The Oz Incident

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

- H.P. Lovecraft

| Key |

"Thoughts"

Utapau Elementary Playground, Musutafu, Japan

February 4, 2317

"I told you that we own the merry-go-round, stupid!" a boy with ash-blonde hair and gleaming red eyes said to a little bespectacled boy who was crying in the sandbox, cowering in fear at the little tyrant in front of him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't—It's just that no one was on it!-"

The boy cackled and stepped closer. "I don't care! I'll show you what happens when you don't listen to me...!"

Suddenly, a boy with green hair rushed from behind and stood in front of the group of bullies with his arms stretched out and a determined but terrified look on his face. "Stop it, Kacchan!"

The ash-blond boy, Kacchan, stared in annoyance at the freckled boy who was defending the person behind him.

Izuku felt his heart pound as he kept staring at Katsuki, not knowing what to do or say.

"What are you doing here, Deku?! Didn't I tell you to stay away?! Or do I have to hurt you like last time?!" Kacchan warned, his eyes twitching from irritation.

Izuku flinched at the threat, remembering the last time he tried to defend one of Kacchan's victims.

...But even if he didn't have a quirk, he had to at least do what he could for other people.

That's something All Might and his dad would do without hesitation.

"Why are you being so mean, Kacchan? Can't you see he's crying?! If you keep going, I-I-I'll never forgive you!" Izuku said, not backing down, despite the fear in his voice. "I-I won't let you bully him, Kacchan, I mean it!"

Kacchan wickedly laughed as he pounded his fist into his palm, creating a small explosion that caused Izuku to recoil in fright.

"Hmph, even though you're Quirkless, you wanna pretend to be a hero? You don't stand a chance against us, Deku!" Kacchan shouted as he charged at the green-haired boy. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

The green-haired boy closed his eyes in anticipation just before he felt an explosive slug right in his gut, pushing him down into the sand.

The bespectacled boy who was behind Izuku quickly got up and ran away, thankful that someone else was now Kacchan's target.

Meanwhile, Izuku gasped and wheezed on the ground, desperately trying to catch his breath after getting knocked to the ground. Katsuki stood over him with a smug look, hands still smoking from the explosion he had set off into Izuku's stomach.

"Stupid Deku, you're lucky I'm feeling sorry for you today," Kacchan said as he looked down at Izuku. "Maybe next time you'll know your place."

("Get back up, Izu!")

Izuku looked at the group of bullies as he tried to get back up on his feet, only to be shoved back down by another explosion.

"Stay down, Deku. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Once Katsuki was sure Izuku had indeed given up, he motioned to his followers to come with him as they all walked off together, still laughing amongst themselves.

Izuku stayed lying on the ground, listening as their laughter faded further and further away before he dared to try and sit up.

Once he was sure of their passing, he limped up, softly groaning as he nursed his battered abdomen.

Half conscious, Izuku examined his soot-covered clothes and gasped when he saw multiple holes in them. Tentatively, he began to dust himself off of soot and sand, wincing at the pain he felt in his stomach.

Despair.

Misery.

Failure.

Izuku came to know these emotions ever since he could remember.

He came to a conclusion that day, one he would never forget.

Not all men are created equal.

Matsumura Pharmaceuticals' Underground Facility, Site #0, Japan

May 2, 2323

12:27 AM (12 hours until The Oz Incident)

"Dammit, we are a multinational super conglomerate, and hell will freeze over before I'll settle this damn case for 1.2 million yen!"

All around the research laboratory, chemists and analysts alike overheard the outrage of their employer, the world-famous Matsumura Akito. As the millionaire philanthropist seethed at someone through a call, an analyst garbed in a white coat and safety glasses stormed into the graying man's office.

"Matsumura-sama, excuse me for this intrusion, but I have crucial data detailing the Oz project-!"

Taken aback at the sudden appearance and straightforwardness of one of his employees, Matsumura turned his anger towards the female researcher. "What did I say about barging into my office?! Can't you see I'm on the phone?!"

Alarmed at the irate nature of the man in front of him, the researcher abruptly apologized. "I'm sorry Matsumura-sama, but I need to consult you on our next plan of operations. Privately."

