Hero Threads

by The Swordslinger

Fathers care for their children even in their darkest moments, some sacrifice everything so that their offspring can have a fighting chance in the future. Little did Izuku know that his father would go above and beyond to make his dream of being a hero a reality. Now, if only he could survive the new school he's enrolled with. At least he's made good friends. Izuku x Ryuko.

I OWN NOTHING

Opening this can of worms feels as exhilarating as it is bound to be dangerous.

-Revocs' America HQ-

"Midoriya… Midoriya… HISASHI!"

Behind a door was a messy office from which a man jolted up to full consciousness. Fluffy brown hair in a feathery mane adorned his head which had a few freckles under sunken brown eyes, which had a few bags from a couple of nights working overtime. Lanky described him best, but it'd be an understatement. Standing at a shocking 8-feet-tall and being slim to the point one would mistake him for a scarecrow without stuffing, he was an odd sight to look at. However, he was no mere office worker, the white lab coat and ID hanging from it with clearance for every room said quite a lot.

Stifling a yawn, the man stood up, revealing that he wore a green t-shirt with a large white circle and an open can of spinach in the middle as well as black slacks. Ruffling his shaggy hair, he approached the door, adjusting his rectangular glasses. His footwear consisted of worn white sneakers with the soles so used and abused that they were kept in place with tape. Not the best example of an office worker, but he was given the privilege of his own working space for a reason. Even if the place was quite messy, to the point he nearly tripped on wires when approaching the door.

"Oh shoot!" he clenched his jaw to not curse as he staggered forward after his right foot got entangle with a large ball of yarn, but fortunately landed forward in such a way his hand rested on the doorknob. Rubbing his face tiredly, he opened it and greeted his boss, "Sir, I'm-"

"Still here, I see," said the suited man in front of him, an American businessman with a finely pressed suit. Looking at his room, the brunet tried to clean up his mess by untangling the messy yarn from his foot first, "I know you Japanese are devoted to work, but here- Midoriya? Midoriya… HISASHI!"

"Ah!" Hisashi, as he was identified by his superior, yelped as he tried to stand up and accidentally crashed on a wall. Groaning, he rubbed the sore spot while his boss sighed, "Sorry, sir, I was…"

"Killing yourself by working too much," the other man said with a deep sigh. He went to the desk and grabbed a picture, "Seriously, why don't you take some time off and go see your family? With all you've done, a fully-paid break would be the least we can do for your help. The Kiryūin family could afford it given what you've done for the young heiress. I recall her telling you to make your son happy."

Taking a deep breath, the Japanese man grabbed the picture and looked at it, "I'm not sure… I mean, my son's dream is to be a hero and I'm just… a nerd who is good at sewing and knitting."

"One who breathes fire to test fireproof outfits," the businessman recalled.

"Yeah, but one who can't help his son when he needs it," Hisashi said with a melancholic expression. "Izuku's Quirkless, but he wants to be a hero like All Might… And I'm not even good enough to pass him a Quirk someone as smart as him could use better. Hell, he's more into superheroes than his old man likes… I feel that we just-"

"Please stop mumbling," his boss told him softly. "And listen to me. Once this presentation's over, I want you on the first flight to Japan to see your son and take some time off. Talk to him, have a little fun and see if you can bond over this new and improved suit which you're working on."

"Just let me finish some adjustments, then," Hisashi asked politely. "I feel that… something's off with this new batch of threads, the fibers are far purer than I imagined."

"It means you've done a stellar job," his boss assured him.

"Maybe…" the tall Japanese said before turning to his messy desk. "Now, um, where did I leave that package…?"

"Clumsy as always, huh?" the American said before turning to leave, closing the door behind him. "Make sure to get some actual rest, Midoriya."

Once the door was closed, Hisashi immediately slammed his body against it and pressed his ear on the sturdy surface with a clenched jaw, "Okay, he's gone."

Faster than the eye could see, he locked the door with several bolts before pressing a button which summoned forth a steel plate. Pulling out a remote, the shaggy-haired scientist pressed a button. From the top of his desk appeared a holographic screen. Right in front of the brunet stood quite a bizarre man. Hunched over and with a ridiculously long white beard, thick mustache, messy white hair and eyepatch, the man looked like a supervillain. Adding to his seemingly frail looks a white lab coat, a messy shirt and geta sandals, he could be at a movie acting as a mad scientist.

"Hisashi, what's the status on those new threads you're working on?" the elder asked the brunet.

"Promisingly stable, for now," Hisashi answered and rubbed the back of his head. "I can't believe we're about to pull this through. Unfortunately, the fact that they want me to return home is worrying. What if they are onto me and-"

"Enough, you knew the risks," the bearded man cut him off coldly. "I expect them delivered as soon as possible, for all our sakes."

"Right, right, they are on their way," Hisashi replied and started mumbling to himself. "Still, if I had more time and managed to properly link an user to it, the symbiosis could be instantaneous…"

"Do not entertain the thought," the other scientist growled. "You've seen the risks, and what we're doing is nothing but selfishly putting the fate of the world into-"

"HI~SA~SHI~CHAN~!" four knocks emphasized by every syllable as his name was song, enough to fill him with dread in a horrible manner.

