Soul Marked

Chapter Four

Marked

Hi guys! So this chapter isn't that exciting but I felt it needed to be written. It's a little insight on how different Fem/Midoriya is to her male counterpart when it comes to her control over the quirk. Not much difference but still there!

Also an insight to something exciting!

Earlier tonight my one year old knocked out one of her front tooth so I wanted to update this story because if I can get into a dentist tomorrow I'll be greatly relieved! She's feeling perfectly fine and sleeping but worried mind and all.

Also can anyone give me any great Aizawa stories to read? I've read all the ones I think on this site, so maybe any somewhere else? Unfortunately I can't find many stories for him or All Might, we just need more stories for My Hero Academia in general!

I'll be keeping this story all in one so that those who don't have accounts can still find it and read! I'll just mark the beginning of each season with Part 1, 2 and so on.

Edited: July 19, 2018

This chapter was edited by my amazing beta: Whatisthiswitchery.

Time for school had come a lot faster than she had expected, nerves had begun to pull at her gut as she dressed herself for the day in the school uniform. As she walked through the halls looking for class 1-A all she could think about was that she hoped Kacchan and that dark-haired guy with the glasses wasn't in her class.

Finding the classroom door, she stared up at it, the thing was as tall as the ceiling, and wider than normal, though she guessed it was for easy use for any quirk. Taking a deep breathe she grabbed the doorknob, able to hear the sounds of voices on the other side, none recognizable through the wood. Pulling it open her heart fell, they were both in this class.

The two were fighting amongst one another but nothing was important other than Izuka's eyes staring at Bakugo's face. Everything that tied her to this earth, everything that made her Izuka seemed to fade away and all that mattered to her in that moment was Kacchan. A tingling sensation in her wrist drew her attention from Kacchan, causing a feeling of displeasure rise up inside of her before pulling back her sleeve, where her eyes landed on the Mark.

It had changed, no longer an almost invisible red, now the red had grown intertwining around her wrist, the lines making what looked like little explosions and fire. Twisting her wrist so she could view the bottom the only difference was what looked like a torch nestled in the middle, a little under her palm.

As the Mark finalized, the glowing look to it faded so it looked like a normal tattoo, she felt the emotions that had been so strong toward Kacchan faded enough to where she felt normal, but the need to be next to him was still there. She pulled herself from those feelings, knowing that he wouldn't take to it well if she did.

Shoving her sleeves back down, she poked her head fully into the classroom and took a hesitant step in catching the attention of the guy in glasses. He spun away from Bakugo and began to walk briskly toward her, hand outreached.

"I'm from Somei Private Academy," he began and Izuka knew she would have to step in quickly, she didn't feel like rehearing the introduction, not after having activated her Mark, her head was still swimming with after effects of Bakugo.

"I heard you," she said sounding a little snippy but her voice wavering. "My name is Midoriya Izuka, it's nice to meet you Iida." Standing in front of her he stared down, she was much shorter than him.

"Midoriya, you found the true nature of the exams, while I had not. It is true that I misjudged you! It hate admitting it but you were the superior candidate!" He ground his teeth as the words left his mouth.

"I didn't see the truth to anything!" Izuka stuttered out as her hands waved in front of her. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was some genius or had intel into the exam. She hadn't figured anything out, she had thought she failed, just like the others.

A tug at her emotions made her want to see around Iida to look at Bakugo but she refrained from doing so. Irritation built up and she just hoped these new emotions faded soon so she could think properly, but knowing they would always be around, even just a little bit.

Bakugo glanced over after Iida hauled after someone else and his eyes landed on Izuka before Iida blocked his view of her. "Koneko," he ground out. He could still see her on that beach, anger filled his veins. Why did he have to be in the same class as her?

"Ah!" Came a voice from behind Izuka, a familiar voice. "The kitten looking girl! So cute!" Izuka's cheeks darkened at the description as she turned around quickly almost stumbling over her own shoes. "Present Mic was right, you got in! I wouldn't have doubted it though; your punch was awesome!"

