Aldera Junior High School- Classroom

8:50 A.M.

"Alright kids, since you're third years now, it's time for you to buckle and start thinking about your futures. Now, I'm going to give out these future plan handouts and…"

The attentive class sat politely and quiet, attention locked.

The blonde teacher sighed.

"Who am I kidding? You all wanna be heroes, right?"

Within seconds, the quiet attentiveness of the class was broken, transmuting into a cacophony of screeching teenagers eager to show off just what made them special.

In response, the sensei named Subarashii sighed once and dropped the stack of 'future plans' forms into the wastebasket next to his podium.

"Yes, yes, your quirks are all quite wonderful, but please stop using them in the classroom. In full view of your teacher, nonetheless."

"Oi, teach!"

Subarashii took a deep breath and turned to address the student who had called out to him.

"Yes, Bakugo-kun?"

With his feet propped up onto his desk, and his chair leaning on its back legs, Katsuki Bakugo said his piece.

"Don't lump me in with all these rejects, I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with them."

With a single sentence, he drew outrage from his peers.

"Uncalled for, Katsuki!"

"Where do you get off!?"

"I'll show you a reject!"

"Yeah, yeah, you extras should just shut up already!"

Subarashii, who had at some point began to slump over the podium, said, "Oh, that's right, you want to go to U.A. High, don't you, Bakugo-kun?"

And the classroom exploded into murmurs.

"U.A.? That national school?"

"It was in the top 0.2% this year, you know!"

"Their acceptance rate's always really low, too!"

"That's exactly why you guys are all just extras!"

With everyone's attention now locked onto him, Bakugo jumped onto his desk.

"I aced the mock exam! Out of all the faceless drones in this dump, I'm the only one who has the chance of getting into U.A. So watch! I'll definitely surpass All Might and become the top hero! My name'll be inscribed on the list of top earners!"

Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!Clap!

"Bravo, Kacchan! Bravo! Inspired performance! Though personally, I do feel that you coulda spiced it up with an explosion or two for effect, I'll give ya a solid 8!"

"Fuckin' Deku…"

Two words, both said with enough venom to poison almost anyone they were aimed at.

Though the target of those words simply smiled back as he stood up from his own desk.

"What's the problem, Kacchan? I swear I would've given it at least a 9 if you had added some poppin'. Oh! And if it were more than just half true."

Bakugo's teeth grinded together as he forced out his next few words.

"What do you mean, Deku?"

The rest of the class shifted their eyes to the greenette, who was still smiling.

"Well, I aced the mock test too. And hey, it ain't like these folks can't get into U.A. I mean, look at Yubiwa. Those fingers look perfect for hero work."

The mentioned student blushed at the recognition while the ponytailed boy continued.

"Then you've Moeka-chan, her hand is literally fire. Kumogiri can turn his body into rock. Aoi-chan's hair whips around. Damn Kacchan, now that I think about it, just about everyone in this room has a shot at U.A."

The boy's smile widened slightly, as the glint in his eye became sharper and more malicious.

"Even me."

BOOM!

Within seconds, Izuku's desk was destroyed by an explosion, courtesy of Bakugo who had invaded the boy's personal space, mouth pulled into a nasty snarl.

Izuku's grin grew wider and more vicious.

"You wanna go? Cause I'm ready when you are, Kacchan."

Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!

"Midoriya! Bakugo! That's enough! Anymore outbursts like that and I'll have you both suspended for a week."

Subarashii's tone was sharp, a far cry from the almost lethargic drawl a few minutes before then.

It was a tone reserved specially for Izuku and Bakugo, the two most volatile elements in his classroom. A tone that the two boys knew all too well from the year that they had spent in the man's class.

It defused the situation immediately, Midoriya's smile becoming pleasant again, as he sat back down in his chair.

Bakugo grumbled and stomped back to his own desk.

Subarashii sighed again, his tone losing its edge.

"We're starting off with independent study today, class. Turn to page 240 in your books and read up to 260. Midoriya, go get a new desk."

"Hai, Sensei!"

"Everyone else, just read and don't bother me until everyone's done."

"Hai!"

With that, the class began to do what they were told while Subarashii pulled up a chair and sat slumped over at the podium.

It was only the first day of classes and he had already reaffirmed a fundamental truth that he'd known since he had started teaching.

To be Subaru Subarashii was suffering.

3:15 P.M.

Ding-Dong, Bing-Bong

As everyone filtered out of the classroom, Izuku stayed back and waited.

