Here we are with chapter 5. Things will deviate drastically from canon, there is necessary heartbreak here. This is a society built up on quirks remember that. And those factors are crucial to Izuku's way of thinking in this story. Enjoy.


Chapter 5 ONE

Izuku was happy, really happy, he was in a really good place in his life. His new friendship with momo was going great, it's been five months since they met and they never went a week without calling or texting each other. On weekends Izuku would go to her house for training or sometimes just to hang out, Izuku even introduced momo to parkour, his morning runs can get pretty repetitive even if he takes several different routes adding parkour adds a new level of difficulty and excitement. These runs were always so much fun just the two of them jumping from roof to roof joking and competing with each other. He really enjoyed spending time with Momo and just being around her, she had become a good friend to him even more so by the fact that though she was shocked at first she didn't care whatsoever that he was quirkless, which he couldn't express how much that meant to him.

Izuku had also sent in his U.A application far ahead of time so it was one less thing to worry about, he was certain he would get in, his grades were the best in his year next to Taku so he wasn't too worried about the written portion of the test. Every week he gets stronger and faster, and his control over his incredible strength improves, his masters continue to put him through the ringer and the results speak for themselves. His spars with both of them are the best thing he could ask for as they hone his skills to a fine precision. After seeing Michiko train momo in the sword he was interested in learning basic swordsmanship, however not in the typical way. He had long since learned how to use chops to slice clean through paper, wood and even rock as if his hand were a blade. Using his hands as blades he invented a new style which he dubbed the iai sword.

Classes at Aldera Junior High were wrapping up for the day and students were preparing to leave. Izuku finds Taku down the hall towards the exit talking with a girl, Mutsumi Akiyoshi. She was a cute girl with long brown hair with bangs covering her forehead and brown eyes. She was in the same year as them but in a different class and it was common knowledge she had a crush on Taku, when the greynette saw him he turned from his girl, "hey Izu, off to see your girl?"

"Come on Taku, you know she's just a good friend, not my girl, and to answer your question no, I have to head home first then I'm going to the dojo."

"Ok then, hey you wanna go for a flight this weekend? I made some improvements to the Tornado." Taku asked, excited to show his friend.

"Sure, we can do it this Saturday but after my training." Izuku replied.

Mutsumi hearing this whole exchange decided to speak up "Wait, what do you mean by flight? Does your family have a private plane or something?" She asked genuinely curious.

Taku looked back at her with a duh face, "Well obviously we have a private plane but I'm talking about my personally made plane, It's called The Tornado!" He said with pride.

The brunette looked at him with a pouty face, "And when were you going to tell me this or offer me a flight?"

"When I felt like it." He said and smiled sarcastically.

The girl started to playfully hit him for this remark, Izuku could only smile at this madness before taking off, "Talk to you later Taku."

Izuku had to head back home to grab something before heading to the dojo, just before his classes ended he got a text from his mother telling him he got a letter from U.A in the mail. He wasn't sure what it could be about but he was anxious to get home and check it out then head to the dojo. Arriving home he found his mother in the living room watching TV drinking tea. "Welcome home sweetie, I left your letter on the table with the rest of the mail." She stated happily.

"Thanks mom, I'll check this out then I'm going to the dojo." He picked up the U.A letter amongst the mail and went to his room and closed the door behind him.

"Ok let's see what this is."After fiddling with the paper for a moment he was finally able to open it and pulled out the letter and began to read it, his heart sank with every line.

Dear Mr Midoriya

We have received your application for the hero course at U.A Highschool, while we are very impressed at your academic achievements, we are sad to inform you that we do not feel it would be in the best interest of yourself or our institution for you to pursue the hero course. You are more than welcome to apply for our general studies department in which we are certain that you will excel, but with your quirkless status, it would not be prudent for you to take our entrance exam. I'm sure that this must be upsetting, but we must consider the health and safety of all of our applicants. You are an amazing student and you will succeed in any career you choose but unfortunately heroics isn't one of them. We wish you nothing but the best.