"I-I-I just wanted t-to say, t-thank you!" Izuka said bowing slightly as she brought her hand up to ruffle the back of her hair. "T-thank you for speaking on my behalf." The girl began to speak again talking about classes, and the entrance exam but Izuka barely paid attention, now that Iida had moved the view to Kacchan was void of any obstacles and unfortunately, he was glaring at her.

It was an image she knew well, but it had never hurt this bad before. She could feed the fresh mark tighten around her wrist, a burning sensation beginning as she gasped and looked away. The pain faded away as their eye contact broke, as she began to rub at the wrist that hurt her.

"If you're here to talk then get out," came a voice from outside the room. "This is the hero course." Izuka lowered her gaze to the floor once she realized nobody was standing in the doorway. There laid a man wrapped up inside a sleeping bag, one hand out holding a fruit punch before he sucked it dry.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, it's nice to meet you," he said in introduction. Izuka quickly walked to a free seat, her eyes on Aizawa, still trying to figure out who he was, as she didn't recognize him as a pro-hero. Her feet led her to a seat where she sat down too late to notice that it was one directly next to Bakugo, and on her other side a guy with half red-hair and half white-hair.

Her body tensed at the thought of being next to him, half of her glad, the other more rational half worried. How could she have Marked on him! She was destined for failure it seemed. He couldn't have Marked on her, he was always so unkind to her, and all she ever felt since it activated was good feelings toward his way. He had to have Bonded with someone else, it only made sense, but why would whatever did this make her Bond with him.

Her eyes slid to her desk, she was feeling the injustice of it all.

"Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds," Aizawa said, holding up what was supposed to be their gym clothes.

子猫

Izuka stared as she listened to what their homeroom teacher was telling them, they would be taking tests, each one where they could use their quirks to get better. Aizawa walked up to Bakugo, tossing him a ball.

"Bakaugo, how far could you throw in middle school?" he asked.

"Sixty-seven meters," Bakugo said.

Izuka flinched at his voice, another wave of happiness passing over her at the sound of it. Unconsciously she began to rub at her wrist, feeling the warmth that seemed to rise from the mark. Was this what it felt like to be Bonded with someone? To feel happiness at the person who hated her.

"Try it with your quirk, whatever you need too, you just can't leave the circle." Bakugo walked up to the circle, warming up his muscles before pulling the ball back and let his arm fly forward, adding an explosion in the palm of his hand right before releasing the ball. It shot forward, through the air, before landed far away.

"It's important for us to know our limits," their teacher said. "That's the first step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be." He held up Bakugo's score, 705.2.

Everyone around them began to explode with excitement at how well Bakugo did, and that they could use their own quirks for these tests. Izuka, however, was not feeling the happiness, she knew this would be bad for her. Her control over her quirk was not refined, she still couldn't use it without hurting herself, though in the time before school started she had begun to train with it, gaining a little more control. No longer was the outcome in levels with what she did at the exam. She still broke bones but on a smaller scale, she could fine tune it to a certain part of her body, like a finger or toe.

It wouldn't help her still, she would eventually not be able to move. What could she do?

"After three years here, you're going to become heroes, it won't all be fun and games." His eyes roamed over the class, penetrating them. "The one that has the lowest score after all eight events will be expelled. Your fates are in our hands."

Sweat began to build on Izuka's brow, she wasn't going to make it. How could she? This wasn't good.

All or Nothing.

People around her began to blow up, angry that they could already be kicked out of the academy, their dreams done before it could even start.

"Natural disasters, highway pileups, rampaging villains, calamity is always right around the corner. I'd say Japan is full of unfair things, and heroes are the ones that correct all the unfairness. I'm sorry to tell you that if you planned on hanging out only that the next three years U.A. will run you through the wringer. That's Plus Ultra."

The events begun, the first one was the 50-meter dash. Izuka watched as the others ahead of her went, she knew she had to try her quirk, if she didn't she would surely end up in last place. All she had to do was made it ahead of one person. This was part of the reason she had been training so hard, even when All Might wasn't around.

She can do this!

All she had to do was focus on not breaking anything, she could do that!

