Disclaimer:I do not own Hunter x hunter or my hero academia. Those rights go to the legends Togashi and Horikoshi.

I asked whether I should write about the battles that already happen in canon, and usually I have a clear idea of what im going to write before I start, but this chapter threw me for a loop. So I kind of am skipping the fights that are the same as in canon. (Sorry D3lph0xL0v3r I know you said you wanted the fights with Izuku's thoughts but well... just read and you'll understand).

Edited: 23/03/2020

Izuku POV

"The second match Is Izuku vs Bodoro."

Not too long after the end of the first match, it was time for the second. And the second was mine.

"Dammit dammit dammit! Out of all the applicants I'd say I know the least about Bodoro, and if I don't win this match, I'll have to fight either Hisoka or Kurapika! No. It's ok. This isn't a normal match, you don't even have to harm him, just make him give up... What would be the optimal way to make someone surrender? I refuse to use violence. Possibly if Bodoro is complying, we could simply agree to play a game of some sort and decide the loser would give up. However the loser wouldn't just admit their defeat, and that way I'd need to choose a game I'm good at... Maybe I can use words? What words would convince someone to drop the thing they've been striving to reach for and almost accomplished... Maybe I can keep on the defensive and tire him into giving up?"

I was brought to my senses by a harsh nudge from Kacchan. Every pair of eyes in the room were glaring at me, and I realised once again I had zoned out when it was my turn to fight. Beads of sweat glistened as they rolled down my skin. I was not off to a good start.

"S-sorry!" I yelped and received many exasperated sighs in return. Bodoro looked grim... like I had already annoyed him.

I cautiously stepped forward and readied my stance.

"Begin!"

I brought my arms up to block an expected attack. I wanted him to make the first move, keep me on the defensive. I wasn't going to use violence when it was unnecessary.
However, my opponent simply stood there, disheartened. After a few seconds of empty silence, he made a move. Away from me.

'Is it a facade so I drop my guard? I won't let that happen again!' I did not bring my guard down. I merely watched intently, locking our eyes together.

"I give up."

Silence.

It took me a few seconds to process the words that left his mouth.

"I won't fight a child." And with that he walked off, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, speechless.

'What. In. The. Why would he give up? '

I was incredibly dissatisfied in my victory. I was nervous, yes, and was hoping for an easy battle, but I felt I had to prove my worth. After all, every time I spoke I stuttered, it was almost as if my becoming of a hunter was a joke. Every pair of eyes bore into me, incredulous that I could've passed. Each judging pair of eyes assessed me themselves, I could hear their thoughts:
"He doesn't deserve to be a hunter! He stutters all the time and has no confidence! I haven't seen him show his worth once. He broke down a wall to pass a phase! Is that even allowed?"

Each voice echoed in my mind, not letting me hear anything else, but one voice particularly resonated within me.

"He hasn't done anything. Nothing to prove he is of worth. So why did he have 4 chances and I only had 3? Pathetic. If I had his luck I could do anything, and yet to pass the exam, he needed help. Gon helped him in the first phase. In the second phase his mess up resulted in everyone knowing the great stamp's weakness. He was a liability in the 2 other phases, if it weren't for Katsuki he wouldn't have even passed. He wasn't able to get past Hisoka's attack in the fourth phase. Every win was handed to him on a silver platter."

Each voice became louder and louder, I felt dizzier and dizzier as I attempted to make my way back to the side to remove the attention from me.

'Wait. Killua wasn't even with me in the third and fourth phase...'

"Izuku, can you please move. We would like to get on with the next match."

None of them were glaring at me as I imagined they would be. Killlua looked at me with curiosity not disgust. I excused myself and reached the wall to lean on, screwing up my eyes from embarrassment.

"The next match is Kurapika vs Hisoka. Begin!"

I was too disheartened to pay close attention, however I could see blurs of white and red, blue and yellow.

