AN: I don't own My hero academia or the characters form the other animes that will be appearing.
Semi important note: Well…this wasn't the chapter I was planning to present at all. What happened to the other one? Well to make a long story short I wasn't happy with it, so I scraped it and will try again. But I know I've left this for way too long, so I decided to use this piece that has been ready for a while. This was supposed to be a chapter later but things a happened. So instead of moving forward were going back. Yes you read right. All the way to Izuku's days finally being accepted into the hero course as a detective student. Truth be told this is inspired by the song do it for him/her form Steven Universe. At any case hope you lot enjoy.
Last time… Once Izuku was forced into the battle field he took control. With his leadership they were able to take down one of their villains (for now) He then proceed to split the students into teams. But we're not continuing that storyline. Nope time to go backwards. Let's go!
Do it for them
It's been only a few days since Izuku was permanently accepted into Shiketsu high's hero class despite being a detective student. During those days he wanted to get stronger for his classmate's sake and his own. With him being quirkless he must think of other ways to help them. He doesn't want to be a burden. No matter how hard they try to convince him otherwise. 'You're fine as you are', they say. No. He's not. He must improve his techniques so that he won't be some damsel in distress once he faces a villain. With his chosen line of work, it's bound to happen eventually. Most likely sooner rather than later. That's how he ended up like this: with his face in the dirt and his body bruised.
"Come now Izuku my boy. I've taught you better than this."
Izuku's tired eyes glanced up at the man looming over him. This man has been his sensei way before he became his actual teacher. That doesn't make his teachings any less brutal. "In my defence Arata sensei. When you first taught me, it was 10 months' worth of cleaning a beach of trash, a few martial arts move as well as the bare basics of swordplay. I highly doubt that's enough experience to fight you head on sir."
Arata laughed at his precious student's complaint. "Oh, come now, my boy. How else are you going to learn if you can't fight a real opponent?" Izuku just blatantly glared at his sensei without saying a word. With a sigh, Arata tried to think of something else they could do. "Humm...I guess we should go back to the basics." Arata pointed at his felled student allowing him to glow blue. Soon after he stood upright and with a word in and floated to his sensei. He looked down at the boy as he held up his index finger. "Remember the reason why you fight Izuku. You're doing it for them. And you'd do it again. You do it for him...cough...cough...I meant to say you'd do it for them."
Arata blushed at his small blunder as Izuku giggled at the sight. "Ok, sensei. What should I do?" He said with a thin layer of sass beneath the surface.
His sensei raised an eyebrow at this student's unexpected tease. Elegantly, he waltzed behind him placing his hands on his arms. Then he kicked his legs apart; forcing the boy to squat down. "Keep your stance wide and your body low. This will allow you to move easier when the fight gets heated. Also, whilst you're moving forward balance is key. Now watch me." Izuku turned around and watched his sensei take on a similar position to the one he was in. He placed one foot in front of the other so fluently it looked like he was performing some sort of dance. "Right foot. Left foot. Once you get the hang of that, go faster." He performed the same steps as fast as he could hopping from toe to toe. Izuku couldn't help but watch in awe. He trotted backwards with the same swift movements. "And when you're moving backwards, "Swiftly he spun around catching poor Izuku off guard. He fell on the impact of their two blades colliding. The next thing the boy knew there was a blade to his nose. His eyes shifted upwards to meet his sensei's stern gaze "...keep your eyes on your opponents. Always." He lowered his downs and plumages it an inch in the ground. "Your turn."
Shivering at the coldness of his sensei's voice, Izuku picked up his blade and tried to mimic his sensei's previous actions. First things first he must get the correct stance, "Keep my stance wide and body low." He briefly glanced back at his sensei seeking approval.
A stern look awaited him, as Arata nodded once, "yes."
Izuku glanced back in front of him imagining an opponent was there in the empty space. Uncertainty, he made his first step. "When I'm moving forward."
"Concentrate!" Arata spat so suddenly it made Izuku jump. "Don't you want them to live?"
Hearing his master's displeasure, Izuku straighten his body and tried to move more fluently. However, he was thinking too much so instead of flowing his movements were stiff. "Left foot, right foot."
Arata shook his head at the poor sight. He marched up to his student going to give him a stern talking too. "Yes, but you need to put your whole body into it. In the heat of battle, there's no room for hesitation. You need to give everything you got from beginning to end." He strikes the boy with his blade. Izuku only just managed to block. His eyes were shocked open by the closeness of the blade. Sighing at the sight, Arata redrew his sword back. "Listen Izuku, the battlefield is nothing but chaos. You can't afford to hesitate. You'll have nothing out there. You can't rely on someone else's strength. You won't know that you'll have it." He grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly and forced him to look at him dead in the eye. "But there are some things you can count on no matter what." He tapped a finger on the boy's chest smiling all the while, "your emotions. They say you shouldn't bring them in a fight, but I find they help me greatly. They make me feel alive like this fight is worth fighting." He then held out his sword. "Then there's your sword. Other than your body this will be your only physical weapon in battle. Use it wisely." Then he tapped his head while giving the boy a smirk. "Finally, there's your mind, your strongest weapon. When you fight out think them. Now again."
With a nod, Izuku became more determined than before. With a little more confidence, he swung his sword down and practice his footwork. Though still slightly stiff he was getting the hang of it. He kept chanting those words in his head: left foot. Right foot
"Good Izuku now faster." As requested Izuku picked up the pace stop chanting in his head. "Don't think just do." The boy tried but he couldn't. The chanting made him focused. "If you have to think of something think of the life you'll have when it's all over. The memories you'll make. The happiness you'll feel! Remember you're doing this for him...I mean them. You'll do it for them."
"Well, well, well what do we have here?" A sly redhead strolled into the scene with two of his friends lagging behind him.
Izuku straightened up in surprise. "Akabane hey, what are you doing here?" he as in a shaky voice.
Karma's fox grin grew wider, "what's wrong? Scared of little old me? P.S Karma is just fine "
"Knock it off, Karma," his little boyfriend ordered as he elbowed his side.
Yuko was the last to stroll in. "Practising, swordplay?" She asked blankly.
"Well yeah, I'm not very good though. Still getting used to the basics," Izuku explained with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, Shiota. From what I understand you are also good with a blade." Their teacher cut into their small chat with a bit of his own. He floated between them giving most of his attention to the small blue-haired boy. "Do you mind giving a bit of your time. I'll like Midoriya to have a spar with a real opponent. One who knows what's they're doing?"
Nagisa gulped at the request but smiled none the less. "I know a bit of kendo is that's what you mean. Sure, hand me a sword and we can get started." He then felt a poke on his arm and found his smaller but older friend Yuko handing him a wooden blade. "Oh thanks, Yuko."
