Three weeks after the car crash
"-And now, show me on the dummy what you do if you realize they aren't breathing." Recovery girl asked, going through her first lesson with Izuku. The greenette looked down at the dummy, noting its body was somewhat hanging off the table it was on so he gently but quickly moved it onto firmer ground before placing the heel of his hand onto its chest. His other hand sat atop his first, fingers interlocking with it, keeping his fingers raised to avoid touching the imaginary rib cage.
He then began to give chest compression's like the elderly woman had taught him mere moments ago, stopping after a couple moments and moving the dummy's head, tilting so it's supposed airway would be open as the mouth fell.
He then pinched it's nose, closing off its nostrils and starting to give rescue breaths to it while keeping an eye on its rising chest. He then pulled away and watched it fall, before returning and doing the rescue breaths again, repeating the process once before going back to chest compression's.
After another minute of this, Recovery Girl had finally seen enough.
"Alright, dearie that's enough. He is breathing again." She said, making him stop and giving him a kind smile and pulling out a sweet dispense, placing a pellet into the greenette's hand. "Well done on following all the steps. CPR may be one of the most basic practices but it's still incredibly useful to know."
"Thank you!" He said with his bright smile, quickly swallowing the sweet and waiting for whatever the nurse deemed a good progression for their training. Before she could though, the door suddenly swung open and a brown haired boy stumbled in, holding his face and hissing,
"Recovery girl?" The boy asked, while feeling around as though he was unable to see. The elderly woman let out a frustrated sigh, before gesturing for the child to wait on a nearby seat which he did. "It happened again!"
"What did I tell you, you idiot child?" The woman complained, smacking the boy's leg with her cane lightly. "You have only yourself to blame. The girl clearly doesn't like you, stop trying to push your luck."
"But-"
Another smack, which made Midoriya giggle a tiny bit while the nurse set the teen down on a bed and began rifling through a drawer, pulling out a spray of some kind and spraying it over their eyes. After a moment, she kisses him and he started to heal.
"You know she carries pepper spray on her-" Suddenly, Izuku's eyes lit up as gears began turning in his brain. "-So why would you even try to irritate her."
"…"
"Oh for…" A much harder smack hit the top of the students head, causing him to wince. "You acted like a pervert, didn't you!?"
"No, I just- ….Ok yeah…."
The child in the room titled his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Huh? What's a pervert?"
"AHH!" The student shouted in surprise, not expecting the child to be there before whipping around. "Who the…"
"Nothing you need concern yourself with, Dearie! Just don't be one, which I presume your mother has already made sure of. At the very least, not one like this hopeless case." The elderly woman sighed, before addressing the students confused stare. "Ryozuku, this is Midoriya. He's learning first aid and some more advanced stuff under me. You'll both probably meet again considering how often you end up in here."
"Oh, nice to meet yoU!" Izuku said with a bright smile, which the student returned with a confused but genuine one.
"Uh, you too kid. Hope your lessons go well?"
"Me too!"
After a few more minutes of talking, the brunette was eventually sent on his way and Izuku had ended up inquiring about the pepper spray. As it turned out, Ryozuku had a bad habit of irritating a certain general studies who always carried a mild pepper spray of her own making.
In the future, the quirkless boy would sometimes wonder if Recovery Girl knew exactly what she was doing when she gave him the instructions on how to make it himself.
Only two days later, Izuku found himself in the workshop which was quickly becoming a familiar and favourite location of his. Some might of found the constant noise of working students irritating but he liked it, giving something for his overactive brain to focus on when he didn't have anything else to do.
"Alright Kiddo, I looked over those designs you drew up." Powerloader said, pulling said plans out along with a bunch of basic materials and tools. "And I'm pleased to say, they all seem feasible so far without even needing to go high-grade."
"Oh, that's good! I was really hopeful because the more I think about it the more I really like my wrist shooters!" The greenette bounced in his seat a bit, bright toothy smile on display once again. "It seems super cool in my mind now I can visualise it!"
"Heh. Well glad you can see it. I gotta say the 20 combinations bit caught me off-guard a little. You really did listen when I said variety huh. However you only had three things listed to put in, got any other ideas now?" The support teacher inquired, and the boy hummed before nodding.
"Just one for now sir! Pepper Spray." He revealed, before quickly launching into an explanation at the man's questioning look. "I saw a student come into the infirmary after being sprayed, and Recovery Girl was able to heal him really fast! She had this Medical Cooling Spray that stopped the irritation so if I could get that as well, then I could help relieve it after when the fight is done! Recovery girl told me the recipe for a decent mild spray that's just enough to stop someone being able to do anything else for just a couple minutes. Is that not a good idea?"
