Welcome everyone to this new adventure!
I (Brandon or Author B) would like to explain this whole idea. This was a challenge given to me by one of my friends, the challenge was "combine MHA with the film Unbreakable". Now, I'm a huge fan of Unbreakable. It's one of my all time favorite movies. The challenge was already difficult because Unbreakable was about grounded "powers" in the real world and the world of MHA is the complete opposite of that and Midoriya always breaks his bones which doesn't make him unbreakable.
So, the challenge was then given rules. The story can be altered to fit within the MHA narrative but certain elements had to be kept, from design choices to themes. The things that had to be kept were the green poncho, the train crash, the orange man, the inner conflict within the main hero, the twist ending, and Sam 'Mutha F**kin' Jackson as Mr. Glass.
The plan of Mr. Glass looking for a real life superhero in an ordinary world had to be changed and I'll let you read the story to find out what his plan is within this narrative and the meaning of unbreakable needed to have a different meaning in this story, unbreakable will, things like that.
Now, at this point, I don't know if I'll continue this story after it's done. Meaning, I don't know if I'll make an MHA-Split and MHA-Glass. Time will tell but I'm definitely up for it.
Hope that cleared some things up. Thank you and enjoy.
This story is set sometime after the U.A. Cultural Festival Arc. I'll let you guys decide when it fits in the main canon.
There are 35 pages and 124 illustrations in the average comic book. A single issue ranges in price from $1.00 to over $140,000. 172,000 comics are sold in the U.S. every day. Over 62,780,000 each year. The average comic collector owns 3,312 comics and will spend approximately 1 year of his or her life reading them.
(Limited Edition Grand Opening – Hosu City, Japan, 6:00 p.m.)
People were standing around talking, drinking, and looking at the art displayed around the main floor while music played over the speakers. Midoriya, adorned in a white dress shirt and gray dress pants, absentmindedly swayed to the piano as he looked on at everyone.
"Deku, you feeling ok?" He looked to his right to see Uraraka walking toward him wearing a black formal dress. "You haven't even touched your drink."
"Oh, I'm feeling alright." He said scratching the back of his head. "I just don't really have anything to do."
"Yeah, me neither. I've never been to a grand opening for an art gallery before. I have no idea what to do."
"You're supposed to walk around, shake hands, and have some food all while representing U.A." They looked toward the direction Uraraka came from to see their cleaned up but still cold homeroom teacher, Aizawa. "So, be mindful of how you behave tonight."
"Yes, sir." They both said in unison.
"Jeez, always with the dramatic." The skinny form of All Might walked over. "Speaking of dramatic, I think a friend of yours wants to talk with you." He pointed to behind Aizawa.
He turned to see what he would consider his nightmare standing right behind him, Emi Fukukado, known as the Pro Hero Ms. Joke.
"Oh, no…"
"Hey, Eraser. Glad to see U.A. and Ketsubutsu Academy in the same room again. Gives us more time together." She smiled.
All Might then moved Uraraka and Midoriya away when the two teachers began talking.
"Hope that keeps him away from the other people here. Can't properly represent a school when Aizawa's still…himself. That doesn't fill people with confidence."
"I suppose?..." Uraraka said, unsure.
"Uraraka, could you give me and Midoriya a minute? I have something I need him to do, if that's alright."
"Oh, yes, of course. I'll talk to you later, Deku." She said before walking off.
"O-ok, we'll talk later." He stammered before turning to All Might. "All Might, what do you need me for exactly?"
All Might led Midoriya toward a group of people. "There's somebody who wants to meet you."
The group was standing around a particular art piece of a hero fighting a villain and were having all the elements of it explained to them by a man wearing a purple suit, holding what looked like a glass cane, and speaking English.
"This is from Fritz Campion's own library. This is from before the first issue of the comic book hit the stands in 1968. It's a classic depiction of good versus evil. Notice the square jaw of Slayer, common in most comic heroes, and the slightly disproportionate size of Jaguaro's head to his body. This again is common but only in villains. The thing to notice about this piece, the thing that makes it very, very special is its realistic depiction of its figures. When the characters reached the magazine they were exaggerated…as always happens. This is a vintage."