Meanwhile, in a nook of the multi-million yen lab, Hatsume Akihiro walked towards his assigned experimental trial that was housed in a sterile and clear circular container. He began harshly tapping on the glass that housed the experiment. After the fourth or so tap, amid the miniature trees in the terrarium, a small spider the color of the rich cerulean and scarlet with 00 neatly printed on its abdomen, crawled from under the foliage.

"Of course it was," Akihiro thought to himself. Out of all the bunnies, apes, and other animals they experimented on, the spiders always seemed the most receptive to the mutagen. They didn't last long though. Only a few days and they'd collapse, lifeless.

Akihiro picked up a pile of reports right next to the spider capsule that no doubt delineated the data and analysis of the spider.

This spider was particularly promising. It had been introduced to the Oz formula via isotropic transfer functioning with a sub-resonant variation of the neutrino castalator. An ingenious method developed by his colleague Nakatomi, really.

It was an entirely new and advanced species with the genetic template of the Parasteatoda tepidariorum: the common household spider. Reading further, he became engrossed in the documents. So many astonishing abilities emitted from the spider were not known to any Araneae. It was truly a remarkable subject.

An unceremonious clang reverberated in his ears as he looked for the cause, only to find the facility's lone guard, Ito, ineptly attempting to pick up an anatomical measurement system. Akihiro rushed over, chewing out Ito as he went. "Be careful, this is highly sensitive equipment! What were you even doing, you idiot?!"

"I just- I didn't notice-"

"Just-! Ugh, just shut up and keep an eye on the spider, okay?!"

A few minutes later, Hatsume was just about finished correcting the measurement system's 2nd radial dial when he heard the sluggish tone of Ito behind him.

"Uh, Hastume-san...what spider?"

Frustrated with the incompetence of the guard behind him, Akihiro turned to face him. "What are you talking about, Ito? The spider in the damn contai-"

As he turned, he saw the container on the ground, with one problem. The damn cap broke loose, and there was no spider in it.

Racing over, Hatsume hastily screwed the cap back on, before ordering Ito to search the extensive room for an 8-millimeter spider, which was as good as gone.

He was required to report to the executives for any setbacks regarding the experiments. God, he was so going to get fired. He needed this job!

Luckily and quickly, Akihiro devised an imaginative scheme: what if he falsified the report on the terminal? No one would know, and he'd just request Ito be fired for malpractice; it was foolproof. Hopping on towards the computer, Hatsume filed a new entry.

ADMINISTRATOR: HATSUME AKIHIRO, #AF151962

[OZ EXPERIMENT 66, ARACHNID NO.00]

STATUS: TERMINATED

CAUSE OF DEATH: NATURAL CAUSES

Proceed?

[YES] [NO]

Clicking YES, he sighed in relief as he relaxed in his chair. Everything would be all right.

Matsumura Pharmaceuticals Underground Facility, Site #0, Japan

May 2, 2323

12:27 PM (3 hours until The Oz Incident)

It had been 2 weeks since his impromptu encounter with his heroic idol, All Might.

2 weeks since his dreams were grounded up like they were nothing and tossed to the wind.

It was like a dream: Izuku had met All Might, and with a single punch and a smile, he was rescued from the clutches of death.

With a single answer to his question, his ambitions and hopes were grounded up like they were nothing and tossed to the wind.

"...So no, I honestly don't think you can be a hero without a quirk."

Those words were spoken to him by his idol, All Might.

Izuku had been emotionally crushed. He thought that if he at least had support from All Might then he could finally press himself further to be the hero he always wanted to be.

But that's not what happened

"You should just give up."

"Quirkless loser!"

"It's not bad to dream, but you also have to consider what's realistic, young man."

"If you think you'll be born with a quirk in your next life, then take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"

"I'm sorry, Izuku! I'm so sorry...!"

He could never achieve the dream of becoming a hero like him. All Might said so himself.

Not now.

Not ever.

He'd tried to ignore them all: Kacchan, his mom, everyone! He studied, he planned, he had done everything he could to emulate All Might!

