"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?"
Izuku was not having this shit, at this exact moment, he had lost all patience and decided that provoking Kacchan to prove to him the folly of his ways was not worth the headache of all the contrived scheming and constant needling.
So, in one fell swoop, he had risen from his chair and grabbed the seething ashen-haired lad by his neck, while his two lackeys looked on in shock.
Kacchan wasn't much better from the looks of it.
Izuku looked at his red-eyed peer and began to speak.
"You are a worthless, bitch-ass motherfucker. Your life literally is as valuable as a summer ant. I'm just gonna stomp you and you're gonna keep coming back, imma seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back. Why? Cause you smellin' the syrup. You worthless bitch-ass motherfucker."
Komouri and Yubiwa were still standing, shocked at the violence- the utter savagery- that was being committed in front of them.
Kacchan was slowly turning blue.
Izuku kept on keeping on.
"You gon' stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life. Your purpose in life is to be in my shadow, sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be under me, blowing the dick daily."
It was almost time, he had built the built combo loop, just one more chain to put the last nail in the coffin.
"Your life is nothing, you serve zero purpose-"
The boys in the back got ready for Izuku's final wind-up…
"You should kill yourself, NOW."
Lightning crashed outside the window, and Izuku dropped a now limp Kacchan to the floor, before walking over to the classroom door.
He put his hand on it and paused, before turning his head and taking one more shot.
"Give somebody else a piece of that oxygen, and ozone layer, that's covered up so that we can breathe inside this blue trash bubble. Somebody who actually deserves it."
ASTRAL FINISH!
And with that, he was gone.
He walked through the hall with a pep in his step, a cock to his walk, if you would.
He had no fucks left to give, he was bussin', he was bitchin', he was-
"Midoriya-Kun?"
Well, indeed he was, but that kinda killed his vibe.
He turned around to see a rather pretty girl with black hair and blue eyes, from her direction he could smell… cherry?
She seemed almost familiar, but he couldn't quite place her.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly communicating his wish for her to explain exactly why she had so rudely halted his victorious procession.
Due to his perfect nonverbal communication skills, the girl was then able to deal her business with him posthaste.
"You dropped this."
She held out a glimmering golden crown.
Ah, how kind of her.
He gingerly plucked it from her hand.
"Thanks."
She nodded.
Alright, now for the big questions.
"Now, if you don't mind me asking, who are-"
"[-gonna give you an assisted suicide. Let's pick out a rope together-]"
Izuku groaned as the sound of a rambling foreigner made its way into his ears.
His eyes fluttered open as he sat up in his chair.
There was a line of drool from his mouth to his desk and he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
"[-gonna force feed you. Pry your eyes open. Probably dont need to do that cause you're already on my dick daily. We're-]"
He wiped the drool away and plucked his earbuds out, before turning his chair around.
His window sat slightly ajar.
He must've forgotten to close it before he drifted off.
He turned to take a look at the time on his computer.
8:26 P.M.
His mom had texted him earlier to say that she'd be coming home a bit late, after some drinks with her colleagues.
He supposed she wouldn't be back until after ten.
He had already ordered Pizza-La, eaten some of said Pizza-La( So cheesy, so delicious!), and then started watching streams on Yootube.
He needed to take a shower and try to get to bed.
So, he rose from his chair, walked over and closed the window, and then walked back to his computer.
Halfway back to the computer, though, he stopped in his tracks and sniffed.
His room never smelled bad, but he knew the smells in it.
The oil from his blade-cleaning kits, the fragrance from his freshly washed laundry, the lotion next to his computer, the usual things.
But something, something there was new. Familiar to him, but new to his room.
It smelled like… cherries?
That's definitely new.
He looked around.
Nothing was disturbed, everything in its proper place.
Hmmmm.
[?] Izuku rolls for investigation.
Izuku shrugged.
He must've been imagining things.
With that, he turned off his computer and walked out of the room.
I really need to stop watching E-Rank Deity.
From outside the greenette's closed window, a pair of blue eyes stared into the vacated space.
Their owner was a rather pretty girl with black hair.
She'd been so delighted to finally visit her darling at his home.
He looked so cute when he was sleeping.
She wished could've stayed a bit longer, but when he started to stir, she got nervous and she ran.
No matter, though.
She'd be back.
After all, she needed to find out who the fuck this Kacchan bitch was and what she was doing to her boyfriend.
U.A. High School Entrance- Morning
"Excuse me, young man! Could we ask you a few questions, please?"
"Only if you grow a few brain cells on top of it."
"E-excuse me?"
With not a word more, the greenette sleepily trudged his way past the many members of the media and walked through the gates of his illustrious academy.
