Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. This really is a labour of love.
Izuku had spent the last couple of days of school pretty calmly. He and his Double had worked out something resembling a schedule, so that his clone didn't feel entirely under his command. He knew they had to find a better name than Double, but he hadn't been able to think of one.
Since he had to keep up appearances, he'd helped Mei work on Hagakure's Hero outfit and other gizmos, with varying degrees of success. As another explosion rocked the labs and Power Loader let out a pained groan, Izuku duly checked the remains of the jetpack in front of him. "So, it looks like we need to restructure the power cell just a bit. Hopefully it won't be too intrusive!"
Mei laughed, shrugging it off. "Well, as Edison said, 'I haven't failed to make a lightbulb. I've just found a way not to make a lightbulb.' So we're getting closer!"
Izuku stopped briefly, snapping out of the funk he'd been in. "Um, Mei, why are you quoting Edison? Shouldn't you be quoting Nikola Tesla or somebody like that?"
Mei paused from where she was . "Simple, Izuku! In that era, Tesla was the better inventor, but Edison was the better salesman! And I am better than them in both areas!"
Izuku laughed. "Well, you've certainly got a better ego!"
It seemed odd, on reflection. His two best friends were both rampant egomaniacs who took any question to their specialty as a challenge. Briefly he wondered what that said about him - how a Quirkless nobody outside of Mastermind had made friends with people like them.
He shook his head. No time to worry about something like that! He checked the material yet again. "Well, we're going to need more time to work on this," he sighed. Modulating the power output was hard - both Izuku and Mei subscribed to the idea that most problems with Support gear could be solved with more power, but this was finicky.
Mei grinned, slapping Izuku on the back. "Well, that's what the weekend is for!" She turned around to Majima-sensei. "Sensei! Can we come in over the weekend?"
Power Loader groaned, running his palm down his face. "Not without supervision, and no explosions."
"I make no promises!"
Izuku bowed politely to their teacher. "I'm sorry, Majima-sensei! We-we aren't going to blow things up deliberately!"
Power Loader sighed. "Well, at least your potential design was approved by their board after I had a long, productive beating with their designer."
Izuku blinked. "You mean a meeting, right?"
Power Loader turned away. "Sure, let's go with that."
—-
Well, that weekend was reasonably hectic. Trying to maintain a proper balance between my school life and Villain life was difficult, but not anything I hadn't been doing for ages now! Sure, it was hard, but Hagakure's costume needed the work!
Me and Double had talked about how to manage it when I'd burst back into the lair talking about the work we were doing. In the end, I took one day while Double took the other. One would go in with Hatsume while the other stayed at the Lair and worked to improve our gear. We also needed to find some time to talk with their other friends - I hadn't been able to see Melissa, since she took a different train.
Working on Hagakure's costume with Mei proved to be exhilarating, the energetic Inventor's approach meshing with my style really well! Despite our differences of opinion on Mastermind, we had one thing in common regarding our devices, which was that we preferred to flick the switch and see how it worked.
As for the Villain business, at the time I had no idea how bad the disrespect to Mastermind and the League of Supervillains was. All I knew was that I was going to give these Villains a firm talking to. So while La Brava and Mr. Compress tracked down the base of this inferior League, we devoted time to upgrading the Mastermind Armour further.
Thinking of future counters, I decided to spend some time working on some interesting chemicals. Binding attacks were always useful, the main reason I hadn't integrated them into my armour was the difficulty of transportation. But with my armour now lighter and stronger, there was no limit to what I could do…
—
Early next week…
For the Hero class, the day had gone in a similar fashion to middle school. English, Mathematics - just normal school stuff. Admittedly Lunch Rush's food had been good enough that it made it all worthwhile, but it wasn't life changing. And so they thought that their study period would be the same grind.
The first warning 1-A had of the madness that was coming was the door slamming open. A pair of students stood in the open doorway - a girl with pink dreadlocks, goggles and a maniacal grin and a boy with green hair and a less maniacal grin.
His face lit up. "Oh! Hi Kacchan! Hi Melissa!"
Meanwhile the pink haired girl went over to Hagakure. Her eyes focused closely on the invisible girl. "Oh, wow! That's pretty intense."
Bakugo glared at the green-haired student with a less angry stare than his norm. The rest of the class waited for him to get on the stranger's case.
"Oh, Izuku!" Melissa Shield gave a cheerful wave from where she was sitting. "How's the Support course been going?"
Apart from a small collection of students, the rest of the class was filled with silent gossip. Midoriya knew their stupidly strong classmate Melissa Shield personally? And apparently knew Bakugo and referred to him by a cutesy nickname? Who even was this guy?
The named Midoriya gave her a cheerful smile. "It's everything I hoped for and more! Oh! E-Eraserhead!"