The girl had another blade extra and handed that over to Izuku. "If you're going to practice using a fake blade. A real one might be too advanced and could cause trouble if not trained properly."
With a small nod, Izuku accepted the wooden blade. "Thank you."
The two boys faced each other with their fake blades in hand. Their classmates waited in the side-lines for the moment they would clash. Their sensei, on the other hand, played as referee. "Alright, boys let's have a nice clean fight but still I expect nothing but your best. On three," he raised an arm to the sky. "1...2...3..." his a dropped and the two dashed at each other.
Izuku was first to attempt a strike. He thrusted his blade with as much fury he could muster. However, Nagisa was fast as well as nimble. He easily dodged the strike with a few quick moments. Izuku didn't falter and continued his unforgiving assault. Still, Nagisa stayed calm as he wore his signature sweet smile. Something was very wrong with that smile. It looked so innocent yet not at the same time. What's going on? He wondered. He could shake that uncomfortable feeling.
The minutes rolled and neither side has yet managed to get a hit on the other. The quirkless boy was still on the offensive while the calmer blue-haired boy stayed on the defensive. Unfortunately for Izuku, he was running out of steam. He won't last long and Nagisa knew it. He just needed an opportunity. While Izuku thought he was going fast, and he was for a quirkless boy his age, but in Nagisa's eyes he was slow. He was getting slower. Eventually, he saw his opening. His once innocent eyes perked up to predatory as he homed in on the spot. Now!
Izuku's blood ran cold as he felt something. It was murderous. His entire body froze and the next thing he knew there was Nagisa smiled sweetly at his face with his wooden blade at his neck. He stumbled backwards at the sudden closeness. "What...what was that?"
With slightly blushed cheeks Nagisa glanced off the side. "Sorry about that. I wasn't really fair of me to use my quirk on you," he apologised while twiddling with the wooden blade.
Izuku blinked several times trying to comprehend what just happened. "Wait that was your quirk?" He questioned excitedly. His bright green eyes sparkle and shine as he tried to hold back the excitement he was feeling. "That's amazing! What does it do? Some sort of temporary paralysis? No that's not it. I'm pretty sure I could still move. Something that attacks you mentally? Yeah, that sounds about right yet not at all. What's it called by the way? Are there any other side effects? How is it activated?"
"Hang on, hold it that," Nagisa asked since he couldn't keep up with Izuku's constant muttering. "Your kind of right on the mental thing. Depending on the person they could react in different ways. As for its name..." he couldn't look at the smiling boy in the eye. His quirk's name is more than a little unsettling. He didn't want to scare him. "It's pretty embarrassing really. My old junior high teacher gave it to me when it learnt more about it."
Soon Yuko walked in to save her little friend form the awkward situation he was in. "Nagi, we need to go. We can't keep our fathers and your uncle waiting long."
Slightly surprised he glanced at the time. "It that time already? Oh man, we really should get going."
"No please take your time. Take all the time you could possibly need and more."
Yuko eyed the redhead for his words. "Kit. We will see them whether you like it or not. They just got back from their mission and as their next to kin it is only polite to greet them for their return."
"But I don't want too."
Smack!
"Like you had a choice." This time around Yuko smacked the boy so hard he went unconscious. She readjusted the strap of her guitar case before hauling the kit over her free shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Alight let's go."
"I'm sorry I made you guys late. It sounds really important." Izuku apologised with a bow.
Nagisa copied his actions. "It's ok Midoriya. I'm sorry I didn't give you a fair fight. I shouldn't have used my quirk on you. It's pretty much instincts now."
"It's alright I had fun. I'd like to know more about when you have time."
With those shining, hopeful, green eyes glaring back at him. Nagisa just couldn't say no. "Sure. It's not a problem."
"That was a wonderful fight Shiota. Now I know exactly what to do to have Izuku improve. If you don't mind sometime soon could you spare with Midoriya again?"
"Not a problem, sensei."
After that, they said their goodbyes and once again Izuku and Arata were alone. "Well, I think that ends our training session for today. Make sure to practice your footwork and watch some horror movies." Izuku turned to him with a what? Expression. Footwork he understands. He needs practice and a lot of it to even come close to the strength of his peers let alone his sensei. But horror movies came out of nowhere. With a small wink, Arata explained: " Nagisa quirk affects a person's senses by attacking the mind as well as emotion. However, from what I could feel, the main emotion he provokes is fear. Therefore, in theory, the more use to fear you are the less effective his quirk is. You'll need to know as much as you can on your opponent for the next time you fight."
Now it makes more sense. Yes, he's right if he wants to win, he needs to use all his resources and learn more about his opponent Nagisa Shiota. "I'll do my best sir."
Many days pass and the fruits of Arata's extra training started to show. Izuku was gradually getting faster more agile. All that muscle build-up work was starting to pay off. Each of the boy's swings was strong. Strong enough to brake something and his grip was tight. It won't be easy for him to lose his blade. Eventually came the faith day for a rematch. Nagisa had agreed to duel him again. So here the two are: Nagisa with his calm almost unreadable expression and Izuku stern and focused. They each planned to win. Once again, Arata nominated himself as referee. "You boys ready?"
"Yes sensei," Izuku answered and he widened his legs. He placed his blade in one hand and pointed it at his opponent as his other arms his folded behind his back.
"As I'll ever be," that was Nagisa's answer as the two widen his stance. He held his sword with both of his hands at an angel.
Arata shifted his eyes from left to right giving both a quick glance. "Well then, BEGIN!"
Once again Izuku struck first and Nagisa stayed on the defensive. After a few minutes, the battle already seemed to be playing a very familiar tune. Karma yawned at its predictability, "Again with the dodging strange man with is going to be boring. It's just going to end the same as last time."
"No kit," Yuko disagreed, "the detective is faster."
Sure enough, when you look closely, he was faster. Fast enough for Nagisa close dodges to be even closer. They almost seemed evenly matched. "So, what? You think he'll win."
"No," Yuko responded almost immediately. Her sharp soulless eyes were completely fixated at the young detective. It was clear to her that he had improve rapidly. It was almost scary. "I'm just saying he has a chance."
The two of them clashed blades one after the other with Nagisa always bouncing backwards. It's no use. His stances are tighter. I can't see and open. He thought as he blocked another hefty blow. The forced of which caused his heels to dig into the ground slightly. His blows were always strong but not like this. He bounced back even further trying to get as much distance as he can. He quickly analysed the situation with the few seconds he had before Izuku caught up. Then he noticed it. I see not only are his stances tighter, but his strikes are precise. He's wasting less energy that way. No wonder his not tired out yet. His stamina might have increased from last time as well. Once again, he was jumping back to get some distance. I don't have a choice but to attack. He patiently waited for his opponent to run close until the right moment comes.