Every fiber of the brunet's body froze as he immediately turned off the screen and turned to his tightly bolted door. Gulping, he opened it quickly with tightly shut eyes. Fearing what he knew would be there while also mindful that he would be suspicious for not answering, the lanky man greeted the figure before him. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he forced a smile which shook at the sight of such a monster. Everything in those eyes staring right at him told Hisashi to run off. And yet, he had to answer to the demon daintily walking into his office.

"Grand Couturier, what a pleasant surprise, hehehe…" he nervously laughed, the cold sweat dripping down his paling face not bothering the devil.

Masked as a seemingly sweet girl was a hellish beast he rightfully abhorred, one which terrified him to the core. Enormous drill-shaped pigtails framed a cute, innocently smiling face with large purple eyes. A large pink bow adorned her head and kept her hair perfectly in place, even if it reached her ankles. Donning a frilly pink dress with matching boots and a parasol held tightly in her petite hands made her the epitome of a cute little lady. However, despite her slim frame and seemingly prepubescent body, she was nothing short of cruelty and sadism personified.

And she could only giggle at him in a bubbly voice, "My, my~! Hisashi-chan~! You never told me you were still working so hard on that new suit!"

"Of course, Grand Couturier," the brunet laughed sheepishly, ruffling his messy hair, and trying not to appear suspicious. "I love working here, the science behind these threads is just fascinating and-"

"Say, Hisashi-chan," she cut him off with a sing-song tone, "I've heard from Maman that your work's just amazing. You really pull off for Satsuki-chan, do you not?"

"I must," he answered truthfully while adjusting his glasses. "She's the heiress and her school uniforms are part of our best. I cannot just leave her with anything but my greatest work. Hehehe…"

"Yup!" she chirped with a cute smile which masked horrors beyond unspeakable. "Maman says you're real important because of your work, Hisashi-chan. In fact, even I know that! It's why I always like to call you by your first name and add the cute suffix! We're almost friends with how hard we work for Maman! And yet…"

Hisashi paled even more when seeing the girl pick up a picture on his desk of his son and wife, "Ah, careful with that!"

"Working hard is your way to show you love them, right?" the blonde asked with her smile unchanging when she looked at him, holding the frame. "It makes me wonder, your ability to create the most amazing of cloth for our uniforms is because of them. It's all because you love this cute little Izuku-kun, isn't it?"

Listening to the soft, cheerful way she said her son's name had Hisashi boil inwardly, but he refrained himself from acting recklessly, "Yes…" he shook, but whether it was for fear or anger was anyone's guess. "He's a good kid, and he'll be far better than his old man, I know it."

"Good~!" the girl beamed. "I wish to meet him! He seems fun to tease! Like, he's so cute I've got to try messing with him a little!"

"No!" Hisashi snapped, then paled even more than milk. "I-I mean, he's far too shy, Grand Couturier! Like me, he's no good with women, so please save him the embarrassment and-"

"But Hisashi-chan…" she started with a lopsided grin. "You must realize you live because you're useful. And the man you're helping is not."

Everything became clear for the brunet scientist, who could only mutter a dread-filled, "Oh… shit…"

"Let's keep playing nice, Hisashi-chan~!" the blonde twirled her parasol as she approached him. "Because you'll live to see your son. Oh, we won't hurt him at all since you're so valuable, I promise."

Trembling, Hisashi leaned against his desk, fear overcoming his every thought, "Don't… Don't do it…"

"Oh, but I already gave you my word, Hi-"

"Don't dare think you can get near him!" pulling a flask from his desk, Hisashi downed a mouthful of pure kerosene.

Eyes widening like saucers, the girl stared at the man who then spat a jet of flames which incinerated the walls, turned the carpet to ash and melted the steel plate which had sealed his door. It took him a moment to realize what he had done before running out like a madman. Zipping out of the building, the brunet jumped onto a scooter which looked two sizes too small for him. Not wanting to waste a second, he opened its seat to reveal a compartment for cargo. Inside was a single, simple package, and he had no time to waste.

"Forgive me, Izuku," he said before grabbing the package and speeding off.

During his escape, the girl walked out of the building at a brisk pace, calmly twirling her burnt parasol with a placid smile and her clothes burnt to a crisp, "Well, that was rude, Hisashi-chan. I may have to cut off a leg or two now. Be glad your arms are good for something."

Running after him at speeds that surpassed the trained eyes of a fighter jet pilot, the girl caught up with Hisashi, who let out a ladylike yelp of primal fear when seeing her land on his moped's handlebars. Much to his dismay and horror, she was naked. Being a Japanese gentleman and a man devoted to his wife, the man immediately closed his eyes and turned the moped violently. Knowing what would happen, he braced his mind and body for the impact after the sudden twist of the wheels flung him and the couturier. Part of him knew the creature before him was not human, but it still felt wrong to look at her.

"This will smart…" he gritted his teeth and waited for the impact.

It never came, "Aw, are you ready to come with me?"

Hisashi gaped in horror as he found himself in the girl's arms, carried effortlessly despite his much larger frame, "Well… shit…"

"Don't struggle, Hisashi-chan!" she sang before looking around. "Now, where's that little project of yours? Oh, looky what we have here!"

