New Pokemon

I'm back from the dead! Yay! I have a couple explanations as to why I took 3 weeks to upload again, so those of you that don't care can skip ahead to the chapter.

First off, I took a 1 week hiatus from writing BNHA to write for a fandom I fell in love with, and that was Darling in the Franxx. I really enjoyed writing it and I will be updating that one periodically.

Secondly, I sat down with the people over on the IzuOcha discord (Thanks all of you!) and made the plan for the next three arcs of this fic. It's planned out and in a google document.

The final reason is how LONG this chapter was. I know it may only look like about 5k, but this chapter was split. Before I cut it in half so that I could upload, it was at 11k words and not even done yet. SO I just decided to upload.

Anyways, enjoy.

WARNING: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS IN THIS CHAPTER!

"Today, we are going over a few important things, so get in your seats." Aizawa said, shuffling into the room. He looked tired. That is to say, even more tired than normal, and Izuku suspected why.

After the break in the previous day, school had ended early to give the teachers ample time to deal with the logistics. Turns out the giant metal doors that normally kept unauthorized people out of the school had been completely dissolved.

One would think that'd make the search for the culprit, yet that wasn't the case. There was a small list of pokemon with acid strong enough to chew through solid metal. Swalot, Toxicroak, Dragalge, and Salazzle are the only pokemon capable of such a feat.

The problem is that none of the reporters owned one of those pokemon, which meant that the culprit was some sort of free agent trying to stir up trouble. There was an ongoing investigation to search for the villain responsible.

Every time someone brought up the entire situation, Izuku couldn't help but think back to the person he had seen through the wall. A person in a black hoodie, walking suspiciously away from the scene.

Izuku shoot his head, clearing his mind so that he could focus on the lecture Aizawa was about to give.

Aizawa reached behind the lecture desk, and pulled out a black bag, setting it on the wooden surface before him. Unzipping the black leather, he revealed the contents to the class.

"These are Ultra Balls. An expensive version of a standard pokeball that dramatically increases catch rate. Come grab three." When nobody moved immediately, Aizawa sighed, "I don't have all day."

The class got up from their seats and moved towards the front of the room. Each person grabbed three ultra balls and attached them to their belts, each with a confused look on their face. Aizawa waited until everyone was seated once more before he continued.

"As a trainer, it is imperative that you have a well balanced team." Aizawa skipped straight to the point, "Many of you only own a single pokemon, which is a problem which cannot be ignored. So, I have created a goal for this week."

Aizawa continued, "Over the course of this week, each person who doesn't already have more than one pokemon is required to catch a wild one. This is mandatory."

Izuku's breath caught in his throat.

Catch...a wild pokemon…? Izuku forced himself to stay calm. Maybe there would be a workaround. Maybe he could work something out with Aizawa.

"You are not required to keep the pokemon at the end of the week. You may either release it or keep it, it doesn't matter to me. What matters is you getting practice catching wild pokemon." Aizawa finished, "That is all."

The classroom erupted into chaos.

"Yo, have you seen these Ultra Balls?" Kirishima yelled, holding up the yellow and black Pokeball, "It looks so manly!"

"Where can I find a wild pokemon? Anyone seen any around?" Mina asked.

"There's usually a bunch near the park in the Tatooine Ward!" Someone called out.

Everyone was congregating and discussing their new assignment. Everyone except for Izuku. He had his head buried in his hands, running his fingers through his deep green hair.

"Aizawa?" Izuku asked, staying behind after the bell rang. Aizawa's head popped out from the inside of the yellow cocoon. His hair was disheveled, as always.

He probably knows...why am I so nervous about saying it?

"What is it? Don't you have a class to go to?" Aizawa mumbled from inside his sleeping bag. Izuku too a deep breath, steadying himself.

"I was wondering if-"

"You aren't exempt from the assignment." Aizawa said simply, getting up. Izuku just stood, frozen as his teacher passed by him, making for the door. Aizawa turned back, saying something over his shoulder.

"We're the top hero school in the country. We won't baby you. Figure it out."

With that, Izuku was left alone once more inside the room, trying to sort out of his thoughts.

Izuku was in a sour mood for the entire rest of the day, and Ochako noticed. He was usually so involved in class, taking notes, everything. Yet, here he was, staring off at the wall, a distant look on his face.

