Chapter 5 - Quirk Assessment with Jerks
I have been stuck in this house all vacation for like two months! I have been staying out of trouble with mom. Even though I'm not on house arrest anymore, I'm busy with things I can only do at home. I been working on my gear and all that jazz for my hero costume. I can't have it be trash after all! Mom is a good woman to bounce ideas off of if I need simple statements rather then my discombobulated mind statements. Overall, I think it turned out well! I worked on new gear with the trash I found in my room, as you never have enough equipment. Mom is still hesitant about letting me go, but she gave me a hug and good luck.
That's all I can ask for.
Anyway.
FREEDOM BITCHES! I AM AT FUCKING UA NOW! I will be honest. Once I was some distance from the house, I screamed. I ran to that school. I even arrived first. Okay, so I'm in a classroom right now by myself. I adjust my stupid tie, and I'm about to remove the sucker. I need to distract myself. I pull out my mini laptop and start looking up a new language to study. I initially did programs, but I have so many on the back of my hand that I can figure out any new language when needed with what I have. Now, I do speaking language. I have learned multiple sign languages because those are easy shits, English, French to flirt with the ladies, and German to sound angry. I probably will never use none but the sign and English, but oh well. This is what happens when you have too much free time. I decided to try learning some Korean because why not.
I'm way too focused because the next thing I know, I sense someone walking beside me, and I look up. Oh damn it, it's that blue-hair dude from the entrance exam. God, take me now? No? Fuck you. Anyway, I researched him because I thought he was familiar, and I was right! He is from the Iida family and the little brother of Ingenium. I like Ingenium, but how the hell do you produce this when you have a very out-going brother?
"Hello! I am Iida Tenya and your new classmate! I must say at the entrance exam you knew what you were doing to get the most points of all time and for saving that girl at the end, even if it did not count. However, I will say your language is vulgar and should be approved should you be a hero." Blue-hair boy exclaims. Flip-flopping, why? You know, I can respect a straight-forward comment like that. If that were the case with everyone, we would have peace and harmony! But nope, people are too weak to accept the truth!
"Eh mate, you failed ethics class to!?" I say excitedly. That is another reason I failed the class. I was too blunt.
"No, I never took that class. However, I do come from (some academy I do not listen for.)."
"Hold up. Are you telling me it's only my dumbass school that has the classes?" They were ineffective anyway, so why do we have them?! Everyone but me passed, including Bakugo somehow. They were assholes too, but I can fight them at least.
"Without the cursing, yes. I must ask what these classes consist of. Oh, and a name as you seem to have forgotten." Might as well amuse him. I notice he did this weird chopping motion with his hands. I wonder if I put a log under his hand if he would chop it or not.
Free firewood?
"Izuku. Anyway, it's supposed to teach you how to act. For example, what are you suppose to do when a kid falls?"
"You go and help them, of course! You make sure they are okay, and if not, you go and get sufficient help!" Uh, no.
"I put that they should suck it up and deal with it. If they can not get back up, they aren't meant to be part of the world. Social Darwinism, mate." For those who have no idea what Social Darwinism is, it is a social ideal by Herbert Spencer that you don't help people. You let them figure it out on their own. For example, you don't donate to homeless people. If they die, oh well!
"That is incredibly harsh. I must ask, though, is Izuku your given name or your family name?" That is a common question.
"Given. I give two fucks about social ways."
"STOP CURSING!"
"NEVER!" Jeez, I'm going to get myself in trouble. I forget how much of a loudmouth I can be. Before an argument ensues, some unlucky student walk in. Iida runs over to greet them, the student providing me with a strange look. Your problem, not mine! I get back to work for a few minutes. About five minutes before a class, I pull my laptop back before an angry boy walks over and starts exploding the desk. Thank God Nezu thought ahead and got an indestructible desk!
"DEKU, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE!?" Bakugo screams. Did he not know I was going to be here? Oh, this is going to be fun!
"Language!" Iida says, but let us be fair for a moment; it's just aggravating.
"Easy, I just hacked into one of the bots and triggered an emergency shutdown to all the bots. It's better that way because then there isn't collateral damage and fewer lives on the line." I explain. All the class looks at me.
A dude with duck tape arms says, " Hold up; you were the one who did that? I thought it was a glitch in the system."
"Hell no! That coding was written perfectly, and the robots were perfectly built. I just hacked it. Interesting fact for ya'll; it's the same coding the government uses."
"How would you know what government coding is?" A girl with a...rather nice body, perfect face, with a long black ponytail asks professionally.
"That's my girl! Always question the man! Back on topic, I know because I have hacked them before."
"WHAT!" The whole class yells like I killed an animal in front of them.
"HOLY SHIT, CALM DOWN. I DON'T WANT MY EARDRUMS BLOWN OUT THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING. AT LEAST WAIT TILL AFTERNOON! Anyway, yeah. I never got caught. Got to be suspicious about the government, but I won't say anything about what is there." The whole class goes quiet, probably scared of me. HECK YEAH, BE SCARED OF ME! I'M THE SCARIEST BOY ALIVE!
"Hey, Izuku!" Uraraka walks in at that moment, walking over with a smile on her face. There goes my street cred.
"Hey girl, how are you? Ready for pain and suffering?"
"That is overdramatic, isn't it?"
"Oh, if only you understood sweetheart, you innocent cinnamon roll. Now, everyone, you might want to sit down before the teacher gets in here. I rather not test limits with whoever it is." Everyone nods, doing as they are asked. Dang, I can be a boss for once. Well, except Bakugo.
"DON'T THINK YOU ARE THE BEST! YOU WILL BE DEAD MEAT WHERE YOU STAND!" Explosions go off near my head, providing explosion marks on my uniform, but I don't flinch. The only thing that runs through my mind is 'damn, that's going to be a bitch to clean.'
