My Iron Giant
-Prepare for TitanFall-
"D-dad?"
"He knows me!" Hisashi went up, giving a pat on the giant's face. "To be honest Izuku, I didn't think you'd recognize me so fast. Hell, I don't even recognize you!"
Ochaco now felt really underdressed, pulling her warm hat a little further down to hide her face. Izuku's self proclaimed Dad had showed up in a suit! Paired with his wife's outfit Ochaco stood out like a tank in a flower field. Well, maybe it would be more accurate to compare Izuku as the tank. She was more of a...tourist, yeah.
Across from her Inko seemed, stunned, surprised? Either way the woman was just wide eyed at the man, and maybe the lighting made her look even more pale.
"Pst." Mrs. Uraraka whispered to Inko. The woman nearly jumped out of her seat from flinching.
"I take it you weren't expecting him."
"N-not s-so s-soon."
"Ah great! There's food here!" Hisashi came right up to the table, grabbing a bowl and serving himself up. "MMMmmm, this is good! Much better than airplane food am I right?"
His question was met with silence.
"What? Seriously? None of you have been on a plane before?"
You know what, she liked Izuku's Dad so far. He was taking all the attention off her. Somehow he was more eye catching than a literal hundred foot tall mech. Not, eye catching in that way just...she was going to eat with Izuku.
"Excuse me?" She turned to her Dad.
"Yeah?"
"Is it alright if I go and eat with Izuku?"
"Wait, can he eat?"
"What about Izuku?" Hisashi interrupted, sitting in between the daughter and father. Putting his food down he began to dig in, looking between the two for an answer.
"Well." Mr. Uraraka coughed. "Ochaco here was just about to bring a bowl of food to Izuku so he could-"
"Oh no worries! I got it!" He grabbed the already made plate in front of Inko, stepping up and going back to Izuku. "Hey bud! You hungry?"
"N-no"
"Oh, so you don't eat anymore do you?"
"I-I tttd-dohn Te, Noh."
"Don't try to rush it, take all the time you need." He said in a calm tone, smiling up at the giant.
Izuku made quiet muttering noises, testing noises and getting the words right.
"I. don' ."
"There ya go champ!" Hisashi set the food down, clapping at Izuku's success.
Something felt contagious about his attitude that had Ochaco joining in, only to get the eyes on her again. Crap, shouldn't have done that SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT!
This….is going to be the longest meal of her life.
Ok, let's start a list.
One, his Dad was back from America.
Two, his Dad was a pro hero.
Three, his family was going to the funeral, aka, his Dad was coming.
While Izuku knew his Dad was going to show up this was all just so...sudden. If there was going to be anymore major life changing reveals he might just run back to the woods. People are hard to deal with.
*knock knock*
That, wow, someone casually tapping his eyelid was a new experience. It didn't hurt, but it was certainly weird. Opening his eye he saw who had disturbed him in the middle of the night.
Ochaco was floating with blanket wrapped around her, yawning in her hand.
How could he have missed her? He was failing the one thing that he could still do. What if someone broke in, what if it was a villain, what if it was a Nomu?
"Izuku, can I come in?"
*Shrk*
His eye opened, making a passageway for the girl. Pushing herself off the entrance she floated inside, tapping her fingers to land on her feet. Ochaco was in her pajamas this time, instead of borrowed clothes. Yet he was the same, wired up, hanging off metal arms. At least he could move freely inside his head, so long as he locked up his exterior body.
Though he couldn't think of any reason she would be here. Out there she had a bed, a family, life was outside not here.
"Hm, could use a bean bag." She mumbled, looking around at the empty area.
Oh, she wanted the bean bag. That made sense, everyone who had touched the cushion from heaven had craved it. Wait, the only others who knew what it felt like were Mirio and himself. With a short command, he remade the same large bag that they shared.