Those in the group who understood him made the usual sounds of 'woo' either out of genuine interest or pretending to be interested. While the man explained the art piece, All Might translated everything he said to Midoriya.
"Wow, he knows his stuff." Midoriya said.
"He has to, it's his livelihood. Now that he's done talking this'll be the perfect time to introduce you."
"But-but my English is terrible!" Midoriya exclaimed.
"It'll be fine, come on." He led the worried Midoriya to the purple suited man. "As always, your presentations are prodigious." All Might said in English.
"Thank you, All Might. It's nice to see you in good spirits." The man said before turning his attention to Midoriya.
Midoriya decided to try his best at English. "Uh, hello. I am…Izuku Midoriya. Very nice to meet you. Thank you for inviting U.A. school to your party." It was a little broken but he believed he did alright as he bowed to the man.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Midoriya. My name is Elijah Price and I am the owner of Limited Edition." He said in Japanese to the shock of Midoriya. "You're English is good but I would rather recommend you a better teacher than Present Mic if you would like to get proficient at it."
"I met Elijah during one of my travels to America. It was the grand opening of the second location of Limited Edition and I did a little promotion for it." All Might said.
"His promotion helped bring in investors whose endorsement allowed me to open multiple locations. The one you're standing in is the sixth."
"That's amazing. And they're all comic book galleries?" Midoriya looked around at the other displays.
"Rare comic book issues, valuable graphic novels, early design pieces, and other notable items of that nature. But they are not what interest me at the moment." Midoriya turned to him. "I followed your exploits during the U.A. Sports Festival and while your physical responses were a thing to be desired I was quite impressed with your strategic capabilities and your ability to inspire others."
"Oh." He said, taken aback by his plain and slightly brutal honesty. This quickly changed when a question popped into his head. "Wait, I'm sorry, what do you mean by inspire? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"You read comics, Midoriya?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I never really had an interest in them. There were already heroes in the real world so I never thought to read about the make believe ones."
Elijah let out a content 'hmm' "That's understandable. A common trope amongst fictional heroes, even including the real life example standing next to you, is their ability to inspire others to overcome their inner turmoil, challenges, etc. It was apparent after whatever verbal exchanges you had with Shoto Todoroki that he became more confident in using his fire abilities. And from what All Might was willing to tell me you're influence has inspired some of your fellow classmates including All Might himself."
Midoriya looked over to see All Might looking away out of slight embarrassment.
"What kind of hero do you aspire to be, Midoriya?"
He took a moment to think. "I want to be the kind of hero that saves lives and makes everyone feel easier. I want to help people find the good within themselves and they can then do the same for others."
"All with a paycheck waiting for you at the end of the day."
"It is fortunate that being a hero allows you to earn money, but I want to do all the things I said despite that. Reward or not, I want to help people find their smile even in the darkest of times."
There was a short silence before it was broken by a smiling Elijah. "I think you've got an interesting one, All Might."
"Thank you, he reminds me of that every day." Midoriya turned and smiled at him.
Midoriya looked back to Elijah and found himself looking at the transparent cane.
"Ah, yes. People do tend to wonder about that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"It's fine. It's natural to wonder. I have something called osteogenesis imperfecta. It's a genetic disorder. I don't make a particular protein very well and makes my bones very low in density. Very easy to break. I've had fifty four breaks in my life and I have the tamest version of this disorder, Type 1. There are Type 2, Type 3, Type 4. Type 4's don't last very long."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"I suppose, in a strange way, it's my quirk."
"You don't have one?"
"It was either glass bones or super powers. You can guess which one of those won that draw." Elijah noticed that Midoriya looked disheartened. "That last part was a joke." Midoriya loosened up a little after that.
Bakugo looked at the conversation from a distance with hands in his pocket. Kirishima walked up to him with a plate of food, looked to where he was staring, and sighed.
"Midoriya do something to annoy you again?"