Casually dropping the man on the floor, the blonde pulled out a short sword from her burnt parasol. Hisashi didn't like the way her bubbly smile didn't change, but he couldn't move. Without missing a beat, the girl nailed his leg to the floor by piercing it and the concrete with the blade! After he yelled from the pain, she made sure to twist the blade so he couldn't just pull it out and try to crawl away. Listening to him scream and grunt made her skip to the package that he had tried to secure. Widening her smile and enjoying the background sounds of his pained cries.

"Fuuu…" Hisashi groaned and glared at the blonde. "Get…"

Looking at him with a tilt of her head and her cutesy smile, the girl giggled as she held up the package, "Away from this new gem of yours? No can do, Hisashi-chan~!"

"Get… back to Hell where you belong…" he growled and pulled out another remote with a big red button on top.

Finally, the façade broke as the girl's eyes widened in disgust and hatred so vile, so putrid, they could only come from a true monster, "You!"

"Clark, I leave the rest to you and him," Hisashi mumbled to himself as he shut his eyes.

Pressing the button, a flash of pure white light and heat engulfed the girl and the streets…

-The next day in Tokyo, Japan-

"Izuku!"

In a simple but modest apartment building, one of the residents called for her son. A petite, plump woman with her dark green hair reaching her shoulders with a small ponytail at the back of her head to frame a round, kind face. Due to her rounded body, she possessed an oddly welcoming aura around her. Wearing a pink jersey over a white shirt and a long blue skirt, she was the quintessential Japanese housewife. An expert observation could note she had been clearly stressed as she nearly tripped on her slippers to find her son. It was a miracle she didn't fall when rushing to get him out of bed.

Fortunately, he was up and ready for a new day, even if shocked by her sudden bursting into his room, "Mom?"

Looking like a much younger and far shorter version than his father, Izuku Midoriya was as inoffensive and meek as a random mouse. Bushy green hair signaled his heritage from his parents while the freckles were clearly his father's. With his face, eyes, and frail appearance, he only needed to dye his hair brown to be a mini-Hisashi, quite literally. Even his choice in clothing left a little to be desired. Dressing up in a pair of blue slacks and a t-shirt with a picture of the legendary Top Hero All Might holding a bowl of katsudon, he needed pointers. At least his short red boots were fashionable.

Fearfully shaking, his mother pointed behind her, "There's a… a… a man coming to get you, Izuku…"

Quirking an eyebrow at his mother's sudden terror, the boy decided to see what all the fuzz was about, and nearly choked on his own spit, "Good morning, Midoriya."

Right in front of him was the largest man he had ever seen, even taller than his father and far, far, far bulkier. Dark skin, a chiseled face, and blond hair with the sides shaven and the top part combed backwards made him look nothing like a Japanese man. However, he could be considered a semi-truck since he was taking the entire couch for himself and the cup of tea in his hands looked far too minuscule. Muscles on top of muscles framed him as a bodybuilder which his white uniform seemed to barely contain. Said outfit was fashioned like an old ensemble from the 1970s with a strange motif. Four-pronged stars adorned the clothes, and they always came in three. Also, it had spikes on the shoulders.

"Uh, um, good morning, sir…" Izuku gulped, having to tilt his head backwards to look at the man, who seemed to grow even more when approaching him, setting down a foot which could easily squash both of the Midoriya clan members. "I'm Midoriya Izuku. Do you have any business with me or do you want to, um, talk?"

And yet, there was a calm smile on the man's face, "Good, it seems you know proper manners, Midoriya. And you are correct, I've come here to tell you that you've been chosen to enroll at Honnōji Academy."

"What?!" mother and son exclaimed in shock, the latter speaking up. "But there must be a mistake, sir! I'm Quirkless, I-"

"MIDORIYA IZUKU!" the human tower roared so hard that the two green-haired family members were nearly blown back by the power of his vocal chords. "You are chosen not by the talent which you are born with, but by the merits of your actions! Are you or not the top student of your classes when it comes to your studies?! Do you let your bad luck dictate your future?! If so, speak NOW!"

Shaking his head faster than an overcaffeinated squirrel, Izuku raised his arms to calm the man down.

Nodding after the pause, the man continued in a softer, more composed tone, "I am Gamagōri Ira, Chair of the Disciplinary Committee at Honnōji Academy. On behalf of Kiryūin Satsuki-sama, Student Counsil President, I've come to summon you to our institute of education to give you a chance at a future where Quirks are not what dictate your life."

"Do you… want more tea, Gamagōri-san?" Izuku's mother asked politely with a shaky smile.

"Please and thank you, ma'am," the man bowed his head and returned his cup. Once Izuku sat down opposite the enormous man, Ira continued, "Midoriya, I am here to recruit you as a member of our student body. Satsuki-sama herself has seen your promising potential when it comes to your intelligence and would like to see it reach its peak and surpass it."

"I'm… I'm flattered, but it's a lot to take in, sir," Izuku meekly replied, holding his hands up. A melancholic smile spread on his face when he elaborated, "I mean, all my life I've told others I want to be a hero, and even if it's laughable, I… I'd like to try. Doesn't hurt to do so at least, right?"

