Izuku sat patiently on the train ride back up to the school for his second day at U.A. He was quietly listening to the various conversations on the train as he ignored that Bakugo was sitting not to far from him and glaring daggers. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"
Looking up, Izuku recognized the girl as Jirou from his class, moving his bag, he opened the seat next to him. "Absolutely," he smiled at the teen. "Be awful rude of me to hold two seats when I don't need to."
"Thanks, so uh, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not Japanese, are you," Jirou blatantly asked.
"Well no, not really, I've lived here almost my whole life," Izuku answered.
"And before that," Jirou questioned.
"I guess you could say I was an orphan," Izuku admitted, a truthful statement but not one that reveals too much about his past.
"Oh gosh," Jirou blushed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know," she covered her face in her hands and groaned about how much of a faux pas she made.
"It's okay, I never really knew my birth parents and my mom and dad have been amazing to me," Izuku said placatingly as he patted her on the back.
"That's pretty good at least," Jirou smiled.
"Yeah, I really lucked out that they found me," Izuku shrugged. "I mean uh, adopted me," he quickly corrected and hoped she would press the slip up.
Deciding that she was already awkward enough, Jirou put that little tidbit into the back of her mind as she directed the conversation in another direction. "So strong as All Might huh?" she asked.
"Well, I wouldn't say that, he's pretty amazing," Izuku looked into the distance and with his enhanced vision and a bit of X-ray's could see the teachers at U.A. in a meeting. "But I can hold my own."
"So is that your quirk then, just makes you really strong," Jirou questioned further.
"Not exactly," Izuku replied.
"Man, you really don't like answering questions directly do you?"
"Aheh, maybe that's my quirk then," Izuku chuckled.
"Pfft, you're kind of a dork," Jirou giggled.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Izuku began to laugh along with the girl.
"Welcome to Foundational Hero Studies," All Might said as he calmly entered the room. "Today, we put our first foot forward on the long journey towards being heroes." He pulled out a remote and pushed a button and the students watched as the wall flipped out to reveal numbered cases. "In those boxes are your costumes, the symbol that you will show to the world, they are your armor and, in many cases, your first weapon against the evildoers of the world, now, come to Site B after changing into them." The pro-hero shouted as he quickly dashed out of the building.
"Dude, snrk," Kaminari suppressed a laugh. "I think you got the suit inside out, bwahaha," the blonde said as he doubled over laughing.
"No, this is how it's supposed to be," Izuku replied in confusion.
"Where did you get the idea of underwear on the outside," Mineta joined Kaminari in laughing at his classmate, ignoring that he was wearing a glorified diaper.
Rolling his eyes as he knew he'd get some chuckled at his choice of outfit, he pulled up the bright red boots and clicked the yellow belt. "Whatever, I'll meet you guys out there," he said as he walked out the door.
"Young Midor…pfft," All Might stopped himself as he covered his face with his clipboard. "What an... interesting costume."
"Not you too," Izuku groaned as the others started to come out to the field, with a few of the guys snickering at Izuku's costume. Some of the others also found it amusing to see him standing there in blue and red spandex.
"Ahem," All Might cleared his throat as he tried to avoid looking at Izuku. "If everyone is ready?"
"Oh wait," Izuku said. "I forgot something," he said as he floated off the ground. "I'll be right back." Before anyone could respond, Izuku rocketed off into the distance.
"Did he just... fly..." Sato gaped, but in the time it took others to process this new information, Izuku was already visible in the horizon on his way back.
"Sorry, I needed the cape," he said as he slowly floated back to the ground, the massive red cape billowing around him.
Jirou whistled in appreciation at how the light framed Izuku well as he softly landed on the ground.
"Well, Young Midoriya, if you are so eager to show off," All Might said. "You can be the demonstration."
"Aww man," Izuku slumped as he knew All Might was just teasing him.
"Now class, Young Midoriya here is strong, fast and, as you have just seen, capable of flight," All Might said as he gestured to Izuku. "Now, how would you approach fighting someone like him?"
"Blow him the fuck up," Bakugo snarled from the back.
"A ranged assault," Momo raised her hand. "If his capabilities are physical than putting him at a distance is the easiest solution, because he'd have no way to attack or defend himself," she proudly stated.
All Might nodded.
"Not a bad idea, plenty of villains have used that same approach against myself, to varying degrees of success." Momo wore a smug smiled at the praise for her answer. "However," All Might amended, "that will only work if you know your opponent's full capabilities."
"What?" Momo's grin fell as she was unsure why All Might had corrected her.
"Izuku, think fast!" All Might shouted as he hurled his clipboard into the distance. Izuku, however, had anticipated this was coming, as All Might and Nejire loved to play this game with him.
