"Truly one day you will rule the world my son. I have high hopes for you, ya know." My father Hisashi told me with a huge dumb grin adorning his face as he held me up in the air above his head.
"Come now dear, you said you weren't going to pressure Izuku into the family business." Inko my mother replied with a slight grin and a faux reprimanding tone.
With a slight chuckle my father responded, "Alright, alright. But I think we both know this boy is destined for greatness."
My mother agreed and my father put me back down in my crib lightly.
Great, not even a year old yet and getting expectations of greatness from my parents. Well, not that I can blame them knowing who I am. You see I may be an infant, but having watched My Hero Academia in my previous life made it quite obvious even with my limited capabilities just who I was. I'd have to be an idiot not to realize, considering my mother looked just like Inko Midoriya from the show and while I had yet to see myself in the mirror yet I was called Izuku and my father Hisashi.
Although, I looked toward my father. From what I could see from my frankly terrible infant vision, my father was rather tall, had black hair, red eyes and always wore a suit. To be honest he kinda reminded me of a typical male lead in a Korean romance novel. The possessive nearly insane ones that the ladies loved. From one instance he would go from having quite frankly the biggest smug grin on his face when talking to me or mom to being completely cold and nearly devoid of emotion when he was talking on his phone.
Great, now I couldn't help but wonder if the reason Hisashi never showed up in MHA was that he was a criminal. All things considered I suppose it doesn't really matter what my father did as Izuku was allowed to attend UA so either he never got caught or he was just a greedy businessman. Yea, that's what I'll tell myself. He's a busy businessman. He's a busy businessman. He's a busy businessman.
There we go. Now I'm going to repress that thought for the rest of my life.
Still, Hisashi actually existing as more than a passing reference and the idea that he may actually be a criminal aside. I was reborn as the main character! Now I didn't mind being reborn, but the problem was that I wasn't some altruist. Sure I have empathy but I wouldn't consider myself anything special. Had I not had any knowledge of MHA I wouldn't have tried to become a hero period.
I reached my tiny baby hands to my forehead starting to massage away my growing headache.
Becoming a hero was the last thing on my mind. I mean I had already died once. Why tempt lady luck? In this life I wanted to actually live past my teenage years! Besides this is a new life so why would I want it to be just like my last.
I took my hands off my forehead and put them to the side looking straight at the unchanging ceiling. I'm sure if anyone looked at me now they would be confused why an infant looked so defeated.
But, I know what will happen. As much as I don't want to die can I really just let people die knowing I can save them. While I don't really care about people I don't know it is still my obligation. Besides I know that I won't forgive myself if I don't give it my all and if the League wins Japan will devolve into criminal anarchy. So even if I do nothing and live a normal life I will still live in a state overtaken by criminals. Wow, what great choices, fight criminals willingly or still fight criminals but later. Besides I fought the entirety of my past life. One could even say that fighting is in my nature.
Alright I've made up my mind. I reached out with my right hand closed. I won't fight my nature.
How hard could it be?
"Oh, aren't they so cute together Mitsuki! They even have the same red eyes." My mother squealed as she was taking pictures of me 'playing' with Katsumi Bakugou.
It seemed Bakugou's attitude started young as even without being able to talk she was jumping all over me trying to break me out of my stupor to play.
Meanwhile I was sitting forward with a blank stare looking at the paint drying on the wall. Hisashi was never seen in MHA so I could write him off as just being busy when the show took place as the reason the audience never saw him but Katsuki Bakugou becoming Katsumi Bakugou just showed me that any and all foreknowledge I had was useless. If that wasn't enough, red eyes? I'm one hundred percent sure Izuku had green eyes.
One day. That was all I had with my new conviction before the universe decided to hit me on the head with reality. How much of my knowledge was even valid? I had seen All Might and Endeavor on T.V. so I knew they were still relatively the same, but just how much of my knowledge was shot and how much was still useful?
Arghh. It doesn't matter. My goal still remains to fight and do what is right. No matter what.
