Chapter 6
Ten months has passed. Izuku was standing on the curve next to his – hopefully – future school, Kacchan by his side, his back hunched and his eyes narrowed at every person passing by. Both their parents were behind them, his mother fretting over him more than usual, while Aunt Mitsuku roughly ran her hands through Kacchan's hair.
"Don't injure anyone, by 'accident'."
"I don't injure anyone on propose." He growls darkly, but his mother sighs and gives him a side shoulder hug, and then fixes his scarf, Kacchan pushing her hands away.
"It's better to say that then saying break a leg, isn't it?"
"By the way, where's your wayward husband Inko? He should be here on a day like this." Uncle Masaru grumbles, searching the premises for him. Inko chuckles, still getting used to the title. Uncle Masaru seeming to have grumbled something under his breath, no doubt about their late wedding.
They haven't had their wedding yet even after signing everything five months ago, all Izuku could get from them was that they were waiting for the right moment. That was weird thing to say, his mother obviously loves this time of year for all the flowers, and 'New beginnings' is always associated with spring. A wedding sounds like a new beginning to him.
He looks down at his bracelets, feeling very nervous.
It was a gift from Toshi – as he insists on being called now that they were related – for him to use during the exam if it was needed. Everyone agreed that if the school figured out that he was partially paralyzed, they would object to him joining the hero department.
They were lucky though, the school only wants the resume and academic records, seeing as they got more than three hundred participants. They would only ask for the other information after being accepted and given a seat in the school, and to get accepted … he needs to pass the test.
He was wearing his leg braces today as well, and did as Kacchan always told him to do. Just stand up and float around if needed. All Might's bracelet – he couldn't really just call him Toshi, that's embarrassing – are thin plated collapsible crutches, it could be mistaken as a fighting rod, so he could use it in the exam as well if he was forced too.
"He's a teacher there, remember? He needs to help others in preparing, and he's also going to watch over some tests." What she didn't say was that he was with the principle, talking about other things that she couldn't be privy of, she understood of course, it was hero's work, she shouldn't know about these things unless it concerned Izuku.
"Fine, we got our good lucks, can we go." Complained Katsuki, Inko made a noise of distress before hugging her son.
"Be careful. Remember, don't use all of your powers."
"I will mom." He told her, giving her a wide smile. When the parents left, Kacchan huffs and starts moving to the entrance, he stayed in place staring off at the car that they have just left with.
His mom looked so scared.
Gulping, Izuku floats for a bit, but remembers the quirk restriction. It would have been strange if he was flying, since no one else could use their quirks so blatantly. He sighs and softly lands on the ground, then takes a step forward.
He takes another, and another …
… But he suddenly hears a snapping sound coming from his legs. He blinks, eyes wide open as he watches the ground moving closer to his face.
Did his braces get stuck?
Shaking his head, he was about to use his quirk to stop the descent, but suddenly felt his body becoming light.
"Eh?" The descent to the ground has been stopped, his face was still close to it. "EH?"
"Are you alright?" He was suddenly moved as if he weighted nothing, and was now standing in front of a brunette with round pinkish cheeks. "It was my quirk, sorry for using it on you all of a sudden. But it'd be bad luck if you fell, right?" She said, her hands in a praying possession, slightly tilted to the side along with her head.
A girl was talking to him?
A girl was talking to him nicely?
What?
"Aren't you nervous?" She asked, eyes closed and not seeming nervous at all. Izuku nods even though she couldn't see it, his mind still reeling from the fact that a person aside from Kacchan, Shinsou and Shibi, and in his age, was nice to him, and a girl too. Usually they'd get jealous at him for taking up all of Kacchan's attention, are just plain bullied him.
"Let's do our best, see ya!" She waved at him and walked away. Izuku smiled and starts to slowly float, not caring what anyone else would say.
"For a flying person, I would have never expected you to trip on yourself." He hears, perking up, Izuku turns around grinning widely at who he saw.
Shinsou Hitoshi was here, with his deep dark bags under his eyes and his obviously uncombed bed hair looking very perturbed for the fact that he was even standing, or awake.