Sincerely, Principle Nezu

Izuku put the letter down on his desk and just sat in the room with a numb expression, his head lowered, his mouth slightly opened and the look in his eyes was one of pain. The memories of the past seven years came flooding in, the day he met his masters, all the hours he put in to learn his disciplines, all the times he kept pushing himself despite the agony of everyday, the cracking of his bones and the coughing of blood, and him leveling a wood with a single punch. He also remembered all the times his peers had mocked him for his dream, all the laughing, all the insults, and him smiling through it all because they could never make him doubt himself or his dream. Then he remembered meeting All Might, "The world of heroics is very dangerous and without a quirk of your own I don't think it would be best for you to be it. You should look for another career path."

And now he is dealing with this, once again his dreams are being denied and stomped in the dirt by the same school he has spent all these years training to go to, because according to them he and his effort will never be good enough.

Still sitting in the silence of his room, all of his thoughts came to a head when a single tear slid down his right cheek, and then another came down his left.

"Why?...Why, does it always have to be like this? Why, does everyone always have to be like this?" He said in a shallow voice. "I'm quirkless, I'll never have the power that others do, I know that, they don't think I Know that! I worked so hard, and come so far, but they're not even gonna give me a chance to try! This superhuman society, I know I'm not a part of it and I'll never be but, I can still help people, I can still use my skills for others, I can still be….a hero." There was a knock on the door and Inko let herself in.

"Everything ok Izuku?" She asked but immediately paused upon seeing her son's tears, "What's wrong?" Her son didn't answer, only handing her the letter that just wrecked him. She read the letter and had tears of her own when she finished, she pulled her son into a hug, "I'm so sorry Izuku."

"It's ok mom." He said in a shallow voice as he welcomed her hug.

The two stayed like this for about a minute before they separated, " What are you gonna do now? Inko asked. "I'm not sure, I guess I'll have to apply somewhere else, but I have to get to the dojo." He said before putting the letter in his pocket and heading to the door, "I'm here for you if you need anything. The mother said. "I know mom, thank you, I'll be back later."

Izuku dragged his feet all the way to the dojo, his rejection weighing heavily on his mind. He walks in to find Michiko on the far end of the property practicing sword swings, while he would prefer to talk to Keizo in a moment like this but he was busy training other students on the other side and he just really needed the guidance of one of his masters. Michiko was standing in front of a wooden post in a battoujutsu stance, she swung her sword and in the span of one full second performed 100 slashes disintegrating the post and sheathing her sword. She looks to see her favorite student approaching her with a numb expression and eyes that screamed sadness and hurt.

"What's wrong Izuku?" She asked, her eyes meeting his with concern.

The boy let out a sigh, "It looks like I won't be headed to U.A after all, master."

The brunette raised an eyebrow at his words."And why not."

"Bladent discrimination it looks like." He ended this statement by handing her the letter, she takes it and reads it, her face shifting to one of anger upon finishing it.

"Those hypocritical BASTARDS! How dare they! Looking out for you and the institution is a bunch of crap, plus ultra my ass! You know what Izuku, wait right here, I'll be back in an hour." She finished and walked to the dojo and walked back out with a carrying bag for her sword and put it in. This snaps the boy out of his depressed state, "Wait master where are you going!" He asked slightly horrified about what she might do. "I am off to cut the U.A faculty for this level of disrespect, wanna come?"

The greenette was now terrified for all of the U.A staff, "Wait, I'm sad about this but you can't kill them! Please stop!" The boy begged.

"This isn't just about you Izuku, they insulted you and by extension US! Who the hell are they to say your effort will never be good enough when we're the ones who trained you! Don't worry I promise it will be painless. She said as she started to walk to the front gate.

The greenette was visibly scared for what his master was about to do, so he did the only rational thing he could do. He grabbed his sensei by the waist and picked her up. "What! Put me down Izuku, They're gonna paaaay!" she screamed as Izuku carried her to Keizo who was just finishing his class. "And what fresh madness is this?" He asked jokingly at his sister trying to free herself from the grasp of his best student.

"Master, please help me!" Izuku begged.