"It's just Aizawa-sensei while you're here," he said. Their teacher looked the boy up and down. "You wanted to borrow Hagakure, right?"
Midoriya managed to squeak, "Y-yes! We-we made improvements to her gear based on my design! And I want to make sure it works before the next Heroics class!"
Hurriedly he pulled a notebook out from somewhere. He extended it out with shaking hands. "Uh-uh-uh - Eraserhead! Autograph! Please!"
1-A enjoyed the unusual experience of seeing their normally unflappable teacher look stunned. With an odd look at Midoriya, he slowly pulled out a pen. Holding the book like it was going to explode, he scribbled something in it.
Mina pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. The rest of the class was in a similar state of shock - even Todoroki's eyes had widened a fraction.
Hagakure looked up, pointing to herself. "My… Hero gear? Why-"
The girl grinned at Hagakure, gripping her around the arm. "Oh, we are going to make so many babies together!"
Hagakure spluttered. Bakugo facepalmed. The rest of the class stared at the pair of students as if they'd gone mad. Which, given the grin on the girl's face, might have been likely.
Midoriya snapped out of his fanboy reverie when he heard that. "What Hatsume means, Hagakure, is that we've made some changes to your gear and want your approval! Oh, and we'll make any other gear if you can think of it, so please keep us in mind!"
Hatsume wore a shameless grin. "Sure, that's the boring way of putting it! Invisibility was a real challenge!"
As Hagakure looked between the pair, Melissa looked at her friend with a cheerful smile. "I'm interested in how you designed Hagakure's costume. I thought-"
"-well, DNA infused materials would be easy but it'd be boring-"
"Oh, so you've been working on a light-"
"-bending costume, yes. I thought about repurposing a holo emitter-"
The rest of the class watched with trepidation. Kirishima grew concerned when he saw Bakugo twitch in his chair. Other students could see his angry scowl giving way to a look that might have been horrified.
Bakugo's head was filled with one thought: shit, there's two of them. Two goddamn maniacs who rambled on and on about devices at a million miles a minute. He'd seen Blondy talk enthusiastically about her gear, but seeing her actually keep up with Deku - Izuku's nonsense?
Eraserhead coughed, snapping Midoriya and Melissa out of their lengthy discussion. The green haired boy bowed politely to Eraserhead. "So, Aizawa-sensei, Hagakure… would it be okay? Hopefully we can get some work done before the lesson-"
"Since this is a study period, it's fine. Power Loader sent me the details." Aizawa's eyes bored into Midoriya's. "I appreciate you going above and beyond what was expected of you in your class."
"R-right! Not a problem!" He bowed politely to the class. "S-sorry for disrupting you!"
Hatsume dragged Hagakure behind her. "Come on! We still have so much science to subject you to!"
And with that, they left. For a few seconds, 1-A was silent, just trying to process the events of the last few minutes. Then, Kaminari asked the question that was on everybody's minds.
"What the hell was that?"
—-
Hagakure Tooru fidgeted under the manic glares coming from both Midoriya and Hatsume. They'd dragged her off to the Support labs, Midoriya's grip being disconcertingly strong for somebody who looked as nice and friendly as he did. "Um… what's-"
"Hagakure, do you know about DNA constructed materials?"
The sudden question from Hatsume caused Tooru to blink. "Um… no? Not really?"
Hatsume looked over at Midoriya with a confused look in her eye. "How does she not know about that?"
Tooru looked at Midoriya with a pleading look. At least he looked like he was marginally more likely to explain what was going on than the pink haired maniac next to him. "Could you explain what you're talking about? Please?"
Midoriya turned to face her, notebook in hand. "I'll answer that question with another question. Hagakure-san, do you want to have actual clothes on while still able to use your Quirk to the fullest?"
Tooru stilled at that. What…? "Well, yeah, but, uh, what do you mean? I don't-"
Midoriya sighed. "Well, I've been talking to a friend, a senpai here, and he mentioned that he didn't really know about DNA constructed material until his second year. Caused him a lot of embarrassment."
Hatsume grinned. "Not public knowledge, unless you've got a really personal and irritating Quirk! Can't imagine why it's not talked about more!"
Tooru blinked. "You still haven't told me what that's about. DNA constructed material I mean."
She had a vague idea what it was about. But it was still unclear why they were talking about it like that.
Midoriya gave her a polite smile. "W-well, basically, we make clothes out of your genetic material so that it works with your Quirk. It's a bit more complicated than that-"
Hatsume glared at him. "What? DNA Material is -"
What followed was a stream of technical terms between two people that Hagakure did not understand. The important thing to understand is that it was incredibly technical.
Trying to keep up, Tooru blinked. "...So, how do you make it? I'm guessing I have to give you some of my own DNA."