"Hitoshi!" He yells, flying at him and giving him a hug. Hitoshi slowly returns it, patting his back. "I didn't know you were applying for Yueei? Are you going to the hero department, I know you'll be amazing there." He gushes, Hitoshi blinks and looks to the side, a sad look appearing.
"I'm just taking the theory test, I'm going into general education." Izuku was surprised.
"W-Why? Didn't you always want to be a hero?"
"Think about it Izuku, I brainwash people, not robots. Even if I used my quirk on others and told them to fight off the robots on my behalf, people would call me a cheater." He mumbles, stepping away from the green haired boy. Izuku frowns but hovers closer to his friend.
"I still think you'll be an amazing hero." He told him, and just for a second, he saw Hitoshi smile.
0o0o0
The theory test was easy, he thought as he moved in his seat. Kacchan had his head on his desk with his hands wrapped around it and sending him a lazy glare. Hitoshi wasn't there anymore, only coming for the theory test alone, so he didn't need to accompany them to the lecture hall. Kacchan wasn't very nice to him when he brought the blue haired boy with him. Izuku was not surprised, Kacchan never liked him in the few moments they saw each other, and Hitoshi doesn't like his personality much.
"You aced it?"
"I aced it!"
"I'm not surprised, you're book smart." He mutters and looks down at the person who just stepped onto the stage. Izuku's smile turns into a wide grin.
"It's present Mic, the voice hero!" He whispers at Kacchan. "He has his own radio show, I listen to him every week. His neck gear helps stabilizes his sound output like a rectifier does to electricity."
Kacchan punches his shoulders, growling. "I know, you force me to listen with you, now shut up."
Present Mic starts to lecture them on their exam's rules, showing a convenient retro styled animation on the screen. It amused him because the avatar showed to be Present Mic himself jumping on robots, accompanied by a sound signifying their death. He talked about the points given to them.
"Look, we're not in the same field." Kacchan mumbles, looking very much annoyed by the idea. Izuku looks down on his paper and agrees.
"Even though our numbers are next to each other." He said, frowning in thought. "Does that mean they don't want friends to test an exam together?"
"May I ask you a question?" The lecture was interrupted by a bespectacled boy, who seems taller than even Kacchan. His mannerism also reminded him that of a robot. However, he suddenly turns and points at him.
"You with the curly hair, you mutter a lot, please do refrain from doing that," He then glares at him.
"It's obnoxious."
That actually felt like a slap to the face.
Everyone around him laughed as he covers his mouth muttering sorry multiple times. Kacchan's growling could be heard. Looking up, he could see him locking his sight at him, Izuku pales. He knew that look. He now knew that a new name has been added in Kacchan's list of resentment.
"I bet he was in a prestigious school, like the prick he is." He whispers to him, and Izuku's feellings of humiliation starts to recede. "All rules and discipline and shit, he's like a robot now."
Present Mic stole his attention before he could burst laughing. Kacchan thought of him as a robot too.
"Yes, the fourth robot is an obstacle. It's too large and gets crazy in narrow areas. It's also worth zero points, so it's better to ignore it, don't you agree?" Present mic answers the question for the taller boy, making sure his voice wasn't too loud that their ears would hurt from it.
In their changing rooms, he checks on his brace and realized that a part of his old uniform snagged on the joint of his brace, the reason for tripping outside. Sighing, he was glad that his gym clothes were very baggy.
Floating outside, he looks around nervously, flinching every few moments when someone talks too loudly or accidentally jabs a limb at his direction.
He wanted Kacchan, he didn't want to be here alone.
With a sad expression, he turns to look for a familiar face, maybe someone from his old school, or … just someone. Shinsou was coming to U.A. too, so maybe he's here?
Unfortunately, no blue haired boy with dark shadows under his eyes would be found, and he knew that. Fortunately, he found someone he has met this morning, the nice person. Smiling, he starts walking to her in tentative steps, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
When he looks at the owner, he winces.
It was the boy with the glasses and robotic manners, towering over him a bit.