After finally managing to calm his sister down all three are sitting in the main house living room. "So now does one of you want to give me the full story of why you wanted to kill the faculty at U.A?" He said in a stern voice. Izuku was the one to step up and handed him the letter that set his sister off, Taking it and reading Keizo's normally warm pleasant expression clearly changed to one of anger. "I see, so you've basically been barred from taking the entrance exams because of your lack of a quirk." Izuku nodded "Yes master."

"And you were going to punish them because of this." He said looking at his currently mopping sister.

Keizo takes a deep breath before speaking again, "Normally this would have the making of a good lawsuit but U.A is a special school, so technically they can do this, it must hurt to be singled out like this once again Izuku, especially from your dream school."

"Yeah, this hurts, alot. I worked so hard, I know I can do it but they're not gonna let me try because they say I'll never be good enough. I've gone Plus Ultra everyday for eight years but that doesn't matter because I can't show that, can I? It's so frustrating! All I want is to help people, I want them to feel safe because I did something good for them. But... as far as this world built on quirks is concerned, someone like me is useless." He looks up at Keizo trying to fight back his tears."Master, what should I do?"

Keizo and Michiko both looked at their hurt disciple, the look in his eyes and his question very reminiscent of when he asked Michiko to train him. Keizo, while normally always having a response and a pillar of wisdom and confidence for his student had no easy answer, Izuku's dream was out of his reach and it wasn't his fault he couldn't tell him to give up on it after he had worked so hard. He also knew first hand just how painful even the thought of giving up on your dreams can be, and to actually give up is a pain worse than death.

"Izuku, I don't have a clear answer for you. But, you need to make a decision."

The greenette locked eyes with his master. "So you're saying I should give up on my dream." He asked, scared of the answer.

"I didn't say that, if you give up on your dream you'll experience pain far greater than you do now. You should take some time and think about what you'll do next. I suggest finding something to take your mind off heroics, try getting involved in community service or taking on a personal project."

"Like what?"

This time it was Michiko who perked up. "Hey, how about you clean Dagobah Municipal beach? The place used to be beautiful back in the day but now it's an illegal trash dump, it would make for some good light training and you'd be doing something good for the community."

Keizo raised a finger to his chin at his sister's words. "I like that, it's definitely a good idea, see if cleaning the beach will give you some clarity."

Izuku took in his master's advice, once again grateful for all that they have been to him. "Thank you masters. I'll go over there after training today."

Michiko smiled at him before jumping up. " Alright! Let's go kiddo, let's get you stronger and blow off some steam."


After training that day at around sunset Izuku was at the beach and just as his master said this place was a dump. It would almost certainly be beautiful if you got rid of the trash, there were tv's, washing machines. Refrigerators and even whole cars out here. Taking a look at the mountains of trash that litters the beach he got to work, he started by picking up huge piles and taking them to the front for the garbage company to pick it up. For some of the larger things he would just crush them which was incredibly easy. After an hour it had gotten dark and he decided to call it a day, leaving a huge pile of trash to be picked up.

Walking back home through the dark streets of the city. He walks along thinking about the events of today, cleaning the beach hadn't helped him to find direction but it was only the first day. He wanted to tell Taku about all this but some things are better said in person, and whatever he chose to do he was certain Taku would have his back. There aren't too many people walking around and he doesn't see any heroes around. There was a brown haired woman walking in front of him and he was brought out of his thoughts when she suddenly rose off the ground and was violently pulled into an alley by an invisible force.

"What the?" Was Izuku's only thought before rushing to look down the alley he sees the woman still off the ground pinned against a wall and a man wearing a black face mask and a jacket with an object he quickly registered as a knife in his left hand about to stab her. He pulls his arm back and on pure impulse Izuku bursts down the alley grabbing the man's arm in mid trust. "What do you think you're doing!" The teenage boy demanded.

The man was clearly shocked that someone else had arrived so fast and had such a bone breaking grip, the boy's interference made him drop the woman, making him mad. " So you came to play too kid?" He ended these words by dropping the knife and making a gesture with his right ring and index finger and the knife came flying diagonally at the boy's face. The teen let go of the his arm, jumping back to avoid the knife, but the knife stops in mid air and comes flying down at the boy, it was too slow and Izuku merely cocked his head to the left with the blade missing him again but he noticed the blade attempting to flank him. But to the shock of the attacker he grabbed the knife at the blade and with a gentle squeeze shattered it.

