ALTERNATE SCENES

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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei

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Genre: Maybe Hurt/Comfort?

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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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(A/N): Let me say this first. I don't hate Tsuyu. I really don't. So please, put the pitchfork down! _

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"Why do you want to be a hero when you don't have a Quirk, to begin with?"

Izuku let out a full-body flinch as the whole students fell into an awkward hush, the playful banter and wholesome chatting they had just a few seconds ago were gone like a popped balloon. Tsuyu didn't deign the tense atmosphere a second glance. And even if she did, she was too invested over the green-haired teen's existence to care about her nearest surrounding. Izuku himself didn't—couldn't—answer. Because…what if he did? What if he said 'I want to save people' and they'll just give him the same, old obvious platitude. By saying 'become a police, then. A doctor. Or even a fireman. They save people too'. Like his former teacher did. Like any other adult possible.

(And like All-Might, number one hero, said so)

(He remembered how uncomfortable the buffy man looked. When Izuku, the pitying child with a dream too big to burden All Might had to destroy it himself because he didn't want this kid to get killed in action, was actually one of his students. Was actually the only participant who passed the test with rescue point alone, even. Domineering over every score and nearly broke All-Might incredulous result)

(He must've felt conflicted, Izuku thought that time. Blank and a bit vindictive mixed in. I wonder if he tried to coax the principal to reconsider my recruitment or not).

Anyway, Tsuyu's question.

Izuku didn't want to say anything. He really didn't. He wasn't ready for their scoff. Wasn't ready when those eyes turned from kind to pitying. Wasn't ready to leave a friend he finally had just because of a DNA defect. Is it so wrong of him, to wish for a life of a normal kid? To live in a dream he worked so hard to get? He broke his bones, cracked his skull, wrecked his brain just so he could get a slight chance of equal standing, happy and proud.

What's wrong with being Quirkless?

"It's nothing wrong, really," wait, did he say that out loud? Tsuyu continued, sweat started to form at the corner of her forehead, "I was curious…is all."

"But that tone of yours is condescending," Link cut in. Ah, so I didn't run my mouth off like usual. Link was asking the same question. The usually soft-spoken and always-smiling-always-helping Link had this unusual frown. With blue orbs shadowed by the dirty blond locks and hands folded in front of his chest, he plowed on, "see? With that kind of statement, you've just insulted me."

"But…you have a Quirk?" Denki trailed off, extreme confusion flashed.

"In which I can store anything inside of an invisible inventory. Like a character in a game," Link tilted his head, "yet that's all there is to it. My Quirk doesn't help me in a fight. It's a bag. Literally. A not so big, not so spacious bag, because it doesn't have an unlimited room anyway. I can store a sword in it, Midoriya can bring a katana on his belt. I can pull a dagger out of it, Midoriya can hide a smoke bomb in his pouch. If you think about it that way, then what's the difference?"

There was silence.

"Ojiro and his tails. Your additional limb is basically a blunt weapon. Midoriya and I can use a bat or a hammer as a compensation," the karate teen hesitantly nodded, "Hagakure and her invisibility. She had to rely on her physical power as much as we do because other than stealth, it didn't do anything, power-wise," the invisible girl nodded her head frantically, even though they couldn't see it, "Yaoyorozu and her creation. Now, that's what I call infinite. But then again, she still has to master the weapon she created. If you, a beginner, swung a blade, you're just going to hurt yourself," their vice-president agreed with that notion, "what about Aizawa-sensei? His Quirk is a glorified pause button. And it didn't work on any mutant either. He's fighting his battle Quirkless this whole time."

Izuku heard their teacher let out an affirmative hum at that. With everyone keeping their mouth shut and the only sound they could hear aside of Link's heated argument was the roar of the bus' engine, there was no way Eraserhead was going to ignore this ongoing conversation, huh?

"Simply put, Quirk and Support Equipment ranked the same. A person with a fire quirk is equaled to a person with a flamethrower. Or better yet, a lighter and a hairspray. They produce the same result," Link's eyes glinted and small lips formed a thin, disappoint line. The next word was uttered ever so softly like he usually did. Then again, the content of his statement itself was nothing but a vicious, sharp knife, Izuku almost felt the intensity from within, "educate yourself, Asui Tsuyu. Because you're not straightforward."

"You're just someone who doesn't know how to be tactful."

Legend of Zelda (game) belongs to Nintendo

Setting: Link is just a normal human here.

Link's Quirk: Storage Room

Series or One-shot?: One-shot

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BONUS:

Izuku: "That was merciless, Link." *and also, kind of jarring as that was the first time you spoke that much. Oh, I hope I didn't say this out loud*

Link: "My gir—my friend, Zelda is Quirkless as well. But she is smart. So smart, she managed to get three PhD's in a span of 5 years. However, I remember when she was cast aside. Ridiculed over something she couldn't control."

Link: "She is not useless. And neither do you. With or without a Quirk—"

Link: "You're going to be a great hero one day, Midoriya. I am sure of it."