"Merci!" A familiar voice called out to her, causing her skin to crawl as she turned around. "The cute girl, we meet again!" Izuka's eyes widened in shock but she didn't say anything. Katsuki growled under his breath as he pushed passed Yuga, knocking him a step away. Katsuki walked over to Izuka standing at her side, stiff, and not saying anything, a scowl spread across his features.

Izuka shook as he stood close to her. Why had he decided to stand next to her, couldn't he have picked somewhere else. She felt uneasy so close to him, especially since he didn't say anything rude like normal, it made her uneasy.

Her name and Bakugo's was called announcing that they were next. Sighing she walked up to the start line, her body was shaking with what was about to come. She had to go up against Kacchan. Stealing herself she kneeled so that when it was time to run her legs could push her forward. Breathing in she tried to ignore his presence next to her's, if she was going to do this, she needed to be not distracted.

Releasing the breath, she activated her quirk, closing her eyes to focus only on the muscles in her leg, not anywhere else, she wouldn't break her control. Trying to focus on the control she had been practicing she only let out five percent. Any higher and the control she had practiced would fail her.

She was off, her legs glowed a light green as the quirk moved through her body. She was able to push faster, move faster, as she stayed neck to neck with Bakugo for a couple seconds before he pushed ahead.

Deactivating her quirk she could feel the strain it had on her muscle, but she was satisfied that she hadn't hurt anything other than some minor bruising. The legs on her skin were black and blue but it was a huge improvement to what it used to be.

"5.49," the thing said causing some pride shine in Midoriya. She was only a little over a second slower than Bakugo. Katsuki growled when he heard how close her time was to his, pissed that it seemed she did have a quirk.

Lies.

She had betrayed him.

She was supposed to be quirkless, and markless, he had seen it, she had no Mark. Without meaning too his eyes slid to her wrist which was uncovered, but not Markless. It was encased in a design he couldn't see from the distance. His body froze, he could feel the panic rise in his chest and he was finding it hard to breathe. Aizawa walked up behind him eyeing the boy that looked like a fish out of water.

Slapping his back, he brought Katsuki back to the present and away from the panic attack he was one the verge of feeling.

"Any Mark problems should be dealt with on your own time," he said his voice sounding lazy but he eyed the kid to make sure he didn't need to go see the nurse.

"There's no problem," Katuski hissed his anger rising back up. Turning he left heading for the next area.

Heading over to the next event Midoriya grabbed the machine that would record her grip strength and she went through the same process of activating her quirk, her hand glowing as she gripped it tight.

102

With the next event she was able to jump farther than she could have without her quirk but she could feel the muscles in her leg begin to cramp. She was overusing it in her legs, she could feel that if she continued it might cause worse damage other than bruises, torn muscles if she was lucky. The event after that was the side-stepping and then came the throwing events, the one Bakugo had demonstrated earlier.

Her muscles were screaming at her but she was happy she didn't need to use her leg muscles for this one, she could give them a break and just use her arm.

She could feel her body crying out to her to stop, that she had done enough, that it couldn't go anymore. Izuka had never used it this many times over and over, her five percent had kept her about average with everyone else that used their quirks too. She wouldn't come dead last that was sure and could probably just throw like normal on this one but she wanted to prove something. That she had what it took, wanted to prove to Bakugo and make All Might see that he had made the right choice.

To show Bakugo that she did have a quirk! That she could make it as a hero, and maybe he could treat her differently again, better, especially now that she had Bonded with him.

"It's surprised that Midoriya is doing average," Iida said with his arms crossed.

"How the hell could she be doing that great," Bakugo yelled out, still in denial about her new-found quirk.

"You remember what I told you about the entrance exams!" Iida yelled back. "This is nothing compared to the power she showed then."

"It looks like she has more control over it," Uraraka said kneading her hands together as she watched the girl move to the circle. "Even if she's all bruised up nothing's broken."

Izuka stepped into the circle holding the ball firmly, determination running through her veins.

All Might.

Mom.

"You look great, Izuka."

"You can be a hero."

"I can do it!"

Pulling back her arm she could feel her power surge through her muscles the green glow faintly covering her skin as she let it loose, only for it to drop a few feet from her, nothing at all like the power should have sent it. She could feel that the power had left her, confusion gripping her tightly as she spun around trying to figure out what had happened.