"And entering UA is your dream, isn't it?" Ira continued and took a sip of the tea the portly woman handed him. "My compliments, Midoriya-san, this is a nice blend…"

"Why, thank you," the woman replied still slightly intimidated by the man's size, but putting on a kind smile which was still genuine.

Nodding again, Izuku explained his dream, "I… I always wanted to be like All Might. A hero that can save others with a smile… If there's any chance I can do so, I'd take it."

Ira noticed the distressed look on Izuku's mother, so he cut off the boy, "What if we gave you a chance to do so?"

Gasping at the idea, but not losing his reasoning, Izuku looked at the man with surprised skepticism, "I'd… ask that for you to not play with me, then."

Smiling confidently, Ira stood with his head tilted down to both look at the boy and not smack his skull on the ceiling, "You can see it for yourself, Midoriya. It's not the people with Quirks who can gain power to help others at Honnōji, it's those who work for it. Some of our club captains have excelled where Quirk users have not, and the secret behind it is at Satsuki-sama's academy."

Feeling overwhelmed by the man's words, the freckled boy tried to form an answer.

Before him, several images flashed before his eyes about his past.

Standing up to a boy he once called friend to protect a victim of said boy's bullying.

Everyone at his class laughing at his dream.

And… a missed chance to ask his hero the question he kept buried deep inside him.

Losing the opportunity to know for sure if his dream was too stupid to follow because of his own insecurities from the man he admired.

Just having a random stranger walk in and say he could make his dream come true…

Was it too good to be true?

Only one way to find out, "I… I'm in."

Proudly nodding at the response yet keeping a stoic face, Ira clasped his hands behind his back and spoke up, "Do not mistake this for kindness or leniency, Midoriya. We at Honnōji look only for those who excel by applying themselves, but we also reward only those who truly sacrifice everything to achieve their dreams. Sweat, tears and blood WILL be shed before you attain a proper rank."

Handing the boy a small pocket book with the rules of the academy in it, Ira let him process things, but Izuku gave as determined a smile as he could muster, "I won't let you down, sir."

"Not a bad response, Midoriya," Ira then bowed to the mother. "Thank you for letting me in and the tea was absolutely delicious, ma'am. We shall mold your son into an ideal student and make him into one of if not the greatest figures to lead this world."

Inko nodded back timidly, "Um, thank you, Gamagōri-san."

"If you'll excuse me, I have other future students to attend to," the man then left the house, making sure he was out of hearing range when he pulled out an old 90s phone which could double as a brick. In his giant hand it looked like a rectangular piece of licorice, "Satsuki-sama, it is done."

"Good news, Gamagōri," said a stoic, cold woman on the other end of the line. "Do they seem to know anything about Hisashi's whereabouts?"

"With the difference in time zones, they would've heard something by now," Ira replied calmly. "It appears that his-"

"Don't say such words in public," she reprimanded him, making his entire body tense up.

"Forgive me, Satsuki-sama," he would've bowed if possible. "Still, it appears that Revocs' covered their tracks already. Both seem oblivious of his fate."

"Understood, then return home and we can see what Hisashi's son can really do," she said emotionlessly. "Even if he's the son of an associate, we shall have no mercy when testing him. He is nothing but a new student and I expect you to treat him as such. Sentimentality will not be forgiven if you think about telling him of those events. Am I understood?"

Pausing to process her words, Ira's eyes wavered as he struggled with the idea of keeping a secret to a boy who may as well never see his father again, but his loyalty was stronger, "Yes, Satsuki-sama." Taking a moment to glance at the Midoriya household, he steeled his resolve, "Midoriya, it is time to see how much of a hero you really want to be."

Meanwhile, Izuku himself was both nervous and excited as he opened the rulebook and checked and envelope which came inside.

"Honnōji Academy…" he muttered and looked at his official registration. "Star athletes, scientists and some of our country's finest come and enroll their children there… Do I truly belong there?"

Looking at his fit body, he noted that he was quite scrawny and not really imposing. Sure, his grades were good, but his room was filled with All Might merchandise and didn't have much else to reflect a personality. Whatever that Satsuki lady saw, he could only guess that choosing him was out of kindness. Either that or he was really selling his perfect attendance short. Whatever the case, he would be enrolling into an academy which wanted him. And he'd have a chance…

"Izuku!" his mother called him again. Putting down the rulebook, the boy turned to see her enter his room with a package, "Your dad sent you a gift!"

Both beamed and walked to sit on his bed, opening the cardboard box, "Oh boy, it's been a while since he's sent us something! I was sure he'd get you a present before me!"

"You're graduating and entering a new school, so he must have foreseen this!" the plump woman told him with a wider smile.

Pulling out the present, Izuku blinked in awe, "Well, he seems to have really seen into the future."

On Izuku's hands was a complete Japanese uniform reminiscent of his middle school duds, but with some flair as a white ensemble. It was comprised of white dress pants with two red stripes going down each hip and meant to compliment his favorite short red boots. The top half of the suit was a jacket also with two red stripes which went down the shoulders, along the length of the arm and reached red wrists. Said jacket came with a set of silver buttons, each one having a six-pronged star over their surface. Its top had a high collar and two golden pins on each side of said collar shaped like a sheriff-star, the effect being to make them resemble eyes somewhat. Red raised shoulders poked out like a pair of blank eyes seeming to possess a heroic squint to them, giving them a certain emphasis on a justice filled expression.