U.A. High School- Class 1-A- April 13th, 20XX
Izuku couldn't remember a time where he'd felt more lethargic than when he sat in Homeroom and listened to Hobo-Sensei give the morning announcements.
"-To end off the reviews, Uraraka-"
The bright-eyed brunette perked up at the sound of her name.
"Yes, Sensei?"
"You kept your cool as best you could, but you lost focus. If that happened in the field you would've died. Don't do that."
Uraraka's cheeks pinkened a smidge as she responded with a barely audible affirmation.
Giving no indication that he heard, the bleary-eyed teacher turned his gaze onto the one person in the room sitting ramrod straight in his chair.
"Iida."
In a way that Izuku hadn't thought possible, the bespectacled moralist somehow sat even straighter.
"You followed the plan that Midoriya laid out down to the letter, but you should ask more questions, and not yell out when you have the element of surprise."
A stiff, yet still somehow enthusiastic nod was the answer he received.
The shaggy teacher then turned his gaze unto the class's sorest loser (in Izuku's humble, unbiased opinion), his eyes now having taken on an edge of what could be surmised as an exhortation.
Izuku could feel the admonishment coming from a mile away. He was certain Kacchan could too.
To his credit, the surly hothead met the gaze head-on.
"Bakugou, what you did was the height of idiocy."
The normally dry teacher's tone had become absolutely frigid.
It was slight, but Izuku could see his red-eyed peer falter slightly.
Just slightly, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn't looking for it.
Unfortunately for Kacchan, there were at least two people who were.
The underground hero's next words were spoken with steel in his tone.
"You fell for an obvious trap, split away from your partner, gave in to childish provocation, and on top of all that, you lost."
Jeez, Hobo-Sensei's telling it like it is.
He could hear a couple of sniggers spread about the class, a quick glare from the dark-haired man silenced the peanut gallery swiftly.
"If this hadn't been an exercise, you would've gotten not only you and your partner killed, but an entire district in Tokyo may very well have been wiped off the map. All for your ego."
There were no more laughs to be had, contained or otherwise.
The mood had steadily deteriorated, and at least several students seemed visibly uncomfortable.
"Do not let it happen again."
This time there was a brief tick of silence before the ashen blonde responded with a stiff nod.
With that, Aizawa turned his gaze to the last member of the battle trial's first group.
"Midoriya."
Izuku gave the man his full attention, along with a smile.
"You came up with a creative plan, but you should've ironed out the specifics more with your partner. And that hold of yours could use more work, the last words the public should hear in regards to a hero are 'broken' and 'neck'. Those words combined either lead to a memorial or a lawsuit."
Well, Izuku understood that much.
Heroes were icons, beacons of peace and justice and hope. Not exterminators.
People would probably freak out if they saw All Might covered in a ton of blood that wasn't his own.
The greenette knew that he would've, once upon a time.
But as long he didn't kill anyone, he'd be fine.
"Got it, Hobo-Sensei!"
Someway, somehow, the look in the man's eyes seemed even more tired.
How strange, it almost reminded him of Subarashii-Sensei.
"Right, anyway, you all need to pick a Class Representative. I don't care how you do it, I don't care who gets picked, just get it done by the bell and leave me alone."
With that, the man became a yellow caterpillar and fell out of sight.
I wonder if he keeps that sleeping bag under the podium.
That thought, much like the mystery of where he kept his many notebooks and pocket tissues, would remain a mystery that Izuku left unsolved.
Class Representative.
In a normal classroom, students would likely end up feeling that they were simply taking on extra responsibilities on top their daily course.
In the Hero Course, however, it provided micro-level management experience, which was vital for hero hopefuls who wished to run their own hero companies in the future.
The Class Representative position was highly coveted, so it was only natural that just about everyone in the classroom decided to put their hat in the ring for the chance to take it.
"I wanna be Class Rep!" The red-haired boy, Kirishima, if Izuku remembered correctly, cried out.
"I'll be the leader!" Chimed the pink girl… Ashido, that was her name.
"I want to do it!" That was a girl with plug-like earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes.
A number of other students kept chiming, all in an attempt to speak over each other and proclaim their desire for the position.
In the corner of his vision, he could see a certain glasses-wearing student standing up from his desk.
Had it been a simpler time, and he, a simpler man, Izuku would have suggested that the class fight it out and the last man standing would take it.
However, seeing as he wasn't wearing a grey suit, snakeskin jacket, or green parka, the freckled young man decided to contribute to the discussion in a more meaningful way.
"Oi! Why don't we just vote for it?"
