It Only Takes An Itsy Bitsy Spider To Change One's Life
Izuku punched another thug in the face with an exaggerated right jab. The thug comically cried out in pain while holding his face with both hands, and then dropping to his knees. 'owieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' the thug cried out dramatically.
"HAHAHAHAHA" Izuku laughed, his head going backwards "no more villainy for you!" Izuku said, his cape whossing and shushing from the wind. "Your crimes have been brought to justice by me, the spectacular," Izuku silenced himself for dramatic effect "ALL MIGHTY BOY!" Izuku screamed triumphantly.
The crowd that seemingly popped out of nowhere preached his name, while they punched upward into the air.
"ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "ALL MIGHTY!" "IZUKU!" "IZUKU!" "iZUKU!"
"IZUKU!" a banging noise could be heard.
'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG'
"MIDORIYA, IZUKU!" a female voice screamed, "GET UP THIS INSTANCE YOUNG MAN!"
Izuku shot up from his sleeping position when he heard his full name being called. He looked around to find his adoring fans that were previously and lovingly preaching his name. But what he found was his messy, dim room. Oh . . . it was just a dream, of course it was.
"MIDORIYA, IZUKU!" his mother said, screaming at the top of her lungs "FOR THE NTH TIME, IF YOU DON'T GET UP, YOUR GONNA BE LATE TO YOUR FIELD TRIP YOU'VE BEEN TALKING NON-STOP ABOUT!"
"What?" Izuku said, his voice sounding tired. He groggily and slowly looked around his room, dirty clothes scattered on the floor, paper also haphazardly thrown around, and his digital clock that showed the numbers '8:23 AM'. and some old machine he never got to finish, he also heard the annoying, loud banging! Ugh, shut up already, it's midnight for pete's sa- Izuku stopped his inner complaints when he finally received the information his green, emerald eyes had caught seconds prior. Izuku's eyes shot wide open when he realized what his clock said. He went to get out of his extremely comfortable bed. as he was about to swing his legs onto the ground as he had done for the last four-teen years of his life, his legs got tangled in his All Might blanket and went falling into the asphalt, face first.
"Ow . . .fuck!" Izuku groaned while rubbing his face.
"LANGUAGE MISTER!"
He heard his mother's muffled voice behind his bedroom door. Shiiiiiii-shoot, uhhhh, think of an excuse Izuku!, and quick or else you'll be grounded six feet under! Well, it's not like it's gonna happen at school anyway. Izuku thought. but! You gotta make yourself the little angel in front of mom! "Uhhhhh, frick, yeah! I meant frick mom!" niceeeeeeeeeeee one Izuku, you should get an oscar for the amazing act you just pulled.
"Uh-huh, yeah sure, kiddo" his mother answered his horrible attempt at an excuse, "now chop-chop izu, you'll be late" she said.
Izuku, still laying on the ground, quickly stood up and made a beeline for his bathroom. Shit shit shit shit shit shit, I'm gonna be late. And of course the only time my alarm doesn't go off is when it's the day we go on a field trip to OSCORP tower! Izuku grabbed his toothbrush, and with his other hand he snatched the toothpaste that was on the toilet tank? . . . for some reason. With a flick of his wrist he turned the tap on, water flowed downward like a viscous waterfall. Izuku thrusted his toothbrush under the flowing water and just as quickly yanked it back. He put a sloppy snob of toothpaste on the brush, and put it in his mouth, and he started to brush his teeth viscously. After about a minute or two of brushing, he turned to his right and practicality leaped out of the bathroom. Izuku snatched a pair of underwear and just as quickly went back into the bathroom for a quick shower. After about seven minutes he came out of the bathroom, only in his underwear, his lanky and skinny body revealed itself for all to see. He dashed to his closet and retrieved his uniform, and put it on as quickly as he could. While dressing he checked the time '8:34' shit, i got no time for breakfast. Izuku finally clicked his last button on his dark uniform and quickly snatched his yellow backpack. He swung the backpack over his shoulder and went for the door and opened it, he went out into the hallway. Then into the kitchen where he saw his mother cooking breakfast.
"Oh, izu," she said as she turned around, the angry mood she had previously disappeared. "Here, have a toast, I know you don't have time for a full breakfast" she said this as she threw the toast to Izuku. Izuku scrambled to catch the toast, when he did he thrusted it into his mouth.
"Thanks," Izuku said, his voice muffled. He dashed to the front door of his apartment to put on his flashy, red sneakers. As he was done tying (completely missing tying his other shoe) he stood up and yanked the front door open. He took out the toast for a split second and yelled over his shoulder "thanks for the toast mom, love ya!" and then walked out and slammed the door behind him. He ran down the steps of his apartment complex and emerged into the parking lot, he turned left and jogged onto the sidewalk of his neighborhood street. He jogged down the path, then started to run, and then he went into a full sprint. While doing his best trying to beat ingenium's record, he tripped on the laces of his shoe.
"Ack!" Izuku yelped in pain as he fell face first into the ground, again! "Holy cow! I think I feel a loose tooth." Izuku mumbled to nobody in particular. 'sigh' typical deku luck, I fell on my face two times! In the span of half an hour! And it's only morning! And now my toast is smashed to bits! ughhhhh. 'Sigh' Izuku sighed again. damn you, you gods of this dark and cesspool of a world! Izuku thought while pulling a shaky fist up into the air. Bet you're gonna have a field day with me today! What's next? A certain spiky, headed blond gonna beat me up today? Or another certain person with disgustingly long fingernails gonna stab me in the behind? Izuku angrily thought, while still holding his now white knuckles into the air. Really, you should clean those nails, Mr. I forgot your name, they're really brown and disgusting. . . . Am I gonna get sick when he pokes me again? Izuku grimaced at that thought as he finally lowered his fist down to his side once more. And why on my butt? There are better and non-sexual places to poke me. He thought as he bent down to tie his other shoe. And then started jogging to the train station. Mr. I forgot your name, I might mistake your actions from bullying me, to filtering with me.
Izuku finally reached Dantooine station, he bobbed and weaved past other japanese citizens to reach the stairs that go down to the subway line. When the stairs came into view, Izuku fast-walked to the stairs and descended onto a platform where the train would stop for pedestrians. Izuku looked around and spotted his favorite person, the homeless man who always sleeps on the bench that was located in the middle of the platform. Oh, how i've missed you, Mr. homeless man, you always, always, take a chunk of the bench. Izuku sarcastically thought. He walked up to Mr. homeless man, and by some miracle, he left a nice chunk of the bench untouched! Izuku pursed his lips into a small but content smile, and sighed in bliss as he bent his knees and went to sit on the chunk of space left on the bench. As his rear reached the bench by a hair strand, Mr. homeless man coincidently thought to wake up, and slid his legs down on the part where the bench was untouched by his ragged, ripped, beige boots. Izuku, not knowing this, sat straight on the toes of Mr. homeless man's boots. Izuku yelped and leaped up due to the sudden contact he felt on his rear, which was definitely the right thing to do when you feel something touch your tush.
"Beat it, kid," Mr. Homeless man seethed, "this is my bench!"
"Technically, it's the property of Japan," Izuku said after regaining his composure, "so, it's not yours, Mr. Homeless man."
