The Break-In

Hey Everyone, I'm back! Sorry this took so long! I got distracted with IRL stuff, namely my new steam addiction. I've also been working on some other projects I'm excited to bring you, including another collaberation with people from the IzuOcha discord! If you missed that one, it is called "The Things That Break Us" you can find it under my works! Anyways, I'll be putting some more stuff up, so keep your eyes open!

Izuku really didn't want to go back to school. It was Ironic, really. After spending so much time training to get into Yuuei, after less than a week he didn't want to go back.

Realistically, it wasn't that he didn't want to go back to school. Going back to school meant training to be a hero, which is something he would always want. No, going to school meant facing his friends, and that terrified him.

He knew that everyone was watching the battle trials through the monitors, which meant they saw everything. That includes his panic attack. Everyone knew his secret now. His stupid, pathetic secret that he tried so hard to hide. It was going to be middle school all over again.

They would ask him what was wrong, and he would have to tell them the truth. Then, once they saw how pathetic his stupid little problem was, they would judge him and abandon him. All the friends he thought he had made, gone just like that. Iida, Kirishima, Kaminari, all of them.

Izuku groaned, falling back onto his bed. If he didn't get ready soon, then he would be late for school. Riolu was tugging at his arm, trying to get him to get up, but Izuku just groaned in response.

Maybe I can just say I'm sick? It wouldn't get rid of the problem, but at least it would be delayed for a day. Maybe he'd have an excuse come up with by then. Izuku grabbed his phone off the nightstand and opened it up.

He had a grand total of three contacts. All Might, his mother, and Uraraka. He clicked on the icon with the bubbly girl's photo on it and typed out his message.

"Can you tell Aizawa I'm sick today?" He hit send. There was a moment's pause before the next message rang through.

"Are you feeling sick?" Uraraka ended the message with an emoji.

She was seeing straight through him. "No. I just...don't want to have to face the class…" Izuku admitted.

"Why? What are they going to do?"

"I'll have to tell them about my...condition." Izuku's mind started going on a rant, and his fingers couldn't keep up with all he had to say. In the end, he just deleted it all and replaced it with a simple "They'll judge me, just like middle school."

Uraraka didn't respond immediately. Izuku was left with the repeated bobbing up and down of three circles, signaling that Uraraka was texting back. It felt like an eternity before he received the last text.

"They won't judge you, I promise." Was the simple response, then a moment later, "and if they do, I'll fight them myself."

Izuku actually laughed out loud at the last text. The first thing he imagined was Uraraka socking someone like Bakugo in the face. He pulled back out his phone and sent one last text.

"I'll try"

Izuku didn't feel much better, but at least it was a start. Forcing himself out of bed, Izuku rushed to the shower, not wanting to be late.

Of all the people he expected to harass him, Izuku did not think the press would be one of them. Izuku and Uraraka were harmlessly walking towards the building when they were swarmed by media like flies to food.

"Are you part of the hero course?"

"What is it like having All Might as a teacher?"

"Has he told you any secrets to battling style?"
Izuku put his hands up, backing away from the mass of people, but the coagulation just followed him. He kept backpedaling, trying to formulate a sentence, Uraraka in step next to him.

Izuku felt himself bump into something, only to turn around and see Aizawa resting his hand on Izuku's shoulder.

"Go to class. I'll deal with these." Aizawa said, voice even without a hint of emotion.

Izuku continued walking, Uraraka still next to him.

"Do you think he'll hold them back, or will they come in?" Uraraka asked, gazing back towards the crowd of media. Aizawa was walking away now.

"If they're desperate like that, telling them to stay away won't-"

SLAM

There was a massive boom as two metal chunks slammed together, completely sealing the entrance.

"But that will…" Uraraka breathed. Izuku chuckled softly, turning back around.

"Let's go to class."

Shigaraki Tomura watched in disgust. The press harassing the students he didn't mind. They could do that all day for all he cared. He didn't even care when a teacher came up and locked them out. He had ways in.

No, what he cared about was the stupid thing those reporters kept asking about.

"All Might." Shigaraki spat. Just saying the name made him want to vomit. Shigaraki gripped Toxicroak's pokeball tightly with one hand, the other scratching under his chin.

"We could kill them all. Them and their stupid-"

"No." Sensei's voice echoed in Shigaraki's mind, stopping him in his tracks. Shigaraki gripped the pokeball in his hand even tighter and he felt the edges of the ball digging into his hand.