He'd occasionally look away from the spot his eyes were plastered on, but that was only to put his hands in his face or run his hand through his hair. Not once did he pick up his pen all day.

Every time there was a passing period, he was out of the room last, and showed up to the next class late. Ochako was beginning to worry, seeing him like this. The normally peppy, happy go lucky Izuku she knew had been replaced with an imposter. It kind of hurt to watch.

She knew exactly what was troubling him, too. It was the assignment Aizawa had given them in homeroom that day. She was one of the only ones that knew of his...condition, so of course she was one of the only ones that could do something about it.

Lunch time came around, and Ochako decided to wait outside the classroom for Izuku to come out.

It was a few minutes before the signature green hair waltzed out of the room.

"Hey Deku!" Ochako said cheerfully, hoping to draw his attention. She must have caught him by surprise, because he jumped back, nearly dropping all of his things in the process.

"Oh hey, Uraraka." He said, flashing her a smile. She could tell it was fake and forced.

"You want to go eat lunch?" She said, trying to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking.
"Don't we eat lunch together with Iida every day?"

"I was thinking we could go eat lunch together. Just the two of us!" Admittedly, Ochako didn't think about the implications of what she was saying until the words came out of her mouth. Her goal was to get him alone so she could ask about what was bothering him without other students hearing.

Except, the way she said it made it sound completely different. Immediately, her face turned as red as a tomato, as did Izuku. Actually, Izuku looked more like a strawberry, considering his face.

"S-Sure!" He said.

Well at least his mind is off those bad thoughts… she thought.

Luckily, Yuuei had a pretty large campus, and the field was available to eat on during lunch. Ochako and Izuku made their way over to a tree in the field that nobody was around. They sat down under the canopy, a few feet away from each other.

"So…" Ochako started, unsure how to approach the topic.

"It's a nice day out." Izuku said, gesturing to the scenery. It really as a nice day. The sun was out, and there wasn't even a trace of clouds in the sky. The heat of the sun wasn't too intense, since it was mid-spring, but it still gave enough heat to keep the cold wind at bay.

"It is…" Ochako trailed off, seeing a flock of pidgey fly overhead.

Silence fell like a sledgehammer, the only noise being the noise of other students playing soccer on the turf a few wards away.

Eventually, Ochako couldn't take it anymore, "Are you okay?" She asked.

Izuku didn't respond immediately.

"It's about the project Aizawa gave us, right?" Izuku nodded solemnly. He sighed and took a deep breath.

"It's all so confusing to me." Izuku said. Ochako tilted her head. "All my life, I'd been ridiculed for what I didn't have. I couldn't touch pokemon, I couldn't be a trainer. Then, by some stroke of luck, all that's changed in the matter of a few weeks. I thought all my hard work would've gone down the drain after that battle trail, but nobody has even asked me about it." Izuku ran his hand through his hair.

"You didn't get here because you were lucky." Ochako said, "You got here because you worked for it." Izuku didn't seem like he was listening.

"Now, there's this project. Yet another thing I can't do because my damn head won't do what I tell it! Every time I try, something in the back of my mind stops me! I hate it!" Izuku smashed his fist into the ground, where it impacted a tree root. Izuku slumped, laying down on the ground. In the space where his fist hit the ground, the tree root was completely broken, a crack running down the middle.

When did he get so strong?

Ochako didn't know what to say.

"Maybe I should just take the fail on this assignment." Izuku muttered.

"What happened to the Deku that never gives up?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. Izuku looked over at her, so she continued.

"Do you remember what I told you back in that hallway before the battle trial? I said that we came to this school to learn to become heroes. We won't get it immediately, and you may have to work harder than anyone else, but I know you can do it!"
"You just can't give up!" Ochako said, giving him the biggest smile she could manage, "You have to keep fighting, even if you fail. You may not be able to catch a pokemon this time, but if you keep trying, I know you'll do it eventually. One of these days, you're going to reach out, and you won't freeze up." Ochako took a deep breath in, catching up on air.

Izuku looked her in the eyes, and smile. This time, it wasn't one of those fake smiles like the one from the hallway. This one was a real smile.

"Thank you. I can't promise I'll get it, but I'll try my hardest." Izuku said.

Izuku felt refreshed after lunch. He wasn't completely better, but his talk with Uraraka had certainly helped. Turns out he needed someone to tell him he was being stupid every once in a while.