"What the hell! Your quirk an arm enhancer or something?" The man asked.

"My quirk isn't the issue here, why are you doing this?" Izuku demanded again.

The man looked at the teen with a sinister grin. "I'm playing a game."

"A game!" He exclaimed, shocked and becoming angry.

"Yep, it's my favorite game, I snatch the first person I see and stab em, looks like today I got two for the price of one." He said, clearly excited.

Hearing his words Izuku remembers a news report he saw a few days ago about several people who had been severely stabbed multiple times over the past few weeks, one of them even died. You… You're the serial stabber!"

The man smiled at hearing this, "so you've heard of me? Does that mean I'm becoming famous?"

Izuku gets in his stance."Well fame is going to be short-lived because this is as far as you go!"

"Okay kid game on!" After this declaration he made gestures with his hands and six concealed knives came from his jacket and levitated around him.

With one gesture from his hands all the knives came flying at Izuku at speed most would consider fast, but not too fast for his eyes as he skillfully dodged and deflected the knives that came at him. His training with Michiko had long since taught him to defend against a bladed weapon and with his perfect seikuken this was child's play. After a minute a perfectly defending against the onslaught he notice the knives were slowing down and when he swatted one away it took longer for it to come back, He could also see that the man was visibly stressed then his quirk nerdness begane to analyze. "He's slowing down. Maybe it's mental fatigue, him having to control the movements of so many items has got to be mentally taxing, let's test this out." He thought.

Izuku swats away a knife aiming for his chest then grabs the handle of one coming for the right side of his throat with his right hand and uses it to knock away two more knives, he shifts his body to the left to dodge one that was about to pierce his left lower back and grabbing it as well. Using the two knives to easily knock away the other four, he took this opening to throw one of the knives to the right side off the man's head, missing him on purpose but making him react, he jumped to the side and was met with Izuku in his face. The teen unleashed a dozen blurring punches to the stabber's face and chest, ending the barrage with a uppercut to the chin, grabbing his arm and delivering a chop to the neck, he spins before pulling him over his shoulder and slamming him hard, still holding his arm he bends it at the elbow able to break it if need be.

Cough, cough, came from the down stabber, the air clearly knocked out of him. "What the hell just happened?" He said through the pain and the struggle for air.

"You lost, it's over." Izuku said, turning to the woman who was crouched against a wall, both shock and fear clearly evident in her eyes. "You ok now miss?" He said, giving her a warm assuring smile.

A tear started to fall down her eye. "Yes, thanks to you!" She said, her thankful smile warming Izuku's heart.

The boy nodded. "Would you please call the police, I've got this handled."

The woman nodded and then left to go do it leaving the two males in the alley. "So you wanna tell me why you chose to hurt people in your free time."

"He didn't respond, only making a gesture with his free hand and two knives came flying at Izuku. He looks up and sees the blades coming and punches the man in the face knocking him out and the knives falling. "So that's how it is, you just did this because you wanted to and for some reason it was fun. I hope you can learn and find a way to be a better person."

The police and several heroes arrived about five minutes later the stabber was taken into custody and both the woman and Izuku gave their statements. Despite the good deed he'd done both the pros and police took the time out to lecture him about his reckless actions.

"That was a reckless stunt you pulled, kid." Death Arms said.

"You may have won but you still could have been killed. You should have run to find the nearest hero, not rush to confront a murderer." Said Kamui Woods.

"But there weren't any pros around, there wasn't any time to think or look for help. I saw someone in danger so I helped them. How is that a problem?"

"It's a problem because vigilantism is a crime, and we can't condone illegal quirk use." Came the stern voice of a man in a brown trenchcoat and fedora. "I am detective Naomasa."

"I'm quirkless sir. I don't have a quirk to break the law with." He said looking at the three men, his words unflinching.