Finally I was brought out of my contemplations by a pissed Katsumi finally pushing me over and proceeding to aggressively snuggle me on the ground.
Hah. Whatever, it doesn't matter. What does matter is figuring out how to get out of Katsumi's vice grip hug.
"Stop Kachan. This is wrong" I straightforwardly told my young friend, my voice carrying little emotion besides mild annoyance. While I have discovered some differences between canon and the world I now inhabit, Kacchan gaining her quirk and even more so the arrogance that came with it was not one.
"Shut the hell up Deku. I'll do whatever the fuck I want you quirkless loser." Was her immediate reply.
I sighed. She had Fingers and Wings with her threatening the quirkless kid behind me who I didn't even know the name of.
My hand slid up to my head then through my hair feeling the headache oncoming from having to deal with such childish bullying.
"Are you making fun of me you Deku, I'll show you why I'm the best!" She exclaimed running at me sparks going off on her hands.
Now Kacchan was talented, no two ways about it, but as a four year old all her quirk really amounted to was a flashy lightshow. I tripped her by dodging to the side at the last second which resulted in her lunge meeting the ground instead of my face. Of course her two new 'friends' wouldn't let such a slight go and rushed me. Of course Wings got to me first but had his speed turned against him with a closed fist meeting his face. He tumbled onto Kacchan sending her sprawling back on the ground and started crying holding his face like a, well four year old.
Fingers only a few seconds later arrived closing his hands together to get me within his grasp yelled, "Ha! I've got you, you…"
His monologue lasted all of two seconds because as he was closing his hands around me instead of standing around like an idiot I immediately started sprinting toward him and delivered a full-power punch straight to his chin, clocking him. He fell back on the ground crying like his winged brother.
Finally I quickly turned around just in time for Kacchan's second lunge. Heh, I should have known she picked up that habit early too.
"I'll fucking kill you Deku!" She exclaimed at the top of her adolescent lungs leading her attack with a right hook which I immediately grabbed and twisted, throwing her to the ground once more but with me on top this time holding her arms against her back.
She struggled against me throwing obscenities while attempting to wriggle out of my grasp. In the future she could, no, would become a great hero. The way she was acting didn't matter much seeing as how Endevor was number two but if she fixed her personality early then she could become a true rival. As it stood now her trajectory seemed to be one in the same as canon Bakugou. Thankfully his personality got better over the course of the story but I've long accepted that I'm not canon Izuku and neither is she canon Bakugou. So as it stands Bakugou is rather.
"Disappointing."
Katsumi's eyes widened as she stopped struggling at the moment I said the word. She looked me straight in the eyes, seeing my flat expression and lifeless eyes and did something I thought impossible.
She started crying. I was so surprised that I let go of her arms and got off Kacchan. Never before had I seen Katsumi cry like this. Unsure of what to do I started panicking having no experience with crying children seeing as I only really talked with Kacchan and I had only ever seen her cry when she got an injury which she usually silently powered through.
She got up off the ground after a bit, reduced from wails to sniffling, "This, this doesn't mean anything you damn Deku. I'll beat you and become number one." After telling me that she ran away as fast as her little legs could from me.
That just left me standing there wondering what just happened.
"So you want to do pseudo quirk training? That's dangerous. One wrong move and you could become a cripple. Besides that pseudo quirk training is only done by adults, in fact no trainer or physician even gives pseudo quirk training to those under eighteen. Do you even know how much pseudo quirk training costs?" My father calmly said, his face completely void of emotion.
He was back in the house thanks to my tenth birthday. It had been nearly two weeks since I had last seen him. Seeing as how it would likely be weeks to months before I saw him again I decided to use his vast resources to my benefit.
"Yes, but I think we both know that such things matter little with your resources. Without a quirk I have no choice but to push my body to develop my quirk factor into something useful if I want to become a pro." I responded with an equally blank face.
Thankfully in this case the AU had worked in my favor. In this case Pseudo Quirk training. Essentially while quirks as a whole weren't really understood on a scientific level in why they do what they do, scientists could still measure what they do.