As Izuku charged ahead watching his opponent moments very closely. Finally, he was standing still and seemed ready to attack. It was bound to happen eventually. Then it came Nagisa's first strike. Wood meets woods as the two wooden blades finally collided. They pushed each other back as hard as they could. However, physically, Izuku has the upper hand. He had far more muscle compared to the slander Nagisa. So, if a test of strength is done Izuku would be the clear winner.
Slowly, Nagisa was dragged back from his place. "Damn" he spat between his teeth. There must be something I can do. He glanced around for options and then his was eyes landed on Izuku's hands trembling from the pressure. He then looked at his feet and saw he was slightly leaning forward. His opponent was putting his body weight into this. If I quickly step to the side back, I should be able to trip him. Then I'd get behind him and strike. Now time to put this plan to action. He made one step to the side as expected Izuku start to stubble. As swiftly as he could he slid his way behind him and lifted his blade high and strike it down.
Clang.
An unexpected thing happened. Izuku blocked the attack with ease. He twisted himself fast enough to block it perfectly. Like he was expecting it. Nagisa eyes widened at the action as he gasped to himself. He blocked!?
I blocked? Even Izuku was surprised. Maybe even more so than his opponent. He didn't even know what he did. It wasn't even instincts or was it. It was just the way Nagisa was looking at him. Analysed him. He just thought he would pull something like that for some reason. Now that Nagisa was off guard he can use that to his advantage. He pushed upwards, and the smaller boy easily moved back. Hastily, he tried to strike back but Nagisa was too quick.
The blue haired boy leapt back in retreat with his blade in hand. He huffed quickly as his heart raced at the sudden surge of adrenaline. That was close he thought as he tried to steady his breathing. One second later and I would have lost I need to be careful. He glared at his opponent analysed him once again. He definitely improved since the last him we fought. He glanced back at his sensei and friends. All watched silently in anticipation.
His sensei caught sight of his eyes. He smiled. "Go on Nagisa. I know you want to use it. So, go ahead you have my full approval. I'd like to see how well he'll do against your quirk now that he had the time to analyse it."
"If you say so, sir." He replied in his mind. Slowly he took a deep breath. So then after he wore his signature smile and held his blade off to the side. Casually, he walked towards Izuku with his quirk actives. This time he didn't let anything out but instead kept it all in. "Like an average day walking to school. Just put a smile on."
Izuku was almost thrown for a loop with his new development. It was strange seeing Nagisa walk closer to him so normally. He was strange. That smile of his it was so innocent it was off-putting. Another strange thing is he couldn't feel anything like his. His opponent wasn't there, to begin with. That's when he noticed his movements. He's seen them somewhere before. In training. He saw him use it in training. He drifted his eyes to his weapons. I should be keeping an eye on that but that's the trap. If I tried, then I wouldn't be prepared for what comes next. What I should be keeping an eye on is...
Suddenly Nagisa dropped his blade. He lunged forward swinging his arms in.
His hands!
Smack!
...what? Nagisa stared in utter shock as Izuku caught both off his hands mid-cap. He prevented him from using his signature move. Like he was expecting it. "How? How did you..." he had no time to speak as the quirkless boy quickly gripped one of his arms with both of his hands. The next thing the smaller boy knew he was being sued over the shoulder. His body met the ground with the thud causing him to gasp in pain. Then there was a wooden blade at his neck. Izuku panted heavy as he held in somewhat shakily.
Arata smirked at the results as he raised his arm. "The winner is Izuku Midoriya."
With Nagisa on the ground, there was only one thing that came to mind as Izuku helped him back up. "How did you do that?" The question was confusing to Izuku. "What did you do?" Nagisa's eyes shined with excitement as he twisted his body and sat on his knees. "It was like you knew exactly what I was going to do before I did. Like you could see the future or something."
Rapidly, the boy shook his head and waved his arms around. "No that can't be it. I don't have a quirk remember. They were more like lucky guesses."
"For a lucky guess, they were extremely accurate," Yuko argued as she and the Kit walked closer to them.
Karma was smiling slyly at the sight of Izuku's confused face. "Yeah, you sure you aren't lying about your quirkless. That would be really rude of you."
"I swear I'm not!"
Arata laughed at the scene. It was cute when Izuku gets this flustered. But now, not the time. "I think that will be enough for today. It's getting late I'm sure you three need to go home." He then smoothly slid behind Izuku and placed his hands on his shoulders. "I'll take Izuku here back to the dorms. Ok?" With brief farewells, the group went their separate ways. Along the way, Arata struck a conversation. "That was quite impressive. What you did out there.
Izuku thought back at the battle but no matter how hard he thought he just can't think of a logical reason for it. "I honestly don't know what I did sir. I guessed that's all."
"Oh, that was no simple guesswork my boy," Arata explained. As made a brief stop, the teacher glanced sharply at his student. "That was foresight." That drove the boy for a loop. Foresight? That's impossible he has no such quirk. Before he could argue, Arata cut him short. "Allow me to explain." He spun on the stop and sat now on a patch of grass nearby. He patted the ground next to him and eventually, Izuku took the hint. He sat down on the spot holding his keens to his chest. "Now that I got your attention foresight is a powerful skill that can only be done by the most intellectual of warriors. With your analytical skills, I had a feeling you would have learned it eventually. For the bare bones' explanation, it's basically knowing you opponents next moves by watching their movements. Any slightest action can give you a clue. Then you would respond accordingly. The more you know your opponent, the more you'll see their attack patterns and in turn and the stronger your foresight becomes."
Izuku's eyes widened. It became so clear to him. What he felt in battle. his sensei asking him to learn more about Nagisa his opponent. It was an attempt to develop foresight.
Arata smirked as he read the boy's mind. "Heh. You got me, my boy. Yes, I wanted to see if you could use foresight. Shiota just so happened to be the first test subject. I'm proud to say you passed with flying colours."
"Will I be able to do it to anyone?"
"In theory yes. As you learn to grow and develop that skill through combat, you'll see everyone has a pattern. A certain tell. And these tells can be very similar especially if their untrained or have learned a particular fighting style." Izuku noted that in mind for the future. Looks like all those years of note taking and hero analysis will finally be useful.
Another day of training goes by and Izuku has something he's been dying to ask. "Sensei can I ask you something?" Arata perked up at his student's request. Nervously, Izuku looked dazed down debating whether he should ask. Still, his curiosity got the better of him. "Who is this 'him' you keep talking about." Arata froze to form the question; uncertainty was clear on his face. The quirkless boy shrugged back at the sight. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked."