"Darling, I already tried. God said, stay down there, and Satan will not look me in the eyes, Kacchan!" I say with a smooth voice mixed in darkness. He doesn't even bother to respond as he sits down in front of me and faces forward.
"Izuku, I don't think that is the best thing to say, and Kacchan, you should respect your peers." Iida decides to step in. Wrong move.
"SHUT IT, FOUR EYES! MY NAME IS BAKUGO, NOT KACCHAN. DEKU HERE CALLS ME THAT FOR SOME DAMN REASON!"
"STOP CURSING!"
"Will you two shut up?" The whole class goes silent when they notice a yellow bug on the floor. No, that is not a bug. That is Shouta in a bright yellow sleeping bag. OH SHIT, SHOUTA IS MY BLOODY TEACHER? I DON'T KNOW WHO TO FEEL SORRY FOR. EVERYONE, I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE TO EITHER BOREDOM OR STUPIDITY! Shouta crawls out of his sleeping bag as he continues, "Anyway, I am your teacher. You call me sensei or Aizawa-sensei. Now, get changed and meet me in the field. Take more than ten minutes, and I will expel you." Shouta looks over the students before looking at me, having a particular look in his eyes before leaving. I got the message Shouta. The man will not believe me, but we have a connection too. He just ignores it, the asshat.
Everyone scrambles to the locker room while I follow. When I enter, they are all talking. I remove my uniform, revealing the gym outfit underneath because I don't trust these guys, and leave. I run to the field, somehow make it there within a minute, and walk up to Shouta. He looks me over quickly as I approach him.
"Chill out! Just because I haven't responded to you or done something stupid doesn't mean I got the shit beat out of me!" I say with a broad smile on my face.
"Yep, you are riled up. However, you can't blame me when it has been two months." Shouta responds bluntly. I mean, I can.
"I am not riled up! Does that mean you miss me?" No response. "HOLY SHIT, SOMEONE MISSES ME! I MISS YOU TOO, SHOUTA!" I get punched in the stomach, and I fall to my knees, preventing myself from throwing up.
"You need to calm down. And sensei or Aizawa-sensei. I know that is too hard for you, so you can do just Aizawa, Izuku."
"Fuck society, why can you use my given name then?"
"I'm the teacher, and any moment of control I have over you I will take. You don't realize how over-the-top you are at the moment. Go stand over there and be an example."
"You are asking me, the kid who failed ethics class three times, to be an example. Are you drinking, Aizawa?" I do move like he asked before I end up with bruising.
"No, are you?"
"Couldn't get my hand on any if I could. Would have made my life easier and less hyper."
"We are talking after school about that." COME ON! THAT JOKE WASN'T THAT BAD!
"Damn it." I'm about to retort, but I notice the students coming, so I shut up. Shouta gives me a nod. Once everyone arrives, Shouta speaks up.
"Get quicker at changing. You don't have a minute to waste. Now, we are going to do a quirk assessment test." Something I utterly don't have! Great!
Uraraka asks, "What about the ceremony?" I can see the glint in Shouta's eyes. You messed up, Uraraka.
"Heroes do not have time to go to social gatherings. If you want to go, feel free to drop the class while you are at it and leave this school. UA is known for letting its teachers have a free form of teaching, meaning we can do whatever we want. Is that understood?" We all nod, and he continues while throwing a ball at Bakugo, " Bakugo, how far could you throw a ball in middle school?"
"72 meters." Bakugo sneers, and I have to force my middle fingers down physically.
"Try using your quirk now. Just don't leave the circle." Shouta says, stepping back. Bakugo preps.
"DIE!" Bakugo screams as he explodes the ball. Over-dramatic much? Shouta shows a little monitor.
"705 meters. Not being allowed to use quirks in public is illogical as it is apart of what we are stuck with. Now, get to it, I don't have all day. Oh, last person gets expelled."
Alright, so I have nothing to work with. Well, rephrase, I have my strength, the mini laptop, a screwdriver, and my backpack. I should have asked if I can use my tools, but I'm going to use them anyway! The class is panicking, which is unfortunate for them. Childish.
The first test is the 50-meter dash. I drop my book bag for a moment before I run. Thank god I have anger issues that I always need to deal with because I run when I'm angry. My time is 5.43 seconds. I am in the middle of everyone, so not too shabby.
Next is the grip test. It is digital, so I know what to do here. I sit down and pull out my laptop, hacking the thing to put 200 kg. The class looks at me strangely, but Shouta puts it as my score. He tells me I still have to do it so he can get a physical count, and I got 70.2 kg.
The standing long jump is next. Once again, I hack it to infinity officially, but I had to do it without it and got just barely over the sandpit with a roll.
The repeated side-step is useless, and I did barely above average because I'm used to skidding side to side from Shouta and Bakugo.
The ball throw is next, and this is when drama comes in. I'm able to hack the thing once again, putting repeated nines. I could have put infinity, but Uraraka already got that. She deserves a special little moment. I look over, and I catch Bakugo running over to me, explosions going off in his hand. I stand up, grab my laptop, and get ready to run when he gets restrained by a ribbon. I look over to see Shouta restraining Bakugo, his eyes glowing. Shit, he is using his quick.
Shouta grumpily tells Bakugo, " Calm down; I have dry-eye here."
"NO! WHY ARE YOU LETTING DEKU HERE CHEAT LIKE THIS? CHARITY PROJECT? HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE AT ALL." Harsh. THEN A STUDENT DECIDES TO SPEAK UP!
"Bakugo is right, why is he allowed to cheat like that? It's unfair. He should use his quirk." A little purple boy states. I'm shaking of anger. I'm about to explode. I look over at Shouta, asking mentally if I can speak. Shouta slowly nods, letting his quirk go. I look back at Bakugo.