...But it wasn't enough.

Why wasn't it enough? Was he not enough? Was being quirkless just a life sentence of broken dreams?

For the first few days, Izuku had been stunned, often ignoring others while he was stuck in his mind, replaying the words over and over again as if they weren't true and he made them up in some kind of fever dream. Even when the Pro Hero Death Arms screamed bloody murder in his face for foolishly attempting to fight the sludge villain, he didn't react, feeling so emotionally numb and zoned out.

He didn't hate All Might for what he said. Heck, he was probably right. But after the blond superhero's words finally rested with him, he came to a decision: he would become a hero, no matter who said he couldn't. Not his mother, not even All Might himself could convince Izuku that he was wrong. Although, day by day, his dream was slowly slipping away, like an elusive white whale.

"What's even the point? If All Might says I can't do it..."

Shaking those gloomy thoughts of self-doubt out of his brain, he came back to reality.

Reality being attending the annual field trip to Matsumura Pharmaceuticals, a corporation that commonly dealt in cross-species genetics and other big words Izuku couldn't remember. Currently, they were touring a bio lab facility that was integrated within the building's premises. Honestly, Izuku was rather uninterested in the subjects Mr. Fujimura, the genetic specialist they were assigned to, brought up.

Consequently, he tuned in and out, instead doodling in his notebook, penning what captured his interest. Unfortunately for the viridian boy, he was muttering to himself as he wrote, which brought stares.

"Over three painstaking years, our genome sequencing institute has..."

Once Izuku's ears had caught wind of genetically modified spiders, phrased as "super spiders", he promptly shut his notebook and actively started paying attention.

"...And with these DNA blueprints, we have begun what was once assumed impossible."

Rapidly, the students of Aldera began to cluster around the leading specialist, which indicated to Izuku that the arachnids were nearby and present. Struggling to catch a peek at the 8 legged critters due to being behind his taller classmates, Izuku overheard the whispers and murmurs of his other schoolmates.

"Nasty little things, aren't they?"

"Gross!"

"Aww, I love them!"

"Yeah, me too!"

"...transfer RNA to encode an entirely brand-new genome, and incorporating the genetic information from all three, we have engineered these 12 genetically designed super-spiders."

Izuku eventually made it to the front, carefully taking in the spider's appearances, before noticing an issue.

"Huh, that's strange. He said there were 12 spiders, but there's only 11. Maybe I should ask about that..."

Izuku mustered what little confidence he had, before finally addressing the scientist.

"E-Excuse m-me, Fujimura-sensei? Th-there's 11."

"I beg your pardon, son?"

17 eyes immediately darted to him, as if he had said something bizarre, and Izuku couldn't help but notice a few of those eyes narrow. Notably, a set of scarlet eyes seemed, in a vain attempt, to try and blow a hole through him. Reddening, he choked out his earlier comment, albeit lower, due to being the center of everyone's scrutiny.

"Er, o-one's mi-missing..."

Subsequently understanding the freckled boy's words, Fujimura spun towards the spider-housed terrariums, noticing that, indeed, a spider was missing. With a thoughtful look, the blond scientist gave a sound response. "Hmm... I guess the analysts are working on that one."

After another 3 exhausting hours, the tour was over, and everybody couldn't be more elated.

While standing by for the buses to arrive to drive back to school, Izuku's homeroom teacher decided to allow the students mercy by allowing them to escape the scorching outdoor heat, letting them stay inside the garishly colored interior of the Institute. For the duration, Izuku chose to avoid the jam-packed lobby and instead made a beeline towards the benches.

Finding a bench that looked incredibly filthy, judging by the gum-riddled wood, Izuku plopped himself down and allowed himself to relax. Or at least, try to, anyway. It certainly didn't help that his peers talked with the covertness of a fighter jet taking off.

(1 minute until the Oz Incident)

In his relaxed state, unbeknownst to the plain-looking boy, a multicolored azure and florid arachnid gradually drifted on a delicate web, descending upon him. Eventually, the arthropod lightly rested on Izuku's right hand.

