ALTERNATE SCENES

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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei

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Genre: Humor

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. Not Beta.

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"You've failed just now because I've erased your Quirk."

"Midoriya," Izuku gulped when the tone of their listless teacher deepened. The aura around him darkened and it almost like the sky itself turned cloudy. If he didn't just say something regarding 'erase' and 'quirk'—meaning he's the famous underground Hero, Eraserhead oh my god, that's who their teacher was?—then Izuku may think Shota's real power is changing the weather by his emotion alone. The older man squinted his gaze, lips thinning, "you…you're limiting yourself, right?"

Welp, Izuku cowered. Busted.

"If you managed to land yourself in the first place while still keeping half of your power a secret, then I don't mind. But you're barely in the middle," Shota threw a spare ball at the green-haired boy, who frantically clasped his fingers over it before it could land smack dab in the middle of his face, "unleash it. Trained or not, that side of yours is also a part of your arsenal. You want to get better at it? Then use it."

You got it all wrong, sensei. Izuku wanted to cry. It was the other way around. The reason why I didn't use the other aspect of my Quirk is because I mastered it already.

(Well, he mastered it. As it wasn't really his own to use)

A pity. Izuku promised him that he will succeed with his own hand for today's ordeal, no side help to boosted his score up. Yet his teacher caught onto the fact that he, hmm, not cheating. Just...his effort is not good enough.

Greenette sighed, ignoring the snicker echoing inside his head (yup. Judging from that response, He definitely will tease me a ton after this), Izuku raised his arm, showing the symbol on the back of his hand for the world to see. The red mark shone bright, he heard his classmate exclaimed in surprise.

"My fate shall be your sword", Izuku chanted, the light turned from formless shine into a complicated rune and foreign writing, "I summon thee, Gilgamesh. The Wedge of Heaven!"

BIIINNGG

WHOOOSSSHHH

When the shine died and nobody was blinded by the figurative sun anymore, right in the middle of the field, stood a man. Bright, blonde hair was covered by a white-blue turban. Broad chest was sprawled open as his short jacket with high collars didn't help in hiding it in the first place. Golden steel boots snuggled his feet close while the wind that came after his calling caressed his red, puffy pants. On his right hand was a golden book. And on his left hand was a humongous, golden cleaver. This man looked intimidating yet graceful at the same time, causing a shudder to went through everybody's back.

"Midoriya Izuku," his voice reverberated, the air rippled. Izuku saw Shota went into an offensive stance, hand clutching onto the hem of his scarf. Must be thinking that this is an intruder who was, for some reason, targeting one of his students. His cautiousness wasn't necessary, however, as, after a few seconds of deliberate silence, Gilgamesh smiled. Soft and mischievous, "here I am, answering your call. My master."

"Can you please not do that? This is awkward enough already…" the meek-looking teen—who wasn't looked that meek any longer. More annoyed, actually—passed the baseball ball to the awaiting servant, "bring this thing to somewhere far, far away. Borrow my strength, if you must"

"As you wish."

Gilgamesh straightened his back and let a tiny hum escaped from his closed lips. Within a blink, a golden, swirly portal opened up from behind him and he threw the ball inside. The gate closed, the atmosphere stilled once more. And there was silence.

The counting robot at the end of Shota's feet beeped, letting out a series of piercing sound before it stopped and shrieked, "384,400,000 meters!"

It almost like they could hear a cricket.

"Wasn't that…"

"I sent the ball to the moon, Master Izuku," Gilgamesh piped in, finishing Iida's halted word, "I can, of course, sent it to another planet but it'll use too much of your energy. And I'm sure, you need it for the next tests to come."

True to the blonde man's word, Izuku looked a bit tired than the previous minute. But he gave them a small, sincere smile. Turned to the gaping teacher and said, voice wavered a little, "so…"

"Am I still 'limiting myself' to you, sensei?"

Fate Grand Order (game) belongs to Delightworks

Izuku's Quirk: The Golden King. (He can only summon Gilgamesh. Izuku can borrow Gilgamesh's attribute as a servant a.k.a enhancing his physical strength for five minutes as of now. Because of that, he trained his body, using powered up gloves and boots for his main arsenal of attack. So, when the 'buff' disappears, he won't be useless. Izuku also tries not to ask Gilgamesh's help too much because the king looks too human. Izuku didn't want to treat him like a slave, nor he wants to burden his first friend with his selfish reason; he is the one who wants to be a hero here, okay? Not Gilgamesh)

(The servant in this story acted like a Persona from Persona series. They needed to be summoned constantly. And, unless the servant used their 'magic', then Izuku can keep up their form endlessly)

Series or One-shot? : Series

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BONUS:

Archer Gilgamesh: "MUHAHAHAHAH! You dare summoned me, tiny master?! Then be glad. As I, the mighty king, had graced you with my presence!"

Everyone: *gawked*

Izuku: *sighed* "must've chanted wrong."