"Look at them…" Shigaraki seethed, "All of them worship him like he's a god! It makes me sick." Shigaraki dug his nails into his skin. Pain. Pain could keep him grounded, at least until he did what he came to do.

"Here for intel." Sensei reminded him. Shigaraki loosed his grip.

"Of course." he said, unlatching one of his two pokeballs from his belt.

Izuku was happy that class started right when he got in the room, so nobody had time to confront him. Aizawa walked into the classroom as normal, gait slow and lazy.

"Today, we will be picking a class representative. Decide how you're doing it yourselves. You have ten minutes." WIth that, he zipped himself up in his signature yellow sleeping bag.

The classroom instantly erupted into chaos. "I want to be class rep!"

"No me!"

"What If I want to?"

It seemed like every single person in the room wanted to be the representative. In the end, though, it was Iida that got everyone to quiet down by going to the front of the room and waving his arms frantically.

Once everyone quieted down, he spoke up once more. "I suggest that we anonymously nominate people for class representative. Whoever gets the most nominations is crowned class rep!" Iida ended it with a dramatic fist pump.

Luckily, there were no objections to the plan, so everyone decided to go for it, grabbing out pieces of paper and scribbling names on it. Izuku thought for a moment, but he didn't have to think for long. He scribbled the name and passed it to Iida.

Iida went to the front of the room and counted the results, writing them down on the board. When Izuku saw his name at the very top of the list, his heart dropped.

Izuku-5

Iida-3

Yaoyorozu-2

The board read. Izuku buried his face in his hands. He didn't even want do be class representative! Groaning, he walked up to the front of the room.

"Who even voted for me?" He muttered on his way up, taking his sweet time.

"I did!" Izuku turned around to see Kirishima, huge smile on his face. "The way you destroyed that entire building with one attack was so manly! I couldn't help but vote for you!"

There was muttering of agreement throughout the crowd, and Izuku just grew more embarrassed. As he neared the front of the room, he just got more and more nervous. His palms got clammy and he had a nervous tick. He turned around to face the class, and seventeen other pairs of eyes met his, save for Bakugo, who was just staring at the ground, scowling.

Izuku opened his mouth to try to thank everyone, but now words came out. His mind was telling him to get out. So Izuku did just that.

"I abdicate my position to Iida." He said, leaving the room before anyone had room to argue. He needed to go to the bathroom and cool down for a bit.

Izuku cupped the water in his hands, throwing it in his face. He tilted his head back, letting it streak down. The cool liquid refreshed him, helping him focus.

His mind was forcing him to avoid his classmates. He wanted to just be normal, not having to worry about any of these stupid tricks his mind was playing on him. For now, he just needed time. Maybe he would be better in the future.

Izuku closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself. When his heart rate finally slowed somewhat, Izuku leaned back against the wall behind him.

It rested for a few moments, debating whether or not he was ready to go back to class. Groaning, he cracked his wet eyelids open.

And was met with a pink mass right in front of his face.

"Ahh!" Izuku jumped back, hitting his head on the wall far harder than he intended. With a gasp of pain, Izuku's hand shot up, grasping the back of his head. He felt slightly lightheaded suddenly.

Only then did Izuku realize what it was in front of him. Floating, about three feet off the ground, was the pink pokemon he had run into twice before.

"Mew…" It said, tilting its head in what looked like concern. It bobbed closer, and Izuku scrambled away frantically. He still didn't know what this thing was, nor its intentions. All he knew is that it had shown up three times now, and he couldn't find any documentation of it on the internet. For all he knew, it could be dangerous.

Izuku continued crawling away as the pink pokemon bobbed closer. Izuku felt his back press up against a wall. He was stuck in the corner, and the only way out was blocked by the pink pokemon.

It floated closer, and Izuku's breath picked up. Not another panic attack. Not already… The pokemon kept approaching, and Izuku's fear bubbled to the surface, threatening to take control.

Then, the pink pokemon stopped, mere centimeters away from Izuku's face. He wasn't breathing, for he dared not try. He wasn't moving, as there was nothing to do. He couldn't even make his mouth find words.

The pokemon glowed softly with a green light. The green light enveloped Izuku, covering his whole body. The light stayed bright for a few seconds before fading away.

All the pain from hitting his head on the wall faded. His headache was gone, and his skull didn't even hurt from where he hurt it. His arms tingled softly, and the prickling soreness was completely gone.

To Izuku's relief, the pokemon backed away, flying in a small circle, "Mew!"