"Oh, no it's a brilliant idea! I'm just a little surprised you suggested it." The teacher shrugged, before grinning. "Well that gives us four different kinds of cartridges to make. Before any of that though, I say we should start building that case and wrist holders you had in mind."
"Yes sir!"
By the end of their lesson that day, they had made two cases and a modified cartridge that was spraying water when Izuku pulled in his fingers. It vaguely reminded the boy of a fictional comic book character but he couldn't place his finger on which one.
He was grinning looking at the result on the table, as he packed up to leave but before he actually did…
"Oh, Izuku, one last thing." Powerloader called, opening his drawer and reaching into his desk. Curious, the greenette came back over and the man pulled out a bunch of small pellets the size of marbles and two gloves. "I got you a present."
"A-a present sir?! Oh, y-you r-really didn't have t-to! I w-wouldn't want to-" Before he could protest, the support teacher laughed, pushing the gloves across the table.
"It's fine kid. Besides, one of these is more for practicality and responsibility anyways." He explained and the greenette came forward, picking up the gloves to inspect them. They were reminiscent of paint ball gloves the child had seen, except instead of plastic pads on the fingers and back of the hand, it seemed to be some kind of gel that was much slimmer and more streamlines that also sat in the palm. "These aren't too easy to get because they're rare for people to need. They're absolutely perfect for you though, see it's a thin material so it shouldn't get in the way of the wrist-shooters, but the material itself is actually flame retardant."
"Oh! So then, they're so I can fire off the shooters without worrying about burning myself?" He inquired, and the man nodded.
"Bingo! As for the gel, no offense kid but you're not exactly the pinnacle of human strength and I heard you kinda bruised up your hands in your self-defence lessons. These will give your hits that little extra punch while protecting you from the impact at the same time." Powerloader explained, grinning at the shine in his student's eyes.
"Thank you so much!" the child said as he quickly slipped them onto his hand, giggling when they perfectly fit around his fingers. If it weren't for the slight weight of the gel pads he might have not even been able to tell he was wearing them.
"No problem. Now as for these, you've been talking about sleeping gas pellets for as long as you've been up here, so it's been constantly rattling around my mind." The man said, picking one of them up. "They're small but dense, so have too many and you're gonna be super weighed down. They're pressure activated, so throw them and enough gas to knock out a full grown adult or two will come out."
"They're that strong?!" Midoriya inquired with wide eyes, getting a nod from the man.
"Yup. Midnight's quirk is fairly potent." The man grinned, before picking them up and putting them away. "These I'm going to hang onto for a while though. When we finish your wrist shooters, Nezu is working on getting a kind of permission form to let you wear them at all times but until that's done, best to keep the gadgets here. As well as that, I think I want to save these until our special lesson."
"Special Lesson, sir?" Midoriya asked, tilting his head. Powerloader just laughed.
"Ah don't worry about it kid. It's probably still quite a while away for now. Now you get going, your mom will start to wonder where you are if I keep ya any longer!"
"Oh, right! Thank you Powerloader, sir! I'll see you soon!"
With that, the greenette left off and the support teacher chuckled quietly to himself.
"…Yeah, I'm fighting miss Midoriya for custody."
A month after the car crash
Izuku grunted quietly as he sat perched atop the wardrobe in the house he was currently in, waiting with his breath held for Aizawa to take his leave from the room.
Stealth training had been a series of games in the vein of hide and seek, all designed to simulate real stealth scenario's. They were currently playing the one that Izuku had failed the most consistently so far.
The goal was simple. He had to get a briefcase containing important information away from Aizawa who was guarding it in the building. Right now, his efforts weren't alone however, as under a nearby bed there laid midnight, also holding her breathe.
When the scruffy pro turned to walk away, midnight began to scoot out. Midoriya wish he had a way to communicate beyond really confusing finger signals, as he tried to gesture for the woman to knock Aizawa out.
However she instead took it as him saying to grab the case, which she had to follow in the spirit of the exercise. Knowing they were not going to get away with this if he didn't do something, he quickly tapped the wall beside him, prompting Aizawa to run outside and look for the noise.
At the same time, he jumped down and got close to midnight. "I meant knock him out!"
"Oh, shit! Wait, ah sorry kid-"
Footsteps began to make their way back, and Izuku quickly gestured for her to go to the door. She quickly complied and as soon as Aizawa walked in, pink sleeping gas entered his nostrils and he collapsed to the ground.
'I really need to look into a way of communicating better that finger signals. Oh and I should get a mask at some point to cancel out Midnight's- OH!'
His eyes lit up with a new idea, but he first focused on hurrying out of the building with Midnight and getting to the entrance. They did, and the two shared a smile as they high fived.