"Because you are pathetic enough to believe that life is always going to be fair." The class goes silent. Good. I continue, " There is no such thing as cheating in the real world. Villains do not care about YOUR morals. They care about getting the JOB done. If you cry like a fucking child because things do not go your way, I would say go back to preschool, but they are unfair there too. YOU CAN NOT AVOID REALITY! IF YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT SOMEONE CHEATING, YOU MIGHT AS WELL STEP YOUR ASS DOWN BECAUSE IF YOU ARE REAL HERO, YOU WORK AROUND IT. IF YOU BELIEVE IN CHEATING AND TRY TO RESTRAIN YOURSELF OF IT, STEP DOWN. YOU WORK WITH WHAT YOU FUCKING GOT OR LET THAT PERSON YOU ARE TRYING TO SAVE DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR MORALS!" I scream from the top of my lungs. I take a deep breath before continuing.
"Life will not ever be fair. You guys have been groomed to believe the world is perfect, and you have to do is fight villains, but it is not." I throw the ball, getting a score of 86 meters before walking past, remembering, " Oh, one more thing. I am quirkless. Do not ever think you are guaranteed a win because you have a fucking quirk. I managed top spot through skill, crawling through hell and back to be refined at what I can do. What you have is talent, something that is given to you, yet you need to 'practice' it. You need to refine it to perfection like my skills." I growl. I'm done. I step back in line, and Bakugo is let go of. Everyone is silent. Good for them, they should be. Let them contemplate. I seriously couldn't care at this point if I have friends or not.
"Izuku is right. Now get back to work before you piss him off again." Shouta says bluntly with a little bit of bite. They don't even notice the fact that he used my given name.
The rest of the test is long-distance run, sit-ups, and toe touches. For the long-distance run, due to my anger, I kept running to the point I outran Iida, a man whose quirk is made for running! I wasn't jogging either. I was running full speed. I kept going to the point Shouta was worried I was going to pass out and grabbed me with his scarf to make me stop. Same with the sit-ups that I had to be forced to stop again. For toe touches, there isn't much of a way to express my anger there.
At the end of the test, Shouta puts the rankings on the board. I...am in third? What the fuck? Am I drunk? Did I smoke too much? I do a breathalyzer test on myself. Nope, I'm clean. Everyone looks at me, wondering what the hell I did. Simple, I used my brain, a much more powerful organ then your quirks, jerks. At the bottom is Mineta, the purple dude from earlier who whined about me cheating with Bakugo. Mineta is crying, and he flipping deserves it. I'm a place above Bakugo because FUCK HIM THE FREAKING DUD GRENADE! Shouta speaks up, making a smooth remark.
"That's what happens when you underestimate someone. Go change, head back to class, and get your syllabus. Don't cause trouble. Oh, and no one is getting expelled." Shouta walks off, and I quickly leave the group behind, only to find Uraraka following me. Uraraka gives me a huge smile.
"You did great, Izuku! Great speech and everything! You will be a great hero!" That takes a 180 turn.
"Seriously?" I have to ask to make sure she isn't fucking with me.
"Yes!" I smile back at Uraraka.
"Thanks! I've only had two other people say that. I will be cheering you on too. You aren't ignorant like most of the class." We head off our ways to change and head back to class.
Chapter 6 - Screw All Might
Today's school day has been exciting thus far. All the students are scared of me, and that's wonderful. Ahem, sarcasm. At least I have my side chick Uraraka on my side. Most of the classes are boring. I'm alright with Modern Literature with Cementoss because I had to read every time I got in trouble with mom because all my electronics are taken away. Math is easy with Ectoplasm. You kind of has to be good with math if you're obsessed with programming. Things got a little fun in Modern Hero Art History class with Midnight because she looked at me, and we had a connection, though we can't acknowledge it during the course. However, she does wink at me to let me know she feels it too. I'll have to get her during my free time. The actual fun class is English, something that I usually sucked at. That is where my man Present Mic Hizashi is at. Well, I thought I sucked at it. It turns out, I am fluent and beyond everyone in our class. That means instead of learning hello, I got to gossip with Hizashi in English, so no one knows what we are talking about. That is when I started complaining about what happened this morning. Now back to reality!
"You're telling me that one of the kids was about to attack you during training because they considered what you were doing cheating?" Hizashi asks, giving me a reluctant look. I moved up front, and I'm standing beside him at his desk. Keep in mind this is all in English, so the students have no idea what we are talking about.
"Uh-huh."
"And you screamed at them about how life is not fair and to basically shut up and deal with it?"
"Perfect summary, my man." Hizashi chuckles, shaking his head.
"You're seriously Shouta's son."
"Uh, Shouta and I fight always. We have opposite personalities. "
"Hold up, you two have fought?"
"Yes. Without drugs in my system, I can last ten minutes against him apparently." I can feel the other kids watching me, but I keep facing Hizashi.
"You realize I can't last five minutes against him?"
"Seriously? Well, that is expected. You have one super-powered move you would have to use at the beginning to knock out as many people as possible while Shouta is a glass tank. As long as he doesn't get hit, he is going to remain a badass."
"True. Though, you realize your classes are probably going to be switched around?"
"Why?"
"Principal Nezu requires us to give pop quizzes for a reason. If a student excels, they are moved to more appropriate classes."
"I didn't do that well on any of them, so no worries!"
"Izuku, you literally made a perfect score on mine."
"Shit, so no more gossip?"
"Yeah, sorry little listener. Are you going to be hanging out after school so we can come up with plans to take over UA?" Hizashi is me at heart.
"I wish, but I have to go straight home, or else I worry Mom."
"Is she protective of you? Because it sounds like it."
"For how I am, a little bit. That's just how she is. She may be overwhelming at times, but I know it's because she cares."
"At least you're aware of that."
"I may be shit at interactions, but I can notice that. I care for her like she cares for me."
"Hmm... OH yeah! The door is open to my house if you want to hang there. You just need to clean it like you did Shouta's place. Thank you for that, by the way. It's time to go, so go back to your seat."
