Trauma changes you... I cannot see him, now that he has changed from the trauma, actually remaining the sweet, lovable kid he was... too much happened...

He actually has confidence... and that is everything.

Also keep in mind that without training, Izuku seems almost innately good at martial arts, flipping Bakugo easily in their first match... if he had applied that skill to actual lessons he would be a beast I think.

I hate how he helped Todoroki in the Tournament arc, like yeah that was a great reason to maim yourself idiot...

And I hate how dumb he gets in the later seasons, blindly running in and making a mess of things more often then not... One For All should have never gone to him, it was a waste...

I am inspired, thanks to Megatronus-Uchiha , by the Ghostmaker and will be using him for stuff.

"AHHH!"

Izuku smirked at his partner grunted, the sound of their flesh smacking into the mat was cathertic to say the least. To his shock, over the last month since he started his new path, he had found that he sort of liked beating others. Not the act of hurting them, but proving he could. Proving that Bakugo was wrong, he was no Deku but instead a capable, powerful person... petty, but it was his reality.

"Are you okay?" he asked his partner, one of many nameless people he had sparred with over the last month. Having learned he had no Quirk, like most people, he was treated with contempt and rudeness, so he never bothered to learn their names. It was his new motto to never give his abusers a damn thing, he had done that with Bakugo for too long to tolerate it.

The man actually growled at him, before throwing himself up. "Again."

" Are you sure?" Izuku wasn't being rude, he had actually learned he was really athletic and good at martial arts. He just picked it up so easy, maybe from years of studying fights... "I don't want to hurt you?"

"Like you could, brat."

But he could... very easily, small and tiny being he was, Izuku progressed faster then anyone in their beginners class to the point his teacher had already approached him to move up to the Moderate level. He had said yes and would begin the next class. Flips were tiring due to his poor strength and stamina, no matter how much it had improved since he started working out, but he enjoyed them so he felt no shame in beating this jerks butt.

He ended up flipping the man five more times before the strain was too much and he had to sit down. The man, who had a quirk that gave him a floating quirk not at all dissimilar to his mom's, glared at him while getting his shoulder wrapped by their sensei.

To Izuku's rare enjoyment, he heard their teacher say. "That is what you get for picking on the best student I have had in years."

"He's a quirkless freak, he has no right being-"

"A fantastic student, a scarily self reliant kid, a naturally talented fighter? Knock it off with your crap or I'll ket him kick you ass some more."

Izuku hid his smirk, realizing a fight wouldn't help him here. He had too much riding on these lessons and as kind as Sensei was, he didn't trust him to not just get rid of him for the sake of simplicity. Too many people had let him down in the past, he wouldn't give anyone any real trust, not again...

Not a soul he had met deserved it at this point...

'Of course, I could beat him with Kickboxing too... I may not be amazing there, too weak really, but I know how to throw a kick and a punch now... soon they will be strong enough to hurt.'

Memories of him beating the crap out of a punching bag hit him. It was a rare catharsis and he dealt with a lot of anger that way, making focusing on his goals so much easier. The confidence he gained from that, his plans working, and finding stuff he excelled in like Judo had helped with his stutter a whole lot which in turn made it harder for people to pick on him at school, if only slightly...

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The cool water of the pool felt amazing as he swam through it. He loved swimming as it turned out, it was how he always ended his sessions, cutting through the water day after day helped him to sculpt his body and cool down all at once. Besides, after a month of hard workouts, he had actually developed some muscles so he didn't mind having his shirt off, it felt nice...

He wondered, at times, if this is what it felt like to be Bakugo...

He would end up spending about an hour in the pool doing laps, exercises and so many other things, many just for fun. It was the most relaxing part of his day...

:::

BANGBANGBANG

Izuku learned, throughout his Sunday lessons, that guns were far harder for him then Judo was. There was no naturally being good at guns, they were hard and it was scary and loud... but he was getting better. He spent three hours shooting various targets... well two hours, since one hour was on gun mantience and safety, each Sunday working to master this new weapon.

He wasn't terrible, to his shock, but he wasn't great either. He was good enough to get a few rounds closer to his target, so it would help in self defense but not much more. If he wanted to use it for hero work he had to be even better... thankfully he had nine more months for that...

Speaking off, he had figured out what weapon he wanted to use for his support weapon! Escrima sticks, sort of like American Police officers and their batons, he found it fitting that Police work had inspired him to better himself once more. The sticks would give him better range, extra strength and if he could make them electric he could doa lot with them. They would also go well with Judo and Kickboxing, if he used them well enough.

He was pretty sure he could actually build them, Daguba beach was filled with all sorts of garbage so he could use it to play around and create things. It wouldn't be impossible to learn how to work with mechanical things and electical things. It would also help him get into Support if he failed to get into the hero program...

Which also lead to a realization he had when searching online forums! Even if he failed the first time, the Sports festival would give him a second chance to get into the Hero program! Learning that was a huge relief, though he in no way relaxed. He just made extra plans for if he failed, giving himself more time to dedicate to becoming the badasas he knew he was inside. Harder training, extra things to learn...

Just in case...

And then there was his gun, he had checked the rules and there was nothing that said he could not use one so he decided to include it alongside his Escrima sticks as a backup. Which meant he had to get better and better, hence his current situation. He would have to get rubber bullets for the Practical exam, so he didn't hurt or kill anyone... and put in a request to bring a gun...

