Hello Everyone! I'm back with another chapter! Just so you know, this chapter does have some more mature content. I'm not going to go into details, but I have to give a warning about assault of the sexual variant. Please don't jump to conclusions, nothing bad happens, I just want to give extra precautions.

Anyway, lets continue on with the story!

Warning: This story contains slow build shounen-ai in the future. Don't like, don't read. Hitoshi/Izuku

*I do not own Boku No Hero Academia or any of its Characters. Any OCs are my ideas, so please no stealing or I will reap your soul.*

Chapter 2: Chou

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Izuku Midoriya walked to kenjutsu practice with a smile on his face, his eyes shining with determination. He'd been practicing for months and today was his belt test.

After his talk with Bushido Blade, Izuku realized that the man was right and that he needed to get stronger if he ever wanted to be a hero. With that, he decided he needed training and went to practice on anything he could find.

He would go to the park and do little things like push ups or sit-ups, and under Bakugou's idea, decided that punching trees would help him.

It didn't though, and his Kaa-san was horrified after he came back one day with bloodied knuckles and ruined clothes.

After cleaning up her son, Inko talked with Izuku and Izuku told her about wanting to be a hero. The boy explained his talk with the samurai and the need to get stronger. While his Kaa-san was in support for his dream, she decided he wasn't allowed to punch trees anymore and didn't want him getting hurt.

Izuku of course complained and begged for approval to continue his practicing. How was he going to get stronger if he didn't train?

With that, Inko compromised with her teary eyed son and told him that if he wanted to train, then they would find him a real place to do so. She left it to Izuku to find out where to learn. She knew how brilliant her son was when it came to that kind of stuff.

She however didn't agree with his choice of Dojo.

Kenjutsu, or sword combat simply put, terrified her. The idea of her son playing with swords struck her in the heart like a knife and she was ready to refuse on the spot.

But a teary eyed Izuku managed to convince her to at least bring him to the Dojo once before making her final decision. It was there that she spoke with the Dojo's sensei, Tadashi Ryuhaki, and how Izuku wouldn't be working with real blades for years.

It relieved some of the tension in her heart, but she still decided to watch the first few practices for her son's safety. Her son would get knocked down, or a bruise every once in a while, but from what she could tell by his enthusiastic smile and the look in his eyes, he was happy with what he was doing, even if it hurt a little bit.

After the fifth practice, she knew her son was in a good place. She reluctantly allowed him to continue going and now the past few months of work was going to pay off for the small boy.

Izuku made his way to the center of ring, staring down his opponent with calculating eyes.

While he wasn't one to make negative opinions of people, he found Nonako to be an absolute meathead. The eleven year old never practiced his stances or katas, and often decided for brute force instead. He was dirty in combat, and disregarded the honor code of Bushido and its teachings. Then again, there was a reason he was still a white belt.

Izuku didn't even know why the older kid was in Kenjutsu. Maybe his parents made him.

"Seriously, I have to fight a runt? This'll be easy." Nonako pointed his bamboo practice sword at the eight year old, thinking it was a sure victory.

Izuku planned to prove him wrong.

"Hajime!" Their sensei yelled.

The older boy charged forward, slashing straight down when he got in range of Izuku.

However, Izuku was much smaller than himself and easily avoided it. With a quick re-position, he placed the edge of his own shinai on the boy's neck, signifying a clean hit.

"Point, Midoriya." Izuku nodded to himself. Four more points to go. "Nonako, please refrain from such brash actions. Remember that patience breeds more results than recklessness." Their sensei admonished.

Nonako growled a little bit and two belt testers took their place once more from across each another.

Izuku took a deep breath and relaxed. He could do this. If he remained calm and remembered his training, he would be successful.

"Hajime!"

This time, Nonako didn't charge, rather, he circled around Izuku, looking for an opening.

Izuku prepped himself and waited. It didn't take long for his opponent to come at him again, though this time it was different.

Because of the closeness, Izuku had no time to dodge and was forced to block. While he had good technique, the older boy easily beat him in strength.

Manako knocked his blade from his hands with a shove and pushed him to the ground. It should have stopped their, but the older boy decided to step on his arm for good measure.

"Nonako, cease such actions. You are both equals in the ring, and it is shameful to stoop to such a low degree." The boy didn't seem to care for Tadashi's words at all. His sensei sighed. "Point, Nonako."

Izuku felt the slight pain in his arm, but refused to give up. He knew he was smaller, and weaker, but he was ready to go to the next step, and if that meant beating Nonako, then he would do so...

"Point, Midoriya."

"Point, Nonako."

"Point, Nonako."

"Point, Midoriya."

"Point, Nonako."

"Point, Midoriya."