"Wait! You're seriously telling me that for a free cleaning maid!" I walk back to pull out a bento box, handing it to him, " Give it to Shouta. I don't trust him. Say it's from you if you want to impress him. Though, I should take that for trying to get a free maid, you cockatoo."
"You're right. And thanks, little listener! I still will!" I nod, moving back. One particular boy with peppermint hair has his eyes out for me. I know, peppermint, I'm cute. There is no need to embarrass me. Either that or it's a look of anger. I can't tell. I'm a dumbass in social skills.
After class is lunch, and it's reminding me of my years of being antisocial because I presumably have no one to sit with. I'm about to walk outside when I hear my name.
"Hey, Izuku, come sit with us!" I turn to see Uraraka waving me over with Iida across from her. I walk over, and I can see Iida acting a certain way, and I know it too well.
"Are you sure? Iida looks uncomfortable, and I was going to eat outside anyway." I may be an asshole, but I know how to be nice kinda sorta.
"It's fine, right, Iida!?" Uraraka looks over at Iida. She seriously is too precious for this world.
"It's no problem, Izuku!" Iida says too quickly for my liking, but oh well. I sit down beside Uraraka and open the box to start eating.
Uraraka looks over at me with a smile, "Hey, what do you think the final class of the day is?" For most traditional schools, it's probably math because you need to end the day with suffering! However, that's done.
"I'm going to guess the actual hero class is last so that if the student is injured, they don't have to worry about them missing any class."
"That's a good observation!"
"That is called guesstimation, darling." I wink, leaving a flustered Uraraka.
"I thought you said you couldn't flirt in the real world!"
"Practice makes perfect precious cinnamon roll."
"Cinnamon roll?" Iida asks. I forgot he was there, and I don't regret it.
"Don't tell me you never heard that phrase before."
"I have not. Is it bad?!" I can tell he jumps to conclusions quickly and that it's not just because it's me.
"No. It means someone who is too innocent for this world."
"Oh..." Interesting conversation. There's not much else to tell. We chat as typical teens do. Iida seems reluctant around me, but he is more open by the end. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Why does being social have to be so complicated?!
"I AM COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" All Might shouts unnecessarily, coming through the door like a weirdo. Everyone else seems fantasized by the man, but my hopes and dreams were broken by this man! I have a dark look on my face to freak him out. " TODAY, YOU'RE GOING TO BE ONE STEP CLOSER TO BECOMING HEROES WITH YOUR HERO COSTUMES!" The disappointment presses a button, revealing the cases with numbers. "EVERYONE GET DRESSED AND HEAD TO FIELD C!" All Crap announces as he leaves, but not before noticing me and my look. He runs out after that.
Mission Success.
I head to my case before heading to the locker room. This time, I change as slowly as possible. Even after I change, I hang back to check out my costume to waste time. I will say my outfit is unusual. I'm willing to admit I did pay tribute to Eraserhead, thus the all-black suit with a bulletproof vest, and when I say a suit, I mean a suit. A two-piece suit you go to prom with if you want to go with death itself.
I specifically went with a suit because a two-piece is better than a bodysuit, in my opinion, to look god damn fine, and to look like a villain so I could trick some people.
On my feet are some black boots that go above my kneecaps with some metal for power and support without breaking them. The black gloves on my arms are a similar situation, just rubber instead of iron due to something you will see later. I have a tool belt around my waist with whatever the hell I decide to put in there, but most likely, it will be medical equipment. The suit even has a neck guard so my neck isn't revealed. That way, I won't die with my head chopped off. No worries, it looks natural enough, especially with a dark green bowtie. On my back is a pair of electric batons with adjustable settings made by me (almost got a fine for that) that I may or may not have stolen from Legend of Korra and swords. Before you ask, yes, I know how to fucking use swords, and I am fantastic at it if I say so myself! I watched Youtube videos on it! To hide the swords, I have a small thin backpack over it with my laptop and other hacky items. The grandest part of my costume is my helmet.
The helmet is where I went overboard in. The helmet itself is thin and light, so I'm not slowed down too much. I made to it increases my hearing by triple the normal human hearing. I will probably go back and make it even better. Over my eyes is a clear visor that offers heat detection to help find people and protection in general. I need to work on more features on it. Then, my grandbaby of the mask over my mouth. While it is meant for filtration for fires and other bullshit like that, that's not the primary use — time to test it now.
"Fuck," I say.
"Potato." OH MY GOD, IT WORKS. YEP, THE MASK WAS MADE FOR CENSORING MY CURSING WITH WEIRD ASS WORDS. I'M GOING TO HAVE TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!
I walk out, meeting up with a bunch of students, and they are interesting, to say the least. The most over-dramatic is Iida's because his costume consists of a suit of armor. However, there is, unfortunately, an under-dramatic, which I think her name is Momo? Anyway, she has everything out! She isn't naked, but she might as well be. Then, there is the invisible girl that I made jokes about during the exam that I didn't realize existed till now, and SHE IS NAKED! LIKE, IF SOMETHING TOUCHES HER BOOBS, SHE HAS NO PROTECTION, MAN! It's taking all my energy to keep myself quiet.
"You all look fantastic! Now, it is time for your task!" All Might pulls out a flashcard, reading it off, " Inside this building, there is a nuclear bomb that needs to be taken down. Everyone will be broken down into pairs with one team of three into heroes and villains! Villains need to protect the bomb or capture the heroes while the heroes need to capture the bomb or the villains! This will be decided randomly, so when I call your name, you will find your teammate! Any questions?" All Disappointment is bombarded with a ton of questions, but I can't help but think why is there a group of three? We are an even number class of twenty. All Shit says, "Calm down! I don't have super hearing to understand all of you at once! Yes, Iida?"