...It wasn't until the spider bit him that Izuku noticed it. Usually, spider bites wouldn't hurt for a while, but this one hurt differently. Almost immediately, it was like someone was injecting fire into his veins.

Quickly slapping the hairy creature off, Izuku cradled his now cramping hand. He saw a glimpse of the arthropod scurry off somewhere, presumably to bite some other unaware person.

"Ow, jeez, this bite hurts…!"

It wasn't long before Izuku had arrived home, but in the few hours since the field trip, the bite had evolved from slight discomfort to full-blown agony, with his body aching in pain.

Standing in front of the mahogany door of his home, Izuku pulled out an ornate key from his pocket, before inserting it into the oxidized keyhole. He fiddled with the lock before it ultimately gave way, granting him entrance.

Bumbling through the front door of his beloved home, Izuku's senses were filled with the pleasant scents of pork and spices, a sign that his mother was cooking supper. Once properly inside, Izuku sloppily removed his shoes and entered the apartment properly.

Once he was in the central room of the apartment, Izuku saw his mother standing over their gas stove boiling water for some kind of meal she would cook later tonight. Groaning with unimaginable pain, he slowly struggled to slip past his green-haired mother, with no success as she turned around to face him.

"Hi, sweetie! You're just… just in time for supper..." Inko's voice trailed off as she saw the state of her only child, who looked as if he was chewed up and spit out by a monster.

Izuku gave a feeble smile, quietly attempting to shrug off his pain. "I'm alright, mom. I don't feel well...I'm, uh, I'm gonna go to sleep."

Nothing a little lie can do, right? God, it felt like his whole body was going to explode in a red misty paste. Concerned, Inko stared worriedly at her quirkless son.

"You won't have a bite? It's your favorite! Katsudon!"

Without missing a beat, the now pallid teen replied, "No thanks, had a bite."

"Yeah, a bite that's killing me. How couldn't you have felt the spider, moron!?"

"I gotta crash; everything's fine. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I-I'm pretty tired."

Inko's smile faltered, "O-Oh… alright. Take care, sweetheart."

"Night, mom." Izuku stumbled towards his room at the end of the corridor, the door adorned with a personalized All Might emblem with his name etched on it, and weakly shuffled into his bedroom.

Under normal circumstances, he would have admired his collection of hero merchandise that was plastered all over the neatly organized room, ranging from his limited-edition Mirko figurine to the heavily sought-after 2313 All Might, All Power! Lunch Box: Gold Edition (Izuku was honored to be an owner of that particular product).

Sadly, today was not normal. Throwing himself on the comfy bed, Izuku clumsily shifted himself under his All Might blankets, where he steadily dozed off, hoping that when he woke up, he'd be back to normal and good as new. It was just a simple bite, right? Nothing a few zzz's could beat.

His eyelids battered shut before he even could think about closing them, and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of memories of a raven-haired man hugging him.

"I AM HERE! I AM HERE! I AM HERE!"

Izuku's eyes fluttered open as his All Might alarm clock blared to life beside him, displaying the time as 7:30 AM. He groaned as slapped his hand against his alarm; part of him was tempted to fall back asleep, but he forced himself to stand up, already planning to get ready for another day of schooling,

He always hated Tuesdays, and for a good reason.

Something awful always happened on Tuesdays, whether it be he forgot to complete his homework or Kacchan and his goons bullied him.

...Speaking of his explosive childhood friend, Izuku noted that he was far less abusive towards him, seemingly content with not acknowledging the curly-haired youth's existence rather than outright bullying him. But hey, he would take the win if it meant the blond would stop insulting him every time he had a chance.

But... he knew it had to do something with the sludge villain.

He still had nightmares from that day.

Groggy from his slumber, Izuku lazily shuffled out of his bed, where he lumbered through the doorway of his muted tan room, careful not to make any unnecessary noise. A yawn escaped his mouth, as small tears welled up in his eyes. He calmly entered the drab and gray bathroom that had seen better days, the cold wood sending shivers up his body.

After showering himself with warm water and brushing his teeth, Izuku relinquished control of the bathroom. Returning to his bedroom, he located a fresh pair of his school uniform in his closet.