He promised at lunch to help some of his kouhai clean the koi pond in the courtyard, but he wasn't gonna head there on his own.

Not to mention- "Oi, Deku!"

He had company.

Baring his teeth for his widest smile that day, Izuku turned and faced his ashen haired classmate.

"Yes, Kacchan? Oh, hey Yubiwa, Komouri."

The two boys behind Bakugo quietly returned the greeting while their leader stared hard at the seated boy.

"The hell do you think you're pullin'?"

"No idea whatcha mean."

"You tryin' to embarrass me, nerd? What was that earlier? What? You think we're equals now that you've got a shitty quirk of your own?"

"Kacchan, of course not." The boy seemed shocked at the implication, "You've still got a ways to go before you're on my level. Try eating a bowl of Mighties every once in a while. They're a heroic part of a balanced breakfast after all."

In the blink of an eye, Izuku was yanked out of his chair, his gakuran gripped and scrunched up in Bakugo's fists.

"Am I a fuckin' joke to you?"

"Well, you do make me laugh a lot." Bakugo gripped harder.

"Shut up, you damned nerd. Where do you get off? Huh!?" He shook the greenette, hands beginning to smoke as he did so.

"Hm. C'mon, Kacchan. What's the matter? I'm just havin' some fun. Why're you so angry?"

The ponytailed teen tilted his head to the side with a pout, before snapping it back up in realization.

"Oh, I see! It must be because you're at that age, right?"

One hand left Izuku's gakuran curled into a fist that cocked back before swinging towards the boy's face…

And stopping just short of Izuku's right eye.

And the nearly empty classroom was filled with tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"K-Katsuki, I think that's enough man." Yubiwa nervously spoke up first.

"Y-yeah, let's just go." Koumori was next, just as nervous as his friend.

Bakugo stared Izuku down once more, before dropping him back into his seat, turning, and tramping out the door.

Yubiwa and Koumori offered Izuku a quick bow and a hasty apology before taking off after their friend.

Izuku, now left alone in the deserted classroom, sighed and straightened out his clothes.

He was so close. So close to getting the reaction he wanted from Kacchan.

He'd been pushing the guy's buttons for a year at every chance he got since he saw him at the gate that day.

You didn't have to be a genius to know that Katsuki Bakugo's temper was on a hair trigger and anything that didn't go his way could set him off.

Izuku knew that better than anyone and had been continuously trampling on the boy's pride to get him to fight him, but something always got in the way.

Confronting him at lunch, the cafeteria caught fire.

Taunting him at the gate, 'Hey! Time for an emergency assembly!'

Pissing him off after class, the guy stops himself!

What's a guy gotta do to start some shit around here?

And one could argue that Izuku could just pick a fight with someone else, surely there would be someone willing to indulge his violent tendencies.

Well, that person should feel bad because they'd be wrong.

After garnering a bit of a reputation as the guy that's got a bone to pick with Katsuki Bakugo, a few boys in Izuku's year thought that they could rough him up a bit, get into the popular second year's good graces.

All of them were found bruised, beaten, and faces covered in various kanji, all of which said 'penis' in some way, shape, or form.

After that, people in his year just left Izuku alone.

And Izuku began to chase after Bakugo even more doggedly.

So what do I try next time? Maybe I should ask Auntie Mitsu for some of his baby pictures. I could copy 'em, blow 'em up, and hang 'em on the bulletin board. Ooh or maybe-!

Slide!

"Um, senpai?" A shy voice called into the room. Its owner was a young, rather unremarkable boy.

"Hm? Oh. Yo, Sato-kun. You guys ready?"

"Yes. Everyone else is getting started right now. They sent me to come get you."

The greenette jumped to his feet, "Alright, let's get 'er done."

Twenty Minutes Later…

"Aaaannnnd done!"

"Thanks again, Midoriya-senpai!"

"Don't mention it, guys. What kind a senpai would I be if I didn't lend my kouhai a hand every once in a while? Anyway, I gotta get goin'. Ja ne."

His underclassmen all chorused a goodbye as he took off.

He'd lost some time after helping them, so he decided to take a shortcut beneath an overpass.

Okay, I'll put a pin in the baby pictures idea, but maybe I could just do it the old-fashioned way, I'll just walk up, slap him with a glove, and challenge him to a duel.

"Wait, no! I want him to throw the first punch, the point's lost if I hit him first."

