Musutafu, Tokyo-201X
08:15 am
"[WOW, Breakin' the law, Breaking the world!] Kowase…"
The old rock song played and echoed off the walls of the small apartment, a long-haired boy humming along as he tied his curly green locks back.
Looking in the mirror as he finished, he buttoned up his shirt and pulled on the jacket of his gakuran.
"Hey there, good lookin'. What's cookin'?"
Giving himself a quick once-over with a cocky grin, he nodded and turned, grabbing his phone, pausing his song, and leaving the bathroom.
Walking into the living room, his eyes plastered to his device's screen, he muttered while grabbing a yellow backpack and a wrapped bento off of the counter.
'Murderer strikes again in Kamurocho! Another Kansai Yakuza found with eyes gouged out in Red Light District.'
"Shit, there's another one now? And this one's goin' after yakuza. Geez. First, the 'Hero Killer' and now this guy. Can't these jackasses just play video games?"
Stepping out towards the genkan and slipping on a pair of oversized red boots, he looked down at another notification that had popped up on his phone with a boo-boop!
He gave it one glance and popped up.
Tatooin Station, huh? No time to waste, I smell an opportunity!
Grabbing a dinged-up bat from beside the doorway, he turned the knob and swung the door open, speeding down the hallway and bounding down the stairs.
When he reached the last two steps, he jumped and hit the ground running, taking off towards Musutafu Station.
Tatooin Station, Musutafu
When he arrived, there was already a huge crowd of people on the scene gawking at the very thing he had come to see.
There he is...
Boom! Crash!
An actual...
Standing at over fifteen meters high stood a humanoid figure.
"Damn, what led to this?"
"Apparently the guy snatched a purse, got cornered, and panicked."
"Really, a quirk like that and he's just a purse-snatcher? Laaame."
A criminal, if the chatter around the greenette were to be believed.
Well 'criminal' isn't quite the correct term for one such as he.
Yes, the proper term for someone who would abuse their quirk so blatantly is-
Supervillain!
The greenette's eyes sparkled as he pulled a notebook out from… somewhere and began to furiously scribble upon the pages.
"How long is this gonna take? I'm meeting my mom for breakfast today."
"Hello, sir? Yes, I'm going to be a bit late. There's a villain attack right outside the station today..."
"Oh, look mom! The heroes are here!"
Ah yes, and then you have the antithesis of a supervillain…
A superhero.
The boy lifted his head from his notes, taking note of the new arrivals.
An incredibly bulky one, wearing thick wrist-guards and a headband decorated with caution patterns called out.
"Everybody get back! The situation's under control."
"It's Death Arms, 'The Punching Hero'!"
Huh, neat. And he's not yellin' at me this time. Next.
He already had notes on Death Arms, so that couldn't be the opportunity that he was looking for.
Next, a barricade rail made entirely of water, with 'X'-shaped warning symbols appeared in front of the now buzzing crowd, courtesy of another hero dressed
"Like Death Arms said, please stay behind the line. We'll get this taken care of as soon as possible."
"It's Backdraft, 'The Rescue Specialist'!"
Alright. Still not what I'm lookin' for, but it's good to see him in the flesh again. Next!
The observer began moving through the crowd to get a closer look, barely taking note of a shadow that passed over him before having his eardrums ruptured with a combined cry of, "You can do it, Kamui!"
Okay. First, ow. And second, Kamui? As in... Woods? Now that's what I'd call interestin'.
As he pushed closer up towards the front, he saw something that kicked his senses into high gear.
A man covered in wood wearing a dark blue bodysuit extended a long branch from his arm and used it to swing up onto the train platform, dodging a swipe from the gigantic villain.
"GET AWAY!"
The greenette grinned.
This'll be good.
"Oh, well if it isn't the little hero himself."
Hearing a familiar voice, the ponytailed teen turned, seeing a bald older man with star-shaped stalks protruding from his face.
"Oh, what's up Old Man Hoshizora? Shouldn't you be at the shop?"
"Yeah, I should, but I stepped out to grab some vinegar for the chirashi and I got caught up out here. How about you? I thought you'd be front and center at somethin' like this."