Many studies had been conducted on quirks, their manifestation and their effects on the human body. Basically all humans are conceived with the ability to manifest a quirk or in simple terms a quirk factor. Generally the most accepted theory was that quirk factors activated in response to environmental factors in the womb and early childhood to make the body more suitable to the environment. Beyond that not much is understood beyond the factors being far too many and varied to ever get an answer to what causes certain quirks.
Unfortunately for me it seems that my quirk factor wasn't stimulated enough to manifest and I was left quirkless. Fortunately by putting pressure on the body one could develop a pseudo quirk. For instance, if I tore enough of my muscles regularly enough I would eventually develop a mild healing factor. Of course this would likely never be as strong as someone with a natural healing factor and the younger I was if I did something like that the more likely I would end up hurting my body irreparably before that healing factor would manifest. I'm young enough that my quirk factor hasn't been set in stone but old enough that I won't end up a cripple before I gain the healing factor.
Of course I'll need my father's approval and help if I even want to attempt this. After all I'll basically be destroying my body in a way no ten year should ever even think about. Like he said pseudo quirk training was something only fully grown young adults in the elite of the elite of the armed forces did. In this world it would be like letting a ten year old take Navy Seal training times ten. Something like that took great deals of time and resources and had a great chance of failure. Of course with my father's resources I'm sure he would be able to provide all that I need even if no one would train a kid my age even if it was theoretically possible.
"Again with this hero stuff. Your mother doesn't want you going into such a dangerous profession. Why do you think I haven't been pushing you into the family business?" Father prodded. Seeing as how he moved on from the training to how dangerous hero work was he wasn't against me taking pseudo quirk training.
"Yes mother doesn't want me to go into anything so dangerous but what do you think?" I jabbed back.
The ends of my father's lips twitched, which coming from him in work mode might as well be a huge grin.
"You will never live a normal life that much is certain. I was hoping to shield you from the problems being my son entailed so you could at least live a normal childhood. What your mother will likely never understand as much as I love her is that conflict runs in our blood. I know those eyes and I know that your mind has already been made."
Conflict ran in our blood? With the way he was emphasizing the danger of being his son it made me think he was more than a businessman as I was told before.
Still. I looked my father right in the eyes and nodded.
"I had thought so. So how about this. I still want you to take after the family business so in exchange for my support I want you to train as my heir and when you have abandoned this hero fantasy you will be ready to take my place. Sound fair?"
Besides implying that my desire to become a hero was a passing fancy he was still offering me support. I looked at him more intensely. No, I take that back. I don't believe that he thinks that I will lose interest, rather he seems to think that it is something I will grow out of. As if the purpose I have given myself was born of naivety. I suppose that makes sense. Growing up I had never been shown the darker side of heroics. I wasn't supposed to know of the corruption and evil within the system. He probably thought that once I realized the truth I would abandon my dream to become a hero and instead take his position and change the system using the power I can gain from being his heir.
I wouldn't do anything to change this misconception so I began, "Fair, but this does not mean I will become your heir by any means. You will still have to convince me to abandon becoming a hero."
My father seemed to drop his serious demeanor at that moment as he broke out into his trademark smug grin and answered, "Very well, then we have a deal."
Why do I feel as though I've made a deal with the devil.
The streetlights flared as we passed them by. I was leaning on the door looking out of the window. The car was apparently a luxury car from a company that was a subsidiary of Lamborghini before the Quirk Revolution. Driving it was a black haired man with rather sharp teeth who called father Boss. It had been two weeks since I had begun my pseudo quirk training. When I had said it was Navy Seals training times ten I wasn't joking. My body was constantly breaking down faster than it would heal naturally. The training was all encompassing. I quit my personal training instead receiving training directly from the same man who was giving my pseudo quirk training. The only free time I had was when I was at school or sleeping because my trainer even took the position of a personal tutor in my studies so I couldn't get away from him by saying I had to do homework or study. So in essence I was both mentally and physically exhausted everyday.