Midoriya nodded. "Yep! Just a bit of hair or skin, and we could make you a suit that is just as invisible as the rest of your body! Well, I say a bit. A few haircuts would be sufficient."
The terrifying girl shook her head. "But that was the boring, easy way if we had no other options!"
Midoriya nodded, a manic smile on his face. "Right! And we already made you something!" He turned to her with a notebook and pen in hand. "Now, about your Quirk…"
Tooru grinned. This was something that was more her speed. "Well, it's pretty obvious! I'm invisible! I guess I never really thought about how it works, except that it does!"
Hatsume laughed. "Don't worry, Mido's a genius Quirk analyst! He could tell you things about your Quirk you never thought about!"
"Mei!" Midoriya whined. He then whirled around to Tooru, notebook in hand. "W-well, she's exaggerating. B-but! I have a lot of questions about how your Quirk works!"
Tooru gave him an odd look. "Well-"
Midoriya held up a hand. "Question! Can you see yourself? Also, could I see your outline if you were wet?"
"Well… yes? And… you could see my outline, but I don't think-"
Midoriya was already furiously scribbling in his notebook. "That's good! If you couldn't see yourself it would just mean you were naturally, perfectly transparent. Hmm… do you share your Quirk with another person in your family?"
Tooru felt like she'd walked into some other alternate reality where nothing made sense. "Well… my dad's invisible as well? I inherited his Quirk." She blinked as Midoriya pulled out a laser pointer and pointed it at her arm. "Why are you pointing a laser at me?"
Hatsume grinned with him. "That's interesting! So her whole body naturally bends light around her, huh? Just like the babies we made!"
This didn't exactly reassure her. Tooru looked between the gremlin and the slightly more sensible boy. "Could I-"
Midoriya's grin seemed to split his head in half. "Oh, getting the chance to analyse a Quirk that passed the U.A. entrance exam-"
Hatsume's unhinged smile matched his as she pulled out various pieces of equipment. "Oh, light bending materials are fascinating! I just want to make some more babies for her!"
Tooru took one look at their faces, then decided to cut her losses. "No thanks, I choose life!"
Before she could run, Midoriya's hand wrapped around her arm with the inescapable force of an industrial strength clamp. "Hagakure, we're going to make you the BEST Support gear!"
Hatsume's grin matched his. "Agreed! Let the SCIENCE begin!"
Hagakure could only shriek in terror as the gremlins descended on her.
—-
It was the aftermath of the twin hurricanes Midoriya and Hatsume, and 1-A was still recovering. Aizawa-sensei had given them all a glare to get them to calm down but outside of class they were free to talk.
The rest of 1-A looked at Bakugo, who returned it with his typical angry expression. Shinsou was the first to speak. "So, 'Kacchan,' eh? That's a sweet nickname."
Bakugo gave Shinsou a glare that could have melted steel. "Shut the fuck up, Zombie."
In response, Shinsou gave Bakugo a leering grin. Having it confirmed like this was… pretty amusing. "It's a bit too cute for somebody like you, is all."
The blonde boy's glare intensified. "Well, we grew up together since our moms knew each other and he kept calling me that! Shit annoys me!"
Kirishima looked at him with a grin. "You haven't told him to stop though!'
The explosive boy's hands twitched with the barely suppressed urge to blow something up. "YOU WANNA GO, HAIR FOR BRAINS?"
Meanwhile, the other members of the class were questioning Melissa. Ashido gave her a grin. "So, you know him pretty well if you're calling him by his first name, eh?"
Melissa blinked. "Well, we're friends-"
"Friends. Right. Sure." The pink girl didn't look convinced.
Melissa sighed. "Well, I met him briefly when I was helping to clean up Musutafu beach as part of my strength training - he was using parts from the beach to make inventions."
Uraraka whistled. "So cleaning up a beach gave you big guns like that? Kind of a bummer it takes a long time to build muscle like that."
Her friend just shrugged. "Well, if you're following the workout plan Yagi came up with-"
Uraraka nodded. "It's pretty tiring, but I'm managing!"
Kirishima just paused. "Well, will Tooru be okay? I mean, it's manly as hell that they want to help her, but…"
Kaminari shuddered. "It was like something out of a horror movie."
Bakugo glared at them. "Look, it's D - it's Izuku! He's a fucking lunatic but he's made so much crazy shit it's unreal! Bastard's smarter than most of you fuckmunches!"
Shinsou quirked an eyebrow. "Compared to Kaminari, that isn't hard."
The rest of Class 1-A laughed at that. Iida gave Shinsou a judging look for mocking a classmate, to which Shinsou just shrugged.
Kaminari whined, glaring at Shinsou. "Come on man! You know I'm better than you at English!"