Startled for a second, the class watched as Izuku's eyes glowed a harsh red light as he fired twin beams of light that sliced the wooden board into three pieces when it struck.
"Really," Izuku folded his arms.
"Ahahaha, I love doing that," All Might wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, now I need a new clipboard." He frowned as he realized he was without the prop. "Anyway, the purpose of today's lesson is that you may not know the full capabilities of a villain you come across and while it's good to have plans, sometimes they can quickly turn bad if you assume too much about your opponent." All Might sheepishly turned to Izuku who rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I'll go and get you a new clipboard," he said as he ran back into the school.
"Now, then, I'll begin to separate you into teams so you can then battle with each other," All Might proudly said.
"Uh sir," Kaminari raised his hand. "You didn't tell us, how would one of us beat Midoriya?"
"You don't," All Might ominously said.
"Here you go All Might," Izuku said as he stopped next to his teacher and presented him with the clipboard.
"Excellent," All Might smiled at his class. "Let's begin."
"I kind of think this is unfair," Iida mentioned to Bakugo. "Not that I doubt our abilities, but Midoriya seems to be quite a powerful individual."
"He's a cheating nerd who can't do anything," Bakugo seethed as he paced angrily on the fifth floor. "This is all some kind of trick and I'm going to send that green haired piece of shit to hell for this prank he's pulling."
All Might, in the booth with the rest of the 1-A students, had forgone looking at the monitors and began to buff his nails instead.
"Uh, sir?" Sero questioned.
"Huh, oh yeah," All Might said absentmindedly as he pushed a button on the microphone. "Begin."
"So, what's the plan?" Uraraka asked as she stood next to the now seemingly imposing Midoriya.
"Well, they were on the fifth floor, Bakugo just left to go find us so he's coming to the ground floor as fast as he can, Iida is waiting up there, angry that Bakugo forsook the advantage of teaming up against me, but he's trying to at least protect the "nuke"," Izuku airquoted.
"How do you know all this?" Uraraka asked.
"Oh, I have hypersensitive hearing and can see through solid objects," Izuku admitted.
"Your quirk is kind of... overpowered," Uraraka hummed.
"Well, I'll go intercept Bakugo, he's not going to really care that you got past him, so.. how about you just head on up to the fifth floor and touch the device so this can be over?" Izuku suggested.
"Couldn't you just fly up there and end it now?" Uraraka asked the obvious question.
"Sure I could, but then what would you or Iida learn from this exercise?" Izuku answered with his own question. "Not that I can't learn anything from this either, but it seems that Bakugo has some aggression he wants to work out on me, so I figure I should deal with that first," Izuku said as he nudged Uraraka out of the path of the angry blonde who flung himself around the corner and exploded his quirk point blank in Izuku's face.
"Oh my god," Jirou shouted as she and the others watched as what they assumed was the murder of their classmate.
"He's fine," All Might said without even looking up. "He's had worse."
The class watched as the smoke cleared and Izuku was completely unscathed by the attack.
"You're going to need to try harder than that, Kacchan," Izuku rolled his shoulder and flicked Bakugo away from him down the hall and into another room.
"Sir," Shoji raised one of many hands. "Should we be worried that Midoriya will grievously injure Bakugo?"
"Nah, kid's got good self-restraint, he hid his powers for almost all his life. I don't think he'll have trouble avoiding any serious injuries." All Might waved off the concerns.
"Fuck," Bakugo roared as he leveled another blast at Izuku's chest, which did nothing to slow him down. "Why. Won't. You. DIE!"
"Why do you think I have to die, Kacchan?" Izuku asked as he slowly walked forward, putting Katuski on the defensive. "What did I ever do to you to garner such hatred, when we used to be friends?"
Bakugo kept backing up as continue to use his quirk on the unstoppable green-haired boy. "Because you looked down on me and now I know why, you thought you were better than us," Bakugo hissed as he peppered more blows onto Izuku. "Laughing at us the entire time for not being the same as you."
"I never laughed at you," Izuku calmly stated. "You were my friend; I would never do that to you."
"Then why, dickhead, did you hide that you are more powerful than fucking ALL MIGHT!" Bakugo screamed.
"Because I had to," Izuku admitted. "What would my life have been like if every person knew a child had all these powers? What would the adults have done to control it for themselves? It's my power and no one else's, and I shouldn't be forced to let other people decide how I use it."
The students in the tent listening intently at the conversation, as a boy with bi-colored hair contemplated on the words that resonated with him. For many of them the idea of hiding their quirks was inconceivable, but they also thought about how vast the chasm between their powers were and Izuku's.
"So that's it, you just didn't want to bother," Bakugo spat as he caught his breath from exerting himself in his onslaught. "Didn't think it worth the time to show off."