He waited for her to plop onto it, just like she and Mirio had done before. Yet she just walked around, looking at his screen and the miscellaneous information on it. After pacing around she finally glanced back at him, both very confused.
"Aren't you tired?" She asked, her own eyes having dark circles under them.
Izuku didn't think he could get tired, he didn't technically sleep when his quirk manifested. There was some concern when he gained more control of himself, but he was fine. His eyes just felt heavy sometimes, and his thoughts might be more scrambled the longer he stayed awake, and here and there he caught his eyelids closed.
When did he get on the bean bag?
Ochaco was there, slowly pushing his chest down so he was laying down. No, it's ok, he can stay awake to keep her safe. He just, needed her safe. A hand ran through his hair, lulling him further into the comfort of his resting spot.
"Looks like both of us are having trouble sleeping." She chuckled, yawning again and trying to cover her mouth with a hand. Kneeling next to him, she simply stayed with him. After a few more minutes of her fingers gliding across his scalp, he felt like moving an inch would be more effort than fighting another monster.
"Scooch over I'm tired."
But he would do that again for her.
Using the arm attached to his back, he picked up his limp body and scooted it half a foot over. Ochaco slugily lifted off her knees, laying right next to Izuku. She used her blanket and covered him as well, the two of them just so tired.
"I kept having nightmares, about USJ, about All Might."
Rustling under the warmth, she turned to her side to face him.
"Are you having nightmares too?"
Guns, explosions, bright lights, falling, death.
He shook his head no, no sleep meant no nightmares. Yet that image, All Might, his final moments, were burned in his vision. Izuku's glossy eyes widened, realizing Ochaco saw the same thing. Using what energy his will allowed, he rolled his head over to look at her. Ochaco reached up, brushing some of his curly locks aside.
"It's ok, you can sleep. I'll keep you safe."
Leaning into her touch was inevitable, it was much better than any bean bag. But he wasn't going to sleep, just...enjoy this.
"Ochaco." She didn't dare look at her parents while eating breakfast. Scooping another spoonful of cereal she munched away, not letting her eyes look up.
"Honey, we're not upset, but we just-"
"Did you two have sex?"
"PPPPFFPFFTTTTTT!" Spitting out her cereal through her nose, a stinging sensation overtook her sinuses as she coughed out chewed soggy bits.
"Oh, shit Ochaco you're going to ruin your makeup." Her mother complained, grabbing a handkerchief she packed for the crying later but this would have to do. Handing it to Ochaco, she dabbed at her face to clean herself up. It's not like it was a total loss, it was only foundation and eyeliner with a hint of blush. She wore a simple black dress with a matching blazer.
"Ok, but you really can't lead with that!" Mr. Uraraka complained, throwing his arms forward. He himself wore a black suit with a bowtie.
"We were eventually going to get to it." Mrs. Uraraka folded her arms and leaned back. The action made her dark short sleeved dress more prominent.
"Something she said would probably make it obvious they didn't do that."
"We're already behind schedule from spending an hour looking for Ochaco until she came out of that boy's eye."
"They experienced something very traumatizing and this day would obviously be hard for the two."
"It's hard for everyone, and it's not unheard of for teenage boys use their sorrows as an excuse to get in a girl's pan-"
"Mom." Ochaco interrupted, bending her spoon underneath her fingers. For the first time in her life she glared at the woman who gave birth to her. "How dare you." Not bothering to wait for a reply she stormed outside the dormitory, leaving her parents behind.
The mother sighed, resting her head on her arms. "I don't think we're very good at this."
Her husband rested a hand on her back, running it up and down to soothe her. "No one said it would be easy."
*ding*
The elevator opened, revealing Monoma in a bathrobe with messy hair. His sleepy eyes looked between them, the spoon on the floor, their outfits, and Ochaco outside stomping to Izuku. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he was seeing things clearly, and clicked a button. The doors closed, taking the boy away from the high tension.
As much as he loved drama he didn't want to accidentally have a massive robot on his ass again.