Izuku was tired and sore. Whenever his fellow trainee got the chance, he would try to hurt Izuku in some way. He hit his hands with his sword, knocked him in the gut, or even tried to stab him with the un-sharpened bamboo.

"Final Point, whoever receives this point shall win the fight." Their sensei said with power in his baritone voice.

Izuku was ready. He didn't care if he was in pain or that his hands were red from use, he didn't want to loose. He couldn't loose. If he failed here, then he was slipping up on one of his first steps to become a hero. He needed to do this, for Bushido.

"Hajime."

Izuku took the offensive, using slow movements and clocking side to side before charging in. While he was faster and more skilled, the downside was his size, meaning his reach was lower than his enemy's and he was weaker.

Nonako blocked his hit, but Izuku was quick to move onto the next hit, making sure to keep the pressure on the older boy.

It seemed his method was working, as he saw the frustration build on Nonako's face.

Izuku dodged a questionable hit for his groin, and continued his assault. He aimed for where his sensei always told him to hit during spars. Thighs, stomach, kidneys, shoulders, and feet.

Izuku felt his previous pains of the other rounds return, but he refused to give in. He didn't want to loose this chance to be successful and get past his first hurdle.

However, he slowed down the tiniest bit and his opponent saw it. With a heavy slice, Izuku was forced to block once again. He could feel his legs and arms begin to give out from under him. Nonako was smirking at him, and for some reason, it drove him over the edge. Izuku knew he couldn't win in strength, so it had to be somewhere else.

With a quick glance, he looked for weaknesses, hoping so see a flaw he could exploit. His legs were burning, and he felt like he would be on his knees soon. Nonako was enjoying this too much.

It was then that Izuku saw his chance and went for it. Sliding his hands up, he ducked down and avoided the pressure of the older boy's attack, managing to slide under his overly wide stance.

With his opponent's balance being questionable, Izuku took Nonako's foot out from under him with a swipe of his blade.

Standing up, Izuku pointed his wooden blade at the back of Nonako's neck, signifying his victory.

"Point, Midoriya."

Izuku's lungs were on fire, his body was a mess, and his sweat was pouring off him, but all the same, he smiled.

Looking to his side, Izuku glanced at his still downed opponent and offered him a tired hand. Nonako looked at the hand for a moment before taking it, a scowl on his face, but accepting the offer none the less.

Izuku almost didn't see it, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sensei nod to his actions and Izuku smiled to himself. Just because his opponent fought a little unfair didn't mean he deserved to be shamed.

And apparently, his sensei thought the same thing.

Walking out of the dojo in a blue belt never felt more satisfying.

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Four Years Later

Izuku curled the 20 kg dumbbells in his hands, going in sets of twenty each. The burn was intense and he felt like his arms were going to explode.

Ever since he got his Kaa-san to agree a few weeks ago, he started physical training to get himself into better shape. He only had less than three years to be ready for his dream school, and that meant he had to be ready for anything they threw at him.

Izuku was hoping to get stronger each day, even if only a little. He knew when to give it a break, and to let his body relax, but whenever he had the chance he was running, at kenjutsu,at the gym, or practicing his techniques in the mirror. It might sound embarrassing but one wrong move can lead to imbalance, and imbalance leads to falling and losing your live.

It seems weird for a twelve year old to think like this, but he had a goal in mind, and nothing was going to stop him. He understood that his dream would be laughed at, and that's why he pushed so hard, so he can prove himself, and prove why he deserved to be a hero. A protector. A savior to those who needed help.

If he wanted to be a hero, then he was going to need to put in ten times the work of any quirk user. Izuku placed the dumbbells down and went to the bench press, putting the weight at 40 kg.

He still had a long way to go, but he was well on his way.

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Two Years Later

Watching a fight between a large villain and a rookie hero was a boy at 5' 3", curly green hair, and a notebook firmly in his hand as he wrote down everything he could about the hero and his ability to produce wood and bark at ease.

He held back his muttering, knowing it would only garner unneeded attention. He simply stuck to drawing out the man's wooden covered head and the design of his body before going into details on his powers.

When Izuku finally looked up once more from his analysis, the rookie hero, known as Kamui Woods, was going in for his special move. With the expansion of his arm, the hero was hoping to bind the giant villain in a tree hold and subdue his attacks until the police arrived. In Izuku's mind, it was a good way to reduce collateral and keep the villain from hurting more people.

That was until a giant woman came in out of nowhere and began showing everyone what she was made of, mainly her impressive ass-ets. Then the rain of photos began, ignoring the downed villain who made a new crater in the road.

