Sup! New Story.
I kinda know what I'm doing?
Whatever, Enjoy!
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The air outside was chilly, the type of cold that forced the walking citizens of Musutafu to take precaution of the temperature. No one in sight could be seen without some form of protective clothing to shield them from the wintry wind.
Wool mittens and gloves were pulled over frigid fingers and palms. Long pants were worn to trap the heat around their legs. Even with cold floating around in the air like a boat in water with no motor or oars, the sun was peeking over the clouds trying to shine down what heat it could.
The rays of the yellow sun beat down upon the busy commuters of the early morning. The comfort of the sun was meager and dismal as it overlooked the population, dismal because it hovered above acting like it would stave off the chill in the air for all the people down below. It pretended like it would complete everyone's desire that morning but did not.
The more optimistic people of the city believed that the sun was not mocking, but foreshadowing to less cold as the hours of the day would pass on.
The either comforting or annoying sun shined its rays nevertheless upon the people of Musutafu. The rays reached far and wide. They reached the early morning frost that created a white canopy of the green blades of grass across the environment.
The shine beat down upon buildings, brick building, metal building, all built by the laborers and construction workers of the city. It produced an almost nonexistent glare from civilians' phones if they moved the device at a certain angle.
The rays led into a tiny circular window with no curtain. The window seemed to be perfectly situated to have a perfect diagonal line inside. The window had been built at foot level to be the only source of air and/or light inside the square basement.
The diagonal line of the sun beat down upon a black-with-green-tips-haired boy that laid fast asleep.
The ray of light revealed much in the otherwise dark room.
A white mattress with a sloppily put on dark green bed sheet wrapped around it laid in the corner of the basement on the floor. The mattress was on the ground due to the lack of a bed frame or headboard.
Strewn on top of the sleeping furniture was the previously mentioned boy. Face facing the ceiling with his limbs unceremoniously angled the boy snored. Due to the untidy set up of his limbs, the black blanket covering the boy was marginally actually covering him.
The blanket half covering the boy and half not. His entire upper body exposed to the warm air inside the basement. His right hand laid to the right of his head next to his ear. Left hand laid on the boy's abdomen semi curled up into a fist. The boy's shirt had hiked up to just below his rib cage presumably by tossing and turning during his slumber. The shirt's state being altered left the boy's abdomen exposed showing off lean muscle in the form of abs on his lower torso.
The boy slept peacefully, in blissful silence. The birds outside sang their morning songs in the forms of chirps outside. Both essences of noise were interrupted by a relatively loud beeping noise.
The boy awoke with a start. He yelped out of his sleep quickly turned his head to his right. Once he recognized where the noise came from the boy sucked in a fistful of air and slowly released it as to calm the pounding of the heart in his chest.
Now fully awake the boy lifted his right hand high the air and face the inside of his wrist towards him. With a quick but tired movement of his left hand, it shot up from its original position and gripped the device attached to the boy's wrist. With a small amount of pressure on his index finger, he pressed down on a button on the right side of the time-telling device. Well, his right anyway.
After taking a moment to process his morning debacle he released a tired groan. Following the groan was a long and wide yawn that extended the reaches of his mouth.
Strengthening his resolve he groggily fluttered his eyes open until they were wet from the tears his yawn had produced. Occupying his time with an intense staring contest with the ceiling before relented to the defeat and sitting up.
Letting out another weary yawn while stretching his stiff limbs to and fro he picked himself out of bed and stood in the center of the room, but not without exhaling a defeated sigh from his mouth.
Figuring that today just wasn't his day he opted to do a water-downed version of his daily morning exercises. Normally he would consume the time by doing one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, three-minute planks on all three sides, a ten minute run outside around the neighborhood, but before all that he had to do his stretches. Stretching is amazing for the body. You can get really hurt if you don't stretch.
He decided to do everything but the ten minute run around the neighborhood and the planks. With the other activities forgone he then set out to get prepared and then started.
He walked over to the closet in the corner of the room, grabbed onto the cold knob and slid it open. Stripping himself down until he was in the same clothes as a newborn baby he grabbed the clothes he had to wear today. He stuffed the dirty and discarded pajamas in the small hamper located in the closet.
He chose his school uniform to wear today. Although it wasn't so much as chose as it was had to wear. He didn't own many different articles of clothing so his practically all-black school uniform was his only choice. He had to wear it anyway because it was the school rules to wear the uniform while there but even so he had like no other clothing.
Putting the black pants and a black blazer over his shoulder he pulled out a white button-down shirt and All Might boxers. Izuku didn't usually have any fancy underwear or really any fancy clothing at all.