The three men were all in shock from his words, the serial stabber they have been trying to catch for weeks was stopped by a quirkless boy. "Well...That's all the more reason you shouldn't have gotten involved." Said Death Arms in a bewildered tone.

"If I didn't she may have died. I couldn't just leave it to chance when I was right there to help, so what if I'm quirkless if someone needs help you help them isn't that just natural?"

This time it was the detective that spoke up this time. "Look kid, you have a point, but we have laws in place and pro heroes trained and certified to handle situations like this. We cannot condone civilians taking the law into their own hands, nothing wrong with being a good samaritan but you should leave it to the professionals."

"But what if no pro is around? What if the victim dies? What if the villain gets away and hurts more people? What does that say about you if you help someone and you don't? There are too many what if's detective and I don't need that on my conscience, I'm sorry."

Naomasa let out a deep sigh. "Look kid, I hear where you're coming from but we have to maintain law and order. we're going to overlook this this time just don't let it happen again." The detective finished, walking back to his car he decided to give the woman a ride back to her home but not before she thanked her profusely. She then gave him a card for the cafe that she owned and asked him to swing by for some cake on the house. He also learned that her name was Nanomi Kaibara.

The cops offered him a ride home but he declined it, he needed to be alone with his thoughts. He saved her, he literally saved someone today. Sure it may have been some back alley villain but it was way too easy, he reacted quickly, stopped the villain with ease and his smile made her feel safe. Just this afternoon he got a letter from his dream school saying he would never be good enough, that his effort was pointless, well he proved today that it wasn't. It was clearly more than enough. You can't be a hero without a quirk, a sentiment he has had to fight against ever since he was diagnosed as quirkless, a sentiment that U.A agrees with but that won't stop him. He was determined to be the hero he wanted to be, he just needed a chance to show that a quirk means nothing when you work hard.

"Since U.A is off the table I'll just have to apply somewhere else. I'll try Shiketsu, it's program rivals U.A's, Ketsubutsu High and Isamu Academy. Surely one of them will let me in without a quirk." He smiled at his thoughts, optimism unwavering.


One week later

"Why?" Was Izuku's only thought as he looked down at the three rejection letters on his desk that basically reiterate what the U.A letter said. All of them saying that it wouldn't be in the best interest of the school or him to allow him to participate in the entrance exam. You can't be a hero without a quirk, is apparently a sentiment shared by the hero academia itself, not just U.A. He felt so good a week ago, he was able to use his skills to help someone, to save a life, and even though these schools say it's impossible he knows it isn't. He knew this could happen but still, his dream has constantly been stepped in the dirt and no one has ever cared how much that hurts, and he can't get a chance to attain his dream because THEY won't open the door. He decided that he needs some air so he goes down to dagobah beach. He finished clearing all the trash yesterday and the beach was beautiful just as Michiko had said. He walks onto the sand, there arent any people out here and he just takes in the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore, just like the stream that ran through his training spot in the woods the sound was very tranquil and it allowed him to clear his mind. His mind shows flashes of all pain that has come with him wanting to be a quirkless hero, the mockery of his peers, the rejection from All Might, and the rejection from the hero academia. All of these memories were making him mad then one popped in that soothed him. His smiling face asking Nonami if she was ok after he pinned the stabber, and her thankful smiling face.

"I have to take my dream into my own hands, I will become the greatest hero I can possibly be." He said, ending this declaration by looking at his open right hand before making a fist. "I can do this, I know I can!" He said before getting into his stance and cocking back his fist, he throws a strong punch with the shockwave parting the ocean by at least 100 meters and creating walls of water that reached for the sky going far beyond the horizon. The greenette turned around, not bothering to wait and see the ocean come back to normal. He had made his decision and he needed to speak with his masters.

He made it to the dojo and was sitting in the main house in front of his masters

"So you've made up your mind about this." Keizo asked in a stern voice.

"Yes master." The student responded

"Well I support you all the way kiddo!" Michiko chimed in giving him an assuring smile.

"I'll be honest Izuku, I don't fully support this decision. I understand that doing this may be the only way to realistically achieve your dream but you're risking your future if this goes aerie."