"Way to go, kiddo!"
"Thanks Nemuri!" he said happily, missing the small coo from the woman still not realizing he was calling her by name.
In fact he was probably missing a lot because he got distracted by a new idea, as he pulled a notebook out his bag and began to sketch out a preliminary design for his idea.
A few weeks later, he approached Powerloader with the design at the same time he finally got his two finished wrist shooters. They were a little oversized but still surprisingly light and so the greenette certainly wasn't complaining. He still needed to find at least one more addition to the sprays included so that he had one per cartridge but he was happy with what he had so far.
His arm was surrounded by a rainbow of coloured lighters, as he decided to colour code each one for the sake of remembering which contained which. He would probably have to consider some other way of telling them apart eventually though to blend in easier.
The support teacher had taken one look at the design in mind, and had grinned wildly while claiming it was also something to incorporate into this supposed special class he'd mentioned before. He still gave no sense of when that would be.
The design itself wasn't too special, it was a full face mask in two parts. He had a metal section designed to look like big smiling teeth much like a certain pro he admired. Aesthetically it was cool but it also was designed so that while he could breathe, air could very barely get in meaning that while it was attached gases wouldn't be able to affect him.
The other section on it's own resembled oversized sunglasses, taking up most of his face. They had bands that looped around the ear keeping it in place and the big point he'd been looking to, was that the lenses had miniature LED's installed. The idea was that at the push of a button on a remote he'd carry with him, different sets of the lights would turn on and off, allowing him to convey quick silent messages.
In his humble opinion, it looked awesome.
Six months after the car crash
Rescue training with thirteen was always a great time for Izuku. It was one of his favourite classes to attend as it was the real stuff he cared about, helping save lives.
Sometimes admittedly though, the class could be a bit repetitive as Thirteen liked to be absolutely sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that their lessons stuck.
This was the third time in the last two months Midoriya found himself shifting heavy rubble around a city wreck to find and save dummies acting as civilians. His arms ached as he slowly shifted yet another boulder, and he grunted internally.
He finally had his wrist-shooters attached near constantly but he doubted pepper spray was going to do much for the rocks.
'This isn't working. These boulders are way too heavy. Need a way to break them…' his eyes searched for any way to do so, and they lit up as they landed on one of the few non-destroyed stores. "Thirteen, I have an idea! I need you to keep an eye on this 'civilian' though."
"Good, making sure they are ok." They nodded in approval, bending down beside him and holding the boulders as though making sure nothing would happen.
He hurried inside one, looking around for aerosol can's and grinning when he found exactly what he wanted, computer duster. 'Guess dad left me with one useful thing…'
He bolted back out, kneeling beside Thirteen who titled their head. "What's that?"
"I'm using a trick I somewhat remember from my dad before he left. His throat was the only part of his body designed to handle the flames his flame breathe made, which caused issues but he was able to do this-" As he talked, the greenette tilted the areosol can upside down and waited a moment, before spraying the rubble. "-I've still got to be careful, it's cold enough that frostbites a risk but this should…."
After a couple of seconds, the greenette curled his fist and punched the rubble hard. It hurt like hell but it cracked, thanks to being fairly small and turning brittle.
"That's gonna need a bit of adjustment." The boy muttered, shaking his hand before careful lifting out the dummy and carrying it to safety to assess it's condition.
As he did, the back of his mind continued going.
'So aerosol cans are just containers so I wonder…. I still have a free slot in my wrist shooters… Fire, water, sleeping gas, pepper spray and this would make basically an ice spray of sorts… Something to keep in mind.'
"We really need to look into doing something about your level of strength kid, you could probably do with a bit more muscle on ya." Thirteen commented from the side, and Izuku just sighed. He'd been hearing comments like that a lot lately.
'Something else to think about I suppose.'
Seven months after the car crash.
Izuku's breathing was shallow as his back pressed against the wall. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping like this, he hadn't meant to…
But he'd been walking along the halls, which had been oddly barren and he'd heard some commotion from nearby. He'd hurried over curious and…
All Might was there, but he looked like he was on the verge of death with bruises and bandages, hair wilting. He struggled along the wall, ready to collapse at any moment as Nezu watched him sadly.
Maybe, if he had realized in time what he was seeing, he would left.
Maybe then he wouldn't have heard what he never should have. Because he would never be able to unhear what he did.
"If you're looking for a successor, All might, I'm sure we could fine one here at U.A."
"You must retire!"
"Who will be the symbol of peace until I find someone who fits the role?! Even with All for One deathbed there are so many villains out there."
"YOU CAN'T EVEN SMILE RIGHT NOW!"
"You used your foresight on me?!"