The boy's mother could only giggle awkwardly, "Well, that's obviously Hisashi's. Your father and I always choose things that stand out."

"Looks amazing, though," the freckled teen replied enthusiastically with a fond smile. "Dad really outdid himself."

"Will it be okay to wear it, though?" his mother asked curiously, to which he nodded.

"From what I've read about Honnōji Academy, I can bring any formal uniform until they deem me worthy of joining a top student group."

"Quite the statement, granting you a uniform based on your grades," Inko commented.

"That's a meritocracy for you," he commented with a shaky smile. "But if what Gamagōri-san said is true, then… I could do more than pretend to be a hero."

Guilt overcame his mother, who tried to reach out for him… only for the shame to weigh her hand down, "I… I think you'll do great, Izuku."

"Thanks, mom," the green-haired boy replied with a small if sad grin. Once his mother left to continue the chores, he noticed a small slip of paper tied to the uniform and a single name written not in kanji or hiragana but in Latin letters, "Clark…?"

Turning the paper around, he saw a small note which read, "Take care of him and he will take care of you, Izuku."

Putting down the paper, the boy furrowed his brows, "Did dad really name my uniform?"

-Honnō City's lowest level-

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Izuku gaped like a fish out of water, "Is this a dream or- Ah!"

"Move it or lose it!" growled a man as he rudely pushed Izuku aside.

The city was enormous and mounted on an artificial island which resembled a drill aimed skywards, as if designed to pierce the heavens. Looking up, he could see the city was divided into several sections with the one at the bottom being the poorest. Wooden houses, dirt roads, and a railroad for a single trolley. On the second level were much better houses and services which could give Tokyo some competition. It surprised him that even there he could see some obvious social differences with some manors above those. And above everything was the academy walled off the rest of the city.

"Oh boy, maybe I should've really tried my luck at UA," he mumbled to himself before shaking his head. "No, now's not the time for that. I came here to be a hero…"

Grabbing his suitcase he found out… that he had lost his suitcase, "Yoink!"

"What?!" Izuku yelped in horror when seeing that he had been robbed.

A young boy who hadn't reached puberty yet appeared with brown hair worn in a topknot, clad in a pair of sunglasses, a dark t-shirt, cut off shorts and flipflops was running off with his belongings, "You snooze, you lose! Loser! I can't believe someone's that gullible and defenseless in this-"

"MANKANSHOKU KICK!"

*Bonk!*

Izuku wasn't imagining things. He heard the comic book onomatopoeia like he had done so many times in his head when reading manga and other hero material. There was also the large image which popped out of thin air for the brief second the kick made contact with the boy's skull. And the one responsible was putting the tiny thief in a sleeper chokehold with the cheeriest of smile. For a moment, all of reality crashed down around the freckled boy. It may as well have when the girl greeted him.

"Dammit, Mako, that guy's my mark- urk!" the boy was pulled into a headlock with the girl pinning him down.

"That's no way to treat a new face and possible friend! What if he's got something that he can't be away from and means a lot to him since childhood like his lucky boxers?! Be ashamed of your sins, Matarou!"

Brown hair framed a round, joyful and positively optimistic face with large chestnut eyes brimming with innocence and happiness. Other things were also filled to the bursting point. Breasts larger than melons strained her white sailor uniform top, child-bearing hips were nicely framed by her blue miniskirt, and the juiciness of her bottom was on display along her pink underwear. Izuku's mind stopped working at such a sight. Two seconds later, he rocketed backwards with a large nosebleed.

"P-Panties…" was all he could mumble as he lost consciousness.

The hyperactive ball of enthusiasm that seemed to be called Mako turned upon hearing the thud of Izuku's body collapsing on the floor, "Ah, it's the salad-haired boy!"

Running to the freckled teen, the brunette started to shake him up, panicking at the sight of his blood loss while the thief grumbled, "Just leave him, sis. A loser like him so easy to pickpocket will be worm's food in this city and academy."

"Never, this Mako Mankanshoku never lets the innocent suffer when she can reach for them!" the girl exclaimed and hugged Izuku to her bosom.

"B-Boobs?!" and the boy regained consciousness only to lose it a second time.

"Oh no, this much blood loss is a waste of valuable blood that even dad would sell for big bucks!" Mako cried and hefted Izuku on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes without much effort, somewhat surprising due to the height difference between them. "Also, Matarou, don't think you can run off!"

"Huh?!" the boy yelped atop a fence he had been about to climb over with Izuku's' stolen briefcase in hand.

Moments later, Izuku finally recovered consciousness, "Ah, thief!"

Bolting up into a seated position, the boy found himself in what looked to be the most minimalistic house he had ever seen. Wooden walls, worn tatami mats on the floor and barely any room. Much to his surprise, he wasn't alone, and his body wasn't missing a kidney or any other vital organ. Everything seemed to be fine regarding his health. Unfortunately for him, he was in the company of a pug. It was a textbook definition of one, but his large eyes, exposed tongue hanging out, and the light blue hoodie which covered his ears made it really stand out.

"Guts, guts," it… barked?

