AN: So yeah, this is a new story, my bad, but I couldn't resist. The idea hit me and gripped a hold of me, and I won't apologies for that as I write for fun and not commission or money, plus it is always fun to try new things if you know what I mean.
This story is an MHA story based in the MHA-verse, but like my other MHA story, Atlas: The Titanic Hero, this one has some pseudo crossover elements. I have taken elements and ideas from two other fandoms when writing this story, and these are only elements and ideas only, which is why this is not a full crossover. That said for the fun of it I'll leave it up to you to guess what these two fandoms are. As a clue I will say one is very popular but also niche. The other is pretty mainstream and popular, hint it has had some games based on it recently released. Confusing isn't it, but I suspect more than a few of you will quickly work it out.
But anyway, hope you enjoy, and please leave a review etc. If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to PM me.
Another thing while I am at it, is this. I am a part of a discord group, there is tons of others there, plenty of writers, admittedly mainly PJO, but other stuff too, including a growing number of MHA writers. Feel free to pop along and say hi, I am always happy to chat about the stuff I am writing. So if you fancy it please do to join by sticking this: discord .gg / elibrary into discord, with no spaces, or using the link on my bio.
Thanks for reading and please do leave a review, that or feel free to PM, I am usually much better at answering those!
Other than that, yep here is the story, hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
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Chapter 1
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(With Izuku)
Izuku Midoriya sighed as he leant forwards and rested his forehead against the cold, wrought iron fence, watching as Tokage, one of his only friends, was picked up from the orphanage and taken away to live a new life.
It had only been last month that the girl, only a couple of years younger than him, had manifested her Quirk, and already she had been adopted.
But unfortunately, that tended to be how it went.
Those with cool, flashy Quirks got all the attention and all the praise.
They were always the ones the would-be parents flocked to when they visited the orphanage and met the children, the rest were left on the side-line.
Letting out another sigh, he tore his gaze away from Tokage's retreating back.
Despite being younger than him, she had been not only his closest friend, but his only one.
When she had first arrived she had been lost and alone, and he had been friendless; add in the fact that they had both inherited mutant-like features from their parents and were ostracised for being different, and it was almost meant to be.
Or at least it had been right up until she had manifested an impressive Quirk, which then made her no longer a Quirkless mutant, but rather someone with potential. Someone with a future.
A part of him resented her for her good fortune, since she had escaped the hell of living at the orphanage, and now had a real chance at life.
It was selfish, he knew, especially considering she had remained loyal to him even after she got her Quirk and people had started accepting and sucking up to her.
But it was still to shake off his own lingering feelings of bitterness and abandonment.
Looking back at the dull, austere building that had been his home for the last two years, Izuku let out another sigh.
He was nine years old now, and unlike all the other kids that he had seen getting adopted over the last few years, including Tokage now, he didn't have a flashy Quirk.
No, instead he had a 'gross' and 'useless' Quirk, or at least that's what the older kids told him, and he could see why they would think that too. After all, they weren't the only ones who had such thoughts, the adults who looked after them had had a similar reaction when they learned just what he could do.
Some people were born lucky.
According to some of the meaner kids; he was just lucky to be born at all.
Letting out another long sigh, he kicked a rock across the ground as he walked to a nearby tree, before with another sigh he slumped down against the trunk, his thin, claw-like fingers idly drawing random patterns in the dry, dusty ground beneath him.
It was strange to think that just two years ago he had been happy.
He hadn't discovered his Quirk back then, but he had still had two parents that dearly loved him.
Then they had gone and gotten themselves killed.
His expression darkened at that thought.
Realistically, he knew that it wasn't their fault.
They hadn't died on purpose.
It had been an accident.
Or at least that was what he had been told when a softly spoken, social worker had picked him up from school on that fateful day.
They had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Apparently, a newly graduated hero had become overeager in his pursuit of a low-level villain on the run, chasing the purse snatcher across rooftops regardless of the civilians below.
Eventually, he had caught up with the villain, and they had ended up fighting, only for them to then the building beneath them had collapsed.
