I spent the night making babies.

It was around 4 in the morning, I was in my garage, soldering an LED onto a pcb when I got a notification on my phone.

"Hey Mei." It read, "Open the garage door." The message had no form of identification. There was no caller ID, not even a phone number , this could only mean one thing.

I lift up the garage door, I try to be quiet as to not wake my parents. The garage door was only around five inches off the ground and I saw a pair of bright red shoes. I put the garage door up in its entirety. A young boy in track pants, a turquoise t-shirt, and a high collar leather jacket stood in front of me. He had green hair and wore sunshades.

"Izuku," I said, "It is four in the morning, why are you wearing sunshades?"

The boy chuckled as he walked into my garage. He takes off the glasses. His right eye is the same green shade. His left, however, was quite different. It was vanta black, save for a bright green dot that acted as a sort of pupil. He pulled the skin beneath the eye down. "Pretty cool, right?"

I inspected his handiwork. "Looks like the procedure went well." I said.

"Thanks, I did it myself."

Izuku was never a rational kid. He was as quick as a whip, but there was always some dark fascination that he had with pushing his body. Two years ago, he was very into bodybuilding. A year ago, he got into robotics. He always liked to push the envelope, but I never thought he would go this far.
"Izuku, what do you want?" I said bluntly. Izuku smirk started to decline as he moved further into the garage. "
"The UA entrance exam is coming in less than a year, and to be quite honest, I don't feel ready." He said. "I snooped around in some of the organizer's files last night. The Exam has been modified by a 'Shouta Aizawa', or Eraser-head . The old exam was just destroying robots." Izuku gestured to his artificial eye, "Which wouldn't be a problem now that I have this. Now it's going to be based on a point based system, where everyone has a badge worth three points, and the people with the most points get in."
"You're a tough guy, you can fight well," I said, "I fail to see the problem here."

Izuku stood over my workbench, cracking his knuckles. "I am decent against people I am used to and your run-of-the-mill delinquents. I have no guarantee that I will be able to fight someone with an unpredictable, or uncounterable quirk."

I placed my hand on my chin, thinking. "I know, ya

"Hmm, maybe. I just don't see how it would be feasible. I am not too keen on something like amputation, and my mom would be suspicious if I suddenly came home with, I don't know, iron hands."

"What about a weapon? Like a sword or something." I say. He nods his head.

"Sounds like a good idea, boss." He said. He looks at me with a cheeky gaze. "What're you working on?

{0}

I walk out of Mei's garage. I wasn't here long, only around 30 minutes. I pull a pack of gum out of my pocket, and stick a stick into my mouth. I am thinking to myself where am I going to find a sword? Or how I'm going to make one.
I saunter down the street. My hands were shoved in my pocket. I continued to chew my gum. The sun slowly peaked over the cluster of buildings to the right of me. Its light slightly warmed the side of my face as I made my way back to my house.

I jumped from the ground to my window and slowly opened it, slipping into my room. If I am going to use a sword, I am going to have to learn how.

I jump over to my computer. I run a special application I cooked up; it turns motion-captured movements into neural patterns. On another monitor, I opened up another application, this one let me recreate the neuro-kinetics.
I open up a bunch of tabs on my browser. I am searching every sword-fighting technique I can think of: Shinkage-Ryu, HEMA, even sword-based heroes.

My mom goes to work in another four hours, and it is probably going to take me eight hours minimum. I can fake sick, or just hide in my room. Whatever the case, I should probably change out of what I am wearing right now.

{0}

Izuku Midoriya.

The name is like venom in my mouth. We wasn't always such a dick-weasel. When we were kids, at like eight years old or so, he was so much more tolerable. He was a little bitch, but at least he knew his place.
I don't know what Happened to him, maybe it was something at home that just pushed him too far. Maybe we messed with him too much, but something inside him snapped.