If Izuku had to guess, that was the animal's call, for a familiar face arrived, "Oh, you're wide awake! Hello! The name of this girl is Mako Mankanshoku! Sorry if Matarou just tried to rob you, but he at least didn't try to shank you like others tend to do around these streets!"

Such optimism greatly contrasted what she said, "Wait, stabbings are common here?!"

"Don't worry about it, not at all!" she happily waved dismissively. "It's only at night and in dark alleys, so as long as you remain inside this house of the Mankanshoku family, you'll be safe and sound!"

"Wait, um, Mankanshoku-san!" he exclaimed while his mind raced a hundred miles per hour. "Is this your house?! Why didn't you take me to a hospital?! Wait, no, wh-"

"This is Mako's dad's back-alley clinic!" the brunette cheerfully informed him without losing a genuinely bubbly smile. "He kills a lot more people than he saves patients, but he's good enough to patch you up!"

"Oh Sweet Jesus Christmas, I'm going to die…" the spinach-haired boy panicked.

Either ignoring him or not having heard him mumble, the girl sat down next to him, "So, are you a freshman?! That means Mako would be your senpai! Yay! Mako may be an underachiever, but she's always dreamt of having her own cute little underclassman to guide around the academy and be friends with!"

Noticing the girl's enthusiasm would disarm anyone, even a stone-hearted villain, "Um, Mankanshoku-senpai… Do you know where my belongings are?!"

"Sure do!" she beamed and winked. "Let Mako guide you to your new first day of school! It starts in about fifty minutes!"

"Wait, what?!" Izuku shrieked in horror. "Did I… Did I sleep through an entire day?!"

"Mako was worried you'd oversleep, but mom made sure to prepare some delicious Mystery Croquettes for your breakfast and wash your uniform!"

"Clark?!" Izuku yelped and turned to see his uniform hanging on a perch on the wall, perfectly ironed. "Huh, oh, you… you really washed it…"

"Here, have some of Mako's mom's cooking!" the girl chirped and immediately shoved a croquette down his mouth.

"Hm, it's… good?!" Izuku gasped in shock after swallowing the meal, noticing how hungry he was.

"Of course, they're mysterious stuff blended with other mysterious stuff meant to be the most delicious of meals!" and Izuku's horror returned when seeing what appeared to be worms sticking out of one.

However, hunger is the greatest spice, and his rumbling stomach killed his gag reflex, "What just happened to me…?"

"You slept like a baby," Mako told him. "But don't worry, Mako's dad and brother helped put your pajamas on!"

"Huh?!" looking at himself, Izuku realized that he was in a pair of loose gray slacks and a simple black tank top, which just worried him more. "How unconscious was I?"

"Mako doesn't know," the brunette replied with a shrug. "But it'd be best to get to classes soon!"

"Right!" Midoriya finished eating the surprisingly tasty meal, willingly ignoring the ingredients poking out.

-Honnōji Academy's Elite Room-

As Izuku was led into the prestigious academy by the embodiment of optimism that was Mako, someone watched him intently.

"That's Hisashi's son?" asked an athletic youth with an amused smirk. He stood right in front of the window at the top of the school, right in the highest room next to the true elite, "Wow, talk about apple falling next to the tree. Give him brown hair and stretch him out, and there'd be no difference."

He was a teen with mid-length dark green hair and gray eyes donning a white uniform similar to Ira's, but his was specially made into a long white coat with a high collar. It had a built-in sword sheath at the back and three spikes on each shoulder. The coat was open at the front to show a cadet-blue colored vest. He also wore matching white pants and shoes, and a belt with three metal spikes on the front.

Next to him was a blue-haired youth with a similar uniform, his hair combed into a bob cut and his eyes sparkling curiously behind blue-tinted glasses. Several pouches lined his belt with blue wires connected to his wrists. His uniform resembled Ira's more, but it possessed a high collar which covered his mouth, opening only when he spoke up like it responded to a silent mental command. It showed an interested frown.

"Quite the brilliant kid, but nothing which stands out," he said before placing a finger to his temple, more precisely his glasses, which displayed data on the lenses. "About as pathetic as one can be without trying to improve themselves physically and mentally. Then again, appearances can be deceiving."

A raspy, haughty voice spoke up next, coming from a pile of plushies and surrounded by enormous plates filled with all kinds of sweets and pastries, "Looks like one of the kids I could easily bully into giving me their lunch money, but with the monkey's bad hairdo."

It was a petite young woman with short pink hair, long bangs, and an angular face. One would think her attitude would derive from her small bust and medium hips. She wore a skull-marked top hat typical of those worn by marching band leaders, a pink dress with a short skirt, and matching boots. Her uniform had a skeleton theme with the front of the dress possessing bones set horizontally to conceal the buttons.

"Oi, what's so wrong about green hair?" the other teen asked, irked by the insult.

"Wash it so it doesn't reek of sweat!" the girl snapped back.

"Since those two are having fun, may I-" the blue-haired boy turned to another figure.

"Do not give him attention unless he requires it," a cold, calculating voice halted the banter and made them turn to their leader. "You are not to treat him like a frail little child nor are you to act like his situation is worthy of a second thought. He is another student and shall prove himself truly deserving of his stay here."