"That girl appears to be trying to focus." He starts, and he looks back at her, seeing her take deep breaths. "Are you just taking the exam to interfere with others?"
He did not look happy. Izuku shook his head, not finding his voice to talk.
He hears everyone else start to talk around him, and realized that it was about him and how they were thinking less of him for how he was acting the whole day.
They all thought he was weak.
Feeling like he was closing in on himself, and his cheeks getting hot, he decides to yell at the bespectacled boy to leave him alone, but was stopped by Present Mic yelling from the watchtower, his voice clearly heard from afar.
"Okay, start!" They all look up at him. "What, do you think that in a real battle someone will give you a countdown? Run, run, or you'll get left behind."
Izuku blinks and looks around him, gasping in horror when he found it empty and everyone running to the entrance.
He didn't even start and "I … I'm behind already!"
He takes one step forward, and soars above everyone, not letting their recent mockery get him down. Izuku didn't even fly a past building before getting shot at by one of the robots. Finding a target, he was about to strike with his hands, only to have the robot shot at by someone else on the ground.
"Merci." A blond told him and runs away, his stomach glowing inside a belt.
"Six minutes left." Present Mic shouts.
"What?" He couldn't believe it, it didn't feel like a minute pass by?!
His eyes searches ground, he found some robots and shoves his hands in front of him then pulling back sharply. The robots fly from their place, passing by him and almost touching him by a hair's breadth. Gulping, he looks behind and slams his hands together, the robots slamming each other in simulation.
He punches the air and makes a pleased sound before pulling other robots from the ground, starting to gain some points for only choosing targets worth three points.
He dodges a rocket that almost hit him, the sudden velocity caused him to feel nauseous. Slowly gliding down. He still pulls his arms to himself trying to pull robots away and then lets them drop on the ground.
He felt his legs touch the ground and recounts the number of points he has gained.
It's not enough. His head wipes around, trying to look for more robots, but it was harder to scout on ground than above, and every automation in his sight was broken down.
He felt sweat pouring out of him. His fears rising up. What if he failed? He couldn't run to search for more enemies, and he was an easy target in the air as well.
"Three minutes!"
He starts gliding above the ground, yet he still couldn't find any robots as they were getting picked by others.
He only finds one when and pulls it to himself, the machine blasts at him in a frightening speed, he quivered in place at the accidentally made projectile – his emotions affects his quirk so of course he'll lost a bit of his control – and swats his hands to the sky, the robot follows its path and shoots off so far away, that he couldn't see it from his place anymore from how tiny it has become.
"Two minutes!"
'Please shut up!' Izuku wanted to scream, the countdown making him nervous.
Then everything starts to shake.
Everyone stopping in their place. Izuku doesn't dare to stand on the ground, not wanting for the earthquake to knock him on off his feet. Dust was now covering the area.
He starts to hear yelling, and noticed the shadows in the dust getting closer to him, as other contestants were running towards him. Looking slightly up, he pales when he sees the reason why.
An enormous large robot was coming their way.
He was about to fly away, but he felt someone knocking him down on the ground, and he felt himself hit it. The pain he felt was muted in his legs. Everyone still ran as the dust clears from sight, showing the rest of the robot's large frame.
He couldn't move, even though it was getting closer, and closer, ever so slowly. He still didn't have it in himself to get away.
But then he hears a pained sound close to himself, his eye sight sharpens and locks down on the source.
It was the nice person, her leg stuck under the rubble and her head seeming to have been injured. Fearfully, he looks up at the robot that could easily towering a building getting closer, and looks downs at the girl.
"But it'd be bad luck if you fell, right?" He remembers her voice, sounding enthusiastic, happy, and confident. "Let's do our best, ya!"
She's going to get hurt.
"It's too large and gets crazy in narrow areas." Present Mic's voice evaded his mind. He sees the robot moving its hands, seeming to have stopped just to press on the girl. His mind forms the mental image of a flattened body on ground, and bloody robotic fingers.
"NOOO!" He yells, shoving his hands on the ground and pushing himself, feeling himself shooting off from his place and soaring upwards towards the automaton's head. He clenches his fist in desperation, pulls it back, and then punches the air, pushing as much energy as he could into his punch.