"I'm a Japanese citizen, aren't I?" Mr. Homeless man retorted "so, technically, it's my property too," Mr. Homeless man barked, a tinge of irritation in his tone. "And this subway station is practically my place too!"
Wow, thats . . . a really sad thing to say, and confidently too. Izuku's face contorted into pity as he looked at Mr. Homeless man's face, the person's hair was long and black, the bangs of the man's hair blocked out his eyes. And the attire he wore was a dirty white tee with an equally dirty brown trench coat. In his lower area he wore a gray, tattered, sweatpant that he probably stole from a homeless shelter. Man, I hope I don't end up like this guy. Izuku thought of himself living off of dumpster food that was behind a restaurant, and living under Musutafu-bridge. He suddenly felt grateful for all the things he has, like a home, hot food, clean water, a bathroom, a shower head and so on and so on. Izuku stared at the man with sympathy, feeling sorry for him, and, because he was feeling sorry, he did the one thing that every good citizen of Japan would do. Contort your face of pity but also disgust, and throw the man a piece of yen. As the good boy that he was raised into, Izuku put his hand in his pocket only to find nothing, if this were a cartoon or comic, a tumbleweed would've wisped by in his pocket. Man. . . im probably more broke than this guy. Hahhhhh, such is the life of Izuku. He thought numbly.
Seeing Izuku's face turn into annoyed, then to sad, and finally to pity and sympathy, Mr. Homeless man looked at Izuku with a frown.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mr. Homeless man spat. "Stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes, you twerp!"
Izuku put his hands up in a surrender motion. "Look, man, I'm sorry, no need to fuss over it." Izuku said, a little nervous.
'Tsk' Mr. Homeless man clicked his tongue and rolled over to his side on the bench. "Yeah, well, it's disrespectful to all the other people that are in the same situation as me," he said. "Now, scram you little fuck, before i burn ya' to ash" Mr. Homeless man said as lifted his right hand over his head and snapped his fingers, after snapping his fingers a little spark lighted up in between the area around his middle finger and thumb. A second later said finger sparked into a tiny flame. He oh so, graciously flipped him off while his middle finger was fueling the fire above it. How are you quote unquote gonna "burn me to ash" with a baby flame like that? Izuku internally scoffed at the little display Mr. Homeless man was showing. But, Izuku, being the quirkless teen that he is, actually felt spooked. Even if he experienced much worse then just a tiny burn from a flame that was the size of a normal lighter. So, being the smart teen he is, he nervously apologized again and backed away from Mr. Homeless man. As he backed away, the intercom to the subway station beeped on.
'Beep'
'Next stop, Alderaan station' 'Next stop, Alderaan station' A robotic-like female voice said over the subway intercom.
'Screech'
After the announcement, the train screeched in and stopped. Quickly, Izuku dashed to the front of the car doors, waiting impatiently. C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon. The doors slid open on either side of the cart. Izuku dashed into the train and looked around for an empty seat, noting to look around the seat for any possible needles or other hazardous things, when he confirmed that the seat was safe, save for the millions of bacteria. He sat down for the first time in what felt like hours, his thighs and ankles were aching due to running around, right after he just woke up, might I add!
Sighing for the millionth time this morning alone, Izuku lifted his right arm then twisted it so he could see the front of his skinny forearm. He looked at the time on his crappy, cheap, All Might themed watch. '8:41' crap, i'm beyond the horizon late! Izuku started to panic since the bus ride to OSCORP tower was 8:50. Hurry up, train, can't you go faster? That chubby guy with wings from school would probably beat you in a race . . . and he can't even fly! Izuku started to get annoyed that this hunk of a machine won't go faster than a fat obese kid with a mutation that let's him grow wings. And he can't even use them! Izuku thought again, annoyed.
The chatter of teenage kids could be heard outside the door of class 3-f. "All right, all right, quiet down kids, quiet down." Mr. Tsukareta said to his ever so loving students of Aldera junior high. The aforementioned students, completely ignoring their teacher, continued to chat and talk. "All right, I said quiet down." Mr. Tsukareta repeated. But the students continued to talk. God, why'd I pick this job? I hate kids. "I SAID QUIET!" Mr. Tsukareta screamed with authority. The students quickly shut their mouths when they heard the angry and irritated teacher. Finally! Is drama more important than education? The teacher voiced his opinion in his head. "All right, now that you've finally calmed down," he said. "We'll be leaving in five minutes."
A couple murmurs could be heard from the group of students. Mr. Tsukareta sighed and looked down at the clip board that he was holding, looking down at the names, he noticed one kid was absent. He looked up from the clipboard and to the group of students. "And where's Midorya?" he asked the group of students.
"I don't know," A spikey headed blonde answered. "Probably jerking off to the heroes in his room." he said, amused.
The group of students laughed, the blonde had a smirk, proud at the attention he was getting. God, these kids think everything is funny, Mr. Tsukareta thought. And he's probably right too. The teacher thought with amusement. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny, Bakugo." The teacher said, waving off the obvious bullying that was going on in front of him. "Well, it seems like he isn't arriving anytime soon," he said. "So let's leave early, get in a single file line and walk to the bus, chop-chop." He said, clapping his hands.
Just as he said that, the door slammed open, and the person responsible for the action was none other than Midoriya Izuku. Said teen was panting and breathing heavily, he looked around and saw that every student was looking at him. After a couple of seconds of them staring, he felt embarrassed and stuttered. "S-sorry, M-mr. Tsukareta," he said with a red face. "A-alarm d-d-didn't go o-off."
"What? Forgot to turn it on after jerking off to All Might last night?" Someone said from the group of students. Everyone snickered and laughed at the joke, even the teacher chuckled a little but quickly composed himself.
"Well, next time remember to turn it on," The teacher said with a smirk. "Now, students, let's go or we'll be late."
Izuku watched as his friendly and loving classmates scurry to the door and out into the corridor of his favorite place, school. Bakugo walked up to the green headed teen that was still standing in the doorway and bumped into him as he passed by. Izuku, being the skinny and light kid he was, fell on his behind. "Better watch it," Bakugo said with a smirk. "Deku." He spat as he walked to the group of students down the corridor, his lackeys laughing while walking down with their lord. Izuku slowly stood up and winced as he felt the pain in his tush. Great start to the day if i say so myself! He thought while rubbing his behind. The teacher walked up to the teen and passed by him, completely ignoring the bullying that was happening again.
"Hurry up, Midoriya, or we'll leave you behind." The teacher said while walking down the corridor.
"Y-yes, s-s-sir!" Izuku stuttered out.
Izuku walked behind the group of students that were walking to the yellow bus, the bus was parked outside the front gate of Aldera junior high. The bus came into view as the students walked out onto the sidewalk. Students entered the bus and took their seats, as the last student walked up the steps of the bus, Izuku quickly entered behind them. While walking up the metallic stairs he saw the bus driver give him a disgusted look. Izuku ignored the look as he always does and turned left to walk down the narrow path between the seats. As he was walking down the aisle and looking for an empty seat, a long, brown fingernail made its way in front of Izuku's ankles. Izuku, oblivious, tripped over the disgusting brown nail. Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Izuku thought as he fell face first into the ground for the third time this morning.
"Oh, sorry, deku," Mr. I forgot your name said with a smirk. "My quirk activated by itself by accident."