Every single figure present turned with the utmost respect towards her. She was a tall, slim woman with an angular face, thigh-length dark-blue tinted hair with an inward diamond-shaped bangs hanging over her forehead, blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a rather large bust. Donning a white pantsuit with blue highlights, matching high-heeled shoes with blue heels, and a permanent frown, she could make lesser men bow. A wise man wouldn't dare fight against her, mostly since she carried a real katana with her. Its white scabbard and handle completed the motif of purity the young woman tried to invoke.

"Can we leave a kid that meek to try our clubs?" the green-haired lad asked her. "He needs a push to be a real man."

"Let's leave him in my area, then," the pink-haired girl smirked darkly. "We could use another grunt for the funsies."

"Perhaps it'd be best to leave him with intellectuals," the blue-haired teen cut in. "After all, given his academics he's-"

"Have I not made myself clear?" their leader's icy stare silenced them already, but her voice made no room for debate. "He is a student at our academy, meaning that he will earn his stay here or die trying. And if I haven't made myself as easy to understand as needed, anyone of you who gives him any special treatment without merit on his part shall face dire consequences."

"Understood, Satsuki-sama!" the other teens bowed deeply.

"Good, now," the black-haired woman started. "Sanageyama, what's the status with our captains and their fighting capabilities?"

"Need I repeat it?" the other salad-haired youth sighed. "About four of them are top-notch, but our troops are lacking fighting spirit… I cannot drill it into them."

"We can appeal to their base desires to give them motivation," Satsuki retorted. "Jakuzure, how are preparations with the other clubs?"

"About as well as you'd expect," the petite girl beamed. "One doesn't need to appeal as much as the monkey or puppy here to get them to work to your standards."

"See to it that they maintain everything in top working order for our future events, we can never be too careful," the president replied. "Inumuta."

"I'd be insulted if you thought I didn't have everything ready with our spies and network," the blue-haired boy smirked. "Only two people here need to pick up the pace."

"Try saying that to my face, puppy!" the pinkette growled.

Satsuki was about to stop their fighting, but another voice did so, "SATSUKI-SAMA!"

Ira came in, easily taking most of the room even as he kneeled in front of her, "Gamagōri, thank you for arriving. I've got a request for you regarding a spy in our midst."

Furious didn't even begin to describe Ira's face, "I shall make an example of such a fool then, Satsuki-sama!" However, as he shrank down to stand up, still bumping shoulders with the ceiling, he asked, "I also have a request, Satsuki-sama, if you forgive my insolence… I ask that you allow me to find Hisashi himself, whether he is dead or alive matters not, but-"

"Gamagōri," Satsuki may as well have ended the conversation right then and there. She continued to nail her point, "You are the one who wears his heart on his sleeve the most, and I value you as my shield as you made yourself a true ally. However, Hisashi's actions against Revocs were caused by his own foolishness. Let his mistakes be a lesson for all of you."

"Understood…" Ira nodded, his loyalty still strong even if his conscience, the driving force of helping his fellow students, told him otherwise.

"Still, do you really need to worry about him?" the pinkette asked. "Chances are a real woman will see what a cute nerd Greenie is and carry him to her cave. I've seen plenty of delinquent girls go for easy-to-dominate cinnamon buns like him far too many times."

A couple hundred miles away from Honnō City, a near textbook picture of a tomboy sneezed.

"Then it's a good thing for him you're still far away from being considered a real woman," Inumuta stated.

"Can it, puppy!" Jakuzure snapped.

Walking to a nearby table with tea prepared for her, Satsuki took a sip of her bitter drink to soothe her nerves and drown out her subordinates' arguments. Tea really was a woman's best friend in stressful times.

-Izuku's classroom on the 3rd floor-

Once Mako waved and went to her own classroom, Izuku went to his own classroom and sat down to listen to his teacher.

"Good day, students, I am your homeroom teacher," an invisible woman started upon entering the classroom, her gray business suit with a matching skirt and purple blouse floating in the air. "As you know, Honnōji Academy prides itself in making people who can lead this country without Quirks required. Heroes became the norm thanks to the boom of powers granted to people through genetics. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter the talent one's born with if they do not apply it, so a vision was formed to create this institution to make sure you forge a path through your own merits!"

She pumped a fist, or so it looked due to her hand being see-through and started her lecture. So far, the school seemed normal, but Izuku couldn't help but notice the obvious. His classroom was packed to the brim with students wearing simple uniforms and they looked ready to snap. Every single one was taking their classes seriously, as if possessed to be excellent. Adding to that the gray, oppressive atmosphere demanding the absolute best while weighing down on everyone… School wasn't supposed to be fun, but the place felt like a warzone ready to pull him into battle with such tension.

"Next up!" the woman beamed, puffing up her chest which was quite visible due to the bulge of her mammary glands straining her blouse. "Our school system! All of you shall start as No-Star students, meaning all of you are at the bottom! Fret not! Those who excel in the many clubs or manage to form your own can gain a One-Star uniform! However, any attempt to acquire one without merit or theft shall be met with the brutal beating by Disciplinary Committee Head Gamagōri Ira!"

'What?!' Izuku's mind nearly broke at that last part.