He had saved up for the All Might underwear because he somewhat admired the man. How could he not admire him? The man kept a smile on his face no matter what. Even when he was facing adversity his smile never faltered and even though he was amazing at hiding it behind the smile the boy could tell sometimes All Might was afraid. Even when experiencing fear All Might's smile never leaves and that was admirable.
The boy had also saved up his money to be able to afford something else. His favorite and only sneakers. The red high topped shoes that kind of matched his hair. The only reason he had to save up for them is because of how rare the red shoes were. They were based on designs made hundreds of years ago.
The price was a little higher than most because of the rarity and history behind the shoe but nevertheless, the boy saved up the money and bought them. He bought them about one or two years ago. Surprisingly they still fit, the boy didn't grow too much.
He wasn't that tall either maybe five foot four, or five inches. It was probably from genetics. His mother was never tall either.
With all of his clothing draped over his shoulder, he slowly moved from his closet to a lone chair with wheels that sat towards the middle of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped the clothing on the chair and reached with his left hand for his right wrist. With skill he found the backside of the watch and using the fingers with his left hand he squeezed and turned the piece of the device holding it locked onto the wrist. A click was heard before he tossed the now dangling watch on the chair.
Turning around he returned to the closet and snatched a bathing towel from inside. Wrapping it around his waist and tied two ends together making it secure.
He walked over to an open spot in the room where nothing would get in his way while he did his morning exercises.
Starting with stretches he began to move his arms and legs by bending, twisting and extended all his limbs to get the kinks out and pop and free his locked joints. After he was finished with all his stretches he bent his back backward flexing his lats, causing a rippling cracking noise to erupt from his back signifying that he had successfully cracked and stretched his back.
Onto the one hundred push-ups.
He situated himself on the floor with his arms at his sides around chest level and his legs outstretched leaving his covering in the air but the palm of his hands and his toes.
Forty reps using both legs, thirty reps while having his left leg over his right leg and another thirty reps with his right leg over his left leg instead.
By the time he had finished sweat was already starting to form beads on his brow. He wiped the sweat away from his eyes and transitioned to the sit-up position. Taking a second to catch his slightly fast-paced breathing he set out to accomplish his last task.
Plant the feet, keep your fingers locked together and placed behind your head. The boy has done these exercises so many times it is literally muscle memory. Keeping count in his head to breathing a sigh of relief once he got to one hundred, he got up off the floor and readjusted his towel before heading to his small bathroom.
He entered the bathroom fit for only a toilet, a sink and a tub big enough for someone slightly bigger than him to comfortably sit in. That is if he took baths, which he did not.
Sliding the towel off and carefully hanging it in a hook he turned the shower handle. There were red lines and a red 'H' pointing to the right indicating to turn it right if the water was not hot enough. On the opposite side were blue lines and a blue 'C' to show the opposite meaning of the right side.
Turning the handle to the right a little bit caused the water to higher in temperature but not enough to burn. The boy wasn't in the mood for a cold shower right now.
He only took cold showers when he had a headache or was uncomfortably hot. Now was not the time to take a cold shower because he did not have a headache nor was he uncomfortably hot not to even mention how chilly it already is outside.
He stepped into the warm water and grabbed his bar of soap. He rigorously ran the green bar of soap between his hand and the black loofah he owned. With the addition of occasionally dunking it into the stream of water from above, it quickly started to foam the common white of soap.
With his body squeaky clean he moved onto his shampoo and conditioner that would clean his scalp. He lathered his hands with the common white suds before making sure his head had no more dandruff flakes left. His hair would smell like the scent the bottle promised.
The boy picked the bottle again on turned the label towards his bright green read what his head would be smelling like exactly.
The copper white sticker on the front read 'Fresh Air!'.
The boy thought about what that meant. What exactly did fresh air smell like? Well, he had a relative understanding of what it smelt like, and it smelt good but one, how can you really pinpoint that? And two, how in the world did someone make it a scent of a hair product?
This information shouldn't really surprise the boy. Quirks can be so crazy sometimes they make you contemplate reality. Well for the boy really understood what reality at its lowest really was.
Seeing as to how he's quirkless and how like eighty percent of the entire world has a quirk. He's really down to earth in the quirk aspect, not having one really puts them into perspective.
The boy rested his back against the wall closest to the water spout and let the warm water cascade down and through his hair. The solace of the water opened up his mind to his thoughts.
He started thinking about how the rest of his day was going to go.
He would go to his middle school down the street and learn just about nothing new. Even though the boy was in the last semester of his first year at Aldera Middle School he might as well have been a grade ahead of everyone.