"I 'erased' your quirk," Aizawa-sensei said his hair returning to normal along with his eyes. "That entrance exam is ridiculous, when you consider someone like you got in." That's when Izuka knew who he was, he was 'Eraserhead' the hero who's quirk erased other's quirk just by looking at them.

"I saw how you can barely control your quirk, how it still causes you pain, and leaves bruises on your body, you'd just end up incapacitating yourself again. Were you hoping someone would step in after to help you?"

"N-no of course not!" Izuka tried but Aizawa wrapped the cloth he kept around his neck around her body and pulled her forward causing the girl to yelp.

"Whatever you were planning would have only brought trouble to those around you."

Bakugo watched along with the rest of the class, who all looked surprised by their teacher, but he was getting pissed. As soon as the cloth wrapped around the girl he could feel his anger at the action spike even though he kept trying to tell himself he shouldn't, that he didn't care, but it was always hard to fight the feelings the Mark caused.

His fists tightened at his sides, small explosions went off barely audible, but he refused to move.

"Way back in the day there was a hot-blooded hero, this hero saved over a thousand people during a disaster. He made himself a legend. I see the same reckless streak, but you're useless after saving one person. In my opinion, Midoriya Izuka, you can't become a hero with that power."

In the next instant he cancelled his quirk but Midoriya found it hard to breathe. He had uttered those words, the words she was so familiar with.

"I've given you your quirk back try it again, and hurry."

She could feel her muscles resisting as she got back into a throwing stance. She wouldn't be able to go all out like she had planned, she had to minimize the damage, how to make sure it didn't hurt her already messed up muscles. This was something she had to do, or Aizawa would send her away, she wouldn't be able to complete her dream here, where All Might had started his.

Pulling back her hand she focused all of her power in the top point of her finger, ready to release it when the time came. This is what she could do, this would keep her from not being able to go on.

This was how she would prove herself!

"You have no chance," Aizawa says.

She ignored his words focusing on her power and the ball, not wanting to release it until the last moment.

Not Yet.

Her hand was flying through the air. Her green-eyes determined as she stared straight ahead, all of her concentration on the one finger.

Not Yet.

I have to make myself work harder than anyone else! That is the only way! I'll give it my all, in the smallest way! This is what I can do!

Now!

She pushed the power from her finger, the ball shooting through the air with a blast. Her hair was forcibly blown across her face but her eyes stayed trained on the barely seeable ball.

705.3

She could feel that she probably broke that finger, her hand already having felt weak and damaged from the earlier tests, but it was better than having broken the whole thing. She felt calm, satisfied, she had given in her all, and she was proud of herself.

Aizawa's words from earlier broke through her concentration and she stared up at her sensei, pride, and happiness shining bright in her face.

"Sensei," her voice chimed out sounding bell like. "I can still move."

Aizawa sent her a nod, approval crossed his face, and Midoriya beamed back at him before turning around and walking to stand beside Bakugo without realizing it.

She had passed Kacchan, barely but she had done it. Today had been a good day after all.

As Bakugo watched her perform her quirk he couldn't deny that she had one, especially at the feet she had passed his score. He could feel the anger push at his control, his betrayal swarm his emotions, and the need to know, to know why engulf him.

He was drowning.

Explosions sounded in his hand, feeling far away and unreal to him. His words and actions were a million miles ahead of his mind, as he felt himself push forward reaching out for the girl next to him. He watched like he was detached, not a part of what was going on, like that was someone else and not himself.

"What the hell, Koneko!" he yelled his voice sounding odd. He could feel something inside of himself break.

She had left him behind.

Izuka had a quirk, a Mark, and he was just left here by himself.

He couldn't breathe.

His hand was an inch from her face, he wasn't sure what he would have even done if given the opportunity, he hadn't been in control.

It didn't matter because he never got the chance to do what he wanted, the cloth that Midoriya was once tied up in was now wrapped around his face and arms, keeping him from actually touching the girl. He struggled against it, trying to break through, but failing.

"What the-what is this cloth, it's stiff!" Bakugo said as he continued to strain.

"It's a 'Capture Weapon' made of carbon fibers and a special Alloy Wire, and can you please stop using your quirk."

