Chapter 2: Instructions in Plastic
A year later, Izuku sat at the back of his class, anticipation on his face. It was time for career aptitude tests...or at least that's what was supposed to happen. The teacher had just thrown them away, because he knew all the students in his class wanted to be heroes.
"Sensei...!"
The man turned to see Izuku, his neck stretched out and a disapproving look on his face.
"Don't want another incident, do we?" Izuku smirked knowingly. "Just cause everyone wants to be a hero doesn't mean they can't have back up plans."
"B-but of course! It is mandatory." Sensei wisely added and picked up the forms, splitting them between the for lanes of desks. "Take one, pass it back."
Izuku simply stuck his tongue out the now growling students. He no longer cared about what they thought of him; they had mocked him repeatedly, ignored done nothing to enforce the rules about using Quirks in class...and besides, forgive him for sounding like Bakugo, but none of their Quirks were beyond Sidekick level.
He shuddered at that thought, then distracted himself by remembering the past year and how that fateful day had changed everything:
Once Inko regained consciousness, she moved and acted with a speed and passion Izuku had not seen in a long time; the last he recalled was when she was at a once a decade sale and wanted to get a very rare pair of earings.
His mother had demanded to know what had happened the night he had been muttering about, and for once, she refused to let him leave Bakugo out of the story. Suffice to say...Inko was NOT happy with what she learned, and got on the phone with Bakugo's mother, her best friend Mitsuki.
The Bakugo matriarch was not happy. Actually, to say she was pissed off beyond measure would be putting it lightly. She had angrily confronted her son and then pulled him out of school for three days to lecture his ear off and make it clear that this time, he was NOT getting his way. Her son's remarks about Izuku being 'worthless' did not help...although it did divert attention off him for a day.
When Inko found out that the school had failed to act on or outright ignored the bullying her son went through, on top of mocking his dreams and ideas...She became a force of nature that Izuku was both enthralled to brag was his mother and yet extremely grateful she was such a kind-heated and patient woman.
Long story short, Inko filed a law-suit against the school...and won. The story surprisingly became huge news, with the entire nation following it and many applauding when the Midoriayas won.
The teachers were simply suspended without pay for a few months, and Bakugo's goons were expelled due to other bullying they did whenever Bakugo wasn't around.
And as for Bakugo himself?
FLASHBACK!
"I-I can't sign this!" Izuku had said.
The paper in front of him, if he signed it, would ban his childhood friend from ever taking a hero course at ANY school. Izuku didn't think his friend deserved this; he'd make a great hero one day! They had sworn it as toddlers!
And said boy glaring at him had nothing to do with his thoughts!
Oh, who was he kidding? Bakugo's stare could make Villains piss themselves!
Inko's passionate and rage had died down at this point, so she was torn between ending the madness and taking her son home to his favourite food, or demanding he sign it so that they could leave.
Perhaps unsurprisngly, it was Bakugo's mother who stepped up to the plate, silencing her son with a glare.
"Now you listen here Izu." She had butted in. "Katski needs this. He wants to be a hero? Then he has to learn that actions have consquences. Sides, this'll probably humble him a bit and no real hero would do anything like that crap."
She then forced the pen into his hand and practically forced him to sign the paper. No sooner had he done this, a sense of relief and surprisingly vindication came over him, altough he felt terrible for feeling it
"DAMN IT DEKU!" Bakugo shouted as he leapt towards the object of his hate, his palms exploding in his rage.
"KATSAKI!" The two mothers shouted, Inko trying against all hope to pull her baby boy out of harm's way.
Izuku rose his hands up to try and limit the impact of the explosions, but then something unexpected happened: For some reason, Izuku clamped his hands onto Bakugo's. They then poofed upwards...and then deflated to their regular size.
For a good few minutes, now one said or did anything. Izuku opened his hands and gave them a look...aside from some ash and soot, they were fine. And it didn't hurt nearly as much as before!
Izuku's face broke into a smile of relief and happiness, leaving him open to another attack from Bakugo, who never got the chance: Another explosion to greet his face and send him rolling to the floor...
It was his father, who had used his own Quirk to strike his son down.
"Go. To. Your. Room." Masaru demanded of his son, an uncommon look of rage on his face. And for once in his life, Bakugo obeyed.
A shocked silence fell over the room; Masaru definitely was not the most violent or outspoken Bakugo, but for him to do that?
Hell's temperature must have dropped a full Celsius...
"I-I am so sorry!" The man began. "I just wanted..."