He was halfway through trying to fit into his pants that he noticed that they were too small, watching them show off a few inches of his ankle which had never happened before.

That, and there was definitely more muscle on him than he remembered, although he was still scrawny.

Chalking it up to the washer shrinking the pants and the muscles to… something, Izuku slipped off the tight pants and began to rummage through his drawer.

He knew that his mother had accidentally bought a uniform set a size too big (that had made quite a dent into their already minuscule savings). If he was lucky, maybe he still had it buried underneath his clutter and clothes.

Fate had chosen to grant a boon to the poor boy today, as Izuku had managed to find the clothes he so desperately needed. After putting on the garments, he silently thanked his mother for her mistake. The uniform had fit perfectly. It was almost as if he grew overnight, Izuku chuckled to himself.

But that's impossible.

Right?

Ignoring his train of thought, Izuku ambled into the kitchen, where he saw his mother finishing up a fine meal of plain, steamed rice and a small bowl of miso shiru. Reassuring the Midoriya matriarch that he was completely fine after yesterday (even after sleeping a horrifying 16 hours), he resigned himself to a rickety wooden chair as his mother prepared his plate. Feeling particularly ravenous, Izuku finished his breakfast in record time, even going back for seconds and thirds, much to the surprise of his mother, Inko.

As he finished up the last scraps of food on his plate, Inko's elbow bumped into his empty glass as she was cleaning the table, causing it to tip over the mahogany top, quickly falling to the floor.

Without thinking nor looking, Izuku's hand shot out, firmly grabbing the cup before it fell to the ground, saving the glass from fragmenting into small, dangerous shards.

He didn't even know it WAS falling. How could he have grabbed it?

After handing the glass to his shocked mother, he hugged her and waved goodbye, well on his journey to his school.

It was just a routine metro ride to Aldera, but Izuku was completely drained of energy, not having totally recovered from the spider's bite. His right hand still felt a bit sore, and his brain was hazy and foggy. He certainly wasn't looking forward to the day he had ahead of him, and really wished he would have slept in for the day.

Everything aside though, it was an ordinary morning for Izuku. He had purchased a can of cheap soda to try and wake him up, not that it did much good. On the train, he was beyond exhausted and actually fell asleep for a bit.

To pass the time, he checked his customized RSS feed for any stories relating to Heroics, finding an interesting article about Ms. Joke apprehending a villain whose quirk allowed them to bodily replicate at will the physical properties of anything they touched, altering the molecular structure of his body. The media had taken to calling him "The Absorbing Man".

He sketched a few notes down in his notebook, theorizing the strengths and flaws such an exceptionally versatile ability would grant its user.

Halfway through the school day, the bell for lunch rang across the school, leading to the student body rushing into the cafeteria, hoping to chomp down on some much-needed sustenance to get through the rest of the day.

Approaching his favorite spot that resided by a crumbling brick wall, Izuku plopped himself down with his tray; alone, just like always.

Once comfortable, Izuku practically inhaled his food, where it all vanished right into his gullet. While distracted, he had put his left hand down on his chopsticks, which he had been looking for. He picked up his hand, the sticks following with him.

Assuming that that sweat was making them stick together (It had been rather hot inside the school today), he flailed his hand around thinking it would release the chopsticks…until they annoyingly didn't.

Izuku realized that his chopsticks were attached to his hand. In response, the teen pulled the chopsticks away from his palm with his other hand, where he came upon something even more atrocious.

There was something translucent and sticky stuck between his utensils and his hand.

"What the...?!"

Eyes wide, he gawked at the thick and opaque material, not noticing what had happened when he slightly clenched the middle and ring finger of his right hand down on his palm. It was only when he felt pressure release in his forearm that he glanced up.

More of the viscous material had shot out from his uppermost forearm, sticking to the black plastic bento box that was in front of him. Alarmed, he yanked his right arm behind him, thinking the sticky interweaving threads would tear off from his forearm with enough strain.

But the last thing Izuku expected was the webbing AND the bento box following his arm, where it sailed right towards him. He instantaneously ducked under the box, where it hit a poor blond student two tables behind him. Izuku's head snapped back, finally seeing who he hit.