The pressure that was resulted destroyed 3/4th of the machine's face, forcing it to fall behind from how powerful it was. His quirk concentrated into one spot, pierced the machine's armor into smithereens.
Izuku blinks as he falls backwards as well, his world was getting slower, he watches the robot's destruction in great detail, noting which eye gets destroyed first, and how the two buildings behind it were also breaking from the force of his punch. Decaying from whatever energy he has pushed through and letting the rubble fly upwards to the sky.
Something he never understood completely was his quirk. He knew he was a Telekinetic user, he knew that he has mostly inherited it from his mother, for her quirk was also considered a form of Telekinesis. However, even as a young child, he always knew that his quirk was far more than that.
His mother would always tell him to try and hide his quirk, always fearing that someone will take him away for it. He remembers Uncle Naomasa explaining to him the reasons as to why. His quirk was a source quirk. It was an original, where a variety quirk would come from a long line of mixed branches, his own quirk came straight from the root. Every basic ability that could be imagined was right in the palm of his hands, and all it needs for him to use it is his own imagination.
He could push and pull with a force, just like how his mother only pulls things to herself.
He could create a barrier around himself that he could use to fly. He could shape that same invisible barriers into multiple shapes and sizes that he could control at will, and even protect himself with it. Heck, he doesn't even need it to fly, he only uses that as an excuse to whenever someone asks, that he continuously pushes himself off ground in a constant flow of energy to stay afloat so that they wouldn't question his quirk.
His quirk exudes energy, to the point that it could manifest itself into the visible light spectrum.
He could do so much, yet he was constricted. Always ordered to not show it, not to tell anyone about it. No one has ever told him why other than giving the 'someone might take you away' explanation.
So he always mimicked.
He would push and pull things, telling that his mom has the same quirk.
He would only fly and say that this is his quirk, nothing more.
He would make barriers and say it's the energy collecting together to have physical weight.
Now however, he doesn't know how to explain this. A person doesn't usually get two quirks, and he showed more than two.
Punching the air only helped him focus the direction of his quirk.
Shaking his head, Izuku closes his eyes, wanting to forget about this. He knows that he'll make up an excuse later if someone asked. Heck, he'd just say that he overpowered his 'pushing' attack, and he'll start calling it a blast instead.
He could feel the wind bellowing through his hair, his clothes flapping. His back hitting the air, his face upwards in the skies.
Opening his eyes slowly, he was ready to use his quirk to start flying when pain suddenly struck his mind.
It felt like a needle, a big sharp needle hammering his head constantly in one spot rather than the hazy sort of headache one would usually experience.
Izuku hears himself scream, his hands clutching his head at the pain.
Forcefully opening his eyes, he looks upwards, but confusion laces his thoughts.
Instead of the clear blue skies with the buildings decorating the edge of his vision, he sees-
He sees Kacchan, small with fear filling his eyes as he yells with hands outstretched. But this was wrong, Kacchan wasn't this small, Kacchan is taller than him, he lords over him with this fact and always laughs at his own size, making a jab of it constantly. Yet here he is, Kacchan, small, trying to reach him, but he was falling further away, his friend screaming his name and dangling over a bridge.
A familiar bridge, one that he couldn't remember well.
Suddenly, the images melt away as his hair covers his vision, the loud scream that was coming out of his friend somehow turned into his own voice, shrieking in alarming pain. His hands were now clutching his head instead of his hair, trying to ebb away the pain. The robot was still falling away and- how did I not see that robot – it all stops, when he felt someone slap him mid-air.
0o0o0
Katsuki knew that he has aced his test. Not a robot came into his sight without dropping on the floor, immobilized or wrecked from his quirk. He left the battle ground without fanfare, as everyone else chatted away about their own experience, trying to figure out whether they have succeeded or not.
When he went to the changing room, he started to hear the rumors.
"Who would have thought a bland guy like him, has flight and super strength! Did you see him? He just flew off the ground and punched, his punch didn't even hit the thing, and it drops."