Since he was quirkless none of the teachers paid attention to him. He got to do whatever he wanted so long as he didn't blatantly break the rules. Even with his privileges, he was still unsatisfied because being at least acknowledged, even in a bad way, is better than not being acknowledged at all.
Him not being even a person to his teachers led to him having to teach everything he didn't know to himself and eventually he would get so caught up in the subject that he would study and learn things he wasn't even learning at the moment.
He picked up a slight fascination with quirks. Maybe it was because he himself didn't have one knowing about how everyone elses quirk looked, was used, advantages, disadvantages, how to stop them or how to improve them was just amazing. He mostly focused on heroes because no one else was really supposed to be using their quirk besides them. It was illegal to use your quirk without a license but it wasn't really enforced unless you became a villain. He had books on top of books of notes on different heroes and villains. He spent most of his school day just writing in those books and sometimes he would get paid for his information. There was this one online guy named 'FluffyN' that paid a good amount of money but he liked his notes and took time to copy day again just to give it away. He didn't do much in the school day, not that the teachers cared.
In all honesty, it came down to his teachers and their neglect but sitting around and blaming others never got him anywhere. Ever.
He had to take control of his life and pick up some responsibility. Like how he has to go to work today after classes.
He picked up two jobs to keep himself sustained and pay for the rent of his room. He needed both jobs or he would be late on rent, not have food in his belly and have to dent his savings for a real apartment.
He was saving up for a real place to stay by the time he got into high school. He couldn't live in this woman and her family's basement forever. He had to get into U.A. High's General Education program and get good enough credits to get a well-paying job for even a quirkless person.
He had no lofty goals. The boy just wanted to mold his life to be his own and take control of what others tried to ruin. Others had tried to ruin his life before he even had a chance to start it but he will do what he wants with his life, with his own power.
To accomplish that he didn't mind the two jobs. They were quality jobs that paid as much as any other part-time job but he was truly lucky to have found them.
His first workplace was the same shoe store he bought his own shoes from. The owner was a short man with slicked-back midnight black hair and lots of wrinkle lines on his face. The man clearly over fifty wore a dark blue suit that matched with his eyes to give a youthful look but it did t really fool anyone. The boy never said anything because the man was nice.
He had given the boy a job even though the boy was quirkless.
A lot of people hold contempt for the quirkless for no reason but to try and feel powerful. The man knew that fact and yet he still hired the poor boy.
Well, the boy was stuck in the back stacking shoe boxes but the man had looked past the fact he has no quirk and offered him a job. The man liked the person, not the quirk.
The boy had gotten the job when he came in looking for the red shoes he owns now. He walked and asked the working employee if they had the shoes in stock and when he got a confusing and unsure answer he asked for the owner. The owner was ecstatic to hear that a so-called "youngster" was interested in the "old gems of my day". They talked for a while on old shoes that had style but were never used as footwear because of their age.
Eventually, the man had offered the boy a job saying he could use someone with good knowledge on the right shoes. The boy hung his head in shame as he told him of his predicament. When the man said that it didn't matter the boy thought he was dreaming.
He still had that job to this day and he was paid well for it. Enough for him to be able to successfully survive with the combination of his second paycheck.
The second paycheck came from his second job. The job wasn't terrible, all he had to do was place random items on shelves. The job was located at a convenience store. A simple, average-sized convenience store with a very wide range of items. There was no limit to what was in the store.
The boy was confident that he only got the job because the owner of the store was practically blind as a bat and probably born when quirks were still relatively new. The old woman had barely listened to a word he said before hiring him.
He didn't mind it because the woman was extremely nice and paid him well enough. He was the definition of a grandmother. She wore a fuzzy pink cardigan and baggy blue pants. She also carried the distinct smell of cats.
Regardless he appreciated the jobs he was given. His employers may be… odd but they were kind enough to hire someone who is essentially an outcast.
His fingers started to prune from the relentless water exiting the showerhead. Not needing to stay in the shower any longer he turned the shower handle back to its previous position, stopping the running water.
Sliding the curtain back and stepping out onto the cold floor he had to suppress a shiver. Wrapping the towel around his waist and tying it tight once again he opened the door and exited to the main area of his living quarters.
Grabbing his laid out clothing he set to the task of putting them on and getting ready for the rest of his day.
Fully dressed, he walked over to his mini kitchen. In all honesty, it was less a kitchen and more of a counter connected to the wall. It could qualify as a kitchen of sorts because of the refrigerator, sink, and microwave that was situated in the minuscule area.
Gripping the handle of the refrigerator's lower part he swung it open and reached in to grab a wrapped up loaf of bread along with a bar of cream cheese. Untying the plastic wrapping over the bread he pulled out two pieces and secured them in between his teeth before retying the plastic and storing the bread in the fridge.