"Wouldn't it be better if we choose our partners, sir?!" Iida asks. I step in because I know the reason why he is doing it this way.
"Heroes don't always get paired up with their BFF. Sometimes, they have to pair up with any hero that's at the scene, making this an effective exercise." Not that All Bitch would understand because he can take down a platoon with his strength.
I can see All Damn-It get nervous when I respond. He says, " Midoriya is right. You will not always get the partner you wanted. Now, onto the teams." All Might starts separating everyone into teams until there is only me left. I see it now. THE PAST IS HAUNTING ME. I raise my hand, trying to be polite.
"Yes, Midoriya?" All Might asks
"I seem to have been forgotten."
"Yes, you will not be participating in this exercise." Excuse me, what?
"May I ask why not?"
"W-well..." Time to steamroll his fake ass over.
"It's because I am quirkless. Isn't it?" I declare with a snarl.
"Yes, it's too dangerous for you to participate in this exercise."
"And you are saying it is not for the other students here?"
"O-of course it is! But-" I cut him off.
"I do not care about your reasoning. You are not giving me a chance to prove myself, you ignorant man. You leaving me out is not helping with anything, so just let me in and banging prove myself." The students look at me strangely when the voice comes in to change my language.
"Midoriya, if you do not settle down, I will have to send you to Principal Nezu." This is getting tricky. I smirk.
"How about a challenge then, All Might, the smartest man in the world?" That sarcasm.
"A challenge?"
"Yes. If you let me in there and I win, you have to let me join any exercise the other students participate in. If not, I will drop this school and leave." I can hear the students' eyes widen. I am putting my life on the line, but I'm pretty confident in myself.
"Alright. Uraraka, join his team." All Might doesn't sound as confident, but he is still trying to smile. Uraraka joins me with a nervous smile. "Now, the first teams are A as the heroes and team D as the villains!" I look around for team D, and I find it is Bakugo and Iida. This should be easy. I grin as the class walks away, leaving me with Uraraka in her cute pink space costume. Team D heads inside the fake bomb in their hands.
"That is so cool for you to challenge All Might like that!" Uraraka exclaims.
"I shouldn't have to, but oh well! I do have an idea, though. I have heat vision in this visor, meaning I can see where they are. My best bet is Bakugo is going to leave Iida to protect the bomb and go after me. When I say go, I need you to go where I tell you at the beginning, and I will deal with Bakguo's booty. Oh, here!" I hand her a stool of see-through fish wire with some sticky putty-really sticky putty, " I need you to set up traps all over the place for Iida to trip. This will be at doorways at least a foot off the ground, got it?"
"Are you sure you're going to be okay with Bakugo?" I can tell she is worried, and it is so CUTE!
"Give me a minute at most. I will be with you after I pissy him off." Oh, so pissy needs to be added.
Wait, is that considered a bad word? No idea!
"START NOW!" All Might screams into the microphone. I turn on my heat vision.
"They're on the third floor, let's go." Uraraka nods, and we run up till the second floor. I pull out the capture tape we were given. I signal Uraraka to wait a moment. Then...
"DEKU!" Bakugo screams as he goes for his signature right hook with explosions. I hear Uraraka running off, and I grab his arm, wrapping the capture tape around his wrist while I flip him over and slam him into the ground. Without a second thought, I cover his other wrist as well and push him against the wall. This leaves a raging Bakugo, but I could give two shits about him right now.
"Bakugo is officially captured!" All Might announces. I run to find Uraraka right outside the doorway of where Iida is at. I make sure to take extra care to lift my feet to avoid traps.
Uraraka whispers, " You got an idea?"
"We could probably screw around with him, but yes, I do, come on. Do you mind if we pretend we are dating for a moment for a shock factor? I might get touchy, so I am warning you now. Without him seeing, I need you to touch me and fly me over him to grab that bomb. The signal is when I blink twice."
"S-sure!" I can see Uraraka blushing. I take her hand carefully as I lead her into the room.
"What are you doing here, heroes?!" Iida overdramatizes, chopping his arms.
"Don't be like that, Iida! I am just here to announce that Uraraka and I have started dating, huh darling?" I say with care as I lead us closer to have an appropriate conversation.
"Uh-huh, ain't he adorable!?" Uraraka says as she pinches my cheek with all five fingers.
"Stop, you are embarrassing me!" I whine.
"But you love me!"
"Are you two sure this is the best place for this nonsense?"
"It's not nonsense! It is love! We need love to create mini Ochacos and mes!" I say, making sure to use Uraraka's first name. While I was taking, I blinked twice, and when I finished, I flew over his head and touched the bomb.
"The hero team has touched the bomb and won!" All Might announces. I swear I hear the reluctance in his voice.
"Good job, girl! You nailed it!" I say, walking over to her while using germ-x on my face.
"Really?" Uraraka asks.
"Yep, perfect. You would make a great girlfriend too!" Uraraka blushes at that. Except the moment HAS to be ruined.
"DEKU!"
"Iida, you should be safe. Uraraka, you mind if you jump on my back for a piggyback ride a moment?" I ask.
"Why?"
"I don't want Bakugo to kill you." I bend down, and Uraraka does what I ask. I walk over, open the window, and jump out.
"YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME YOU WERE DOING THIS! DO YOU EVEN HAVE A SAFE WAY OF LANDING!?" Uraraka screams in my ear.
"OF COURSE I DO!" I flip myself on my feet and land. My boots have shock absorption. I look at her, "Sorry about that! Better than dealing with him, though!" I can hear Bakugo screaming in the background as we walk back to the group.
I glare at All Might as I walk in with Uraraka. Within a couple of minutes, Iida and a seething Bakugo come in, but he's managing his anger oddly enough.
"Now that everyone is here, would anyone like to tell what happened and the advantages and disadvantages?" All Might asks. Momo volunteers.