Every occupant in the bus cackled, even Mr. Bus driver. Yeah, sure, Mr. I forgot your name, your nail just unconsciously grew in front of my ankles. Izuku thought. and you're even leaning down, I bet you unconsciously did that too! He thought while standing up and rubbing his nose for the third time. He felt warm liquid as he rubbed, he looked down at his hand to find blood smeared across his hand. Great! Just fantastic. Izuku continued to walk down the aisle like nothing ever happened and plopped down on the empty seat at the back. He dropped his yellow backpack and unzipped the side to take out a tissue. Good thing I always come prepared. He took the tissue and rolled it into a line, then put it in his right nostril where the blood trickled down. He leaned his head on the window as the engine roared and came to life, and drove off onto the road.
"Heh, good one Nagai." Whispered a fat kid with red wings attached to his back.
"Why thank you." responded the now named Nagai.
Oh, that was your name, Izuku thought. but i'll stick with Mr. I forgot your name for the time being . . . or even better, forever! Izuku watched as buildings blur by, and then they slowly came into focus and fully stopped. Wow, that was fast, did we even need to ride the bus? It felt like it was just a second ago that I was at school. Izuku pondered the weirdness of the situation. Eh?, who cares. He shrugged.
"Alright, we're here kids," said Mr. Tsukareta. "Now stand up and get in a single file line."
The students obeyed and stood up in a line, Izuku also obeyed and stood at the back of the line. As students were exiting out of the bus, Izuku caught a glimpse of the building they were going to enter. It was a black, one-hundred and eight floors, tall building. As Izuku walked down the aisle and down the steps, he got a full view of the building. Its tinted windows wrapped all around said building, ground to top. As he craned his neck upward, he saw the words 'OSCORPTOWER' wrapped around a holographic globe that sat atop of the building, spinning slowly, like our own little globe. Holy wow, this is beautiful! Izuku thought as he stared in awe and excitement. This is Japan's number one scientific facility! Wow, this is awesome, I think I feel a tear of joy coming out of my eye. Izuku excitedly thought.
"Midoriya, hurry up!" Mr. Tsukareta spat.
While Izuku was staring at the tower, the students were already entering the building. Izuku quickly dashed to the front and caught up with his classmates. Izuku entered the building with suppressed excitement. As he was getting scanned by the guards, he took the time to look around. Unlike the dark exterior outside of the building, the floors were a whitemarble with little grains of black scattered across it. In the front, there was an upside down triangle shaped receptionist desk, its front spelled the word 'OSCORP' horizontally across. Behind the desk was a double staircase that went down to the vast floor of the building. The walls were, as expected, giant square windows, causing the interior of the building to be lit up by the ever so gleaming sun. The ceilings were also windows, and across the window ceilings were shafts that held up the giant office lights, dangling from metal rods that attached to said shafts. Izuku also saw a bunch of people walking around down at the bottom floor, wearing white robes, indicating that they were the scientists of this establishment. The bottom floor had a bunch of metal tables that held square shaped glass enclosures that contained the bio-engineered insects, arachnids, lizards, mice, rats etc. etc. Some tables also displayed some kind of gadget or technology that the 'support division' of OSCORP created for heroes and such. Izuku walked away from the front and stared in awe, oblivious to the tour guide that was giving a speech about the safety guidelines.
"-and if you see an insect, arachnid or rodent, call for the guards or the staff." Said a woman in her early thirties. Her hair was red and cut into a bob, stopping around her shoulders. She had bright green eyes similar to a certain teen. Her skin was fair and smooth, she also wore red lipstick. Her attire was that of a scientist, a long white robe, and a black vest over her dress shirt, and she was wearing a black pencil skirt with a combination of black tights. "That's all for the safety guidelines," She said. "Now, let's get to the fun part and look at all of our experiments and technology." She said as she waved her hand behind her. The students looked at where her hand was waving to and gave 'ohhhhhhhhhhhs' and 'awwwwwwwwws' unenthusiastically to the machines and gadgets that OSCORP set out for display.
Wait, safety guidelines? Izuku thought. Shoot, I didn't listen! Crap. As he thought this, Ms. tour guide turned around and walked down the stairs, her high heels clacking every step she took. The students went to follow her down the stairs and onto the bottom floor where the exhibition was. Izuku also quickly followed suit. Oh, well, what could happen? He thought as he strolled down the steps and onto the bottom floor whilst looking around. He saw scientists poking and examining insects to his left, and to his right and saw a scientist testing out a gauntlet that he wrapped around his right forearm. Said scientist took one foot back to keep himself steady, and shot out a fireball from his gauntlet. Izuku watched in amazement as he subconsciously took out a notebook from his backpack and frantically started to write down what he saw. As he was writing and mumbling unintelligible words he bumped into something, he stopped mumbling and writing to look up. He saw the back of one of his classmates. Said classmate hit Izuku's right shoulder with his elbow, and turned around to face him.
"Watch it freak." He seethed.
"S-s-sorry, Modoru-kun" Izuku stuttered out.
"Don't say my name," Modoru said, annoyed. "I don't want a quirkless freak like you to utter my name." He said as he pushed Izuku's right shoulder, the action caused Izuku to fall on his behind. He heard a couple of snickers and giggles from his classmates. Quirkist much? Izuku thought. I've been tripping and falling non-stop today! What's next? An explosion? Izuku thought absentmindedly . . . explodey boy here would gladly take up the offer. Izuku thought as he glanced at Bakugo. Izuku stood up from the ground to find his classmates just standing there. Curious, Izuku looked behind his classmates to see Ms. Tour guide standing next to a bunch of glass enclosures.
"This right here is the pride and joy here at OSCORP," She said, waving her hand at the enclosure. "This little guy here is our bio-engineered arachnid," she said as she pointed at an abnormally large spider. The tips of the arachnids legs were soaked in blue while its whole body was dark red. On the back of the arachnid's abdomen were the numbers fifty-eight. "The reason why this little guy is our pride and joy is because we here at OSCORP, cross-quirked it with a multitude of quirks," she said, smiling with pride. "Any questions?" she asked the group of students. One hand was brought up. "Yes?"
"What do you mean by a multitude of quirks?" A girl with long raven hair asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Answered Ms. Tour guide with a smile. "What I mean by a multitude of quirks, is that we fused the arachnids DNA structure with that of a human's own quirk DNA structure." she said. "Because of that, the arachnid's DNA structure fused with the structure of said quirk, inturn, giving the arachnid the quirk of the human that volunteered." she said, still smiling. "Or quirks for this instance."
"How many quirks does it have?" Another student asked.
"Another great question," Ms. Tour guide said. "This little guy here has seven quirks, for example; enhanced strength, enhanced speed, enhanced reflexes, enhanced durability, enhanced agility, enhanced senses and finally, a fast healing factor." She said proudly.
A couple of wows and ohs could be heard from the group. Izuku was stunned in amazement. Holy . . . holy shit! Izuku internally screamed, his mouth ajar. Seven quirks? Like seven different quirks? Tha- that's revolutionary. He incredulously thought. Wait . . . if they gave quirks to a spider . . . could they give a quirk to . . . a human? Izuku shot up his arm.
"Yes?" Ms. Tour Guide said, pointing to Izuku at the back of the group.
"If you gave quirks to a spider, could you also give a quirk to a human?" Izuku quickly said, fluently without stuttering. "Even to a quirkless person? . . . hypothetically speaking, of course." He said that last part nervously.
