AN: First, thank you for the support on the 1st chapter. As cheesy as it sounds, thank you so much. I love writing for fun, and getting reviews as well as follows and favorites is fun to see. And in Regards to reviews...
Funny-Little-Cute White Fox: I'll try to update weekly or so. School and sports can be a pain.
crazybeebee: Thanks. I always find the first chapters to be one of the more important ones.
wolves567: Well, you'll just have to see.
ryker55mc: Addressing grammar mistakes, I do have Grammarly running, but no beta reader. We die like men with no sense of self-preservation.
bayne55555: I'm excited to see where this goes too.
Wade Stormbow: First off, awesome username. Second, thank you for the support. Believe me, I like the dynamic and the ships too. It's why I'm writing it after all. As for the M-rating, I don't like throwing all the 'make you want to murder God because you're so disgusted/horrified/angry' stuff until a couple of chapters in. I don't throw people off the deep end. And, trust me, the rating will be justified. Eventually.
With all that said, onto chapter 2.
You know, I thought today was gonna be a nice day. I got training in, me and Bakugo were gonna make it to the train with plenty of time. Instead...
"FUCKING SHIT, JUST HIT THE MOTHERFUCKER!" Bakugo roars, as Kamui Woods attempts to wrangle some giant villain on top of the train tracks, holding bags of money in his hands. He has dreads, for some reason, and is trying to smack Kamui Woods out of the air.
"Like you could do better, kid!" Someone shouts towards us, and Bakugo spins around, his hands popping with mini-explosion
"LIKE FUCK I COULDN'T! LET'S GET THIS MOTHERFUCKER, IZUKU!" Bakugo shouts, looking ready to fight the villain before I grab the back of his collar, holding him back.
"Kacchan, no. Neither of us is heroes, and we ain't hero students. We can't do anything, legally speaking. So let's just wait this out." I mutter, and he shakes my hand off of him, then looks up at Kamui Woods, who is getting ready to finish off the villain when...
"CANYON CANNON!" A female voice shouts, and the next second, a foot the size of a car slams into the villain, slamming him into a building while knocking him out.
Some giant lady in what is practically a skin-tight costume stands triumphant over the villain, before looking over her shoulder, sticking her ass out as she bends at the knees
"My name is Mt. Lady! I'm the newest hero on the scene~." She says, and before I know it, there's a row of guys with cameras in front of us, snapping photos of the new arrival.
"...Bakugo, blind me, please," I say, turning to face my friend, who is already raising his hands.
"I'll blind myself while I'm at it." He says, but before he can do anything, a voice speaks up.
"You know, if you want to become heroes, blinding yourselves isn't going to do anything." An elderly man with four-pointed stars growing out of his head says as we both turn to look at him.
"I wasn't gonna do it," Bakugo grumbles as he lowers his hands.
"I'm sure. But anyway, you two seem to want to be heroes. I wish you the best of luck with that." He says, and I nod at him, but Bakugo scoffs
"We don't luck. We have skill." He replies, and the old man chuckles a tiny bit.
"I'm sure. But everyone can use some luck every once in a while, no?" He asks, and then walks off, humming some kind of tune under his breath as we watch him go.
"That was weird, right?" Bakugo asks, and I shrug.
"I mean, yeah. But he seemed nice. Anyway, let's get to our train. I'm not gonna be late for school."
6 hours later.
"Today, I'm going to be giving back your applications for high schools. Now, you must choose carefully, as this will impact your jobs going forward...but who am I kidding, you all want to be heroes, right?" Our teacher, a thin, lanky man with a limb-extending quirk asks, and everyone in the class, save me and Bakugo, explode into cheers, using their quirks at random.
"Hey! No quirk usage in school, you know! But it is very exciting...Say, Bakugo and Midoriya, did you both apply to U.A?" The teacher asks, and everyone turns to look at the two of us.
"Hell yeah, teach. Me and Mido are the only ones who have any chance of getting into U.A., much less be anything of a real hero!" Bakugo chuckles, and everyone shoots him a glare
"Shut up Bakugo, you aren't better than us!" One kid shouts and Bakugo turns around, staring the kid down
"And why the hell am I not? Me and Mido aced that fucking faux-practical like it was nothing. You guys are all slow, stupid, and have shitty stamina! I can outrun all of you, and so can Mido. You extras aren't gonna be heroes, and even if you were, you would just be C-list sidekicks." Bakugo says, and I groan quietly as everyone only intensifies their glares.