His parents hadn't been the only ones to die that day, eight others had lost their lives, and more than twenty had been injured.
But they were the only ones that mattered to him.
His parents were gone, dead, and with no other family to speak of he had been quickly shuttled off into the system, just another orphan, and, when his Quirk did manifest, just another burden on the state.
Leaning back against the tree, Izuku closed his eyes.
His parents were dead, and his only friend had now been adopted.
He was alone.
A squeak and a tickling sensation on his hand, suddenly broke him out of his reverie/ pity party. His eyes snapping open as he glanced down at his hand and saw a small, brown furred rodent peering up at him, its long worm-like tail flicking back and forth behind it as it sat leant forward and gave his thumb another lick.
"Oh, it's you." Izuku muttered, looking down at the familiar rat.
It was the one he had inventively called Ratty all those months ago when he had first met him, back when he had still thought his Quirk was cool, back before he realised how useless and creepy it was.
Bobbing its head, the rat went to lick his hand again, only for Izuku to pull his hand away in disgust.
"Leave me alone," Izuku muttered, pushing himself up off the ground and starting to walk away.
Another squeak sounded in response, making him turn his head.
The rat was following him around like a lost puppy.
"I said go," Izuku said, his voice a little harsher now as he looked around the bedraggled, overgrown yard. He didn't want anyone else seeing this. Having an ongoing conversation with a rat of all things would only make him look even more creepy and useless than people already believed him to be.
Fortunately, there was no one around.
Taking a step backwards, he watched as the rat yet again made to follow him.
Starting to lose his temper, Izuku gritted his teeth and finally used his Quirk, only for him to stagger slightly the moment he did so as he was suddenly inundated with thousands of new thoughts, feelings, and senses, as the presence of thousands, if not tens of thousands of new consciousness pressed in on him from all sides. A maelstrom of base instincts, barely sentient thought, and sharpened senses.
Letting out a little gasp, Izuku braced himself, falling back on his experiences of using his Quirk in the past as he tried to banish all the interference and instead focussed on the one presence he could feel directly in front of him. Ratty.
Almost at once, he felt something different with this rat, the rodent he had interacted the most with since his Quirk had manifested.
It was most likely due to his familiarity with the creature in question, but Ratty's thoughts seemed to be faster. Its personality more distinct, and its natural base instincts sharper, and somehow more evolved than its fellows.
But really, it was still a rat.
Just a filthy rodent, as the carers at the orphanage told him, and as such he should do the only useful thing he can do with his otherwise useless Quirk, and get rid of them.
"Go." Izuku ordered, his finger pointed as he mentally willed Ratty to obey his command.
At once, and with a minute almost unnoticeable flash of something that could be almost called sadness, Ratty turned and scurried away into the undergrowth.
Keeping his Quirk active, Izuku continued to watch Ratty as he left the yard and headed into the street, its thoughts and feelings still tickling the edges of his mind.
All it would take was a bit of concentration, and Izuku knew he could use Ratty's senses like he would his own.
Not that he ever would, though.
The one and only time that he had done so before had been distinctly unpleasant.
A rat's senses, after all, were very different from those of a human. Their sense of smell was sharper and more refined, which was an issue, as the things they tended to smell were absolutely foul, or at least by human sensibilities.
Grimacing as he recalled the memory of when he had last done such a thing, Izuku released his grip on his Quirk and forced it back down.
It wasn't an easy task, as he had to fight through the massive influx of barely comprehensible noise assailing him from all sides, but he eventually managed to disconnect himself from the hive-mind-like network he had created with the pests.
Sinking back down into a crouch, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.
Life sucked sometimes.
From what he remembered, his mother had been born with a weak, telekinetic Quirk, and minor mutant-type features which expressed itself in the form of small curved horns on the crown of her head. The horns, though, had been mainly aesthetic, a hereditary feature she had inherited from her own mother, just as her Quirk had been a variation of her father's Quirk.