The hero held his hand up to stop his apology. "It's fine. You'll find out about him sooner or later." Longingly, he looked ok out in the distance while touching something beneath his clothes. The outline of the precious object made his heart have a mixture of happiness and sadness. Carefully, he took it out. It was a faded golden lock with a star indent at its heart. It bore a small crystal there that shone in the light with colours of the rainbow. He clicked it open and there laid a picture of himself with another man smiled weakly at the camera. His skin was sickly white, yet his green eyes been with life. His shoulder length hair was a light lime colour as his face bore countless freckles much like his young student. Izuku looked curiously at the image taking in every piece of detail. "His name was Saisho," Arata started. "He was kind, smart, loving. Always there to help even if they never wanted it in the first place." His smile reaches from ear to ear as he playfully ruffled his student's hair. "Just like someone else I know." He was smiling genuinely for a second, but it soon faded away. He glanced at the picture again. "He was my everything."
Instantly, Izuku regretted asking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.
With a reassuring smile, Arata patted his head. "It's ok, my boy. I planned to tell you about him eventually." He looked up the sky with a smile. "You're a lot like him you know. Just as kind, just as smart and just as loving." He gazed back at his student who gazed intently in return. Gently he stroked the boy's curls. "I look at you and can't help but see him. God damn it I miss him."
Izuku looked down. He had so many questions. So many. But they were all improper. To personal. So, he kept his mouth shut not saying a word. He just listened to his sensei fond memories of him and his beloved. How his smiles would brighten is a day. How kindness melted his cold heart. How he saved his life. "He sounds like an amazing person."
"He was." Soon a smirk formed on Arata's lips. "And to answer a few of your questions yes, he's dead, yes he's my lover and yes we did have a child. Biological even."
Izuku went deep red. "How did you..." All he needed as an answer was his sensei taping his forehead with a smug look. That answered everything. He blushed even harder and grabbed his forehead. "Don't read my mind without permission!"
"Oh, but Izuku how else I'm I supposed to answer your questions if you don't say them aloud?" His smug look grew even smugger with a cheshire cat grin. "But I have to say I didn't think you'd have such a dirty question. We were lovers of course we'd..."
"Don't say it!" Izuku begged. If he gets any redder, he'll burn away from the heat of his cheeks.
"Oh, you're so adorable when you're embarrassed but I wonder. Why were you so defensive? Could it be?" Excitedly he peered nose touchingly close to the boy's face. "Are you also interested in boys Izuku?"
"...WHAT!"
"No need to be embarrassed in fact this is great. I can give you tips. Help you with flirting ohh...could it be you already have someone in mind?"
"NO!"
"Don't lie to me, my boy. I can always..."
"I SWEAR THERE'S NO ONE!"
"Awe there really isn't."
"SEE!"
"Oh well, that can change. When you find someone to let me know immediately. I'll be happy to give my expert advice."
"SENSEI!"
Arata just laughed at his student escalating rage and embarrassment. He just looked too cute with those exaggerated expressions. His laughter eventually died down and was replaced by a solemn almost serious expression. "Oh, by the way, Saisho didn't have a quirk." The redness of his student's cheeks transformed into shocked curiosity. "Just like you, he was quirkless."
Izuku was almost rendered speechless. "He was...like me?"
"Yup quirkless and sickly but I loved him anyway." With a smile, Arata dragged Izuku into a warm embrace. "Just like you."
Izuku didn't move. No, he just leaned into the hug. He hoped one day he can meet his sensei's expectations and hear more about his late lover. Was he the reason he decided to save him that day? A question for another day. Still, he had one thing left to ask. "Do you really think I can do anything? Be someone great and reliable like you. Can I really save anyone even if I'm quirkless?" His lay wet in the corners of his eyes ready to fall at any given moment. It was still a difficult question for him. He still has his doubts. He wants to help so badly but can he really?
Arata gazed at the boy's bruised and blistered hands. He's been working so hard. Harder than anyone else. Just like their first training days back in the summer, he was working do the bone. Yet he still stands up for a second round. He couldn't be prouder. Carefully he took the boy's small battered hands. He gazed into his eyes never looking away, "I know that you know you're not made for all this intense fighting. Without a quirk, you're pretty much defenceless out in the field." Izuku's eyes drop memories of a similar heart-breaking conversation came to mind. Hooking his chin up Arata simply smiled. "But that doesn't mean you're not prepared to try, right?"
With furry, Izuku wiped the tears that dared formed in his yes. Then he grinned as widely as he could,"Of course, I'll do anything for them! I just want to be useful. I don't want to be a burden."
"And there you have it." He playfully slapped the boy's shoulder. "That's your greatest advantage. You're prepared to do whatever it takes to help them. A type of conviction, the type where you're prepared to die, it makes you strong. Do you understand that Izuku?"
His student nodded firmly with a determined look. "Yes, sensei."
The days soon turned weeks as Izuku's rights training carried on. At times he'll spar with his classmates. What was once only Nagisa soon became his small trio of friends. Eventually, he learned their fighting styles to a T and became evenly matched to them despite his lack of a quirk. Though they were still formidable. At least Izuku can get them to sweat. But his most common and hardest opponent was his sensei. His brutality and quirk made him a force to be reckoned with. He gave no mercy to him which made him that much stronger in the end yet weak at the same time. The bruises he gains more before they heal. His hands grew rough with scares and blisters. He grew more tired with each training session giving each day 110%. He couldn't keep up for much longer. After all, everyone has their limits. It just so happens Izuku's limit was walking into the classroom just before lunch was over. "Ah," down he when with on energy left to spend.
"IZUKU!" His classmates screamed as they rushed to his side.
"What happened?"
"Elder sister he needs medical aid."
Immediately, from the sound of her name. The class medic cut herself through the crowd of worried students. "Allow me." Mikoyasha cradled the boy in his arms and inspected him the best she could. The standouts his where the bruises on his body, the bags in his eyes and the paleness of his skin. "You're overworked, Izuku," she diagnosed. "What have you been doing to get this...bad?" She asked as she began her healing process.
Izuku rolled his eyes away and laughed nervously, "nothing much."
"He's been doing extra training with sensei," Yuko blurred out.
"Yuko," the quirkless kid hissed beneath his breath.
This caused the girl to tilt her head still with a blank expression. "What's wrong Izuku? It's the truth isn't. I, the kit and Nagi also helped. What's so wrong about that?"