"Like you and birdbrain have powerful enough quirks, anyway!" Some kid snaps, and I take offense to that.
"You ever heard of Hawks? You know, the number 4 hero? Yeah, we have similar quirks, ya know. Wings, fast speeds, etc. I can't detach my feathers, but I can move nearly as fast as him. His top speed was recorded at 70 mph, mine is 65.*" I snap, and the kid glares at me.
"But you're not him, are you, huh?" He asks, and I nod
"I do. But at least I don't go around pretending something I'm not. I know I'm not that good. But I'm willing to work for it. You guys all think you can walk right into hero schools, and they'll accept you. It don't work like that. You have to fight to get into those schools. Me and Bakugo have been training for years to work on our quirks and ourselves. That's the difference between you and us. We trained as hard as we could, putting blood, tears, and sweat into our dreams. Can you say the same?" I ask, and no one answers.
"...Well, anyway, let's move on..." Our teacher says, trying to break up the tension in the air that you cut with a knife.
"Fucking extras," Bakugo grumbles under his breath as everyone refocuses on the teacher.
After school
"I still don't fucking get why those fucking extras think they're so good. They're weaklings, and they know it." Bakugo growls, and I sigh
"They probably don't know that ya know," I reply, glancing at my friend as we walk home, passing by other random people.
"Shut up, Mido. I'm too pissed off right now." Bakugo sighs as we turn under a bridge, moving to take a shortcut towards our houses.
"...You know, your attitude is gonna bite you in the ass at one point or another, right?" I ask, and he shoots me a glare
"Listen here birdbrai-"
"Oooh, two skin suits, huh?" A garbled, deep voice asks, and both Bakugo and I turn to face the source of the sound, which is rising behind us.
It's a literal pile of green sludge with eyes, yellowed teeth, and a warped grin on its face.
"...Bakugo, you ready?" I ask, reaching up and grabbing the metallic halo above my head, which is glowing bright orange in my hand. It does this sometimes whenever I have strong emotions coursing through my body. Red for anger, yellow for fear, blue for sadness, green for happiness, purple for disgust, and this orange for anticipation.
"Yep. You want left or right?" Bakugo asks, and I shrug, sling my backpack off, and Bakugo does the same.
"Left," I reply, and he chuckles.
"You won't be able to do anything anyway!" The sludge shouts, moving at impressive speeds towards Bakugo, who responds with an explosion that's a flashbang more than anything. The villain reels back in pain, and I chuck my halo at the thing, and it buries itself about halfway into the villain, who instantly begins to roar in pain as I hear the sound of hissing and bubbling.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" The sludge creature roars as it spins on me, the halo still buried in its side.
"Hey, I am not a bastard. I know both my parents, thank you very much." I snap, dodging an attack from the sludge, and ripping my halo out of it, rejoining Bakugo, who is staring the sludge down with a death stare to rival his mother's.
"Okay, so halo won't work. Wanna just explode it a few dozen times?" I ask, returning my halo to its rightful place above my head and Bakugo scoffs
"Of course you pass it off to me, you useless nerd." I glare at him as he mutters under his breath
"Excuse me, I can kick your ass any time I want, bitch." I snap, and he spins on me, grabbing my collar, getting right in my face. We're about the same height, but Bakugo has about an inch at 5'9", and me at 5'8"
"Like hell, ya nerd!" Bakugo roars, and I rip his arm away from my collar.
"Try me, motherfucker!" I snarl, making fists with my hands and raising them to my face.
"I fucking will, bitch!" He snarls, hands popping as my halo begins to glow red above me.
"FOCUS ON ME, YOU LITTLE SHITS!" The sludge shouts, and we both dodge an attack from it just in time.
"THIS ISN'T OVER NERD!" Bakugo shouts as he launches an explosion at the thing, which howls in pain once again as I follow up with a smack from my Halo to the face. Or what you wanna call the area around his eyes and mouth.
"I AM HERE!"
A voice strong enough to make me feel the bass from it my chest echoes in my ears as the sludge whips around, looking for the speaker.
"No...no no no no no no no..." The sludge says, and the next thing I know...
"TEXAS...SMASH!" The speaker roars and I'm blown back 30 feet by the sheer wind pressure, my wings catching the gusts of wind before I manage to tuck them. Bakugo didn't fare much better, sliding back a good 20 feet. The sludge is blown apart, splattering all over the walls of the tunnel.
