"Ehh... it's late already? Aww... I wanted to spend some more time with my favourite nephew" Nemuri complained while she tore herself from Izuku.
The young boy covered his face with his scarf to protect himself from more cheek pinching. It didn't actually hurt, it was repetitive and Izuku could feel himself starting to get a rash.
"Anyways, just give this to Shouta when he comes back" Nemuri said with a sad sigh as she excused herself from the apartment. Izuku was left with a large suitcase filled with who knows what. The silver container with no label or marking whatsoever was mocking him.
Telling him to open it, take a glance at its contents and possible items within. Looking back, forth and around the room Izuku was slowly inching his way towards the suitcase.
Flipping it over so it would lie on its side, Izuku looked towards dual clips signifying quality in production. It looks too important for an 8-year old to be messing with.
But alas, the motions have already been set and Izuku was unclipping the minimum security that it had. Taking a few glances around him, he unlocked the case. There was no going back now. The lid was still closed though.
Taking one last glance behind him, Izuku slowly lifted the lid. Wincing as he slowly raised the top-half of the case to reveal.
"B-Bandages?" izuku questioned once he took a peak in the case. He raised his right arm, bandages in hand as he examined the material closer. 'Wait, these aren't bandages' he thought as he squinted and moved the material closer to his eyes.
'It's too thick to be a conventional medical product.' He thought as he lowers the material. 'Maybe it's for more serious wounds?' Izuku asked himself.
It looked familiar, like he's seen this material before. 'But where?' He pondered with a hand on his chin.
'Bandages?'
'Thick bandages, definitely'
He took the fabric in the case again, only this time he took its entire contents.
The whole case was just filled with the material, around 5 or 6 meters was the length when put in a straight line.
Izuku looked towards it again, memories invaded his head as he took a glance at the white fabric.
"Wait! I know where this is from!" The boy's eyes widened with shock and slight pride with remembering such a fact.
"It's Aizawa-san's capture whatever!" He said with a smile as he looped it around his neck over his scarf. It was heavy, too heavy for a boy his age to be carrying around on his neck. So more than half of the length was on the floor, drooping as it lead back to the boy.
"Now let's try something" Izuku muttered with a smile as he tried tossing one of the ends from his neck to the side of the drywall. Only for the bandage to flop down a meter from him disappointingly. 'How does he do it?' Izuku thought, remembering how Aizawa took down baddies with a flick of his scarf and tangling them with the white fabric.
"It just doesn't make sense" He mumbled, taking the fabric from the floor and moving it eye-level to him "for a good toss, I need weight on the end so momentum could do its job and tangle or hit someone" Izuku pondered.
"And using it while it's on your neck is kinda straining" he said with a salty laugh as he took it off. It was getting hot, the added heat of his scarf and the bandages made him sweat. Sure his scarf from emi had a temperature control module, but it can't affect external heat.
"H-Huh?" Izuku let out a curious noise as he saw his hand wrapped around in the cloth as it clung tightly onto his skin, not tight enough to strain blood flow but tight enough to feel gripping.
"Ugh" the boy grunted as he truffled to take the bandages off, he couldn't find the ends of the cloth while he tried prying the material off.
"C'mon" another pull, trying and trying to take it off as it wrapped around his left arm. With a swift motion, Izuku flicked his arm in protest as one end of the material shot off and hit the wall.
"Whoa Whoa Whoa!" izuku yelled excitedly as he saw the end of the bandage laying on the floor across the room. His arm was still wrapped in the material, but a section of his arm was revealed. Like only a portion was used in shooting it forward.
"Super super cool!" Izuku said with stars in his eyes while he walked across the room and grabbed the other end of the cloth. It was such a nice feeling for the boy, watching yourself find new uses and applications for tools used by masters of said tools.
"And again!" izuku grunted, he wrapped his arm again in the material as he tried tossing it once more towards the drywall. It shot out once again and hit. "Why is this stuff so cool?" Walking towards the other end and picking it up.
*thump*
*thump*
*thump*
'Oh no' Izuku thought as he glanced back towards the door, footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door.
'oh no no no no no no!' Izuku panicked mentally as he grabbed the end of the bandage, and the other. He piled up the bundle of cloth in his hands as he tried looking for the suitcase.
"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" He ran frantically as he heard a knock on the door.
Some sections of the bandages drooped into the floor while he ran around the small room that served as the living room.
A small click on the doorknob suggested that someone had used the keys to open the door. "There it is!" Behind the couch was his only saving grace from what horrors Aizawa would subject to him once he discovers what Izuku has done to his expensive capture gear.