Shinsou grinned, eyes lighting up. "Yeah, that was quite shocking."
"Yeah, you see - oh, ha, ha! So funny I forgot how to laugh." Kaminari crossed his arms and sulked as they headed to their next class.
—-
When she found she hadn't been strapped to an operating table, Tooru opened her eyes gingerly to see… the pair of them snapping open a briefcase.
She looked at the items in front of her. The gloves and boots were just like she'd asked for, with the addition of a tank top and tight shorts. Midoriya and Hatsume stood over her, encouraging grins. "Go on! Try our babies out!"
Still shaky from their menacing grins, she hesitantly picked up the tank top. "So… how does this-"
Hatsume was back in her face. "I'm glad you asked, Hero!"
Midoriya picked up a glove. "As we said, we didn't have any genetic material to make a proper DNA infused suit, and that would have been invisible besides!"
He gave her a grin that seemed warmer. "So instead, we've been working on a special metamaterial that uses titanium nano lenses to turn the material invisible on an electrical signal!"
Hatsume held up the glove. "Tap the palm and it'll turn invisible!"
Hagakure looked between the pair of them. Sliding her hand in the glove, she tapped the palm. She gasped as she saw everything - gloves, boots, tank top and shorts - suddenly turn invisible. "I…"
Midoriya frowned, shaking his head. "Well, we only had so much material, so this is all we could make on short notice. And a change like this will need to be brought up with the agency that issued it, though I think Power Loader's fast tracked it. And the colour is-"
Hagakure hugged him. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
As Midoriya flushed strawberry red, Hatsume came up to her next. "So, future Hero! If you're interested in more babies, I have a proposition for you!"
She whipped out a sheaf of paper. "It's not much, but I have some prospective paperwork for an exclusive Support contract! Just as long as you help me take out that despicable Villain Mastermind!"
Tooru stared at her. "Um… I'm not sure if I'll need any more Support equipment, you know? B-but!" she hastily added, seeing Hatsume's crosshairs focus on her more closely, "I could talk to other people? See if they need some stuff?"
Hatsume snapped away, grinning. "Yes! Let me know if anybody needs babies in the future! I want to make so many more!"
Tooru privately resolved not to talk to Hatsume unless absolutely necessary. Midoriya, at least, seemed more stable. "Is there anything I should know-"
Midoriya gave her a cheerful smile. "Well, we designed the fabric to be waterproof, so that's not a worry. Most of the suit is powered by really specialised batteries that can get charged by movement and body heat. Oh, and here's the final paperwork."
From a side pocket, he pulled out a small sheaf of papers. "You just need to sign this and give it to Eraserhead to let him know that you want to use these changes!"
Hagakure beamed at him. Taking the sheaf of paperwork off his hands, she got to signing everything.
And later that day when her classmates saw her new costume and its invisibility function, she felt on top of the world. Melissa in particular had been seriously impressed, the other girl asking a huge number of questions that made her head spin.
Watching from the classroom, Aizawa got back to his paperwork. There was still some stuff to organise but it wouldn't take long.
They had a field trip to the USJ, after all. Rescue training wasn't going to happen by itself.
—-
Izuku grinned at the League of Supervillains, all ready. "How has the search for the League of Villains been going?"
La Brava gave him a thumbs up. "Well, I've been tracking people in the underground who would be likely to join up with them." She tapped at her laptop, bringing up a map. "With a little hacking, I've been tracking them down to this building here!"
Inkblot's eyes widened. "Hey, I've heard of that place!" When they stared at her, she elaborated. "Yeah, it used to be one of those hidden bar places. Got shut down a while ago."
Izuku and his Double grinned. Izuku pulled on the armour, setting the cape fluttering. "Well, my fellow, devious Villains! We are going to deal with this band of fakers once and for all!"
Stitch hummed. "So we're going to go in guns blazing?"
Mastermind shook his head. "Not necessarily! They may listen to reason and take a different name, and they might want to join with the clearly superior Villain group! But if they don't… we may have to fight!"
A feral grin crossed Inkblot's face. "I hope they wanna fight," she grinned, resting her arms on the haft of her mallet.
Gentle Criminal fingered his cane. Golden Grin cracked his knuckles. Stitch adjusted his collar. La Brava's face took on a determined expression. Twice and Bushijima, the newcomers, both adopted a determined attitude of their own.
—-
Little did we know that this meeting would be anything but simple.
How did it end up? Well… that's for next time.
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AN: All finito! So we're entering a faster paced bit now, mostly because MHA is very quickly paced. Seriously they got attacked barely a week into school, it's unreal.
So anyways! Don't forget to comment, as I appreciate comments and criticism to make this the best not entirely serious fic possible! Next time… get ready for it, because we gotta Come on and Slam!