Yeah... like they would allow that, but they would allow deadly Quirks to enter the school...

Sigh...

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As he walked home, Izuku made a mental note of the paths and various things around him. He would be practicing Parkour in the next month, once he got enough stamina, dexterity and speed to capatilize on the various things around him. 'Maybe I should pick up some gymnastics... that might help with some things like agility... '

He was so distracted, he didn't realize he was about to run into somebody until they were both on the ground.

"DEKU!" He gulped for a second, after his head cleared from the fall, realizing that a very pissed Bakugo was in front of him. " Watch where you are going, nerd!"

Fear vanished entirely at that name, he hated being called Deku and he hated being called nerd in that tone. 'You got this, you read on how to deal with bullies... just channel your inner Bakugo!' Taking a deep breathe, he growled. "You walked into me too, jackass." He stood up, brushing himself off as Bakugo lay there gaping. "We both screwed up, so shove it. I don't have time to waste on you."

"Where do you think your going, Deku!"

It was then that the idiot made the mistake of grabbing his shoulder, and a months training kicked in. Without thinking, he shot his leg behind Bakugo's, grabbed the boy's arm and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him hard into the concrete. The idiot let out a pained gasp followed by a horrible wheeze. He looked up in shock, but before he could retaliate, Izuku kneeled on the idiot's diaphram with his knee, driving into him hard making him wheeze again.

"Touch me again and I will snap your wrists. I am done being your Deku. My name is Izuku Midoriya and you will respect me or we will have a problem." He leaned in and whispered something he never could a month ago. Something that would have horrified the Old him. "I wonder how U.A. Would handle knowing about your bullying? I am sure they would love to look at our schools videos if a concerned citizen reported you for the abusive pile of human waste you are?"

Bakugo actually went ramrod straight, horrified and genuinely afraid. " What happened to you?" He whispered after a long silence.

Izuku thought about it and decided to be honest. "You weren't the only one the Slime villian attacked... I learned that Heroes can be just as cruel as the rest of you... and you tried to get me to kill myself. I took a long hard look and decided I was done with it all, all of your shit... Deku is dead, he threw himself off of a roof like you wanted. Izuku is here to stay, so I would advise you not get in my way. Are we clear?"

To his astonishment, Bakugo nodded slowly, an oddly somber and sad light in his eyes.

Izuku stood and started to walk away, not bothering to help the bastard up at all. He had made himself clear...

Deku was dead and gone, the polite boy who let the world walk over him was a thin gof hte past... Izuku was here to stay...

;;;

Bakugo wanted to hyperventilate, getting his ass handed to him so easily by Deku of all people was... horrifiying. He wanted to find the kid and blow him up, but some lignering part of him felt too much doubt and regret for that...

He knew he screwed up, telling him to kill himself...

'There's no way he would report me, I'm his precious Kaachan... or I was... if he did report me, would I really get in? Shit, I need to be careful, I don't know this Deku. He's changed and as much as I hate it, I can't afford for him to even think about going forward with his threats...'

Standing, ignoring the genuine raw pain everwhere, he limped home. He had a lot to think about...

'No... the nerd isn't worth it. He is a pebble in my way, I could crush him at a moments notice. He just caught me off gaurd... no, I have bigger things to worry about. I will get in U.A and I will show that nerd who's the best.'

Reassured once again, he let his head clear and focused once more on his goal.

:::

Watching her son chow down on his food, Inko hid a sense of fear. Something had changed in her baby and she wasn't sure she liked it. Sure she loved how happier and more confident he was, that was always lovely to see, but there was a darkness around him that just wasn't there before. It scared her... she wanted to ask him about it, but she was too afraid to break the rythm of his happiness.

She had seen him looking at himself in the mirror, happy and smiling with pride at his growing bulk. She had seen him walk with a swagger and calm that belied the once cowering and constantly flinching boy he once was. She watched as he excelled in school getting constant perfect grades and still manage to devour books on engineeering, math, science and so many other things she had no idea he would enjoy.

No... she would not interrupt this... not until it became an issue...

She prayed it never would... she had been worried enough when he asked to learn to shoot a gun of all things, she had been worried he would kill or attack his bullies or something to that effect. She had been worried he snapped! However hearing he had considered being a police officer had soothed her nerves, more then she let him know, she never liked his dream to be a hero, it scared her too much to think about. Aftter his first lesson, which was the only one she joined him on, her fear had returned if only due to the solem look in his eyes... the cold stare that had begun to fill her with dread. The same dread she felt when she saw his room, void of hero fanboy things, not a trace of All Might to be seen..

It only added fuel to the fire of her fears and doubts...

His happiness with his Judo success and being moved up so quickly had subsided some of that fear, as she saw her radiant baby's smile once more. It was a beautiful thing to see after being gone for so long...

Would he ever trust her with his change or it's cause? She dearly hoped so... she would always be there for her baby, but she had to know if he was safe, inside and out. She just hoped he would tell her...

One day...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This is so much fun, I hate writing Izuku's old personality, showing him changing from confidence is so much fun! Epiphanies are fun like that as is the effects of trauma, it rewrote who he was and I love that.

I love Inko but she was neglectful, never dealing with his bully issue... unless she didn't know, but if it was as bad as in series... how did she not know?

My favorite part of this chapter was the lack of being called Kaachan, I hate him praising his abuser... it was just... ugh.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.