I remember it like it was yesterday, it was three years ago. We were 14 at the time. We were walking home from school, the air smells of tobacco and car smoke. Izuku, no, Deku stared at me, a dark smile crept across his face.
"You know, I've been thinking..." Deku started talking. He stood still. "You're a real piece of shit." The words came out calmly. This was usual, Deku never speaks like this. I noticed his body language, one hand was in his pocket, the other hand was behind his back.
He lunged at me, tackling me to the ground. "Deku, you dumb fu-" he punches me several times in the mouth before I finish my sentence. I give him a blast to the stomach, sending him hurtling into a wall behind him. The bricks cracked from the impact.
Deku's body fell to the ground, he coughed up a few spurts of blood. "I am not afraid of you kacchan!" He wheezed. He pulled himself up. Stumbling, he started to charge at me.
A high kick to the side of his temple knocked him out. As his body slammed onto the ground, I stood there shocked. Deku, Deku of all people just tried to fight me. He lost, but it is still unbelievable how a useless little shit like him even mustered up the courage to pull a stunt like this.

I woke him up, Auntie Inko would flip if Deku stayed out past his curfew. Deku slowly pulled his eyes open, a bruise and a gash formed a small stripe on the left side on his face. "Don't be more of an idiot, Deku," I said, "You couldn't beat me if you tried."

After that day, Deku started acting very strangely. He cut his hair, started going to the gym, and started hanging out with people from other schools. He is acting like he can all of a sudden rule the world, and I am getting sick of it.

Yesterday, while my hag of a mom and auntie Inko were talking, the little shit knocked on my door, "Howsit, Homeslice." He said. The little bitch was trying to taunt me, I thought after all the times I kicked his ass that he would learn his lesson.
I grabbed him by the jacket, raising him up. Deku was wearing a cheap pair of sunglasses. It is not the first time he wore them. I noticed something about his left eye. It was like it wasn't even there; white sclera and a green pupil was replaced with a deep pit, with nothing but a single green light standing out of the darkness.
"Deku, what the fuck are you doing at my house?" I said, "I told you not to come here!"
Deku grabbed my wrists, his hands were like vices around them. "C'mon, are we going to fight now, or are we going to chat?" He jabs me in the neck, and with his free hand, pushes me away.
This shithead's aboug to die I think as I prep my hands. I feel the ignition mechanism tense in my hand as I try to enforce every ounce of restraint that I have. My hands burst, propelling me at him at blinding speeds. Suddenly, he teleports behind me and strikes me on the neck.
I wake up to my mother spraying me with water out of a spritz bottle. It was cold, almost as cold as her gaze.
"Katsuki, would you mind explaining to me why you are knocked out on the porch?"

{0}

I overestimated the amount of time it took to map out all of sword fighting techniques and interpret them. It took me seven hours, fifty four minutes, and twenty one seconds.
I insert the micro-USB within the port that is behind my neck. The information pours into me like tea into a cup. I felt electricity, a tingle, run down my spine and my veins as the lines of code entered my form. The sheer volume of the skills gave me a slight headache.. At the end of it, my mind was silent.

I went down stairs and grabbed a broom. I was a bit lighter than what I expected, but I slowly calibrated to its weight. I release a few clean strokes of my wooden broom. I switch from kendo to fencing. My actions flowed smoothly, each attack moving into the next. Content with how well I managed to install the skill. I set the broom down. and go out the front door.

It is only around 11am, I am walking through the streets of Musutafu, nearing its outskirts. I am wearing my eyepatch, I have to make sure that my ace in the hole isn't revealed yet. I arrived at a deserted park. Sitting on a bench, I see one of my closest friends.
"Hey, Sato!" I say. This catches his attention, causing him to look up to me.

"Yo! Midoriya!" He replies.

Sato is a big guy. He's around 6'1 in height (a full 6 inches taller than me!), His extremities were thick, and his torso was robust. You could tell, just by looking at him, that he was a bruiser.

I walk close to him, bringing up my hand. He grasps it mid-air, pulling me in for a hug. "Is everyone here?" I ask.

Sato nods, "The gang's all here, and so is her's."

A smile stretches across my face as I start to crack my knuckles.

"Let's do this!"