The bell rang for the final class of the day, and Izuku made his way to the front of the school to meet Uraraka. He was about halfway there when he felt a tug on his arm.

"Hey! In here!" A voice called, pulling Izuku into a side room.

"Who's-!" Izuku started, startled by his sudden detour. Upon entering the room, he saw who was there.

"All Might" Izuku breathed out, relaxing. He was in his small form, which explained why he had pulled Izuku into a private room. They couldn't have students figuring out his secret, after all.

All Might led Izuku to a set of couches surrounding a coffee table. The window next to them overlooked the school entrance, where the sun was just visible over the horizon.

"Midoriya, my boy, are you okay?" All Might broke the tension.

Izuku actually sputtered out a small laugh, which startled the blonde hero. "You're the second one to ask me that today…And I think I'm okay. Not good, but not bad either."

"I heard about this week's assignment." All Might started, "I remember that from my first year…"

Izuku reached around into his backpack, pulling out three black and yellow ultra balls, setting them down on the table.

"It's not all that bad, if I'm remembering the parameters of the assignment correctly. It only calls for catching a pokemon and showing it to your homeroom teacher at the end of the week. You aren't even required to keep it." Izuku nodded in response.

"Technically, I could catch a pokemon without even having to touch it, now that I think about it, but that's not what I want to do." Izuku looked down at Riolu's pokeball on his belt, and he unhooked it. He pressed the button on the middle, and Riolu came popping out in a bask of white light.

"What do you mean?" All Might tilted his head.

"Something I've learned from all these weeks I've spent with Riolu is that Pokemon are really similar to us, in many ways. Riolu acts just like one of us, although immature sometimes." Riolu scoffed, turning his head away and crossing his arms pridefully. It elicited a laugh from All Might.

"The point is," Izuku continued, "I don't want to treat a pokemon like an object. I don't want to go catch a pokemon that I can't use because my stupid head won't let me just for an assignment. If I'm going to catch a pokemon, it's because it's going to be my partner, one that I can depend on. I won't discard it just because I needed it for the assignment."

All Might felt a little proud inside, hearing what Izuku was saying, Sounds like something I'd say… All Might reached out a hand and placed it on Izuku's shoulder.

"Whatever you do, I believe you'll make the right choice. You haven't let me down yet, my boy." All Might gave a skeletal smile. The way Izuku's face lit up, he must have been one of the happiest children to ever walk the earth.

All Might went to stand up, but Izuku stayed sitting down on the opposite side of the table.

"What did you do for this assignment, All Might?" he asked.

All Might paused, before reaching to his side. He pushed aside the yellow suit jacket and pulled something off his belt. He opened his palm and pressed the button on the ultra ball he had just retrieved.

It opened and white light pulled out of the inside, forming into a shape. Izuku had to jump back as to not be crushed by what was forming. When the light dispersed, a beautiful, elegant sea serpent stood between them.

"Milotic?" Izuku recalled a select few times All Might had called upon this pokemon for assistance. The Milotic had formed in the center of the room, right on top of the coffee table. The coffee table groaned in protest to the sudden weight on top of it before the legs gave way, snapping the wooden structure in two.

"I guess I owe the school a new table…" All Might muttered, scratching his chin. Izuku couldn't help but laugh. Milotic rotated its body, giving All Might the sassiest look that it could muster, which added to the hilarity.

Once Izuku calmed down, All Might continued. "I caught Milotic here as a feebas, way back in the day. She was my first partner other than Lucario, though she doesn't get out much these days." MIlotic shot him a glare, "Sorry." All Might muttered.

"She's my water rescue specialist. It's not often that she gets the spotlight, but when she does, I know I can rely on her." All Might recalled Milotic back to her ball, returning it to his belt.

"So you kept your pokemon too?"

"It's just as you said, my boy. Pokemon are like people too. They have feelings, dreams, desires. When I caught feebas way back when, it was because she had been injured and I needed a way to get her to the hospital safely. I couldn't leave her after that. As sassy and sarcastic as she is, we both care deeply for each other." All Might recalled that fated day by the river.

It's kind of like what happened with Riolu… Izuku realized, noting the similarities between the stories.

"It's getting late, and I believe you have some things to think about tonight. I think it's time we get going." All Might pulled Izuku to his feet.

Izuku nodded, "Thanks for your advice, All Might."

"Any time, my boy."