"Midoriya, you prefer Izuku, yes?" Momo asks. I nod as she continues, " Izuku had a good idea from the get-go. He was able to get rid of Bakugo quickly and sent Uraraka to set up traps around the third floor. When Izuku and Uraraka walk in, they pretend to be a couple, which is a stupid idea, but it worked. Even if it did not, if Iida were to run, he would still have been tripped up with the traps, either way providing an advantage to Team Heroes. I also disapprove of jumping out the window after the manner, but I assume it was to avoid Bakugo."
"That is correct. Now, who should be the MVP?" All Might asks. Everyone agreed with me. I provide my scary grin at All Might, causing him to shiver. I now get to watch the rest of the matches.
I'm walking down the hallway quickly at the end of the day when I hear a voice call for me.
"Midoriya, come here. I need to talk to you." I turn around to see All Skeleton in front of me. I bite my tongue but nod, following him into the teacher's lounge. "Sit." He demands, and I sit down in front of him. Nobody else is in the room. He is going to be the reason I'm late getting home and worrying mom.
"Midoriya, the way you were acting during my class was childish, and I recommend you fix your attitude. Otherwise, you will be removed from the hero course." THIS AGAIN?!
"You brought that among yourself, All Might. I have to prove myself to get anywhere, and you were not willing to give me a chance. If you do not give me a chance, you are letting me die. You're letting potential die due to your ludicrous ways." I really am trying to be mature here.
"I do not deny that, but you could have been effective in many other fields besides being a hero."
"I could have, but being a quirkless hero will inspire hope in people like me realize that the only solution in life is not suicide or drinking or anything like that. Have you seen the suicide rate for quirkless? Most of us die! Yet, we are like you. We just don't have powers! We are more than capable of handling ourselves. I AM HERE TO BE AN INSPIRATION, ALL MIGHT!" I stand up, shakey of anger.
"I recommend you settle down."
"You were asking for it when you brought me here. You should understand. You are the symbol of peace, after all. Millions of kids adore you, aspired by you, wanting to become a hero because of you." I see Little Might flinch. Then, I hear a door open.
"What is going on? I heard a scream from the end of the hallway." I look up to see Shouta with his scarf ready to attack. His voice has a bite to it. I glare at All Might for him to explain.
"I pulled Midoriya in here to explain about his behavior during class was childish and that he needs to mature." I'm about to leave, so I don't get in more trouble, but Shouta stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Shouta, let me go. I need to get home before mom worries. She has enough on her plate as is with work being a bitch to her." I tell him softly, so All Might doesn't hear. Shouta looks at me with a distinct look.
"We will discuss that after we deal with this. Now come on." What is there to discuss? Shouta leads me to the couch and forces me to sit down beside him. All Might has a strange look the whole time. "Tell me what happened."
"Well, we were doing to Heroes Vs. Villains with the nuke, and I paired all the students off with one group of three. I didn't want Midoriya to participate in the exercise, so I left him off the list. He noticed and acted immaturely to the situation. He then set a challenge that if I let him in the exercise and he won that I have to let him participate in all the exercises. If he doesn't win, young Midoriya will leave UA. He won, so he is still here." All Might explains. I look over to see Shouta. Oh, boy, he is angry. He isn't trembling like me about to eat someone, but he is mad.
"All Might, you are being actively discriminatory towards Midoriya, and that is against UA policy," Shouta states, being as mature as possible.
"It was for his safety."
"Izuku made it in here. He can take care of himself. We are here to help prevent him from getting hurt, but it will still happen no matter what. We have to help the students to mature into better people than they are right now. At the moment, you are regressing him. He is already a handful as is, but you're making it worse. I recommend you step back and let me handle Izuku. Understood?" Little Might nods, getting up and leaving. Shouta sighs, massaging his scalp gently before looking at me.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. You shouldn't have to."
"I know. I need to head home, though." I say as I try to stand up, but Shouta grabs my hand, forcing me down and adjusting himself to face me while I put on the germ-x again.
"We have to talk, Izuku."
Chapter 7 - New Dad! (Am Not)
"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" I ask. I'm calming down from my anger as I adjust to face him.
"Your relationship with your mother," Shouta responds, " What's been happening in the last two months?"
"May I ask why?" I don't know why he is asking.
"Out of curiosity."
"We have been getting along better. I'm staying out of trouble, and she lets me do my thing. Sure, I got in trouble for not telling her I was taking the UA entrance exam, but that was kind of expected. We are trying our best. She was even helping with my costume to make sure it's effective as she has experience with that jazz." She sews so that ya'll know.
"What was the punishment?"
"Two weeks without electronics or going out without permission."
"Worst for someone like you because you're a hyper brat, so you probably built that energy. Have you told her about the night time goings?"
"Why would I?" Shouta facepalms. What?!
"So, there aren't secrets between you two?"
"If we are going to take it that for, I might as well ask about her sex life." Shouta fucking growls at me!
"That's not what I mean, and you know that! She is your mother, Izuku! She has the right to know that you were sneaking out at night and drinking!"
"OH, WHAT KIND OF DRAMA IS HAPPENING IN HERE?!" We very clearly hear Hizashi walks in.
"Apparently, I'm supposed to tell my mom that I sneak out at night."
"I never did!" See Shouta?!
"Neither did I." I hear a sultry voice behind Hizashi and see it's Midnight. "Are Shouta's secret child, Izuku?"
"Absolute opposite! However, I will let it slide."
"Nice to finally meet you! Nemuri, since you refer to first names. I heard from Hizashi that you get connections?" Nemuri asks.
"You felt it too?!" I ask excitedly.
"Yep! Welcome to the club!"
"Thank you, thank you! Glad you welcome me!" Then a hand slams on the table. I look over at Shouta.
"Can you two get out? I'm trying to talk to Izuku about something serious." Shouta growls at the two. Jeez, he is salty!