"Oops!" He yelped, Izuku tripped on one of the ends of the bandage-like material. He rolled over as he accidentally tangled himself in the fabrics. Grunting, he tried getting himself up only for him to flop back over.
"Oi Izuku, I'm home" Aizawa boredly called once he closed the door behind him.
"Izuku?" He almost snickered as he saw the small boy tangled up in the capture gear he ordered from a support company.
"Uhh... H-Hi" He replied, slightly embarrassed from his predicament.
"Let's get you up" Aizawa motioned himself closer as he gave a sigh and a roll of the eyes. With one pull of a strand of the fabric, Aizawa managed to untangle the boy with one tug.
"I see you took an interest in my capture gear" He stated with a sly smirk as the boy questioned how he managed to untangle him with one fell swoop.
"S-Sorry about messing it up" Izuku rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment as he handed Aizawa the bundled up bandages.
"Hmm... you want to keep it?" The scraggy man asked as he crouched down to meet the boy's eyes. "Wh-what?!" Izuku asked. "You wanted to become a hero right? You need tools, you need materials, you need training. So in addition to that little thing, we'll be training tomorrow" he stated.
"T-Training? W-Wait. You were serious?" He questioned.
"Of course I am. Do I look like someone who would be into jokes?" Aizawa asked back.
"N-No" the green-haired boy mumbled.
"Good." Aizawa stood back up after he ruffled izuku's hair. "Just get ready for tommorow, we wouldnt want you half-dead after a day of training." He headed back up towards his room after he left the boy with the bundled up bandages.
'Become a hero?' Izuku mentally asked himself, looking towards the capture gear in his hands he felt a strange feeling bubbling within him.
Could it be excitement?
Or
Could it be nervousness?
On one hand, Izuku would receive proper training from a pro-hero. Pointers and combat regimens would be tossed his way to absorb and execute when he takes on a hero course in highschool.
But on the other hand, he's extremely weak in his current state. He hasn't even lifted a weight heavier than 2 kilograms. 'Maybe he'll be disappointed in me and stop the training!?' Izuku thought as he gripped the cloth, 'No' With a grit of his teeth he denied. 'I'm gonna try my best, and I'm gonna be a great hero! Like Mom would've wanted!' Carrying the bundled up fabrics he set his mind, readying himself for the worst and beyond.
Break
"Alright, this is simple. Follow after me." Aizawa sent out a right punch, left kick, left uppercut, a crouch, then a sweeping kick. "Got it?" He asked, turning back to the boy as he tried imitating the motions.
"Y-Yeah" Drenched in sweat, Izuku followed suit. 'right punch, left kick, left uppercut, then a crouch with sweeping kick' he mentally noted as he followed the actions flawlessly.
"Good...Good, are you sure you want to keep training with a scarf on?" Aizawa asked, taking the bottom of his tank-top and wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck before looking back towards the boy.
"I'm...Fine" The young boy replied.
The two trained basic combat techniques and patterns the whole morning before they practiced basic excersices with few moments of rest in between excercises. Saying that the activities Izuku went through being hard was an understatement. Every time he moved, he could hear the disgusting sound of his joints clicking in exhaustion and dislocation. But Izuku pressed on, 'Not giving up now, Not giving up ever!' He mentally cheered on after doing another sit-up with 3 bricks on his chest for added weight.
Some may say that subjecting an 8-year old to this kind of training would be child-abuse, but Aizawa knows otherwise. "Start out young, Live in the Middle, and Fall with Age. A saying my father used to tell me" Aizawa said to Izuku as he tossed him a water bottle. "What does it mean Aizawa-san?" The boy muttered back in between panting and opening the waterbottle.
"It's for you to find out" He replied boredly before getting up from his sitting position. "Hurry up with that drink, we still have cardio to do. With a soft groan, Izuku drank the whole water bottle in a few chugs as he followed suit. They walked out the monochromatic gym that they trained in to jog their way back home from a day in hell. The two jogged their way back home as Izuku panted in exhaustion.
"Fight on! Fight on! Fight on!" A mantra Aizawa told Izuku to yell whenever he felt like falling over and lay down on the cold dirt road, although, The man himself didn't recite such a mantra. The man could care less about fighting spirit, all that he cared about was that his child was getting proper training for once in his life.
"Finally... w-we're here!" Izuku said with an exasperated groan and a fist pump before falling face first into the wooden floorboards. The boy was laying in his own sweat as his whole body ached.