"Another great question," She said, but frowned seconds later. "Unfortunately, no." Izuku's hopes and dreams shattered after she said that. "Human trails aren't for another fifty or hundred years. Even this guy here took us ten years to perfect, and it still has some major problems, for example; if the spider is in a humid or hot place for more than a minute, it will die." She said, "We've had the displeasure of experiencing it first hand. That's why we implanted these fans you see here," she pointed to the fans that were attached to the rims of the glass container. "To keep the arachnid cool and nice, and also not letting it die a horrible death."
Izuku lowered his arm down to his side, and looked down with sadness and disappointment. Damn . . . I thought I would have a quirk in my lifetime . . . i'm just a couple hundred years too late . . . ugh, fuck! Izuku thought while everything around him became muffled. The tour guide said some other things, but Izuku completely ignored her and just stood there in a daze. After a couple minutes of just standing there he heard the distant muffled clacking of her high heels. Soon after, he heard a bunch of footsteps following there after. But he didn't pay any mind and just stood there still in a daze.
"Did you think you would get a quirk?" Bakugo laughed. ". . . . Like hell you would!" Bakugo growled at Izuku. "What? Did you actually think you would oh so magically get a quirk out of nowhere? . . . Even if you did" Bakugo stepped close to Izuku and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You'll. Never. Be. better. Than. me!" Izuku felt a burning sensation on his shoulder where Bakugo placed his hand on. Izuku winced in pain but didn't scream, since he was used to this exchange of theirs. Bakugo let go of Izuku's shoulder and turned around to walk with the other students. But he stopped halfway and turned to face Izuku again with a smile on his face. He walked up to Izuku's side and leaned in his left ear.
"If you want a quirk so badly, I know the perfect way." he whispered, Izuku's ears perked up and the hope he felt quickly came back. Really? Izuku thought. Does he really know a way?
"Just dive off a roof and pray that you'll get one in your next life." Bakugo whispered with a sadistic smile. He turned around and walked back to the group that was looking at a deformed rat. And Mr. Tsukareta horribly and embarrassingly, trying to flirt with Ms. Tour guide, she looked uncomfortable and disgusted.
Izuku stood there, shock evident on his face. . . . wow, i know he was bad, but telling me to kill myself is way beyond the line. He thought incredulously. Izuku felt a tear run down his right cheek, and then his other. He sniffled while looking at the ground. After a couple minutes of just standing there he turned left and walked around to find the bathroom. After he found the bathroom he opened it and walked inside, making sure to lock the door behind him so as to not let other people find him sobbing, to save the little dignity he had. He dropped the backpack by the door and walked up to a sink. Turning the tap on he reached out and cupped his hands, and splashed his face with water. He looked up to find himself in the mirror, red streaks running down his cheeks with equally red eyes. He continued to stare at himself, his emerald eyes shining as the rays of the sun penetrated through the small window on the wall to his left. What a great day this has been. Izuku chuckled at his own joke. He saw a new tear trickle down his cheek, once again cupping his hands under the flowing water, he splashed his face. Izuku put both hands on the rim of the sink and sighed a long sigh. Droplets formed under his wet bangs and fell like rain onto his hands. Izuku looked up at the mirror again and pursed his lips upward into a small, sad smile. "It's okay," He whispered to himself. "It's okay, you don't need a quirk." He whispered while a tear ran down his cheek once again. "I mean, you still have your gadgets and that adhesive formula that you were working on . . . right?" He whispered.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaa . . . okay, hup!" Izuku said as he pushed downward onto the sink and stepped back, smiling at himself in the mirror. "No need to think about the depressing things!" he cheerfully said to no one in particular. "Now, back to the important things, I'm in the OSCORP tower! I should be looking at their technology and experiments, not thinking about all this depressing schmuck!" Smiling at himself, he went to the paper towel dispenser and yanked a couple of them, using them he dried off his face and hair. Crumbling the paper in his hand he threw it at the trash can, completely and embarrassingly missing. He laughed at himself as he went to pick up the crumbled paper and drop it into the trash can. Izuku turned away from the trash can and cheerfully strolled by the stalls, he stopped halfway, turned to the sink that he was previously at, and turned off the tap. After he was done, he walked to the door and picked up his backpack, swung it around his shoulder and unlocked the door. He twisted the knob and pushed outward to see people walking and strolling by in the building. He walked around to find his group but he couldn't. Checking his wristwatch he saw that it was 11:56. Izuku, realizing that they had to leave at 11:30 sighed a frustrated sigh.
Crap! I was in the bathroom too long, now I have to walk home. I can skip afternoon classes, since I have perfect attendance, excluding the incident from this morning. Sighing again, he went to the front to leave, as he was walking by the displays he stopped by the arachnid that he saw earlier. Izuku turned and stared at the spider that was in its enclosure, and the spider stared back at him with eight green eyes. Lucky bastard!, Having seven quirks and I have none. He thought.
Remembering the speech he gave himself in the bathroom, he sighed for the nth time. No. Just as I said, you don't need a quirk Izuku, you can save people with your gadgets. At that moment a realization hit him.
. . . I can be a support hero! . . . Why didn't I think of this earlier? I know Support heroes don't get the recognition as actual heroes do, but I can still save people! Izuku thought with new found hope. Saving people is all that matters! Not money or fame! He thought as he looked away from the spider. He turned his heels and walked up to the double staircase with a skip. He ascended the steps and made a beeline for the front doors and walked out onto the sidewalk. He looked around and saw pedestrians making their way home or to their jobs. Realizing that he was at an unfamiliar place, he took out his phone from his pocket to search for the nearest train station. He scrolled down the search and found a subway station near him, turning on the GPS, he walked to the station with a smile.
Izuku walked down the sidewalk of Hosu city with a cheerful smile on his face, he passed by Japanese civilians who gave him looks, but he ignored them and continued to walk to his destination. Izuku saw the staircase that descended into Tatooin station and quickened his pace. He bobbed and weaved past the people that were crowding the area and quickly descended down the staircase. As he emerged onto the platform he saw more people crowding it than his local Dantooine station.
Huh? Guess it's just a city thing. He thought. God, I hope I don't find Ms. Homeless woman here, that'll be an annoying thing to deal with, and I certainly don't need another thing to deal with. I've already dealt with enough hardships this morning. Izuku shuddered at the thought that a woman version of Mr. Homeless man would be here. Izuku passed by the people that were here on the platform to find an empty bench to sit on while waiting for the train to Dantooine. He found a bench and plopped down with a satisfying sigh. I might be here for at least twenty minutes for the train stop that goes to Dantooine. Izuku thought. He took his backpack off of his shoulder and unzipped it, he rummaged through the pack and pulled out a circular shaped item, he also took out a screwdriver. In the mean time, i'll try to fix this adhesive bomb that i was trying to complete last night. So he did just that for a couple minutes while waiting for the train. Izuku unscrewed the top of the bomb and unlatched a tiny hatch door to the compartment where he would hopefully place the adhesive formula that he was trying to make. He looked inside the tiny room in the bomb to check the wiring for any mistake he might've made while he was uncaffeinated, and heavily sleep deprived last night. Seeing that a wire was not connected to the circuit board, he took out the tweezers from his backpack and tried to stick the wire inside the circuit board, but to no avail. Damn, this is really frustrating, just . . . stick . . . in. Izuku thought while desperately trying to reconnect the wire into the circuit board.