He cut a piece of a paper towel and laid the nutritious pieces of food on it while reaching below him with his hand and opening up a drawer to grab a dull knife.
A couple swift and precise hand movements later and his bread had cream cheese spread over it. His hand movements were fast and he made no mistakes. Evident that he has had lots of practice with said utensils.
He stuffed the bread in his mouth and ran to the side door that led to a small set of concrete stairs leading up to walking level.
On his way out he remembered how the weather was still cold even though it was early April. Snatching the dark green beanie with a black ball on top, he placed it on top of his head so that a couple of strands of his hair was laying upon his forehead.
He flung the door open and raced up the steps. Once he hit the top and started to go on his way to school he was stopped ban an intimidating woman's voice.
"Midoriya… your rents late."
Midoriya bit back a tired sigh and pressed his teeth to the thick part of his tongue.
He thought that she had already gone on her vacation trip with her family. Her family was odd, they left for about two weeks on a vacation to god knows where and came back when there was only one week left of school and then summer vacation.
Summer vacation lasted about two and a half months so why they didn't vacation during that time was beyond him.
Since Midoriya had thought she wouldn't be here at the moment he had skipped work a couple of days ago so that today he would get his paycheck and be able to spend it on what he wants.
It was a simple amount of math about what he earned and what she needed but it seems a variable in his equations had not completed its job.
"Sorry Mrs. Bak-"
Midoriya attempted an apology but was interrupted.
"Mitsuki!" Mrs. Bakugou growled out.
Midoriya figures that she didn't like being called "Mrs." because it probably made her feel old. But she was anything but old. She was still very good looking despite having a child the same age as him.
That child also had the same temper as his mother, along with hair and eye color. But Midoriya would rather not talk about him right now.
"Right, Mitsuki, I'll give it to you later today my paycheck is a day late, okay?"
Mitsuki's scowl deepens until she replied in a huff.
"Just save it until I come back from my trip, we're leaving in a couple of hours."
Midoriya wanted to smirk because his calculations had been right, just marginally off. Even though he wanted to smirk he didn't because Mitsuki was someone you really didn't want to anger.
However, Midoriya learns from past mistakes, unlike most people and decided from now on he'll actually save the money from this paycheck that had to go towards paying his landlord.
"Of course. Now I've got to go to school."
Before Mitsuki can get a word off he's already power walking down the street to the moderately large building known as his middle school.
After a couple of minutes where he proceeded to walk in a straight line, he reached the front doors of his school.
With quick strides, he went up the stairs until he reached the fourth floor where he quickly found his classroom but before all that he stopped at the bubbler.
The toast had left him somewhat thirsty and now he needed to hydrate himself if he wanted to successfully get through this day.
Spending some time at the bubbler before he entered the classroom with no time to spare. As soon as he sat down in the rickety wooden chair he heard the distinct bell signifying that school was starting.
Midoriya ignored everything for a while until he heard his name being called for attendance.
"Izuku Midoriya!"
Izuku snapped his head at the blond-headed teacher with the long nose. Registering what the teacher meant by yelling his name he raised his hand at a slow pace.
"Next time I call you, pay attention!"
The rest of the day was a blur for Izuku. He hadn't paid focused on the teacher or what the teacher was saying for any of his subjects. He didn't need to because he had already taught himself everything. He ignored the teachers and the teachers ignored him. It was fair.
The only time Izuku really paid attention to his surroundings was when all of his neighboring classmates started to fiddle in their seats. The fidgeting happened moments before the school day was supposed to end.
Izuku turned his head and eyed the clock. Squinting his eyes at the hour and minute hand to see the time on the face of the clock. He had never really gone to the eye doctors before so he didn't know if he needed glasses.
But guessing from the hazy image his brain was denying to his ocular balls on his face he should probably go see an optometrist soon and get a prescription for glasses. Actually… that might not be in his price range at the moment.
After much difficulty of trying to figure out what time on the clock on the opposite side of the room said he finally realized that there were mere seconds before the end of school.
Not a second after realizing the time did the bell go off and all the other middle schoolers burst out the door to enjoy the rest of their day.
Izuku won't be spending the rest of his day doing things he enjoys. Well, he didn't mind work but it was just a universal rule that unless your doing your dream job work was something to abhor.
He collected his things and raised out of his seat. Trudging down the stairs and out the front doors of the school.
He made his way to the train station to hop on a train and get to the shoe store. He was in for a long day.