Her Quirk meanwhile, from what he could recall the doctor saying at his own Quirk examination, it hadn't been that special. It certainly wasn't as impressive as the many other telekinetic powers out there. But despite it being weak, his mother's Quirk had still been cool on paper.
His father, meanwhile, was an odd one. He, too, had inherited mutant-type features from his own parents which gave him rat-like features, a long, worm-like tail, sharper senses, and enhanced strength in his legs and jaws. His Quirk, however, had been different, it had been an intelligence-based Quirk.
According to the doctor's reading of his father's Quirk registration, his Quirk had not been that impressive either. It had enhanced his brain's processing power, and had enabled him to excel in his chosen profession, accountancy. But overall, and when compared to other intelligence boosting Quirks, it had been a pretty average all things considered. Still, it had at least allowed him to excel and provide his family with a comfortable enough life.
They weren't rich, but they'd had enough to get by.
On top of which, they'd at least been a happy, close-knit family.
Only now they were dead, and he was a lonely, ostracised, penniless orphan with a lame Quirk.
Izuku snorted to himself at that thought.
A minor intelligence boosting Quirk which gave him telepathic control of rats and other rodents… it was a pretty pathetic power all things considered. Adding into that his slightly pointed features, claw-like hands and feet, worm-like tail, and the horns protruding from his messy green hair, and he really wasn't all that surprised that he was constantly being passed over when parents came to the orphanage looking to adopt children.
He was as unappetising to prospective parents as the Quirkless kids were, and that one kid that could control and manipulate milk.
Grimacing slightly, Izuku pushed himself to his feet and once again slouched his way towards the main building, his tail dragging forlornly along the hard packed earth behind him as he shuffled along.
Not everyone was born equal in this world.
Some people, the lucky ones, were born with incredible Quirks, and went on to live successful, privileged lives based off of their genetic heritage. They got everything they could ever want; fame, money, success, and the adoration of the masses.
They were born great.
Others, though, were either the unlucky twenty percent that were born Quirkless, and therefore were doomed to essentially live as second class citizens in a superhuman society.
Or were born with ugly, mutant-type features, and / or a pathetic Quirk, like him, and were destined for mediocrity and misery.
People like him were barely a step above the Quirkless, and were just as likely to be stepped on by those 'above' them.
He was only nine, and already knew what his future would probably look like.
He wouldn't get adopted, after all, he was just a rat boy with horns.
He would live in the orphanage for the next seven miserable years, until he hit sixteen, at which point he'd be kicked out and told to make his own way in life.
He would get an education at least, even if it was a poor one.
But even so his opportunities after school would be limited by both his unimpressive Quirk, his appearance and his background.
His Quirk wasn't impressive or powerful enough to attract attention or open new doors for him, and he certainly didn't have any family wealth, support, or connections to lean on. Instead, he was a penniless orphan, from a state run orphanage, with a basic education, and a lame Quirk.
When he had been younger, back before the realities of life had crushed his hopes and dreams, he had wanted to be a hero.
Back then he had constantly watched and re-watched videos of All Might save people, and had seen the awe, hope and respect he had exuded. He had wanted that for himself, he had wanted to be the one to save people with a smile. He had wanted to be the next Symbol of Hope.
Before his Quirk had manifested, he had daydreamed about what it would be, and had desperately hoped for it to be something amazing, something that would allow him to be a hero like All Might.
Instead, all he got was the ability to control rats, an ability that was gross and villainous, and completely at odds with everything heroism was supposed to represent.
As for being a hero.
Well, he had first-hand experience that heroes weren't all they were cracked up to be.
His parents were dead in part due to the negligence of a hero, and what happened to that hero after the accident?
Nothing.
There had been no accountability, no apology, and no admission of wrongdoing.
He had seen the hero on the television since then, and his career was still going well as he rose through the rankings.
His parent's death, and the deaths of all those others, weren't even a footnote on his 'perfect' record. They had just been swept aside as a minor accident, as barely notable collateral damage; something to ignore after all, in the end the results were what mattered, not the cost.
The results were the things people liked to watch and hear about.