"AH HAH!" Izuku said out loud, a little too loud. Lowering his voice. "suck it, wire!" he whispered at the inanimate object in his hands.
"So, whatcha making there, greenie?" Said a female voice beside him.
Izuku whipped his head to his left, startled at the voice that came out of nowhere. Izuku found that a girl with pink dreadlocks was sitting beside him on the bench. Her golden irises with crosshairs for pupils looked at him. Said pupils were zooming in and out while looking at his face. The mysterious girl had red and golden goggles that sat atop her pink dreadlocks, she was smiling a manic smile, her perfect pearly white teeth gleaming. Izuku looked at her attire, she wore a gray tank-top and baggy black, cargo pants. Holy, wow, those are huge! Izuku thought as he stared at her boo- no, stop, stop, stop, you're being a creep, Izuku! He quickly composed himself in his mind and continued to look at her attire, definitely, and I mean definitely, not at her boo- . . . err, chest area. She also wrapped a very dirty, blue overalls around her hip. Izuku looked up at her face. She's pretty. He thought. Like, the prettiest girl i've ever seen, excluding my mother, of course. Izuku was too stunned and forgot to answer her question.
"Hey, yoo hoo," Pretty girl said as she waved her hand over Izuku's face. "Earth to greenie~~"
Izuku snapped out of his daze and shook his head. "Y-y-yes, pretty g-g-girl?" Izuku internally facepalmed after what he had just uttered to a random girl, quickly fixing his mistake so as to not look creepy. "I-i-i-mean, y-yes?"
"I said, whatcha making there?" Pretty girl said, completely ignoring Izuku's creepy remark.
"W-w-what?" Izuku said, confused.
"I mean the ball you're holding there." Pretty girl said as she pointed at Izuku's hands.
"O-o-oh, this?" He said as he lifted the bomb he was holding up a little higher.
"Yes! that!" Pretty girl said. "Silly"
Izuku blushed as Pretty girl called him "silly" in a cutesy way. Hey! You don't say that to people you've just met!
"Umm, i-i-it's jus-s-st a l-l-little bo-o-omb im m-m-making" Izuku stuttered, not used to a girl looking at him with a non-disgusted look. "I-i-it shots o-out a a-a-adhesive t-t-that's on a m-m-molecular l-level." woah, calm down here big guy, you're embarrassing yourself! And to her you're probably just spewing out useless shit! "If i-it m-makes i-i-impact with s-s-something i-it shots o-o-out glue that s-s-sticks on a m-m-molecular level, m-m-making it hard t-t-t-to g-get out of if y-y-you've been h-hit w-w-with it."
"Woah, that's awesome" Pretty girl somehow caught what the stuttering teen was saying. "Is that the mysterious formula that's been going around on the web? People said that the formula was a hoax and a fake, because of that, people haven't really paid much attention to it."
Wow, she actually knows what I'm talking about! "Yeah, exactly!" Izuku said while not stuttering. "I don't know why people don't try to crack the formula! Even if it might be fake. But it could also be real!" Izuku said.
"Yeah, well, people did try, but they couldn't crack it and said it was a hoax." Pretty girl said.
"Yeah, but they probably hurt their pride that they weren't smart enough to actually crack it and actually complete the formula." Izuku mused, completely forgetting that he was casually talking to a girl. "Maybe that's why they call it a hoax, to y'know . . . cover up their embarrassment."
"Yeah, probably." Pretty girl said with a giggle. "What about you then? Did you crack it?"
I just made a girl laugh . . . i just made a girl laugh! Izuku incredulously thought. Can't you believe it? I, useless deku, made a girl giggle . . . hah! Take that explodey boy! Oh, I have to answer.
"No, unfortunately," He said. "But I'm this close," Izuku said as he held up his hand and pinched his thumb and index finger closely. "I think I just need to add nylon, which isn't in the original formula, but I just want to test it to see if it actually works!"
"Nylon?" Pretty girl said. "Sorry, don't know what it is."
"What?" Izuku said, confused.
"I specialize in tinkering and mechanical engineering," Pretty girl said. "Not science or any chemistry or any of the other million mumbo jumbo the scientific community calls 'em."
"Oh . . . " Izuku trailed off.
Silence overtook the two teens, save for the cacophony of people around them. Izuku turned his attention back to the device in his hand and started tinkering with it. Pretty girl was still sitting beside him, smiling. She rolled her head and turned her attention to the ball the skinny teen was tinkering with.
"There's a wire sticking out on the side." She said, as she pointed at where the wire was sticking out.
"Oh, really?" Izuku turned the ball around and saw the wire Pretty girl was talking about. Taking his tweezers, he pinched the wire with the tip and tucked it back inside the interior of his makeshift grenade.
"Thank you for pointing it out." Izuku said as he turned and looked at Pretty girl. "Hey, I know we just met, but what's your quirk?" he said. "I'm guessing it's in the mutation area, seeing as your eyes have crosshairs for pupils." he chuckled awkwardly.
"You know, people first ask for their names when they meet," Pretty girl said. "But, Yeah, it's called 'zoom', it's like I have telescopes for eyes, and I can see about four kilometers away. It's very useful for creating my babies!"
"Oh . . . yeah, you're right, haha," Izuku said with an awkward chuckle. ". . . wait? What!?, babies? B-b-but you're too young to be a mother!"
"What?" Pretty girl said, and then started laughing.
Cute laugh. Izuku thought.
"Haha ah, no, no," Pretty girl said with a stifled chuckle. "I mean my machines and gadgets, I just call them babies, because, well . . . because I'm like their mother."
"Oh, because you created them, right?" Izuku said, his face red from misunderstanding.
"Yeah! Exactly." Pretty girl enthusiastically said.
'Beep'
'Next stop Dantooine station' 'Next stop Dantooine station' The intercom to the subway line announced.
"Well this is my stop," Izuku said as he put his makeshift grenade back into his backpack, the screwdriver and tweezers accompanying it. As he zipped the backpack he swung it around his shoulder and stood up. "See you next time stranger" he said as he was about to leave.
"It's Mei," Pretty girl said. "Hatsume, Mei." she held out her hand indicating for a handshake. Izuku took her hand with his right and shook it.
"Izuku," He said. "Midoriya, Izuku."
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Midoriya." The now named Hatsume Mei said, with a smile.
"Likewise, Ms. Hatsume." Izuku returned with a smile of his own.
They held their hands and stared at each other longer than usual when meeting a stranger and exchanging pleasantries. As they continued to stare into each other's eyes the train screeched in and stopped. Izuku, hearing this, looked over his shoulder and saw the train.
"Well, I hope we meet again, Ms. Hatsume." Izuku said as he turned to look at her golden eyes once more.
"Likewise, Mr. Midoriya." Mei said as she looked up at emerald green eyes, with a smile.
Izuku flashed her a smile of his own and let go of her hand, he turned around and saw that the doors were closing. Muttering a curse under his breath, he ran to the closing door, barely managing to slip through the narrow door. The doors fully closed behind him as he looked out the small window, Mei was waving goodbye in his direction. He waved back as the train started to move, and continued to wave as the train rode off. Izuku dropped his hand as Mei's visage disappeared around the corner. He smiled to himself and looked for an empty seat, after a couple moments of looking, he found an amazingly clean seat, and plopped down.