"Ehe. Yeah, see, I would, but I think they've got this handled."
Not to mention the scolding I got from ol' Death Arms there the last time I helped.
"The hell do you think you're doing!?"
The greenette felt his eye twitch as he turned back towards the fight at hand.
"Petty theft, illegal quirk usage, and disruption of traffic during rush hour. You are the pinnacle of evil!"
I wouldn't go that far, but go off, I guess.
"And so, this is your punishment…" Kamui Woods' arm began to expand and extend, soon becoming a tangle of roots and branches.
The teenager grinned, "Here it come, 'Absolute Preemptive Confinement-"
"Lacquered Chain Prison!" The tangled roots and branches shot out towards the gigantified villain, spreading out and-
"Canyon Cannon!"
-breaking as a colossal figure, clad in purple and orange spandex, drop kicked the terrified evildoer.
CRASH!
The villain was out for the count after that devastating blow, while the figure who struck him, a blonde woman with impressive… 'assets', bent down to grab the unconscious ne'er-do-well, speaking as she did so.
"Today is the day of my debut. My name is Mt. Lady. A pleasure to make your ass-quaintance."
And so, a large group of men (the occasional woman mixed in) with cameras sidled in front of the green-haired teen chanting, 'Money shot. Money Shot. Money Shot.'
All while a dejected Kamui Woods stood forgotten, wood still extended.
Meanwhile, behind the group of perv- ahem, amateur photographers...
Holy Shit… That's Rad!
The greenette's hand glided across the page, scribbling and sketching hastily as he focused on what he was seeing in his mind's eye.
If I'm fightin', I can make an asshole flinch away with a feint or even just some dust. They'll lose sight of me for even just half a sec, and then, BOOM! Fight's over.
Yeah. Matter of fact, that sounds like somethin' I already know, but better. I'd even call it… extreme.
That's it! I'll call this move…
"...Essence of Blindside: Kiwami."
"Huh? What was that, boy?"
It occurred to the teen that he had said that last bit out loud.
Thought I got a handle on that. "Nothing, Jiisan. Just thinkin' out loud."
The older man chuckled, "About your hero stuff, right? Well, keep on, kid. I gotta get back to the shop, road's clearing up and the missus is probably cursing me as we speak."
Well, it ain't exactly your fault, not like ya asked for a purse snatcher to freak out on this street.
"Stop by later, why dontcha? We'd love to have ya."
"Yeah, I'll stop by after I hit the cages. See ya, Hoshizora-jii."
"You too, kid."
And with that, the two parted ways, the teen looking down and smiling at his phone.
Another revelation thanks to Troublr. Now what time is it?
08:29 am
Well shit.
And anybody who had stuck around to see what the commotion was, would be left tumbling by the blustering gust left in the wake of the speeding teen.
Aldera Junior High School- Classroom
08:43 am
"Owara."
"Here."
"Ozaki."
"Here."
"Maebara."
"Here."
"Midori-"
SLAM!
"HERE!"
An out of breath teenager stood in the doorway, hand held high as he rested the other on his knee, attempting to catch his breath.
"Midoriya, you're late."
"Actually… sensei… I'm two… minutes… early."
"I was in the middle of roll call when you arrived."
"I was... caught at the site of… a villain attack… until a few minutes ago."
"Are you hurt?"
"No, hungry though."
A few students around the class chuckled. A red-eyed, blonde-haired student just glared hard at his green-haired classmate.
The teacher, seeing that a reprimand would just go in and out of his pupil's ear, just sighed.
"Just take your seat, Midoriya. You're here."
The non-tardy student beamed, "Thought you'd see it my way, sensei."
He bounded over to his desk and plopped down into the seat unceremoniously. His yellow backpack followed soon after.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and earbuds, popping the latter into his ears and pressing play, while his sensei just continued with roll call.
"Furiagero, nigirikobushi wo oretachi wa..."
Sou sa oretachi ga…
"JUDGEMENT." JUDGEMENT.
And thus began another day in the life of one Izuku Midoriya, age 14.