Thankfully my father had decided to bring me today to a clan meeting where he would officially introduce me to the Clan. Now I know saying the Clan made it sound like my dad was a Yakuza head but the clan was just a loose organization that worked with each other through various ties underneath my father.
Besides, the Yakuza were practically dead by this point and there was no way the government would allow the Yakuza to have connections to a corporation as big as the Midoriya Conglomerate or an organization that was as huge as the Clan. Besides from what I understood the government already wanted to break up the Clan because in effect it operated like a Trust which had been outlawed for centuries. The Clan only survived because technically all the constituent parts of the Clan had no relation to one another and the higher ups only met each other as private citizens. Of course everyone in the know knew that was bull but the Clan were far too rich not to have all the best lawyers in the country in their pockets.
Another thing, while I hadn't thought much of it, my father was rich like really rich. For instance my mother and I didn't live in the dinky apartment like in canon, instead we lived in an average sized house on the same street as the Bakugous. While you might think that didn't really show he was rich. Normally I would agree with you but apparently my father bought over a hundred similar houses when he and my mom were looking to settle down. All so nobody would think he had settled down with a wife and had a son. Hell nobody in the clan let alone the world even knew I was Hisashi Midoriya's son.
"Now I don't expect anything from you at the clan meeting. It's barely been two weeks since you started learning. So treat this as a learning experience."
I nodded too tired to say anything so after saying his peace we continued on for another few minutes in silence until we reached our destination. A tall skyscraper in the busiest area of downtown Tokyo.
"Thank you Ishi." My father told our chauffeur as we climbed out of the luxury car.
"No problem boss!" The man with sharp teeth joyfully replied.
"One more thing Izuku." My father started before we entered the building.
I raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"Remember to take no disrespect. All those present will be your future subordinates. For that reason and that reason alone you must never waver. They are beneath you, but only because they believe it to be so." My father rather ominously informed me.
Hisashi Midoriya the CEO of the Midoriya conglomerate and the undisputed head of Amairin Clan had called for a meeting at which nearly all of the top brass of the Clan were attending. While such a thing was not exactly common, outside of the yearly meetings the Clan held to discuss the Clan's direction and other such things, neither could it be called so rare as to constitute any thinking that the meeting was called because of some great threat. No if that were to be true there wouldn't be a meeting at all. The Midoriya family had produced several generations of extremely competent and ambitious heads that had many powerful and loyal subordinates making the power of the head near undisputed.
The chaos of the Quirk Revolution may have destroyed many pre-existing companies and institutions but it also created a vacuum that allowed for the new to come in and dominate. The Amairin Clan had been insignificant ants before quirks. It was thanks to the Midoriya's leadership that the Clan grew to become the behemoth it is now.
So with that in mind it should be no surprise that the lively hall which was hosting the gathering suddenly went nearly quiet when Hisashi came into the room with a ten year old boy with red eyes and a similar facial structure to the man.
Although thanks to my new teacher I had learned quite a deal about the Clan and my father's place within it I had yet to understand my place. For instance my father had kept my very existence a secret yet he kept insisting that he wanted me to succeed him. He told me that he wanted to give me a normal childhood yet he seems very keen on bringing me into the family business. I even asked mom and she said that he really didn't want to bring me into such a dangerous life.
I suppose I'll just put it down to human hypocrisy. The desire to keep one's child safe competing with the desire to see one's child succeed.
"Why don't you go interact with the other kids for now. I will call for you later." My father volunteered me.
My father walked off to talk with a group of adults while I walked to the 'kids' area. The conversation had seemed to pick back up again with my father interacting with the adults. Meanwhile I was left alone with all the children around me seeming either curious or wary of my sudden entrance. Despite that none approached me staying within their own groups with several adults coming into the area to pulling aside their kids. Likely to tell them to be careful around the new kid that came in with the boss.
Finally a girl with white hair that looked about my own age approached me. She was slightly trembling and opened her mouth to speak yet quickly shut it again. It looks like she had worked up the courage to come up and talk to me yet now that she was next to me didn't know what to do.