I think I just fell in love! Izuku thought longingly, a tiny smile adorning his face.
Izuku walked up the steps to his apartment, still thinking about the girl he had the pleasure of meeting thirty minutes prior. Smiling, he saw the door to his apartment appear when he turned the corner atop the staircase. His apartment was on the eighth floor, while walking down the corridor, he looked out from the balcony he was on, he saw the distant buildings and skyscrapers of Musutafu city. Sirens bleared, honks being honked, and ambulances beeping by the road to get to their emergency call. Izuku craned his neck up and looked at the clouds floating by, the sky had an orange hue due to the morning sun. haaaaaa, today just got a whole lot better, he thought. Just met the prettiest girl i've ever seen, and actually talked to her! Izuku continued to walk down the corridor and saw his apartment door. And I found something to strive for! That I can actually achieve! He thought as he took out his keys and put it in the keyhole, twisting it, he opened the door to his home. As he walked in he took off his shoes and locked the door behind him. To make sure that no burglar would break in.
Mom's gonna be late because of work, Izuku thought, as he walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for leftovers from this morning's breakfast. So I have six hours of free ti- ohhhh, pork cutlets, yum! Izuku picked up the delicious gourmet food his mother cooked with love and affection. He took out a pair of chopsticks and walked to his room. He opened his bedroom door and strolled inside, dropping his backpack on the messy floor, and almost slipping on a screwdriver he forgot to put back in its tool box. Muttering a curse under his breath, he picked the screwdriver up and tossed it inside his green toolbox that sat atop his paper filled desk. He also took that opportunity to place the bento of his food on top of his paper land of a desk.
Why does mom use a bento box for leftover food? He thought as he took off his uniform to wear something more comfy. There, like, wayyyy overpriced! . . . I guess mom just wants to be fancy. He thought whilst rummaging through his closet for a set of clothes. He found a pair of gray sweat pants and a green tee that had the words 'shirt' spread across on the front. Izuku sat down on his ripped leather chair and turned on his computer. Huh? . . . Where's my keyboard? Izuku looked down on his desk to find that his keyboard wasn't there. . . . oh, must be under this mess. He thought as he swiped the papers and blueprints off of his desk. And lo and behold, it's Mr. Keyboard . . . and I really should clean this desk. Izuku took off the top of his bento and grabbed his chopsticks and started downing his pork cutlet.
Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, this . . . is . . . freaking amazing! He thought with euphoria. I don't know how you do it mom! After finishing his food in a matter of seconds, he logged into his computer and looked up the official site of U.A. After a quick google search he found it, clicking on the website, he scrolled down with his mouse and stopped.
"U.A. support course," he whispered to himself.
"The support course here at U.A. mainly focuses on mechanical engineering and creating support equipment to help and protect our Hopeful heroes in the battlefield." Izuku read out loud. "But it also focuses on computer science, analysis, and gathering information . . ."
Wow, this is like, up my alley! He excitedly thought. I might actually get accepted! If I just show them the adhesive grenade that I've been working on, after I actually crack the formula that is. They'll surely accept me! . . . But . . . will they accept a quirkless person though? Izuku grimaced, as he scrolled down some more, and saw something that made his day a wholeeeee lot better.
"-we will also accept quirkless to apply at the start of the next school year here at U.A. . . ." Izuku read out loud. His lips pursed into a big cheeky smile.
"FUCK YEAH!" Izuku screamed out loud while thrusting both his arms up in the air.
Izuku leaped out of his chair and started celebrating, happy with the fact he'll be able to apply for U.A. And possibly be accepted.
Okay, okay, okay, calm down, calm down. Izuku inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his outburst. Okay, okay, woah, this is the best and worst day of my life! He thought, recounting the incidents that happened this morning.
Izuku sat back on his chair and looked up what he'll have to do to enter U.A. I know there's a written exam, and I can pass that like a breeze, but what about the practical exam? He thought, as he opened a new tab. Well, you're about to find out, me.
"The practical exam of the support course is where you show your creative inventions that you have created, it could be an old invention or one where you've recently created," Izuku read out loud. "We will also supervise your working environment to see if you have a hold on basic safety protocols," Izuku looked around his 'workshop' to find all the errors of every safety protocol rule. Uhhhhhh, ahem, i'll try to fix that . . . probably. "In addition to that, we will see how your invention operates, to check for any malfunction that might cause harm to you or your peers," He looked at his 'flamethrower' that he built last month, and said flamethrower malfunctioned and almost burned his apartment down to ashes. I will also try to fix that . . . probably. "After that, there will be a second exam where you will participate and try to complete. The second exam changes every year, so don't think you could cheat your way." Izuku completed the article.
Seems simple enough! He smiled. I can actually be a hero! Albeit, I won't actually fight villains or even go on the battlefield, but I can help save people by creating support items! Izuku sighed with a smile.
I can be a hero . . . i can save people like All Might! Izuku's eyes went blurry as he looked up at his ceiling. Then a tear streamed down his check, not a tear of sadness, no, this was a tear of joy. The joy of his empty heart being filled with hope, a hope that he can save people, a hope that he can be the hero he's always wanted to be. A hero like All Might.
Izuku wetly chuckled, and smiled at his ceiling.
'Hahaha . . . haha . . . ha . . ." He chuckled through his tears.
"I can be a hero." He whispered to himself. Silence overtook him.
"OKAY!" Izuku said as he slapped his cheeks, a smile adorning his plain face. "I have at least ten months to prepare for the entrance exam!"
I can work on the molecular adhesive . . . or create a whole other different thing. Izuku thought for a long while, trying to pick his choices. The adhesive formula took me a year to actually analyze its compounds. And i didn't even get to the synthesis part yet! ugh, it's a no go then. He thought, annoyed. So the adhesive grenade is out of the window . . . then what? Izuku remembered the gauntlet that the scientist tested today at OSCORP. That's it! . . . but isn't that, like, copyright infringement? OSCORP would definitely sue, and that's a no-no. He frowned. Then what can I make? . . . maybe a grappling gun? No, too overused, they wouldn't be impressed. Then a flame thrower? . . . no that's the same as the grappling gun. Izuku continued to think of other inventions that weren't cliche or overused. As he was thinking over things, he went on the web to search up support items that other support company's have made. He scrolled down the inventions absentmindedly, then something caught his eye.
"Pro hero; Airjet," he said. "Uses jet packs with the combination of his quirk:wind blast. He uses his quirk to shoot out air/wind out of his support item:jetpack, created by the company 'support express'."
"Wind . . . gauntlet . . . wind blast . . . gauntlet . . . AH HAH, THAT'S IT!" Izuku screamed out loud. "I can make a gauntlet that shoots out high pressure wind/air!" He excitedly said. "And better yet, I might be the first person to think of this! . . . probably not, but it's better than a flamethrower or a grappling gun!"
