dangerous weapon. My own Quirk, Black Hole, can easily kill someone. I believe all of you can master your Quirks, and my job is to help you do it! Now the…" Izuku's attention wandered, and he noticed something over Thirteen's shoulder. A dark, purple and black vortex in the plaza behind the Space Hero. Aizawa noticed too, shooting him a look that said 'get ready.'

"Thirteen! We've got company!" Aizawa yelled, and Izuku pulled his mask over his nose. The students muttered anxiously, confused at the turn of events.

"Kids, get back! Those are real villains!" Thirteen yelled, and a mob of villains stepped out of portals in the plaza. A villain wearing a bunch of hands stepped forward, a villain made of purple mist beside him. Must be the warper, Izuku thought.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves, we are the League of Villains." The hand villain said, and Izuku felt something in him snap.

"What did you just say?" Izuku asked, voice icy with rage. Aizawa flashed him a concerned glance, and a few of his classmates stepped back. The hand villain looked at him from behind the hand.

"Oh, it's you. Sensei wants you alive, but I'm sure you know that already. So don't cause trouble, Player Two" The villain said, scratching the side of his neck. Izuku laughed, a dark chilling thing.

"You saved me the trouble of hunting you down! Now, do me a favor and cough up everything you know about your boss." Izuku said, gripping his knives in both hands. He dashed forward, knives flashing. Then, he fell into a dark void of nothing.

It lasted only a moment, and he was falling through the air of the shipwreck zone. Landing in the water with a massive splash, he desperately clawed his way to the surface. Something grabbed him around the middle, yanking him onto the boat. He whirled, only to see Asui crouched on the wooden planks of the boat. He sheathed his knives, and looked at their situation. Seventeen villains versus him and Asui.

"Hey, Asui. How far can you jump, with the both of us?" Izuku asked, and the frog girl thought for a long moment.

"Maybe three quarters of the way to land, kero. And call me Tsu." She said, and Izuku nodded.

"Okay, Tsu. I'm gonna throw these into the water, and they'll tase the villains. I'll turn them off, and we jump. It won't knock them out with all this water, but it'll stun them enough to give us a head start." Izuku said, and the frog girl smiled.

"Sounds like a plan, kero. I'm not gonna ask about your relationship with these villains, but I trust you Midoriya. I know you're a good person, kero." Tsu said, and Izuku took out his box of taser marbles. He didn't look at her, throwing the marbles into the water.

"Thanks, Tsu." Izuku said, pushing the button. The villains cried out, and Izuku waited a moment before deactivating the marbles. He gave Tsu the thumbs up, and she grabbed him with her tongue before leaping.

They landed closer to the shore than anticipated, and made it inland before the stunned villains started shouting after them.

They found fewer villains thanIzuku expected, but by the time they neared the plaza his knives were stained red. He'd managed to bring them down without killing them, but it hadn't been easy. Tsu wasn't acting afraid of him, however, and did her best to help before the fights got overly violent.

Izuku and Tsu creeped up to the plaza, where Ereaserhead was fighting villains. The hand and mist villains stood nearby, and Izuku whispered to Tsu to wait where they were.

Before she could argue, Izuku slipped away.

He leapt out of cover a few seconds later, right at the hand villain. A wall of purple appeared, and his knife sank into the muscle of a monster's arm. The hand villain appeared to grin, stepping out from behind the beast. Izuku yanked out his knife, dripping red, taking a few steps back.

"I see you've met Nomu. He's our special attack, genetically engineered to kill All Might. Too bad All Might isn't here, guess I'll have to kill a few NPCs to draw him-" Eraser's capture weapon wrapped around the villain's arm, making him pause. He placed his hand on the cloth, and it crumbled to dust.

"Nomu." The hand villain said, and the wall of purple moved so fast Izuku almost couldn't see it. Then, Ereaser was slammed to the ground with a cry of pain.

Chapter End Notes

You'll have to wait until Wednesday to see what happens next, but I couldn't help myself from jumping ahead of schedule.

I live off of these comments, thank you for all the support!

The identities of the underground heroes will be revealed in time, and at least one of them doesn't exist in canon. I couldn't find enough undergound heroes for a good group chat ;-;

Groupchats and second chances

Chapter Summary

I am incredibly happy with the names, despite coming up with them at two am on a Saturday.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku's legs were moving before he could fully process what he'd seen. He threw a throwing knife at the hand villain, the blade sinking into his shoulder. He'd aimed for the heart, but it'll do.

He heard explosions nearby, but didn't look.

He leapt onto the purple monster, stabbing his knives into it's exposed brain. It cried out with an inhuman shriek, and Izuku threw a grenade down its throat. Izuku slashed its eyes, and it stumbled off Ereaser. It blindly lashed out, the punch catching Izuku in the ribs. He was thrown backward, crashing into the fountain before stumbling to his feet. He threw himself back to Eraser's fallen form. Izuku dragged the man a few feet away when the top half of the Nomu exploded.

Bits of gore rained down as the lower half hit the floor with a thump , and the hand villain screeched in rage.

Izuku's senses were in overdrive, these few seconds stretching until they felt like minutes, hours. He didn't feel pain yet, but his body buzzed with terror. He leapt towards the hand villain, who shook off the pain to lash at him with wide hands.

Back and forth in a deadly dance, they fought with slashing knives and pale fingers. Izuku was missing a few pieces of his suit, and was down three knives. The hand villain was covered in scratches and cuts, and his left pinky was nearly severed in a lucky stab. Izuku was tiring, and his chest burned with icy pain as he breathed. His senses were in overdrive, and he knew he'd remember everything in fine detail for years. If he lived that long.

Bakugo had the mist villain by the neck, exploding against the armor. The Nomu's flesh wriggled, as though trying to re-form. Izuku staggered desperately forward, slashing at the hand villain as the door burst open.

All Might, the underground hero Masquerade, Present Mic, and the Detective's squad stepped into the building.

"NOMUUU!" The hand villain screeched, and the monster's fist appeared in Izuku's vision. He hadn't even seen it regenerate. Before he could really process he was about to die, All Might was there.

"YOU FIENDS! HOW DARE YOU PREY ON CHILDREN!" All Might boomed, punching the purple beast. Izuku leapt around him, towards the hand villain. The villain swiped at him, his fingers landing on Izuku's upper right arm. As his brain nearly overloaded with pain, he slashed his knife behind the villain's knee. He fell with a shouted curse, the scarlet eye behind the hand blazing.

Izuku felt blood drip from his arm, which wouldn't move. He held up his left knife, but a shockwave of air nearly knocked him over. He glanced back to see All Might looking up at the soaring Nomu, his voice booming his victory.

Then, he heard Bakugo roar in rage.

The mist villain appeared by the hand villain, and they both sank into the dark portal.

Izuku stumbled to the form of his fallen teacher, numb fingers pulling out a first aid kit. He quickly wrapped the head wound, making splints on the arms best he could with himself only using one. Once he was sure Ereaser wouldn't bleed out for a while, he used his left hand and teeth to wrap the damage caused by the Disintegration Quirk the villain had. He felt himself collapse, the world looking too bright.

Izuku heard the Detective yelling at him, but when he looked at the older man the color of his eyes swirled. ' Must be delirious ', Izuku thought, ' at least I'm not dead yet .'

As he felt himself being placed on a stretcher, his mind faded into darkness.

He woke up in a hospital, extremely confused. In his half-asleep state, the smell of antiseptics filled him with terror. He thought he'd been captured, and the hospital room was the experimentation room he often saw in his nightmares.

Throwing off the covers, he yanked off the wires and tubes connected to various machines he didn't understand. One of them started blaring, and a doctor and several nurses came in the door. At the sight of their patient weilding a pointy metal object, they froze and lifted their hands.

"Izuku, calm down. This is the Hero ward at the Mustafu General Hospital. Your classmates are all safe, and Ereaserhead is in the room beside you. Put down the scalpel." The doctor said, fluffy dog mutation Quirk helping to calm Izuku. He set down the scalpel- why was that even in his room- and sat on the bed. Bandages covered his right arm, and his chest felt like it was full of needles. Breathing hurt, and he recognized the feel of broken ribs.

"Sorry." Izuku said, and the nurses began to check him over. The doctor shined a light in his eyes, writing on a clipboard.

"It's fine, it makes sense you were disoriented when you woke up. You'd be surprised how many confused heroes have thrown bedpans at me." The doctor said, and one of the nurses chuckled.

"How long was I out?" Izuku asked, fearing the worst. The doctor looked at him with a smirk, but it was the nurse who laughed that spoke.

"Two months."she said, and Izuku felt his world lurch. The nurse to his left smacked her with his clipboard, and the doctor chuckled.

"It's only been forty-five minutes since you got here, kid. Don't listen to these idiots, you actually woke up way faster than we expected. You had us really worried, but a blood transfusion and a healing Quirk later and look at you now." The doctor said, and Izuku's face reddened.

"You guys are awful." he said, and everyone in the room laughed.

After they reattached him to the IV, he wouldn't allow anything else, they left him to rest. Izuku, however, had absolutely no intentions of doing that.

Seeing his phone on his hero costume, he shakily walked over to it, pulling the IV cart with him. He gratefully sank into the bed when he returned, feeling exhausted. The screen was cracked, and the color was distorted. But, it worked. He pulled open the class group chat, and sent a class-wide ping.

Stabwounds McJones

@everyone u guys alive?

My Chemical Crowmance

Dark Shadow and I are not injured, only you and Bakugo are receiving medical treatment at a hospital.

McDonald's Sprite

No, all that was hurt was my poor cape!

dwaynejohnson23

are you and Bakubro alright??

Zukosimp42

Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei were the only heroes injured.

Stabwounds McJones

i just woke up, didn't know bakugo was here

FirecrackerManslaughter

I lived bitches

G note goddess

We're getting a new student after the Sports Fest, Mic told us

Stabwounds McJones

i think Aizawa is still out

Sanic_gotta_go_fast

I wish you all a speedy recovery!

Glitterbomb terrorism

Yeah, get well soon! :D

Spooderman

Wait, Midoriya's awake??

im gonna kermit arson

Thank you, Midoriya

You saved my life, kero

Stabwounds McJones

no problem!

… did you just type kero

FirecrackerManslaughter

Go back to sleep or something Deku

When they brought you in you looked like shit

Sanic_gotta_go_fast

Bakugo! That's incredibly rude!

dwaynejohnson23

looks like Bakubro's the same as ever

Stabwounds McJones

Awwwww Kachhan, you really do care!

dwaynejohnson23

"kacchan"???????

FirecrackerManslaughter

The fuck, Deku? I thought you were done calling me that?

Stabwounds  McJones

well, you probably saved my life today by holding down Misty Bitch.

we'll talk, okay?

broke_but_fabulous

OMIGOSH that's so sweet

I can't believe Bakugo has a nickname like Kacchan

FirecrackerManslaughter

Shut the fuck up, gerbil cheeks

Whatever, Izuku

Izuku looked at the screen, shocked and smiling. As painful as their relationship had been over the years, Bakugo was still family in his heart. He may have lost his mother, but he wasn't losing his asshole of a brother without a fight.

dwaynejohnson23

that's so manly!!!!

Glitterbomb terrorism

Okay but "Kacchan" THIS IS BAKUGO WE'RE TALKING ABOUT??

FirecrackerManslaughter

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

So this is why Shou's phone was dinging so much

It's Mic btw

Sanic_gotta_go_fast

Why do you have Aizawa-sensei's phone, Mic-sensei?

Glitterbomb terrorism

Okay but how did he know the password

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Oh, gtg! Byeeeeeee

Zukosimp42

Are you secretly his husband?

CaffinatedCaterpillar has left the chat

overweight pikachu

i just got back to realitty after frying my brain, anyone got a recap?

Several people are typing …

Izuku switched to the other group chat, with the Detective and a few underground heros. They had pinged him mercilessly after his ten minute deadline, he had over fifty mentions.

Stabwounds McJones

im aliiiiiiive

TruthOrDaretective

I'm right outside, I'm going to talk to you in person

average grass block

Oooooo someone's in troubleeee

crabpuffs and cheetos

Avenger sense really is a thing after all, I can't believe it

Wednesdays are for da bois

Hard to believe he doesn't have a foresight Quirk

average grass block

I thought he had an agility Quirk at first

crabpuffs and cheetos

I thought he had a stealth Quirk

bean_bourgeoisie

Some still say his voice can paralyze you

Stabwounds McJones

guysssss

Wednesdays are for da bois

Well, it's agreed Avenger is terrifying

I'd hate to be whoever he's after

average grass block

agreed

crabpuffs and cheetos

agreed

bean_bourgeoisie

Agreed

Stabwounds McJones

guysssssss

okay gtg the Detective has to kill me now

Izuku turned off his phone as the door opened, Principal Nezu and the Detective stepping into his room. Nezu sat in the chair next to his bed, and the Detective pulled one to the other side.

"Dammit Midoriya, you're a trouble magnet." Naomasa said, and Izuku grinned.

"What can I say, I'm just special like that." Izuku said, and Nezu grinned too. The Detective scoffed, pulling a laptop from his briefcase.

"I'm here to talk about the conversation between you and the villains. You're utterly terrifying, you know that?" Naomasa said, setting the laptop on the foot of his bed so all three of them can see.

"I thought that jamming Quirk disrupted the cameras?" Izuku said, looking at the image of himself laughing like a maniac. Well, he was a little scary. Maybe he should work on that.

"It stopped them from sending information out, but the cameras have internal storage. You remember my Quirk, right? I have to ask you some questions." the Detective said, and Izuku nodded.

"You said you were going to hunt down these villains, and you wanted information on their boss. Why?" Naomasa said, and Izuku's smile slipped from his face.

"Well, they call me Avenger for a reason. As stupid a name it is, it fits." Izuku said, avoiding the question. Naomasa raised an eyebrow.

"You believe the villain who killed your mother and grandmother is involved with this.. League of Villains?" the Detective said, and Izuku nodded in resignation.

"In fact, I know it. I asked around before I came back to Mustafu, but I knew I couldn't take him just yet. So, I put revenge in the backseat and focused on my dream of being a hero." Izuku said, the words leaving a foul taste on his tongue. Admitting his inability, the fact he hadn't told them everything, both made his stomach churn. Nezu looked solemn, and the Detective quietly angry. Perhaps not at Izuku, but he caught himself instinctively leaning away all the same. Izuku sat upright, and the slight difference shook the Detective out of his stupor.

"Did you know about the attack, or give them information in any way? I don't think you would do that, but I have to ask." Naomasa said, and Izuku glared at him.

"No, I didn't know anything about the attack. No, I did not and never will give villains information on UA." Izuku said, and Nezu nodded.

"That's excellent, but I hope you realize this makes things a bit different. I've argued your case to my colleagues, and they've agreed to work with you on this. You have more information than we do, and we're going to be working together. If you have anything that will help, I ask you to trust us enough to share it. At least to help prevent deaths in possible attacks." Nezu said, clasping his paws together. Guilt tripping me, huh?, Izuku thought, kinda rude, not gonna lie .

"I do know some things, but I was worried it would affect my ability to be a student of UA. Could you promise anything I say here won't get me expelled?" Izuku said, and Nezu nodded. Naomasa glanced at him with surprise, as though expecting Izuku to remain silent.

"Well, uhm, the villain I'm after is my father. He goes by the name All for One." Izuku said, and Naomasa's favorite coffee cup shattered on the floor.

"What… what did you just say?"

Chapter End Notes

Stabwounds McJones = Izuku

My_Chemical_Crowmance = Tokoyami

McDonald's Sprite = Aoyama

FirecrackerManslaughter = Baka-go

G note goddess = Jiro

Sanic_gotta_go_fast = Iida

Zukosimp42 = Todoroki

Glitterbomb terrorism = Ashido

DwayneJohnson23 = Kirishima

Overweight pikachu = Kaminari

Average grass block = Masquerade

CaffeinatedCaterpiller = Aizawa

TruthorDaretective = Naomasa

Broke_but_fabulous = Uraraka

Bury_me_with_my_monee = Yayarouzu

Spooderman = Sero

Doolittle_dee = Koda

Izuku has received several *frens*

Chapter Summary

Bakugo gets therapy for unknown reasons

A mummy is found

Izuku is not dead, and he's about to make that everyone's problem

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"What… what did you just say?" Naomasa squeaked, voice cracking. Nezu simply nodded, taking it in stride.

"I said I want to kill my dear old dad, who has a ridiculously uncreative name. Do you recognize it?" Izuku asked, his mind whirring with wild possibilities as it tried to justify the Detective's reaction. The Detective suddenly stood, and Nezu glared at him.

"I need to make a call, there's some things you need to know, Midoriya." Naomasa said, striding out of the room. When the door clicked shut, Nezu turned to his student. Izuku was on the verge of panic, breaths carefully measured and posture relaxed. He had a bit of experience warding off panic attacks, and having someone he called a friend react in such a negative way to his father's identity was apparently stressful enough for one.

"Midoriya. I do not hold you in any way responsible for the actions of your father. You aren't in any trouble, and once the Detective gets the word we'll give you everything we know to help you through this. Listen to me, I believe you can still be a hero." Nezu said, dark eyes shining as he looked at Izuku. He set a soft paw on his arm, and Izuku twitched with a barely concealed flinch. Nezu looked understanding, but didn't move his paw and Izuku relaxed to the gentle comfort.

"Thanks. Really, thank you Nezu." Izuku said, letting his breath be naturally monitored. He sat back a little, whatever painkillers they'd used making his room seem painfully bright. He shook his head roughly as the Detective stepped back in, looking a little more calm than before.

"Midoriya, we'll need time to explain this fully. I need to arrange someone else to join us, so this meeting will have to wait until tomorrow. If that's alright with you, Principal Nezu." Naomasa said, and the mouse bear nodded.

"I'll make sure he's there, we'll finish this discussion in my office. But you'd better keep him in line, I will not tolerate any ill will towards my student for his parentage." Nezu said, voice stern. Naomasa nodded, striding again to the door. As his trench coat was hidden behind the closed door, Nezu turned to him with a smile. Izuku was still incredibly nervous, but he trusted the animal hero. Something about him just made Izuku feel like Nezu understood how he felt.

"You don't need to worry, I do not intend to spread this knowledge around. Only myself, the Detective, and the person he will bring tomorrow will know. This doesn't change my opinion of you in any way, in fact it makes me even more proud of you. You're willing to face the greatest villain of history, you brave little cub. I would stay, but Bakugo is in need of someone to talk to right now. I'll see you during our lesson tomorrow, we'll tell you everything we know about All for One." Nezu said, sliding off the chair. He padded over to the door, giving Izuku a cheery wave before going out into the hall.