"IF YOU DON'T STOP, YOU WILL DIE AN UNSPEAKABLY GRUESOME DEATH!"
Midoriya had been rooted to the spot the whole time. How was a child supposed to process something like that? All Might had been the strongest person in the world since before he was born and now…
He looked down at his weak, quirkless hands. Someone as low down as him… he'd once been happy to just become a hero at all but now…
If someone could do this too All Might then just being a hero wasn't enough. It didn't matter if he was quirkless, he was going to surpass every hero he'd ever seen somehow.
Somehow.
Because if everything he heard was true, he wasn't sure it was actually a choice.
He never told the teachers he was there.
One year after the car crash
"Alright kiddo, it's finally time for your special class!" Powerloader said with a grin, gesturing to the empty workshop they had all to themselves. "I think you'll get a kick out of this."
"What is the class sir?" Midoriya inquired, crossing his arms in a way that was eerily reminiscent of Aizawa.
"We're gonna be making you a hero costume." The support teacher revealed, laughing internally at the look of pure joy that quickly came onto the greenette's face. "So I hope you have a few ideas."
"Yes sir!"
"Well remember kid, we gotta be sure to be functional for ya. Want to be able to hold onto as many advantages as you can. This is why I saved your mask idea and was keeping the sleep pellets. The mask is great, and the pellets need a place to be stored before I can give you them." Powerloader walked over to a closest, and begin to pick out various materials. "Seems like the perfect time anyways. You've done a whole years' worth of training completely powerless now so we can finally start introducing gadgets into the equation."
"Oh, while we're at it sir, I had an idea how to account for my lack of physical strength. At least in fights." Midoriya said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. "This used to be my dad's, but he's not using it and my mom doesn't want it so I thought I could use it for this idea."
"Already seems like it would hurt having that hit someone, seems like solid metal. What's your idea?" The man inquired, and the greenette grinned.
"I want to add a current inside it, so it shocks people like a taser." He explained, and Powerloader let out a hum of surprise, before putting down the materials with a grin.
"Well, then if we're gonna get around to that soon, we better get started."
With that, the two had quickly set off into one of the biggest designing sessions they ever had, going through many iterations and ideas.
You'd never guess it with the final design though, that they had managed to throw together and the support pro was now judging on his student., who had just come out a nearby room.
He wore custom cargo pants that were designed to fit more tightly to avoid rustling noises and such, that were a green darker than his hair. He had a pure black tank top on and between the two was a bright red utility belt that matched his signature shoes.
His mask looked as amazing and creepy as one would probably expect with the metal mouthpiece and cold black lenses that currently had circle's conveying zero messages, just as a tester to be sure they worked.
He wore a black trench coat cut down to fit him over it all, which when the support teacher had questioned the greenette had explained it helped hide what exactly he could do. Plus it just added to the cool factor.
That was the bigger reason really.
His gloves were as black as the lenses and sat upon one of the fingers now was the ring which had black tape over it, attaching a miniature battery with copper coils.
It worked on a very simple principle. When pressure was applied, it would zap whatever it touched. Currently there was nothing more than a light shock that would probably keep people irritated more than anything but they would eventually get their hands on more rings and start to up the voltages.
Midoriya did have one idea for an upgrade but he kept that in the back of his mind for now, knowing he'd probably be told to wait until he's older.
"Looking amazing, kid! You're even starting to bulk up just a little bit, so maybe that ring won't be quite as big a necessity in the future." Powerloader praised with a grin. "Now, we've been at this for longer than normal, why don't we take a break?"
"Ok!" Midoriya nodded, following the man to the teacher's lounge where they took a seat and the TV in there was turned on. Whatever Midoriya expected to come up, it was not what did.
The news flickered on and the greenette gasped at the image displayed of his old school principal being lead away in handcuffs to a police car.
"-Many believe this might be the end of Aldera Middle school all together. After certain leaks of information, investigations were conducted and the school's principal has been arrested for gross neglect of the safety and health of the children in his care. As well as this, many teachers have been laid off from teaching permanently."
Suddenly the channel switched, but Midoriya didn't complain or say anything. He was too busy being confused.
'But if the school shuts down…. What will happen to Kacchan?'
He didn't ever get his answer.
Two and a half years after the car crash.
Izuku hummed happily as he walked through the familiar U.A. halls, in his makeshift hero costume. He nodded his head happily to each of the student he passed, many waving back to the now familiar little boy.
He'd appeared out of nowhere to many of them but now a U.A. without the random green haired kid running about the halls wouldn't really feel like U.A.