Izuka stared wide eyed at Katuski, she felt fear and had taken a step back when she had felt the anger begin to roll off him in waves, then he lunged. She didn't know why he had suddenly tried to attack her but she was glad to see that Aizawa-sensei was there to stop him. Her heart thudded in her chest, her green eyes locked onto Bakugo. His face was pulled back in a snarl.

How could I be Bonded with him?

He felt nothing but hatred for her, the Bond was supposed to be happiness, love, friendship, not this twisted cruel emotion. She had seen his Mark in the past, a beautiful Mark, and her heart yearned for that Mark to be for her, because something so beautiful could not have been. A burning pain began in her wrists again, and for the first time she wondered if something could be wrong with her Mark.

Could it be because he hated her so much or that he was Bonded with another, or a combination of the two?

She felt like she needed to ask someone, perhaps she could ask Aizawa-sensei if he knew anyone? Or All Might?

She just wanted to better understand this Mark. She hadn't heard of this happening to anyone else before, perhaps it had something to do with her having been Markless before All Might gave her his quirk. It was probably a better idea to ask All Might. She would have to remember to text him and meet up with him later today.

Aizawa let him go and Izuka walked over to Ururaka who was a little way away from Bakugo, she figured she shouldn't be standing so close to him, even though everything inside of her wished to stay by his side. She followed Ururaka around after that, gaining a friendship with the girl as they finished the last couple events, while she tried avoiding Kacchan, but his stare felt like it was drilling into her back.

Glancing behind her she could see him staring at her arms which were covered in bruises, and she knew her legs wouldn't be much better. She could already feel them begin to want to give way. Her legs were shaking with the force. Now that her adrenaline was running out she could feel the full effects, though it was nowhere as bad as after the exams.

"Midoriya," Aizawa said gaining her attention. "Before heading back to class go see Recovery Girl." He handed her the slip. "Bakugo can go with you to make sure you make it." Her eyes widened at the mention of Kacchan, she couldn't let him go with her! He was liable to get pissed at her again, why would Aizawa think that was a good idea.

"I-I, um, I can make it on my own," Izuka said with a frown. Her heart sped up both at the thought of being near him, and at the fear of being near him.

"I can't have you falling and not making it there," Aizawa said as he motioned for Bakugo to come closer. "He can come to class straight after, no fighting, got that Bakugo." He was only letting the hot head take her because it was obvious she was his Bonded, whatever problems they had needed to be dealt with, he knew that broken bonds never ended well.

"B-but!"

"Go, now." Midoriya shrank away from his voice but nodded as she glanced over at Bakugo who hadn't said a word. His face was blank, the calmest she had ever seen. Without a word Kacchan began to walk toward the infirmary only glancing back once to see if she was following.

As they walked neither one spoke, Izuka was afraid to break the silence and have him start to yell at her again. She didn't want to know what he was trying to do earlier, it didn't look pretty. Absently she began to rub at her wrist, the pain had disappeared but reminded her that she needed to text

All Might. Pulling out her phone she began to send the text when her muscles tensed and began to spasm out. Losing control, she felt herself fall forward as a gasp of pain left her lips.

Bakugo spun around at the sound and eyes widened when he watched her fall. Growling he stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, yanking her up so that she didn't completely hit the floor. He felt the need to protect her but his constant anger at her didn't let him do it nicely. Another hiss of pain left her as her wrist was yanked forcefully but her body was at least let gently down.

"What the fuck is wrong?" He ground out glaring down at where she now laid on the ground. Reaching out she grabbed at her legs but they both hurt so much she wasn't sure how she could force them to relax. Her face scrunched up and she knew she could do without his cursing and yelling. Not for the first time in the last couple minutes she had wished Aizawa-sensei sent someone else.

"My legs," she spit out in-between the pain. "They've cramped up, I can't move them. It hurts." She could feel the tears begin to fill up her eyes and knew that if she didn't get a hold of them they would spill across her cheeks, and that would only cause Bakugo more anger.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" he griped as his eyes narrowed at her. Worry was shooting throughout his body, his brain telling him he needed to do something, but his emotions always betrayed the more logical side of him. Especially when it came to her, he blamed it on the Mark. Only another reason to hate it, and her.