"What is wrong is that my elder sister has to waste her energy healing his wounds," Takako hissed while folding her arms. "Such recklessness is unbecoming of a leader. Honestly, why did Arata sensei choose you? You are not even a hero student," she said somewhat bitterly.
"Don't be so hard on him Takako," Miranda squeaked out. "It's not like he's doing a bad job. He's working hard so shouldn't that be enough." Takako sent a look to the easily frightened girl. She shrieked at the sight and scurried over to the safety of her boyfriend. "I'm sorry," she squeaked while shaking like a leaf. "I'll shut up now."
"You should take better of yourself," Nagamasa advised as he performed his own check-up. He swept up his fringe to see better. "What could have possibly possessed you to ware yourself in such a way?"
"He's doing it for us," Ren sang in a familiar melody. This caused all heads to turn to her, yet she didn't notice and continued anyway. "And he'll do it again. He'll do it for him. That is to say. You'll do it for us~"
The class clapped at her mini performance. She slouched back down her seat at the attention and blushed. "You have a pretty voice Ren," Allen compliments with a reassuring smile. "But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Hay isn't that a song form Steven universe!" Takako asked excitedly with sparkles in her eyes. "That's the one cone and Pearl sings, right?"
The foreign girl nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, I just love that song and could help but use it. Since the words have changed and it not exactly like the original the copyright gods can't touch me! Ha ha ha!" Her classmates stepped away from her and eyed her as if she was growing a second head. It was disturbing, to say the least. She coughed herself back to sanity. "Anyway, that's your answer. He's doing this for us. Isn't he just the best?"
"Is that true Izuku?" Mikoyasha asked as she finished up patching his minor wounds. Her answer was his freckled face lit up with red as he nodded.
Suddenly, Camie jumped in and snatched the boy away. She pressed her body on to his slightly muscular arms purring at their closeness. "Oh, aren't you just the sweetest sweetheart. So cute I just want to eat you up." The already freak out to the point of having a brain malfunction Izuku was just getting worse once the girl's hands started...roaming down some questionable areas. She whispered softly in his ears causing his hairs to stand on end. "For someone with such a cute face, you have quite the body. I bet you can really please a girl." Her body passed on to him even more. The poor boy could help but sweat. He's never been this close to a girl. He barely even talks to any. "How's about we test that theory later."
"No thank you," he squeaked.
"Oh, don't be like that," Camie teased seductively. He then forced his red-hot face to face her. "Come on at least give a girl a kiss."
"NO!" Like a wrecking ball, Ren came crashing down on the two of them. "This is not the ships I have in mind for the two of you."
"The hell, Ren!" Camie yelled as she watched the girl cradle the semi-unconscious Izuku in her arms.
"Sorry, Camie but I can't let you steal Izuku's first kiss. That honour is for ...someone else."
"What are you talking about? Whose..."
"Crap I said too much!" Ren then ran over to Inasa and pushed Izuku onto him. "Here man take Izuku for me. I need to take care of something." She then she dashed off to somewhere who knows were.
"That was wired right?" The whole class agreed with that statement.
Soon attention turned to Izuku as he woke up. Iansa greeted him with a bright smile "MORNING IZUKU! FEELING BETTER?" a little death form the loudness as well as the closeness of Isis voice he only manages a nod to respond. "GOOD."
Izuku looked around at his classmates and noticed someone missing. "Where's Ren."
Right on cue, Ren came waltzing back as if nothing has happened. "Few bullets dodged. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, Izuku is training for our sakes. Isn't that sweet?"
"You already said that," Seiji groaned. He grew tired of this classmates' silly antics. What with Camie's seductive nature and Ren having one of her strange moments... He'll be the guiding force to set them back to cores of the conversation. "Anyhow we were discussing Izuku's recklessness. I agree with Takako and Nagamasa, "stated firmly. "It is very foolish of you to work your body so recklessly. As our class representative, you should know better. Besides, there is no need for you to train so rigorously." That final statement hit Izuku hard. It rubbed him the wrong way. Blankly he stared at his lavenders haired classmate while receiving a similar one from him. "Do forget you are still a detective student, not a hero. Your duty is to find the culprit not fight that. That burden is ours and ours alone. There's no need for you to fight. So please if such an event were to arise let us protect you."
"I refused," Izuku declared firmly. His eyes burned with unique passion as he stared his classmate down. "I'm not going to sand back as you fight for your lives. Especially if I can do something about it." He thinks of the chaos of today's world. Eventually, they will be put into that chaos. They wouldn't have a choice. That's why he's willing to do so much. He wants to ease their burden even if it was just a little. "You guys mean a lot to me. So, I want to help you where I can. That's why I'm doing this. I don't want to be some damsel in need of saving. I don't want to be a burden to you."
Seiji strongly disagreed. "Izuku, it's our job to protect the weak. So, let us do it," he demanded rivalled Izuku's own passion.
But that passion didn't touch him. No. It just made him madder. Izuku gritted his teeth down at the demand. "Did you just call me weak!"
Seiji soon realised his mistake and stumbled back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that..."
"It's because I'm quirkless isn't it," he cried in pain. "It's always because I'm quirkless." Broken in the inside Izuku couldn't help but let his fragile walls fall. For the first time since he's been here, he cried. He cried in front of his whole class just like the weak child that he was. He hated being so weak, but he couldn't help it. " I know I'm just an ordinary quirkless boy. I don't have quirks like yours. I can't turn into a shadow, see the future or capture people like you. I know that." His tears just wouldn't stop falling. His classmates watched in silence as he made his declaration. They honestly had no idea what to say. Still, Izuku's tears weren't enough to make him falter in an endless stream. He faced his classmates with eyes of passion despite the tears they had. "But that doesn't mean I can't fight." He glanced at his bandaged hand. He was glad Mikoyasha didn't heal him completely. These are his scares to bare. Ones he's proud of. He punched his fist out firmly as his stream of tears finally stopped. "I will use my body and gain as many skills as I can to help you guys. With my pathetic existence, I want to make a difference. I want to be there for you guys. So please let me."
His classmates were rendered speechless. They could barely speak a word out. Such a passionate declaration they were in complete awe. The only one tried to break the silence with a tearful clap. "Beautiful just beautiful." Ren cheered with tears in her eyes. "You really are the best Izuku. I don't give a crap about what the polls say. You're number 1 in my book."
Snapping out of his anger, Izuku looks at the ground ashamed. "Sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."
Snapping out of his stunned mind, Seiji shocked his head. "No, if anyone should be apologising it should be me. I was insensitive to your feelings. I'm sorry."
"What's going on here?" Their teacher eventually made his way to class since the break was over. He gazed around his students and couldn't help but note the solemn atmosphere. "Did something happen." They admit to nothing and one by one walked back to their seats. Class began right after as if it never happened.