'Why did Bodoro give up? He said he won't fight a child but... Everyone else sees me as just someone who passed the exam with mere fortune... What if the chairman makes me redo the hunter exam? What if he revokes my licence and and bans me from taking it again? What if... Either way, they're all right. If it weren't for Gon, or Kacchan, I wouldn't have passed. I passed by luck alone here, if I were to attempt again I could end up dead... But... Mother never really wanted me to be a hunter. She was enthusiastic and helped me, encouraged me, but one day... she tried to prevent me... Why? Ever since that day Kacchan changed too. He grew much meaner... Maybe they were right. I'm not cut out to be a hunter, if they don't revoke my licence I'll resign myself. I don't deserve it.'

"I lose."

Bringing me out of my self-destructing mind was the announce of the next victory. The words left Hisoka's mouth, however he looked more pleased than Kurapika, who seemed mortified.

Hanzo used the same method as with Gon, but Pokkle surrendered quickly.

There was a one sided match between Hisoka and Bodoro, and in the end, Hisoka secured his victory.

After the long initial match, the four leading in succession were less than a tenth of the length than the first.

I was barely paying any attention, however I had to pull myself together. It was time for Kacchan's fight against Pokkle

I halfheartedly observed.

"Begin!"

In an instant, my energised friend lunged forward as his opponent reached for his arrows.

"You're going to have to be quicker than that!" I heard him snarl confidently, as he threw his right fist into his gut. Before he was able to dodge or block, Kacchan landed his hit and Pokkle doubled over. He didn't lay a second to waste, and uppercut him in the chin.

However, using the momentum from the uppercut, Pokkle cartwheeled backwards. He sprung back onto his feet and, crouching, aimed a low kick at the legs.
Kacchan dive rolled to the side of his opponent and whilst Pokkle was unbalanced on one leg, he latched his elbow around his neck and pushed him on the ground.
In terms of close-combat and strength, Kacchan definitely overpowered his opponent, and in the space of a few seconds, he had the advantage.
However, Pokkle was adept enough in speed, and rolled to the side. In an instant, he shot a few metres away and pulled out his bow and arrow.
Before it could hit, Kacchan jumped up and backwards, but unbalanced. He landed on his wounded leg (the one that had been previously shot).
The sudden pressure visibly caused a jolt of pain, and he lost his footing.
The tables had now turned. another arrow came flying right towards his torso, so Kacchan rolled to his left to avoid it, but now Pokkle was standing above him, foot rested on his back, arrow poised at his head.

"Give up or I'll shoot."
"Make me." Kacchan grabbed and lifted Pokkle's ankle resting on the ground, causing him to fall over.

'I see, Since Pokkle was fixated on keeping his weight on Kacchan, it was easy enough for Kacchan to lift his ankle up.' I thought to myself, forgetting about anything else but the fight. 'I should've watched the other fights more carefully! I don't have my notebook, but I can remember every good move and write them down later. Dammit why didn't I do that.'

In these series of events, they both managed to stand up to face each other, back to square 1.

Kacchan began to shoot around the room. I could see every now and then he stopped for a split second, likely from landing on his wounded leg, but this did not faze him.
Pokkle, unsure of what to do, stood on guard in the centre.
Suddenly came Kacchan, throwing a hail of punches directly at Pokkle from the rear, thus causing him to fall onto his stomach.

Every single blow I saw them exchange made me more invested in the fight, forgetting about my thoughts. I hadn't seen Kacchan fight for a very long time from an outside perspective. If he hadn't been shot in the previous phase, I'm certain the fight would've ended sooner. He moved fast, every trade of blows was thought out, and eventually, Pokkle found himself in the same situation as with a certain ninja.

"Give up or I'll break you arm!" Kacchan menaced, pinning a squealing Pokkle from his back.
"I give up! Fine!"

And just like that, Kacchan had worthily passed the hunter exam. Unlike me, who passed by default. However now I could concentrate on the fights, so I paid close attention to them all.

Or rather, none of them.

The next match in line was Leorio vs Bodoro, however Leorio asked to postpone the match so Bodoro could recover from his injuries. from his match with Hisoka. An admirable request, which made me like the man even more.