"P-please, K-kacchan," she said her voice tiny as she hated how it broke when speaking to him. It made her feel vulnerable to be asking him this, especially when she believed he would just shoot her down.

Looking over her he knew he couldn't just leave her there to suffer. He would surely get in trouble later, and at the mere thought his Mark constricted painfully around his wrist. If this could leave him with a few moments of pain free, he was willing to do it. He kept telling himself it wasn't because of his feeling for her, that he had squashed those down with his hatred years ago, but in reality, a small piece of them had always hung around. He blamed that on the Mark too.

With a sigh, and a grimace, he leant down and picked her up bridal style, moving back in the direction of the infirmary.

"Never speak of this," his voice clipped and short. Midoriya didn't say a word, to afraid that if she did he would just drop her and leave her there on the floor. He was already doing something way beyond what she expected. Instead she just readjusted to a more comfortable position and gritted her teeth through the pain. The pain had begun in her legs, the worst of her injuries, but the rest of her body was now following.

Could be worse.

Bakugo tried to sneak a peek at her Mark, curious to see if he could pin it to someone in their class or he had seen around but it was hidden under her sleeves, away from sight. When they arrived he quickly deposited her on the nearest cot that Recovery Girl had pointed him too before high tailing it out of there. Midoriya couldn't help but feel sad at how quickly he left but the pain pushed that from her mind.

Recovery Girl gave her a smooch and explained how her quirk worked before letting Izuka leave. Izuka's mind raced as she left the school, distressed about how much she wished Katsuki was around. Her grandmother had explained to her once that the first few days after activating the Mark was the most powerful, everything was about your other half, how much you needed them to be happy, to be next to you, to protect them. It was crucial for the Bonding.

It depressed her to think that they were at such a horrible start, what this must have meant for their Bond. A hand grasped her shoulder causing her to spin around in shock before calming down at seeing Iida.

"How are you feeling?" he asked kindly. Her racing heart calmed down as his hand shifted from her shoulder to his side.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she said as they began to walk next to one another. "Recovery Girl did an amazing job." She listened as Iida began to ramble off about Aizawa and his fooling us about being expelled. She still wasn't happy with their sensei as he had left her in the care of Bakugo. As she listened to him talk she realized Iida wasn't so scary, he was just really serious. It calmed her about him.

Another voice interrupted their conversation as they heard footsteps running up behind them.

"You two!" Uraraka yelled out. "Are you heading to the station?"

"Infinity girl," Iida said in greeting, and Izuka frowned, wondering what her name was.

"I'm Ochako Uraraka! You're Tenya Iida, and your Midoriya, um, Koneko, right!" Izuka froze at the name, her mind flashing to Kacchan, as she felt her body stiffen.

"Koneko?" she asked finally pushing the word out. It was a name that brought her great sadness, and happiness.

"That Bakugo guy called you that right?" she asked remembering back to when he had said her name.

"Um, w-well," Izuka began hesitantly. "My name is Izuka, 'Koneko' is just a name Kacchan calls me to be mean." She was beginning to grow nervous again, hating to talk about her friendship with Kacchan. How did you describe a relationship with someone that use to be your friend but now made your life hell, and you had Bonded with that person?

"A derogatory pet name then?" Iida said in disapproval.

"Oh!" Ochako said. "Sorry! But the name 'Koneko' is just so cute, and your cute as well, it just fits! I like it!" Once again Izuka could feel herself blush because of the girl calling her cute.

"Uh, it's fine."

"Show a bit of back-bone!" Iida yelled at her as they once again began to walk. "It's an insult isn't it!"

"It's like the Copernican Revolution," Izuka said with her face in her hands.

"Coperni-who?" asked Ochako.

I feel so bad for Kacchan. Really I'm just a terrible writer but I can't have him too OOC right now. This is a Izuka/Baguko story though so eventually they gotta start getting along right! ;)

So how am I doing with Kacchan? I hope I'm keeping him in character with a few moments where he's softer. I didn't want to butcher his character too much, but having a Bond with someone would affect it a bit right?