"Holy shit..." Bakugo mutters as I stare at the figure, who happens to be built like a human tank whose muscles have muscles.
All Might. The number 1 hero, standing at over 7 feet tall, dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki cargo pants, carrying...groceries? Well, I suppose people with god-like strength have to eat a lot.
"Hello, young ones! I hope you are both all right! I must praise you for defending yourselves from this villain, he was tough, even for me to an extent! What are your names?" All Might asks as Bakugo shakes his head a tiny bit, trying to clear his thoughts.
"I'm Katsuki Bakugo."
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Well then, Young Bakugo, Young Midoriya, I thank you for holding him here long enough for me to make my way through the sewers he ran through! Now, I must also ask, are you two young men planning to become heroes? Because from what I saw in that second before I attacked, you two were holding your own!" All Might smiles as we both glance at one another.
"Yes sir. We just applied to U.A." I reply, and All Might smiles
"Ahh, yes, my Alma Mater. Do you two think you could break my entrance score record?" He asks, and I shrug.
"I mean, I'd love to try, but I doubt I can," I reply, and Bakugo scoffs
"Speak for yourself. I'm gonna wreck that record."
"Well, I wish you both luck then! Maybe I'll see you in the hero scene in a few years! You may go on your way, young men! I will deal with this villain, and take him to the police!" All Might says as he grabs a 2-liter of water from his bag, opens it, then down the entire thing, and begins to gather the sludge into it as me and Bakugo grab our bags and walk out of the tunnel.
"Dude...I'm not dreaming, right?" Bakugo asks quietly, and I instantly smack him in the back of the head
"OW! THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, NERD?" Bakugo roars
"To see if you were dreaming. Pain helps test that theory. Considering you felt that, you aren't in a dream." I reply, and he glares at me
"Usually you just pinch someone." He snaps, and I shrug.
"My method works better. Besides, someone has to factory rest your brain at some point." I chuckle, and a vein pops in his head as he stares at me.
"I'm gonna factory reset YOUR SOUL!" Bakugo shouts, and that's my cue to run. I take off in a dead sprint, dodging in between random civilians as I begin to head back to my house.
"You're not gonna catch me, Bakugo!" I shout, as I jump over someone's dog, who barks at me as I run past.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Is Bakugo's only response.
"Hooo boy," I mutter, and as I begin to run faster, I have to stop at a red crosswalk light as I bounce on my feet, waiting to cross.
"Isto, get back here!" I hear a female voice cries, and I see a little kid run past me, into the street.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a truck barreling towards the intersection. It's not slowing down.
Reacting faster than I ever have before, I drop my bag and shoot off my feet in a split second. Using one singular flap of my wings, I shoot into the intersection, grabbing the small boy with dark purple hair in my arms, then flap again to gain height, clipping the side of a car with my shoes as I fly over the street, and then tumble along with the ground, protecting the boy with my wings and body as we roll on the concrete sidewalk.
I groan slightly as I unfurl my wings, and look down at the small child in my arms, who is smiling up at me, not a care in the world
"Wow, mister, you can fly!" The boy says, and I chuckle lightly as I let go of the boy, who gets to his feet, and I'm helped to mine by bystanders, and I check myself for injuries. I have bruises starting to form on my arms, and probably on my back. My legs hurt, for some fucking reason. My wings are a bit tattered, but those will heal within a few days. I have scratches on my hands and a small cut on my face.
"Yeah, I can. But uh, maybe don't go playing in traffic next time, huh?" I ask, smiling at the boy as the crossing light turns to a walking man, and a woman with bright blue hair rushes up to the boy, and wraps him into a hug, crying and stroking his hair.
"Itso...oh my baby..." The woman says as Itso just smiles along.
"Hey, kid." Someone calls my name, and I see a man who looks like a crocodile hand me my bag, which I gladly take.
"Oi, Nerd! You do something stupid again?" I hear Bakugo's familiar voice as he pushes through the crowd, and looks me over
"I saved a kid, so no," I reply, and he sighs.
"Welp, let's get back to the house. Auntie would kill me if she found out I just left you here." Bakugo says, and I smirk as we begin to walk, or limp, in my case, back to my house.
Not so bad, huh?
AN: So, yeah. No real 'sludge incident'. If that's your jam, I'm really sorry. He's not going to be All Might's trainee, so I don't really see a point for it. Anyway, hope ya'll like it. 'Till next time.
*113 and 105 kph, respectively.