Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'My Hero Academia' or 'Pokemon' nor am I profiting from this. I am very much alive despite the long absence. Thank you for sticking around.
Izuku does not have high expectations regarding his heroes.
He had viewed enough news reports with aggravated superheroes dodging paparazzi and fans and dug through enough aspiring heroes journeys to discover the disappointments which came with meeting their inspiration.
No matter the warnings and inevitable negativity he's bound to encounter, he remains optimistic when it comes to the opportunity that he could eventually meet his favorite hero until it actually happens.
Everyone else has already packed up and gone home for the afternoon. A couple staff members remain scattered around the school, oblivious to the quirkless student still hanging around the classroom. Izuku mashes his lips together and carefully scrapes some charring from his notebook cover. It joins the growing collection on his darkened hands. Eevee watches the slow process from his spot on the windowsill, curled into a tight ball and squinting against the sunshine streaming through the dirty window.
Izuku dusts his hands off with a frustrated sigh. "I promise that we're going to leave soon, Eevee. I want to try and salvage this notebook now rather than later and mom will have questions."
He's already prepared a story and requested his Pokemon keep a secret. Inko will receive the same version the principal received hours ago: what happened was an accident. Bakugo was doing some morning training with his Charmander and I wasn't paying attention. I wandered too close and my damaged notebook was a minor sacrifice.
Lying is another minor sacrifice he must make to avoid the questions and furious phone calls to Bakugo's mother. Going through his notebook and saving what he can be time-consuming, but easier than beginning with a new one even with his cell phone chiming, announcing another villain attack.
Eevee rises with a shocked wobble, ears twitching back and forth.
"I guess we should hurry up and get home, huh?" Izuku carefully slides his tattered notebook into his backpack and pets his leg. "Come on, Eevee."
People no longer use the school as a dumping ground for their unwanted Pokémon with rescues asking their resources be utilized and law enforcement threatening heavy fines. Eevee still insists on searching the grounds just to be certain. Izuku sits on his designated bench and waits for the signal that everything is how it should be. Someone has already come through and cleaned up the mess from student's practice battles. Someone has even tried cleaning up the blackened ground where his accident happened. Eevee pauses on the ruined space, sniffing and pawing the new ground.
"I promise everything is fine." Izuku rises with a small frustrated sigh. "We can't do anything right now, and should avoid confrontation with Bakugo anyways."
Eevee gives no indications something is wrong as he gathers up his backpack and searches for some treats, hoping it will be enough to convince him to hurry along. He pushes aside forgotten wrappers and pencils, relieved as his fingers graze the treat baggy.
Izuku hears the warning too late. Eevee shrieks and backs up against his ankles with a low growl.
A green pus bubbles from beneath the now disturbed ground. A normal bubble - even pus bubbles should pop, but these merge together, weaving into a massive form. Its eyes bulge from the sockets, eager and angry.
"I don't have any use for the fuzzball." A fingerless arm extends from its body. "Youll be an excellent skin suit though. Don't struggle and this will be much easier."
Eevees growl does nothing to deter the villain. It leaps forward and encases Izuku. Keeping his mouth closed isn't an option with loose sludge clogging his nose. Superhero work doesn't care when it comes to advantages and now he truly understands it as the arm forces his jaw open, wagging and pushing further and further down his throat. Kicking, searching for some solid ground is useless. Digging into its arms just gets him sticky hands.
Eevee's growling escalates into shrieking into howls and then quiets. Izuku watches the brown blur become an increasingly panicked dot sprinting below them. Eevee knows how to get home without help. He should know to remove the pokéballs from this poser, right? He's been trained well and is now biting down on his pant leg, determined to hang on. Eevee's panic has calmed. The sludge has gone still. Now, a deep voice rumbles through the schoolyard.
"We have civilians at risk here." Disgust leaks into their tone. "Be cautious in your approach, Blaziken."