Izuku finally allowed himself to sleep, falling into a dreamless darkness.

Izuku stood before the door to Class 1-A, his new backpack on his shoulder. There wasn't permanent damage to his arm, but it was still healing under the bandages. His ribs had been almost healed, courtesy of a doctor with a healing Quirk. Shaking his chaotic thoughts about Quirks out of his mind, he opened the door.

Bakugo sat sullenly in his desk, so incredibly out of character Izuku had to force himself to walk normally to his seat. As he sat down, Uraraka, Iida, Tsu, and Tokoyami crowded his desk.

"You were terrifying, Midoriya." Uraraka said, and the others bobbed their heads. Izuku reddened, nervously running a hand through his tangled white hair.

"Hehe, sorry. I was just pretty angry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Izuku said, and Iida gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

"You did a fantastic job holding off those villains! I wasn't there, but I heard from the others about you facing down a villain that fought All Might at the same time as their boss!" Iida said, and Tokoyami laid a hand on his shoulder.

"You used your rage to protect your fallen comrade, what a truly noble deed. You said you were going to hunt them, are they the villains you've sworn vengeance upon?" Tokoyami asked, and Tsu glanced at him with a worried frown.

"Yeah. It's a long story, but I'm after their boss. It's kinda personal, but you've been put in danger because of my connection to you. They came to capture me and kill All Might, you deserve to know why." Izuku said, and Uraraka shook her head. Iida looked conflicted, but stayed silent.

"No, it's personal. I'm sure you've told us everything you're willing to say. Heck, you have lessons with Nezu every day! If you think information will help us, I know you would have. The only reason I can think of is that the story is painful, and we're willing to wait for you to trust us. Take your time, Midoriya." Uraraka said, and his cla… his friends nodded.

"Well said, Uraraka! We're here if you ever want to talk, never hesitate to ask us for anything!" Iida yelled, chopping his arms.

"Are you alright? You got hit by that thing, and lost a lot of blood, kero." Tsu said, and Izuku smiled at her. He rolled his uniform sleeve up enough to show the bandages.

"Totally fine! I broke like six ribs, but there's no permanent damage. My arm is going to scar, but I'll have full use of it. If it weren't for your help at the shipwreck zone, I might not be here. Thank you, Tsu." Izuku said, and Tsu nodded.

"You fought with six broken ribs?!" Iida exclaimed, "That was highly reckless!" Izuku laughed, a light happy laugh. His friends smiled, but Tsu looked thoughtful.

"I wonder who's going to substitute for Aizawa-sensei, kero." Tsu said, and the door slammed open. Aizawa came in, looking like a horrifying mummy.

"In your seats, brats. Bakugo, you'll be having a meeting with Hound Dog during lunch today, bring your lunch with you." Aizawa said, before taking attendance.

"Listen up, brats. The UA Sports Festival is taking place in one week, and you'll all have the option to participate. And before you ask, Midoriya, you will not be allowed to use your flamethrower. Or your knives, taser, backup taser, backup backup taser, or any of your grenades. If you want to use your staff, you can file a support item slip to Principal Nezu. The rest of you, train your asses off. I can't stand the thought of Vlad's gloating if one of his students wins." Aizawa said, and Iida raised his hand. "What?"

"Are you sure it's alright to be having the Sports Festival so soon after the attack?" Iida asked, and Aizawa sighed.

"The school board and Nezu decided it would be best to prove they aren't intimidated. As for my opinion, I haven't had nearly enough caffeine to care." Aizawa said, and Iida nodded. "The rest of homeroom is yours, I'm going to try to nap in these accursed bandages."

The class quietly talked amongst themselves, and Izuku finally learned Iida was their class rep. Yayarouzu was the vice president, as Midoriya hadn't been present for the votes. Aizawa had refused Midoriya's ability to be the class president, claiming that he would immediately resign if he had to attend meetings with him present. Izuku knew exactly why Aizawa thought that, he knew Izuku would abuse that authority to no end. He saw no reason to tell anyone else that, however.

At the end of class, they found the door blocked by something. As they heaved on the door, it opened and dumped half of Class 1-B into their classroom. A blonde with an irritating smile leapt up first, laughing maniacally.

"So this is the great Class 1-A, huh? I was honestly expecting more. You probably think you're better than us for having experience fighting villains, don't you?!" The crazed student said, and Izuku's blood ran cold with rage. He poured it into his voice as he chuckled, everyone around him freezing in their places.

"Listen up, dickhead. Do you think nearly watching our friends nearly die gave us an advantage? Do you have any idea how it feels to fight desperately, knowing you could die at any moment?" Izuku asked, quiet voice loud in the silence. Izuku moved like a blur, and he had a knife to the kid's throat.

"Well, now that I've threatened your life we should be even. Where's all that bravado, you asshat?" Izuku asked, slipping his knife back into his sleeve. The kid gulped, his classmates pale. Izuku turned back to his own classmates with a smile, and they all looked rather horrified.

"Oh, come on! Why are you all looking at me like that? You're my friends, don't look so horrified!" Izuku whined, and Todoroki looked like he was almost smiling. Uraraka and Tsu laughed, and Tokoyami laid a hand on his shoulder dramatically.

"Yeah, you're just you. Have fun with your lesson with Nezu!" Uraraka called, as his friends went to English. The members of Class 1-B ran off, and Izuku scoffed. Ridiculous. They really thought he might kill that guy!

Izuku suddenly realized he might be late, so he sprinted to Nezu's office. He took a moment to catch his breath, before grasping the handle. He opened the door, and froze in his tracks.

All Might sat beside Naomasa, his ever-present smile gone.

Chapter End Notes

The next chapter will probably be released before the scheduled date (Wednesday) because I have zero impulse control

But here's a hint:

All Might will live in fear of Izuku forever

Ass Might gets traumatised

Chapter Summary

Izuku finally confronts Ass Might

Don't worry, he'll make him hurt later. Nezu gets to go first.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku sat on the couch opposite All Might and the Detective, Nezu to his right. He glared at the muscled hero, before scowling.

"You can stop with the buff mode, Ass Might." Izuku said, and shock flitted across the faces of the adults in the room. Nezu smiled, a deranged prideful expression. He was delighted at his student's dislike for the number one hero, apparently. All Might shrunk with a puff of steam, glaring at him with suspicion.

"How do you know that, young Midoriya?" Skinny Might asked, and Naomasa subtlety elbowed the skeleton in the ribs. All Might leaned back a little, but still looked tense.

"You're such a dickbag, Ass Might. You told me, right before crushing my dreams. Remember now? About one year ago, saving a kid from a villain before telling him he can't be a hero because he doesn't have a Quirk?" Izuku said, and recognition finally flashed across All Might's face. Naomasa and Nezu’s faces blanked, and the Detective spoke first.

"You did what?!" Naomasa asked, and Skinny Might frowned.

"I was just doing the logical thing, hero work is incredibly dangerous. But that's not important, what's important is that he's the son of All for One." All Might said, and the Detective looked like he'd been slapped.

"Not important? What the hell are you talking about, Toshinori?" the Detective asked, voice hissing through clenched teeth. Izuku waved his hand, drawing the attention of the arguing adults.

"Don't worry about it, Detective. No, really. You said you had information, and I know you can't lie. My problems with Ass Might are a "later" problem." Izuku said, and Nezu grinned behind his teacup. However, the principal's eyes were sharp when he glared at the shrunken teacher.

"In-information? We’re giving him information?" All Might asked, blood shooting from his mouth. Nezu nodded, but Naomasa's terse voice spoke.

"You're going to tell him everything you know, or you leave and I will. He's not his father, and we're going to do all we can to help him stay safe. He's kept quiet about your small form, and I completely trust Midoriya." Naomasa said, and Izuku quickly buried his shock at the statement. The Detective's Quirk doesn't allow him to lie, after all. All Might sighed, but his shoulders sunk with resignation.

"I must first tell you about my Quirk, One for All. Naomasa trusts you, and I suppose I should too. The truth is, I was not born with this power. It was passed down to me by my teacher." All Might looked up as Izuku let out a cold chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that already. Not all that hard to figure out, if you know where to look." Izuku said with a shrug, and Nezu cackled. All Might spewed blood, and Naomasa just sat numbly in his seat. Having a Truth Quirk probably wasn't good for one's mental health.

"Wha- HOW?!" All Might asked, and Izuku pulled out his phone.

"Well, after our meeting something didn't add up. It just felt like you were hiding something, and I was bored. So, I did a little research project. Nothing existed of your school records, so I found the records of one of your classmates. I was just going to find out one of the world's greatest mysteries: your Quirk.

When I checked the images posted by your classmate, of the yearbook from your middle school, you were labeled Quirkless.

"That confused the hell out of me, for a few minutes anyway. Then I tried to find out when you got your Quirk, and why you came to UA.

The answer was when you were taught by the Float hero, who had an odd mutation that gave her a strength aspect of her Quirk. And her teacher, and so on. So, yeah. Not all that difficult, with pictures of you and your teacher able to be found." Izuku said, showing him the image of a younger All Might standing beside his mentor at I-Island. Nezu offered Izuku a teacup he'd pulled out of nowhere. Izuku beamed as he took it, All Might's shocked face cheering him up considerably.

"I-what.. uh."All Might said, blinking heavily. Izuku and Nezu sipped from their teacups in unison, and All Might cleared his throat. Naomasa numbly handed him a tissue as the movement caused All Might to spew more blood.

"That's a big part of why I hate you, you were once Quirkless yourself but you chose to be a total ass instead of sticking by your "anyone can be a hero" pledge." Izuku said, and All Might looked away.

"Well, I guess that makes it a bit easier for me to explain. You see, my Quirk is called One for All. It was created to defeat All for One, and has been handed down for that purpose. My injury was caused by him in our last fight." All Might said, and Izuku nodded. Then, he waited for a long moment. But All Might had nothing more to say.

"Is that all?" Izuku asked, and All Might nodded. Izuku groaned, setting down his teacup and flopping back on the couch.

"I can't believe this! I have more information on the bastard than his freaking arch nemesis!" Izuku said, sitting back up and glaring at the number one hero. Naomasa appeared to "wake up" or something, and he joined Izuku in the glaring.

"Well, anything you have will be helpful to us. Mind telling us what you know, Midoriya?" Nezu asked, and Izuku pulled his small notebook from his inner jacket pocket. He'd added the pocket himself, just to hold this particular notebook. He flipped through the pages, looking at his encoded notes. Nezu looked delighted at the sight, and Izuku handed it to him.

"Well, everything I have is in that notebook. I can give you a decoded copy tomorrow, I'll need some time to transfer it." Izuku said, and Nezu flipped through his notebook.

"Midoriya, this is fantastic! You not only used a cypher, created a new alphabet, changed the reading pattern, but you also cloned letters! You threw off the frequency fingerprint with the use of multiple symbols for the same letter!" Nezu exclaimed, and Izuku smiled at his teacher. Naomasa and Al Might looked dumbfounded, the latter giving the former a look of utter befuddlement. Naomasa didn't even glance at him.

"Well, if you figured it out that fast it might not be all that great.." Izuku said, and Nezu handed him back the little green notebook.

"No, no! It was quite difficult, and I only cracked it because I've used similar codes myself. But, it could use a little work! We'll be adding encryption earlier than I anticipated to our lessons." Nezu said, and he looked at the clock. "Oh my, look at the time! You'd best head to lunch!"

Izuku left the room, softly closing the door behind him. Nezu turned to the other two, who still looked shell shocked.

"Now, All Might. I believe you need a lesson in watching your words with children…" Nezu said, grin malicious in a way only he or Izuku could pull off. Naomasa fled, leaving a pale All Might to Nezu's wrath.

Chapter End Notes

SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC STARTS ON WEDNESDAY

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Yeet

Chapter Summary

Part one of the sports festival.

Mic is screaming the entire episode.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The week leading up to the Sport Festival was full of preparations, but Izuku had other things on his mind. He had spent the nights prowling the darker parts of the city for information on the League of Villains, getting an hour or less of sleep at night. He was doing it with permission this time, and it was jarring not to be chased by heroes anymore. He sent all the new information he had to Nezu, leaving the decoding and distribution to the mouse bear.

As much as he desperately wanted to prank and otherwise mess with the number one hero, the stuttering terror Izuku sometimes inflicted on the man was a good substitute. For now, anyway. All Might hid it well, but he was clearly uncomfortable around Izuku.

Izuku found it utterly hilarious.

During the day, he used his Quirk analysis skills to help his classmates. Bakugo was still in whatever mood he was in, but the rest of his friends were glad for his advice. Bakugo had agreed to talk after the Sports Festival, and Izuku couldn't help but hope they could make up. As bad their middle school years were, he still remembered their friendship as kids. It was all he had left of the joy in his past, and he knew that keeping pointless anger would only hold him back.

In just a few short days, they had made leaps and bounds in using their Quirks creatively. Ojiro and Aizawa sparred with him, and Izuku had even managed to convince Ectoplasm-sensei to help. By the time their training sessions ended, his classmates and teachers alike were exhausted.

He couldn’t wait for them to brutalize Class 1-B and their incredibly rude attitude towards them. It’s like those idiots thought Class 1-A had some kind of privilege, but the only difference between them is Class 1-B’s clear lack of manners.

Uraraka, Kaminari, Iida, Aoyama, Ashido and Tokoyami joined Todoroki and Izuku in the dorms. If they noticed him slipping out at night, they didn’t say anything. However, the night before the Festival itself, Izuku took the night off to rest. Not that his nerves would let him sleep the whole night, but it was more than he’d had all week. When he went into homeroom that morning, his coffee only had six shots of espresso. To his surprise, Todoroki came to his desk.

“Objectively, I’m stronger than you.” The peppermint boy said, and Izuku was incredibly confused.

“Okay?” he said, and Todoroki continued with his usual blank expression.

“However, I saw you fight at the USJ. You have far greater skill, and as a vigilante, experience. Because you are strong, I’m going to defeat you.” Todoroki said, and Izuku smiled.

“Whoa, Todoroki is already handing out declarations of war? That’s so manly!” Kirishima yelled, and Bakugo growled. Izuku expected him to stand, and yell his superiority. Probably while exploding at the same time. However, he did none of those things. He just clenched his teeth and looked away, totally silent.

This alarmed Izuku, if only because it was jarring to see Bakugo quiet. He didn’t like the boy by anyone’s standards, but he knew Bakugo. To see him act like a different person was… off putting. Izuku had noticed his lack of usual rage of the last week, but he had thought it was just the shock of the attack. ‘Bakugo wasn’t intimidated by the villain attack, was he?’ Izuku thought, before immediately dismissing that idea. ‘No, it had to be something else. But what?’ Izuku decided to figure it out himself, during their talk after the Sports Festival. He thought of the old saying, “The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.” And he certainly didn’t know this Bakugo.

Before any of them could really take in the fact today they’d be participating in the famous UA Sports Festival, they were going to the stadium in their gym uniforms. Just before entering, Aizawa pulled Izuku aside.

“As you scored highest on the entrance exam, you’ll be making the student address. Have fun coming up with a speech.” Aizawa said, a malicious grin shining above his capture scarf. He left, ignoring Izuku’s protests. Once he was gone, Izuku rushed to stand with his classmates. Muttering profanities that made their eyes widen, he pieced together a speech. Before he knew it, (what the heck was Mic’s speech over already?!) he was climbing the stairs next to the stage. His legs felt heavy, but it was his shaking hands that he worked on controlling first. He somehow made his way to the podium, and he looked at the crowd. Oh my goodness.

“We all know the pledge, no need to waste time on that. Instead, I’d like to make a declaration and a promise. I want everyone in this audience to know that my classmates and I faced villains on our second day, and we came out alive. We understand what it really means to put our lives on the line for the sake of others, what it means to risk it all. My promise is that we will not hold back, and we’ll show everyone what UA’s Hero Course is really about.

"My declaration is a bit personal, but entirely necessary. My name is Izuku Midoriya, although I am perhaps better known as Avenger. Stupid name, but that’s besides the point. I'm Quirkless, and I’m going to prove to the entire world that it’s not the Quirk that makes the hero, but the will to help that propels heroes forwards as they fight for justice.

"I am Izuku Midoriya, of UA’s Hero Course.

"We are the next generation, and we’re going to show you what it really means to be a hero!” Izuku said, practically running back to his friends as the audience lost their shit. It was a mess of cheers, boos, and chaotic yelled conversations.

Iida and Uraraka gave him an encouraging thumbs up, and Tokoyami muttered something about “a grand show of one’s purehearted will, and the chaos resulted is quite a mad banquet of darkness.’ Izuku tried his best to shake off his nervousness, lining up at the start of the first event with the other students.

The moment Mic yelled the beginning of the event, Izuku dashed forward. He sensed the sudden chill, leaping into the air to avoid the ice. He landed roughly in a roll, breath hitching as he leapt back to his feet. He pushed forward, reaching the robots with only Todoroki and Bakugo in front of him. He pulled out his staff, using it to vault onto one of the robots. Stabbing it through the top, he pried off the metal. Leaping onto another, he landed with a roll and continued sprinting.

""Midoriya pulls off some crazy parkour, but what else can you expect from the Icy Shadow: Avenger?!" Mic yelled, and Aizawa sighed.

"Stop with the biased commentary, Mic. You and everyone else here knows he hates that name, you'll distract him." Aizawa grumbled, and Izuku flashed the announcer's booth a brilliant smile. He didn't pause at the ravine, dashing over the ropes. He was plenty used to heights, after almost a year of being a vigilante.

"LOOK AT HIM GO! SHOUTA, WHAT THE [beep] HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THAT CHILD?!" Mic screeched, and Izuku could almost hear Aizawa rolling his eyes.

"I didn't teach him that. He is incredibly skilled, to have run circles around us all for months. He even escaped Endeavor, the number two hero." Aizawa said, and Izuku shook off memories of that lovely incident as he looked over the frozen ground between him and the final obstacle. He grinned, taking a running start before leaping onto the metal as a sled. He shot to the minefield, carefully coming to a stop just short of the dark soil.

He was only ten or so meters behind, but Todoroki and Bakugo's Quirks gave them a massive advantage. One false move, and Izuku is out of the running.

So, he did something that was sure to make Aizawa lecture him later.

He dug up some mines, digging inside the metal plating and deactivating the safety. Izuku slid the panels covering the circuits, which were missing a few wires, ignoring the raging crowd. He piled them up, as other students passed him. He gave the camera drone a brilliant smile, before jumping onto it with the metal. As Mic yelled into his microphone, Izuku soared over the minefield. A deafening boom shook the stands, shattering the glasses of anyone wearing them.

