Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over either 'My Hero Academia' or 'Pokemon' nor am I profiting from this.
I will be placing us on the canon route in the coming chapters! Does anyone have any guesses on Izuku's remaining team members? All Might's team members?
Izuku Midoriya's world does a complete cartwheel and spinning handstand when he wakes to a warm squirming mass. He begins a frantic search for egg shards, panicked he could've rolled over and smashed it or crushed the poor creature. Inko watches his scrambling from the doorway with a small smile.
"You're panicked over nothing, love," she scolds. "Now, please take a deep breath and examine the bed closer."
He manages a shaky breath and prepares for the grisly sight. Eevee blinks, relieved with his newfound freedom. Free, his ears twitch, searching for the voice heard in his egg. Izuku blinks furiously but it's not enough to ward off the tears. A wet squeak escapes before he can press his knuckles to his mouth. Eevee cocks his head back and forth, giving his best attempt to mimic the sound.
"I didn't hurt you?" Izuku gasps, biting down on his quivering lip. "I've been waiting forever. Well, I haven't been waiting forever, but it feels like forever."
"Eevee has always fascinated researchers and trainers," Inko says and steps into his room. "Every trainer will choose something different for their Eevee including whether to force evolution with a stone. You have as much potential as he does. Now, I won't interfere with training unless necessary."
Izuku manages to stutter a 'thank you' while giving her a spastic head nod. Eevee, overwhelmed with the strange morning routine, curls up in his lap, welcoming new tears.
Eevee settles into the family routine with gradual ease. Into sets a place for him alongside her Pokémon, something which jars both him and his owner as the two are separated during mealtimes. Izuku learns how to cram food into his mouth while leaning back and forth to make sure nothing happens along their eating line. Kangaskhan looms over them, her focus on moving between Eevee and her baby.
"I'd rather he adjust now rather than later," Inko says, unbothered with her son's panic. "Kangaskhan won't be there during school and not everyone behaves as well as ours. I'm not naming anyone…"
"Kacchan hasnt changed," he replies. "Charmander wants him happy but he uses anger and control during their training. He always apologizes once everyone else disappears, but eventually, that might not be enough."
"Charmander should be raised with patience. Forcing him through battles and training could cause an early evolution, which can mean disobedience and long-term struggles to rebuild trust. Katsuki intends on being better than anyone else whether he's even prepared for the consequences or not."
He gives a weak nod, unwilling to consider seeing Kacchan or anyone in classes tomorrow. Inko reaches for his hand, reconsiders, and begins gathering dishes.
"Name something in the room and take a deep breath," she instructs as she moves around the room. "Is it something we can hear?"
Izuku searches but can't find a sound which dominates his stuttering heartbeat. How long have his fingers been sticking together with sweat? Is there a stain on the table? Eevee whines and presses against his thigh, ears twitching back and forth.
"I can hear Eevee," he gasps. "I'm panicked which is causing him panic. Wait, does that make me a terrible trainer?"
"No, I don't view it like that. You're beginning the journey to becoming a wonderfully talented trainer. Now, what can you smell in the room?"
Izuku remains uncertain despite the constant and overwhelming reassurance. Eevee tolerates being home alone for a week before he begins mewling, scratching the window, and attempting to follow his trainer to school. Inko has less tolerance, giving her son an exasperated look as she tosses the Pokéball up and down.
"I've been patient along with everyone else," she sighs. "Eevee must interact with other Pokémon and realize his interactions cannot always be pleasant. I have faith in both of you."
Her faith doesn't diminish raw nerves. Izuku comes up with excuses to linger once everyone else races home, watching through the window. Eevee dozes off during their waiting, tail sweeping back and forth as he searches for any remaining sunlight. Sometimes, he reaches over, scratching between his ears until he sits up with a small shake.
"Come on, Eevee," he whispers. "Someone dumped another Pokémon…"
Eevee no longer appears disappointed or shocked once the third week passes. Instead, he hops down from his perch and follows Izuku into the schoolyard. It usually cries, chasing their trainers' scent into the crowded streets until someone else pushes it aside. Eevee usually discovers those crumpled, shrieking, and either unwilling or incapable to accept the truth. Izuku crouches beside rotting garbage and puddles.
A numbness crawls over his ankles and up his legs. Eventually, he sits down beside what he hopes is water, searching through his backpack for his uneaten lunch. When did his cramping become nausea? When does nausea become lightheadedness? Right now, he ignores those concerns. Ignoring his nausea, he takes a deep breath through his mouth and moves his lunch towards them.
Eevee dives in, eager for his late dinner. Teddiursa sniffles, raising a paw to their mouth, uncertain.
"I can't warm it up," he says apologetically. "Slow down, Eevee."
Eevee pauses long enough for Teddiursa to swipe some food before diving back in. Teddiursa alternates between shoveling food into their mouth and licking their paw.
"Eevee is being starved," he promises. "I'd actually better start watching how much he snacks on. I have more in my backpack but it tastes much better warm."
Teddiursa pushes their paw further into their mouth. Izuku searches through his bag for any potential snacks. He can always use that emergency number. A caregiver would provide them with food, water, and medicines until adoption. Somewhere beneath crumpled papers and forgotten gum wrappers, he's got their card. His fingers are grazing something when a sticky paw grips his sleeve.
Bringing home abandoned Pokémon becomes a routine which he doesnt mean to continue. Giving them over to rescues could probably benefit them better than beginning again with a novice trainer. Inko makes no objections as his collection grows, setting a new place every night.
Soon, their dining room begins overflowing, but she still makes no complaints. Izuku resorts to hunching over his plate determined to protect his food from the ever-increasing population in their house.
"You'll be a fine trainer." Inko nods, laughing as he shoos Eevee away from the table. "A fine trainer and wonderful superhero."