It was then that Izuku Midoriya walked off, completely disappointed by the lackluster ending. He was actually hoping to see Kamui Woods capture the monster man, but alas, it was taken by someone else. While he still enjoyed the actions of many heroes, he could already tell this giant new girl was only in it for fame, as her first objective after knocking out a villain was to look coy and wiggle her money maker. He was already down the street from the incident and he could still hear her going off about her rear and her 'impressive' skills.

He sighed. Just another day.

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"Since it's your third year, it's time for you to start thinking seriously about your futures. I'll pass out handouts for your future plans now,... but you're all pretty much planning on going into the hero course, right?" Everyone began to dance around with their quirks, trying to out-do each other as they cheered in happiness.

"Sensei, don't lump me in with these rejects." A growl of a voice came from the back of the room. Everyone turned to the owner with anger, obviously not happy with the term 'rejects.'

Several began to scream in outrage at the boy's statement, but their sensei looked at the student at the center of attention and looked down at his clipboard. "Oh right, Bakugou, you're planning on going to UA, right?" The student in question jumped up onto his desk with a cocky grin.

"That's right, I aced the mock test. I'm the only one at this shitty school that could possibly get into UA." Izuku ignored the blond's spiel about becoming better than All Might and how he would be the new number one. It was obvious that the explosion user didn't understand who the number one hero was if he was basing it solely off of strength.

All Might had what Bakugou would never: a good heart and a sense of justice. It was evident he didn't have those qualities by his constant putting down of anyone who threatened his dreams of being the best.

"Oh ya, Midoriya wanted to go to UA too." Their teacher called out, much to the curly haired boy's chagrin.

Everyone looked back at the quirkless student with laughter and disbelief. It was obvious that they didn't believe he could do it.

Izuku Midoriya was wearing the school's classic uniform, his somewhat baggy clothes hiding the years of experience built up underneath.

He had grown his hair out a bit. It was still big and curly, but now it reached a few centimeters past his shoulders, looking like a wave of thick green curls. Some would call it strange, even feminine, but he enjoyed the length.

All in all, he didn't look intimidating in the slightest, but then again, that was what he was going for while in school.

"Deku!" Izuku avoided the stinging explosion of Bakugou's hand, though he backed away from the blond. "You're below the rest of these rejects. How can you stand in the same ring as me?!"

Izuku mentally sighed. Just another day at Aldera Middle School.

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Izuku made his way out of the classroom with a quick pace. He knew better than to stay behind and be at the mercy of kids who used their quirks for fun.

Passing through other students, his lack of height, even if he didn't like it, came into use. He was able to avoid the eyes of a certain blond classmate who was obviously looking for him. The explosive boy was looking around with anger, his friends backing him up.

Bakugou was probably still miffed about the whole going to UA thing. Izuku knew he would have to deal with it eventually, but he didn't have time today. He needed to get to practice and master his forms. He only had ten months until the entrance exams.

Making his way out of the school, Izuku saw Bakugou at the front of the gates and knew the blond was most likely waiting for him to get out. Luckily Izuku knew another way to the dojo.

Going to the side of the school, Izuku made his way past a small koi fish pond and through a half pipe tunnel.

He still needed to go through his kata's with sensei and focus his abilities with his blade. He did well enough with combat using the katana, it was the use of the blunt side that through him off. The weight proportions were a bit off when the curved blade was turned and it made him miss every now and then during spars.

He knew better than to kill in the name of justice, but using the side of his blade to knock someone out was still somewhat difficult, due to the differences between cutting forward and hitting with the back or side.

He was running short on time and needed to continue his training. He didn't want to make a mistake when he became a real hero. Lives were important and he couldn't make mistakes f he wanted to become one.

Izuku stopped his movement, the sounds of liquid building up behind him.

Quickly turning, he found a strange gelatinous creature pour out of a sewer drain, its large yellow eyes staring at him with a wicked look.

"A medium sized invisibility cloak."

Izuku dodged the creature's attempt to capture him, the sludge not expecting him to do so, judging by the look in its eyes. Izuku wanted to get away from this thing as soon a possible. It was obviously after him for a 'disguise' of some sorts, and from the looks of it, it was completely made of a strange substance. It got out of the drain with not problem, meaning it could morph its body any way it wanted and didn't care about physical damage.

That didn't fare well for him.

Izuku dodged another charge from the sludge, using his keen eyes and other forms of observation to watch its every move.

He hear the slime's tentacles come at him from the side, so he dodged. It sent several from the front, forcing him to slide under them. The creature continued its assault, but Izuku was avoiding the attacks, though with difficulty.

'I can't keep this up much longer. This thing is fast and I'm bound to slow down eventually, then it'll make it's final move. I need to get out of this area and find some help, maybe a hero with a quirk effective against liquid.