He was cut off when his wife planted herself onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh Masaru..." Mitski cooed sensually, batting her eyes.
"I...I think we should leave, Izuku." A blushing Inko teethed.
"Good idea, mom!" Her son followed in suit, and they raced back home as if Engeunium himself was chasing after them.
9 months later, Bakugo would have a little sister.
FLASHBACK END!
Bakugo had become far more subdued since then, avoiding Izuku at nearly any cost. Not out of fear or shame though. Just pure rage and seething hatred. Now that he couldn't become a hero, he was now determined to become a Riot or Bomb Squad cop. No way he could become rich and famous doing those right off the bat, but he would now settle for legendary status.
Izuku couldn't find himself able to care all that much about this anymore; now that he had a shot to become a hero, he had to figure out how this new power worked within the next 10 months. While he had aced the pre-exams for UA, everyone else had had years to master their powers, while he?
Most would've called this a fool's errand, but Izuku was not one to be deterred easily. Besides, now he had help.
As school was let out for the day, a car or hero was familar with drove up and a man who looked like a rugged, older Izuku with shorter hair, a stubble and in IT professional clothes pulled the windiw down, blowing out some fire.
"I see ya, Dad." Izuku smiled. Most kids his age might have been slightly embarrassed being picked up by their father, but not Izuku.
Hiashi Midoriaya had been working overseas for most of his son's life, but now, he was here to stay and determined to do whatever he had to do to make up for all those missing years.
The second Izuku's power had awakened and during one of her calmer moments, Inko had informed him what had happened. Hiashi had outright begun booking a flight home and turning in a resignation after his boss refused a transfer to a Mustafa branch...and then made a comment how Izuku was nothing of importance while trying to get a contract.
Hiashi had blew fire onto his face and walked out, luckily getting home the next day. He held no regrets.
"Good day at school?" He asked his son.
"Not too bad. Had to remind Sensei about following protocol." Izuku admitted. "So, why the pick-up? I'm not complaining, but usually I walk no problem."
A small part of him was also hoping to get to see some cool hero action on the way home for his Hero Journals,
"Well, you remember Mr. Ashido?" Hiashi asked his son.
Apparently, the man who his company had been trying to contract with had seen the scuffle Hiashi had been having with his boss and offered to give Hiashi a lift back to Japan...as well as declining doing business with the company. His reason? He was a father himself and refused to do business with someone who would so callously put profits over family.
Over the course of their flight, the two men had shared stories about their kids and had agreed to meet for lunch.
"A little..." Izuku started, only to realize what was gong on. "Wait, don't tell me!"
"Yep! We are now legal partners!" Hiashi beamed. "He invited us over for dinner tonight and before you ask..Yes. Yes you are going to have to actually wear a suit. No morphing clothes this time."
"I wasn't going to suggest that..." Izuku weakly denied. "It saves money!"
"Your mom's orders." Hiashi explained. And all argument died.
"We still going to...?" Izuku started.
"Tomorrow, bright and early." Hiashi promised his son.
Thanks to his dad picking him up, Izuku was spared a rather unsettling encounter with a muck monster, who was captured by All Might around the same time they arrived home to get ready for their evening out.
MHA
The Midoriayas came to a medium sized house with a two car garage and backyard.
Now, since the lawsuit, the Midoriayas were not hurting for money. They were not rich, by any means, but had enough to indulge and entertain the idea of buying a small house...once Hiashi gained steady employment, which was now the case.
"Hiashi! Glad you could make it!" A very alien-looking man with blue skin, black and yellow eyes and a single Glowfish like antenna atop his head, beamed when he answered the door. The two men hugged and chuckled as they patted each other on the back.
"No alien act?" Hiashi teased.
"Wife's orders, I assure you." The host explained as he heard footsteps. "Speaking of whom!"
Next to him now stood a very beautiful woman with no noticeable alien features aside from pink hair rhat went down to the small of her back. In her arms was a baby boy with blue skin, wearing almost the same clothes as his gather.
"Welcome come to casa di Ashido, Midoriyas. My name is Maji Ashido." The man smiled. "This is my lovely wife, Nia..."
"Hello." The woman smiled, adjusting the toddler in her arms. "This is our youngest, Gordon."
Inko and Izuku immediately cooed at the toddler, who smiled shyly before retreating into his mother's neck. Just then, a tall young man with pink hair, older than Izuku by a few years, came downstairs and slipped on a jacket.
"Our oldest Naji," Maji smiled. "Who has a previous engagement and will not be joining us..."