A line of teachers stood in front of the gates, Midnight, Hound Dog, Present Mic, EraserHead, Thirteen, Snipe, and now a fully recovered Vlad King with Nezu perched on his shoulder. They were facing one of mankind's most dangerous enemies that threatened their students and their school.
Reporters, many of which amateurs or self proclaimed with cheap cameras or cellphones. The crowd was waiting to catch a glimpse of people grieving, one photo of them at the right moment and their life would be permanently changed for the worse.
A handful of the teachers were going to be escorting Izuku to the funeral while Uraraka's family followed behind in a car driven by Vlad. When they arrived they would meet up with the Midoriya's and attend the ceremony. They hoped that they would be able to at least get to the parking lot without trouble, but it seemed impossible. At least there were some respectful people, simply recording from a distance while relaying the basics. The real story would be at the funeral, not here.
In a world where information could travel instantly the race for truth became a competition for whoever could tell a story first, ignoring the facts.
Every one of them wore proper attire, not wearing their hero costumes in respect for the hero. Thirteen even had on something that wasn't her space suit. Though she did have a dark veil and gloves to help keep her face hidden. Snipe simply kept the mask and hat of his own costume on, and a number of hidden guns and bullets on his person.
"Glad to see ya' without the bandages." Snipe commented to 1-B's homeroom teacher.
"It's nice to be out of them."
Thirteen kept glancing around, everywhere but where the teacher was standing. Too bad for her, Nezu noticed it immediately. "Now now, don't feel guilty. You simply had more stamina for Recovery Girl's quirk to use. I'm sure without your quick actions we would be attending more than one funeral."
*stomp, stomp*
"And here he comes, as loud as ever." EraserHead grumbled. Normally he would be wearing earplugs so he could nap easier while Izuku walked around, but he needed to have all his senses open in case someone tried anything.
Cameras clicked and flash as Midoriya's frame came into view. In his palm he held Ochaco to his chest, who wasn't even acknowledging anyone at the moment. He moved his foot over the barrier, the shadow falling over the crowd. They got the message, moving quickly out of the way before they could be squashed. Midoriya waited until he was able to get enough room to step down, moving with extreme caution.
Setting Ochaco down next to the teachers, he looked over the current audience.
"Midoriya! Over here!"
"What were All Might's last words?"
"Did you already pick a hero name?"
"Uwabami has expressed interest in a new fashion line based off your forms. Are you going to take her up on it?"
"Are you related to the hero Ragdoll from the Wild Wild PussyCats?"
That question actually got Ochaco to giggle a little, but she hid it behind her hand lest the vultures catch her smiling in funeral attire.
"Excuse me Uraraka." Nezu hopped down, waltzing up to Ochaco. "But I think we need to address an issue."
"What issue?" Vlad asked.
"The funeral is held indoors."
Ochaco looked back up to Midoriya, his hundred foot tall frame glistening in the light. That was going to be a problem with his current form. "How big are the doors?"
Nezu smiled, he loved it when people asked the right questions. "Thirty feet, buildings the higher ups use often overcompensate for their fragile integrity."
Thirty feet, that was pushing it from his smallest form that she recalled. Maybe if he crouched, or..
Nezu saw the lightbulb go off in her mind, acting fast on it. "Shall we see if he can fit?"
Ochaco nodded, awaiting another new form of his in eagerness. Maybe, this time, he could really change back. Izuku's attention felt drawn to them, sensing their eyes on him.
"Midoriya. Would you attempt to shrink your body to as small as you could?" Nezu asked.
Izuku nodded once, focusing on the task to grow smaller. A multitude of schematics and plans came to mind as he wished for his body to be smaller. Each one had a memory with it, a rooftop with Ochaco and others watching films, a green haired girl with sharp teeth repeatedly pointing at a mechanical dinosaur, someone with a speech bubble head holding up an intimidating robot with red eyes, and a blond girl with horns showing a picture on her phone of a tall robot with a man coming out of its chest. Maybe he could try that with Ochaco.