Cute. I like her.
Holding out my hand I began, "Izuku, You?"
She panicked for a moment until she realized what to do. Taking my hand into a shake she replied, "I-Isana. Isana Hana. I-it's nice to meet you Izuku. My father told me to talk to some of the other kids but they weren't very nice." She was poking her fingers together, in that cutesy way only children can really get away with, until she looked as though she had suddenly realized something. "N-not to say that you aren't nice." She quickly said, flailing her arms around.
This is hella cute and coming from the stone faced me, that meant something. Who in their right mind would reject this girl.
"Hey green hair, you might want to get away from the bird brain. Shebrain she might rub off all of her dirt on you." A new kid told me from behind. He looked like a completely average Japanese kid, black hair and eyes. He was wearing an expensive tux and had an air of arrogance about him. To be honest he looked and acted so much like a painfully generic young master archetype that it would have made me cringe if I wasn't already angry.
"So, you gotta a problem with me talking to her, you extra." I snappily replied, takingreplied taking a page out of Bakugou's book while I pulled Hana behind me.
"Whoa, I was just warning you against being near a literal poo head." He quipped.
Poo head? "The hell are you talking about." I enquired.
"Well her hair is the color of bird poo so she must have a bird poo quirk." He informed me smugly.
What. How did he come to a conclusion like that? That's insane. I looked around and all the other kids either looked away, cowed or weren't paying attention to us in the first place. How in the heavens did he convince other kids using that logic? No, the other kids were either scared or didn't care so likely this kid was using his status to bully the others with those of high enough status simply not caring.
To be honest, I hadn't known Hana for very long but looking at her now she was about to cry. She looked at me like she was all but screaming for my help. Now I'm not some altruist but I can't deal with crying kids and it is my duty as a prospective hero. Still this whole situation was starting to annoy me.
"Well I never said that you couldn't be with the bird brain but since you want to be with her you must be just like her. Heck you must come from a whole family of bird…"
I quickly grabbed his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Now, before I was just going to calmly get him to stop insulting the kid. Nobody insults my family.
"Who gave you permission to speak about my family that way, you ant! Why don't you shut up before I bash your head across the floor!" I yelled at the kid.
I threw the kid onto the ground. He looked back up at me, scared. Not that I blamed him, unlike canon Izuku I wasn't very emotive which some people thought looked creepy and when my emotions did show up on my face most people told me they always looked wrong, whatever that meant. He got back up and ran away.
Now turning back to Hana who I noticed also looked scared I switched back to my usual unemotional face.
"You alright?" I asked.
She seemed shocked for a moment before she responded, "Y-yes. I-I am. Thank you." She seemed to become more anxious as she looked around me at the crowds around us.
It had seemed that everyone had gone quiet once again and furthermore all of their eyes were on us. Annoying. It seemed as though nobody wanted to reprimand the boy their master brought in and so were waiting for a higher power to take action to make my position clear. Thankfully for them, they didn't have to wait long as a single black haired man started clapping.
"Good job Izuku! Now come here boy." My father exclaimed.
My father was walking toward me with the people around him splitting so he could walk toward me like the red sea. Turning toward Hana I nodded and said a quick apology before going to my father.
Approaching him I offered a quick, "Sorry."
"Oh do not be sorry Izuku. You have done exactly as I have asked." My father whispered to me before turning to the crowd. "Now I know all of you are curious as to who I have brought. This is my son and the heir to the Amairin Clan."
Soon the crowd descended upon us like vultures. On that day I learned far too many names and found out why the rich hated being flattered. It would seem that my father is terrible at keeping promises.
Two weeks had passed since my father had broken his promise to me and mother was wondering why I refused to talk with father. So in total it had been four weeks since I began my pseudo quirk training. Now I had reached a critical point in my training. My body is decimated. Even just moving hurts. A tipping point had been reached, too much and I would permanently hurt my body but too little and my quirk factor wouldn't be stimulated enough for pseudo quirk development.