The school hours rolled by and soon the day ended. Izuku didn't want to face any of his classmates after that small fiasco. Instead, he rushed over to the training grounds and patiently waited for his sensei. But his mind was such a wreck he couldn't think straight. Sitting down and doing nothing just made things worst. So, he started training without him. Simple things like sword swinging. He didn't know how long he was at it.
"Your swings are weak."
Izuku tripped at the sudden voice. He rubbed his aching backside and looked up. There on top of the higher-level balcony was one of his older classmates. "Taisho."
"Please just call me Takako," the blind girl asked as she swung herself off the railing and landed ninja style on the ground. "It would be far too complicated if you were to call me by my family name. There are four of us after all."
"You make a far point," Izuku laughed almost frighteningly with the new appearance of the girl. "Can I ask what are you doing here? Now to sound rude or anything but..."
"As a vice representative, Sensei gave me a message to relay to you. He won't be able to attend. Some hero business popped up." she explained.
"Oh...alright...if that's the case I better go." Izuku snatched up is a sword and was about to rush out. He was only able to make one step before he was stopped.
"Where are you going?" He turned at the coldness of the girl's tone of voice. Even with that blindfold on he could still feel the sharp displeasure of her eyes. "After that declarations you made, I did not think you would give up so early."
"It's not like I can do anything alone. So, there's really no point in me staying."
Takako raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean you are alone?" She questioned somewhat offended. She the grimly placed a hand over her chest. "I am here. I am I not? Let us spare awhile."
The quirkless boy jumped at the suggestion. "You?" He couldn't help but a question. What with Takako's disability it might be a little difficult for her to fight. It almost seemed unfair. "But aren't you?"
"If you are worried about my blindness, I assure there is no need." She assured and readied one of her blades. "My quirk perfectly counters it. Now come at me. Let us see how well Arata sensei has been teaching you."
"Ok? " before he could get another word in someone else or rather a bunch of someone else interrupted.
"Oh, there you are Takako. We've been looking everywhere for you." Aiko waved cheerfully at them as the Taisho twins followed behind her. With a skip in her step, she hopped between her rep and vice rep smiling all the while. "What's you doing?" She asked in a sing-song way.
"We were about to spare."
"Wait a second l didn't."
"Ohh really," the overly happy girl interrupted. "That sounds like fun. I'm not really a sword person but can I play along to?" She asked using sweet little puppy eyes to get her way. "Petty please."
Inu-kage groaned at her childish behaviour. "Training isn't a game you know. It shouldn't be fun, dumbass."
Mikoyasha pinched his arm straightening him up at the sudden pain. "Now brother you know training can be fun too. Especially with the right people." She then turned her attention to the very confused Izuku who was still processing what was going on and how to go about it in his head. She smiled sweetly. "If you don't mind, we would like to join as well."
"I... umm..."
"Oh, darn the Taisho beat us to him." Another voice called out as Karma along with Nagisa and Yuko walked with casually. Karma pouted at the sight of the Taisho siblings having Izuku all to themselves. "No fair it was my turn to take a Whack at Izuku today." Swiftly he got out a new pair of weapons he was working on. Two golden fans with black rims. He fanned one of them out and fanned himself as he sighed. " I was oh so looking forward to it. I got these fans modified and everything. Now I never have to use that dang whip again."
"You can't deny everything of your father's, Kit," Yuko commented coldly. "Besides it's better to be versatile when it comes to weaponry and fighting styles."
The redhead clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "I hate it when you're right."
"Ohh~ what's going on over here?" Then Camie appeared with the feast of the class followed suit. Seductively, she smiled as she glanced at the people around her. "Wow looks like a sweet party going on up in here. We can have so much fun." She needed her way over to the unsuspecting Izuku and wrapped her arms around him. "How's about it, sweetheart. Want a play with me?"
Thankfully, Izuku was saved as the seductive girl was forcefully pulled away from him. "This is a training session, not a party," Yuu groaned as he tossed her careless to the side. "Get your head straight damn it."
"That is no way to treat a lady!"
"What are you talking about I don't see a lady."
"Well, I never..."
The two of them were about to have the battle of the ages. They were ready to tear each other apart. Soon whips of hair tied themselves on their waist and dragged them apart. "Behave yourselves," Nagamasa commanded as he dropped the two students on opposite sides of their group. " we are here to train not to argue." With a flick of his head, Nagamasa flicked is overly long bangs to the side revealing one of his eyes. He aimed it at his frightening representative. "If that's ok with you, Midoriya."
"T-th-at's fine," he stuttered and slowly stepped back. "I'll just come back another time." He was about to make a run for it but soon in a large wall of muscle. He looked up at said wall and saw Inasa widely smiling back at him.
"WHERE YOU'RE GOING IZUKU! AREN'T YOU GOING TO TRAIN WITH US?" He yelled in the quirkless boy's face making his ears ring.
"It's fine I'll just wait for sensei and do it some other time. I don't want to get in your guys' way." He made another attempt to escape the uncomfortable situation he found himself in. However, once again he was stopped. This time with a misshaped hand on his shoulder.
"I think you're missing the point Izuku," Allen cut in and dragged the boy back from running away. He smiled warmly at the boy giving him reassurance. "We want to train with you silly."
That was something he didn't expect to hear. "Training with me?" Although he was getting closer to his new classmates (closer to some than others) he was still rather wary around them. He experienced it too often. The pain of ridicule. To be looked down on. To be forgotten. He knows that these people are different. They are kinder. More accepting. Still he unconscious keeps his guard up in fear of getting hurt. "You really don't need to. I'll just be a burden."
"That seems quite hypocritical of you," Seiji semi-amused as he joined into the conversation. He walked closer to Izuku stopping facing him. He stared deeply into his eyes. "You were the one who said you didn't want to be a burden. You said it yourself. You wanted to be stronger to help us. So let us grow stronger with you," he asked almost sounding like he was begging.
"Everyone." Izuku was in awe as he gazed out at his classmates who smiled brightly at him. He was confused. Never has his classmates wanted to help him. They wouldn't even get close to him. Yet here they all are ready and willing. It was something foreign to him. Something he couldn't quite understand thanks to the years of abuse and neglect from his old school. Why would they what to bother with a quirkless loser talking nonsense. "Why...why would you..."
"Because you'll do it for us. So, will do it for you. You'll do it for us and now we say we'll do it for you," Ren sang as she cut through the crowd. She smiled brightly showing off her teeth. " If you're going to fight for us then we'll just have to fight for you. Got it?"
"You guys..." he can feel the tears welling up again. He was so overwhelmed, but it also felt kind of good. There was only one thing he could say. "Thank you."