[Design found]
[Simulating...Rendering...Design compatible for upload.]
[Begin Upgrade….]
All his limbs shifted, collapsing in on themselves. Internally machinery reformed several times, everything was reconfigurating to adapt to the user's needs. The headspace collapsed, every inch of spare room sacrificed to complete the command. His internal form felt cramped, cushioning surrounding him as everything became directly connected instead of feeding through tens of feet to other systems. There wasn't a need for him to move his eyes, arms, legs, or mouth. So, without purpose to his normal body everything went stiff as he focused it all on his new outer shell.
Instead of two glowing optics, he had one. Three other rotating cameras were equipped on his shoulders, focusing where he was looking. There wasn't a head, but instead a bulky torso with a metal bulge where the head would be. On his legs were another joint right above the ankle similar to an animal's. His feet had two large toes in the front and one in the back of each. Overall his design was very militaristic instead of duplicating another prequirk show gundam. Function prioritized over design but had much more detail.
Most of his color had followed, nothing bright besides his glowing cameras. Most of it was dark emerald green besides a dark gray panel or two along with his joints. His fingertips and toes were crimson red, hardly standing out but still noticeable.
[Upgrade Complete]
"My, I don't think I recognize this one." Nezu said, noting the new look Midoriya had. It was still large, but their school was designed with very large hallways and doors in case they had students or teachers this size. Izuku may be twenty one and a half feet tall, but his hallways are twenty eight feet tall. Midoriya could fit under the door frames if he crouched.
Midoriya looked at his new limbs, his eye quickly switching from one to the other. Without a head to move in order to look he had to get used to using multiple eyes all over him to see.
"Holy Shit!"
"Don't swear you're on camera!"
"Izuku! Look over here!"
"Stop changing into copyrighted things with your own color scheme!"
"Isn't this from a prequirk game?"
Ochaco gasped, recalling where this form is from. Pony had decided to dig up some older content from America to show to Izuku and discovered a new game to enjoy. This was a titan, specifically an Ion class. How did she know this precise information? Snipe learned of their interest in the game and had it ported over to Ochaco's training simulator. The idea of a pilot overcoming obstacles with gravity defying techniques while shooting a gun was the exact training she needed. So, Ochaco ended up spending plenty of time getting to know a thing or two about these metal warmachines.
She was going to cry if she had to relive BT's moments in vr again.
"In any case, we need to get moving." EraserHead cut in, pointing to the approaching Uraraka couple.
Vlad King agreed. "Right, Urakaka family, if you'll come with me we can leave immediately."
"Actually, I'm going to ride with Izuku." Ochaco cut in, more bitter than she intended.
Vlad King turned to Nezu, who just shrugged uncaring either way. Then he sought what the parent's would enforce. The worst thing for a teacher to do is directly oppose parenting unless it was detrimental to the student's well being.
Mrs. Uraraka raised a hand to protest, but her husband grabbed it, interlocking their fingers. He waved at his little girl. "Have fun, and be safe. We'll see you there."
He tugged her away before anything could start.
Now Ochaco was left with Izuku, who's eyes snapped to her. It would have been ever so slightly disturbing if she didn't fully synch her mind at one point with him. No one knew Izuku better than her, and it made her feel all the more special. "Give me a hand?"
He lowered his smaller hand, the size of a car seat now. It had a type of grip texture on the underside of it, reminding her of good hiking shoes. Pushing her hand into it, not letting her thumb tough it, she could feel tiny mechanisms giving way. This was probably the most advanced memory foam in the world. Resting herself on it and hanging onto his thumb, Izuku lifted her up and followed Snipe and Thirteen to the parking lot where the escort vehicles awaited.