The ride on the train was pretty peaceful. Except for when a woman in a pink tracksuit with definitely fake lips started shouting over the phone. He felt like he was also in the conversation that she was discussing with someone she was so loud. Why she was talking about licking someone's toes because the nail polish made them taste like strawberries? Izuku had no idea but it was a little disturbing. He couldn't wait for this day to end already.
Or when the baby started screaming for no reason and the mother couldn't calm the child down even if her life depended on it. Honestly, it felt like all she was doing was making it more upset by blowing on their stomach or pinching their cheeks. Izuku was glad that he didn't even have to think about taking care of a child.
Izuku wished he had bought the headphones he was looking at a while back when he still had the spare money. Now he didn't have the money to buy the device that would block out all the irritating sounds.
The boy was beyond relieved when the train rolled into his stop and the doors opened up letting the flood of train riders off the train. Among that group was Izuku as he hurried to his job before he was late.
His walk to the store was relatively short, only about two blocks away. On the way, he noticed a man dressed as a leprechaun running around shouting something about lucky charms. Whatever he meant by lucky charms was up for debate. There was a common cereal that had a similar brand name and a leprechaun was the main attraction on the box but that might be putting too much thought into it.
He entered through the front door and quickly made his way to the back to clock in and get started with his shoe stacking.
This job wasn't very spectacular, all he did was sort and stack shoes and their respective boxes. Nothing fancy about it and nothing interesting. Well besides knowing the newest shoe style. That was a pretty good benefit. Izuku knows about the expensive brands like 'Nididys' that cost a whole lot but also are very fashionable.
Izuku efficiently did his job for the next five hours. Once his shift was over he signed out and impatiently knocked on the owner's door. Izuku got a grunt in response telling him to enter and grab his money. Izuku quickly entered, gave a friendly nod towards his boss, grabbed the money and bolted out the front door to get to his next job fast.
When he entered the convenience store titled 'Cheap Yenny' he set out to do his job. It was basically the same thing as his other job just a lot less shoes and a crazy variety of items. Anything you needed as long as it was cheap could be found in this store.
Because of the low prices found in the store Izuku has had his fair share of annoying costumers. The kind that asked way to many questions, the kind that followed him around as if he was a tour guide, the kind that complained over nothing and the kind that pointed out little faults around the store. Little faults like "this is in the wrong spot." Or "isn't this priced wrong?"
Goodness working can be irksome but it paid the bills so he dealt with it just like he dealt with it at the other job he dealt with it at this one. The job lasted just as long as before and he found himself looking at the clock every ten minutes.
When the time finally hit the twelve A.M. he was out the building with a paycheck in hand. He barely said goodbye to his employer before shooting out of the store on his way home.
Another successful day of working where he made his own money and provided for himself. He was doing way better than any other twelve, almost thirteen year olds he knew.
Izuku was on his way home by foot tonight because no trains were running towards his home at this time.
It was dark out with the only lighting visible coming from the yellow street lights. Other people would be scared of traveling alone at this time of day and the sky the shade it was but everything Izuku had gone through in his past had prepared him for situations like these.
As he turned the corner getting close to the place he called home he was met with a surprisingly busy street. Cars were honking and the bright headlight illuminated the dark streets. People walked up and down the sidewalks. Izuku still suspected that a couple of the people were probably a thug or a villain.
The surprising liveliness of the street caught him off guard and caused him to lower his card leading to a man with a box bumping into him.
Izuku didn't get a great look of the guy but from what he could tell the man had dark blue eyes and a long horn in the center of his head as if he was a unicorn. During the sudden exchange, Izuku was left with the box somehow firmly in his hands and the man behind him running.
Whipping his body around Izuku shouted after the man who had blue hair waving behind his neck. Izuku shouted that he forgot his box but got no answer-back.
Izuku got ready to just leave the box on the ground before a choked sob came out from inside.
Izuku froze.
Izuku strained his ears to make sure what he heard was real. A few moments later the noise repeated.
"Is this box crying?!"
Rapidly opening the flaps of the cardboard box Izuku peered inside to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
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Izuku's birthday is July 15th and Eri's is December 21st so by the time he enters U.A she'll be three. Yay!
I think this was very descriptive, well I don't know about descriptive but it definitely had more detail than needed for some things. I feel like some parts where step by step things and I'm trying to try new things but does anybody like that? I don't know, I'm not really feeling it.No one is even gonna respond:) but for real... does anybody else want a fresh air smelling soap? Probably not.
I reread and yeesh there are typos. I'm lazy.
Again I really have no idea what it is I'm doing. Just kinda like the idea of Izuku being a father to Eri. I don't know.
I'm weird. And a tad bit bored.
But I already have three chapters written for this so tad bit may be and understatement. I'm tired.
I hope you review! or at least read it. heh :/