Okay, I got the invention idea, and I have ten months to make it, that's more than enough time. But what parts do I need? Izuku searched for a gauntlet, as he searched it up and went to check their prices his heart dropped. T-t-t-two-hundred-thousand yen! That's outrageous! He thought, his jaw opened. That's more than my mom's rent! . . . jesus christ! . . . well . . . then that's out of the picture. . . Then where can I find the parts I need? Izuku closed out the outrageous shop and opened a new tab to look for parts that's actually affordable. He looked and looked for about two hours and completely gave up. Closing the last outrageous shop, he went to his favorite website: , the website where millions of crazed hero fans talk about heroes and the like. Opening the chat room, he looked at millions of accounts talking or talking shit about heroes. But he wasn't here to talk or worship All Might, for the time being, he'll do that later. What he was here for is the 'support hero chat room', and Izuku has never paid much attention to it until now. He double clicked and saw a less populated chat room, only about one-hundred-thousand or so. Support heroes aren't really that popular, huh? He clicked on the 'Q&A' room and typed out his question to the people in the chat room.
(All_Mighty_Boy) -4:58 PM-
'Do you guys know a website or place that sells support parts for cheap? And I mean like, really, really, really, cheap?'
Izuku waited a couple minutes for a response, seeing as they didn't respond, Izuku went to a new tab to watch the show he started watching recently.
"John!," said samantha. "How could you do this to me!?"
"I'm sorry Sam," said a sauve, masculine voice. "I have to do this, Sam, I have to, no, I need to!"
"But- but, what about the baby inside my belly?" Samantha cried out between sobs.
"What?" John had a confused look. "How? . . . is that possible?"
"Because we slept together," Samantha choked out. "What else do you think!?"
"But," John pursed his lips in a thin line. "I have . . . ED, sa-"
"Wait?" Izuku said. "What the fuck?"
'Ding'
Oh, I got a notification. Izuku closed out of the horrible soap opera, and clicked his notification box to find that he got a message from the chat group. He opened the message and read what it said.
(support master 786) -5:17 PM-
'If you're looking for cheap parts, there's a market under an abandoned subway line down on a street called "Hoki-Suru", in Hosu City.'
That's . . . definitely not sketchy at all.
(All_Mighty_boy) -5:18 PM-
'Thank you, stranger.'
Izuku replied and closed out of the tab, he got the information he needed. He wrote the street down in his phone notes.
I think I have at least 12,000 yen I've saved up for that limited edition All Might figure I've been trying to buy. As Izuku thought this, he felt like he got shot in the heart since he would have to use that money for mechanical parts other than its intended purpose. Sorry, Mr. All Might figure, I'll have to sacrifice you for my invention. Izuku thought with sadness. I'll check out that non-sketchy place tomorrow, I'm pooped right now. I think I'll crash early today. He thought as he got out of his rickety chair and plopped down on his messy bed. He sighed as he stared up at his ceiling. And the ceiling stared back with a big board smile.
"Good night, All Might." Izuku tiredly said to the poster on the ceiling above his bed.
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I should take that poster off, it's creepy. He thought. Even for me!
Later that night, the CEO of OSCORP INC, Norman Osborn, sat in his chair drinking his favorite bottle of whiskey. He took a sip and plopped the glass down on his wooden desk. Where papers and blueprints could be seen scattered everywhere. Norman turned his chair around and looked out of the window of his penthouse that sat atop OSCORP tower, lights of buildings and skyscrapers of Hosu City could be seen in the distance. He stared for a while, then turned his chair back around and he reached for his glass of whisky once more. As he put the glass up against his lips, the office phone blared to life. He gently placed his glass back on top of his desk and reached to his left.
"Yes?" Norman Gruffly said.
"S-s-sorry to disturb you sir," said a feminine voice over the phone.
"No need to apologize, you didn't disturb me," he said. "So, why did you call up to me this late?"
"I–i, have terrible news, sir," the woman said over the phone.
"And what's this terrible news?" Norman said.
"A-a-arachnid, number fifty-eight, it, it, err" the woman over the phone nervously said.
"It what?," Norman said. "Come on, spit it out!"
"I-i-it, escaped its containment, sir" the woman quickly said, startled by her boss's outburst.
"And what do you mean it escaped?" Norman said, with venom in his gruffly voice. "Didn't you guys say that it wouldn't break out of its enclosure!?"
"Y-yes sir, but wh-"
"THEN WHY THE HELL DID IT ESCAPE!?" Norman screamed while slamming his fist against his desk, causing some papers that were placed on the rim of the desk to slowly descend onto the marble floor.
"S-s-sorry, s-si-sir," The woman apologetically said.
"I don't want your damn apology!" Norman seethed. "What I want to know is how the arachnid escaped!"
"The a-a-a-arachnid e-e-escaped because we f-f-fo-forgot to securely close t-t-the hat-hatch a-a-after e-e-examining the a-a-arachnid, s-sir." the woman nervously and fearfully stuttered.
"And how did you guys forget to securely close the hatch?" Norman said, furious. "Didn't you learn to carefully do your goddamn job!?"
"I-im s-sorry, s-s-sir," the woman said in between sniffles.
"I said I don't want your DAMN apologizes!" Norman furiously said. "What I want from you is to do your job and find the fucking thing before all of my ten years of hardlabour and money goes to the fucking bin!"
"Y-yes . . . s-sir" she said in between a sob.
"And could you do one more thing after you've found the arachnid?"
"W-what is i-it, s-sir"
"Pack your things and leave this fucking establishment!" Norman seethed. "You're fired and so are the other neanderthals that were examining the damn thing!"
"B-but s-s-sir, p-please" the woman pleaded.
"I SAID NOW!"
"Yes,sir," the woman quietly said, sobbing.
Norman slammed the phone back to its holder,snatched his glass of whisky and took a long sip.
"Of all the specimens to break out of its containment," he growled. "It just had to be the one I've been trying to perfect for the last ten years of my life. Now, i'm gonna have to go back to square one and try to recreate it, and go through all the trails and errors all over again to make up for the loss, assuming if those neanderthals dont find the fucking thing. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa . . . GODDAMMIT."
Norman slammed his empty glass of whiskey against his desk, shattering it.
"I was so fucking close to making an artificial quirk." Norman fumed. "Why NOW of all the fucking times! I've already got that fat fuck, Fisk, breathing down my neck. Asking for results every damn second of the day! How am i gonna explain this shitshow to him? 'Oh sorry Fisk, you know the cross-quirked genetic spider that I was working on to give your little shit a quirk? Yeah, well it escaped.' I'd be six feet under if he found out! . . . . FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING DAMMIT."
Norman screamed in anger. He stood up from his chair to grab the full bottle of whiskey and chugged half of it down. And proceed to throw the bottle the the wall to his left, completely shattering it as the brownish liquid spilled all over the marble floor. Sighing in frustration, he sat back down on the chair and picked up his phone and called the head scientist.
'Ring' 'ring' 'ring' 'ring' 'ring' rin-
"Hello?" a rough accented voice said over the phone.
"How the hell did your little minions let specimen fifty-eight escape its containment," Norman venomously said. "Dr. octavius?"
"Oh, Norman, it's pleasant you called me." Otto said nonchalantly.
"Answer my damn question, Otto!"
"Sorry, it happened when I wasn't supervising the interns," Otto answered Norman's question.
"And why in gods holy fucking name weren't you supervising the interns!?"
"I was preoccupied with fixing the neural interface of the prosthetics that you assigned me to do." Otto said.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA, FUCK!" Norman angrily sighed. "The admissions board aren't going to like this one single fucking bit." he muttered under his breath.
"And Mr. Wilson, isn't going to like this either." Otto remarked.