If anyone else had done it, they probably would have died. However, Izuku isn't anyone. He had been taking college level courses for over a year, in support and technology to hone his hacking skills. Above all that, Izuku was Nezu's personal student. So, he soared over the furious and bamboozled Bakugo and Todoroki, and well over the finish line. He jumped off, extending his pole in a well practiced move, using the momentum to swing around it and land on his feet.

He looked up, seeing the crowd, and felt his cheeks reddening. He looked away, but their cheers were still there. Izuku gave them his best smile, waving at them as he was cheered on for the first time.

Chapter End Notes

I HAVE ZERO SELF CONTROL AND POSTED EARLY BUT YOU WILL GET ANOTHER TOMORROW.

The bracket has been altered by yours truly to give some characters (COUGH COUGH SHINSOU COUGH COUGH) better fights.

Coming up: So much friendship and wholesome content it's out of character for me.

Todoroki makes a *fren*

Chapter Summary

The second round of the Sports Fest, and Todoroki's talk with our favorite knife-weilding agent of chaos

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku’s good mood lasted four seconds. Four seconds, for four seconds he was on top of the world. Then, Mic announced the second event.

"Little Listeners, this is the Cavalry Battle! In groups of four, you will protect your headband while taking as many as possible! The number of points each headband is worth depends on your place in the first round, 42nd place worth 5 points and each place above worth five more! All except for first place, which will be worth TEN MILLION!" Mic yelled, and Izuku just knew that Aizawa was smiling. ‘He could have warned his best friend!’ Izuku huffed, not liking the way the other competitors were looking at him.

"Hey, Ten Million! I want you to have some of my babies!" Izuku turned to see a pink haired girl with crosshair pupils approaching him with a manic grin. Izuku recognized her immediately from his brief visits to the support department, and he knew her skill was genuine.

"Htasume-chan, right? I'd love to use some of your fantastic inventions!" Izuku beamed, and the pink haired girl quickly gave him a rundown of some of her inventions and their functions. As she was describing the jet pack's braking system, they were approached by Tokoyami and Uraraka.

After a brief discussion, they decided Hatsume would wear the headbands. It would give her the attention she needed to promote her inventions, and she was the one who would defend them the most viciously. Izuku was going to be able to dash out and take headbands, Uraraka would help with mobility, and Tokoyami would provide defense. Dark Shadow wrapped over Hatsume, looming over her protectively.

"AAAAAAAAAAALRIGHT EVERYBODY! THE SECOND ROUND OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL BEGINS.... RIGHT NOW!" Mic yelled, and several teams rushed them at once. Dark Shadow formed a sphere around Hatsume that only revealed her face. Tokoyami and Uraraka kicked away people who got too close, and Izuku knocked the rider off a team with his staff. Whirling through the teams, he left destruction in his wake as they used their ridiculously destructive Quirks to try to stop him.

"HOLY [beep] LOOK AT HIM GO! MIDORIYA JUST DEFEATED FIVE TEAMS SINGLEHANDEDLY WITHIN HIS THIRTY SECOND BREAKOFF TIME LIMIT! HE MAKES IT BACK WITH FOUR SECONDS TO SPARE! HIS TEAMMATES HAVE BROUGHT DOWN THREE TEAMS, AND THEY HAVE ANOTHER FOUR HUNDRED POINTS ALREADY! SHOUTA ARE YOU [beep] SEEING THIS?!"

Present Mic yelled, and Izuku gave the booth a cheery wave from his position in the team pile.

Todoroki was in a massive free for all, but Kaminari exploded before it became a problem for Izuku's team. The two teams began furiously duking it out, and Uraraka tapped his shoulder to let him know it was time for stage two.

Hatsume activated her jet boots, and Uraraka used her Quirk on the lower three. Izuku extended his staff to its maximum of twelve feet, and Dark Shadow made himself into a solid place for them to sit.

"TEAM HATSUME IS OVER THE FIELD, WHICH APPARENTLY IS LEGAL! THEY'VE ONLY GOT THIRTY SECONDA UNTIL THE END OF THE EVENT, AND FIRST PLACE IS STILL THEIRS! LOOK! IS THAT [beep] UNO?!" Mic yelled, and the audience was going wild. Their team was in fact playing Uno, and it was only interrupted twice by a student with a Quirk that let them get close. They'd made up new rules for this speedy Uno game, and Uraraka was declared the winner three seconds before the end of the event.

Izuku's team came in first place, Bakugo's in second, Todoroki in third, and Iida's team in fourth. Some students from Class B made it, but Class A dominated the top of the leaderboard. The final round was to be one-on-one matches, and he was relieved to see he was against Ojiro first. He was still putting the finishing touches on his plans for Bakugo, Tokoyami, and Todoroki. The screens all showed the same image, one he was memorizing out of sheer nervousness.

ROUND ONE

Izuku vs Ojiro

Iida vs Hatsume

Tokoyami vs Aoyama

Ashido vs Shinsou

Todoroki vs Shiozaki

Kaminari vs Tetsutetsu

Kirishima vs Momo

Bakugo vs Uraraka

"Midoriya, come with me." Todoroki said, and Izuku looked up at him. He glanced at his friends, before nodding at the solemn boy. Todoroki led him to an empty hallway, and Izuku leaned on the wall across from him.

"Have you heard of Quirk marriages?" Todoroki asked, and Izuku glanced at him in surprise. Todoroki didn't look him in the eye, choosing instead to look blankly at the wall beside him. He listened quietly as Todoroki told him about his life as the son of the number two hero. When he finished, Izuku laughed. Loud, real laughter.

"Todoroki! I was the guy who gave out his garlic allergy and his favorite restaurants and shops! I knew he was a dumpster fire with a superiority complex, but I was worried you'd hate me if you found out!" Izuku said, and Todoroki's wide eyes finally met his.

"That was you?" Todoroki asked, and Izuku nodded with a smile. Todoroki finally gave a small smile, and Izuku decided on the spot to adopt him. Well, not literally but now Izuku had another friend. "That was the best thing to ever happen to me, I'm not mad. Watching him dodge garlic bread every time we went outside will always live in my fondest memories."

Izuku laughed, recalling one of those scenes as it was shown on the news.

"Hey, we actually have a lot in common. Dads that treat us like shit because of Quirks, mothers that deserved better, we both love that Avatar reboot, and our favorite cereal is the same.” Izuku said, and Todoroki gave the slightest ghost of a smile at the memory of their first night in the dorms. Then he glanced sharply at Izuku, smile gone.

“Did you say your father is doing the same to you?” Todoroki asked, and Izuku tilted his hand in a “so-so” motion.

“Not exactly, but he wants to use me for some freaky human experiment. Hey, since we’ve shared tragic backstories can I call you Shouto now?” Izuku asked, and the dual colored boy blinked.

“Only if I can call you Izuku.” Todoroki said, and Izuku nodded enthusiastically. Then, he heard Mic calling his name for his first match. He took off towards the field, but looked back at Todo- Shouto with a brilliant smile.

“See ya later, Shouto! Don’t lose until you fight me, okay?” Izuku didn’t wait for a response, just speeding towards the entrance. As he stepped into the arena, Shouto was still standing in a kind of shock in that hallway. Taking out his phone, he called Fuyumi.

“What’s the matter, Shouto?” her worried voice asked, and Shouto blinked.

“I think I made a friend.” Shouto said, and the girl on the other end paused.

“NATSUOOOOOOOOOO! SHOUTOO MADE A FRIEND!!!!!” Fuyumi screeched, and there was a few odd noises as his brother took the phone.

“SHOUUUUUTOOOOOOOOO! I’M SO PROUD OF YOUUUU!” Natsuo sobbed, and there was another odd fumbling noise, and the call ended. Todoroki looked at his phone with a quietly amused expression, before going to watch his first friend fight.

Chapter End Notes

Coming up: Izuku roasts a dumpster fire so hard he gets arrested!

Izuku takes out the trash

Chapter Summary

Izuku vs Oijiro

AND

Izuku vs Endev-whore

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku and Oijiro stood facing each other, and the crowd roared. He left his staff in his pocket, sliding into his fighting stance. The tailed boy did the same, rigid pose the exact opposite of Izuku’s low street fighting stance.

“Oh, I’m so turned on! Such passion, boys! Give us a good show, and have fun, will you? THREE! TWO! ONE! BEGIN!” Midnight said, waving her flag from the arena edge. Izuku leapt forward, startling Oijiro.

Izuku’s form was a messy, unpredictable mixing of different techniques he’d picked up on the streets. Oijiro had trained in a dojo since he was in elementary school, yet they were very closely matched. Oijiro’s tail and leg strength gave his kicks massive power. Izuku’s speed and analytical mind kept him out of harm’s way, for the most part.

Izuku spun, digging his heel into the ground as he kicked the blonde boy just under the knee. Oijiro followed with a solid punch to Izuku’s gut, making him grit his teeth as he felt his air shoot out of his lungs. Izuku feigned a punch to the throat, instead grabbing the boy to violently knee him in the gut. Izuku got in two solid hits before the other boy used his tail to propel himself out of Izuku’s grip.

Back and forth in a furious dance, the boys heard nothing but their own hearts pounding as they fought with all they had. When Izuku finally landed a brutal kick that landed him out of bounds, they both promptly laid on the floor and panted for breath. Izuku got up first, and he hobbled over to Oijiro, and gently helped him to his feet. The two helped each other out of the ring, and sound finally returned to Izuku.

"-DID YOU [beep] SEE THAT? I'VE HEARD HE WAS A MASTER OF HAND-TO-HAND, BUT THAT WAS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!" Mic yelled, and Izuku was glad his face was partially shielded by Oijiro’s arm as they helped each other out of the ring. The crowd roared, cheers and boos in equal measure. Oijiro scowled at that, but before Izuku could reassure him Aizawa’s voice echoed over the stands.

“Izuku Midoriya won that fight fair and square. Those of you claiming fowl play, I’m severely disappointed in you. I even see some pro heroes in your ranks, and if that’s how you feel you should hand in your licenses and try your luck being a politician if all you're going to do is spew bullshit. That boy may not have a Quirk, but he ran circles around heroes for almost a year. Not even Endeavor could catch him. I doubt most of you could beat him in a spar, he handed Ectoplasm and myself our asses at the same time yesterday. So either suck it up or get the fuck out.” Aizawa said, voice low and angry. The boos silenced, and Izuku pulled Oijiro as fast as he dared to Recovery Girl’s room.

After a brutal lecture and a quick kiss from Recovery Girl, Izuku left with a new hero autograph in his little notebook. He had three notebooks on him at all times. The yellow notebook held signatures from his favorite heroes, and he had Ereaserhead’s and Present Mic’s on the very first pages. The green notebook held his information on the League of Villains, and everything he knew of All for One. The black notebook was VERY different from the other two. The black notebook was one even Bakugo knew not to touch, it was his blackmail book.

Bakugo had been horrified when he learned what that book was, and it’s what caused him to spend the last month of middle school in relative peace. Izuku had somehow found information on everyone in all his classes, and even the teachers. He didn’t have anything on anyone at UA, but Bakugo still goes pale every time he sees it. Izuku decided it was just that he didn’t like the color or something.

Izuku, thinking too hard about Bakugo, he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings and bumped into someone. Spluttered apologies died in his throat when he recognized the flames.

“You.” Endeavour growled, and Izuku gave him a cheeky smile. Endeavour loomed over him, but the pure rage he felt at the man made him immune to fear.

“Hi, Endev-whore! Are you recognizing me as the technically-not vigilante or the fact I was the one who told everyone you’re allergic to garlic bread?” Izuku asked, and the flame hero’s Quirk flared threateningly.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll mind your place and drop out. My masterpiece cannot beat All Might fighting useless scum like you, vigilante.” Endeavour said, and Izuku’s self control nearly faltered. He desperately wanted to kill this man, but he didn’t kill people. He definitely doesn’t want to be a murderer, besides his revenge. That was the only thing keeping the blade in his sleeve from receiving a new home in Endeavour’s throat.

“Shouto is not you, Endev-whore, and he never will be. His Quirk is his own, and his life is entirely his. I’m going to bring you down, and make your entire existence a shadow of a meaningless memory. You’d better watch yourself, and say goodbye to that number two spot while you still cling to it. But remember, you’ll only ever be number two. You didn’t even get first place in my “List of Shitty Assholes With Flame Quirks Who Have Children In UA” list. You can’t beat All Might or anyone else, you incompetent asshole.” Izuku said, voice chilling. He made to move around the flame hero, before feeling a roar of pain go through his shoulder. He smelled burnt flesh, and Endeavour was reeling back his fist to punch him. Izuku felt the edge of his knife, but then an evil idea hit him. Taking a deep breath, he screeched loud enough to draw the attention of half the crowd.

“SOMEONE HELP! THIS CRAZY MAN IS TOUCHING ME!” Izuku screamed, and dozens of pro heroes leapt into action at once.

Endeavour raged as he was restrained, madly trying to attack Izuku as the white haired boy was taken back to Recovery Girl’s office.

He watched the fight between Iida and Hatsume, if you could call a glorified commercial for Hatsume’s inventions a fight, as Recovery Girl muttered all the violent things she would do to Endeavour when she met him. Izuku sent Nezu a quick text, and his teacher agreed to send him a copy of the footage of his “talk” with Endeavour. He sent it to the class group chat, pinging Shouto.

Stabwounds McJones

endevwhore.mp3

@Zukosimp42 I’m serious about what I said

FirecrackerManslaughter

Jesus christ

Oh no

The black notebook

Glitterbomb terrorism

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

overweight pikachu

I THOUGHT YOU AND TODOROKI WERE FRIENDS WHAT THE FUCK

Spooderman

MIDORI ARE YOU INSANE?!!!

My_Chemical_Crowmance

Such darkness, an abyss of rage that chokes the flames of a hero’s anger

Zukosimp42

Izuku, I believe in you

But you didn’t have to do that for me

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

We’re going to talk about this

But if you don’t do it I will

Don’t you dare pull another Kamino on us or I’ll remove all the coffee from the dorms

Stabwounds McJones

alright

ill work with nezu and the hero chat and the detective

i promise to do it legallyy

McDonald's Sprite

Such passion!

Mon ami, I love it!

DwayneJohnson23

Bakubro, u seeing this?

Also MIDORI ARE YOU OKAY??

Glitterbomb terrorism

That asshole burned our Midori

He must die

Broke_but_fabulous

I’m in

G note goddess

I;m in

My_Chemical_Crowmance

Dark Shadow and I are ready

McDonald's Sprite

I’m going to stain my cape, but it’s worth it!

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

No planning murder without me

Stabwounds McJones

guysssssss

oh look Iida won

Glitterbomb terrorism

Hell yeah go class A

Spooderman

GO CLASS A

Stabwounds McJones

GO CLASSSS AAAAAAA

DwayneJohnson23

GOOOOOO TEAAAMMMMMMM

Doolittle_dee

I believe in you guys!

overweight pikachu

HELL YEAH CLASS A KICKS ASSS

G note goddess

WE BELIEVE IN YOU GUYSSS

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Dont loose

Stabwounds McJones

Dadzawa alert

Glitterbomb terrorism

yep

Broke_but_fabulous

definitely

Spooderman

yep he’s our dad now

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

i will kill you all if you ever think that again

Stabwounds McJones

awwwww he’s shy!

Several people are typing...

Izuku turned his attention from his phone to the door as Iida made his way into Recovery Girl’s office, despite not being injured. As he was checked over, Iida’s phone rang. Iida excused himself, and didn’t return.

Chapter End Notes

I really don't like Endeavour.

Should I have Izuku make him into a better person with his sheer wholesome power?

Or should I let Dabi turn him into a far more appealing pile of ash?

Decisions, decisions...

Wow you guys are out for blood and I'm so here for it. However, you have to waaiiit~

In which Aizawa's murder is planned

Chapter Summary

Tokoyami vs Aoyama

Literally all of Izuku's hero friends vs Aizawa

[DISCLAIMER]

I will be pulling Quirk and real science out of my ass because I can during this fic. If I'm flat out wrong, please tell me! If only because I would think learning a new science fact is interesting.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku was finally let out of Recovery Girl's office after Tokoyami's fight with Aoyama. It had been an incredible fight, and Izuku's fingers itched for his notebook and pen.

Tokoyami had started off with a strong swipe with Dark Shadow. However, he had a disadvantage against a light-type emitter Quirk.

Aoyama had grown the most out of any of the students in their time with Izuku, and Izuku was incredibly proud of the twinkly boy's growth. Aoyama let out short bursts of his Quirk, using it for mobility, and dodged Dark Shadow's wild attacks.

Aoyama had also gone through a costume redesign, with lenses and mirrors incorporated into his new gauntlets and a belt. For reasons unknown, only materials made with a Quirk could withstand the laser. As such, Yayrouzu had agreed to make them for him. Aoyama used both hands, with a mirror on the left and a lense on the right, to refract the beams without moving his entire body.

As time went on, however, Dark Shadow was gaining an advantage over the tiring Aoyama. Despite having cut Quirk use into a few seconds at most, but even then the drawbacks were taking their toll.

With a roar, Dark Shadow finally threw Aoyama from the ring. The blonde simply laid there, looking up at the sky. Izuku wondered what could possibly be on his mind as Aoyama smiled at the clouds. Tokoyami helped him stand, and they both left the arena as friends.

"Another incredible act of camaraderie and friendship from Class A! These kids survived death together, and it looks like they've forged lasting friendships! IT'S SO [beep] BEAUTIFUL SHOUTA YOU'RE A FANTASTIC TEACHER!" Mic seemed to be crying, but when Aizawa spoke there was a hint of pride in his voice.

"They're just great kids. They learn well, are mostly well behaved, and they had two great teachers." Aizawa said, and Mic let out another dramatic sob.

"Don't sell Vlad short, though! Even if we didn't teach them, I'm sure these kids would still be incredible!" Mic wailed, and Aizawa scoffed.

"The other teacher isn't you Mic, it's Midoriya." Aizawa said, and Mic was quiet for a long minute.

" SHOUUUTAAAAA! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SAYING I WAS A GOOD TEACHER! MIDORIYA IS A STUDENT!" Mic wailed, and the audience roared with laughter. Izuku's face was red, and he carefully pushed his way to sit next to Todoroki and Sero.

"No, they sometimes call him Midori-sensei. Did you see Aoyama's skill in the last battle? He made the most progress of them all, and he trained with our little sensei every day." Aizawa said, and Izuku saw the camera pan to Aoyama’s grinning face as he walked beside Tokoyami.