So the other battlefields also had a gigantic robot coming out in the last few minutes. Shrugging, Katsuki immediately changes his clothes, hoping that he'll find his friend soon so that he could ask him about his how he did in the exam.
"He was such a nervous wreck, all day mumbling and muttering like he was afraid of something."
"Still, having all that power?"
"So unfair, why did a dork get a quirk like that?" Someone whines, and Katsuki growls.
Instead of moaning about it, just work up on your own skill and make it powerful. Bunch of ungrateful fuckers.
"But why do you think he fell off screaming like that?"
"Recovery Girl said something about his head. I guess that answers why he's so nervous all the time. Maybe he's like, depresses or something?"
"You guys do realize he's an Otaku, right?"
Katsuki slams his locker closed, throwing his bag on his back and stomping away.
He really wanted Izuku.
"Did you see his old man outside of the battlefield? He's like a skeleton. Like, borderline creepy. If it weren't for the fact he was freaking out over his kid, I would have thought he was a stalker or something."
"Oh yeah, his eyes were glowing too, I guess that runs in the family, what was his name again?"
"Maduka?"
"That's an anime you idiot."
"Mido- something." Katsuki freezes. He sharply turns around and narrows his eyes at the group of speakers. Every one of them felt the glaze of anger being directed at them as they flinched.
"Midoriya Izuku. Is it Midoriya Izuku, with green hair and freckles?" He demands.
Flying person that didn't even touch a robot and managed to immobilize it. Bland – not really bland, just always lost in his mind – face. Skeleton father – Mr Yagi works here now, he's a staff member and of course he'll be here.
A person who was screaming as he fell down.
"Y-Yes."
"Where did they take him?" He demands, his twitchy hands letting off smoke.
Izu-chan was hurt.
0o0o0
A week later, and Katsuki still hovers over him. Watching over him sharply and making sure he doesn't do anything stressing.
It was frustrating. His friend would always push him back on his new wheelchair and order him to sit still as he does what he himself intended to do.
Izuku wanted to move, he wanted to do something.
Every passing day, he would feel dread creep up into his subconscious. Toshi – it feels so weird saying that – hasn't come home since the exams, the marking taking up a large proportion of his time, and he hasn't even called much but to make sure that they were alright.
And while yes, he does live with them now most of the week, he still has another house that protects most of his items, any evidence about his hero identity was stored there after all, and he would only bring his suit with him here. So he might have been going there to get his nourishments and return to work immediately, or maybe the school accommodated him, knowing that marking week has come.
He felt like he has failed, in all honesty.
He wasn't able to immobilize enough robots, after many recounting, and he was hoping that they would mark them on skills and strength, not just attack points.
The Bakugous would visit and spend most of the day with them. Katsuki has already gotten his acceptance letter, making him extra nervous.
Now he knows what Hitoshi must feel like, not able to enter the department that he wants because of a test. One he should have passed so easily, he usually reminds himself. If only he had more experience fighting, if only-
A knock was heard, the door was then opened and the now familiar footsteps were heard.
"It's me!"
"Welcome home honey." His mother laughs, putting the pan down and moving towards the blond. Izuku makes a face turning around before seeing his idol kissing his mom, probably on the cheeks but he wasn't risking it.
It was routine by now, and it was too gooey for him. At least, his parents aren't like Katsuki's, sometimes having a full make out session in the living room when he returns from home. His friend always complained about those.
Toshi – Toshinori or All might, not Toshi – stood by his side, Izuku looks up with a questioning look.
"I have your results." He said. Izuku took a moment before jumping up from his seat, reaching the blond's eye level, his hands holding a letter above his head.
He was smiling, eyes glowing in happiness.
"What did you say Mr Toshi?!" Izuku yells, jumping straight at him. The man had to cover his mouth at that instant, between his fingers, blood flew down as the result of the sudden surprise. The teen floated back a bit to escape getting hit by the spray.
"Ne, young Izuku, how many times did I tell you to just call me Toshi, even Toshinori if you're that uncomfortable. Honestly, Naomasa and his corrupting skills had you talking like him when you're still fourteen." He sighs, shaking his head, taking out a handkerchief to clean the blood from his hand and mouth. Izuku chuckles sheepishly, scratching his nose.
"Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, young man! How about you go up and read your letter?" Izuku nods enthusiastically, grabbing onto the letter and floating away, leaving the parents alone in the living room.
Inko turns around giving him a look.
"You didn't get him recommended did you?" She asks worriedly, but the man shook his head, heaving down on the couch that his step son was on not a minute ago.
"No. Izuku will feel like he cheated if I did. I wasn't even a judge on his score, I was judging another group."
"Oh good." She sighs in relief, sitting next to him and leaning on his shoulder. "He really would be upset if you recommended him."
"I didn't tell anyone about our relationship. I'll tell the principle later though. He needs to be aware of every relationship between staff and students. I'm not sure if I could even tell my new colleagues."
"You don't trust them, do you?"
"Well … you see … there's someone I don't get along with-" he say timidly, moving his hands together to convey his feelings. "I accidentally called him a giant caterpillar the first time I saw him."
"Oh dear."
"He wasn't impressed with the fact that I was joining the staff for no reason. I only received my teaching credential recently after all, and I couldn't very well tell them that I'm looking for a successor." He mumbles, Inko puts a hand on his right hand, bringing it don and stopping it from moving frantically. It didn't help stopping the other one though. "He's one of the few whom actually despised my hero personality, and then he wasn't impressed with the truth that I'm basically crippled."
That caught her attention.
"What a despicable man." She suddenly seethes, Toshinori jumping from his place.
"Please, Inkochan, don't be mad at him. He only thought that I was using an excuse the first I got it, thinking that I want to retire the moment I got injured. I had to explain to everyone else what happened to receive my injury, which happened two decades ago. Then we shared a sort of respect between us."
"That still doesn't excuse him for being so rude." She fumes, sitting upright and giving her husband a determined look.
"He's somewhat crippled as well. Apparently, his quirk would have caused him to become blind if he continued using it, but his quirk is invaluable to both the police and hospitals, so he couldn't only use it when he pleases. It basically erases a person quirk. Recovery Girl gives him a bi-yearly checkup in case his vision starts to decrease."
Inko stills for a moment, giving him a wide eyed look.
"What?"
"Oh my …"
"Inkochan?" Toshinori was now worried, leaning a bit so that he could face her and watch her reaction. She looked shocked.
"Eraserhead?" She whispers. Toshinori was surprised.
"How do you know him, he's an underground hero after all?"
"Well … I met him when …"
0o0o0
Aizawa Shouta looks at his registry list. His dry eyes picking every name, recalling every footage concerning the owner in his mind and determining whether they have any potential or not.
It was when he reaches the name Midoriya Izuku that he stops. His mind does supply the examination footage, but it supplies more than that, more valuable information. His hands shakes for a moment, a feeling of rage fells him up before disappearing with the mental image of a four year old child.
"How could such a cruel man like you, have this child as your son?" He wonders aloud, letting his scarf move and reach onto a compartment. But he doesn't open it, he only lets the scarf glide over it for a moment before returning it back to how it used to be when idle.
"Or for that matter, marry a woman like her? Kind people that you have clearly dragged." And they weren't the only one, they weren't the only victims, but he wasn't sure if calling those two victims was appropriate.
Midoriya Hisashi definitely did not abuse his family, but clearly neglected them until he gained a reason to abandon them. Just when he was close to catching him.
Glaring at the paper, he puts it down and closes eyes, rubbing them a bit.
His eyes were killing him.
Thinking about that family, and how he thought he wouldn't return to them, he was wrong.
It wasn't uncommon for a hospital to ask for his help, or the police force in a manner. At times, there were patients that have minimal control over their quirks, either as a result of an injury or the escalation of their emotions. Hospitals were used to it by now, sometimes though, there comes a patient that they couldn't handle without extra help.
He has searched the family countless times and knew by then that the family visited the doctors three times to check on their son's quirk. So he was surprised that they would call him to help stop the child's continued use, in an ambulance none the less.