Arata watched closely in a safe distance. He had a feeling something like this would happen, so he chose to sand back and let the events flow as they please. He made the right choice he thinks. He liked watching his precious students from afar. They were so lively as they showed each other's tricks as well as how to improve. Of course, Izuku was in the middles of it all happily absorbing everything piece of information. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his big green eyes shining with joy. "They're going to be just fine."
Weeks and months pass and soon a whole semester went by. A lot of things have happened. To this class and to the world and large. But that didn't matter. For each trail that comes their way they grew stronger and the bonds, they slowly started to form with each grew deeper with each passing day. How could they not now that the sword an oath to each other? An oath of protection and friendship. One they refused to break. However, at new trail has appeared and as passed but not without scars. After all, a trail is harder to face on your own.
"Izuku! Are you alright?" His classmates came pouring into the classroom by the gallon. They worried out of their minds. Because of the incident he as being hospitalised for a few days. Now that he's returned, they were firing question after question at him trying to figure out what happened out there.
"Calm down everyone I'm fine. It's not like I'm dead or anything," he tried to joke.
"But you could have, idiot." Seiji easily argued that he was the most worried at of all of them rushed right through and grabbed the quirkless boy by the collar. His heart was racing as he huffed in the other boy's face. "What were you thinking? Facing against such a notorious villain. Alone no less!"
"I wasn't alone," Izuku told the truth. "It's there was a pro-hero there and another student. A hero one I think." But there was one catch. "They were just paralyzed and couldn't do anything. So, I didn't really have much of a choice. If I didn't do anything, they'll be dead," he said with a smile.
"Are you nuts," the lavender-haired boy argued. "You should have called for help!"
"I did but with all the chaos around it was kind of crazy. It took a while for any to respond." He explained with a laughed. "Lucky Endeavour came when he did." He nervously scratched the back of his neck allowing his short uniform sleeves to drop a bit. The revealed a shocking surprise underneath his clothes. A mark on his skin that may never come off.
Sneakily, karma slid by the unsuspecting boy. Then he quickly put up the sleeve with a cheeky grin. There was a scar across his shoulder that seemed to run down at his back. There seemed to be no end to it. Teasingly, Karma whistled in awe. "That's a pretty impressive scar you got there, rep. That guy must have messed you up good."
"You're scared!" Seiji screamed in shock and dismay. "Such a horrendous thing has befallen on you. And you say it's fine!"
"Really I am. it's not like I'm bleeding...anymore
Now the class was even more worried and curious. Although one of them was aggressive enough to act. "TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHIRT!" Inu-kage yelled as he rushed up behind the boy and tired yank off his much to Izuku's dismay.
"Inu! Please! There are girls!" He tied to fight back as well as reason with the dog-eared boy. But the struggle was useless. He was getting his shirt off whether he likes it or not. Inu-kage will make sure off that.
"It's not like we're stripping you naked or anything. Just take the damn shirt off!"
Eventually, the dog boy managed to force the shirt off. Like a girl, out of embarrassment, Izuku tried to hide his upper private parts. He crossed his arms over his flat chest and hunched his back over hiding his front side exposed. This in turn exposed his back for all to see. Revealing the mark that was hidden behind the cloth. A scar slashed its way from the edge of his right shoulder all the way across his back. It was a good half an inch deep and was still a little fresh with dry blood. Seeing such a mark on his pale freckled body...it made them simmer with rage and regret. They could literally kick themselves for not being able to do anything to prevent it. Izuku could feel their eyes and the gloomy aura that came with it. "It's ok guys," he assured as he straightened his back. He faced them with his signature bright closed eye smile. "It's nothing anymore. It doesn't even hurt."
Mikoyasha stepped out of the solemn crowd. She walked towards the boy's back. Gently, she ran her fingertips along the wound. "It will definitely scar if we don't do anything now. I could use my quirk to get rid of it if you like."
Izuku shook his hands and looked back at the scar. He smiled at it. He particularly gleamed with pride at the sight. "No, I think I'll keep it," he declined. "It will be a reminder of my stupidity as well as my achievement." Fondly he looked at his classmates. "I really must thank you, guys."
"For what?" The Wakamoto twins questioned. "We didn't do anything."
"Yes, you did. You helped me in so many ways." He saw their disbelieving stares and tried to explain from the bottom of his heart. "You guys taught me so much. All the little tricks you showed me. The gadgets you suggested for me. All those times you beat me to the ground. I used all those experiences in the fight. Without them I would have died," he only partly joked at that part. But truly if it wasn't for them, he would have been nothing out there. Just another stupid time he rushed into the rescue without nothing only this time he would have definitely died. Now with everything he'd learned. He could do something. He could fight back. "Seriously guys. I'm only alive because of you. So, thank you."
For the countless time, this quirkless freckled boy left them speechless and melted their hearts with such emotions. "That was beautiful Izuku," Ren teared up and sniffed. "Just beautiful." She clapped as cried a waterfall of tears.
"THAT SCAR MAKES YOU LOOK SO COOL!" Inasa yelled to lighten the mood.
"Yes, it is quite manly," Krory agreed along with many others.
"Cute but badass. I like it" Camie declared with a lick of her lips. "I like a lot."
"But please you should be more careful next time," Miranda advice with worry in her eyes.
"I can't promise anything, but I'll try," Izuku swear.
With that settled Click bounced up to place. "Well, then I think this call for a celebratory remembrance picture." He took out his camera from his bag and climbed his strings on the dangling ceiling light. He then hoisted himself up hooking his legs on to the light and dangled himself upside down. While upside down he gathered everyone huddled closer and extended his camera to the right angle. "Ok everyone gets in close. Oh, and Izuku I hope you don't mind but I'd like you to show off that back of yours." Only slightly uncomfortable by the request, Izuku still turned his back slightly to the camera while having his head facing it as well. The position was just right to see both his face and the scar. "Perfect now everyone, say cheese."
"Cheese!"
*click*
With the picture taken, Click peeked. He smiled at the sight proud of his work. "Well, that's a keeper."
"Come on Click let us see."
"Yeah Click."
"Hey, I want to see it too!"
Arata watched the playful scene in the distance and smiled. His students were growing so fast. He was sure they'll become great heroes. But he was particularly proud of his little quirkless student. No surprise there. He's grown strong both physically and mentally. He doesn't cry as much as he used to. He's never alone now. He's happy for him really, he is. Still...He glanced at the scar on his back. Only then he knew his young quirkless students still needed work. His skill set isn't enough yet. He needs to learn more. More of an aggressive even dirty way of fighting. After all, villains don't care who you are or play nice. He needs stronger tactics more vicious. Something that stronger villains can't get to him so easily. Sadly, he doesn't possess such skills to teach. Neither does his students. He needed something else or perhaps someone else. The question is who. This question stuck in the back of his mind for the rest of the day.