Hizashi decides to push it a little bit, " Does Izuku party?"
"Yes, now get out."
"I don't see the problem with that. Sure, he is a bit young, but as long as he doesn't overdo it."
"Hizashi, Izuku was an alcoholic over a year ago." HOLD THE PHONE!
I'm quick to defend myself, "I was not an alcoholic! Sure, I drank till I was drunk, and I may have overdone it sometimes, but I could have stopped at any time!"
"That's the definition of an alcoholic! He was smoking on top of that. He was not coherent most of the time." I swear he is trying to throw me under the bus.
"But that's in the past."
"The past that can affect your future. It's already affected your height." Damn, wrong tree mate.
"Oh, fight me, Shouta!" Hizashi breaks through.
"He is right, Izuku. That is a major thing. Your mother should know." Shouta looks relieved.
"Thank you. If you don't tell her, I will. She needs to know." I start shaking, feeling the anger bubble again. I step back. Before I can rebel, my phone goes off. I pull out my phone to see it is Mom. Immediately, I take a deep breath and answer.
"Hey, Mom. Sorry for being late. Something came up at school. I should be there within 20 minutes."
"I understand, dear. I started to worry when I got nothing saying you will be late." I hear her soft voice through the phone.
"Got distracted. See you soon, mom."
"I better, young man!" I hear her teasing tone, causing me to smile softly. Before I can hang up, the phone is swiped from my hand. I look up at see Shouta.
"Hello, Midoriya-san. This is Aizawa, your son's teacher. Would you mind if I come over? I would like to talk to you about him. I promise he hasn't caused trouble here yet, but there are some things you need to know." I don't even hear the response. After some words are exchanged, he hangs up and looks down at me like fresh meat. I step back.
I am pissed. I see red.
"Izuku, let me explain-" Why the fuck would I let you explain after what you just pulled?
I explode.
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE WITH MY MOM'S AND I RELATIONSHIP! SHE DOESN'T NEED MORE OF A FUCKING BURDEN!"
"Izuku, think logically for a moment-"
No.
I attempt to walk out only to be wrapped up in his scarf.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I wrestle blindly against the wrap. The last thing I remember is screaming before I pass out.
Shouta pants heavily, lifting Izuku and carrying him on the couch. Shouta turns to face the two in the room.
"That went horribly wrong." He states bluntly.
"You think?" Nemuri snarks.
"Is that normal, Shouta?" Hizashi asks as he helps Izuku to get comfortable.
"To an extent, yes. Usually, I'm not the target, though." Shouta responds.
Nemuri asks, " What are we going to do now?"
"Simple, I'm going to go talk to his mother like I said on the phone." The two teachers look at him.
"You sure that's the best plan of action? You saw how he reacted, Shouta. Some things take time." Hizashi questions.
"His mom doesn't know. Imagine getting a call saying your son was hit by a car or something like that while drunk. He has been clean for over a year. She seriously needs to know. Izuku doesn't see it because he doesn't see importance in that, but I do. I'm not telling her. I'm going there for support and with a proposition because he needs help socially. I'm willing to offer that, even if he will turn it into a joke one way or another." Hizashi smirks at him.
"You care about him, don't you?"
"He's a problem child. Somehow, the idiot genius is likable. Nemuri, how long do I have?"
" I knocked Izuku out for ten minutes." She responds.
"Alright. Watch over him." With that, he leaves to clean up.
I wake up, and I feel like I got the best sleep in my life. I sit up and realize that I am not in my room. Shit, I didn't have a one night stand, did I?!
"Little listener, you're awake!" I look towards Hizashi, and then Nemuri.
"What happened?"
"Oh, you got angry to the point that Nemuri had to knock you out for a little bit."
"No wonder I feel fantastic, thank you Nemuri!"
"No problem, kid!" Nemuri replies with a broad smile on her face. I think for a moment, trying to remember the conversation. Then, I do. Welp, I'm mad again. I stand up only to be stopped by Hizashi.
"You're not heading out yet, little listener. Wait around a few minutes and scheme with us, alright?" Sounds fun except for the fact that I need answers.
"What is he aiming for? I know he's logical, but he knows a hell of a lot more about social interaction than me. You two can probably explain it to me better than he can anyway." Blunt and straight to the point. Hizashi sighs.
"You both suck. Have you ever thought that you could have died out there?"
"But I can die anywhere!" Nemuri takes over, and I think I hear a motherly tone.
"Imagine getting a call saying your son died while drunk."
"I can't because I don't have one." She facepalms.
"I said imagine with a reason." Oh...oh...
"Oh..."
"Oh yeah. That's what he was thinking. And it affects your health now, whether you want to admit it or not. It will be there forever. He's not going to tell her. He's making you tell her. Shouta cares for you heavily, whether you realize it or not. He's going for support. The way to show it was rash, I will admit to that. You two have a strange friendship...relationship in general. "
Well, I kind of feel bad now! I'm still salty, though.
"I'm well aware. Okay, I have my answers. Now we can plan our taking over of the world." The two laugh aloud, the tensity being removed from the conversation.
We were discussing the perfect plan to prank UA when Shouta comes in, and oh my gosh...I need a moment.
Deep breathe in.
Deep breathe out.
Shouta is fucking hot right now. He is wearing a bombass suit that brings out his figure well. He shaved the stubble off his face, showing off the sexy jawline of his. He even put his hair in a man-bun, something I could care less for, but he made it work!
"HOLY SHIT, YOU LOOK HOT!" The three of us say in unison.
"You might actually get the man of your dreams!" I add on, too excited.
"That is not why I'm looking nice, Izuku." I look at him, confused, " We're going to talk to your mother." Oh yeah, that. I sigh. The intensity is back. Shouta walks over, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried that. I should have warned you. We can hold this off."
"I understand now. They told me because we suck at communication. I don't see the benefit now, but okay." I stand up, offering a hand, "Truce?" I see him smirk as he takes my hand.