"Good job, now are you going to pick yourself up? Or should I scrape you off the floor?" Aizawa asked in a mock tone as the boy grunted.
Izuku wriggled a bit in his face-flat position on the floor before coming into another stop. "Uhhh... I think I need a little help" he said in a slightly embarrassed tone. Aizawa grunted once he lifted Izuku over his shoulder "You're a bit heavier than I expected" he stated. "Uhh... Y-Yeah" Izuku muttered back. He carried the boy back into his room, and laid the sweat soaked body on his bed.
"Izuku if you're going to take a nap, then please change first. The bed is getting soiled." Aizawa stated before closing the door. With a groan, the boy soon rose from his mattress and took out a shirt and shorts. He also took a towel and wiped himself clean before putting on new clothes. "Ah damnit" he muttered, holding the wet scarf in his hands. "Guess there's no point in crying over spilt milk" with a well rounded throw, Izuku tossed the scarf into the hamper.
"Ahh... everything hurts" a groan emerged from his mouth once he jumped right into his bed. He didn't expect that kind of training at all, maybe a bit of exercise but excising with weights on was hell. Especially the pull-ups and the pushups, the soreness in his muscles was almost unbearable. Keyword: Almost, because it was overshadowed by the fact that he was proud that he lived through the day.
"Izuku! Dinner-time!" A yell from the other room broke what little sleep the boy had. "C-Coming" Izuku replied groggily while he picked himself up from the pillowy comfort that was his bed. He slowly but surely moved through the pain as he walked out his room, and into the small dining room they had.
Break
"Ugh" Izuku greeted Aizawa with a tired grunt before he took his seat opposite to the man on the dining table. Infront of him was fired chicken and rice with some vegetables on the side. Aizawa was eating some cereal as he was in his hero suit. "Another night patrol?" Izuku asked, taking the chopsticks beside him and giving a quick "thanks for the meal", he dug in.
"Of course, a pro hero shouldn't be lazing around" He replied, taking a mouthful of cereal and milk. The man fished some papers from behind him before the child across the table gave a quizzical look.
"What's that?" Izuku asked after a munch of chicken and vegetables. "Give this to your teacher and principal tomorrow" Aizawa plainly replied while handing Izuku the papers.
The boy read a few lines before he widened his eyes, then he flipped to the second sheet in hand. 'Oh' he thought. The first sheet of paper was a certificate of adoption, while the second one was a sheet related to his quirk registration.
"Izuku Midoriya Aizawa?" He asked while he looked back at Aizawa. The man shrugged in response before he took the bowl of cereal and gulped the remanence of milk and took it down with one chug. A satisfied sigh escaped his mouth before he took the bowl and set it on the kitchen counter in the next room.
"Don't wait out for me" Aizawa stated before he shut the door behind him, leaving the boy with the papers in his hand.
"Izuku Midoriya Aizawa" he repeated, looking back at the papers he finished the meal infront of him and taking it to the kitchen counter before he went upstairs.
Break
Opening his large yellow bag, Izuku placed the two pieces of paper in a folder within a section of his bag. A sigh escaped his mouth before he sat on the edge of his bed, falling behind Izuku felt the sting of sore muscles once again hit his system.
"Ouch" He inched his way to properly lie down on the bed, he could feel his eyes grow heavier until slowly but surely. They shut.
Break
Sweat poured from his forehead and stopped to be absorbed into his scarf, luckily for him. Izuku's nervousness is slightly overshadowed by the comfort of his scarf that Aizawa dried using a hairdryer and the fact that until now, his muscles are still sore. Izuku treaded through the hallway of the school before coming up to the principals office.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Come in!" A feminine voice yelled back while Izuku slowly opened the door.
"Ah. Izuku Midoriya! What a lovely surprise!" A plump old woman with grayish hair and black lidded eyes greeted Izuku as she motioned the boy to sit by her desk. "So, What brings you here in this lovely day?" She asked.
"Oh! Uh... Aiz- I mean, My dad wanted me to give you this" taking his knapsack from his back and fishing out the papers, izuku handed the old woman the sheets.
"Hmm" she rubbed her chin in thought while she read the papers. "Such a tragedy that she's gone, my condolences" Izuku looked down a bit at that comment. "But hey! Congrats on manifesting your quirk! If I'm reading this right, then it must be a real doozy! You'll make a great hero in the future kid" she flashed a smile before Izuku looked back up and give his own weak smile behind the scarf he had. She didn't need to see his mouth to know that the boy was smiling, The woman walked up to a photocopier by the side of the room and copied the two sheets.