"Oh oh oh! Heya Izuku!" A cheery feminine voice called, and Midoriya grinned as a trio walked towards him. It had a nervous looking black haired boy who rarely met anyone's gaze, a strong and funny blonde that Midoriya couldn't help but look up to in the short time he knew the first year and leading the two boy's, a well endowed blue haired girl with a bubbly personality and abundance of energy ran to the greenette.
The child and teen quickly shared a double high five, giggling as she then ruffled his hair.
"Going to snipe, Midoriya?" The blonde, Mirio, asked. The greenette had talked with a lot of the students since coming up here but the blue haired girl, Nejire had actively sought him out just to talk multiple times which lead to him getting to know her and her two close friends. They probably knew more about him than any of the other students.
"Yep! We're going to be handling a new type of weapon today." The greenette said proudly, with a relieved smile. "I like his class, but I'm kinda glad to change. Gun's are noisy, messy and really boring."
"Ha, you said it!" Nejire hummed happily, picking him up into a spinning hug which he didn't resist. "Go make us proud, kid!"
"I will!" The greenette giggled, before hurrying off to the shooting range. It took him a couple minutes but when he finally got there, he walked inside and was surprised to see the man had picked a crossbow to teach him.
"Ah, there ya are pardner. Alrighty, lil fella, here's the plan. Today is just gonna be basic target practice, after I teach ya how to load this here thing up."
Midoriya had nodded, watching the man carefully as he instructed on how to load the contraption. When it had finally been the greenette's turn to use it, he'd immediately had way more fun than he did with the guns.
Not that fun was a major factor in what was actually required but he certainly took to the contraption a look quicker than he did to firearms.
'Shame this is so big and clunky. No way I could carry this into an actual battle with everything else. Well I could but would totally take up far too much space. Maybe I could find a way to loosen it? I mean…'
His eyes were aiming down the sight snipe had attached and as they did, they looked to the metal casing on his wrist.
'Maybe…. If I could make it fold back and get some fire proof string….'
He fired the crossbow, hitting a bulls-eye. He couldn't help but wonder if that was a sign from above, encouraging him.
A few months later, he'd come back alone, and had hit three more perfect bulls-eyes with much smaller darts. Smaller, because now they had to fit into his longer modified case.
Four years after the Car Crash
Izuku never lost his cute looks as he grew up, still retaining his baby face but his muscles were definitely starting to grow. He still wasn't Hercules or anything but he could lift a fair amount of weight and his punches were starting to become much more serious, even without the addition of the powered up taser strikes.
Speaking of those, it was time he finally got around to making the upgrade he wanted now he was older. He could focus on that a bit after though, as at the moment he was wielding a whip against three different Ectoplasm clones coming at him with various weapons.
He struck the first clones sword out of his had before turning and hitting the second in the head, pulling them and their knuckle dusters to the ground. The final clone grabbed the whip, so Izuku let go and let the m have it, before running and swiping their feet from beneath them and holding his wrist shooter above its head. "Don't move, or I let loose."
The clones suddenly dissipated into smoke, and Ectoplasm clapped.
"Well done, Midoriya. You're really starting to get a hang of the whip. Midnight must be so proud." The man joked, making the greenette laugh. "So what do you think then?"
"Well, It's really efficient, especially this kind that curls. It's a bit lacking on power though. Swords are way too sharp for my liking, the baseball bat was to clunky and the knuckle dusters are great but they're more an addition to striking power. What I really would like is something that kind is between the flexibility of a whip and the striking power of a bat."
"Yeah well-"
Ding!
"Oh, sorry, hang on a moment Midoriya." Ectoplasm apologised as he pulled out his phone, looking at the messages he got before frowning. "Oh dang it!"
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"Nothing important, just accidentally scheduled two things at the same time. My friend wants me to come up and help her with a bungee jump for her kid, and I accidentally told Vlad King I'd met him for a snooker game around the same time." He explained, rubbing the back of his head. "Try to stay better than scheduling than me kid."
"Snooker and... bungee?" Midoriya asked, titlting his head as 'that look' entered his eyes once more. "Uh… sir? Would you say a snooker ball would be more dangerous than a baseball if it hit you with force?"
"Probably about the same I'd imagine. Either way, in this day in age should be easy enough to heal. Why- Oh god, you have an idea don't you?"
"Well, it's just, what if I used something like Aizawa's capture tape scarf as a cord attached into a snooker ball?" Midoriya wondered, as he picked up the knuckle dusters one of the clones had dropped. "Cause I've tried his capture tape before and small amounts of it are bouncy so I was thinking it could be kind of a cross between a capture weapon like Aizawa's and a fighting weapon like Midnight's."
"God, you are so their kid." Ectoplasm muttered, too quiet for Izuku to hear. "Well, if you do get around to making that, bring it in and we can give it a try at least. What would you even call it?"