Okay, maybe I can…

The greenette was so far deep into his planning that he didn't notice the clattering and clanging of the manhole cover behind him.

Nor did he notice the sound of sludge creeping out of the uncovered hole, before forming into a humanoid shape.

"Shit. I didn't expect that guy to be here. I gotta find some cover quick." The sludge man looked forward and saw a green haired boy mumbling to himself.

"A medium-sized invisibility cloak. Better than nothing."

He creeped forward to take a position behind the boy.

"Or maybe … with some whipped cream and mags..."

Closer.

"Nah, he ain't the type for it, then maybe…"

Closer…

"A clown? Hm, if I remember correctly…"

Until he was right behind the kid.

He coiled his mud like body like a viper and lunged.

Only to keep flying forward as the teenager stepped to the side at the last second.

"Oi, do you mind? I'm tryin' to think here."

"The hell?"

He lunged again.

Missed again.

"Stop dodging!"

"Stop attacking."

Another lunge.

One last miss.

"Just let me inside you!"

A pause, accompanied by a disgusted stare.

"Today was just going too well, wasn't it? Of course I'd run into one here."

The sludge man was confused, "One of what, exactly?"

"As if you even need to ask, ya fuckin' pervert. HELP! RAAAAAAA-"

WHOOSH!

"No need to worry... Why? Because I am here!"

Wait a minute, that's-

The greenette turned around and nearly squeed in joy.

Because standing right behind him, in a tight t-shirt and green cargo pants, was-

"ALL MIGHT!" The sludge man actually squeed for an entirely different reason than Izuku.

"You thought you'd get away and assault this young man, did you? Well, not today, villain!"

"GET AWAY!" Forming a tendril with his sludgy body, the sludge man struck at All Might, but was evaded, and he hit the bottom of the overpass instead.

CRASH!

"Nice try, but it's my turn now! TEXAS…"

Here it comes! The one spectator had stars in his eyes.

"SMASH!"

With a powerful straight, the fight was over. Wind pressure blew from the strike, blasting the villain apart and All Might, now armed with two empty soda bottles, caught and contained the villain before any part of him could hit the ground.

Awesome…

With the situation contained, the blonde hero turned back to the starstruck civilian behind him.

"Thanks for your help, young man. If it weren't for you, this fiend might've continued to give me the runaround."

"N-no problem, All Might."

"Are you hurt?"

"N-nope, not at all."

"Good to hear! You never know what a desperate ne'er do well like this may do."

He glared at the eye in one of the bottles.

"Ahem. Well anyway, I've got to get this fella to the police station. So, as the kids say, [later, dude]!"

At this, he pocketed the bottled villain, walked past Izuku, and bent his legs.

"O-oi, wait! I've got a question for ya!"

"I cannot. If there's something you have to ask me, forward it to my agency!"

Dammit, I can't let him get away without askin' him. I guess I'll hafta-

Ignorant to the thoughts of the greenette behind him, All Might took to the skies with one big leap.

When he was a few hundred meters into the air, he noticed an odd weight on the back of his leg.

Looking back to see what it was, he was greeted with the sight of a teenager whose face was being hit with wind resistance of over 200 newtons of force.

A struggle ensued.

Random Rooftop- Musutafu, Tokyo

"That was incredibly dangerous young man."

"Yeah… but… like I said, I hafta to ask ya somethin'."

"And like I said, you could forward it to my agency. I do my utmost best to answer as many fan letters as I can."

"Yeah… but this is a question... I need to ask ya... in person."

The out-of-breath student stood tall, finally catching his breath, and stared directly into the eyes of his hero.

"Tell me. Can someone without a quirk become a hero?"

"Someone without a quirk?"

"Yeah, someone like…" He was likely never gonna see the man again, no real harm in saying the truth, "me."

"Well-urk!"

The muscly hero suddenly gripped his chest, and steam emitted from his body.

"All Might!" Izuku started towards his hero.

"Stay back, Young man!"

A hand that was far smaller than the hulking fist he had seen seconds ago was held out towards him.

"All… Might?"

When the steam cleared, a skeletal man stared back at Izuku.

The green haired boy could only say one thing.

"[Oh. My. God]"

Hiya! Been a while. Glad to be back.

So let's ignore my extended absence and talk about how you guys feel about the chapter. I figured it would be boring and unrealistic to stick to regular canon with this Izuku so here we are.

Tell me whatcha think. See you in two years.