Izuku unwrapped one of his arms frantically, inspecting it. Sure enough, there was no trace of any of the damage he had sustained just a day before. No scars, no bruises, no broken bones, nothing. It was like it had never happened.

He looked up at the pink pokemon in awe, "Did you heal me?" The pokemon just bobbed around, spinning in a circle again.

"What are you…?" Izuku breathed. Whatever this pokemon was, he had a feeling something was off. It had completely healed his injuries without breaking a sweat, something even recovery girl hadn't been able to manage.

RING! INTRUDER ALERT! The intercom blasted. Izuku's hands shot up to his ears at the absurdly loud noise. It was the intruder alarm, which meant someone had broken into Yuuei. If Izuku's mind served him correctly, then the common protocol was to evacuate the school in a scenario such as this one.

There was something else Izuku failed to notice until a moment before it was too late. He saw the very tip of the pink pokemon's tail disappear as it floated through the door.

It must have been startled by the alarm! Izuku panicked, rushing to the door to follow it. Whatever was happening, he needed answers. Why had the pokemon appeared to him three times now? What did it want?

Izuku threw open the door to the bathroom to be met with a massive crowd of people frantically trying to push each other over. Everyone was trying to get out as fast as possible, with no regard for organization.

Izuku's eyes scanned the area in search of the pink pokemon. His eyes caught sight of it down the hallway, floating above people's heads. It was just at the edge of his vision like…

Like it's waiting for me… Izuku realized. The pink pokemon locked eyes with Izuku, and as soon as it did, it continued down the hall.

There were many problems with following it. Namely the fact that he's supposed to be evacuating right now, and the pokemon had gone in the opposite direction. Another problem was that to get to it, he needed to go through the crowd, opposite of the direction of flow.

It was a bad idea, he knew it was. He could get in massive trouble, or the pokemon could be leading him into a trap. But damn it all, he needed answers.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku stepped into the crowd.

Iida had no idea what to do when Midoriya announced he was abdicating his position and stormed out of the room. He had set up an entire voting process, didn't win, only to get the position anyways. It kind of felt like he didn't deserve it.

Yet, looking on the entire class sitting in front of him, Iida set his mind to the position. He may not deserve the position and he may not be the best suited for it, but he was going to try his best.

"It may be a little...unorthodox, but I suppose I am the class representative then. I shall do my best to live up to the legacy of those upperclassmen that came before me, so that I can fill their shoes!" Iida declared, shooting his arm up. The class just generally shrugged, becoming dissociated.

They didn't care. They probably didn't know the importance of the position, is all. Iida would have to show them the characteristics of being a good leader be being a good leader.

"Looks like you've got it figured out." Aizawa said, popping out of his sleeping bag, "You have the rest of the class hour to do whatever."

The class hooted in joy, pulling out all the homework they each didn't finish. Iida, however, pulled out a notebook. In that notebook, he wrote down every single idea that came to mind for possible responsibilities he may have as class representative, and what he could do to assume a proper leadership position. He was going to be a good class representative, if it was the last thing he did.

Iida had a page and a half of duties written down in the first few minutes alone. He looked them over happily, deciding that he would look over the remaining ones once he had more time.

Iida was about to put away his notebook when a loud, blaring noise overtook the speakers.

RING! INTRUDER ALERT!

The classroom erupted into chaos.

Izuku noticed something odd as he pushed through the mob in pursuit of the pink pokemon. The thing was floating just above the heads of everyone in the hallway, yet nobody even glanced at it. Not a single curious look.

That only meant one thing: The pokemon had some kind of cloaking ability. If the other students were able to see it, then someone would have seen it or made a fuss about it by now. This raised even more questions in Izuku's mind.

If it was hiding itself from all the other students, why was it still letting him see it? Why was it running away at just the right speed that Izuku could just barely see it, yet keep up with it? Where was it leading him?

Izuku bumped shoulders with another student, and he could just barely hear people's confusion over the other noise. At this point, he didn't care. He was too committed to figuring out what the hell was going on.

Shigaraki scowled as he watched the press stampede through the melted hole in the wall. Flocking to their precious All Might.

Shigaraki recalled his pokemon silently, waiting for the chaos to ensue.

Only one more objective until the quest is completed…

It felt like forever, but Izuku finally broke free of the crowd. Evidently, the amount of people that attended the other departments of Yuuei wasn't infinite, though it felt that way. He broke out of the crowd and picked up his pace.