"NOW FOR THE FOURTH BATTLE OF THE SECOND EVENT WE HAVE CLASS A'S MINA ASHIDO VERSUS GENERAL EDUCATION STUDENT HITOSHI SHINSOU! GET READY FOLKS, BECAUSE THESE TWO ARE NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED!"   Mic yelled, and the crowd roared its approval.

Izuku elbowed Sero, and the boy looked at him with a grin.

“What’s up, Midori-sensei?” Sero asked, and Izuku pointed at the lavender haired boy who was standing opposite Ashido.

“Isn’t he the guy you lost to in the last battle?” Izuku asked, and Sero nodded.

“His whole team was weird; Aoyama, Testutetsu, and Oijiro were weirdly silent the entire time. Oijiro was actually going to drop out of this round, didn’t like having a mental Quirk used on him.” Sero said, and Izuku nodded. That sounded just like something the martial arts student would do. Izuku turned his attention back to the field, only to see Ashido freeze up. Shinsou stretched slowly, before pointing at the edge of the ring.

“Walk out of the ring.” Shinsou ordered, and Ashido went. Her blank gaze gave Izuku all the conformation Izuku needed to tell she was being controlled. The moment she stepped out of bounds, she stumbled as she regained control of herself.

"Shinsou of the General Education Course is the winner! That battle sure was short, right Shouta?" Mic asked, and Aizawa grunted. Izuku knew the man, however, and knew that he was curious. Shinsou made no move to speak to Ashido again, and left the arena quietly. Ashido brushed off the medical bots to race up the stairs to where they were sitting.

“ASHIDO YOU DID GREAT!” Izuku yelled, and his classmates rushed to reassure the girl who was slightly darker pink than usual.

“ASHIDO YOU BEAUTIFUL QUEEN!”

“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE A CHAMPION IN OUR EYES!”

“BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!”

Ashido smiled at the praise, but she yelped when Kaminari, Sero, and Uraraka gave her a surprise group hug.

Izuku took a photo, and sent it to the class groupchat. Maybe he’d make a scrapbook later.

There were over a hundred messages in his hero groupchat.

Wednesdays are for da bois

OUR LITTLE BEAN IS DOING SO WELL

crabpuffs and cheetos

OUR BOY IS GOING TO BE A CHAMPION

average grass block

WE’RE YOUR BIGGEST FANS AVENGER!!!!!!!

TruthOrDaretective

Yeah, kid.

We’re proud of you

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

For the love of coffee stop pinging me

Stabwounds McJones

awww u guys

thank u

crabpuffs and cheetos

HE’S HEREEEEEE

@ everyone

simply_forgotten

OMIGOSH

GOOOD LUCK

Maria_in_da_sky

WE’RE ALL WATCHING

YOU KICKED HIS ASS GOOD

random doode

HELL YEAH HE DID

your left sock

I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU

wellerman jones

you’d better take my internship

random doode

No, he’s taking mine!

crabpuffs and cheetos

HELL NO HE’S MINE

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Just who do you all think you are?

I get first dibs he’s my student

average grass block

OH FUCK NO

bugs is kinda hot tho

I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ERASURE DON’T THINK I WON’T

hug_tank12

OH YOU WANNA GO HUH?

Stabwounds McJones

you guys

im so lucky to have frinds like u

crabpuffs and cheetos

YOU IDIOTS MADE HIM EMOTIONAL

wellerman jones

EVERYONE STOP

WE’LL FIGHT IN PERSON

Tonight, 1:30 AM, West Mustafu, abandoned Fun Time Fartbag warehouse

average grass block

fucking bet

hug_tank12

I’ll be there

bugs is kinda hot tho

Erasure, you might be leaving in a bodybag

I’ll be the one winning.

random doode

I’ll be there.

I won’t hold back.

CaffeinatedCaterpiller

Fucking bring it

TruthOrDaretective

I’ll have a police line to protect possible civilians, but otherwise keep this under wraps.

I will be entering.

crabpuffs and cheetos

Oh fuck yes

Wednesdays are for da bois

You’re all going to die.

I’m going to kill you all.

Stabwounds McJones

this is ridiculus

please dpont hurt each other

wellerman jones

We promise

crabpuffs and cheetos

Dont worry about us

bugs is kinda hot tho

Focus on your festival, kid

random doode

We’re sorry for worrying you.

Stabwounds McJones

okay then ill go watch my new friend fight

average grass block

OMIGOSH HE MADE A FRIEND

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NAMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Several people are typing...

Izuku put his phone in his pocket, giving Shouto a reassuring smile as the peppermint boy stood to leave.

“Good luck, Shouto!” Izuku said, smiling as bright as the sun. Shouto smiled back, a real, shining smile.

“Thanks, Izuku.” Shouto said, leaving Izuku to his classmates’ questions.

“DID HE JUST CALL HIM SHOUTO?”

“DID HE JUST CALL HIM IZUKU?”

“MAKING FRIENDS DURING A COMPETITION IS SO MANLY!”

"What splendid camaraderie arose between the shining hope of our future."

"NO FAIR! I CALLED DIBS ON BEING MIDORI-SENSEI'S BFF!"

Chapter End Notes

I put some Aizawa content I'm really proud of in the last chapter, and when I check the comments I see:

"sAcRiFiCe eNdEvoUr tO dAbI"

"ASH ASH ASH"

"RIP HIS LIMBS OFF"

;-;

Izuku delivers some nachos

Chapter Summary

Remember what I said about pulling science out of my ass? You're about to get a taste of that.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku sat beside Sero and Kirishima, watching at Shouto and the girl from Class B (Shiozaki, he told himself) began their fight. Shiozaki began with a wave of vines, their leafy tendrils leaping through the air towards Shouto.

"I see. Your Quirk is not going to be of any use against me." Shouto said, voice as cold as the ice he sent across the vines. The vines shattered like pottery, and the girl looked obviously shocked.

"I am a child of God, and I acknowledge your strength. You should know I will defeat you in the name of my Lord!" Shiozaki said, voice toneless as she sent another wave of vines at Shouto. He stood calmly before the wall of green, before Izuku saw his intention just before Shouto moved.

In an instant, half the arena was covered in a massive glacier.

"HOLY [beep] SHOUTA YOU'VE BEEN MAKING YOUR KIDS TOO OP WHAT THE [beep]?! TODOROKI DEFEATS SHIOZAKI WITH A MASSIVE FINISHING MOVE, AND HIS ICE IS INESCAPABLE!"

Mic roared, and the crowd went wild.

Todoroki melted the ice enough for her to escape, and a hero with a pink flame Quirk came from the audience to help Cementoss finish the cleanup. Izuku cheered as loudly as he physically could, and he knew he saw Shouto smile at him.

It was a long three minute wait for them to clean the arena, and Izuku chose to go find his own entertainment in the meantime. After getting Nezu's approval, he left Sero and Kirishima, slipping into the crowd.

Izuku soon found himself on the overhang shadowing the announcer's booth. He dropped onto it with a quiet thump, before swinging into the window. Present Mic yelped in surprise, but Aizawa only grunted.

"What are you doing here, Problem Child?" Aizawa asked, eyes softer than his sharp tongue behind the bandages. Izuku held out the bag in his hand to Mic, who took it with a surprised smile. Izuku sat in the chair in the middle of them, as Mic handed him the little box from the bag with his name on it.

"Nezu said I could hang out up here and bring you lunch while I eat. And we all know my jokes are hilarious, so I'm your temporary guest announcer!" Izuku said, and Mic opened his box of nachos to find his favorite toppings: salsa, tomatoes, and sour cream.

"Uhhhhh, 'dori, how did you…?" Mic asked, and Izuku gave him a dazzling smile as he opened his own nachos. Aizawa looked up from the jello cup Izuku had given him, and shook his head sharply.

"You. Don't. Want. To. Know." Aizawa said, and Mic gave a shaky smile as he began to eat his nachos.

After two minutes, the arena was cleared.

Mic brushed off some nacho crumbs, and Izuku swallowed his mouthful of jalapenos and cheese.

"We're back, everybody! Here with me with the permission of Principal Nezu himself, is our favorite fluffy-haired vigilante- Izuku Midoriya!" Mic yelled, and the crowd roared. There were only a few boos, and Izuku saw with a flare of happiness that his classmates were the loudest of all.

"Sorry, Mic-sensei, but you're wrong. As the law clearly states, vigilantism is illegal use of Quirks to apprehend criminals. I couldn't be a vigilante even if I wanted to!" Izuku laughed, and Aizawa snorted. The crowd puzzled this before a few knowledgeable members called out the truth of his words. Mutters and conversation flared again, but it immediately switched to cheers as Kaminari and Tetsutetsu entered the ring.

"It seems the round is about to begin! Another Class A versus Class B battle!" Mic called, and Izuku suddenly realized a few screens showed his face. He reddened and wiped the cheese off his cheek, and a few crowd members chuckled.

"LET'S GOOOOOOOOO! THE MATCH BEGINS NOWWW!" Mic called, and Izuku watched intently as the battle began.

Kaminari leaped backwards as Tetsutetsu leapt at him, skin shining silver as his Quirk activated. Kaminari kept his distance, but the downside of the Class B student's Quirk put them on equal terms. Kaminari sent short, strong bursts of electricity to his opponent, and the lightning curved to meet the metal skin of the other boy.

As they waved back and forth in a game of taser tag, Izuku let his mind wander as he observed the Quirks. Kaminari was using the techniques Izuku had taught him well, but Tetsutetsu seemed to have little to no martial arts training. Kaminari's Quirk allowed him to attack over a distance, but Tetsutetsu's conductive qualities made it less effective than it otherwise would be, but also made Kaminari's electricity near impossible to avoid but perhaps- Izuku felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked at the bandaged face of his teacher.

"Kid, you were muttering again." Aizawa said, and Izuku's face flushed as the audience chuckled. Izuku was deciding to either die of embarrassment or run to Canada and live there under a new name when Aizawa spoke again.

"To those of you unaware, you just got a taste of the analyzing ability Avenger is famous for. And he's right, on all points about this battle. Kaminari has far less strength, durability, and power than Tetsutetsu. However, he has far more skill with his Quirk, and the ability to think on his feet. If you take a look, he's about to do something interesting right now." Aizawa said, and Mic gave Izuku a thumbs up. Izuku gave Aizawa a thankful smile, before turning back to the fight. This time, he carefully kept his mouth closed.

Kaminari was getting tired, the dodging tiring him faster than his opponent. So he leapt backwards, and Izuku saw and heard electricity gathering around him in a glittering cloud. Tetsutetsu paused, unsure what Kaminari was about to do. Kaminari pointed with one hand, and the energy focused there for a moment as the two boys stared each other down.

"Focus Thunder!" Kaminari yelled, electricity arcing towards Tetsutetsu near instantaneously. Tetsutetsu shielded himself with his Quirk, before five million volts of electricity slammed into him. Izuku had taught Kaminari this move, and he knew what it really was.

Thunder rolled, and even UA's technology glitched for a moment as the energy made everyone's hair stand on end. Tetsutetsu stood shakily in a starburst scorch mark on the concrete, before promptly passing out.

"KAMINARI IS THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH! WHAT IS IT WITH CLASS A AND BRILLIANT FINISHING MOVES?! LITTLE 'DORI, WHAT JUST HAPPENED DOWN THERE?!" Mic asked, as Kaminari helped the medic bots as they put Tetsutetsu on a stretcher.

"Focus Thunder is a move I helped him create, which delivers an insanely powerful blast of energy. However, it has another use. The thunder you heard was created just as natural thunder is, because the lightning had created a vacuum. The sudden change of air pressure was what Kaminari was relying on." Izuku said, and the crowd roared in disbelief and amazement.

"That's not all, either." Aizawa said, "Kaminari used to overload when he used his Quirk too much, but in a single session with Midoriya they found what was causing his problem. After that, he has made massive improvements in the week he's been training for this festival." Izuku recalled that lesson, and how they'd found the rubber soles of Kaminari's shoes had prevented him from dispersing excess energy. The energy had instead looped back through his body, creating the overload. A change of shoes, and Kaminari was no longer limited to small amounts of electricity.

"Kaminari and everyone else made incredible leaps in using their Quirks because of their own strength and will to succeed. I'm proud to be a part of Class A, and to call them my friends." Izuku said, before realizing what he said. Before Izuku could die of embarrassment, Mic saved him.

"I couldn't have said it better myself! I'm so proud of you students for the camaraderie and friendship you've shown today, it shows that the world will be in safe hands when you become heroes!" Mic said, and the crowd roared its delight. Izuku kept his disgust from reaching his face, crowd mentality was one of the things that prevented him from getting basic human rights.

These people had done nothing to him, so why did it make him angry?

Chapter End Notes

In the next few episodes, Izuku will achieve even more friends, and the reason for Bakugo's therapy will be revealed.

I will be releasing chapter 20 on Monday, 21 on Tuesday, and 22 on Wednesday because I want to see the comments :)

Izuku brutalizes the Japanese society while eating nachos

Chapter Summary

Izuku vs [Wild Karen]

Kirishima vs Yayarouzu

The pro heros and the police plan a murder

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter 21

Izuku, Aizawa, and Mic had some time to kill before the next match. There were five minute pauses between matches, and it was their job to keep the audience entertained.

"Since we have a guest announcer today, we're going to let the audience ask questions! Roll the Question Cam!" Mic yelled, and the big screen turned to the mass of people. It landed on a couple with scales on their faces, and they let out excited whoops.

"You two! Got any questions for the kinda-vigilante turned Hero student?" Mic asked, and they frantically bobbed their heads.

"Did you really single handedly take out the Kamino Killer?" The pink scaled boy asked, and Izuku blinked.

"Uh, yeah. She had some information I needed, so I caught her." Izuku said, and a woman with spider web hair stepped in front of the camera.

"No way a Quirkless kid like you is Avenger! Who's dick did you suck to get into the hero course, huh?" The woman yelled, and the audience broke into boos and cheers. Mic's face reddened with anger, and Aizawa's Quirk flashed, but Izuku just smiled at her.

"Excuse me, do I know you? You look awfully familiar…" Izuku said, and she scowled.

"Hell no!" She spat, and Izuku snapped his fingers.

"Oh! I remember, you look a bit like a lowlife I threw in prison months ago! That was my first hostage situation, by the way. Not that you should have any guilt for a family member being a villain, I myself have a real piece of work for a father!" Izuku said with a light laugh, and the audience relaxed. Aizawa and Mic however, knew he only acted like an angel when Izuku was most demonic.

"Did I really need to have a Quirk to kick the ass of people like him? No, not really. You see, Quirks don't mean a whole lot in the big scheme of things. Humans were killing each other by the millions long before Quirks came about, not to mention destroying the very planet we live on!" Izuku continued, still cheery.

"No Quirk, villainous Quirk, weak Quirk, strong Quirk? None of that really matters. It's just something you like to tell yourselves so you can sleep at night after letting part of your society live in abject hopelessness!" Izuku said, and no one in the audience was talking now.

"For example, last year's teenage Quirkless suicide rate was 42%. Quirkless people are about 14% of the Japanese population, and only a little over half of them live long enough to graduate high school!" Izuku said with a smile as innocent as can be, and the woman snarled at him.

"Does that matter anyway? It's not like your kind can contribute to society anyway!" The "Karen" screeched, and Izuku sighed.

"Do you know what the internet is? A television? Airplanes? Radios, spacecraft, medicinal science, smartphones, perhaps?" Izuku asked, and the woman hissed like he'd slapped her.

"The hell does that have to do with anything?" She spat, and Izuku gestured over the stadium.

"All of those things and more were created without Quirks. Humanity never needed them before, yet our society says otherwise. I've got another example for you. A police officer died last year, and his wife was Quirkless. Because she doesn't have all the rights a Quirked person has, she had to give up their seven month old daughter for adoption." Izuku said, remembering the dark haired officer in question. He carried pictures of his daughter everywhere, and showed absolutely anyone who stood still long enough.

"Well that's because she wouldn't know how to care for a child with a Quirk, Quirkless people shouldn't be allowed to procreate at all. Almost every one of you is unemployed!" Karen screeched, and Izuku sighed. He could just ask security to make her leave, but if he didn't defeat her arguments first it would seem like she was right. He owed it to everyone watching to answer.

"Children often have Quirks that don't quite match either parent. I know a family full of lizard mutations that have a kid who has a wind Quirk." Izuku said, and the woman looked almost feral.

"YOU'RE LESS THAN US! YOU'RE AN UNEVOLVED, LOWER LIFE FORM! USELESS SCUM LIKE YOU COULD NEVER MAKE IT INTO THE HERO COURSE!" she screeched, Izuku sighed.

"Yes, I have an extra toe joint and an appendix. But do you know what else I have? Skill. Manners. And above all else, common fucking decency. Which you apparently don't have. How about you go now, huh? It's a festival, and I'd like to enjoy it." Izuku said, leaning back in his seat. He casually watched security drag her off, taking a bite of his cold nachos. Mic cleared his throat, and the audience shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, that's all the time we have for that! The next match will begin in a few seconds!" Mic yelled, and the mood lightened as Yayarouzu and Kirishima stepped into the arena. Midnight told them the rules again, and the crowd roared when Mic called the beginning of the match.

Kirishima leapt forward, fist hardening as he swung at Yayarouzu. The dark haired girl leapt aside, and the air around her glimmered as she used her Quirk. She pulled out a can of…. bear spray?

"Oh." Izuku said with a laugh,"I see!" just as she turned the nozzle towards the boy and sent a blast of long-range pepper spray into his face from ten feet away. Kirishima cried out, eyes shut tight, but stayed on his feet. He lunged out blindly, managing to land a solid punch to the stomach of the surprised girl.

Yayrouzu retched, puking on the arena as the crowd looked vaguely uncomfortable by the poor state of the two contestants. Her Quirk shone again, and her hand pointed a freshly-minted taser at the blind boy. He cried out at the shock, before grabbing the wire and pulling her forward. When she was close enough, he took her arm and threw her from the ring. Yayarouzu landed in a roll, snapping to her feet, but she had lost. Rather than being upset, she helped Kirishima to the medical bots.

“THAT FIGHT WASN’T VERY FLASHY, BUT IT WAS BRUTAL ALL THE SAME! SHE HELPED HIM AFTER HER VICTORY, AND HE ACCEPTED HER HELP EVEN THOUGH SHE TOOK HIS EYESIGHT! THIS YEAR’S SPORTS FESTIVAL IS SHOWING US WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TO ACT HEROICALLY, FOLKS! KIRISHIMA MOVES ON TO THE SECOND ROUND!" Mic yelled, and the crowd roared their approval of both competitors.

Aizawa, sitting to Izuku’s left, then posted a video in the hero group chat.