Izuku smirked as a name immediately came to mind. "Thunderball!"
"…Ok, I admit that sounds really cool. Oh, and before I forget, what're you doing with those knuckle dusters?"
"Oh right! I had this idea for my taser ring ages ago, that because it's meant to make my punches more effective, what if I applied the principle to knuckledusters instead?" He explained. "I knew I'd be told to wait until I was bit older and now I am, so I was hoping I could try it! Uh.. though they might not come back then. I had another idea that might make the dusters themselves a permanent part of my gloves."
"U.A. can replace them, I'll let Powerloader make the call on whatever you plan for that." Ectoplasm waved away, and the greenette thanked him quickly before running off.
He did his demanded not to let his voice crack.
"Just one more year. They grow up so fast."
A week earlier.
Once more Izuku found himself trawling through rubble. Ever since he'd added the ice spray to his wrist shooters, and his strength had increased it had gotten easier but it was still a hassle.
As he fought with the rocks he frowned. A part of him wished he had the knuckle dusters already because it would make punching in the rocks that little bit easier and less painful.
Another part of him realized with a start he was still missing a sharp weapon. Something to actually tear through things. That was something he'd have to consider changing at some point. He didn't actually have an idea for what though.
Funnily enough however, he would get an answer In his second class that day, as he put on a white coat and followed Recovery Girl around, helping with her patients.
After all, after almost five years of non-stop learning in the infirmary and seeing the most common injuries, he had enough of a handle on them that he could probably help heal some of them on his own. He certainly wasn't a medical professional of course but Recovery Girl had deemed him smart enough to serve as her assistant and he did with just as much care and reverence as he planned to bring into his role as a hero.
One of the students to come in had been a second year who was friends with Nejire, who had solid metal claws that the greenette had to be extra careful of while helping assess her, after she had been caught in a small explosion.
He'd had to jump out of the way at one point when she suddenly moved, and sliced straight through the metal bars.
"Now now, Chinami, you're in the infirmary." Recovery Girl said in a calming voice, mindful of the claws as she inched forward. "You're safe, and just need to heal, ok?"
"O-oh… Recovery Girl…." She then twisted her head over, and let out sigh. "And… Sorry Midoriya…"
"Well you didn't hit me so no harm done." The greenette assured, as Recovery Girl began to start properly checking the girl while Izuku ran around, getting whatever the nurse called out for.
He couldn't help but note the strength of those claws. The bed frames where made out of literal tungsten to deal with students with more destructive quirks and the girl had managed to tear right through it. She'd definitely do well as a combat hero, that's for sure.
There was no way he could make something of those length or power, but he could make something still decently powerful he thought as he looked down to his gel gloves he wore pretty much 24/7 nowadays.
Might get in the way of another idea he head though….
The next week, Thursday
"Hey, Powerloader?" Midoriya began as he walked in with the knuckle dusters, taking off his gloves and putting them on the workbench he'd gradually claimed as his over the years. "Do you have any pens? Like the ones you have to click in that have the springs."
"Oh, yeah I got more than a few of those, kiddo." The support teacher nodded, walking to his supply closest for the actual class filled with regular school supplies and revealing he basically had a whole shelf dedicated to biro pens. "What for?"
"I've got two more ideas for ways to improve myself. One of them is basically like claws, and I have an idea on how to go about it thanks to what you've taught me. I think I even know how to go about it in a way that will make it easy to replicate for the most part, but I'm gonna have to dismantle like twenty of those pens for the springs and cases."
"Well, not like we're exactly running short, help yourself." The pro shrugged. "Anything else?"
"Well, the stuff we used for my electric ring, want to add it onto a set of knuckles dusters. Will have to do that first though because once the claws are done I won't be able to take it off, with the design I have in mind. As for the claws, for the first batch just need razor blades and some magnetic stoppers."
"Gotcha, just give me a moment." Powerloader nodded, quickly bringing out the needed material, before suddenly raising a brow. "Wait, first batch?"
"Uh, yeah." Midoriya nodded, looking up. "I want these claws to be effective as possible so this is basically a test to make sure it works, then I want to see what the best metal I can get is to replace the claws with the strongest ones I can manage."
His teacher seemed to accept this, and left the supplies with Midoriya to start working with. It took a few hours but he eventually finished up his design, and looked up into the mirror before smirking at the image that greeted him.
His wrist shooters had the lighter cartridges now carefully painted pure black, with strips of colour showing through so that the colour coding remained. His gloves had the silver dusters wrapped around the lower part of his hand, with black tape holding in small but powerful batteries that could be removed now to change voltages and the pens had been incredibly useful.