Needless to say, he has arrived in time, and navigated the area using his scarf, pulling himself in the anti-gravity field to reach the source and erase it for a few moments until they sedated the child.
They had to call him again a month later for the same patient, and again, and again.
Countless times he has been called until the green haired boy could have a handle on his quirk. Usually, he would have an episode that results in the explosion of all the lights in the building, a very grave thing to happen in a hospital, one with many surgeries conducting most of the day. So he had to be on standby till the last days of the child's stay
Such a troublesome quirk.
It has been a long time though, and he doubts that Midoriya would remember him, not after a decade, and not when he has met him when he was a half conscious four year old.
It might have been sentiment, but he had to have him as one of his students. He used the excuse of his quirk going haywire to the principle to approve of his request, but he was sure that the male already formed an opinion of his request.
"I do hope you don't let past grudges colour your perspective, Aizawa-kun." His principle says. While he does have the elder Midoriya on his mental wanted list, he already has the younger one in his student's one, and the principle needn't to worry about him holding a grudge on a boy because of his father.
"Mister red eyes?"
Not really, especially not him.
Really, just when he thought that was the last time he interacts with that family.
0o0o0
"I don't think that Izuku remembers him, though." Inko sighs, leaning on the couch with one hand on her cheeks. That has been such a long time ago, and she was still hesitant to speak with the man. He did think that she was involved with her exe's affairs. Something that she was proud she wasn't.
"Does Izuku know about his father?" Toshinori asks worriedly, questions now forming after hearing the story.
"Izuchan knows nothing about him but the fact that he is an ungrateful, dishonest man." She says in ire, but Toshinori moves his hands to wrap it around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. She sighs tiredly, plopping her head onto his chest. Toshinori winces a bit, but the scar didn't pain him much, it was only the surprise, and it was on the other side luckily.
"Who would have thought …"
"That's why I'm afraid whenever Izuchan gets emotional. I … I just remember him. The way he loses control of his own quirk when he gets angry."
"I thought he only breathes fire?"
"He doesn't only breath it. He never updated his quirk. I don't really know the extinct of his quirk. Sometimes … sometimes I think Izuku's quirk is a mix of both of ours. Maybe his father's quirk is source quirk as well, and Izuku inherited that trait for him but with my own quirk in the mix. I do know that Hisashi is much more powerful that he showed in public."
"Where is he then? Why hasn't there been any orders or warnings regarding him, if he did participate in illegal activities?"
"Why? Where do you think Izuku got his smarts and analytical skills from?" Toshinori pales for a bit. "I just know that if he does attack one day, it would be devastating."
"He'll be angry if he found out that you kept this from him." Toshinori whispers looking at the stairs, but she shook her head.
"Izuku's dream was to be a hero when he grows up, I … I couldn't tell him that his father was a …"
"I understand." He told her, but Inko still tears up and cries, sobbing onto his chest and wetting his clothes. Toshinori thought that tonight was going to be a happy night, filled with celebration. He reckons that he should move the celebration for later. Today, Inko needs support.
0o0o0
Three weeks, there has been a three week's wait, and Kacchan couldn't even wait longer. He had to run off to get there before him, just so he can show him up. Meanie.
He groans as Toshinori ruffles his hair, both of them watching his blond friend run inside.
"There, you can fly inside the school."
"I can't believe it. I'm in high school, my parents shouldn't drive me to school, now Kacchan has something new to make fun of me about."
"Don't worry young Izuku, I don't think Bakugou-kun would make fun of you about something like this, he did ride with us after all. If you need me, or your wheelchair, I'll be in the teacher's room, just look and ask for my real name." He told him, Izuku shyly smiles at him before floating out from the window, his large yellow bag following suit. He waves away at the man as he speeds away, the man grinning back and probably driving towards the teachers' parking lot. He then turns around to look at the large building.
300 participants, and only 36 are chosen to study in this building. A shaky smile forms on his lips, as he realizes that he was part of the 36. With glee, he flies inside, very sure that he wasn't late.
Once he reaches Class 1-A, he blinks at how large the door was.