"That's precisely why I didn't," Izuku shouted. "You used to be such a nice boy, and then you turned four and got your Quirk. After that, everyone was praising you and YOU decided that everyone else was beneath you, you decided that it was more important to be seen as tough that you bullied everyone into worshiping you or avoiding you for years. None of what you accuse me of doing is something I did," Izuku poked Bakugo in the chest, sending him sprawling across the room. "That was all you."
Bakugo was seething in anger as he was talked down to be Deku. It wasn't enough that Deku was unphased by his every attack, but that on top of all of that, it was apparently his fault that he acted the way he did. That the changes he had gone through were what was the cause of the problems. It infuriated him to even entertain those notions because if they were right then Deku didn't do anything wrong and the problem firmly laid at his feet, this couldn't stand. "Fuck you," Bakugo spat as he shakily stood up and aimed his gauntlet at Izuku.
When he pulled the pin, the students in the tent felt the quake from there. The screens were all shaking as they tried to capture an image of what was going on in the room. "Holy shit," Mineta gasped as he saw that the room that previously was filled with thick stone pillars was reduced to rubble with a massive hole blown in the side of the wall. And yet standing there, as if the attack was no more than a stiff breeze, was Izuku.
"Why... didn't... that... work?" Bakugo wheezed as he felt his arm shake from the recoil of the attack.
"It doesn't matter why it didn't work," Izuku shook his head. "It matters why you think you had to do that? Why did you stop being my friend, Kacchan?"
"Because you fucking looked down on me you asshole," the blonde swore as he stomped forward to Izuku.
In response, Izuku quickly swept Bakugo into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he calmly stated not allowing his former friend to escape his grip.
"Let me go," Bakugo squirmed in anger trying to find a way out of his enemy's arms.
"I'm sorry I made you feel bad and didn't realize it. I'm sorry I lost my friend," Izuku said as he looked past Bakugo into the horizon.
"Dammit, you're not supposed to do that," Bakugo hissed. "You don't get to apologize like that means anything."
"But I should," Izuku replied. "I did something, knowingly or not, that made you feel bad, the least I can do is apologize."
Bakugo growled and started pounding his fist into Izuku's side... for all the good it did.
"Hero team wins!" All Might's voice called out. "Congratulations everyone, now come on back."
Up on the fifth floor, Uraraka and Iida were panting as they had just played the most intense game of keep away of their lives.
"So, why," Iida wiped his lip of spittle. "Didn't Midoriya come up and win this himself?"
"I think... oh jeez," Uraraka huffed and wheezed. "He and that Bakugo kid, have some... history and he... wanted to... wow we ran around a lot... talk things out or something," Uraraka guessed.
"He seems like a really nice guy," Iida stretched.
"Yeah he does," Uraraka blushed faintly.
"Let me go, Deku," Bakugo grumbled as Izuku carried him out of the building. "I will murder you for this, and then everyone else to cover it up, there will be no survivors!"
"Okay," Izuku hummed and dropped his friend.
"I hate you, so much," Bakugo hissed as he entered the tent and ignored the rest of his classmates.
"So, how'd it go?" Izuku asked, smiling as he stepped into the tent.
"Dude, that was so manly," Kirishima shouted. "What are you made of?"
"Uh, meaty, flesh stuff?" he answered the question in the same manner as the last time.
"Smooth," Jirou covered her mouth as she chortled.
Izuku rubbed the back of his head, inadvertently knocking loose some dust and rubble that had gotten stuck in his thick black locks.
"Sorry about that everyone."
"Well, I think we still have time for the last group," All Might said as he motioned with his head for the remaining four students to participate in the activity.
Izuku was given a chance to sit back and watch his classmates, and it felt nice to be a part of a group, even if he was still different, but that didn't mean he had to feel different. Given the chance, Izuku was sure he'd be a great hero and friend one day.
Author's Notes: Been a while since I've done an AN. So I had this chapter edited by another person, which is probably why it doesn't read like garbage, so thanks to Miguel for doing that, he did a good job.
Let's address a couple of reviews.
darkprince9080: I am well aware some of Superman's feats, any I plan to keep him closer to Superman: The Animated Series in terms of power, which is still already far stronger than all but the most powerful of quirk users, but that's just kind of how Kryptonian's are.
Guest: Unfortunately, I was requested to do a different pairing for this story, so unless things change it won't end up with Izuku/Momo
dark-feel: Did anyone care about it in the canon series? I get that it's unfair but that's not an aspect I ignore in most of my stories because it shows a bigger problem that's a part of their society.
I think being that this is my second DC crossover with BnHA, with Cosmic Hero being another, I will aproach the broader extraterrestrial elements differently, because what would be the point if Izuku curb stomps everyone because no one is on his level or can figure out a way to do anything to him.