Next was Pokkle vs Killua, however Killua surrendered before the fight even began, stating that he wasn't interested in fighting Pokkle.

'Did he think that as he's stronger than Kacchan, and Kacchan defeated Pokkle that he isn't worthy of a fight? If I think about it, in phase 1 he said he had only taken the hunter exam for fun...'

Bodoro was still healing, so Killua fought consecutively.

"Killua vs Gittarackur. Begin!"

Killua edged towards needle man. Step by step. Until:
"It's been a while Kil."

'Do they know each other well? I'm guessing yes since he used an shortened name instead of Killua. But Killua doesn't seem to know this weirdo...'

One, by, one, he began to remove each pin stuck into his face, as it morphed into something else.
Every needle removed was smoother skin with smaller features and longer, darker hair.
After every single one was removed, he looked an utterly different person entirely.

They did know each other. The look of sheer horror on Killua's face at this discovery, it must be someone he knew.

"Brother..."

'Wait... That's Killua's brother?... they don't look anything alike.'

Glossy, long, raven hair to fluffy, short silver.
Dark, black eyes, to light blue.
Black, dramatically arched eyebrows to smooth, light.

"I heard you cut up mother and Milluki."
"I guess."
"Mum was crying."

'What. In. The. Killua cut up his mother and someone named Milluki? Who's Milluki? Why would he cut up his mother?' With that, my perspective had shifted adequately.

"Tears of joy."

'WHAT. What kind of family is this? Why would she be happy from that?' Every word exchanged between them brought up thousands of questions. It was only so many words, but each carried heavy amounts of information.

What caught my eye was the comical collapsing of Leorio at this news. We were both thinking the same thing.

"She was glad to see you grown up, but was worried that you left home so she asked me to check on you. What a coincidence. I didn't know you wanted to be a hunter."
"I don't really want to be a hunter. I just felt like taking the exam."
"I see. that's a relief. I have some advice for you. You are not fit to be a hunter. You were born to be a killer. You are a puppet of darkness. You don't want anything and wish for nothing. You can only feel pleasure when people die. That's how dad and I raised you."

'... You are born to be a killer. A puppet of darkness. That's how dad and I raised you? What the hell? What's happening at home? I'm getting an awful feeling... Wait! How could I be so dumb! Killua, Illumi, Milluki... Zoldyck! He's from a family of assassins!'

"That's true... I don't desire being a hunter. But I do have something I want." I could see drops of sweat rolling down his face. Tensions were high within his family, or at least with his brother.
"No there isn't," Illumi answered monotonously.
"There is!" He was growing more and more enraged. I was also growing more and more enraged. How could someone raise a child in such a way that they are a 'puppet of darkness'?
"Then tell me." In contrast to the emotion and fury behind his younger brother's words, the older Zoldyck flatly delivered his words.

Quietly, reluctantly, Killua spoke: "I want to be friends with Gon. And Izuku. And Katsuki. I'm sick of killing people. I want to become friends with Gon and live a normal life.
"That's impossible. You'll never be able to make friends. Your only concern when meeting people is if you should kill them."

I didn't want him to continue. I threw away my shyness and nerves and shouted.

"That's not true! Gon is already your friend! We are already your friend! Don't listen to him! Just win the match!"
"Is that true? Ah... That's no good. Ok. I'll kill your friends. A killer does not need friends."

He turned toward me and Kacchan, who then stepped in front of me.

"Wait. The match is still in progre-" The referee's words were brought to an abrupt halt.

3 needles were shot with great accuracy right into his face.

We were next.

Thanks so much for all the favourites follows and reviews!

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D3lph0xL0v3r: THANK YOU AGAIN! Yes they really do! I'm really rooting for Izuku too! I know right, Gon would probably be second in pureness and he doesn't even come CLOSE to the precious cinnamon rolls pureness! Poor Izuku, I should give him more credit.
Wow he would fit in pretty much no problem. I think he also suits the hero universe though, maybe not as something similar but like a contrast lol.