The pink pokemon phased through a metal door that Izuku recognized as a staircase. He scanned his student ID to open the door and ran up to the metal railing. Unlike the rest of the school, the staircase was not made to look nice. Simple concrete stairs with a black metal railing, spiraling up the entire length of the school.

Izuku frantically looked up and down the hole in the middle for a sign of which direction the pokemon went. Luckily, he saw a flash of the signature pink tail disappear down about three flights.

Izuku bounded down the flights of stairs three steps at a time. He nearly fell over when he stopped himself, and his knees were slightly sore from the shock of jumping so many steps at once. Nevertheless, he ripped open the door and was met with…

Sunshine. The light blinded him momentarially, but when the world came back to him, he saw that he was outside. He was right at the bottom of one of the four towers. The concrete sloped down to a wide open grass field, and right in the middle of it, bobbing up and down in the air, was the pink pokemon.

Despite his frantic rush to catch up with the pokemon, Izuku stayed put. He still didn't know what the thing wanted, and it obviously led him here for a reason. Izuku crept up slowly, hand out in front of him wardingly.

The pink pokemon just stayed put, showing no intentions of moving. Izuku made it as close as he intended to (about three feet away), and stopped. The pokemon stared Izuku down like they were in a duel from one of those old western movies.

"What do you want?" Izuku finally asked. The pokemon just tilted its head before flying a little higher and spinning somersaulting.

"Mew!" It said happily.

The fact that he had made literally zero progress in understanding the pokemon frustrated him, but he kept his head.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Mew, Mew!"
"If all that's all you're going to say, I might just have to call you that…" Izuku taunted. The pokemon just ignored him, floating a foot or so closer.

Suddenly, Izuku felt something prod his waist. He jumped back just as a white light shone from his belt and Riolu appeared in front of him on the grass.

It used its tail while I was distracted...Izuku realized, cursing himself for being so careless. Riolu looked between Izuku and the pokemon, before dropping into a fighting stance. He slid one foot back, lowering his center of mass, and holding his arms up in front of him like a boxer.

Riolu was ready for a fight, but the other pokemon looked like it had no such intentions. It just floated down to the ground, getting eye level with Riolu. Riolu tensed up, growing anxious by the second.

A blue light enveloped the pink pokemon and it...shifted. A moment later, standing in its spot was another Riolu. Except it wasn't a different Riolu. It was Izuku's Riolu, perfectly copied. It even had the light scarring on the arms to boot.

Izuku's Riolu jumped back in shock, palms glowing white with energy. He was readying a force palm. The other Riolu just hopped up and down cheerfully, hooting happily.

"It used transform…" Izuku breathed, "I thought that was a move exclusive to Ditto!"

The pink pokemon, now disguised as Riolu, waltzed up and got in Riolu's face. It tilted its head at Riolu's cautious expression before reaching its hand up and...booping Riolu's nose?

It jumped back, giggling uncontrollably, transforming back into its pink form.

"Did you come here to...play?" Its response was just giggling some more. Izuku felt...disappointed. He came all this way thinking it was here for something important, only for it to completely walk on his expectations.

The pokemon was mid giggle when it just stopped, body going rigid. Its head snapped to the right, where Izuku saw a hole in the wall. It looked like acid had bore a hole through the concrete. Running from where the hole was towards the main building was the press who'd been harassing Izuku and Uraraka that morning.

Izuku turned back to the hole, Izuku saw a figure, dressed in black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt walking away. When Izuku looked back towards the pink pokemon, it was gone.

Shigaraki couldn't contain his laughter. The press swarmed the building, creating the perfect distraction. Now to just...waltz in and find the pokemon Sensei wanted.

Tomura didn't have to go very far.

Before he even stepped through the hole he bore in the wall, something caught his eye. Out on the field of grass, right in front of the school, were two figures. One was a pink pokemon with a thing, long tail, floating a few feet off the ground. It spun around cheerfully, like it was enjoying itself.

The other was a boy, presumably a student of the wretched school. He had shaggy green hair and looked wary, if not frightened. Even so, there was one very important thing about him.

The pokemon that had eluded Sensei for years was playing with this boy. That carried weight. Shigaraki chuckled again. It's like getting two rare loot drops at once.

"Sensei, I've found it." He said, knowing that he would be heard.

Good, Tomura. So it is at Yuuei...good work… the voice rang in his head.

"Sensei, I found something else too. I think you may be interested…"