"I know master and I've considered that, but, if I just throw away my dream without taking it with my own hands I'll never get over it and it will haunt me forever. I'll be careful, I'm just asking you to trust and believe in me." He said meeting the older man's eyes.

Keizo couldn't help but smile and let out a little chuckle. " What kind of question is that? If I didn't already trust and believe in you you wouldn't be my disciple. While I don't fully support it, I have no doubt that you will use your strength on the right path, and as your master it's my responsibility to watchover and guide you on this path. Never forget no matter how far you go a student will always be a student." He finished with a warm, welcoming smile.

Izuku raises his head and looks at both his masters. The memories of the past eight years training together came flooding in his mind, from the day he started all the way up to this moment. Tears began to build in his eyes. "Masters, thank you!" His voice flowed with gratitude.

"So you really gonna do this? Like seriously?" Asked an excited Takumi Fujiwara.

"Yes, this is the only way I can attain my dream." Izuku answered

"Sweet, then let me help you out."

"How so?" the grenette asked

"Let me be your sidekick, but instead of fighting I handle the technical stuff, I can make you a bomb ass suit and everything." The grey haired boy exclaimed

"I'm not sure I want you to get involved Taku, I'm already going to be breaking the law. I don't want to see you drag in my mess."

"One you're not dragging me into anything, two, you're my friend and I want to help you and three, the hero academia flat out discriminated against you. Izu, You're a physical anomaly unlike anything this world built on quirks could have imagined, you're the kindest, most humble person I know and you want to use your gifts solely to help others, I want to see what you'll become! Will you let me?"

Izuku was shocked. He had no idea his friend had thought so highly of him. Ever since the day they met the two had always been cool towards each other, though he was quirkless Taku never changed on him even after discovering the crazy things he could do. Izuku even willingly went to Taku's house to do some tests and both Taku and his grandfather were both amazed by the quirkless anomaly. His bond with Taku was one that he deeply valued. "Ok, you can be my sidekick/designer/techy." He said, giving his friend a warm smile.

"Yes you won't regret this bro! So do you have a costume design or…?"


Izuku was walking up to the front door of Taku's family mansion after the guards at the front gate let him in. He rings the doorbell and in ten seconds the door is opened revealing his grey haired friend. "Welcome bro, it's good that you came, me and grandpa finished your suit and I think you're gonna freaking love it. Hey mom, Izu's here!"

"I'm coming Takumi relax." Came the voice of his mother and renowned actress Megami Fujiwara, she was average height, had orange blonde hair, blue eyes and a curvy figure. Taku clearly took after his dad. They walked through the house to a hallway that only had one door, Taku types in some numbers on a keypad, then places a hand a palm reader, then a little scanner pops out the wall which Taku puts his eyes to, then he goes to a mic, "FUJI-MODE." The moment these words are accepted two machine gun torrents drop from the ceiling with infrared beams pointed at Izuku. "And guest." After this the door opens up to reveal an elevator and all three hop in. Taku hits the bottom button and off they go.

The elevator opens up to reveal a giant warehouse of a laboratory all around there are experiments straight out of a science fic, but the icing on the cake was a supercomputer straight down the way. Taku walks them to the left side of the lab that was darkly lit, where they could see a large glass display with several chairs and sitting one one of those chairs was Taku's grandfather Chuntaro Fujiwara. He was tall, had grey hair that spiked back, and brown eyes with a confident smile. "Welcome family, Midoriya, Glad you came to see my newest design." He said with pride. All three sit down in the chairs and all eyes are focused on the display.

A door opens on the edge of the display and a manikin comes out wearing a black cowl mask covering the face and neck only exposing the mouth and had white eyelids. a green jumpsuit with black lines going down the arms, legs and across the waist. There was a red belt and black gloves with red lines on them and black boots.

"So at first glance what do you think?" The elder Fujiwara asked.

"It came out even better than I hoped it would!" Exclaimed an excited Izuku.