After walking for miles with Ochaco in hand, following cars, being sure to not hit himself on any traffic lights or signs, finally they arrived. It was a large building, just as Principal Nezu had said. Izuku's parents had arrived right before them, waiting patiently for their son. The closer he got the more numb he felt to everything, his only anchor being a hand wrapped around his finger taking him to where they needed to go.
Inside was a large seating area, where nearly a thousand different people could sit and listen to whoever was speaking. It didn't have any windows, but the world could still see what was happening because of selected news stations in the back recording the ceremony. Izuku had to stand off to the side, too large to fit in any chair, but Ochaco stayed with him as always. A large closed coffin was poised on a platform for everyone to see. It was made of a specialty non corrosive metal, painted in the colors of his costume. Easily it was the brightest thing in the room, truly something made with All Might in mind.
But not Toshinori Yagi, no, his body wasn't even inside this one. This part of the funeral was for everyone else, not for him. By some stroke of luck, Ochaco wasn't asked to speak. Others like Endeavor, David Shield, Principal Nezu, and Sir Nighteye spoke simply with stories of his achievements and what he stood for. Endeavor didn't even say four sentences, here out of obligation and doing his job as an unspoken number one hero. Other various people of high places who wanted to use the moment to make themselves look more important than they really were took as much time as they were allowed.
Finally, the show was over. This soul numbing journey with no emotion wrapped up, guiding everyone to get refreshments. How, how could people eat at a funeral and be happy right after their 'mourning.'
Yet for Izuku, and Ochaco, Principal Nezu guided them to a separate part of the building, where the real funeral was at. If anyone tried to follow, either EraserHead or Vlad would directly involve themselves to keep them away. Snipe and Thirteen shadowed the three and to serve as guards for the door.
When they got there, only a handful of people were present. Some were obvious, David Shield and Nighteye, but others not so much. There was a short old man with a cane, a young girl with blonde hair and glasses, a simple looking man in a trench coat, Recovery Girl, and Mirio.
"Hey you two." Mirio waved them over. His smiling face managed to touch something in Izuku. It had been too long since Izuku got to see that wonderful boy.
"Mi-ro" He attempted the name, but failed. His voice got the attention of everyone in the room, yes, everyone. Ochaco didn't care about the stares, practically getting used to them now.
"Izuku, I'm glad to finally see you again." Mirio honestly said, walking closer to get a look at the new body.
"You've also made a lot of progress from last time." He said, noticing how Ochaco was still holding Izuku's finger right beside him.
"Hey Mirio." Ochaco waved with little energy. "How are you holding up?"
The boy gave her a quizzical look. "I should be asking you two the same question. I haven't gotten an update since we last saw each other."
"Sorry, I could have at least sent you a text or-"
Mirio placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from going into a self critical spiral. "I get it. You two have been thrown right into the water before you could hold your breath."
Strange analogy but not entirely wrong.
"I just hope Nana will be alright."
Izuku's eye lens widened. They hadn't told Mirio yet about her disappearance. Ochaco felt the same stunning force hit her at the realization. Mirio really had been left out of the loop. By their reaction Mirio had guessed another big thing happened, worry stirring in his gut.
"Nana, Nana Shimura?" The old man interrupted.
The three teens acknowledged his presence, but didn't even know who he was.
"Did you know her?" Ochaco asked.
"Of course! How the hell do you three know about her?!" He loudly asked, then jammed his cane into Izuku's foot who didn't react. "You're coming with me for the internships and you're going to tell me everything that I've been left out on. So when I send my offer you better take it."
He huffed, going to talk to someone else.
"Do you know who that is?" Mirio asked.
"No/No"
"Midoriya."
NightEye stepped up to them, not giving them a chance after dealing with the elderly. Mirio's calming smile fell, caution in his eyes. Izuku's optics all snapped to him, making him stop in his footsteps. He held out a single hand. "I think it's time we finally met with your new awareness."