Naji simply waved hello before heading to the garage.
"And our baby girl will be down shortly." Nia explained, motioning them inside.
"Well Maji, Nia, Gordon." Hiashi smiled, motioning to his family. "This is my beautiful wife Inko.."
The Midoriya mother blushed at her husband's praise, getting a chuckle out of the other couple.
"And my son, Izuku." Hiashi beamed
"Um...H-hello." Izuku answered shyly, suddenly nervous; this was the man who had broight his father home and from what he knew, was the Vice President of a company of renown.
"Ah, the famous Izuku!" Maji smiled, shaking the boy's hand. "Pleasure to meet you, my boy! Your dad's told me a lot about you! You wanna be a hero, right?"
Izuku's nervousness began to vanish.
"Yes sir. That I do."
"My daughter wants to become one as well. And with your Quirks, I bet you two'll be great."
And there was his key.
"Speaking of which...if you don't mind?" Izuku started
"Not at all!" Nia beamed. "Your father told us about your journals, we'd be delighted. My Quirk enables me control the temperature of what I touch."
"And I can turn anything into candy!" Maji beamed with pride, pointing to his now glowing attena and then pouting. "Though I can't often control WHAT kind of candy I get...Stupid Fruit-Roll ups."
"And you use that to terrify your workers." Nia added.
"I don't terrify!" Maji denied. "I...motivate!"
Hiashi whispered to his wife and son
"He does terrify them."
Izuku had already jotted down some notes into a mini notebook, and was so engrossed that he didn;t sense someone sneaking up on him.
"What ya got there, Broccoli?"
Izuku yelped and bounced upwards, his arms wrapping around a rail for dear life. He then looked down at the speaker...and soon his cheeks matched what he saw:
Pink. A pink skinned girl his age, with hair not unlike his own and eyes very simular to Maji, but also with horns on her head. She had an athletic and attractive figure with somewhat broader shoulders...but what drew Izuku most was her smile; so warm and welcoming.
"You okay, up there?"
Izuku had never talked to a girl before. Never mind a PRETTY girl. With a cute smile!
"Um, da, blah, I...!" Izuku tried to say, his pink cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
The girl simply giggled, picking up his notebook and offering it back. Untangling one of his arms, Izuku took it and gently plopped himself back down to the ground.
"T-t-thank you!" Izuku bowed repeatedly. "I'm sorry for my action!"
The girl giggled again
"Its cool, dude, don't worry!"
"Mina, please don't sneak up on guests." Nia sighed, her infant son giggling.
"Sorry mom." Mina apolgized then offered her hand to Izuku. "Name's Mina Ashido! What's your name?"
His face still blushing, Izuku gently took the hand and shook it
"I-I-I-Izuku Midoriya!" He hurriedly replied. "Nice to meet you, Ashido-san!"
"Oh no need for that! Call me Mina, please!"
The parents chuckled at the scene before a rumbling came and Gordon began to cry.
"Oh dear!" Nia noted, trying to coo her baby as the teens walked forward.
"Gordie, its okay." Mina cooed at her baby brother beofre covering her face. "Hey! Where did Mina go?"
She then opened her face, with her tongue sticking out, but to no avail.
Izuku then stepped forward and started making funny faces at the baby; squishing his cheeks and sticking his tongue out. Gordon soon stopped crying and burst into laughter as Izuku began dancing like a monkey and offered a streched out finger for the baby to play with.
Seeing this, Mina did a handstand with one arm and mirrored Izuku's movements. Soon Gordon's rumbling tummy was all forgotten; the toddler laughing at his sister and the boy who was visiting.
'Well, if UA doesn't work out, I can always become an entertainer.' Izukumused.
The parents smiled in pride of their children before Maji's stomach growled.
"...Dinner?"
It turned out to be a very fun evening; the parents shared stories while Mina dragged Izuku off to show him around. It turns out, she too was a rapid fan...of sci-fi movies, in particular the Alien franchise. Mostky because of her Acid Quirk. So much so that she planned on becoming the heroine Alien Queen.
After seeing that movie with that character, Izuku wouldn't sleep well...but he did admit one thing
"Well, you're certainly prettier than the quee...Oh god, did I say that out loud?"
"Oh, you think I'm pretty huh?" Mina teased with a smile and then a laugh. "Relax, Izu. I'm taking the compliment, don't worry. Sides, your pretty cute compared to the other streching or shape-shifting heroes I know."
Izuku's face exploded into another blush and he began to mumble, getting another laugh from Mina.
Soon enough though, it was time to call it a night.