"Truce." After we shake hands, I pull out my germ-x to use. The other teachers give me a questioning look.
"What? I don't know if he has been touching his pee-pee and cleaning his hands afterward." That receives a smack up-side the head and a random burst of laughter.
"Too much information. Come on. We were supposed to be there a while ago."
"Fine fine. See you two!"
"Bye, Izuku!"
"Bye, Izu!" Nemuri already has a nickname for me? Interesting. Let's see how often it's used.
With that, we head out.
We are at the door, and I pull out my phone.
"What are you doing?" The bored hobo beside me asks. Well, I guess I can't say hobo right now when he looks good. Goth Jesus? Don't ask. I don't know. Speaking of Jesus, I'm calling his dad or something!
Don't be offended just because I know nothing about religion. I scroll to the top of my contact list and call God.
Ring...ring...ring...there is nobody on the line. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!
"God, I'm in a crisis right now! I know we have had our times, but for once, be nice! PRAY FOR ME!" With that message, I hang up. Shouta looks at me, disappointed.
"You seriously have God? I thought you were atheist."
"I am. I'm just going to join for like five minutes. He can kick me out later."
Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Mom. Oops! She must have heard me. That isn't surprising, to be honest.
"Dear, you should really learn to be quieter indoors." She recommends to me before facing Shouta," Hi, I'm Izuku's mom. Nice to meet you, Aizawa?" He nods.
"A pleasure. There are some things Izuku needs to tell you. May we come in for a bit?" Already serious, Shouta? Stiff man.
"Of course! Come in! Would you like anything to eat?"
"We are good. I want to get to it if you don't mind."
"I understand. Sit where you would like." My mom and I take the couch while Shouta takes the armchair. I face her, "What is it that you needed to talk about?" Oh shit, I have no idea where to start. I turn to Shouta for a moment.
"Hey, where do I start?" The man facepalms.
"The beginning, when this all started?" Oh great, lots of words.
"Alright then, thank you!" I face Mom again. I sigh, trying to figure out how to say this before saying this, " We both know I'm going to blunt, so I'm just going to say it. I was drinking...and smoking...and possibly stripping at 12. I can't guarantee the last part unless there are videos online. I would sneak out at night to start shit, basically." That curse earns a smack upside the head, " Ow! Anyway, I don't know why I did it. I guess as a distraction? I don't do it anymore; I quit over a year ago. Am I missing something? Oh, and I knew this guy before! He helped me out! Supportive guy. Probably wouldn't have stopped without him."
The silence appears in the room. Maybe I said it wrong? Oh shit, she is crying! I pat her reluctantly, not sure of what to do. Her sniffing fills the silence, making it more intense. Suddenly, I'm tackled into a hug. I hug her gently, afraid to break her.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart! I'm so sorry I couldn't have been there to comfort you instead of drugs! You didn't deserve that!"
Wait. What?
"Mom, you did nothing wrong. I made these choices. I should have known better because I am the genius after all, but still. Please don't take the blame. My fault." She pulls back, looking up at me with those teary eyes.
"Izuku, you need to realize that I'm your mother. I meant to protect you from these things. You turned to those for the reason that could have been prevented." I sigh because this won't go anywhere.
"Let's just say we both suck and end it there." This earns a soft giggle from her.
"You really need to work on your social skills. Saying it like that would have gotten you in trouble otherwise. This will take a lot of time for me to trust you again fully." Damn it. Then, she faces Shouta," Thank you for being there when I couldn't. I don't know how to repay you." He sighs, sitting up. I forgot about him for a moment. Oops.
"Let me help him is all I ask. I have a proposition for you," Hold the phone, what? "Let me have partial guardianship of him. I know he is hyper and never sleeps. I know you work. I can work with him to improve him in general and gain better habits instead of partying at night. However, you have to let me. May I?" I can't help but speak up.
"So, like an episode of Strict Parents?"
"I...have no idea what that is, and you know that." I tried. Mom faces me once more.
"Izuku, how much do you trust this man?" Oh shit, she is actually considering it. I'm surprised. It takes a moment to respond.
"With my life probably." Yes, I trust him that much. Kill me. Mom looks at me, surprised, along with Shouta. Don't take advantage of that, fake rich. There is a few minutes of silence before.
"Alright. If you promise to protect my son, you can get guardianship. How will this work?"
"First couple of weeks, Izuku will be with me fully. Over time, he will be given days with you. Within a few months, he should be with you full time again." How did he come up with that? I won't ask. Maybe later, but I can't right now.
"I understand. Izuku, get your stuff ready." Welp, alright then. That was supremely easy.
I'm not going to put you through all that boring shit, especially the emotional shit. Mom was crying when I was walking out the door.
Like, we will see each other again in two weeks! It turns out that it's two weeks because it will give him enough time to implement certain things for me to practice with mom. The build-up is, so we learn to appreciate each other something like that.
Yeah, I don't get it. I will later.
Anyway, I have more important things to worry about. On our way to Shouta's apartment, I pull out my phone and start recording.
"Hello, everybody! Welcome to an episode of Strict Parents! In this episode, hobo adopts a sociopath!" I turn the camera to face Shouta before zooming in on his for-once-handsome face for dramatics, " Sir, how do you feeling about having to take care of a sociopath?" Shouta sighs.
"I'm already regretting my decisions."
"There you have it, folks! Will he survive? You will see after this redundant commercial break!"
"Izuku, you better not post that anywhere. On second thought, delete it now."
"No."
"Izuku."
"Sir, I know how to hack it back. I won't post it, but let me keep it for memories, please."
"...fine...no showing it around either."
"Not going to guarantee to that."
"Stop recording, at least." Oh yeah! I need to before I run out of space. I turn off my phone and put it in my pocket," Let's go over the rules while we are walking."
"Boo!"