His words cut through the cacophony of rowdy teenagers, drawing all of the attention toward himself.
His peers all stared at him for a moment, before a boy, one with short gold hair, spoke up.
"Vote for it?"
Izuku grinned toothily, the picture of boyish innocence.
"Yeah, vote. We're not gettin' anywhere just shoutin' 'I wanna do it! I wanna do it!', so we might as well put it to a vote."
"Exactly my thoughts, Midoriya! This is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It is not just for anybody who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. And that trust is best given through democratic process."
Ah, Ii-chan, right on time with a heavy-handed, long-winded explanation that I can piggyback off of.
"He's right, the fairest and best-received officials're the ones the people pick themselves. So, why don't we get some papers we'll write in for whoever we want to take the position? Most votes gets Rep, second-most gets Vice."
There was a beat of silence, a silence that was then quickly broken by Izuku himself.
"Oh!" He brought a fist down on his open palm as if in realization, "For fairness and expediency's sake, no self votes."
And your next line will be, 'Huh, why not, Midoriya?'
"Huh? Why not, Midoriya?", asked a puzzled Kirishima.
The rest of the class murmured and looked on.
"To prevent a stalemate, of course."
The one that answered Kirishima was not Izuku.
Izuku turned towards the back of the class and gave the sharp-eyed girl a grateful smile.
"Exactly! Thanks, Yaoyorozu-san!"
He received a polite nod in response and continued, "It's like Yaoyorozu-san said, if we all vote for ourselves, we'll have a twenty-way tie. And for what? So we can do it again and probably have another tie?"
Looking around, he could see that the vast majority of the class agreed with him.
Even Kacchan seemed to… as he malded in the seat right next to him.
"So with that said, I think we oughta pick someone based on the good they can do for the class as a whole, ya know?"
His words made sense, they were hitting.
That just left the kicker.
He ripped a scrap of paper from the notebook on his desk and grabbed a pencil.
"So, as a show of good faith, here's who I'm voting for."
He jotted down his vote, capping it with a flourish, and strutted up to the front of the class.
When he reached the front, he held up the paper for the whole class to see.
Five Minutes Later…
"Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception."
Izuku had never thought much of that quote, but as he stood at the front of the class, next to Yaoyorozu, it made him think that Sophocles might've been a genius.
Outside of him, nineteen other people voted.
Two of those votes were thrown out due to… reasons (Izuku's gaze shifted between Kacchan and the strange grape-headed boy that sat next to Yaoyorozu), and someone just didn't vote ( it then shifted over to the bored-looking boy with bi-colored hair), but even then, that left sixteen people to vote for either him or the girl next to him.
The total count was:
緑谷(Midoriya)- 9
八百万(Yaoyorozu)- 7
A close count, but a count that ended in his favour nonetheless.
He gave a polite bow to everyone still in their seats, before turning to his Vice Representative and offering a hand for her to shake, which she took.
Her hand was calloused, and her grip, remarkably firm.
Interesting.
"Lookin' forward to working with you Vice Rep."
Her smile was small, contained, but Izuku had no doubt that it was genuine.
After that short exchange, homeroom ended soon after.
Several Hours Later…
"You guys go on ahead, I've got a stop to make."
"Oh, alright. Should we save you a seat, Dekkun?"
"Nah, I might be a while, and I brought lunch from home anyway."
"Alright Midoriya, we'll see you back in class, then."
"See ya, Ii-chan, Occhan!"
With that, the trio split. The pair headed for the cafeteria
He'd dropped by the faculty office that morning, so Toshi-Sensei had received his bento already, the number one hero having snuck past the crowds in his true form not long after Izuku arrived.
Izuku had started making bentos for the man just after Christmas, having noticed that man had a bad habit of skipping meals due to his busy schedule.
Rolled Omelets, rice, pickled plums, and occasionally some hot miso soup in a thermos were a basic lunch that he'd make for the old hero when he could.
Sometimes he'd switch it up, though, slip in some hamburger or maybe some meatballs.
He was sure Toshi-Sensei appreciated it, Izuku always found the bento boxes he'd given him empty on the window sill early in the morning, washed out with care.
Though that was only one person that Izuku had to remind to feed themselves, the other one was-
BOOM!
-currently shirking lunch in favor of utilizing the new facilities that she had access to.
He made his way towards the area of the school where he heard the sound originate from: U.A.'s Development Studio.
When he got there, he noticed that it was mostly devoid of people, 'mostly' meaning 'devoid of all people except for a man covered in soot with an excavator claw on his head, who had plastered himself to the wall opposite the studio entrance'.
Izuku, who had vaguely recognized the man as Power Loader and offered him a nod of acknowledgment, walked over to the door.