"There. Now give these to your homeroom teacher" The Principal handed Izuku back the pair of papers before he gave a quick bow and left the office.
The boy bounced as he walked towards his small elementary classroom, the teacher was already there to his luck. The bell didn't ring yet, so he was in the clear for being late. The lazy teacher was reading a book while the class infront of his was in total chaos, like what normal kids would do.
Looking towards the class, several people formed small social groups and chatted away with each other, Katsuki was surrounded by his lackeys AkA. People who just want to be on his good side just incase he blows a fuse.
Izuku walked up and greeted the lazy teacher before handing the pair of sheets.
"Goodmorning Sensei" Izuku greeted. "Good morning Midoriya" The man behind the book greeted boredly before Izuku motioned pieces of paper in front of him.
"What's this now?" He exclaimed, putting his book down and taking the two pieces of paper and reading them over.
"Oooh" he made an interested coo while he skimmed over the files. "Alright, since you had your name changed you'll have to introduce yourself to us again."
"W-what!?" Izuku almost shouted before he took an over the shoulder glance at katsuki, the ash-blonde boy raised an eyebrow before Izuku turned back.
"B-But why Sensei?" He asked. "It would only be fair, besides. What better a time to show the class your quirk then now?" Standing up from his chair the teacher told every one to take their seats, except for Izuku.
"Alright class, we have a new student here today. So, why don't you go on ahead and introduce yourself?" With a slight nudge of his elbow, The brown-haired teacher reminded Izuku.
"Ey teach! I don't know if you're blind or anything, but that's just deku!" Katsuki bellowed, garnering a few snickers and giggles from the class.
"Manners Bakugou. You don't want me to call in your parents again for innapropriate behavior now do we?" He stated, Katsuki grumbled before he took his seat and grunted rebelliously.
"Go ahead boy" with a sigh, the teacher went behind his desk and took a seat. Leaving Izuku awkwardly standing in front of the class.
"Uhhh... H-Hi" with a small wave of a hand and a shaky smile behind his scarf, Izuku greeted the class.
Everything was quiet, save for a cough at the back of the classroom.
"S-Sensei, Sh-Should I really be doing this?" Izuku asked, turning back to his teacher in nervousness. The man in question just shrugged.
"Just get on with it!" Katsuki yelled.
"O-Okay" with a sharp intake of air, Izuku began to muster up all of his confidence as he spoke.
"H-Hi everyone. I-I'm izuku M-Midoriya Aizawa. J-Just call me a-anything you want. Uhhh... I'm 8, a-and I like pro-heroes" after that statement the class broke into a flurry of whispers and murmurs. Especially Katsuki's cronies, although the explosive ash-blond boy looked more uninterested than anything.
"And your quirk Aizawa" The teacher stated boredly.
"Quirk?" A kid with yellow hair covering half his face asked, "But Izuku's quirkless!" He bellowed back, everyone in the class except bakugou laughed.
"Oi!" Katsuki, using his quirk to make a loud bang quickly shut the class up. "Fucking go ahead deku!" Katsuki yelled.
"Bakugou!" the teacher scolded, but he was too much of a bother to drag into the principals office. So the man let it slide.
"Uhh... I-I actually have a q-quirk." Izuku stated while fidgeting with the hem of his scarf. "I-I call it Unarm, a-and I can stop someone from using their quirk for 25 seconds. Uhh... All I need is a touch and poof. You can't use your quirk anym-more." Izuku said.
"I can't actually stop people from using their quirks, when they have a mutant quirk or anything. But emitter a-and enhancement types are the main thing." The class fell silent for a minute before, Izuku looked down at the reaction 'It was disappointing, but expected' he thought before he heard his best friend yell.
"That's fucking cool"
Katsuki yelled back, Izuku gave him an eye-smile while his mouth was still covered by his scarf.
"I guess that's pretty cool"
"It's the first quirk of its kind"
"I have a better one though"
Murmurs and whispers emerged from the class before the bell rang.
"Alright Aizawa, go back to your seat and let's start with mathematics" the teacher stated, getting a groan from the class. Izuku winced, he was so used to hearing the name ending with honorifics. But his teacher was crass and blunt, so that was another thing.
Katsuki gave Izuku a smug smile before the boy replied with a thumbs up until he reached his seat in the back.
The introduction went by better than he expected, and this fresh start wasn't unexpected. But the way it went about was. But all in all, Izuku was content with how the way things went.