There's a reason why pseudo quirk training is only done by the elite of the elite. First of all, it's rather expensive to keep a trainer and physician on constant standby, doubly so for the experienced enough ones needed for the training. Second, one must dedicate their whole body and mind for nearly every waking second for months. The only reason I can go to school is because I'm younger than most who do the training so my quirk factor is more malleable and thus I don't have to destroy my body nearly as much or for as long as a fully grown adult.
Sitting at the protagonist desk™ three rows back and next to the window I was staring out across the track of my school. Later we were having a sports day with families allowed to attend and everything. Unfortunately all my pleas to change my event to anything else have fallen on deaf ears. Despite not having a quirk I was the most athletic kid in class even before I started my pseudo quirk training. So as the fastest kid in class I was volunteered to be the last leg of the relay later today. I'm already tapped out so there's no way I'll be able to win the race. What a bother.
Slamming an exploding hand onto my desk Katsumi aggressively told me, "Listen up Deku today I'll destroy you and then you'll know who is the best, me."
"Well I'm glad that you're happy about the relay." I blandly responded.
"No way, I don't care about some stupid race. All I care about is showing that I'm gonna be number one." She heatedly explained.
I yawned before I told her, "Well you might get your wish. I'm totally beat already."
"Well just get better before the relay or else I'll smash your skull in. It won't be a real win unless you are at your best." Katsumi barked at me before storming off angry as always.
It would seem all of my classmates were staring at me as Kacchan left until my classmate with a quirk that augmented his ears came up and asked, "Hey you serious about not feeling well Midoriya if we lose this race Kaeda-sensei is gonna have our heads."
"Eh, don't worry about it, I'm sure it will all work out in the end anyway Mitsubishi." I glibbly told him. Not that I was going to tell him if they wanted to win then they should have changed me out when I asked two weeks ago.
"It's Mitsuhide, Midoriya. I swear you're just as bad as Bakugou with names." Ears told me exasperated.
"Sure, sure." I replied.
The relay had already begun with me just waiting for the final handoff to begin running. Kacchan was brimming with energy next to me giving me her usual death stare. Finally my teammate came running handing off the baton to me. I shot off every cell of my body burning. I was going far more slowly than I usually would and started off exhausted as soon as I began. It didn't really surprise me when Kacchan blasted past me while nearing the finish line. I looked behind and found none of the other contestants were anywhere near even me.
Kacchan was only ten meters away from the finish line when she tripped and bent her ankle. It didn't take long before I had caught up with her. She was trying to run but it looked like she had badly sprained her ankle and could barely even walk. I ran up to her and put her arm around her and started to help her move toward the finish.
"What the hell Deku!. I don't need your help!" She yelled at me.
"You badly sprained your ankle. You need to get to the infirmary." I calmly told her.
"I don't need your help. I'm gonna win this race and show you who's gonna be number one." She told me as she pushed me off with a small explosion trying to run only to stumble.
Luckily I caught her hand and pulled her arm back around me and kept walking for the last two meters left until we reached the finish line.
"There, you were the first one to step over the finish line so you win. Now you need to get to the infirmary." I notified the explosive child.
"Don't tell me what to do! We need to go back and start from the beginning." She roared as she started resisting me again.
Luckily Mitsuki-Oba and my mom had approached us since the race was over.
"Katsumi are you alright? It looked like you tripped pretty badly near the end there. Do you need treatment" My mother, ever the worrywort asked.
"Ah, she's had it worse. She'll be fine." Mitsuki-Oba told my mother.
"Let go of me Deku we need to go back." Kacchan explained again.
"No, you need to go to the infirmary now. You can barely walk." I told her once again.
"If the boy says you need to go then go. He certainly has more sense than you brat." Mitsuki-Oba went off on Katsumi ending her lecture with a traditional bonk on the head.
"Shut up old hag! We need to decide who is number oooone." Kacchan told off her mother as I let go of her bent down and her up by the legs into a princess carry.