Izuku made a decision that night. He might not succeed in catching and keeping a pokemon, but he was going to try his damndest.

He fell into a routine over the next few days. He'd wake up as normal, go to school with Uraraka, come home for a short time, then leave the house immediately after. From after school until dinner was what Izuku called 'Patrol time'.

During patrol time, he acted very similar to what heroes do when they are on their patrols. He walked the streets with Riolu, going along a random route. The only difference is Izuku wasn't looking for villains, but instead, he was looking for pokemon in need.

His thought process was that if he had been able to ignore his ptsd in order to save Riolu, then maybe he could do it again. Not only that, but Izuku also had been inspired by All Might's story of how he met Milotic.

It was now the third day and Izuku was starting to give up hope. Turns out the streets of Musutafu are not only desert of most pokemon, but the ones that did live in the city were able to fend for themselves. There weren't any injured feebas or anything of the like.

Izuku plopped himself down on the metal park bench, giving his legs a rest. Riolu hopped up, sitting down next to him. Izuku sighed, looking around him. The park was filled with various people doing activities. There was a group of middle schoolers playing soccer to his right, while on the left a group of children was playing on the playground.

There was a group of pidgey in the field behind him, and there were a few wurmple and weedle in the trees. Among the boys playing soccer, there was a couple pokemon enjoying the fun as well.

It's been a while since Riolu and I calmed down and had some fun… Izuku realized, noticing the look Riolu had on his face, looking on the festivities. Izuku nudged him with his elbow.

"What do you say we have some fun, buddy?" Izuku asked. Riolu immediately nodded enthusiastically. Izuku stood up off the bench, stretching his legs.

"How about we have a race. First one to make two laps of the park is the winner." Riolu looked at him, and put out his hand, as if to say, "What do I get when I beat you?" Izuku snorted in laughter.

"Don't get cocky." Izuku said, taking up a starting position, "Three, two o-"

Izuku didn't even get through the last number before Riolu took of at a sprint. Izuku jumped into action, trying to catch up to his partner.

"Oh no you don't!" Izuku yelled, running desperately to keep up.

Mirio Togata was on patrol for Nighteye around the park in the center of Musutafu. It was a nice day outside, which really improved his mood. Not only that, but it was particularly relaxing to just be out with his partner. Just him and Gallade, out looking for any villains.

Mirio was used to the routine by now. Get done at school, head to Nighteye's agency, head out for a patrol, then go home. It may seem like a repetitive and boring existence to most, but Mirio was a workaholic, so it actually pleased him.

What was even better was the fact that most patrols did not include fighting villains. Sometimes he would run into the spare thug on the street, but most days either nothing would happen, or he'd end up helping out a pokemon in need, such as a pidgey with a clipped wing, or something else of that nature.

Today was no different. He was strolling through the park carelessly, searching the area for any villains. He wasn't in his hero uniform today, instead just walking around in a regular tee shirt and jeans. He scanned over the park and took note of the happenings.

A group of kids playing soccer, while another played on the playground. Pokemon were littered through the area, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. That is, until Mirio noticed something moving on the opposite side of the park.

It was a blue and black blur of movement running on the sidewalk that circled the park. Trailing slightly behind was another figure, but the most notable feature from what he could see was a bobbing mass of green hair.

The two figures made their way around the makeshift track, sprinting at full speed. Mirio was impressed by the speed. It was certainly a spectacle to behold. Mirio watched as the two figures looped around, and as they passed by him, he got a better look of them.

The one in first place was a Riolu, though he barely identified it as it blew by him. Just on the pokemon's heels was a boy, probably fifteen or sixteen. He blew by, green tuft moving slightly against the wind. There was one more thing Mirio swore he saw as he passed by.

He swore he saw the trails of green sparks cackling off their skin. Mirio blinked, trying to clear his eyes, but by the time his eyes adjusted, they were too far away to see.

Though he knew he should be on his patrol, Mirio decided to wait. For some reason, he was curious as to what the boy was chasing the pokemon for. So, Mirio sat down on the metal park bench next to him, and waited for the boy and the pokemon to make it back around.

They rounded the last stretch after a couple minutes, and this time they were both going ever so slightly slower, obviously winded. The two were neck and neck now, fighting for the lead. Just as they passed by Mirio, the Riolu blew by and took the lead, winning by a fraction of a second.

Mirio raised his hands, clapping for them.