Kacchan, who seemingly froze in place.

Tuesday had decided that out of anyone that could have been smacked with the box, it was Kacchan.

Horrified, Izuku sprung out of his seat and scurried out of the area, hopeful that Kacchan or anyone else didn't see that he was the perpetrator.

Katsuki was sitting at a table in the Aldera lunchroom, picking at his spicy gyoza dumplings. He quietly listened to his classmates, Omori Yuki and Hirai Akari, chat about their lives.

"So yeah, I honestly think I might just attend a tech school instead," explained Yuki, who guzzled the last of his meager milk carton.

"Bwlighe wah skoo?" Akari mumbled through a mouthful of gong bao chicken.

Yuki's face contorted in revulsion. "Ugh, jeez, Hirai-san, anyone ever taught you to not talk with your mouth full?"

In retaliation, Akari opened her mouth wide, letting Yuki see bits of mush that were still hanging around in her mouth. Akari swallowed her food once she saw Yuki gag.

"Man, and here I thought you were the one with the cast iron belly, " Akari snarkily commented. The chlorokinesis Quirk user took another bite out of her food and spoke again. "Anyway, what I was trying to say was, what tech school were you thinking of applying to? "

"Oh, well I was thinking about-"

"You extras talk too much," Katsuki interrupted, before popping another dumpling into his mouth and rolling his eyes. Akari looked at Katsuki furiously, whilst Yuki shrugged, munching on an apple as he did.

"I'm sorry Hirai-chan, but that's Bakugō -kun for you."

"Yeah, well at least I don't look like I bite people..." Akari huffed, crossing her arms. Katsuki was about to angrily retort when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, abruptly sounding off expletives of pain as his head reeled forward. His hand automatically reached towards the back of his head; Akari and Yuki immediately stopped bickering, a complete lull in the area of students.

Then, students began laughing at the explosive blond.

Katsuki slowly turned around and yelled out as his hands started to tremble as he looked at everyone. "Who the hell did this huh?! Who did this?! I'll blast you apart!"

Almost immediately, Katsuki caught the glimpse of a scrawny viridian with red shoes racing through the exit.

He didn't have to be a genius to figure out who it was; Deku, the quirkless failure who distracted that stupid sludge villain weeks ago, buying time for All Might to save him.

"... Deku?!"

Hearing the name of their quirkless classmate, Yuki pieced two and two together.

"Bakugō -kun, I think-" began Yuki, awfully afraid at the sight of an enraged Bakugō.

"Shut up. I'll be back," Katsuki growled, shoveling a bite of eggs into his mouth before stomping off. He wasn't going to lose sight of the scrawny green loser so easily.

As Katsuki left the lunchroom, Yuki shook his head. "Midoriya just never learns, does he? Doesn't matter what we do to him."

Curious, Akari questioned the technopathy Quirk user further.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing you should worry about. Just some light teasing, that's all."

To make sure that he would find out where the greenette was going, he decided to start trailing Deku, but Katsuki was getting more and more frustrated as he prowled through the halls, still not being able to find his quirkless target.

"Dammit, where is he?! He couldn't have gotten that far!"

He was already on the 4th floor; he should have found the runt by now! Knowing that damn nerd, he would do his best to avoid a fight!

Katsuki wasn't going to accept that. He wasn't going to just let Deku get past him like he's an idiot.

It wasn't until he was on the 5th floor did he see the dark silhouette of Deku. Katsuki watched Midoriya slowly climb up the stairs that lead to the school's roof, which made him rather giddy.

He could kick Deku's ass without holding back.

Izuku took in erratic breaths as he looked at the sparrows passing above him. He looked at his phone; the device had once been the latest in technology, but now its software was hopelessly outdated. He felt tempted to call his mom and beg for her to-

"Deku!"

Hearing that demeaning name filled Izuku with dread. He recognized that voice, even if he hadn't heard it for a few weeks.