"Good to know, because I made this suit specifically for you. It's my first hero costume so I want it to impress." He presses a button and the manikin moved down the display and their chairs moved as well. "The fabric is made of a special alloy I myself invented, it's very breathable and should provide maximum mobility." The display suddenly burst into a sea of flames. "It can also withstand the heat of over 1000 degrees." The flames in the display died out with the suit unaffected, then machine gun torrents dropped down and pelted it with bullets. "It's completely bulletproof and blade proof. I was going to make it indestructible but seeing as how you already are, virtually speaking I figured it would be redundant so I skipped it. And it's machine washable, most costumes aren't like that so it's a new feature." He gave Izuku a prideful smile, clearly satisfied with his work.

"It's great Mr. Fujiwara! This is way more than I asked for thank you!" The green boy exclaimed.

Chuntaro only smiled."I'm glad you like it but we're still not done yet, the most important feature, your mask. You wanna take this one Takumi?"

"Sure grandpa, listen up Izu. Your cowl while bulletproof comes with a special designed radio able to intercept police scanners and even the faintest of distress signals. That's going to be invaluable, just you wait. It also comes with scanners able to spot human figures even through solid walls, it's like a combo of x-ray and infrared vision. The mask is durable and it will help you keep communications especially when you have this." He ended this remark by handing Izuku a smartphone, this is a phone grandpa and I but mostly me personally built, consider it your hero phone. It runs on our private server so there is almost no chance of any calls being tracked. So when you take down a baddie or rescue someone you can call the cops for clean up duty without stress."

"And the final piece of the puzzle is this right here, this happens to be indestructible." Chuntaro said while holding up a thin, black rectangular smartwatch. "Put this on whatever wrist you feel comfortable with."

Izuku took the watch and put it on his right wrist. "Ok, now what?"

"Look for the folder labeled dream, then hit the suit app, then press the button on the side."

Izuku did just as he was told and after hitting the button his body was enveloped in a green light for a moment he felt naked with the exception of his underwear, but then it felt like he had clothes again. He was wearing the suit. Chuntaro was right, it really was breathable, it really put strong emphasis on his muscular body.

"Wow, this is amazing." Izuku said as he did some punches and kicks. "I feel great in this, It feels like I'm wearing nothing at all." He said as he posed. "I can see perfectly!"

"I'm glad to see you like it, but you still can't leave here with it yet." Said megami

The boy looked at the women through his mesh lenses, raising an eyebrow. "You have a secret identity now Midoriya, keeping that secret is gonna take more than just not saying anything" Said the woman.

"She means you gotta disguise your voice man." I actually asked her if she could help you with that because that would be an easy way to identify you. We could have just made your mask cover your whole face but then people wouldn't see your smile. And who better to ask than one of the best actresses in the country?" Taku stated.

His mother smiled happy to hear this praise. "He's right Midoriya, you must learn to disguise your voice, when you wear this suit you're essentially playing a role.

Izuku nodded and accepted that they were right. He and megami begane different vocal exercises and Izuku went through several voices before he was certain of the voice he wanted. He wanted to sound strong, confident, smooth, and most of all brave and heroic. He and megami practiced this for over an hour and to the shock of everyone he got it down so quickly, he could speak and hold full conversations in his hero voice. He sounded like a real man with no trace of his typical tone or speech patterns, if you didn't know it was him behind the mask you really wouldn't know. Either Izuku was just really good at impressions or Megami was the world's greatest impressionist teacher.

Pressing the button on the watch his body is enveloped in green once again and he's back in his regular clothes. "Thank you all so much. I can't put into words just how much this means to me" He said bowing to the Fujiwara family.

"If you want to thank us, do it by becoming a great hero" Chuntaro told the boy with a smile

Megami perked up, remembering she never asked before."What is your name hero?"

Izuku raises his head facing the family that had helped him so much, and are also a part of the small group of people that believe in him.

"My name is ONE."


An that ends chapter 5. there were a couple of references to other media in that last scene. Izuku finally has his suit, next chapter will be his vigilante debut and it's gonna be big. for those of you who wanted him to go to U.A that was never going to happen. read my description, this is a one punch vigilante deku story. How will society react to this new powerful illegal hero come back and find out in chapter 6. Be sure to let me know what you thought of the chapter and see you next time.