Taking a deep breath and listening closely to the sounds of tinkering behind, he counted 1… 2… 3! and slid it open quickly.
He was quickly assaulted with the rushing stench of smoke and oil.
Had it been nine or ten years earlier, the smell might've made him balk, possibly retch.
However, Izuku had grown up around the Hatsume Family, a bit of smoke and oil might as well have been a strangely scented candle to him.
Stepping in and closing the door behind him, the green-haired lad made his way towards the corner of the studio where the last person left was doing some… inventor thing or another, he didn't know.
He supported his friend's passion even though he wouldn't dare say that he understood the intricate parts that didn't involve him.
Though there she was, goggles down over her face as she took a wrench to the guts of her quarry.
She was covered in soot.
Izuku grabbed a stool and moved it next to the pink-haired girl, who hadn't given any indication that she'd even noticed his presence.
He sat atop the stool and deliberately unwrapped his bento, taking care not to make too much noise.
Mei was silent, but from where he was, Izuku could see her lips moving.
The lips that she, not even three days ago, had pressed to his.
Her very soft, very full, incredibl-
"Huh? Zu? What are you doing here?"
Izuku violently pushed down those thoughts to the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind. He grabbed a rolled omelet from his bento.
"Came to see if you were feeding yourself alongside your babies. Turns out you weren't. Here, open up."
She obliges, and Izuku slips the omelet into her waiting mouth, which she gratefully accepted and chewed.
This was normal.
There was many a time where Izuku would come sit in the Hatsume's workshop at home and feed his friend when she couldn't be torn from her inventions.
It was a little embarrassing at first, but he got over it quick enough.
Eventually, it just became a fun little thing for him to do for his friend…
… A fun little thing that she'd never kissed him for.
Okay, we're gonna talk about it.
"Oi, Mei."
"Hm?"
"Why did you-"
BRIIIIIIIIIIING!
What the fuck?
"There has been a level 3 security breach. All students, please evacuate outdoors promptly."
A security breach? At U.A. of all places?
Just my fuckin' luck.
Izuku looked down at Mei, who didn't seem like she had even heard the announcement.
The question still on his lips, but with his friend's safety on his mind, he chose to put a pin in his former thought with a sigh, before standing up and bodily hefting the gadgeteer over his shoulder, making his way toward the exit, despite the girl's protests.
Several Hours Later…
Izuku sat across from Yaoyorozu, with a bit of a sour attitude.
The security breach had been a false alarm.
Apparently, some reporters got past the U.A. barrier and caused a panic.
That was a good thing.
That the security breach was a false alarm.
What was not a good thing, was that he never got to finish his talk with Mei, so now he was still confused and had no easy way of resolving that confusion.
He sighed again.
"Is everything alright, Midoriya-Kun?"
Shit, shouldn't bring down the mood.
He gave his worried-looking Vice Rep a smile.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Just that false alarm earlier today."
Yaoyorozu nodded in understanding, "It was absolutely riotous in the cafeteria today. Luckily, Iida-Kun saw that the alarm was just triggered by the reporters and managed to inform everyone, but I'm still somewhat shaken myself. To think that U.A. of all places would be breached…"
She began to look somewhat uncomfortably off to the side.
Ah shit, the vibe is continuing to deteriorate. Damage control. NOW!
Izuku gave her another smile, this one with more teeth and sunshine, and said "Hey, it could've been a lot worse, but it wasn't. No point thinking about what it mighta been, that's just an easy way to wreck your health."
Fuck, I'm a hypocrite.
That was something he did every night.
The words seemed to do the trick, though.
Yaoyorozu returned his smile with one of her own.
It was nice, pretty.
He liked her smile.
"You're right. Nothing left to do now but move forward. Thank you, Midoriya-Kun."
"Feel free to just call me Izuku. All my friends do."
"Oh? And are we friends?"
"Well, we're going to be spending a lot of time together, so I hope we could be."
"Well, in that case, I hope so too, Izuku-Kun."
"Thanks, Mochi."
"Mochi?"
"Yeah, cuz you're sweet. like Mochi!"
And because of two jiggly, mochi-like accessories on her person, but Izuku wasn't foolish enough to mention his second reason.
"You are just-"
"Handsome, charming, lovely?"
"Incorrigible!"
"That was my next guess, I swear!"
"Oh, stop it!" Despite her statements, she was trying and failing to stifle her laughter.
"Look! You're even turning pink like Sakura Mochi!"
"Oh, hush you!"
That day, in a deserted classroom after school, Izuku made a new friend while filing paperwork for a school trip later that week.