Turning his head to face the voice, sure enough, there he was. The worst culprit of his bullying throughout his entire life, Bakugō Katsuki

The boy yelped as he fully looked back to see his ash-blonde classmate (this wasn't the first Kacchan had snuck up on him from behind and it certainly wouldn't be the last). Katsuki greeted Deku with his signature scowl plastered on his face.

A small bead of sweat ran down Izuku's forehead as he thought about how much less pain he'd have to deal with if he just accepted his fate. Unfortunately, the boy wasn't good at holding in his emotions as tears started to form in his eyes. Izuku bowed his head as low as he possibly could. "Kacchan, I'm s-so s-sorry."

"Y-You're not h-hurt that bad, r-right?" The boy hesitantly asked as he looked at Kacchan, concerned his childhood friend didn't instantly respond as usual.

Katsuki's expression faltered for a few moments, seemingly conflicted. His eyebrows buried deeper into his eyes before he shook his head and bared his teeth, his hands generating smoke as he spoke. "You're so dead for that stupid prank, freak!"

Izuku cringed at the fury behind those words. At that instant, the ash-blonde teen air-launched himself with a bombardment of explosions, flying at an incredible velocity.

All of a sudden, Izuku experienced a tingling sensation at the base of his skull. Before realizing what he was doing, Izuku jolted his body to the left, evading Bakugō 's clenched fist as it sailed past him. Lurching his head up as quickly as could move, Izuku noted that the muscular arm sparked like gunpowder about to explode, producing small explosions.

Twisting around, Izuku threw his arms up in fear and babbled out a flurry of apologies.

"I'm s-sorry Kacchan, it wa-was an a-accident! I don't want to f-fight you, please! S-something's wr-wrong with me and I d-don-"

"Shut the hell up!" Bakugō barked out as he spun around and positioned his hands facing his backside. "You think you can make a joke out of me?!"

He shot off gigantic explosions, pushing himself onward at a breakneck speed. He rocketed towards Izuku as he prepared to discharge a tight blast at him. Immediately, Izuku felt the back of his head pulsate again. Katsuki threw a nasty left hook, triggering his fist with concentrated explosions, aiming to knock the scrawny boy off his feet.

To Izuku, however, it looked like Kacchan was the living embodiment of molasses. Awkwardly angling his body around the hook, he began to flip out when everything seemed to speed up again.

Quickly, the young boy managed to regain his footing after stumbling for a few moments, and stood upright as Bakugō skidded on the gravel under their feet.

The ash-blonde youth clenched his fists before realigning himself and propelling with explosions towards Izuku as he moved in for a kick. "Stop moving, and it'll hurt less!"

Izuku's eyes widened and his body quickly reacted on supernatural instinct, parrying the kick before Katsuki ignited another blast at him which was narrowly dodged. Frightened, the greenette tried defending himself by feebly shoving Bakugō hoping that it would put some distance between them. But rather than somewhat pushing Kacchan away, his shove knocked the explosive blond 10 feet back from him, where he crashed into metallic railings.

Izuku took advantage of the situation by bolting out of the area.

"Get back here, Deku!" Katsuki snarled, stumbling back up from the punch, only to fall back down on the ground from pain. "Damn, that hurt..."

Izuku was spiraling as he sprinted onto the school grounds, narrowly avoiding other students in his way as he burst through the front doors of Aldera. He felt panic invade his senses and tension grew in himself, his mind replaying the skirmish. His breathing became more rapid, shallow as he delved deep into the city of Musutafu.

Midoriya Izuku was scared.

He was scared, and he didn't know what to do.

Author's Note: Hey, readers. This is my first attempt at writing any fan fiction story, so it's going to be janky and whatnot. This story has been wracked up in my head for ages. I love both Spider-Man and MHA/BNHA, and I always thought Midoriya Izuku was similar to Peter Parker, so I decided that, hey, why not mash the two together? What I got was this.

Also, for clarity, All Might didn't visit Izuku after Bakugō "thanked" him, so Izuku doesn't have OFA.

Criticism is welcome! No one starts as a perfect writer, and I'm far from perfect. If you want to see more, then post a review. Or if you don't want to see more, then don't. It's all up to you. Let me know.

Signed, Vance Astro