He'd used the plastic ends as holsters for the blades, along with a kind of string holding in the blades, along with the magnets he'd ask for attached to another string. If he spread his fingers out as for as possible, the string would pull each magnet away and allow the claws to fall a certain distance before they stopped.
Spreading his fingers while his hand faced the ground would unsheathe the claws, and doing it with his hand facing up would sheathe them again. Of course, it was a little difficult to spread his fingers with the knuckle dusters on but he could just barely manage it, and the restriction actually worked in his favour, preventing him from accidentally unsheathing them by accident.
If he dared say it…
He was really starting to look like a pro.
Now he just needed to get started on the Thunderball.
Ten months before the Entrance Exam
Izuku's trench coat swished behind him as he adjusted his shooters and quickly tested his claws, satisfied they were moving at decent speed. He folded his wrist shooters case back, making sure the string was ready so he could use the crossbow if need be before putting it back to normal.
On his waist, sitting above his utility belt was his Thunderball, which he had painted dark green.
All his cartridges where filled to the brim and he reached into his pouches, quickly checking each one. One pouch contained the remote to his tightly affixed mask, which had the mouth piece hanging around his neck and the eyes set to the simple circles. The pouch also had cooling spray to help with the pepper spray and a roll of bandages.
The second pouched contained thirty sleeping pellets, which actually managed to make it the heavies pouch due to how dense the gas made them. Still the greenette could handle it. The next three pouches all contained batteries, each pouch meant for a different intensity level depending on his opponent.
The last two pouches contained replacement cartridges for if he ran out on both hands while fighting. He used the left pocket on his cargo pants to carry the arrows to his wristbow as it was just big enough to hold them.
He stepped out into the gym where his two teachers awaited him, and as soon as Aizawa and Nemuri's eyes fell on him, the r-18 pro let out a squeal.
"Oh my god, Shota! Look at him! Our kid's all grown up!" She said grabbing the man y the shoulders and shaking him.
"Oh calm down will you?" The man asked with a bored drawl as always, pulling away and meeting his students eye. "Ok Izuku, here's what we'll be doing today. We've not done any real training with dodging in a long time so me and midnight are going to basically be throwing dodge balls and tennis balls at you. As you can guess, you only need to dodge them. Or deflect them, but we'd prefer you focused on dodging when possible."
"Yes sir!" Midoriya nodded, before tilting his head. "Though, could I please test deflecting the first dodge ball with my claws? I just want to test quickly."
The two teachers shared a look before shrugging, and Midnight pelted the ball at him. His fingers spread the claws fell, before he quickly swiped through the area and ended up tearing almost all the way through the ball.
"Ok, so that's good to kno- WOAH!"
Aizawa never played fair, and this was no exception as he began throwing tennis balls at the teenager, causing him to have to immediately spring into action.
"Always be prepared." The scruffy man said lazily, probably hiding a smirk under his scarf. Midoriya rolled and dived, before sliding over the bonnet of a fake paper-mache car and pulling out his Thunderball. He gave it a test twirl before batting two incoming balls out the air and spinning it quickly enough to serve as a sort of make shift deflector.
This continued on for the next twenty minutes, as his two teachers chased him through the city. At one point, Aizawa took to the roofs and began to pelt him from above, and Midnight began using his own suggestion about using her quirk to control people's movement.
They were quickly boxing him in, making it much more difficult to make any kind of escape. What none of the three noticed, was what was left over from another class that had been around.
That being a bucket with gasoline still within.
When Aizawa eventually inquired he'd find out Vlad King had been training class 1-B, which had a student in it who had needed the gasoline for their quirk.
The reason didn't really matter either way, what did matter is Aizawa catapulted a ball right at the greenette, who had decided to test his flames, seeing if they had enough pressure to push the ball back.
It didn't and he moved out the way, but kept the flame on the ball on instinct, which ended up being a bad idea as it bounced into the gasoline which caused it to ignite.
The greenette had stumbled back, and the barrage stopped for a moment as the bucket caught on fire. Fortunately it didn't spread but the ball kept rolling forward, and then too Midoriya's fortune, it rolled into Midnight's sleeping gas.
The flaming ball quickly soaked up the oxygen and began to get rid of some of the sleeping gas, which let Izuku put on his mask and bolt for it. He held his hand up before either of the teachers could begin again however, picking up the flaming ball with his gloved hand.
Because the gloves were always meant to be flame retardant, he barely even noticed as he picked it up, before he quickly switched to his ice spray on one hand and put out the fire.
"He has that look again." Midnight chuckled as the underground hero landed beside her.
"So he's get yet another idea."
"If I could keep these in a coating of gasoline before going out, or some other flammable substance, I could ignite them with the wrist shooters." Midoriya muttered, spinning the ball in his hand. "Fireballs…"
"hey, well you can go talk to Powerloader about that soon!" Midnight said as she bounded over, placing a hand on her students shoulder. "It's about time for us to wrap up anyways."