"Good race! It was close!" He called, drawing the attention of the two. The boy only just seemed to notice he was there.

"T-thanks…" he breathed out, trying to preserve his breath. Mirio reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of bottles of water, handing them to the two. The boy drained the whole thing an a couple seconds, and the Riolu followed soon after. Gallade stood behind the bench, watching for any trouble in the park while Mirio took his break .

"Thanks, again." The boy said, scratching the side of his head.

"That was quite an impressive race you had there. You kept up with a Riolu, which is pretty impressive." Mirio complimented.

"Yeah, that. We figured we'd have some fun and take a break from our patrol."

Ironic… Mirio thought.

"What do you mean 'patrol'?" He questioned. The boy looked slightly embarrassed at the question.

"It's not really a patrol, I've just been calling it that." The boy sat down on the bench next to Mirio, leaning into it and resting his legs.

There was a lack of noise for a few painful moments as Izuku caught his breath.

"What's your name?" Mirio decided to ask, breaking the ice that seemed to settle over the conversation.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya," He said, sticking his hand out to shake. Mirio took it and was surprised by the firmness of the grip.

"I'm Mirio Togata." He introduced himself with a big smile on his face. Nejire had called it 'cartoonish' once, and every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but agree, "what kind of patrolling are you doing?"

Izuku looked down at his feet, "I'm looking for pokemon for an assignment for class." he said. Mirio could tell he was omitting details, but it didn't matter much. Izuku moved his overshirt around a little and Mirio caught a glance of three objects attached to his belt.

Three ultra balls, all marked that they were empty. Mirio noticed those pokeballs, a memory dating back to his first year at Yuuei.

So he's a first year… Mirio thought, keeping his realization to himself.

"You were running quite fast, I noticed. How did you keep it up for so long?" The green sparks he'd seen flashed in Mirio's mind. He'd never seen anything like that. Then again, it could've been his eyes playing tricks on him.

"I've trained for a while, I guess. Since over a year ago I've been training." Izuku admitted. Mirio felt a nudge on his arm. Looking over his shoulder, he saw gallade, tapping his wrist impatiently.

"Well, I guess it's my time to go." Mirio said, standing up. He gave Izuku a big thumbs up, "Good luck with your assignment!"

"Thank you! I'll do my best…" Izuku muttered, looking away and down at his Riolu.

What an odd fellow… Mirio thought to himself as he walked away.

Izuku came out of the engagement with Mirio feeling awkward. He was nice, that was for certain, but it was odd that he approached Izuku out of the blue, and with a pokemon by his side no less. Izuku knew that Gallade were known for being particularly fearsome battlers.

Shaking his mind clear, Izuku decided it was time to head home for the night. He and Riolu walked down the evening streets generally alone. It was seven o'clock on a weekday, to be fair. It was relaxing.

And because the world seemed to have it out for him, that relaxation did not last. Izuku turned the corner and was met with a very familiar face by now.

Floating a few feet off the ground in front of Izuku was the pink pokemon that had made many appearances in the past. It bobbed slightly up and down on thin air, defying gravity.

Izuku stopped in his tracks. The pokemon looked Izuku up and down, and proceeded to do the same thing to Riolu, as if it were confirming that they were who they looked like. Izuku stood still for the whole ordeal, hoping the pokemon wouldn't get too close.

Eventually, it backed off, and only then did Izuku notice something. Every time in the past that the pokemon had made an appearance, it had a playful demeanor. It would be spinning around in circles, making happy noises and messing with Izuku.

Now, however, that demeanor was gone, replaced by a much more serious one. There wasn't any bobbing around or mid-air flips. No games it was playing to try to mess with Izuku. Its moves were rigid, and its face was slanted just the right way that made it seem a lot more fearsome than before.

Something's wrong.

As if to confirm his suspicions, the pokemon gestured to Izuku before floating away. Izuku subconsciously broke into a jog, following behind the pokemon carefully, still cautious of where it was leading him. Riolu sayed right on his heels too.

They took a few turns, going down streets Izuku had only been on a spare few times. Izuku got a few weird looks from civilians, and from that he deduced that they couldn't see the pink pokemon he was following.

Finally, the pokemon stopped after a final corner turn. Izuku looked at his surroundings.

It was an area of the town primarily used for storage, just based off of the sheer number of warehouses around. The cylindrical domes towered overhead, almost giving an eerie feeling.