Was it for anyone with a mutation quirk? It probably is. Shaking his head, he opens the door.
And regrets it immensely, for it seems that the room was sound proofed and there was already a fight early this morning. It wasn't surprising to see that one end of the fight involved his best friend, his leg already up on the desk grinning maniacally and announcing that he was going to squish the other like bug.
They have always been in the same class, always sitting next to each other or behind the other, so it didn't surprise him really, that he and Kacchan were put together once more.
The other person however, he chokes the moment his eyes lands on him.
It's the scary robot guy. Robot guy announced that his name was Iida Tenya, and that he was from a-
He couldn't really focus, he didn't want to get closer to him, he was scared that he'll make others laugh at him once again. He couldn't handle it well at the exams and now he's here, he's probably going to be his bully this year, like how has a bully every year.
"I knew it." Kacchan growls, he turns and perks up a bit, his grin dropped the predatory glean in it as he waves him over. "Deku you nerd, turns out robot freak really is from an elite junior high." He laughs loudly, and Izuku rubs his arm, feeling like he was closing in on himself with how everyone turned to look at him after Kacchan's announcement.
Kacchan has a knack of predicting things, and he really is starting to wonder if it was a part of his quirk or not. Since he usually gives away tiny comments that turns up to be true later on. Robot freak, as Kacchan dubbed him, looks up at him and has a glint of recognition shine through his eyes.
He starts walking towards him with a loud greeting, and Izuku float out of the room slowly to put some space between them.
"Hello, my name is Iida Tenya, and I went to-"
"I-I heard it, s-sorry." He said nervously, his eyes moving to his friend who was already on his feet, his hands twitching from irritation. He looks ready to blast robot fre- Iida.
Not good.
"I'm Midoriya, nice to meet you Iida-kun." He said, giving him a timid smile, his head moving down as he closes his eyes.
"Midoriya-kun," He starts, Izuku opens his eyes and finds a very contemplative expression sent to his direction. "You knew what the practical exam was about, didn't you?"
Huh?
"I had no idea." He said, raising his hands. "I misjudged you." A bitter expression was now apparent as his moves his head to the side. "It pains me to admit it, but you are better than me."
He didn't understand anything, including whatever Iida is talking about.
He tried to fly outside a bit more, but he felt like someone has bumped into him. Turning around in the air, he finds the nice person he has met on exam day.
"Oh! Curly hair! You passed just like Present Mic said!" She said excitedly.
Izuku was really happy to see her, just for the fact that she was nice to him since she met him, and as well for saving him on the exam day, as he has been told by Mr Toshi, not to mention how she tried to give away some of her points to let him join the school.
She really was a nice person, and he couldn't be any happier to have met her.
He was about to proclaim his gratitude, when he heard something from below.
All three of the students looked down and pale at what they saw.
'A Caterpillar!'
Coincidentally, all three thought the same thing.
The caterpillar stood up, and dissected itself from the inside-
Izuku had to shake his head to realize that said caterpillar was actually a person wearing a sleeping bag, and he was just unzipping himself out of it.
"It took eight seconds for you to get quiet. Slow response." He said tiredly, he looked tired too. He gives one sweep with his eyes, looking at every student, not missing how his blond friend was snatching his hands and pulling him to his seat but decided to ignore it.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Nice to meet you." He finally announces, just as Izuku touched his chair. He could feel everyone's surprise of the news, as they all stare at the exhausted looking man, with his very messy hair, scary looking eyes, and thinking that this man will oversee them for at least a year.
The man then continues to pull out a sort of onesie from inside his sleeping bag.
"Oh yeah, wear this."
"I'm not wearing whatever he had inside with him in a sleeping bag." Kacchan whispers, and Izuku was inclined to agree.
AN:-
Aizawa was supposed to appear after Izuku's first surgery, the same explination would have been written, but I obviously didn't, because it felt wrong at that time.
You guys won't believe how many bad things happened to me this week. My charger cord fell into me tea, and that's the least of my problems.
(I just want to say to anyone who is in, or close by, any protest or riots to be safe, and watch out for yourself and close ones.)