"There, now you don't have to walk. I'll take you to the infirmary now." I told the blonde bomber now in my arms before starting to run to where the infirmary was.
"Be careful on the way honey." My mother commanded me seemingly unsurprised by the turn of events.
"Yes mother." I simply answered before running out of hearing range. Kacchan brought out of her surprise starting cursing up a storm but surprisingly not using her quirk as I carried her. Hopefully my dead arms will last long enough until we reach the infirmary. A man can dream.
Inko turned to her longtime best friend before saying, "If I was being facetious this is when I would say that I told you so."
"Well Izuku certainly inherited your kindness but that's all you're gonna get out of me. Although I can certainly hope that he'd fall for that brat even if she is bad for your health." Mitsuki responded with a small grin adorning her face.
Inko and Mitsuki had arrived at the infirmary a few minutes after Izuku and Katsumi did. Izuku had left to go get something that the nurse had asked for. Katsumi was laying on one of the beds surprisingly calm with an ice pack over her ankle.
"If your ankle was hurt you should have just let Izuku take you to the infirmary but now you've gone and caused the boy even more trouble." Mitsuki scolded her child.
"Shut up. I had to prove I'm the best." Katsumi replied uncharacteristically quietly.
"Oh, I've heard from Izuku that Katsumi challenges him everyday. She must be sad that they weren't able to complete their challenge today." Inko informed Mitsuki in a whisper.
Upon hearing that Mitsuki looked at Katsumi with a smug grin on her face and asked, "Everyday eh, and how many of these challenges have you won brat."
"One technically, but it doesn't count." Was the reply.
"Oh and when was that?" The blonde mother asked with faux innocence and a grin threatening to split her face.
The explosion girl turned her face away from her mother before quickly grinding out, "Today."
"So now you're depressed because it wasn't a real win right? You can't even gloat to him about how you won." The mother of the bomber questioned.
"It's not right. I have the talent and the best quirk in our entire stupid school. Yet why can't I beat him? Even today when I was going to win finally I tripped. It's like the universe conspires against me to let him win." Katsumi told her mother angrily.
"You're correct brat. You have both talent and an amazing quirk but that kid has talents too. You'll never beat him at his own game brat." Mitsuki chided.
"His own game?" Katsumi looked back at her mother.
Mitsuki's grin had now reached its apex and she began, "Now listen up brat because I'm gonna tell you a secret."
The next day I learned a whole new monster had been created to take the place of the Kacchan I knew before.
A/N: First story I've ever written any and all criticism is appreciated.
This is the prologue; the next chapter will be a four-year timeskip and Izuku will remain fourteen for at least another few chapters.
I got this idea from reading My False Love Academia. Great story, I one-hundred percent recommend it. Essentially my initial thought was essentially how would it go if instead of crack played straight it was just played straight. Of course my idea evolved overtime but at the core of it what I was trying to show throughout the chapter was that my Izuku is essentially a born mob boss. Now this is obviously an OC insert as I am definitely not a born mob boss.
Now as the title suggests this is a multi-cross fusion setting and hopefully I will be able to combine them in a meaningful way. Essentially I want to play this as a mostly MHA focused setting with some minor cross elements until Izuku is essentially thrown into the wider world. To be honest the multi-cross is mainly so I can throw in a series that I really want more fics of. You'll see what I'm talking about eventually.
The MHA part of the world is also very AU so I'm going to play with that alot. Hopefully the story will come out alright. On that note I changed Bakugou's gender because I find it interesting especially if I can write my way into making her into a full on tsundere. Not because I like tsunderes specifically, just that I think making Bakugou into one would be hilarious.
Till next time Signing out.
Beta's note: This was great fun to help edit this chapter for BloodWolf. From what I've been told of the future of this story; I'm quite excited for this to continue and I think BloodWolf does too. Also Bloodwolf why didn't you say you were turning Bakugou into a tsundere. You have betrayed me; oh woe is me! Haha. From what I have been told, I have great hopes for this fic. -Fighingdragon