Izuku looked at the offered limb, then back to his own that Ochaco was still holding. Nighteye spotted the issue and switched to his left, Izuku holding out two fingers to shake. Mirio smirked seeing Nighteye's eyes remain the same. "You tried to use your quirk didn't you"
Sir merely pushed his glasses up slightly. "I wanted to make sure All Might's chosen successor would be able to fill the largest shoes in history."
Mirio then pointed at Izuku's metal feet. "I think he's already wearing the biggest pair."
"Funny, anyways Midoriya. Did All Might ever tell you that-"
"Stop." Ochaco held up a hand. "He knows what you've said around him, and around me."
Two of his plans already in ashes, Nighteye sighed. "As much as we disagree on things, I only hoped that we could all testify that without All Might here things will get more difficult. We're alone now."
"No." Mirio stepped beside Izuku and Ochaco. "It's just you who feels that way."
Izuku moved his left arm, grabbing something to show them. It was a notebook, a burnt one with plenty of damage to it. A pen was balanced on the cover of it, rolling with each tilt. Holding it forward he handed it to Sir Nighteye. The hero was perplexed, the action completely unexpected for the seer.
"Where were you keeping that?" Ochaco asked.
"Hero analysis for the future number thirteen?" Nighteye questioned.
Izuku held out a finger, slowly turning the page to get to one specific spot. Covering two pages was a large signature in sharpie, one familiar to everyone.
"When did he sign this?" Nighteye ran his sight over each little detail of it. The hasty yet precise movements. Ink soaking into the paper from the strength behind it.
"The day All Might met Izuku, the day he saved him." Ochaco answered. It was easily the best day in Izuku's life with so much happening. It reminded her of today, the panic, the adrenaline, from one life changing event to another back to back.
Izuku recalled it alongside her. How he was so weak, but discovered that his favorite hero wasn't as strong as people thought. He was human, flawed, but continued to do his best. After what Izuku thought were so many mistakes he made, All Might searched for him, found him, and said those words.
"You can become a hero."
Those weren't just in his head, they were spoken out loud. Literally, out loud. A screen was right in front of his face, displaying the memory to the guests in the room. Nighteye was absorbed in the image, not willing to look away for fear that he would never get to see this side of All Might the same way again.
While everyone else watched the memory, Izuku was burning with embarrassment. The attention, the private moment now exposed to strangers. The holo screen disappeared, bringing them back to the present.
Nighteye was doing his best not to cry, to mourn in front of someone he had been trying to take advantage of this entire time. His fingers gripped the notebook like it was the last piece of All Might's soul still here. Midoriya got his attention, grabbing the pen that had fallen on the floor and handed it to him.
"What, do you want me to do?" He asked honestly. Nighteye felt so lost, unsure of how the world was going to keep spinning without the man.
"I think he wants you to sign it." Principal Nezu cut in.
It was blaspheme to Nighteye, to take up any room on that page. He could do the next best thing though.
"I don't think anyone can really replace All Might, or do what he did."
Flipping to the next page, he put the pen to the paper writing his hero name alongside his own. "But, I would be a fool to not support his legacy."
He handed it back to Izuku, who's eye lenses shifted to the others present. Catching David's gaze, he held it out to him to sign as well. The man seemed hesitant, but a push from the young blonde girl gave him the motivation to sign as well.
"I didn't say this at the public ceremony, but I was working hard on projects to prolong All Might's career for as long as I could. With him gone, I thought that it made my work obsolete. No, it was useless from the beginning. He wasn't trying to keep himself as the pillar of peace, he was trying to pass it along." David turned it back to All Might's signature.
"I hope he can forgive me for my stupidity." Giving it back to the giant, Midoriya didn't accept it, merely pointing to Mirio.
"At this rate, everyone is going to sign it." Mirio grabbed the pen, drawing a fist around his hero name and his real name. "I want to be my own kind of hero, but that doesn't mean I can't take inspiration from one of the best." He smiled at Nighteye, who nodded back in response.