The greenette didn't feel like that was right but sometimes the classes ended at different times so maybe that was just one of these occasions, so he just nodded and dropped the ball for now, pulling off his mask.
"Oh, hey Izuku? Want to mess with Aizawa a little?" Midnight asked quietly, with a shit-eating grin which Midoriya matched up quickly as well.
She whispered in his ear and he laughed lightly, as said man made his way over. "Ok you two, got everything before you leave?"
"Yeah, I have everything, dad." Izuku said, completely straight faced and it took all his willpower not to laugh as the man went rigid. However, as Midnight giggled, he was so not done. "What about you, mom?"
Suddenly the woman stopped laughing, before her face lit up and suddenly the teen was being suffocated in the woman's breasts as she held onto him for dear life.
"canth beathe!" he somehow managed to get out, and the woman loosened her grip a bit but still held onto him tight, nuzzling him with a massive smile.
"And now you've done it." Aizawa muttered amused, but he very clearly was trying to hide his own face behind his scarf.
"Oh I'm so happy!" Midnight cooed, before suddenly her grin turned sultrier and teasing. Aizawa would groan, but he didn't have the chance before she spoke. "That makes me a MILF!"
"Oh god dammit."
"What's a MILF? Is it a compliment?"
Both teacher's eyes moved to their student's curious gaze, forgetting that even for his age he was an innocent soul. Aizawa shot a warning look at his colleague, but It did nothing to dissuade her.
"Yup, it's a great compliment!" Midnight laughed, wiggling her eyebrows at Aizawa. It only got better with the greenette's next words.
"Oh, then I hope I can be a MILF someday!" Izuku said with a genuine smile, tilting his head like the cutie he was while Midnight roared with laughter.
"i-I'm s-sure you w-will be the g-greatest M-MILF!" She managed to get out between snickers while Izuku just tilted his head in confusion. "Oh e-excuse me, I gotta go!"
She quickly tore off, unable to contain her laughter and Aizawa just sighed, turning to his student.
"I can't believe I'm going to have to have this conversation with you, but a-"
"I know what one is, dad." Izuku said, this time genuinely unintentionally causing Aizawa to freeze again. "But I saw an opportunity to make her laugh so I took it."
"…Oh. You are way to sneaky for your own good sometimes."
"Thank you, dad." Izuku said with a shit eating grin.
"You're still calling me Dad."
"I know."
"….Oh. Well…. Good, I guess." The man said, nodding before walking off while Izuku laughed to himself.
They really were like a family to him by now. Most of them were uncles and aunts to him, but Aizawa was like a father, Midnight a second mom and recovery girl was basically a grandma.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
The day of the Entrance Exam
"You are absolutely sure you wouldn't rather take part in the recommend course at least?" Nezu made sure, as Izuku clipped on his belt and adjusted his wrist shooters. He knew the exam only consisted of fighting robots so he'd abandoned his sleeping pellets and cartridges, using the space to stock up on more fire and 'ice' sprays. He made sure his thunderball was ready and took a calming breathe. "I can still make the adjustments now."
"Yeah kiddo, kind ballsy to take on the entrance exam on your own." Present Mic said as she helped the greenette check he had everything. "You'll be competing with way more people."
"That's fine. I'm grateful for everything so far, but I need to do this." Izuku said with a determined look, cracking his knuckles. "I want to make sure I still absolutely earn my way in."
"Damn, you've gone from being a cool cute kid to… a cooler cute kid." Hizashi commented, ruffling his hair. Midoriya grinned leaning into, before he realized and pulled back, stretching. "You're not gonna change your mind at all, are you?"
"Not even if you held me at a gun point."
"Then, I guess it's time to put everything you know to the test kid." Present Mic said, while Nezu began to wander off. Midoriya presumed he was going to help the new teacher that had been hired, which the principal had actively refused to tell Midoriya who it was for some reason.
The teacher and student walked in, and the blonde showed the teen to his desk right at the front and centre, where he was examinee #00001, having been put down before anyone else to take part.
Out of curiosity, he looked to the number beside him, reading what was listed.
Examine Number: #00002
Name: Hagakure, Tooru
Beside him, he read another name he didn't recognize and vaguely he wondered if Kacchan would turn up.
He wasn't dumb, he figured out pretty soon after the Aledera scandal what really happened to the blonde, but by then he'd began to learn what actual care felt like and had seen what he'd been doing by defending the blonde.
Still, he'd never actually talked with anyone about it, so he could only be left to wait and wonder, until finally the first of many examinee's came in