CaffeinatedCaterpillar

endevwhore.mp3

@everyone

average grass block

The match is off, postponed.

Tonight we kill the number two asshole.

wellerman jones

Agreed.

TruthOrDaretective

I will get a team on this, we’re not letting him get away

Wednesdays are for da bois

DEATH TO ENDEAVOUR

bugs is kinda hot tho

WHOEVER KILLS HIM FIRST GETS AVENGER’S INTERNSHIP

CaffienatedCaterpillar

fucking bet

crabpuffs and cheetos

OH HELL YES

hug_tank12

YOU FUCKING KNOW IT

random doode

I know someone who wants in on this, AND WE’RE GONNA WIN!!!!

average grass block

Sure why not

wellerman jones

Fine, we’ll let you bring your friend

But only you, if only because we know you couldn’t handle it alone

wednesdays are for da bois

OOOOOOOOOOO

bugs is kinda hot tho

ROASTED

random doode

No complaints when my new HOT boyfriend shows up then

your left sock

WAIT WHAT

maria_in_da_sky

WE MUST MEET HIM

CaffeinatedCaterpillar

Not important right now, and I frankly don’t care about his love life

crabpuffs and cheetos

WE SURE AS HELL DO

BUT YOU MAY HAVE A POINT

HAVE TO KILL ENDICK-VOUR FIRST

TruthOrDaretective

If I get a warrant before you kill him I win

If I win Avenger gets to spend the week with ME

crabpuffs and cheetos

@ bean burrito supremacy where u at???

Stabwounds McJones

ummmm wut

CaffienatedCaterpillar

Go away or I take your coffee away THIS ONE IS MINE

average grass block

Oh man he’s serious

Stabwounds McJones

okk but sernd me a bideo at least

crabpuffs and cheetoes

We will, don’t worry

simply_forgotten

Good luck next round!

Stabwounds McJones

oooh Kacchan’s up next

gtg baiiiii

your left sock

KACCHAN IS AT UA

Ereaser wtf

Several people are typing…

Aizawa looked with horror at the anger in the messages that followed, and told the story as quickly as he could to save the lives of himself and Bakugo.

But tonight, Endeavour would face the worst night of his life.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter is going to either make you all smile or just quit the fic.

I'll leave conspiracies open for who the "HOT boyfriend" who hates Endeavour is.

And who "random doode" is

Got any ideas who is who in the hero groupchat?

Zuzu and Kacchan

Chapter Summary

Bakugo vs Uraraka

Bakugo vs his own feelings

Basically TW for all things gore and death, PTSD, the whole shabang

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Katsuki walked the edge of the arena, trying desperately to ignore the cold fear in his veins. Pink Cheeks stood in front of him, as that damn horny creep of a teacher told them the rules they already knew. Flexing his fingers one by one, he counted with his breaths. Just like Dog Breath had taught him.

Relax, Katsuki. You won’t hurt her. All of these heroes are here, they won’t let it go too far.

Pink Cheeks leapt at him the moment Loud Bitch called the beginning of the match, and Bakugo threw his hand down to explode some cement into a smokescreen. She swung behind him, and he threw an arm up to meet her before flinching it back down to the cement.

{the smell of burning flesh and hair}

Katsuki pushed the memory out of his mind, and the fact he hadn’t used his Quirk since the USJ. He held off Pink Cheeks, using his legs to kick her or a smokescreen to keep her at bay. She swung a chunk of concrete at him, and he shattered it with an explosion.

{dark blood pooling under blackened flesh}

Katsuki gritted his teeth, and exploded the ground violently. As Pink Cheeks stumbled, he dashed towards her to finish the fight.

"Release!" Pink Cheeks screamed, voice desperate. Katsukui roze, two feet from her, and looked up.

A mountain of cement was raining down from above.

Katsuki braced his arm, and aimed a palm skyward.

{spasms and gasping breath as life faded}

He released a massive explosion, his shoulder and arm aching from the recoil. Katsuki vaporized the attack, and the sight of the blast nearly sent him into complete panic

{flesh of the cheeks long gone, showing a gruesome eyeless smile}

Swallowing a mouth full of bile, he shakily stood ready for her next attack. Pink Cheeks took a wobbly step towards Katsuki, before falling in a crumpled heap.

{limbs in odd positions, stiff and thin as the flesh was burned}

Katsuki leapt forward, and gently caught her before she hit the ground. Midnight rushed towards him, but he just held her as the medical bots came with a stretcher. The moment she was out of his arms, he nearly ran from the arena.

{the gauntlet, still smoking, innocently sitting on his arm}

He slammed and locked the door to his room, and collapsed into a chair. Katsuki looked at his trembling, reddened hands, and felt like screaming. He wanted to rage, he wanted to force the guilt from his mind but he couldn't.

So, he cried.

The vent rattled, and a familiar puff of white hair popped out. The rest soon followed, and the other boy didn't say a word as Katsuki leapt at him and cried in his arms.

"Zuzu…." Katsuki sobbed, the childhood nickname making the other boy flinch in surprise. Izuku then hugged a sobbing Katsuki, and Katsuki sniffled pathetically. He pushed Izuku off him, and wiped his nose.

"Sorry." Katsuki growled, but even he knew it sounded weak. Izuku sat down beside him, and he then spoke for the first time.

"If you want to talk to me, I'm here." Izuku said, and Katsuki almost threw him from the room. Then, he sighed.

"Izuku, I'm a terrible person." Katsuki said, not willing to look his former best friend in the eye. He had no right to.

"I was terrible to you, I was terrible to everyone. And now, I'm a villain too." Katsuki said, voice hoarse and pained. He hated this, but he desperately wanted to tell someone who wouldn't treat him like the victim. He was no victim.

"I'm a murderer, Zuzu!" Katsuki said, and Izuku finally spoke.

"Was it at the USJ?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki gave a jerk of his head as an answer.

"Something to do with the gauntlets?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki's breath hissed between clenched teeth as he nodded again.

"I just guessed because ever since the USJ you've been different. And you removed a part of your costume." Izuku said, and Katsuki said nothing.

"What were they supposed to do?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki cleared the tightness from his throat with a growl.

"Store sweat." Katsuki said, and Izuku may have nodded. He still couldn't look him in the face.

"I see." Izuku said, and they sat in silence for a while.

"The smell of burned hair and flesh, I know it too." Izuku said, and Katsuki flinched.

"Do you know what happened the day my mom died?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki growled a quiet "No."

"It was my dad. He was a villain, and he wanted to experiment on me apparently. Mom and Grandma attacked him, and I was knocked out. When I came to, the forest was on fire and they were dead." Izuku said, and Katsuki again found himself facing the knowledge he'd killed a person who might have had a family.

"But you see, the difference lies in the intent. Endeavour kills villains all the time, but he's a hero. All Might has killed a few as well. True villains are those who kill because they like it. Did you like it, Katsuki?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki whipped his head to face him.

"Fuck no! I didn't!" Katsuki said, and those damn tears started again. Izuku smiled, and Katsuki felt his self hatred rise even more. He'd insulted him the day he met him after his mom died, and Izuku was comforting him.

"Kacchan. Look at me." Izuku said, and Katsuki looked. The green eyes showed sorrow, pain, and hope. No sign of pity in those emerald depths.

"You just called me Kacchan." Katsuki said, and Izuku smiled again.

"Yup! And from now on, you call me Zuzu again. I've really missed you being my best friend." Izuku said, and Katsuki wiped his tears.

"I'm going to work hard, Zuzu. I'll be the number one hero, and then I'll deserve that name. I've missed you, too." Katsuki said, and Zuzu hugged him.

"I know you can do it, Kacchan! But," Zuzu looked at him with a chilling smile, "I'm gonna kick your ass in the finals."

"No fucking way, Zuzu!" Katsuki said, savoring the taste of the name on his tongue. How long has it been since he had a real friend?

"Then quit being a little bitch baby and go celebrate with our classmates!" Zuzu said, and they left the room side by side.

Chapter End Notes

Bakugo had never used the gauntlets before, and had no clue they would be lethal.

He still has some work to do before he recovers, but Izuku's wholesomeness is a big help.

Return of the Black Book

Chapter Summary

Izuku vs Iida

Better known as "Izuku finds another fren"

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku, and the crowd, had been waiting for Iida for over ten minutes. The blue haired boy was arguing fiercely with Aizawa, who seemed to be trying to reassure him. After a long debate, Iida appeared to lose and he stepped onto the field.

So Iida didn't want to fight the Quirkless kid, huh?

Izuku watched Iida closely as Midnight explained the rules, the clenching of his jaw and the anger in his eyes gave Izuku all he needed to know Iida was pissed about having to fight Izuku.

And he'd seemed like such a nice guy before.

The moment Mic declared the start of the match, Iida leapt at him with a kick to the head. Izuku ducked under the ferocious attack, pole flashing to land a brutal hit to the lower back.

The pain just seemed to infuriate the boy further, and he spun to try to kick him in the ribs. Izuku stepped back, feeling the wind from the missed blow. Izuku whirled his pole, and extended it right into the boy's gut. Iida was pushed back three feet before he slipped away.

"You're that pissed at having to fight the Quirkless kid, huh? You can't hit me with sloppy attacks like that, Speed Quirk or no." Izuku jeered, and the taller boy roared wordlessly as he missed attack after attack.

Izuku, on the other hand, landed brutal blow after brutal blow on the furious blue haired boy.

"Here I am, slowpoke! Catch me if you can!" Izuku taunted, dodging another violent kick.

Izuku then started doing his absolute best to mock the boy, waiting until the last second to dodge before sidestepping and yelling "Ole!"

Iida, it seemed, had had enough.

"Enough of this farce!" Iida roared, and his engines started whining under the strain. Izuku felt rather than saw the attack coming, in an instant Iida was swinging his leg through the air his head used to occupy.

"Recipero Burst!" Iida yelled, and Izuku leapt backwards just before another incredibly fast attack hit him.

"Not too bad, but I've fought Ingenium! If he couldn't land a hit on me, how could you?" Izuku taunted, and Iida seemed to lose all reason.

He swung a mindless, furious, punch at Izuku, and Izuku grabbed him by the wrist. Izuku pulled him close, before kneeing him violently in the gut. One, two, three, four times. Izuku then grabbed the back of his shirt, and threw him out of the ring.

Iida lay defeated outside the ring, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Izuku swore quietly to himself, before hefting the boy into a fireman's carry and running from the arena.

When they got to Recovery Girl's office, he set him down on a bed.

"Iida, I thought we were friends." Izuku said, and the boy's gaze whipped up to him.

"I- I'm sorry." Iida said, quietly. Recovery Girl sat quietly in her chair, waiting for this to be resolved before she treated Iida.

Izuku had hurt him so badly he'd probably pass out the moment she used her Quirk on him, and something in Iida's eyes made Izuku feel like he was missing something.

"What the hell was that about, Iida?" Izuku asked, and Iida gritted his teeth.

"Family matter." He spat, although Izuku thought he saw something familiar in the tone.

Oh. Oh.

"The phone call." Izuku said, and Iida's reddish glare turned to him.

"That's none of your business." Iifa said, stiffer than usual.

"Either you tell me or I hack your phone." Izuku said, and Iida's glare relented somewhat.

"The Hero Killer attacked my brother." Iida said, anger still shining in his eyes, and in the clenching of his fists.

"I see." Izuku said, leaning back. "Is Ingenium alive?"

"How- nevermind. Yes, he's alive. Severely injured, and paralyzed." Iida said, and Izuku sighed in relief.

"Ingenium and I are friends. We talk pretty often in a hero groupchat I made, his name's "bean burrito supremacy."" Izuku said, and Iida glanced up at him in surprise, before chuckling.

"He does like that food, even if it is unhealthy." Iida said, anger beginning to fade from it's previous mindless rage.

"Iida. I know exactly how you feel, but don't do anything reckless." Izuku said, and Iida whipped back to him with a scowl.

"You're hunting villains for revenge aren't you? Don't try telling me what I should do, you hypocrite." Iida spat, and Izuku gestured for Recovery Girl to give them some privacy. With a cautious nod, she left the room.

"Firstly, I'm not doing it alone. I haven't done anything that jeopardizes the safety of those around me or UA's reputation. Secondly, I've been carefully working with heroes and police for over a year. And third, my situation is very different from yours." Izuku said, and Iida grit his teeth.

"How so? What could possibly be worse than what happened to my brother?" Iida asked, and Izuku bit his lip.

"What happened to your brother is a tragedy. Trauma cannot be measured between person to person. The reason I said my situation is different is because it was my father who killed my mother." Izuku said, and Iida's jaw dropped slightly.

"Is that why you've been hunting villains?" Iida said, and Izuku was glad he could distract him from his emotions for a moment. Even if it meant throwing his own into a shredder.

"Yeah. He's a pretty well-known villain, and he wanted me to join him. Well, experiment on me. They fought, and he killed them. I can't beat him alone, so I put a hold on revenge while I chase my dream." Izuku said, as memories of smoke and burnt hair smell filled his mind.

"I'm sorry, Midoriya. I assumed you wouldn't understand, and that you thought yourself better than me. I apologize for my behavior during and after our match." Iida said, bowing the best he could with at least two broken ribs.

"Just don't be stupid, okay? How about this, we've shared tragic backstories, so let's be friends, Iida!" Izuku said, holding out a hand. Iida looked at his face, then back to the hand, before taking it.

"Call me Tenya." Iid- Tenya said, and Izuku grinned.

"Then you call me Izuku from now on."

"Izuku, thank you." Tenya said, eyes shining behind his glasses.

"Sorry for beating the crap out of you, Tenya." Izuku said, and Tenya laughed. Then, he winced and held his ribs.

"Ow." He whined and Izuku gave him a sympathetic pat.

"I'll get Recovery Girl, get some rest." Izuku said, before walking into the hall. As Recovery Girl passed him, he could have sworn she slipped a gummy bear into his pocket.

Izuku then opened his black notebook, writing the Hero Killer's name on an ominous list. The two names above it were scratched out with a dark line of black ink.

Chapter End Notes

How do you feel about my current Sports Fest bracket?

I rewrote the entire fic this weekend. It looks so much better now that I use Rich Text.

Aizawa has a crisis

Chapter Summary

FINALLY!!!!

I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE SPORTS FEST

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku sat between Mic and Aizawa, as the contenders of the next match made their way into the arena. The purple haired Gen Ed kid and Tomoyami faced each other for a long minute as Midnight explained the rules.

"HERE WE GOOOOO! LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" Mic roared, and Izuku's scowl of annoyance was matched by Aizawa.

"Loud." Izuku said, as Aizawa glared at the blonde. Mic coughed into a fist, before muttering an apology.

Tokoyami dramatically threw out an arm, and Dark Shadow rose up beside him. Shinsou simply stared.

"What the fuck is that?" Shinsou asked, and Dark Shadow huffed.

"I'm not a "that", thank you very much! My name-" Dark Shadow suddenly stilled, and the purple haired boy smirked. Tokoyami clenched his beak, clearly trying to regain control over his Quirk.

"What have you done to Dark Shadow?!" Tokoyami yelled, and Shinsou lazily pointed at the dark feathered boy.

"Drag him out of the ring." Shinsou said, voice as bored as his face suggested.

Tokoyami struggled, but Dark Shadow lifted him from the ground before taking both of them out of the ring. The crowd roared, but Shinsou didn't give them so much as a glance as he left.

Izuku was grinning. Aizawa did not like that particular, Nezu-like smile, because that was the worst case scenario. Izuku looked like he could tear down society with that smile still shining on his face.

"Oh no." Aizawa said, and even Mic was silent.

"I can't wait to fight him." Izuku said, voice cheery as his eyes held nothing but the kind of curiosity you'd expect from a madman.

Aizawa hoped the purple kid would survive, he'd like to have him for his class.

"Hey Aizawa, you and Shinsou look kinda similar…" Izuku said, turning to his bandaged teacher. The tired man, seeing where this was headed, flashed his Quirk in warning. It was useless, both literally and figuratively, on the grinning Quirkless boy.

"Don't even think that." Aizawa spat, and Izuku giggled.

"Well, when he gets into Class A, I'll ask him!" Izuku said, and Aizawa merely grumbled under his breath about him being a "mini-Nezu."

"ALLLRIGHTTTT! UP NEXT UP ARE TWO PROMISING HEAVY HITTERS OF CLASS A, KIRISHIMA VERSUS TODOROKI!"

Izuku watched the two walk seriously into the ring, and felt his careful mask starting to crack. He had to admit, he was excited to see how this match would turn out.

The moment the match began, Shouto tried his big glacier attack. However, the sound of cracking ice could be heard all over the stadium. A huge crack split the top, and a fist blew it open from the inside. Kirishima climbed out of the ice, before throwing himself at Shouto.

Shouto threw up ice walls, and Kirishima shattered all of them. Kirishima was using the technique he'd worked on with Izuku, to stay mostly relaxed, before hardening one part at a time to its absolute best.

Shouto then gave up on ice walls, and created a set of icy swords. He held off Kirishima with them, pouring cold into the air. Kirishima and Shouto went back and forth, nearly blurred from the sheer speed of their attacks. Kirishima used to be slowed down by his Quirk, but the new technique made him much more agile.

It wasn't until Izuku saw his own breath that he understood what Shouto was doing. Kirishima noticed as well, leaping back and shielding his whole body.

Shouto let him, waiting for Kirishima's nod before he lit up his left side in flames. He threw a hand up, and a brilliant explosion shook the stadium.

When the dust cleared, Shouto stood alone in the arena. Kirishima stood just outside the ring, and the deep gouges in the cement showed his fight against the force. Kirishima wobbled, and Todoroki offered him his shoulder. Kirishima leaned on him, and they both strode to the medical bots with their heads held high.

"LITTLE 'DORI, WHAT THE [beep] HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THEM?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" Mic yelled, and Izuku grinned.

"Shouto used to be squeamish about his flames, but after a few sessions we got it." Izuku said, thinking back to the arguments in the training room. "He cooled the air, before heating it incredibly fast. That made a sudden change in pressure, thus the explosion."

"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! LET'S GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR FANTASTIC FIRST YEARS!" Mic called, and the crowd roared.

"IT'LL TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO CLEAN THIS UP, AND THEN WE HAVE KAMINARI VERSUS BAKUGO!" Mic screeched, and Izuku couldn't help the grin that flashed across his face.

Aizawa saw it, as brief as it was. It wasn't the cocky grin he wore as a vigilante, the cold grin he gave when angry, nor the Nezu-like feral grin he had sometimes. That smile reminded Aizawa that he was a fifteen year old boy. A fifteen year old boy who had seen his father kill his mother, fought villains, and had been treated like scum. A kind hearted boy who did all he could to save his friends.