"Indeed!" the woman joyfully extended her arms to the sides. "Anyone who dares go against Satsuki-sama shall pay the price! Most delinquents are therefore beaten within an inch of their life! Then their mangled body shall be displayed for all to see at the entrance so they can get the message that foolishly challenging this academy and what it stands for is no joke!"

Looking left and right, Izuku saw every single student nod in understanding, the color leaving his face, 'I didn't sign up for this! What the heck is with the attitude?! Am I in the right school or is this a hidden camera show and the teacher's just a host?!'

"Anyway, you've all been chosen because of your potential as possible One-Star students, but to earn that rank you will have to fight tooth and nail for it," the woman chirped. "Even my cute little niece Tohru-chan is not made for this, and she's enrolled into UA! So, trust me when I say that you will learn the meaning of earning something in life through your new school life!"

Quaking in his seat, Izuku timidly raised a hand, "Um, Hagakure-sensei… Are you sure I'm in the right class?"

Pulling up a clipboard, the woman looked at it through a pair of reading glasses, "Huh, green-hair and freckles… Alright, got your name and picture. Yup, Midoriya Izuku, right? Says here you were given the chance to be in this special class due to your academics! Good for you!"

Gulping loudly, the boy felt his mouth dry up, "I… I must have missed that part at my greeting, then, hehehe…" he tried to defuse the situation and not seem too out of place by rubbing the back of his head. Looking at his surroundings, he could tell that his fellow classmates were smirking because they saw him as easy competition, "Oh boy…"

Once introductions were over and his homeroom teacher, Kanna Hagakure, waved them off, the green-haired teen felt his mind race with a million thoughts, "Excuse me, young man."

Izuku halted and turned to look at another teacher. Well, he seemed to be one at least. The person in front of him was an average middle-aged man with blue messy hair, a bent back and an unsteady gait. His eyes were hidden behind large reflective glasses and he wore on a white shirt which he kept untucked, a loosened black tie, and black slacks and shoes which were on the cheap side. Everything about the man screamed unkempt and lazy. Five syllables out of him felt like an eternity and he could have several students zoning out.

Good thing Izuku was a model student, "Yes, sir?"

"Are you Midoriya-kun, right?" he rubbed his shaved chin. "One of my students, Mankanshoku-kun, told me you'd be staying with her. Is that correct?"

"Um, I believe I'll head to the dorms," the boy didn't have anything against the brunette, but her father's practices left a lot to be desired if what she said was true.

"There's… a problem there, then," the man dug into his pockets and pulled a crumbled. "See, uh, your status as a No-Star leaves you in a No-Star dorm. Unfortunately for everyone, they'll have to remain empty for a couple of days due to problems with the cockroaches."

"I-I see, but it can't be that bad, can it?" Izuku was practically pleading.

"Do you consider bugs the size of large dogs an issue?" the teacher asked and the boy nodded. "Welp, it's either that or finding a family which may take you in during this ordeal."

"You can't be serious," the freckled teen couldn't believe such a statement. "If there's really such an issue, why didn't we get any advice or-"

"So, I took the liberty of housing you with the Mankanshoku family for the rest of the semester," the shaggy-haired adult finished with that same lazy tone. "Sorry about this, Midoriya-kun. It can't be changed since I had to get the approval of the student council president and her word is law here."

"Wait… you…" Izuku usually didn't get mad at people who wronged him, but even he had a limit to his patience.

"Take care," and with that, the man waved goodbye, leaving the baffled Izuku to himself.

"Just a second!" the teen ran after the shades-wearing man, turning a corner and entering a restroom… only to find it empty. "What?! Where'd he go?! Did he use a Quirk?!"

Indeed, the man was outside the school… walking on the wall with his bare feet, his shoes in his hands, "Sorry about that, Midoriya-kun, but the less influence you get from the elites, the better."

Classes continued as normal as they could be.

Little did Izuku know, things would take quite a turn sooner than later.

-TBC-

And that's my rap!

I still owed The Lord Of Pages a fic after an attempt at one which I couldn't keep going after, well, the hard-hitting events that shook me for a while. Then, I started writing Killer Shark in Hero Academia, we made at least five jokes about the anime Please Don't Bully Me Nagatoro-San and Izuku given the fact Senpai and Izuku share the same VA in Japan. Funnily enough, I came with the idea of Egter – the fairy girl in that fic – to tease Izuku before that anime came out. I jokingly asked him what girl would femdom him in the most loving way? The answer was Ryuko Matoi and it was like someone stroked out brains in the right way.

Now, some things to address:

1. I know Hisashi will possibly be revealed in the future and that leaves a lot of questions, so I'll keep this one's backstory the same regardless of what happens.

2. The Kill LA Kill characters will have Quirks in this, but it'll cement Satsuki's meritocracy that she cares NOT about their powers but how far they go the distance.

3. Expect a few MHA characters to appear or be mentioned through any OC I can use for the sake of adding fights and fun.

4. Yes, this is a fic in which Izuku couldn't muster the courage to approach All Might – as in latch onto his leg when the hero jumped off – so that'll impact him.

5. Consider Quirks here a side-effect of the Life Fibers and the evolution process, which will be used later on.

By the way, care and guess what I based Clark's design off, but by the time I reveal his full potential it should be obvious.

Swordslinger out!