The old man swiped the notebook, giving a quick signature to join the others. "Toshi was an idiot who made a bunch of stupid decisions." He dipped his head, before squaring his shoulders and handing it off. "But he still knew when he went overboard, and how he could make it right. So make it right kid."
Somehow it ended up in the plain man's hands, who felt very out of place. "I'm not a hero, just a cop who got the privilege to work with Toshinori Yagi. He had secrets, kept himself at an arm's distance from pretty much everyone to keep them safe. I feel honored that he felt he could trust us with his biggest secret. His life, besides us no one alive really knew Toshinori Yagi."
Now in the girl's hands, the teens finally took note of who she was. Melissa Shield wiped her eyes with her sleeves as she put her name to the list. "Uncle Might, I wish we could have spent more time together. But that means we just have to treasure what moments we did have even more. I also should have asked you sooner, if someone quirkless like me could be a hero. I'm glad you answered that question now, even if you weren't here to say it."
Izuku felt his heart clench, guilty that he realized that just because he wasn't quirkless anymore didn't mean others weren't. Other heroes often said anyone could be a hero, but no one directly told him as a kid he could be one for years. He was going to fix that, he would truly own that statement. Anyone can be a hero.
"I don't get why we have to be here." Natsuo complained. This was Endeavor's second son, but had white hair and gray eyes. He stood next to his siblings, one shorter with white hair and red flakes. The other with dual colored hair, red and white on opposite sides with a scar on half his face. "I respect All Might, he drove Endeavor crazy without even trying."
"You didn't have to come." Fuyumi, Natsuo's sister reminded him. "Father invited us, and it was kind of him to do so."
"It's kind to invite someone to a funeral of their rival? Sounds more like gloating."
She smacked his arm. "Don't say things like that! Father is not that petty."
"I doubt he did this to gloat." Shoto added.
"Thank y-"
"He did it to get a better image."
"Shoto…" Fuyumi whined, defeated to try and defend their father.
"Woah, someone's gonna die." Natsuo pointed ahead, to where Endeavor was marching straight towards a couple. They didn't recognize the stranger, until they saw him turn around.
*gasp* "Is that?" Fuyumi was in slight shock seeing her uncle again. It had been so long but he hardly changed.
"Who, who is that?" Natsuo asked, bewildered by that man patting Endeavor's shoulder without a care in the world.
"It's...our uncle."
"...what?"
"So, Endeavor has a brother." Shoto summarized.
"Do we have any more family members we don't know about?" Natsuo asked sarcastically.
Fuyumi thought about it. "None that I remember, wait, I think he's married."
Right after it was mentioned, their uncle grabbed a woman shorter and more plump. She hardly moved, or made any indication she was alive.
"She reminds me of Mom." Shoto said, disturbing the siblings on how accurate it seemed right now.
"Ah, so another abusive asshole." Natsuo scowled at the man, already making up his mind.
"Stop Natsuo, at least while we're outside." Fuyumi pinched his arm.
"Ouch!"
The siblings all watched their odd uncle flap his hands as he talked. It was hard to believe that they were actually related. Although they hardly knew him, the way he got on the muscular hero's nerves was certainly entertaining. They should invite him over, along with his wife to figure out if she really was being used. No way were they letting another Rei happen.
"Hey." Natsuo whispered. "Wanna bet he forced her to make a stronger kid? OUCH!"
"I told you to stop." Fuyumi warned in a harsh voice.
"I bet my next allowance on it." Shoto casually remarked.
*Stomp, stomp, stomp* The famous boy Izuku Midoriya came into the common area with a few others. Most notably the girl with her hand high just to keep a hold of his finger, almost like a small child clinging to a parent. Weird to think they were the same age. Their uncle waved them over, more and more excited by the minute. Midoriya went over, looking between the hero and the man. That crazy uncle was patting Midoriya like crazy, similar to what he did to their Dad.
