Both boths are training so hard, for different reasons, they have barely spent any time together for the entire ten months.
I have so many ideas for this character...
But what do you think, this or a twin? Which feels better. The beginning here is a tad weak, I am rushing it a bit... but it also works given how hard he is training.
Ten Months after being born
Flexing, Mikumo looked in the mirror and saw how utterly different he looked since he was first created. His body had rippling thick muscles, his eyes were brighter with remnants of emotions that he was finally gaining, and he just felt more alive than before. His hair was longer too, long enough to have a small braid in the back. Smiling, though it still felt false, he walked out of his room while putting on his academy shirt.
He saw Izuku at the door, waiting for him. "You ready?"
"Yup, you ready to get your ass kicked at the exams?" Izuku choked, looking at him with shock. "What, you may not like cursing but I kind of like it. Being called all sorts of nasty names for having no quirk has sort of made me a connoisseur of curse words."
To his pleasure, Izuku giggled a little with anxious laughter. "It's so weird, having a twin now... you look so much like me but you are nothing like me."
"It's weirder since I remember being you, acting like you and yet I feel none of your old feelings. Trust me I think I win the weird contest here." They shared a moment, one of laughter and warmth. "Let's go..." and then they left, together to their new destiny.
It took about twenty minutes by train but soon enough they were at UA, walking together up to the beautiful building, side by side. Izuku hadn't shared much, like if or how he got One for All or anything, which kind of stung, especially when Mikumo shared his own training efforts. How he finally beat Naomi in a fight, how he moved up the ranks and won several matches starting around month four, how he could hit almost any stationary target with his gun, how he got really good with first aid and could do all sorts of fun flips, falls and more. It was a fun start but his brother just looked at him as if he was humoring him, kind of rude actually... though to be honest, Mikumo knew he may have been looking into things.
And Yet he doubted that he was. He had a feeling, since he had Izuku's memories, that Izuku was so used to being looked down at for being Quirkless that he too may have started to doubt the potential of those without a quirk. It was actually really likely that his brother genuinely did not think he could be a hero without a quirk...
Something he would happily disprove!
"Stupid Deku!" They both froze at the familiar, and hateful voice of one Katsuki Bakugo. Izuku fell into panic immediately, but Mikumo turned into hate. Memories of the Swan Dive comment, of a lifetime of abuse and belittling, and more burned in his heart. He turned to Bakugo with so much hate in his eyes that the other boy actually recoiled... though it may have also been from seeing two Izuku's... "There are two of you?"
"Cloning Quirk." Mikumo stepped closer, eye coldly staring down the bully. "I am meaner, and a lot tougher than Izuku. He still wants to be your friend, I don't care enough for that. Try me, keep up your shit, I dare you. I will put you down, happily." He put out a hand, stopping Izuku's panicked comments. "Stay away from us, both of us, Katsuki."
Turning, he pulled his brother away and along, ignoring the startled look in Katsuki's eyes, and never seeing the hate that smoldered deep inside.
"Why did you do that?" Izuku begged. "Now he's going to be worse, and besides he's out friend!"
Turning, he gaped at his brother. "Are you dumb? He is a sociopathic piece of garbage that did nothing but hurt us our entire lives. He was never our friend, I can literally think of no single memory where he wasn't an abusive dick. How can you call him our friend?"
Izuku gaped. "But he's Kaachan..."
"A dumb name you gave while desperate for some kind of connection when we had none... It doesn't matter now. He is garbage, and you are going to stop... or if you don't, dealing with his abuse is on you. I refuse to be hurt because your refuse to care for yourself."' Turning on heel, he marched into the school, determined and pleased with himself for listening to the ideals as they flooded his mind. He had the memories of a life time of abuse, and the clarity of mind to see how... utterly screwed it all was. He refused to be like Izuku, the perpetual victim... He refused to be abused by someone and call them friends.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write. I have countless ideas for this character...
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