"Nerd's talking to the guy that owns the place. Overheard All Might saying the guy wanted to meet the runt. Why's he so interested in him anyway?"
"Who knows?" Kirishma then held up a chicken kebab to Bakugo. "Want some chicken?"
"Get that crap out of my face!" Bakugo chastised.
"Bakugo!" Aizawa suddenly appeared. "Watch your attitude here. If you can't you'll be sent back to the hotel and be punished accordingly when we return to U.A. Is that understood?"
Bakugo huffed. "Yeah."
"Eraser." Aizawa tensed when Joke addressed him. "If you're done disciplining your students then we can get back to talking about marriage." She smiled from ear to ear.
He took a deep inhale. "There's only two hours left, there's only two hour's left…" He silently reminded himself.
(Two Hours Later)
Everyone began making their way out of the gallery and Midoriya trailed behind class 1-A.
"Midoriya!" He turned to see Elijah walking up to him with something in his hand. "You said you weren't a comic book reader but I do recommend this one."
Midoriya took it to see a comic book within a plastic cover. The title on the book read 'The Adventures of Sentryman – vs. the Coalition of Evil!'
"I'll give it a try. Thank you, Mr. Price."
"Please…" He held out his hand which Midoriya gently shook. "Elijah is just fine. Have a pleasant night, Midoriya." He said before walking away.
"You too!" Midoriya shouted. He looked over the comic book again and then ran off to catch up with 1-A.
(Sapphire Ribbon Hotel – Hosu City, Japan, 8:15 p.m.)
"All right, everyone!" Iida announced to everyone in the lobby. "You all have your assigned rooms for the night. The train back leaves at 7:30 a.m. so be sure not to stay up late. Unless anyone wishes to voice any concerns or ask any questions that will be all!"
"Excuse me, sir." The woman behind the front desk said. "Could you please lower your voice? We have guests here on the first floor trying to sleep."
Iida immediately bowed to the woman. "My sincerest apologies, ma'am. How thoughtless of me."
After that, everyone went to their respective rooms. Uraraka and Midoriya walked down the hallway toward their rooms on the fifth floor.
"That was actually quite fun. Who knew art galleries would be so lively." She said.
"Yeah, the whole thing wasn't what I expected at all."
Uraraka looked down at his left hand holding the comic book. "Did you buy something?"
"What?" He looked down to see where she was staring. "Oh, no. Mr. Price, the man who owns the gallery, gave it to me to read. He was impressed by me during the festival and wanted to talk to me. I don't even know how long we talked for."
"Two hours. You were talking for two hours."
"Really? It felt shorter than that."
"Time flies when you're in good company. At least that's what my mom says."
"I guess that's true." He looked up to see his room number. "Huh? I'm here already? I could've sworn it was further down." He looked up to see that he was at the end of the hallway. "That's twice in one night I've been in the presence of good company." He chuckled awkwardly.
She immediately blushed. "I-I should get going! Early morning and everything. Sleep well, Deku!" She then quickly ran off to her room.
"Good night!"
Midoriya went into his room and got ready for bed. While he was in bed he looked over at the comic book sitting on the dresser and his eyes immediately felt heavy.
"I'll read it tomorrow…" He decided before drifting off to sleep.
He woke up to the sun shining on his eyes and immediately moved his hand to block the light. He rolled over to avoid it and checked the clock on the dresser.
"7:15, ok." He said before shutting his eyes. He opened them again in a panick. "7:15?! I'm gonna be late!"
He jumped out of bed, put on fresh clothes, packed his things, and ran out the door. He dropped the key off at the front desk and ran out toward the train station. He eventually made it there and saw class 1-A boarding the train. He started running but was knocked down to the ground by someone walking in front of him.
"Geez, kid, I'm sorry." The man said.
"It's fine. I didn't look where I was going."
He looked up at the man and saw that he wore what looked like orange coveralls under a closed brown trench coat. The man shrugged and walked away while Midoriya got back up to see the train already moving. Uraraka looked out the window and he watched her expression go from content to panicked when she saw him. He saw her grab Aizawa's attention just before their cab moved out of sight. His phone began ringing and saw that it was Uraraka to which he answered quickly.