What should I do? His thought ran on wondering what he can do to take Izuku's skills to the next level. Izuku is good but not good enough to face stronger villains with outrageous quirks. There must be a way to counter that. He thought long and hard about it and only came up with one solution. He could easily out think any villain but what he does need is speed. A way to out outmanoeuvre an opponent of great strength. Some sort of flexible even wild style of fighting. That way enemies would have a harder time getting him...injuring him. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud chatter of people. They were all gathered around an electrical store; TVs alight with a message. A message that shook the foundations of today's society to the very core. The people talked in fear as images of this deadly individual tore through the screen. To the people he was a monster. To a select few they saw someone to aspire to. To Arata, he found his answer. He smirked as he watched the images go by. "He's perfect."
Locked far away in a prison for the best of the best lies the man who changed the view of the society. This man was poisoned to the hero industry breaking them down with his words and passion alone. His ideals broke them. Changed them. And that's why he's here. His ideals were too much for the populace to handle. Just rotten. So here he is to rot for the rest of his existence. And you know what he doesn't care. The world has heard his voice sure he wished he could have done more but so long as people knew and understand how hypocritical the hero industry was, he could be content. For now. But there will be a day he will rise again and continue his mission. Nothing will stop him then.
Suddenly a piercing light entered his new dark home along with a looming shadow. Soon a voice called out to him. "My they certainly tight you up good." Silently, the bound man glared at the other who smiled so warmly at him. He laughed lightly at his silence. "Silence treatment huh? Well, I guess I can't be helped. I am a stranger after all. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Arata Darwell. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
"Bullshit! Your just another fake, aren't you?" The man's bitter statement made Arata's eyes widened in surprise. He continued his bitter rant as he spat on the blonde. "You're just here to pry information on me or something. I can see behind that facade of yours. It's not going I'm telling you I have nothing to do with those conviction-less villains."
Interested Arata folded his arms. "Conviction-less you say?"
"You heard me. They're nothing but savages. Destroying for the sake of destroying what use is that. At least I have conviction. Something I will die for. But they... they have nothing. So, don't you dare put me in with them!" The criminal screamed with so much passion it left Arata speechless. He couldn't help but be oddly captive by him. "I fight to cleanse this world of fakes. To bring back the golden days of heroes! When they save people for the people's sakes. This world is full of greedy hypocrites that only see the use of becoming a hero for fame or fortune. You can't keep me in here forever. I will find a way out and continue my mission. I'll rid this world of them. All of them!"
Knowing his speech was over, Arata couldn't help but smile. He couldn't contain himself and started to laugh out loud. "The golden days were a truly beautiful time." He struggled to hold his laughter but couldn't. Instead, he ended up rolling on the floor laughing holding his stomach in pain.
"What's so funny?" The criminal growled in anger. "Do you think my conviction is some joke!"
"He ha ha ho. No, not at all. As warped as it is it's a strong piece of conviction none the less. I can respect that." Arata wiped the tears of laughter of his cheeks and jumped up back to his feet. He leaned into the criminal's face showing off his pearly whites. "I like you."
Completely off guard, all the criminal say was: "what?"
"And here I thought you were some psychopath. Turns out you do have something going for you. Warped but I can work with that."
"…What?"
"I just wanted you for your combat skills but after that display." Arata tilted the man's chin up forcing his dark eyes to stare in his crystal blue eyes. "I want you even more"
"WHAT?"
"Oh, I guess I should explain what I want for." With that snap of his fingers the chains that bound the dangerous criminal broke. They fell to his feet. He was free. Completely baffled the criminal stared at the man who freed him. He was holding a hand to him. To looked so welcoming paired with a gentle smile. "I want you to become my assistance and help me teach my current class."
"...you're insane."
"Ah ha! I've been called worst."
"Who the hell are you?"
Arata waved off the question with a playful smile. "I already told you silly. You can't possibly have that bad of a memory. Now come. Take my hand we have a lot of work to do before I'll let you get anywhere near my students. You'll need an alias, a hold new look..."
"Hang on! I didn't agree to nothing!"
There was silence once again. The two men tied in a battle of glares. Arata just smirked. "I'm sure I can convince you. I know for a fact you're interested in something in my possession."
The criminal matched his opponent's smirk. "Oh really?" He knows a buff when he sees one. No possible way that could be true.
Oh, how wrong he was. "Does this interest you at all?" The man held out a picture of something the criminal was very interested in. His eyes shot up in surprise. Yes, this was something he was far more than interesting. He just couldn't get rid of from his memory. The images still play in his sleep. "I got your attention now. Don't I?" The cheekiness in his tone rubbed the criminal the wrong way but he couldn't deny it. Again, the welcoming hand presented itself to him. "So? do we have a deal?"
AN: and so, we have come to an…unusual end. On to the reviews.
Kitty Snowdrop – No he won't get a hero licence. Really the only reason why he's doing this is because Arata really likes to mess/ 'test' him. Isn't he a great teacher?
jonnyo12 – no. not happening. But like I said I do have a Deku ship planned. Whether or not it will be accepted when it I eventually get around to it is still up in the air. Still I refuse to change it.
starlittle263 – well…this is kind of a prequel. Not exactly the type you're after but a prequel none the less. As for revealing Izuku's past before Shiketsu high it's coming. I do have plans for such a scene…kind of.
drivemaster9x – thank you. glad you had fun.
Rychan6 – yes. Pretty much that's how it works. Whatever I consume I can break it down and reform it into whatever I need. Think of it as Momo's quirk but with sweets.
Guest 1 – Teleport? No more like magic bag. There's a lot of things that's in that guitar case.
Purplejemrain – good to know
Guest 2 – funny you should say that. I won't say much about it other than we may or may not be getting a third person perspective on that. In the far/near future.
Valerious Lake - well here's another update. Not really action pack but still fairly interesting.
Guest 3 - fair enough. Had I feeling someone would criticised for that eventually that's why I doubt this is that good. but oh well I'm going for it anyway. I'm having too much fun and there's still a lot to cover...eventually. I really wanted to make these crazy class of characters so I did and will continue. If you really don't like it then you don't have to continue. I understand this won't be everyone's cup of tea. That and it's not that strong. But I have a story in mind and I will go through with it. Although I have thought about making one shots of everyone. An overview on their life before Shiketsu and maybe another about their relation with Izuku. But frankly I don't have the time so this is the best I can do for the moment.