People didn't like it when their heroes lost, or when their characters were besmirched.
No, they liked their heroes all shiny and glorious. Something to aspire to be, and to put their hope behind. They liked them to be symbols of righteousness; evidence that the strong were out there protecting the weak from the villains that wanted to prey on them.
They were a crutch that the weak and hopeless clung onto for strength.
Izuku had thought the same, right before reality had slapped him in the face.
Even if he could have become a Pro-Hero, he didn't want to be one any more, not even if it meant changing the corrupt system from within.
After all, he was not destined for greatness from birth like others,
Instead, he was destined to be average and ordinary, just another face in the crowd.
Izuku smiled bitterly at that.
Sometimes he cursed his own self-awareness, a side effect of the minor intellect enhancing aspects of his Quirk, as it was partly responsible for crippling his child-like wonder and hopes for the future.
Izuku grimaced at that thought.
"Midoriya!" A sharp, strident voice suddenly sounded out, jolting him into awareness as he looked up and saw the strict features of Ms. Nakamura, her dark eyes were narrowed and her greying hair had been pulled back in a tight bun. "What are you doing outside?"
"Just saying goodbye," Izuku mumbled, keeping his head down and avoiding her cold gaze.
"Well, Tokage is gone now, so come back inside and see to your chores." Ms. Nakamura snapped out, her lips pursing in disapproval as she watched him scurry up the steps and into the house. "And wash your hands too, you beastly little boy. I dread to think what you and those disease infested rodents you play with have been up too!"
"Yes Miss Nakamura." Izuku grumbled, his eyes downcast as he strode through the spotless, grey corridors and headed for the kitchen.
There were currently one hundred and thirty-three kids in the orphanage. At night, they slept in their designated dorm, and during the weekdays they were bussed over to the local school to attend lessons. In the evenings they had to sit in the hall and finish their homework, and then attend to their chores. At the weekends they had some designated free time to play and socialise, but otherwise they followed a strict timetable that accounted for every minute of their day.
It could get very wearing.
Ignoring the looks of distaste he received from some of the older kids, Izuku quickly washed his claw-like hands and went to work peeling the vegetables at one of the large, polished tables in the kitchen, even as the older kids started helping the two cooks with chopping and preparing the ingredients.
"What are you doing here, rat boy? I didn't think they let vermin into the kitchens?" Touji, one of the oldest kids at the orphanage, sneered quietly at him as he got to work. The fat, ruddy faced boy's face twisting in distaste as he looked down at him. From around the brown-haired, brown eyed boy, several of his minions chuckled, or threw out their own snide remarks.
Keeping his head down, Izuku ignored them.
They were much older than him, and much bigger, too. Touji was thirteen, heavy set and fat. He and his gang were not the oldest among the kids at the orphanage, but they were certainly the meanest, or at least to those younger and weaker than them, which he Izuku, unfortunately, was.
Suffice to say it had taken long after he first arrived here before Touji and his group had made the hierarchy clear to him.
Those who were strong, or had powerful Quirks were on top, and the weak were on the bottom.
It was survival of the fittest.
If you were not individually strong, you had to group up with others like you to get by, and if you couldn't find others to protect you, you were prey.
Unfortunately, when he had first arrived he had been noisy and enthusiastic, and had ignored the warning, and had instead reacted to their jibes and nasty comments, and had tried to stand up for himself and others.
That kind of attitude had quickly been beaten out of him.
Most of them had been at the orphanage for a long time due to either being Quirkless, or having weak Quirks like him.
This had made many of them bitter over the years.
They were bitter and angry, and they wanted to vent, and that's exactly what they did, and unfortunately due to his appearance and later due to his 'creepy' Quirk, and relative isolation, he was one of their prime targets.
The adults, he suspected, knew what was happening, after all Touji and his gang were hardly subtle.
Not that the adults ever did anything, even if they did know.
So long as Touji didn't go too far, they turned a blind eye to his bullying.
"What, nothing to say?" Touji pressed on, his face twisting into a nasty expression, and his hands flexing threateningly.
