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"Speech"

I am emphasizing something.

Chapter One: The Boy Who Awoke With the Arrow in his Leg

A.N: This is a crossover fic in which Deku will a) gain his quirk three years early and b) gain another power. He'll be fairly OP, around Super Saiyan II level at his max.

Izuku Midoriya had never been great with sleep. Since age four, what they dubbed as the "good age", he had been constantly bullied and manipulated, abused and controlled, to the point where it affected everything. The stress relayed around his body, always hitting his brain hardest. No exceptions. His longest sleep in the last eight years had been six hours, and over these years he'd lost all semblance of the joyous innocent child he once was. During this short lived rest, a sharp pain hit his calf, a searing one at that. It burned and burned and burned, and whilst his hody screamed and thrashed in protest, his mind said otherwise, and he slept through it.

BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Just let me sleep for fi-OWCH! T-that really hurts!

Izuku slowly, very very slowly, raised his duvet, his scrawny body unveiling itself until he reached his leg.

Thighs seem to be o-okay, but what abou-

"OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCKISTHAT?!"

Izuku was cut off mid thought by the sight of his calf, due to the glowing arrow that had been stabbed into his leg.

"WHY IS THERE AN ARROW?!"

"Honey, are you okay?" a distant call from his mother, Inko, who was in the kitchen, beckoned him to reply.

"Mom, th-there's something you need to see," Izuku said nervously, "l-like now."

She's my mom, she's probably ready for this sort of thing.

"What is i-HOW IN THE HELL? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!"

She's not ready!

"I'm s-still thinking mom," Izuku said, not moving from his bed, "u-um my window wasn't open last night."

"Stay in bed Izuku honey, I'm phoning the hospital!" She yelled through from the living room.

"Okay!" He yelled back.

Truth be told, Izuku didn't want to wait all day for the ambulance, foolish as that may be. He needed to go out and look around. So he did what any rational teen would do and yanked the arrow out of his leg. He wrapped the wound up in toilet paper and jumped out of the window.

Off to the nearest café, I guess.

Izuku went down the fire escape ladder to the ground, and he walked the long streets of Musutafu, hoping to find anywhere to sit.

The rain hit the ground heavily,

It's fucking POURING.

Just need a coffee and some dou-

"DEKU! YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!"

Oh no. Not him.

"HELLO? ANYBODY HOME RETARD?" He yelled.

He's not there, just ignore him.

"TURN THE FUCK AROUND NOW YOU POINTLESS PIECE OF ASS!"

Maybe he'll go away.

"I'M WARNING YOU, YOU MIDGET FUCK!"

Footsteps could be heard behind him, as well as the all too familiar popping noise of one of his explosions starting.

*BOOM!*

Izuku turned so quickly he could have caused a whiplash.

"PLEASE KACCHAN, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

A long pause ensued.

Katsuki began to cackle, and only one word escaped his mouth.

"No."

Izuku felt tears prick his eyes. Katsuki laughed.

The popping noise began.

"DIE, DEKU!"

Nothing came.

Nothing at all.

Until...

"BAKUGOU!"

"BAKUGOU!"

Something was in front of Izuku, protecting him like a shield. It was yellow all over, and stood at around 6"4.

It had things similar to two oxygen cylinders on its back, like a backpack.

It had a mean face too. And muscles. Lors of muscles. And he controlled it. Was this... a quirk?

"DEKU WHAT THE FUCK US THAT THING YOU'VE GOT? ANSWER ME SHITHEAD!"

Katsuki ram toward him, the popping noise yet again being heard.

"DIE YOU QUIRKLESS PIECE OF CUNT!"

As soon as Katsuki was within ten yards, Izuku impulsively shouted;

"THE WORLD!"

For a split second, colours of all kind flashed everywhere. Yellow, purple, red, green, you name it, and with these colours came a bulging effect. Everything bulged, again this was only for a split second, but the odd hallucinations would not stop. A haze distorted his vision, and he realized something. Something major. He had stopped everything. Izuku looked at the puddle. It was malformed due to the still connecting droplets of rain. Speaking of the rain, it was floating. Kacchan had started to say something, but all he saw was an agape mouth. His explosion had been starting to flare, and yet nothing happened.

Just leave me alone. Please, Kacchan, leave me alone.

The yellow guy came back, his shoulders stretching. His fists tightened, and he reared his hand back. The man was extremely muscular, to the point in which it looked straight out of a Shonen manga.

The hand moved extremely fast, about to deal a fatal blow.

STOP, HE COULD DIE!

It stopped, amazingly. Instead it opened its hand, reared it back and smacked Kacchan. The smack didn't have too much power, but it had the potential to hurt.

The colours came again, and Izuku's hood had come down. He felt water, and looked up to see Kacchan lying down, bruised and beaten.

What the fuck, I swear he didn't put much of his full force behind that?

Izuku ran. Fast.

T I M E S K I P-

He ran and ran, not stopping for anyone, tears welling up in his eyes.

I hurt my best friend. Where do I go now?

"HELP!" a single cry could be heard.

"OH MY GOD!" another one.

"HOLY SHIT!" another one.

"ARRRGHHHHH!" another one.

Soon, many many screams erupted in the streets nearby, and Izuku ran to the source of the sound. His jaw dropped.

It was a fucking cyclops.

Granted, the thing was about fifteen feet tall, breathing fire and shouting about how he wanted all humans to die, but really?

What am I thinking? I'm no hero, that's terrifying! Wait, what? Why am I moving?

My dear reader, Izuku had started to run to the cyclops subconciously. He ran and ran, and the cyclops turned.

Of course you focused on me.

A large, visible aura surrounded Izuku, his eyes saw red and he screamed it again.

"THE WORLD!"

There go the colours again.

Everything had stopped, even the big clock...

OH! THAT'S WHAT IT DOES!

IT STOPS TIME!

He ran to the cyclops, and the yellow guy, who Izuku had started to just call The World, followed him.

LEAVE THESE PEOPLE ALONE!

This time, The World took charge.

"MUDA!" a loud punch cracked.

It wasn't enough.

"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"

Hundreds of punches moving at hundreds of miles per hour connected, causing a blur of yellow.

The colours showed again.

Izuku glared, his fists balled, and the cyclops fell backwards, all signs of life leaving its eye.

"HAVE NO FEAR, FOR I AM HE-OH MY GOODNESS!" All Might just had to land now.

All Might! OH MY GOD!

All confidence left Izuku as he fanboyed hard. He approached the number one hero with a photo of himself and begged him to sign it.

"Sorry kid, not right now. I need to find who did this? Do you know who did?"

Okay then. No time? Try this for size.

"I-it was me. I did it."

"Come with me." his only reply was All Might. The crowd stared gobsmacked.

-T I M E S K I P-

All Might and Izuku conversed about heroics for a little on the roof, until Izuku asked the million dollar question.

"You didn't bring me up here to talk about how Best Jeanist might do well in future, did you?"

"Listen up kid. I'm dying."

Tears pricked Izuku's eyes.

"However, I need to say something to you, sport."

A now upset Izuku raised his head to indicate he was listening.

"W-what is it All Might?"

"How would you," All Might started.

What could he be asking...?

"like to carry the torch and be the ninty successor of my quirk?"

Izuku passed out.