Dammit .

Aizawa was going to adopt the little shit.

Izuku had no idea the man next to him was having a Dadzawa crisis.

Izuku watched as Kacchan made his way to the ring with almost no trace of his earlier fear. It was still there, invisible to all but Izuku, but it was outshone by so much determination Izuku found the fear even more inspiring.

Kacchan was incredible.

Kaminari had the upper hand in this fight, as Kacchan's only long range attack was lethal. That massive explosion he used on Uraraka's trap would be devastating to the human body.

As soon as the match began, Kacchan surprised him. He took to the air, soaring over a shocked [(hehe)] Kaminari. Smoke filled the air as he spun, and Kacchan roared over the sound of the explosions.

"HOWITZER IMPACT!" Kacchan screamed, slamming into Kaminari. The electric boy was sent flying out of the ring, and he landed in a rough roll. Kacchan stood wobbly, and Kaminari gave a thumbs up from where he lay. Kacchan looked as though he was going to help him, before scowling and walking off.

"I'm okay!" Kaminari yelled from where he lay in the dirt. He made to stand up, before flopping back into the dirt.

"I'm not okay!" Kaminari yelled, and the crowd roared with laughter as the boy was helped onto a stretcher.

Izuku was grinning madly, all thoughts of his reputation gone from his mind. He stood up, grabbed Mic's microphone, and grinned at the audience.

"I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, KACCHAN! GO CLASS A!" Izuku yelled, and the crowd smiled and laughed at the sheer, honest joy in his face and voice.  His classmates in the stands stood, roaring over the crowd. Mic gently took the mic back, and Izuku let him.

"ANOTHER FANTASTIC SHOWING FROM THE FIRST YEARS! UP NEXT, LITTLE 'DORI HERE WILL BE FACING UA'S PURPLE CRYPTID, SHINSOU FROM GENERAL EDUCATION!" Mic screeched, and Izuku gave them a cheery wave before he practically ran to his changing room.

Izuku couldn't wait to test his theories about Shinsou's Quirk.

Izuku smiled all the way to the ring, and he gave the indifferent boy a cheery wave as Midnight explained the rules.

"Wow. How'd you beat the robots without a Quirk?" Shinsou asked, and Izuku flashed him a grin.

"I just got luck-" Izuku froze, feeling his body go out of his control.

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Chapter End Notes

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Quality will become much better

Writing has become fun again

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Izuku lies to himself a lot

Chapter Summary

Sports Fest is over next chapter.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"Wow. How'd you beat the robots without a Quirk?" Shinsou asked, and Izuku flashed him a grin.

"I just got luck-" Izuku froze, feeling his body go out of his control. It was just as he'd expected. Shinsou smirked at him, before pointing at the edge of the ring.

"Go out of the ring." Shinsou said, and Izuku focused entirely on his plan.

When he said "ring", he meant tube slide. I'm not in a tube slide. I'm out of the ring , Izuku thought to himself, and he felt the control over him snap.

Izuku had gotten pretty good at lying to hide injuries from his mother, and the trick was to fool himself. Lying to himself was something he got pretty good at, and while unhealthy, it helped him remain cheerful.

"How the hell did you do that?" Shinsou asked, and Izuku grinned.

"I have a big brain-" Izuku felt himself being controlled again, and Shinsou punched him.

The punch sent him out of the purple boy's control, and Izuku gave him a roundhouse kick in the gut as revenge.

"You're Quirk is awesome, Shinsou! Try it again!" Izuku said, grinning. Aizawa sighed into his microphone, and Shinsou looked stunned.

"What did you just say?" Shinsou asked, and Izuku grinned.

"I said it's awesome!" Izuku answered instantly, before he frowned. "Hey! Why didn't you do it again?"

"Who's your favorite pro hero?" Shinsou asked with a sigh, sliding into a sloppy fighting stance.

"My best friend! Erasure-" Izuku said, and he was again frozen.

"Lose the round!" Shinsou ordered, and Izuku slowly forced a grin onto his face.

He must be talking about that game of "no rock, scissors paper" I was playing with Ashido yesterday. He didn't say I couldn't move, so I can move!, Izuku thought, keeping his whole being laser focused on those thoughts.

"I choose paper!" Izuku screamed, holding his hand flat in the air. The control shattered, and he punched Shinsou in the gut.

"How are you doing that?!" Shinsou asked, and Izuku laughed.

"I'm great at lying to mysel-" Izuku said, freezing. Shinsou stood, and clenched a fist.

"Stand still!" Shinsou ordered, and Izuku smirked.

He never said how long I should stand still. I stood, and now I'm done! , Izuku thought, feeling the control snap like a thread. Shinsou gaped at him as Izuku grabbed his fist before it could connect, and threw him from the ring.

"Nice match, Shinsou! Your Quirk is amazing!" Izuku said, offering the purple boy a hand. Shinsou looked at his face, and back to his hand, before accepting it.

Izuku helped him stand, and pestered him about his Quirk the entire way to the changing rooms.

"Can you control multiple people at once? Can you control animals? What happens if you give someone an impossible or paradoxical order? Would it work on Nezu? Does it work through electronic speakers? Can you control yourself by answering your own questions? Is your hair gelled, or is that part of your Quirk? Are you related to Aizawa-sensei? Does your Quirk ever cause headaches? Does your voice retain it's abilities if it echoes? Can you-" Izuku was broken off from his rant by a laugh from the other boy.

"You're pretty unique, Midoriya. I mean, who would want to hang out with a future villain?" Shinsou asked, voice amused. Izuku gasped like Shinsou had slapped him.

"Why would you want to be a villain?  Or are you talking about me? I'm only planning on murdering one, no two…. Three? No, two. Two people." Izuku said, and Shinsou's face twisted into a grin.

"You seemed not to mind my Quirk. Want to help me train to get into the hero course, "Midori-sensei"?" Shinsou asked, holding out a hand. Izuku took it  with a grin.

"Izuku." He said, and the other boy blinked.

"What?"

"Call me Izuku."

"Fine! But you have to call me Hitoshi."

"Sure!"

Shinsou stared at him for a long minute, and then pointed at the door.

Izuku hadn't realized they'd made it to the prep rooms.

"I kind of need to get changed." Hitoshi  said, and Izuku ran out of the room. He stopped at the door, blushing, and spluttered out some apologies before vanishing.

First he kicks him in the gut, next he follows him into the changing rooms. Izuku hoped Hitoshi didn't think he was a creep. And he'd told him about the murder! God, that was dumb.

Izuku took a deep breath outside the announcer's booth before stepping in. He slid into his seat, taking a cupcake from the table, and ate it in a single massive bite.

Aizawa didn't say anything, but Mic fell into howling laughter.

"I- YOu, I mean… so casually.. HAHAHA!" Mic laughed, as Aizawa's Quirk kept his voice to a tolerable level. Izuku licked the frosting off his lips, as Shouto and Kacchan entered the ring.

Izuku was fairly certain that, in terms of skill and power, Shouto was stronger than Kacchan. However, he'd once seen Kacchan beat up a high schooler while the blonde had a broken nose and both his hands were handcuffed.

Izuku didn't know who would win, and it was exciting.

"Let the match BEGINNNNNN!" Mic screeched, and Shouto immediately filled the ring. Kacchan leapt to the air, and Shouto sent a wave of rippling flames towards him.

Kacchan stayed defensive for a while, and Shouto threw fire and ice at him as Kacchan dove in and out of his reach. Kacchan landed a few blows, but the match was young.

For long minutes, the two went back and forth, and it was clear Kacchan was tiring. Shouto had pulled a lot of big moves, but Kacchan was gasping for breath as they traded blows.

Shouto saw the change, and blasted a wave of ice at him again. When he didn't see Bakugo going over it, he relaxed slightly.

That was a mistake.

A massive explosion turned the wall into rubble, and Kacchan shot out of the smoke to grab the ice and fire user. Kacchan had a grin on his face, all previous exhaustion gone.

With a roar, he threw the struggling Shouto from the ring.

"BAKUGO IS THE WINNER! WHAT A FANTASTIC BATTLE! I CAN'T [beep] WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS IN THE FINALS! BAKUGO MOVES ON TO FACE THE QUIRKLESS CHAMPION OF UA, MIDORIYA!" Mic screeched, and the crowd roared.

Chapter End Notes

Soon, Endeavor, soon.

Yeet (The Sequel)

Chapter Summary

The end of the Sports Festival

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku stood facing Kacchan in the ring, and they gave each other a quick smile before dashing towards the other.

Izuku brutally kicked Kacchan in the gut, and the blonde replied with a punch to the face.

"Not bad, Kacchan!" Izuku said, giving him a bloody smile. Kacchan grinned back, just as Izuku punched him in the nose.

"Not bad yourself, Zuzu!" Kacchan laughed, wiping the blood from his face. Izuku crouched, kicking the blonde's legs out from under him. Kacchan used his Quirk to flip out of Izuku's reach, before launching a few large explosions his way.

Izuku dodged them with ease, he knew Kacchan's Quirk like the back of his hand.

Bakugo toned down the size of the explosions, sending better aimed, smaller blasts towards the white haired boy. Izuku would dodge, dive in for a hit, and leapt back out of range.

They were both smiling.

Kacchan managed to grab Izuku, and he landed a medium explosion to his gut. The force sent, Izuku flying backwards, but he gave Kacchan a reassuring smile as he stood up. The burn hurt, but it wasn't bleeding much. Kacchan shook himself, and braced himself as Izuku ran at him.

Izuku tackled him, and they both fell to the ground. Izuku rolled off, and grabbed Kacchan by the ankle.

"Wha-?!" Kacchan yelped, and Izuku started to slowly drag him in a circle. Izuku spun faster, and Kacchan realized with horror what was happening.

"NOOOOOO!" Kacchan screeched, struggling with all his might. Izuku spun him faster, before throwing him through the air by his ankle.

"YEET!" Izuku screeched, and Kacchan landed in a tumble outside the ring. He tried to stand up, before stumbling. Izuku rushed over, and Kacchan leaned on him. They walked from the arena, smiles bright despite the blood that smeared their teeth, and the pain in their bodies.

The crowd was going wild, but what really held Izuku's attention was the face Recovery Girl was giving him from the side of the arena.

He gulped, and Kacchan saw his reaction. Horror filled his red eyes, and he quickly looked for the reason. When his eyes landed on the approaching form of Recovery Girl, he relaxed.

That was a mistake.

The crowd watched in muted horror as the elderly nurse whacked them brutally with her cane, before she gave them a kiss of mercy.

"THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS! MIDORIYA IS THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR'S UA SPORTS FESTIVAL!" Mic announced, and the crowd roared with cheers.

When Shouto, Kacchan, and Izuku stood on the podium for the medal ceremony, he gave All Might the most chilling smile he could muster. He thought he felt the older hero tremble slightly as the medal was placed around his neck. Just before he could leave, Izuku leaned  forward a little to whisper to the blonde hero.

" I'm going to make this school year a living hell, Ass Might. You'll never forget me again, I'm going to make sure of it ." Izuku promised, and the number one hero paled. However, his smile remained intact. For now , Izuku thought with wicked glee. But not for long.

Chapter End Notes

Izuku vs Oijiro = Izuku

Iida vs Mei = Iida

Tokoyami vs Aoyama = Tokoyami

Ashido vs Shinsou = Shinsou

Todoroki vs vines = Todoroki

Kaminari vs Tetsu = Kaminari

Kirishima vs Momo = Kirishima

Bakugo vs Uraraka = Bakugo

Round two

Iida vs Izuku = Izuku

Shinsou vs Tokoyami = Shinsou

Todoroki vs Kirishima= Todoroki

Kaminari vs Bakugo = Bakugo

Round three

Izuku vs Shinsou = Izuku

Todoroki vs Bakugo = Bakugo

Round Four

Izuku vs Bakugo = Izuku

PODIUM

Izuku

Bakugo

Todoroki

A manhunt, a heart to heart, and a deal with the devil

Chapter Summary

Endeavour, your time has come.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Endeavour sat in his cell, furious like he'd never been before. That arrogant little criminal brat , that Quirkless, worthless vigilante , had caused him to be sitting in a cell. He , Endeavor, the Number Two Hero!

He was waiting for his phone call, that damn Detective had left him waiting for hours , when the window of his cell exploded. A large, dark hand shot out of the rubble to knock him unconscious.

wellerman jones

I have him, and am coming to the meeting place.

@everyone

Endeavour woke up chained up in an abandoned warehouse. Several people glared at him from the shadows, but most horrifying of all were the Quirk suppressing cuffs on his wrists.

"Who do you think you are?" Endeavour spat, and they stepped forward.

"I'm average grass block, but you can call me Masquerade!" said a cheery woman with scarlet hair and iridescent eyes. Endeavour curled his lip at the small-time hero, but then he saw the rest of them.

"Wednesdays are for da bois, AKA Reaper." said the young hero with black hair and crimson eyes, flashing him a fanged smile.

"Wellerman jones, but you don't get to call me that." Gang Orca said, voice venomous.

"I'm not ashamed to admit I find Bugs Bunny a little attractive." Mirko said, and it clicked. These were the idiots who have been hounding his social media for weeks! Ever since the garlic bread thing started! Endeavour was even angrier than before, but the looks on their faces made him freeze.

These heroes were pissed.

"I'm simply_forgotten." said Kamui Woods, waving a hand at the chained hero.

"My name is "your left sock", but I'd actually rather die than touch your feet. Just call me Mr. Brave, Endeavour ." said yet another hero, and Endeavour snarled at the insult.

"hug_tank12, at your service." Death Arms said, giving Endeavour a mocking bow.

"Don't forget me! I'm Maria_in_da_sky!" Ryuku, the Dragon hero, said with a feral grin.

Last of all, stepped out Hawks and a very burned man.

"Hey. I'm just a random doode." Hawks said with a wave, before he pointed at his friend. "Bet you don't recognize him, huh?"

"You're all insane!" Endeavour snarled, and he lunged forward. The chains stopped him, and a blur of black grabbed him by the throat. Endeavour found himself facing the scarlet eyes of Eraserhead, and the dark hero pushed him back into a seated position.

"Nah, he wouldn't recognize me even if I hadn't dyed my hair." The scarred man said, and Endeavour glared at him. As if he'd fraternize with someone as hideous as him.

"What's the matter, Dad? Don't recognize the son you killed?" The scarred ma- Touya said, and Endeavour snarled.

"You're clearly alive, brat. Where have you been hiding all these years, you worthless shit?" Endeavour spat, and Touya smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know fire boy?" Replied the dark haired man, and Endeavour raged.

"Now, remember." Gang Orca said, "We're just going to beat the shit out of him. No killing. Whoever catches him first gets the internship."

Cheers and nods went around the room, and Touya was the loudest of all.

However, just as Endeavour was about to be released so he could kill all the former heroes, the door slammed open.

Izuku Midoriya held a stack of paper in his hands, walked into the door with a vicious grin.

"I compiled a list of 158 crimes, suspicions of child abuse and murder, and sent them to the news and police department! I'm hereby placing Enji Todoroki, also known as Endeavour, under arrest! As Quirkless people are legal adults at age twelve, I can perform a citizen's arrest!" Izuku said, watching the disappointment rise on the faces of his friends. He threw the paper at Endeavour, and turned to the purple man.

"Wow, you must be Big Bro Hawk's boyfriend! Nice to meet you!" Izuku said, flashing a smile at the shell shocked man. Hawks gave him a consoling pat, and the Heroes got the pleasure of dragging a cuffed Endeavour to the waiting police.

Once Endeavour was shoved into the back of a police car, Izuku turned to his friends with a smile. Masquerade tackled him into a hug, and once released, Izuku held out his yellow notebook.

"I don't have your signatures yet, guys! And you're my favorite heroes!" Izuku said, and Reaper snatched it from his hands.

"I got you, little gremlin." said the self-proclaimed edgelord, and he pulled a Sharpie from somewhere to sign it. The notebook was passed around, and quite a few jokes were made about Aizawa's sloppy scrawl on the first page.

It took them well over fifteen minutes to realize something had gone very, very wrong.

"Who won the internship, since it was Izuku who brought him down?" asked Kamui, and silence fell over the group. Izuku reddened, and gaped at them for a moment.

"That's what this was about? I did that because he's an abusive asshole and he hurt my friend, you guys wanted me to intern for you?" Izuku asked, and Mr. Brave whacked him gently on the head.

"Of  course, gremlin. But it looks like you've saved Ereasure's life tonight." Mr. Brave said, and Izuku grinned.

"Looks like I get to pick who to intern with! Actually, I have a few classmates I'd like to go with some of you." Izuku said, and he pulled out his list.

"Reaper, can you take Tokoyami and Yayarouzu? Uhmmm… Mirko, you get Oijiro and Uraraka…. Masquerade, you get Kacchan, Hagakure, and Kouda… Ryuku, you get Tsu and Shouto, and Mr. Brave gets Jirou and Kaminari." Izuku said, handing each of them a packet containing his Quirk breakdowns of each student. They flipped through them, and no one made any argument.

"... did you really give me the bird kid because you thought we could be, quote on quote, "Edgy buddies"?" Reaper said, and Izuku nodded.

"You also have similar personalities and Quirks, it was a perfect fit!" Izuku said, feeling much more relaxed around his friends than he had for weeks. Just being in the same building as Ass Might, or even just school, was stressing him out.

These people were more like family to Izuku than Hisashi had ever been.

"Midoriya." A dangerously calm voice said behind him, and he turned to face his blank-faced homeroom teacher.

"Yes, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, but he already knew why he was angry.

"You're supposed to be at UA, in the dorms, like the well behaved gremlin you will never be." Aizawa said, before he sighed.

"I would say I'm sorry and I'll never do it again but we both know I'd be lying." Izuku snarked, and his friends chuckled.

"I'll give you a ride." Aizawa said, pointing over his shoulder at his car. Izuku followed him to the vehicle, and soon they were on their way back to UA.

"Do you know I'm married to Mic?" Aizawa asked, and Izuku grinned.

"Well, it's pretty obvious." Izuku said, and Aizawa sighed in resignation at the fact Izuku always knew more than he should.

"And you're basically an orphan right now." Aizawa said, and Izuku stilled. He couldn't be thinking about that , could he?

"Uhm, yeah?"

"How would you like to be an Aizawa?" Aizawa said, and Izuku felt like his entire world was shaking. Someone actually wanted him? Sure, he had friends. He kept up a cheery face, and enjoyed spending time with them. But he knew they wouldn't stay with him if he didn't have something to offer back. Aizawa wanted to adopt him ?