Giggling, one of Touji's friends, Misaka, an older girl, chose to walk behind him, and stamp down with her foot.
Letting out a sharp hiss of pain as he felt her deliberately stand on his tail, Izuku continued to keep his silence, even as he drew his tail back to him and wrapped it around his waist.
"Did he just squeak?" Touji guffawed, his voice raised slightly as several of his cronies started laughing along with him.
From around him Izuku could see the other kids, those younger and smaller than Touji, lower their heads and look away, just as he could see one of the cooks glance over at them with a bored expression, before rolling his eyes and returning to his work.
None of the other kids would stand up and help him.
If anything, they were probably glad that he was here now, as it meant that they wouldn't be the ones being targeted.
The only one that had ever helped him had been Tokage, and now she was gone.
Trying to force down the lump that suddenly formed in his throat, and ignoring the tingling around his eyes, Izuku lowered his head and continued peeling vegetables, even as he felt several of the older boys and girls begin to flick and throwing things at him, even as they jeered and made snide comments and insults about him.
This was how life was for him here.
They never outright beat or attacked him, after all that was something that the staff couldn't, and wouldn't, ignore.
But they did everything but that to make his life miserable.
Every day they hurled insults at him, and pushed and prodded him.
They ruined his belongings, tried to trip him in the hallways, constantly whispered behind his back spreading rumour, or outright insulted him. They would steal or ruin his food and belongings, or pour drinks on his seat before he could sit down.
It was horrible, and yet he couldn't react.
If he reacted that only made them laugh and escalate, and if he told on them well that made everything worse as the staff would ignore his complaints or dismiss them as him overreacting or seeking attention, and Touji and his friends well they would just get angry and act out even more at him for having the temerity to stand up for himself.
Biting his lip, Izuku tried to force his tears and anger away, a task made all the more difficult by Touji and his friend's continued harassment.
Still, if there was at least one thing his power was good for, it was controlling his emotions, after all his connection to vermin went both ways.
Just as he could feel their barely comprehensible thoughts and emotion, so too could he force his own emotions into all the rodents in his range.
It allowed him a certain degree of equanimity as he shifted on his own raging emotions onto creatures that were too simplistic and undeveloped to process or understand them, making him all but an emotional void in return.
It helped him manage, but even so he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
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(Later that night)
Curling up in his narrow bunk bed, his tail wrapped around him, Izuku ignored the sound of crying as one of the newer kids to the orphanage cried himself to sleep a few bunks over.
It happened every time a new kid arrived at the orphanage, and often lasted for the first couple of weeks before they got into the swing of things and reality of what had happened finally hit them.
Even so, it was never pleasant, especially not when it had a knock-on effect of making some of the other, emotionally fragile kids cry and whimper.
Pushing down his own emotions again, Izuku shifted about in his bed, moving his head carefully, so his horns didn't rip or damage his pillow -the last time he had done that Ms. Nakamura had removed his pillow privileges for a month, suffice to say it had been a very uncomfortable month.
Slowly climbing out of bed, his feet touching down on the cold tile floor, Izuku ignored the snivelling he could hear in the background as he instead padded forwards, his footsteps silent as he easily navigated his way through the tightly packed dorm, his tail swishing back and forth behind him as he walked.
Easing the door open, Izuku headed for the kitchens.
As Touji's prime targets -Izuku for his Quirk and appearance, and Tokage because of her slitted eyes, sharp teeth and previously quirkless state- the two of them used to do this regularly after the older boy and his mates had either ruined or stolen their food.
Night was an optimum time for them, the corridors were quiet, the staff were at home or in their apartments, and the rest of the kids were sleeping in their dorms. With their enhanced senses, courtesy of their mutations, night was their domain.
Only now it was just him, which made him all the more cautious as he didn't Tokage, several years younger than him though she might have been, there to watch his back.
It was an odd experience, to walk the halls alone at night.
But still, it was quiet, and there was nobody else around.
That said, as he slowly crept through the cold, empty corridors, Izuku had to withhold a shudder as he looked around.