"No way, no freaking way." Natsuo grinned.
"Ugh." Fuyumi pulled out some money and slapped it to his chest. Natsuo gaped at the cash.
"I thought we weren't-"
"Shut. up."
Shoto pulled up a photo of Izuku Midoriya on his phone, looking back to when the media revealed his identity. The green hair, eyes, very similar to the woman standing beside them. But the curls, the freckles, they were just like Shoto's uncle's.
"ENDEAVOR IS YOUR UNCLE?" Ochaco Uraraka shouted for everyone to hear.
Prepare for Titanfall. This has been a long awaited transformation that many have asked for and one I planned from the start. Now, I am aware that there is another awesome fanfic (Beauty and the Titan) that also involves Izuku turning into a Titan, BUT I guarantee this will be pretty much the only similarity between that story and this one. This one is based off the Ion class, both this Izuku and this titan focus on lasers and basic combat abilities. A whole different roster of characters to focus on, new tensions made, old enemies coming back into the spotlight, and Ochaco gets a rival!
Now with a tv tropes thanks to Arakiisjogenius
I made a spotify playlist a while back that I listen to while I write this story. Enjoy! playlist/25yVUCsKXDHtokV0sb5X7E?si=9ycwV2pCQTmrwf2Gq2H4ZA
Any questions, comments, or jokes are welcomed. As long as they're funny.
ZeroExia:
That would be dope, but Izuku doesn't know enough about his father yet to realize how shitty he is.
Xyrothor:
Here is the more! Yes I intentionally used grammar like that. Hope you like this particular style of titan. Now I just keep thinking about how this Izuku would react if he met Zuku.
"You can control your height but can't grow any shorter?"
"Y-yes."
"Are you using a matter to energy conversion method through regulated nanites powered by an arc reactor?"
"I-I don t, noh."
"Do you have someone special that you protect no matter what?"
"Yes."
"Well at least we have that in common."
I'd be down to do a crossover chapter with you if you want to try one, whether it's gag or more thoughtful. Maybe even plot relevant?
Neon Starch:
Not quite, it has to do with how much of him is already converted to machine. Imagine if you got half your organs replaced with machines, you would not react well to them disappearing. If Izuku took time discovering his power, using a little more each time, he would have been fine. Unfortunately he went at 100% right away so the machines had to keep him healthy and be able to use that power. This is as small as he gets for a while, but we will see an Iron man transformation much later in the story.
Nobody Foot Soldier:
He's technically already a cyborg. You're spot on about his condition though.
PasiveNox:
Hisashi is definitely going to make bad decisions. Yet for now he's going to be trying to get Izuku to warm up to him.
Creator of the multiverse:
The BOT stayed in Monoma, overriding his quirk and staying in one of his slots permanently. It relies on the power of the other quirks he copies, so when they time out he changed back. Because it was adapted to his quirk it was aware of the time limit and made sure Monoma would stay alive and well when it ran out of power. Izuku on the other hand has One for All, a huge energy quirk that kickstarted the BOT protocol on full capacity, pushing the edges of his combat limits. It wasn't planning on turning off, or All Might ripping Izuku out of the systems mid use.
Harleking31:
We'll get to see more Dad moments. Especially when the sports festival comes closer.
Saramus92:
Well, Izuku is occupied with a lot of things at the moment and doesn't really have an opinion of Hisashi yet.
CommandantCo:
Yep, he is totally focused on getting on Izuku's good side. So the reason behind it is Hishashi changed his last name so he could stand as his own hero instead of Endeavor's brother. I also don't plan on writing a remote version of himself to use. Not the type of story I want to write.
Guest:
He doesn't know how to feel about his father yet, but he would treat him like any other civilian and protect them.
RunOnSentences:
He can assimilate materials, but not create unfamiliar ones. For example, he can't create vibranium until he gets the raw material of it.
SonicMax:
I imagine it's weird, hardly anyone has an All Might death story.