"Wait a second!" izuku begged his folks. "Mina, are you going to the UA entrance exam?"
"Darn tooting!" She beamed. "You?"
He nodded.
"Well then, see you then!"
Izuku simply smiled and nodded back, not noticing the knowng looks his parents were giving him.
Back at the Ashido residence, Mina admitted to looking forward to seeing Izuku again
MHA
Testing the limits of and training his new power proved to much more trickier than Izuku had thought. His thoughts seemed to be what triggered the changes in his form, often times before he had time to prevent or cancel them...the time he had turned into a car was a particularly bad memory in his mother's eye.
And not an inanimate car, no. Give him a person and Izuku could turn into a flawless copy, provided it seemed, he heard them speak. But when it came to vehicles, his face and clothes were still there. Poor Inko had fainted the few times he tested this at home and Hiashi was pretty darn sure he'd seen those in his nightmares.
Needing to get their boy out of the house, the parents had suggested doing some light cleaning; cleaning up garbage filled streets for a start. But then, an idea came to Hiashi; a beach filled with garbage would make a great place to work.
Now, he did have ulterior motives for this; this was the same beach he propsed to Inko on...and he was 90% sure it was also where his son was...well, you know.
Izuku had loved the idea, and starting from then on, for a few hours before and after school, he would go down to said beach, morphing his form into various pieces of said garbage or otherwise rounding it up to be taken away, which bulit up and or revealed that he was now very strong, eaily able to lift a washing machine over his head for a while.
The boy had actually found an abandoned jeep there and even started to practice how to drive. After scaring his parents a few dozen times, he got it down. Then had come the second stage of his plan; removing all the garbage before the UA entrance exam.
There was just one problem: He didn't have a driver's license. Having narrowly avoided (for now, at least) getting in trouble for trespassing in the events that seemed to have given him this power, Izuku was in no rush to test his luck if a cop pulled him over.
Luckily, having both parents had an unforeseen benefit around this.
Hiashi was more than happy to help his son out. In fact, they ended making some good money selling back certain bits of junk...90% of which Hiashi donated to charities his son out, the other 10% spent on family dinners out. As stated previously, the family wasn't hurting for money, but they never forgot what it was like to have expenses.
About a month after dinner at the Ashido's, Izuku had started to be able to shift his hands into hammers and drills, which he used to break down garbage.
"Ya know, kiddo..." Hiashi mused suddenly. "Punches are cool and all, but you can't tell me that's all your going to be doing, right?"
Izuku blushed.
"Well, fists are usually used in fighting, so yeah, maybe some kicks...But All Might uses those Smashes...!"
"But you're not All Might. Or Edgeshot. Or Tiger." Hiashi said, quickly patting his son on the shoulder to get his attention, his next words filled with support:
"You're Izuku Midoriya. You shouldn't try to be anyone else. Now, I'm not saying you can't take inspiration from them, but...Izu, you're WAY smarter than most folks around here. Certainly me. Don't follow the crowd, stand out! Be smarter than the smartest and toygher than the toughest. And before you say anything; you already are. "
He then let out a breath.
"Sorry, kiddo. Got a little carried away there. " He sheepishly noted, before adding: "You do what you think is best, sport. I just want you to be the best that you can be and I'll help in any way."
The words sunk into the boy's head. and remembering the full extent of his Quirk so far; shapeshiting, stretching, shock absorbtion, super strength...ideas began to form. Hiashi handed his son a notebook and watched as he jotted down ideas.
They then continued for another hour before a great booming laughter caught their attention.
"Well, well! What is this? Cleaning up the beach for a bonding experience? Good to see old fashioned heroism live on."
Their jaws dropped. No sound came from them.
It was the #1 Hero in the world.
"ALL MIGHT?!" The Midioriya father and son shouted in shock.
To be continued...
So, Izuku has met Mina for the first time, has a whole family and is in the midst of training his powers and is now meeting his idol? How will events unfold from here on out?
Tune in next week to find out! Or possible sooner, depends on inspiration. Feel free to offer suggestions. A heads up, a few other characters will be showing up earlier as well...but that's all I'm saying.
Originally, I had planned for the Sludge villain to still attack Izuku (who would have fun taunting him) and for our hero to meet All Might as in canon, but I decided to shake things up a bit.
Major thanks for Raizen1125 for allowing me to use his version of Mina's family for this fic, hopefully they'll make multple appearances in this story.
A huge shout out to all who have followed, favourited and left reviews. It gives me motivation to write and share.