"Uraraka?"
"Deku! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot to check on you!"
"No, it's my fault. I overslept and missed the train."
"Well, anyway, Mr. Aizawa says wait for the next train. It'll get you to the same station and by the time you get back to U.A. you should have enough time to get ready before class."
"Thanks, Uraraka. See you back at school."
Midoriya had no idea how long he waited for the next train by the time he boarded but that thought went away after the next announcement.
"Good morning, passengers. Unfortunately the train is having some minor difficulties and will be delayed. We apologize for the inconvenience."
Midoriya pulled out his phone and texted Uraraka "The train has been delayed. I might be late for class."
After a few moments of waiting he got a text back. "I'll talk to Mr. Aizawa. See you soon."
As he finished reading the last text the train began to move. He looked out the window and watched as the station left his view.
"Texting your girlfriend?" He looked up to see a young brunette woman smiling.
"G-girlfriend? No, no, she's not my girlfriend, she's just my friend that I was just-"
She chuckled. "I think I get the idea. Is this seat taken?" She pointed to the one next to him.
"Uh, no. You can sit."
After a few minutes of silence she spoke up again. "You like comic books?"
He looked up at her in confusion until she pointed to the comic book in his hand.
"Oh, not really. It was a gift and I promised I'd read it."
"That's nice. So, is it comic books you don't like or is it superheroes?"
"Actually, I admire heroes. I'm doing my best to become one."
"Really? What school do you go to?"
"I go to U.A."
"That's cool! I go to Ketsubutsu! Now that I think about it, I remember seeing you during the gallery party."
"I'm Izuku Midoriya."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Wakana Iwasaki."
He smiled until he remembered something. "Wait, Ketsubutsu? Isn't that in the opposite direction?"
A panicked look came across her face. "…Where is this train going?"
"Musutafu."
She then smacked her forehead. "I'm such an idiot! Serves me right for waking up late."
"Funny enough, I woke up late too."
"Yeah, but at least you're heading in the right direction."
He awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah, that's true. But when we get to the station I'll help you make sure you get on the right train."
"Thanks." She let out a sigh. "If only my quirk was teleportation or super speed or a decent body clock."
"What is your quirk?"
"I can produce a musical sound wave that disorients people. They get all dizzy and that allows me to move in and take down opponents. I go by the name Fanfare."
"Amazing. That sounds almost like Ms. Joke's quirk."
"She says that once I make it to second year she'll teach me some techniques. She even gave me this." She pulled a pen out of her bag and handed it to Midoriya and upon further inspection he noticed that the end of the pen had a yellow smiley face.
"That's really nice, Iwasaki."
"Please call me Wakana."
"O-ok, Wakana." He said nervously. "So, tell me, what's it like at Ketsubutsu?"
"Oh, it's great! When you walk up to it you can see this-" She stopped when the train shook a little. "Woah, that was weird."
The train shook again and the lights flickered. Midoriya and the other passengers looked around to see what was causing the turbulence. Midoriya looked at Wakana and the confused expression on her face was the last thing he saw before everything went black.
(U.A. High School 1-A Dorm Common Area – Musutafu, Japan, 8:35 a.m.)
Everyone had put all their dirty dishes and utensils away and were all grabbing their things before leaving.
"Ugh! You'd think they'd cut us some slack and cancel classes for us today. We just got back." Ashido complained.
"Well, they didn't, and we need to hurry or we'll be late." Jiro said while she packed her things into her bag.
Kaminari walked past Kirishima who was glued to his phone. "Hey, man, get off your phone or you're gonna be late."
"Hey, guys!" Kirishima called out to everyone in the room which was all of 1-A. "Which train was Midoriya taking to get back here?"
Uraraka walked over. "The 8:00 a.m. to Musutafu. Why?"
He showed them all what he was watching. A news report of a train derailing just outside Musutafu. Uraraka brought her hand to her mouth in shock when she read what train it was…
The 8:00 a.m. to Musutafu.