Something felt wrong.
Slowly easing the doors to the kitchen open, Izuku stole inside without a sound, his eyes narrowing as he felt a sudden shiver go down his spine.
There was definitely something not right.
He didn't know what it was, but there felt like there was a distinct tension in the air.
It made him tense, and nervous.
"Who's there?" A familiar voice sounded out, the pitch of the voice was high and childlike, but the tone was a bit stuffy and sniffy, almost like they had a cold or something.
At once Izuku froze at the sound, his legs bending as he lowered himself to the ground and began to crawl along the floor, his nails scraping lightly, almost inaudibly against the tiles as he slowly shifted forwards using the counters as cover as he both scented the air and attempted to catch sight of the other person.
"I-I s-said who's there?" The voice bit out nervously, their feet shuffling slightly as they blindly moved around. "I'm not kidding, I'll beat you if you don't show yourself!"
Scowling, Izuku finally recognised the voice, it was Touji.
Peering through the gloom, Izuku sniffed the air again, his acute sense of smell making up for his lack of night-vision as he locked in on Touji's indistinct shape.
He smelt bad, worse than normal.
He smelt of piss.
Shifting backwards, Izuku made the decision to retreat.
He wasn't sure what the burly older boy was doing here, nor did he want to find out.
Touji was nasty enough during the day when there were witnesses, he dreaded to think how nasty he would be at night, when it was late and there was no one around.
Hearing some fumbling behind him and more scuffled footsteps, Izuku had nearly made it to the door when he heard a sudden 'clicking' noise before the light flickered on overhead, bathing the entire room in artificial light and revealing both Touji and himself.
"Midoriya, you little rat!" Touji snarled angrily, his expression darkening as he roughly rubbed at his eyes, no doubt trying to get rid of the sparkles and stars assailing his vision after suddenly flooding the previous dark room with light.
"T-Touji!" Izuku muttered, pushing himself to his feet and backing away, even as the teen rounded on him.
As he approached Izuku once again caught a pungent whiff of urine, even as he looked up and noticed the redness around Touji's eyes, he looked livid.
"What the fuck are you doing sneaking around here at night!? Are you spying on me, you little shit!?" Touji spat out.
Backing away, Izuku felt his heart beating furiously in his chest as his back hit the wall. He was still several metres from the door, and Touji had shifted himself, so he was now standing between Izuku and his escape. The only thing that separated them was one of the polish metal kitchen worktops.
"N-no, I-I didn't know y-you were here…" Izuku stammered nervously, his heart racing, his stomach sinking and his tail thrashing around nervously behind him as he saw the angry thirteen-year-old in front of him grab a freshly cleaned frying pan off of the counter, his teeth bared in anger.
"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you now, no more playing around, no more taking it easy on you!" Touji growled, the veins around his neck quite protuberant now, and his eyes very bloodshot.
He looked half mad as he rounded the worktop, his impromptu metal club clasped tightly in one hand, even as his arms began to bulk up considerably.
Touji's Quirk, Izuku knew from experience, allowed him to charge up strength in his muscles, enhancing the power of his punches. It would have been a pretty powerful Quirk, were it not for him having a limit to how much he can charge them up, which if surpassed caused him severe muscle soreness.
Not that Touji was in any danger from the side effects of his Quirks right now.
"P-Please, let me go." Izuku begged fearfully, shrinking back into the corner of the room. He was scared, and on the verge of having a panic attack. His face was sweaty, his chest felt tight, his hands, and legs were shaking, and his heart was hammering so fast he almost felt like it was about to explode.
He needed to offload his fear.
Grabbing onto his Quirk, Izuku ignored the influx of images, smells and muted emotions around him, and instead forced all his fear, all his desperation, all his hatred into those around him, his heart slowing, and fear already starting to ease, even as Touji, his red ringed eyes gleaming in anger final caught up to him, the pan raised and his arms bulging with muscle.
"No!" Touji hissed, that one word filled with emotion as he brought the pan thundering down.