It was against everything Izuku knew.

It was a dream come true.

"If you'll have me, I mean, I'm a huge target for villains…" Izuku broke off what he was as the man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Aizawa kept his eyes on the road, but they weren't as red or irritated as before.

"We knew you'd say that. We'll do the paperwork this weekend, okay?" Aizawa asked, eyes still on the road. Izuku felt like he could beat All Might or even All for One in a fight at that moment.

"Okay!" Izuku said, and he felt an odd emotion light up in his chest.

Huh, it was hope.

On the other side of the city, a teenager wearing a UA uniform stood in front of a man with gleaming white hair.

"Please, Sensei. I need to be stronger! To kill them!" The traitor said, and All for One laughed a deep, dark laugh.

"What will you give me in return?" Came the chilling answer.

"Everything."

Chapter End Notes

Not what you expected, huh?

Dabi isn't a villain, and we have Izuku Aizawa, so please don't kill me in my sleep

This is going to get darker than Kacchan's toast soon, so take the wholesome while you can.

I have big plans for the Traitor

You guys are so smart you ruined my big reveal TwT

CaffeinatedCaterpillar- Aizawa

TruthOrDaretective- Naomasa

average grass block- Masquerade

wednesdays are for da bois- Reaper

wellerman jones- Gang Orca

random doode- Hawks

bugs is kinda hot tho- Mirko

simply_forgotten- Kamui Woods

your left sock- Mr. Brave

hug_tank12- Death Arms

bean burrito supremacy - Ingenium

maria_in_da_sky - Ryuku

bean_bourgiose - ??????

Izuku poisons his classmates

Chapter Summary

A great many things are coming together as internships begin.

Nezu declares his love.

Izuku needs to realize his own self-worth.

Iida is going to need to see Hound Dog soon.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku looked at the massive ecological disaster that was a list of every agency that requested his internship.

There were over three thousand agencies, all hoping for Izuku .

If his desk wasn't steel reinforced and built to be a bulletproof barrier, it probably would have collapsed from the sheer weight of the stacks of crisp, white paper.

However, he ignored the massive pile in favor of two, smaller lists. The first held a list of his friends and other heroes he'd worked with in the past, and the second was given to him in an envelope from Nezu himself.

The second "list" contained one name, one Izuku had never heard in all his years of fanboying over heroes.

Gran Torino

Hours of research in the public section of the internet proved worthless, and he decided to simply ask Nezu before he hacked the police department for answers.

"Oh, the name I gave you? He was All Might's teacher." Nezu said, and Izuku frowned. He didn't want anything to do with that Quirkist asshole, and Nezu knew it.

"Oh, don't look so alarmed! All Might requested it, but I think you two would get along rather nicely. For starters, he's the only man I know who can make All Might cry in less than a minute!" Nezu said, refilling Izuku's teacup.

"I like him already. If he's an asshat, can I come back early?" Izuku asked, and Nezu smiled brightly at him.

"Of course! Now that that's out of the way, we have a much more important matter that requires our attention." Nezu said, and his voice was so serious Izuku felt a thrum of worry flash through him. He was acting more seriously than he had after the USJ attack, what on Earth could possibly make the principal of UA look so sad?

"I wanted to adopt you, but it seems Aizawa got to you first. However, you'll spend a month every summer with me! It was a compromise made between your adoptive parents and myself, to avoid a custody battle. However, " Nezu's face held nothing but the utmost seriousness as he continued, "If you feel at any time that you would like to live with me instead, I would gladly welcome you. I can't adopt you, but Mic suggested I could be an uncle instead."

"Nezu.. thank you. You let a Quirkless kid like me into UA, and you've supported me a lot in the last months. And as for the uncle thing, you and Aizawa are the father figures I never had. I'll gladly call you uncle." Izuku said, and he felt his throat tighten. Huh. His body was trying to cry, but nothing happened.

"Instead of our usual lessons, we have a… situation." Nezu said, and Izuku's mind thought about what could be described that way. A shortage of paper after the Sports Fest, or something more malicious.

"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, and Nezu handed him an envelope with a grimace.

"Mineta was not expelled, as his father holds some weight in the school board. Instead, he was moved to General Education. Last night,  he left a letter saying he was quitting UA and vanished." Nezu said, and Izuku opened the envelope to find a file on the grape-haired pervert.

"Do you think he may be our leak?" Izuku asked, and Nezu shook his head.

"During the media break-in, he was serving detention with myself. He didn't leave the room, and we confirmed the intruder was meeting a student. Our problem lies in the abruptness of his leave, the information he has, and his recent behaviour. His teachers reported a kind of anger in him as of late, and I believe he may do something foolish if left to his own devices." Nezu said, and Izuku nodded. Something about this wasn't right, his "spidey sense" (as Reaper called it) was yelling at him that this was a big problem.

Izuku should really ask Aizawa to see if that damn instinct was actually a Quirk.

"Something about this isn't right. You understand my gut feelings, and this is making my instincts go haywire." Izuku said, and Nezu nodded. Izuku had told him about the odd anxiety that filled him with adrenaline and was unusually punctual. "That same feeling is why I'm asking about Gran Torino. I want to take his internship."

"That sounds wonderful. Now, I'm going to show you how to hack the city's traffic cams…"

A student in a UA uniform stood next to All for One, as they watched the other teenager be strapped to a lab table.

"My Lord, what do you wish of me?" Asked the one by his side, and All for One laughed.

"Nothing, my little mole. My successor will be making his move soon, you just watch like a good little hero student."

"As you wish, My Lord."

Shinsou looked at the text he'd just gotten from an unknown number, and he could feel his brain melting from the poor grammar.

[Unkown]

hey its me zuku jus wantedd to tel u dadzawa wantd u to c him l8r

Shinsou blocked the number.

He would never read anything that madman texted, ever again.

Izuku stood in the dorm kitchen, with a small group of students around him. In front of him sat a variety of energy drinks and candy.

"Okay, first you mix equal amounts of the green and blue carbonated energy drinks. Then, you add two packages of green Fun Dip, a five hour energy bottle, and four Pixie Stixs. Stir until they dissolve, then add a ten hour energy to the mix. Next, Sour Patch Kids and sour juice from a candy spray. There you have it, folks! Izuku's "Never sleep again maybe just die" wake up juice!" Izuku said, taking a long slurp of the ungodly concoction.

Several of the students held notebooks, and were writing it down with eagerness. Ashido raised her hand, and Izuku smiled at her.

"What's up?" He asked, and she pointed at the ten hour energy.

"Midori-sensei, does the brand matter for the ten hour?"

"Well you see, it actually depends on the ingredients…."

Aizawa, having seen the whole thing, chose to run before Izuku made him try that drink.

Midnight was going to help them choose hero names, and Izuku was wracking his brain. He had a name he liked, but he had such a reputation already it would be hard to change. Should he keep his old name or change it to what he wanted?

He watched as his friends chose their names, and waited for his turn.

Uraraka chose"Uravity", Tsu chose "Froppy", and Tenya chose to be Inegnium, like his brother. Hitoshi, even though he wouldn't be taking an internship, chose the name "Cortex"

"Red Riot" for Kirishima, and so on.

Shouto walked to the front of the room, before showing the name "Zuko: The Honorable Hero" on his board. Midnight gaped, but it was exactly what they'd been expecting. After ignoring her lecture on copyright claims, Shouto walked back to his seat with a pleased look.

Kacchan remained sullenly in his seat, and Izuku noticed he didn't even have a name board. Something to puzzle later, Izuku supposed.

Finally it was Izuku's turn, and he walked to the front with a determined clench of his jaw. He turned to the class, before showing them the blank board.

"I can't be a hero until I finish what I started and finish my business as Avenger. Until then, that's who I am." Izuku said, ignoring the stares of curiosity as he made his way back to his seat.

Iida sat in his room, and two internship offers sat in front of him. One was in Hosu, the other in Kamino.

He sat there for a long time, before signing the acceptance paper for the Hosu internship. Quiet determination showed on his face, and he thought about his decision for a long time before sleeping.

Chapter End Notes

I know some of you dislike Bakugo, which I completely understand. Rest assured, he isn't getting off scot free after all he's done.

I don't condone bullying in any way, and I'm sorry if this upset some of you.

I'm not writing this to send a message to society, I'm writing a story because I enjoy writing.

Thank you for reading, it means a lot to me!

Also DON'T DRINK THAT.

You'll die.

Another one bites the dust

Chapter Summary

Internships begin, and things will be getting exciting next chapter.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku looked at the drab, shabby building in front of him before quadruple-checking the address. Nope, he was in the right place. He sighed, striding forward and pushing the door open.

Inside, an old man lay in a pool of ketchup and sausages.

How dumb would someone have to be to fall for that?

[(In another world, far, far away a green haired boy who's greatest power was self destructing sneezed)]

Izuku sighed, shaking his head slowly as he called All Might (how did he get the phone number of the top hero? Not legally.) After a few rings, he heard a booming reply.

"WHO IS THIS?" All Might asked, and Izuku tutted.

"Uh, Ass Might, you know that internship you asked Nezu to give me? Well, he's dead. And it stinks . This whole building smells like rotting skunk, how long has it been since you last checked up on this geezer? You call yourself a hero?"

"WHAT? GRAN TORINO IS DEAD???!" All Might sounded suspiciously relieved. Izuku filed that little bit of information away for later.

"Yea, I walked in and he's laying on a pile of his own entrails. Ugh, it smells like sausage. Did this guy have a pig Quirk? That would explain the filthy building." Izuku said, watching a vein in the "corpse's" forehead  get bigger and bigger.

"ARE YOU SURE HE'S DEAD? HE HAS AN UNUSUAL SENSE OF HUMOR!" All Might said, and Izuku poked the body with his foot.

"Nope. He's totally gross. How long do you have to be dead to end up looking like a squashed raisen? And he freaking stinks ." Izuku said, using a spatula to poke the "dead body." It suddenly stood with a roar, and Gran Torino snatched the spatula from his hands.

"YOU NEW IT THE ENTIRE TIME, DIDN'T YOU, BRAT?!" The old man raged, before his face flipped to a dreamy smile. "Toshi? Is that you? Oh, you've gotten shorter!"

"Ass Might, did you send me to babysit a geezer with some kind of dementia? Or Alzheimer's?" Izuku said, noticing the way the vein on the "calm" man's face pulsed with anger.

"HE JUST HAS A UNIQUE SENSE OF HUMOUR! YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN SOON!" All Might said, before hanging up. What a jerk!

"Hey, Torino? Would you mind washing yourself off? I'll clean up the damn ketchup." Izuku said, keeping his voice polite. This old man had dirt on All Might, and he very much wanted it.

"Toshi, you kind boy! Where am I?" Torino said, and Izuku decided that it might be funnier to go along with his little game all week. Gran Torino was going to get sick of being old and decrepit eventually.

Gran Torino didn't know what to make of the boy. He had that look, the same look his villainous father had. Those cold eyes that peer into your soul and find it distasteful. However, when he'd started joking about memory loss, the look had faded. As though it had never been there, or at least not truly. Like he was hiding behind it.

Those green eyes were nothing like the steely grey that haunt his nightmares. They were warm, and glimmering with amusement. And when that boy smiled, it was as if the sun was shining in the room.

But the smile was a little forced, and Gran Torino had seen smiles like that before. The smiles he'd get from families after a villain attack, the ones that hide the pain of losing someone. Nezu had said the kid lost his mother, and Gran hoped for the sake of the kid it had nothing to do with All for One.

Gran slipped on his shirt, and walked back into his kitchen to see the white-haired boy scrubbing the floor with a sponge. He'd somehow managed to clean the entire kitchen, and was scrubbing a stain that had stubbornly remained in all the years the old hero had lived in the apartment.

Midoriya looked up, and smiled.

"Do you remember me?" The boy asked, and Gran Torino decided that this kid couldn't, simply couldn't, be evil.

"Of course I do! Little Toshinori, why are you on the floor?" Gran Torino asked, and the boy finished with the towel he was using to polish the now stain-free floor.

"Oh? I'm an expert at removing stains! My mom had this special recipe for home cleaning that always does the trick!" Midoriya said, with another brilliant smile.

How could this kid be the son of the worst villain in recorded history?

Izuku quickly gave him a few papers holding cleaning "recipes" for various stains and surfaces. And a very long list of things people do that they believe will help (for example, using ammonia on hardwood floors) that only make it worse. Izuku had left similar lists in the dorm kitchens, and at Aizawa's house. Mic was terrible at cleaning, and Aizawa's idea of clean was to use lots of Febreeze.

Izuku then pushed him into the living room and thoroughly sanitized the building he was to live in. It was a normal level of clean, but Izuku had it gleaming in half an hour. He then dragged Gran Torino to the kitchen table, and gave him a steaming cup of tea.

"So what are we going to be doing on this internship, Torino?" Izuku asked, taking a sip from his ungodly flask of no sleep juice. Gran Torino eyed the flask before holding out a hand. Izuku passed it over without a word, and the older man sniffed the contents. And gagged.

"What the hell is this?" Gran Torino asked, and Izuku grinned.

"My 100% Guaranteed No Sleep Juice! The recipe is a secret, but it contains more than twelve times the amount of caffeine in the average cappuccino! That one's Sour Apple Berry flavor! Want to try some?" Izuku said, voice cheerful as the older man's face turned a greenish hue from what others have described as "the scent of death" coming from the flask. The older hero handed it back, and watched with horror as Izuku took another long sip from the contents.

"Well, I'll be helping you with your moves, Toshi. My job is mostly to observe you and see if you're a villain. Where am I again?" Gran Torino said, looking around the kitchen. Izuku grinned, before making a dramatic pose he'd seen in an anime.

"Behold, I am the greatest villain in history! You've caught me, Gran Torino! My grand plan to sanitize your home is complete! Mwa ha ha ha!" Izuku said, voice brimming with laughter as the other man chuckled.

"I can't see you being a villain, but my fool of a student is scared shitless of you." Gran Torino said, and Izuku's grin turned malicious.

"The reason I accepted your internship is to cause this school year to be the worst of his life. Nezu says you know him best, and that you can make him cry in less than a minute!" Izuku said, before standing to bow deeply at the shocked hero. "Please! Teach me your ways!"

Gran Torino laughed, and Izuku soon joined him.

"Kid, we're going to get along just fine. Who are you?" Gran Torino said, and Izuku began a lengthy introduction of every name, nickname, or insult he'd ever been called.

"-and then there was Brat, Problem Child, Meddling Kid, Insufferable Fool, Son of a-" Izuku broke off as Gran Torino shot up from his chair.

"Outside. Bring that costume of yours." Gran Torino said, closing the door behind him as he left. Izuku changed quickly, wondering what they could be doing that required his hero costume. He dashed outside to see Gran Torino pushing a walker down the sidewalk.

"Toshi, we're going to buy some groceries. Keep me safe, I'm not as young as I used to be!" Gran Torino grinned, before he jumped into traffic.

Izuku was dealing with a delusional, suicidal, maniac for a week.

Izuku used every parkour skill he had as he leapt over and on cars to keep up with the old hero. He still had the walker, and Izuku often had to jump ahead and grab him to keep him from dying a messy death on the street.

It took five long minutes to get him off the busy street.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry, I can't give you three this week. I've been pretty sick lately, and it wasn't until Tuesday that I could even drink a cup of water without puking all over myself.

Don't worry, I'll get you chapter 30 soon!

Two children fight a man with several diseases

Chapter Summary

About time I updated, right?

Izuku and Gran Torino sat on the train to Hosu, as the pair were going to join local heroes on a patrol. After a few spars, it became pretty clear Gran Torino couldn't teach him much more Quirkless fighting than Izuku already knew.

So, he and the older hero sat in full costume on a train full of people who can't mind their own business.

"Excuse me? Are you Avenger?" Izuku looked down to see a little girl with golden eyes and purple hair looking up at him with a shy smile.

"Yup, that's me! What's your name?" Izuku asked, giving her a smile. She beamed back, and a person who looked like her mother moved as though to bring her back. He gave the woman a small wave to let her know it was all right, before turning back to the beaming girl.

"I'm Kana! I'm your biggest fan! You're a Hero without a Quirk, and you said Quirks aren't bad! My Quirk is scary, but you said they're all good! You're awesome!" She gushed, and Izuku let out a little chuckle.

"Whatever your Quirk is, I'm sure it's good. Quirks are just tools, and what really matters is how you use them." Izuku said, and the girl bobbed her head enthusiastically.

"Mhm! My Quirk lets me grow big claws!" She said, and raised her hand. Izuku gently placed his gloved hand on hers, before wagging his finger.

"I don't need to see it to know it's not scary if someone as nice as you has it! Remember, no Quirk use without a licence, okay? How about-" Izuku's danger sense made every hair on his body stand on end, and he flung himself to cover the girl. Gran Torino shouted in confusion, before a freaking Nomu crashed through the roof of the train.

Izuku handed the girl, thankfully unscathed, back to her mother as Gran Torino kicked it out through the opening. Someone screamed, and the emergency brake was pulled. Izuku then took a deep breath in the uncertainty after the train slid to a stop.

"ALRIGHT! We've got a villain attack! Not a big deal, it happens all the time! Keep your heads, everyone! Look after the children and elderly! Don't let anyone go by themselves, and try to stay on this train! I need to go help people outside, I trust you all to protect each other! Think you can handle that?!" Izuku said, and the group nodded determinedly. A few people started pulling out the first aid kits and checking over those nearby.

Nodding to himself, Izuku slipped his mask over his nose, and jumped out of the train. He used his grapple to get onto a nearby building, and saw that the city was in chaos.

He dashed over rooftops, before seeing a scene straight from a low-budget monster movie.

Heroes lay in broken heaps all over the street, with more facing a massive blue Nomu. The looks on those who still fought were desperate, they knew they were outmatched. Izuku swooped down, and lodged one of his yellow neurotoxin-laced knives into the brain of the mindless creature. It shrieked, and Izuku threw a grenade down it's throat before leaping clear.

He landed in a roll, just as gore rained from the foul corpse. It struggled to reform, flesh tendrils wiggling in the air as the neurotoxin took its effect. It suddenly stilled, and Izuku turned his attention to the wounded heroes.

He worked as fast as he could while avoiding malpractice lawsuits, and soon he left the mound of bandaged heroes in the care of the flustered paramedics. Izuku then recognized a familiar costume, and gripped his shirt to lift the man level with his face. Manual, Izuku remembered, as he gave the confused man a few taps on the cheek to help his eyes focus.

“Manual! Where’s Ingenium II?” Izuku asked, as the man’s eyes finally met his.