"Why did you lead me-" Izuku turned to ask the pink pokemon, but stopped when he saw it. It was frozen, staring down the alleyway right next to them. It was glaring into the dark abyss, hate in its eyes.

Cautiously, Izuku took a step forwards, trying to peer into the alleyway for what the pokemon was staring at. Suddenly, something in the abyss moved.

Izuku jumped back, and Riolu sprang into action, taking up a spot between Izuku and whatever was in they alleyway. Izuku heard faint footsteps and…

Something shot out of the alleyway, straight past Riolu, not even paying the pokemon a millisecond of attention. Something wrapped itself around Izuku's leg.

He looked down and all he saw was...white hair?

A little girl had come running out of the alleyway, and she was now clinging to Izuku's leg. He could feel her shaking for some reason. Izuku had no experience with this sort of situation, so he just did what felt right.

He kneeled down, getting on eye level with the girl, and put an arm around her back. From the quick glimpse of her face that he got, he saw that she had bright red eyes along with the white hair, and she was wearing a measly hospital gown. Bandages wound her arms from wrist to shoulder, as well as her legs.

Izuku felt her fast breathing against his ear. Her nails were digging into his skin, even through the shirt he was wearing. Whatever it was, she was terrified. She was holding onto him for dear life.

"I'm sorry about my daughter. She likes to run off sometimes." A voice said from the alley. Izuku looked up to see a man emerge from the gap. He wore dress shirt and tie topped with a gross looking hoodie. His black hair was disheveled and messy, and he wore white gloves.

Most notably of all, however, was his facial attire. Strapped to his face was a red leather and gold bird beak. It covered the entire lower half of his face. Izuku saw the pink pokemon out of the corner of his eye glaring murderously at the new person.

"Your...daughter?" Izuku asked, unconvinced. He would have been suspicious from the get-go, just based on the girl's terrified actions. Now that he saw the pink pokemon's venomous distaste for the man, Izuku knew something was wrong.

"Yeah, I apologize. Eri, let's go." The girl, apparently Eri, gripped onto Izuku's back even tighter, forcing herself to not let go. Izuku put an arm around her back, trying his best to comfort her.

"Are you sure? She seems a little scared." Izuku replied, layering suspicion onto his voice. In the back of his mind, he prodded towards the well of power that was One for All. he tugged on it ever so slightly, just enough to let Riolu know what he was doing.

Riolu turned around, giving a sharp nod to Izuku, apparently having felt the slight pull. Izuku felt Riolu touch the edge of the well of power as well, ready for a fight. If there was going to be one, they'd need the jump start.

The man with the bird mask sighed, throwing his hands up. "She's been difficult lately. Discipline issues and the like." He reached his hand out, "I have dinner cooking at home, and I would really like my daughter back." His voice was emotionless.

Izuku made a move to stand up, and he felt Eri tense up in his arms.

"D-Don't Go. P-p-please…" She breathed out into his ear. It sicked Izuku to see a little girl in a state like this. Whatever he did, sending Eri back with this man was not an option. Izuku stood up, holding Eri in his arms still.

She was surprisingly lightweight. Disturbingly lightweight. Like that of a malnourished child.

"How about I walk with you there? She seems a little tired and I don't mind." Izuku said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's not nice to involve yourself in someone else's home life." The man said, voice carrying anger.

"I really don't mind." Izuku said, taking a step towards the side, as if he were going to continue walking down the street.

The man coughed loudly, causing Izuku to turn. He saw the man, with his hands on his hips, unmoving. His sweatshirt was moved parted so that you could see the side of his belt. Suddenly, Eri gasped, tearing herself from Izuku's arms.

"No-" Izuku breathed as Eri, body shaking the whole way, made her way back to the man in the bird mask.

"Thank you, now let's go home." The man said, turning. As his sweatshirt moved back into place, he saw what the man had done to get Eri back.

There were three pokeballs on his belt.

He showed his murderous intent… Izuku realized. Originally, Izuku had thought that the man was just a bad person who was abusive to his 'daughter', but now it was so, so much more than that.

That man was a villain.

And he was too far away by now for Izuku to chase down, and that left him alone on the street with Riolu and the pink pokemon, trying to figure out what to do.

That's it for now! Also, YES Izuku will eventually figure out Mew's name (Kinda) so that it doesn't get refered to as the "Pink Pokemon" forever.