Izuku jumped off the ground, flying over the sludge villain. He twisted his body around and was upside down, his feet hitting the ceiling. Izuku took that moment to shoot towards the exit, an angered monster following behind him.

It was then that Izuku was grabbed from the foot and he couldn't pull it off him. He remained cool, but inside he was screaming.

He was caught.

"You know you move really well brat. It'll really help me out when I take your body." Izuku saw the slime come towards his face. Thinking of the worse scenario, Izuku bit his mouth shut, not caring if he might bleed a little bit. He tucked his neck in and shut off any forms of airflow from his nose, knowing what this thing was likely to do.

Izuku was enveloped by a mass of slime, the creature poking at any ways to enter his body. It ran along his face and over his mouth.

"Oi, brat, you better open up! That faster this goes, the less pain you'll be in." Izuku knew this thing didn't care about his well being. It was a ruse. Izuku felt liquid enter his nose, but it hit the block and was forced to stop. It tried to slid in between his lips, but he refused to budge.

The slime continued to push against his mouth and nose, but he held his breath and stood firm. Izuku thought happy thoughts tried to relax his mind, knowing that if he didn't calm down, he would be forced to breath sooner.

"You know, you're really annoying brat. I was trying to be nice, but I have another way in." Izuku thought it meant his ears or eyes, but then he felt slime soak his pants. Izuku's eyes widened in fear when he felt it crawl up his calves.

Oh god, please no.

"I didn't want to do this, but I'm in a rush. Don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt... too much." Izuku knew he needed to be brave but he couldn't help but quiver at the look in the villain's eyes. It made him want to open his mouth and give in, but he knew that's what it wanted.

He was running out of oxygen and he felt his lungs were going to collapse any moment. He didn't know what to do, it was a no win situation.

He felt slime crawl under his clothes and he tensed up. Izuku let his cool attitude falter. Tears began to streak down his cheeks and he prayed for someone, anyone to help him.

Please, anything but this! He felt the unwanted feeling crawl closer and closer, wrapping him in fear and hysteria.

PLEASE!

The drain that the villain came out of blew open, a massive figure stepping out of it and staring down the sludge.

"Fear not, for I am here!" Izuku's eyes widened at the sight of the hero. It couldn't be...

All Might.

The sludge's eyes mimic's Izuku's with equal shock. It sent out an attack at the hero, but the giant blond dodged it and reared his arm back as another came at him.

"Texas Smash!" The attack blew away the villain in a blast of air, releasing his victim.

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief, air filling his lungs once again. Landing on the ground in a heap, he shook off the disgusting slime on his body, trying to remove any of the foul taint on him.

There was even some in his pants. Izuku bit his lip and shook his legs violently, expending the horrid liquid that oozed out. Izuku wanted to ball up, but took slow breaths to stop the actions.

He was okay now. It was safe.

"I'm glad you're okay." All Might smiled at Izuku, who was trying comprehend everything. "I'm sorry about getting you caught up in my fight, but I just moved here and wasn't prepared for such an incident on my day off." All Might began to laugh into the air before running towards the spatters of villain on the ground. Izuku was left in shock, his mind spinning in circles at who just spoke to him and what just happened.

It was All Might!

The number one hero!

His idol!

He saved his life!

Izuku turned his head to see the hero emptying soda bottles and filling them with the disgusting goop of the villain, shutting the cap on it and sealing it shut.

It was really him. One of the few who inspired him to be a hero. The smiling Symbol of Peace itself.

This was his chance. Izuku pushed all thoughts away from his mind and walked forward. He needed to ask. If anyone knew anything about heroes, it was the number one himself.

"All Might!" The man turned around with his signature smile.

"Oh, you can walk, that's good! I'm sorry I disregarded you for a moment, but I had to make sure this villain was sealed up first." Izuku nodded at the statement.

His logical mind was telling him that saving someone usually came first before the villain (2), but Izuku pushed those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time for hero analyzing. "I-It's fine, I just wanted to ask you something." Izuku looked up at the hero, who placed the bottles of villain in his loose side pocket. It didn't seem very safe.

"I must take this villain to the police as soon as possible, so please ask your question quickly." All Might said with a smile, staring down at the much smaller, slime soaked boy.

Izuku took a breath. "Can someone without a quirk become a hero?"

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End Chapter

Yeah, the slime wasn't willing to wait around to take Izuku over with the threat of All Might coming in. I know it's pretty early on, but it will have significance later in the story.

I'm sure that you're wondering what will happen with All Might next chapter, but don't be crazy about it.

Anyway, there is more to come, so I hope you stay tuned for the net chapter.

Until next time, see ya!