I'm having way too much fun writing this.
In case you haven't realized, in this story-Everyone is going be OP/Broken beyond belief.
Please comment ideas for OP versions for the characters-Plot Armor for Izuku was just a happy accident.
Enjoy the chapter and thanks for reading!
The train station buzzed with the usual hussle and bussle of Japan, the short and timid Midoriya simply being pushed around by the crowds. He still wasn't used to his new, buff state, but he would have to be in order to be ready for the entrance exam. It was coming up in a few days. As far as training goes, he had already cleaned up Takoba Beach in a week or two. He could tell that his stamina was getting better, either because of his Plot Armor, or because he was actually getting stronger. His plan for today was simply to jog a few miles and workout after dinner.
The train stopped, shrieking to a halt. The crowds poured out as usual. After stepping out of the train car, Midoriya double-tied his new, red sneakers and headed off in no particular direction. He sighed as he briskly ran. He wasn't even sweating. Would it kill his Quirk to give him the satisfaction of a struggle? He had to admit that feeling as fit as he was had made him feel empty inside. Although, on the bright side, nothing could possibly stop him from saving someone now. He smiled as he continued to run past buildings. He could actually be the next Symbol of Peace.
"Sup, NERD!" Bakugo stepped out from the mysterious alley nearby. Midoriya slowed down. He watched as Kacchan glared at him with wide eyes. "You should know, DEKU–It's illegal to juice on the exams, so I don't know what you're trying to pull on me–"
"W-What?!" Midoriya instinctively put his arms out in defense. "I'm not taking steroids, it's just my Quirk! It made me buff!"
Instantly, Bakugo sprung to life, his anger exploding. He jumped at Midoriya, tackling him to the ground. "SO, YOU CAN LIE TO ME, DEKU?" The young man showed a toothy grin. "YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?"
Midoriya's eyes were filled with fear, despite the fact that he had punched All-Might not too long ago. As with most cases with anxiety, his dread of Kacchan was not circumstantial. His bullying had scarred him for life. But remembering that event with All-Might, he formed a ghost of a smile on his face. "Y-Yes."
"YOU LITTLE!" Bakugo went in for a swing at his face. Right hook, as usual. Closing his eyes, Izuku cringed as he heard a cracking nose, but no pain in his body. A loud, girly scream filled his ears. He opened his eyes to see Kacchan on the ground, his hand bent backwards. "YOU—" Midoriya watched as tears formed in Bakugo's eyes. "-THAT WAS MY FAVORITE HAND!"
"I'm sorry!" Deku stepped over, snapping his hand back into place.
"AGGHHHH!" Bakugo's red eyes burned into Midoriya's soul. "You freak! What kind of Quirk is that?"
Midoriya smiled nervously. "Well, if you need someone to train your Explosion against…"
"OH, DON'T WORRY DEKU, I'LL TRAIN MY EXPLOSIONS ON YOU!" He raised his left hand and watched as glitter shot out of his hand. "What the–" He turned to glare at Deku again.
"Sorry, my Quirk, Plot Armor is a bit insane."
"No kidding."