“He-he- I don’t know- You have to find him!” Manual stuttered out, and Izuku gave him a quick nod before handing him off to a very stressed medic. Izuku then took to the rooftops, desperate for a glimpse of that ridiculous armor.

Iida, you absolute fucking idiot!

Iida was lost.

He had heard a cry for help from an alley, and had dashed in to help what was assuredly a civilian in distress, only to find an empty maze of backstreets. So, he followed the sounds of battle and hoped that assisting evacuation would help with this disaster.

He had chosen Hosu so he could be closer to the hospital that housed his brother, and to work with the district police to help capture Stain in any way he could. Iida desperately wanted to hunt down the villain, but he knew Midoriya was right. He didn’t stand a chance against a monster that killed fully-fledged pro heroes.

So, when Iida burst into an alley that had the Hero Killer and an injured hero, he really wasn’t expecting it.

“What the fuck?” Iida said aloud, and the Hero Killer gave him an eerie grin.

“I see, that costume… You’re another Iida brat? Here for revenge, are we?” Stain drawled, before his blades flashed just in front of Iida’s face. Iida dodged, pushing himself to the limit as he tried to avoid the literal serial killer and move him away from the bleeding hero.

Izuku looked down at the clashing forms of Iida and Stain, before pulling out his phone.

Stabwounds McJones

@everyone

[Location Sharing is active ]

…………….

Stabwounds McJones

@everyone

[Location Sharing is active ]

With a sigh, he dropped into the alley next to the wounded hero, who Izuku remembered to be Native. He pulled out his first aid kit, and started bandaging the wounds of the hero as he got all the information he could about the serial killer he was about to fight.

“What? He licked your blood? That’s nasty!” Izuku exclaimed,and Native nodded.

“It must be a trigger for his Quirk, I got paralyzed after that! You kids need to get out of here! Run, get help from some pros!” Native pleaded, but Izuku just finished bandaging him with another sigh. He then turned to the fight, a knife clenched in one gloved hand.

The other held a bottle of hand sanitizer spray.

“IIDA! DON’T LET HIM CUT YOU! HE HAS AIDS AND HE’LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD!” Izuku screeched, leaping into the battle. Stain and Iida whipped to face him, and Izuku sprayed his Tropical Fruit scented hand sanitizer right in his face.

“I- DO NOT- HAVE ANY DISEASES!” Stain roared, and Izuku pushed Iida back as the man wiped his face with his scarf. He handed Iida a roll of bandages and antibiotic ointment with a glare that made the taller boy freeze, before running back at the furious man with both knives out.

“You drink blood! You’d better have all your damn shots, you nasty son of a bitch!” Izuku called, and the two clashed in a whirl of blades.

“You cannot beat me! I am the Hero Killer, Stain! I will only be defeated by All Might, the True Hero!” Stain screeched, and Izuku broke from the fight to give him a look of blatant disdain that made the older man flinch.

"Excuse me?" Izuku asked, voice low. Stain snarled, but remained in place. Something about the white haired boy made his every instinct scream danger danger run danger run .

"All Might is the greatest hero of all time, and all others are fakes corrupted by their own foul greed! I am going to cleanse this world of fake heroes!" Stain cried, his smile near feral as the deranged man shouted his reason for murdering dozens of people who had dedicated their lives to the public.

"I agree with your ideology, but not your method. Not only that, but I have a few more problems with your little speech. Firstly, All Might is a pathetic asshole who only keeps up his perfect hero act in front of the cameras.

Secondly, you're a coward. You never tried to face any of the top fifty, and instead chose to paralyze Ingenium, who uses nearly all his excess funds for charity! Just last month he helped in a beach cleaning in a different district!

Lastly, you're a pathetic, nasty fanboy and everything about you pisses me off!" Izuku dove at him as the last sentence cleared his throat, and they were again in that deadly dance of gleaming blades. Silver blades clanged harshly against crimson-stained steel, and the space between them stretched and shortened as they both tried in earnest to end the life of the other.

Izuku was outmatched in strength and experience, but he had speed and skill to keep up. He'd never fought against someone so closely matched to him in skill, and his body knew he could die at any moment. Adrenaline filled his veins like liquid fire, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

Izuku and Stain, back and forth, blades sinking into flesh as the two went near feral. Izuku then managed to make him drop one of his swords, and something changed in the killer.

Izuku clenched his knives, and braced himself for an attack. Instead, the man shot passed him towards Iida and Native, blade making a gleaming arc as it approached the blue-haired boy.

Before it stopped.

A gleaming pillar of ice held the sword, and a familiar two-tone mop of hair gleamed as flames ran up his left side.

Shouto flashed him a quick grin, just as a dagger slammed into his shoulder.

Izuku begins his war on the Government

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku felt time was slowing as his body struggled to keep up, prolonging his utter terror and helplessness longer than normally possible.

Crimson rolled down Shouto's costume, and sparkled in the air, as the dagger Stain had thrown remained wedged in his shoulder.

Shouto kneeled, his face blank with shock, as the pain hadn't had time to set in.

Izuku could then move, and he was lunging at Stain before his conscious mind could comprehend what had just happened. All he knew was that his friend was hurt, and this man was the one who did it.

He doesn't really remember what happened next, but he does remember Iida pulling him off.

Stain was a mess, and the pain in Izuku's knuckles gave him nothing but a twisted sense of satisfaction as he wiped his hands with a handkerchief. Izuku wiped Stain's blood from his hands, before tossing the handkerchief onto the face of the foul man as he wheezed in pain. Then, he remembered Shouto. Izuku frantically looked around, only to see Shouto and Native by the mouth of the alley. Native was using his Quirk, a silvery-blue glow lighting up Shouto's face as the wounded hero froze him in time.

Izuku was there in an instant, carefully bandaging the wound around the blade. He knew it couldn't be removed, that had to be done by professionals or Shouto would bleed to death before paramedics arrived.

Izuku had almost finished bandaging Shouto when Native fainted. Izuku propped him up, and finished bandaging Shouto as fast as he could. A quick glance showed Iida looming over a handcuffed Stain, and Izuku gave him a nod before resuming his work.

Izuku searched Stain for weapons, only to find the man was basically a walking arsenal. He pulled knives from all over him, and there were even a few hidden in his scarf. Just as Izuku was pulling the boots off the unconscious man, the cavalry arrived.

A veritable crowd of heroes, hero students, the police, and even a few ambulances screamed into existence at the mouth of the alley.

The paramedics strapped Native and Shouto to stretchers in moments, as the Hero Killer was loaded into a police car. Izuku turned to his friends, the sight of Reaper dragging a harassed-looking medic by the scruff of his shirt making him laugh. Reaper stood the man upright in front of Izuku, giving his unruly white hair a ruffle.

"You did good, kid."

"I don't need compliments from you, you crazy edgelord! Apologize to the doctor!"

“Shut up and let him examine you!”

“I’m fi-” Izuku broke off, the flashing lights of the sirens brightening until he had to shut his eyes. He distantly heard Reaper and the medic shouting, but Izuku was much more interested in taking a quick nap. They’d deal with the consequences of this mess later.

When “later” finally came, he was in a hospital room.

Izuku had woken shortly after they moved him to the room, and Iida and the white haired boy had waited in tense silence for news on Shouto. It had taken them about an hour, but eventually a nurse wheeled him into the room. She helped him into a bed, and Shouto gave them a small smile and a thumbs-up.

They all looked towards the door as footsteps approached their door, just as it was opened by a familiar disgruntled Detective. Naomasa’s brown eyes landed on green and Izuku winced at the sheer relief in them. Aizawa came in after him, as well as a man in a dark suit. The man sat himself in a chair in front of their beds, and Aizawa’s look of distaste at the man was enough to put Izuku on edge.

“So, you’re the famous Avenger?” The man said, flashing him the fakest smile Izuku has ever seen.

“You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” Izuku said, as the man wrote on his clipboard.

“My name is none of your concern, Midoriya. I am here as a representative of the Hero Public Safety Commission to inform you of your position and to fix this Hero Killer mess.” The man said, with another sickly sweet smile. Naomasa cleared his throat, and attention turned to him.

“As you two are underage and none of you have a license, there are chances of charges of vigilantism and assault.” the Detective said. Iida visibly paled, but Izuku smirked.

“As the video camera I placed on the rooftop overlooking the fight will show you, I acted in self defense of a minor. As I cannot be charged with vigilantism, I take all the credit for Stain’s takedown. I’m an adult, legally, and you can’t keep me from going public with this. In fact, I already have.” Izuku said, and Naomasa gave him the barest hint of a smile as Aizawa gave a nearly indiscernible nod. The HPSC agent tutted, flipping the page on his clipboard.

“Be that as it may, the executives have decided that you have been causing too many problems. The system is supposed to keep your kind out, for obvious reasons. You are an anomaly, and I’ve been tasked with rectifying the system’s failure. Not to mention your heritage and disregard for HPSC laws, you simply have no place in Hero society.” The man said, and Izuku flashed him an unnerving grin. Shouto’s glare was as icy as his right side, and Iida looked like he’d been smacked. Aizawa was blinking, clearly trying to keep his Quirk under control. Naomasa’s jaw was tense, and the HPSC agent ignored it all. Izuku chuckled, before it grew into laughter.

“About time! I was beginning to think the HPSC was going to keep it’s thumbs up it’s ass all year!” Izuku said, wiping tears from his eyes. The occupants of the room (except for the man, who wore an expression of bored disinterest) wondered as to how a laugh could sound so… cold.

“Whatever do you mean?” the man asked, and Izuku pulled his black notebook from his pocket. The Detective, hero, and hero students all froze. If half the rumours about that notebook were to be believed, it’s presence in this conversation could change the power balance in the room. Izuku flipped a few pages, and tore out a few choice pages. He folded them in half and handed them to the man.

As he read them, his mask of professionalism cracked.

“Unfounded, ridiculous, slanderous claims!” He spat, tearing the pages. Izuku grinned, pulling an envelope from the inside of the notebook. The man took it with a sneer, before paling at the contents. He tucked the envelope into a pocket of his jacket before levelling a glare at Izuku.

“We’ll look over this incident, this once, but rest assured this isn’t over. ” The man said, storming from the room. Shouto opened his mouth as if to ask what he had shown him, but Iida and Aizawa’s glares made him pause.

Izuku, however, was distracted from the buzzing of his phone.

He quickly scanned the messages, before jumping from his bed to the mounted TV in the room. He turned it on, and put it on the first news station he saw.

“-just hours after Stain’s capture at the hands of Avenger, former number two hero Endeavour has broken out of his cell in the top-security prison Tartarus. The public has been warned not to approach him as he is highly dangerous, and to call the local police or the following number for the hotline…”

Shouto’s fists were gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, and Aizawa had lost all control as his Quirk made his eyes gleam with scarlet fury.

Izuku has another chance to beat the shit out of the flaming asshole, and no way in hell would he let the bastard hurt his friend again.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the drop in update amounts, life slapped me in the face. I hope to get back on track soon, however!

A history lesson with Midori-sensei

Chapter Notes

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Izuku ran a hand through his unruly white hair, catching a glance of himself in the mirror. A set of black dress clothes (the suit Nezu had given him for the occasion, without the jacket and tie), his signature red sneakers, and the fingerless gloves from his hero costume.

It was also full of weapons, bulletproof, and fire resistant, but Izuku doubted he'd need to use those features during a press conference.

It had been a little over a week since the Stain Incident, and Endeavour’s escape from prison. Izuku and his fuzzy-furred mentor had been carefully monitoring the media, and Izuku was plotting the demise of the Hero Public Safety Commission as well. He didn’t have quite the amount of public support he wanted to bring it down, but it was close enough.

Hopefully.

Izuku gave the flashing mass of cameras and reporters a cool smile as he made his way to the long table atop the stage, the laptop he’d gotten from Giran held in one hand. As he sat in his seat, All Might turned to face him and violently flinched. The number one asshole masked it with a booming laugh, and claimed Izuku had startled him. Naomasa and Present Mic also sat at the table, representing the Mustafu Police Department and UA. The glare the Detective gave his old friend brightened Izuku’s mood, and he gave him a little wave before he opened his laptop. Smiling at the audience, ignoring the tenseness of All Might’s forced smile beside him, the muttering stopped to hear him speak.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we? I’ve got a big evening planned for us, and the scoop of the century for you vult- I mean reporters!” Izuku said, and the crowd laughed good-naturedly at his intentional slip up. “Now, I’m sure you all have questions for all of us here, so let us have it!”

“How did you get into UA without a Quirk?”

“Is it true you’re the one who released Endeavour’s medical history?”

“Did you really face a Nomu and the leader off the League of Villains at the same time during the USJ Attack?”

“What is your relationship with the Voice Hero?”

Izuku held up a hand, and the audience gave another chuckle at the slightly exasperated look on his face.

“Okay, that’s not going to work. As for your questions, I’ll answer in order. I got into UA by getting record-breaking results on both the physical and written exams. As for Endeavour’s medical history, do you mean his fake garlic allergy? He isn’t actually allergic to garlic, and I don’t think joking about a strong hero having garlic bread as a mortal weakness, is it?” Izuku said with a chuckle, which the crowd picked up. “Yes, I did hold off the Nomu while fighting Bad Touch Man- I mean, Shigaraki.” Another bout of laughter, and All MIght looked like he’d been forced to swallow a bottle of soy sauce.

“As for my relationship with my adoptive father? Was that public? After my mother died last year, I lived on my own. I even lived in the sewers for a while. UA made a dorm system so myself and the other students have a safe, stable place for us to rest as we study. I haven’t gotten the opportunity to spend a lot of time with my new dads, but they’ve been there for me. Most people would claim I have no worth, and many have, because I was born different than you. Even my old teachers would encourage the other students to ’put me in my place.’” Izuku said, looking down. He really hated playing the victim, but his story was just one of many. He had the power to bring it into light, and he was going to, for the sake of those who are stuck in the same hell he was once trapped in.

Izuku was going to bring down the anti-Quirkless mindset and the HPSC in one night.

Well, that was going to cause chaos, disorder, and maybe a little rioting. But that’s why Nezu was in the background, running thousands of online accounts which would turn public opinion in his favor. He had All Might by his side, as much as he hated the thought, and he was still a major public figure. Not only that, but Izuku had pulled a few favors to have every available hero on patrol tonight. The streets were flooded with heroes, all of whom had strict orders to keep the public safe.

“Well, that’s enough of my tragic backstory! I’m sure you’re all wondering what I had in store for you all! Please turn your attention to the screen on my left. No, my other left.” Izuku said, pointing at the screen in question. He sent the video he'd taken a week ago to the screen in question, and heard the Detective let out a low chuckle.

" -bringing down the government already what kind of monster have we created- " Izuku heard the man mutter to himself, and Izuku snorted. He wasn't bringing down the entire government yet.

The video played his conversation with the HPSC agent, and Izuku then held up a black folder with the word "Illegal Activities" written on it in shining silver marker. The reporters, predictably, lost their shit.

"Is the Mustafu Police Department aware of the alleged crimes of the Hero Public Safety Commission?"

"Does this mean you support the ideology of the villain Stain, who also called hero society corrupt?"

"Where and how did you get information on the Hero Public Safety Commission's alleged wrongdoings?"

"Do you believe that the escape of the former number two hero has anything to do with the Hero Public Safety Commission?"

"When will you be releasing the list and proofs of their alleged crimes?"

Izuku looked over the sea of near-rabid reporters, before holding up a hand for silence. When the yelling abated, he handed the Detective the folder with a small smirk. He'd leave that particular headache in the capable hands of the Mustafu Police Department.

"I got the information by doing a little underground detective work, just me. The MCPD has been nothing but helpful to me, and I'd even call this straight-laced Detective here one of my best friends!" Izuku said, and he elbowed the man in question when he rolled his eyes.

"I absolutely do not support Stain or his methods, and I especially don't agree with his crazed fanboy way of thinking. I do believe the system needs to be changed, as they say, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of the cure. If we reform the system that pushes down those who seem imperfect, those who most need a hero to save them, the pandemic that is crime will never end." Izuku looked over the crowd, the cold sweat on his face prickling. He was incredibly nervous, but at least his lessons with Nezu were helping his stuttering.

"I believe that heroes are those who push past their own desires to help those in need. A world where a person is measured by their genetics is a world that births hate and prejudice. Hundreds of years ago, a group called Nazis believed that only a few select groups had the right to live. Millions of people, mothers, children, priests and the elderly, were killed in horrific ways. All do to prejudice.

What did the rest of the world do when they heard of the cruel treatment towards their fellow humans? They rose against the Nazis, and worked in harmony despite their differences. They won the war, and brought those who survived the tyranny and brutality of their captors back to their homes.

When those battle-worn, injured soldiers returned home to their families, do you know what they were called? Heroes." Izuku looked over the crowd, and tried to stand up a little straighter. He was pushing past his fear, and he was doing it now.

"They called them heroes. The word hero has always meant inspiration, safety, and justice. There may be some corruption and evil, such as Endeavour, but so many of the heroes who protect our country and way of life have dedicated their lives to our safety. And for that, I thank you." Izuku said, bowing at the cameras.

"But that doesn't mean everything is up to the heroes. It's our job as a society to try to fix the wrongs of the past and make a better future. All I ask is that you act with kindness, and never-" Izuku broke off, feeling a creeping chill that rose the hairs on the back of his neck.

Then, the wall exploded in a blur of red and heat.

It hurts

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

it hurts it hurts it hurts

Kill the white haired boy

Kill

it hurts it hurtsIT HURTS IT HURTS KILL IT HURTS

KILL IT HURTS KILL HIM IT HURTS KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL

KILL HIM

Chapter End Notes

I re-wrote this chapter so many times

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Table of Contents

Preface

Clay and memories

Bitter Beginnings

In which Izuku receives a knife

best_buddies_4ever

A hoodie is lost

Nezu acquires a child

In which Aizawa gets a shoe

Izuku, and world domination

Friendship and grenades

In which Izuku performs magic

Izuku x taser

Izuku's laugh tramautizes his classmates

Groupchats and second chances

Izuku has received several *frens*

Ass Might gets traumatised

Yeet

Todoroki makes a *fren*

Izuku takes out the trash

In which Aizawa's murder is planned

Izuku delivers some nachos

Izuku brutalizes the Japanese society while eating nachos

Zuzu and Kacchan

Return of the Black Book

Aizawa has a crisis

Izuku lies to himself a lot

Yeet (The Sequel)

A manhunt, a heart to heart, and a deal with the devil

Izuku poisons his classmates

Another one bites the dust

Two children fight a man with several diseases

Izuku begins his war on the Government

A history lesson with Midori-sensei

Afterword