Raising his arms, Izuku cried out as he felt the pan hit his forearm. His skin split from the force of the strike as it hit him edge first, and pain radiated from the epicentre of the strike, but the bone miraculously didn't break, instead the pan broke, the metal handle snapping off mid-hit, before it then raked down his arm, drawing yet more blood, which in turn splashed onto the immaculately mopped floor.
Crying out in pain, Izuku fell backwards against the wall, his arm throbbing, and heart once again thunder as panic once more gripped him.
In front of him, Touji released an exhalation of breath, his own eyes wide and full of panic too.
Izuku could smell his fear, it even overpowered the stench of urine that still clung onto his trousers.
"I-I…" Touji muttered, his hands shaking as he dropped the pan handle and stared down at Izuku in shock.
But that was all he had time to say because at that moment the rats came.
From the storeroom, from the pantry, from the hallway, from the pipes and drains, shattering through the window, rats, hundreds of rats, flood into the kitchen, a black tide of razor sharp claws and fangs, and glinting eyes.
Letting out a horrific scream of pure terror, Touji disappeared under the mass of rats, his body writhing in panic as rats bore down on him from all sides, their minds full of anger as Izuku emotions thrummed through the collective, through the mischief of rats.
Staring at the ongoing horror, Izuku was dimly aware of shouts of alarm in the distance, and the thunder of footsteps as the adults and night warden heard the ongoing chaos and ran to investigate, lights flickering on all around the building.
He wasn't the one seeing or hearing this though, he was also vaguely aware of that, instead what he was seeing, and hearing and smelling and feeling, was coming from his rats.
The adults were coming, and as Touji fell silent, Izuku knew what that meant.
He had just used his Quirk to hurt someone, he'd broken one of the taboos of their superhuman society.
It was a good thing he didn't want to be a hero anymore, because he was now, by the laws of the land, a villain in all but name.
Letting out a gasp, Izuku fellow forwards and onto his hands and knee, fresh panic gripping him anew, even as the adults, led by a dressing gown clad Ms. Nakamura, closed in on him.
He was doomed.
He didn't know what to do…
A familiar squeak from the counter suddenly caught his attention, especially since it brought with it distinct feelings of calm, caution and warning.
"R-Ratty?" Izuku rasped, looking up at the little brown rat.
In response, Ratty looked down at him, and in feelings, emotions and with a single raised claw pointing at the window, he told him one thing.
Run.
Nodding his head, Izuku ignored the bizarreness of taking orders from a rat as he instead leapt to his feet, clutching his injured arm tightly to his chest, and quickly clambered out of the broken kitchen window, his horde of rats quickly following his lead as they too fled the area and into the night.
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AN: So what do you all think? Have you figured out the pseudo crossover elements yet? If you have you might be able to figure out some of what I have planned in the future!
That said, some other things so I don't get accused of misleading people.
This story is an AU MHA story, so some backstories are different, and some characters will act different from canon because of this. The story will feature a villain Izuku, he's going to be a villain, as I've noticed a dearth of good villain Izuku stories, which is part of what prompted this story. The character of Izuku is going to be far from flawless, he's going to have faults and flaws as that is natural. Sometimes he won't be likeable, and that is deliberate. There will be character death at some point and there will be romance. There will be points in this story where there will be grim things, grittiness, and bleak happenings. This is AU, and although I will be trying to avoid edginess and drama, it won't be all sunshine and rainbows, and there will be some very dark and upsetting elements.
Sorry I have to put out some warnings like that, but I've received some very salty comments in the past accusing me misleading people, or worse than that attempting to force me through threats and poorly attempted gaslighting to change my story to fit their vision of it. I like suggestions, I like it when people point out issue and challenge me on things. But don't be rude about it, or take the piss.
That being said please do review and tell me what you think. If you see mistakes please do point them out to me, and if you have ideas, suggestions and such please feel free to find me on discord or PM me!
Thanks for reading, and if you like it please try some of my other stories they are all on my profile and there is an eclectic mix!
Greed720.