"Well, thank you pointing out the fucking obvious, Otto!" Norman snarked. "I want the whole staff to look for this spider until morning, before the thing fucking dies."
"Yes, sir, I'll tell them now." Otto agreed.
"Oh, and Otto?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Don't you ever take this tone with me ever again or I'll dump you back where I found you, are we clear?"
"Crystal, sir," Otto said.
"Good!" Norman said as he hung up the phone.
This is going to be a long day. Norman thought as he banged his desk one more time.
Izuku stirred awake when he heard his alarm screaming at him. He rolled to his side and covered his head with his pillow. The alarm continued to scream, telling him to wake up.
Jeez . . . alright, alright, alright, im awake, im awake, so pleaseeeeee shut up! Izuku thought, when the alarm didn't obey his non-existent telepathy, he reached out and slammed it off. Just, give me like, five more minutes will ya?
"IZUKUUUUUU, GET UP, OR YOU'LL BE LATE . . . AGAIN!" He heard his mother's voice outside his bedroom door.
"All right, all right, im up . . . im . . . getting . . . up . . ." Izuku mumbled as he slowly started to drift off to dream land again.
"DO NOT MAKE ME COME IN THERE, YOUNG MAN." he heard his mother scream.
"Alrighttttt, im getting up, just hold your horses." Izuku mumbled as he slowly sat up from his bed. He looked around his room, unsurprisingly, still messy. I really gotta clean this hobbit hole of mine. He thought as he cautiously swung his feet onto the ground. I didn't trip, that's a good sign!
Izuku heard his mother's footsteps slowly descending in the distance. He got up and went to his bathroom to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth he splashed some cold water on his face to jet up a little. After that he went back out and came back to the bathroom with a fresh pair of undies. After a nice, warm, refreshing shower he put on his uniform to get ready to start the day in the black lands A.K.A Aldera junior high. Izuku walked into the kitchen where he found his mother cooking breakfast, seeing as he actually has time to eat, he plopped down on a chair at the table.
"Morning, sweetie," his mother said with a warm loving smile.
"Mor . . ." Izuku yawned. "Morning mom."
"Here, eat," Inko said as she placed down a plate of food in front of him.
"Thanks. Mom." Izuku said with a smile. "Looks great!"
"Of course it does, I made it with love~" Inko said as she winked.
Izuku chuckled at his mother's childish antics. "I bet you did!"
As he was eating his breakfast like it was the last food he'll ever eat his mother asked him a question.
"So . . ." she said "how was that OSCORP tower that you were babbling about, yesterday?"
"Oh, it was awesome!" he said, his voice muffled from the food inside his mouth.
"Shallow before you talk, mister, you're not five!" she said while pointing the wooden spatula in his direction.
Izuku quickly chews and gulps down the food. "Sorry," he meekly said. "But, yeah, OSCORP was awesome. I got to see a lot of their machines and also their bio-engineered insects, rats, mice, and arachnids! One arachnid had seven quirks! . . . seven different quirks mom!" Izuku held up seven fingers.
"Well that's good," she said with a smile. "I don't know half the things you just said, but I'm just glad you're happy."
Izuku smiled and went back to his food. After finishing he stood up and handed the plate to his mother, went back into his room to grab his backpack, after retrieving said backpack he went to leave. But he stopped halfway into his doorway and turned around to grab the twelve-thousand yen he had saved up, wincing as he grabbed it. After that he walked out and into the kitchen.
"Hey, mom?" he said.
"Yeah, what's up sweetie?" Inko responded, not looking at him.
"Is it okay if I go to the mall after school?" he sheepishly said.
"Hmm? I mean yeah sure," Inko responded. "Just make sure you come home before six, and make sure to stay careful." she turned around and contorted her face into a serious manner. "And if you see any villain fights, don't just stand there and take notes like you usually do, you remember what happened last time you did?"
"Yes," Izuku said. "I vividly do."
"Good," she said with a nod. "Learn from your mistakes and run and hide, you got it?"
"Okay, I'll remember to do that mom," Izuku said with a strained smile.
Inko softened her face. "Good," she said with a smile. "Now, chop-chop, you'll miss the train."
"Oh . . . you're right," Izuku said as he looked at his watch. "I'll see you later then, love ya!" he said as he started to walk to the front door to his left.
"Woah, slow your horse there, young man," Inko said. "Aren't you forgetting something?." she said as she pointed to her right cheek.
Izuku smiled as he kissed his mother's right cheek.
"Good," she smiled and nodded.
After saying goodbye to his mother one more time he walked out the door and down the steps and finally into the parking lot. Then, Izuku started his journey to Dantooine station. As he was walking down the sidewalk though, he saw a giant pink . . . thumb? In the distance fighting a giant woman that was wearing a white and purple skin tight spandex suit that had orange rims in her chest area, which showed her figure very nicely, but that's beside the point. He also saw branches of trees that went straight for the big thumb's torso, aiming to trap said thumb person.
Remembering the lecture his mother gave him minutes prior, he reluctantly ignored the fight and continued his journey towards his destination. Izuku weaved and dodged by his fellow Japanese citizens that were crowding the entrance of Dantooine station. After a while, he penetrated through the crowd of people and made his way down the stairs of the subway station. Upon emerging onto the platform, he looked for Mr. Homeless man that was always napping on the bench. He fortunately didn't see him anywhere which made him smile, seeing as he won't have to battle for a spot on the bench. Upon reaching the green rickety bench, he sat down, he heard a couple of screams from the bench but he ignored it and started to wait patiently for the next train that goes to Alderaan station. While waiting, he took the opportunity to take out his notebook where he had the molecular adhesive formula written down in it, and started to write complex equations and add other formulas that were similar to the adhesive formula. After a couple minutes of frantically and viciously writing down in his notebook, his face so close to the pages you would've thought he was nearsighted, the intercom beeped.
'beep'
'Next stop Alderaan station' 'Next stop Alderaan station'
Izuku, upon hearing the announcement, whipped his head out of his notebook and tucked it back into his backpack. Seconds after, the train screeched to a stop, he stood up and walked to the opening doors. After entering he looked around for an empty seat, finding an empty seat next to a man who was in dire need of a cup of coffee, he plopped down, remembering to check for hazardous things just as he always does. He again took out his notebook and started to ravage through countless equations to figure out the formula. The man with the long, jet black hair with . . . a scarf? Phone's rang, he took out the screaming cell and answered it. Hey man, isn't it a little early to wear a scarf? It isn't even cold outside. Izuku thought as he side eyed the weird hobo looking man beside him.
" . . . Yes, yes, I already said yes a million times already, Emi." Mr. Hobo looking man said, his voice sounding like he wanted to die right then and there. A feminine voice talked from the phone, but he couldn't hear what she said because the phone was out of ear shot.
"Do you have to ask me again?" Mr. Hobo looking man groaned. "Haaaaa, . . . yes, Emi Fukukado, I will marry you." Izuku heard a squeal from the phone and a couple of giggles. Mr. Hobo looking man just sighed out of exhaustion.
Woah, am I witnessing a wedding proposal? Izuku thought, confused. That's a . . . weird way to propose, and isn't it the guy who's supposed to be doing the whole 'will you marry me my love?' and not the other way around? Maybe that's just a stereotype.
Mr. Hobo looking man shifted in his seat a little, as the phone came into earshot he heard the girl. "Can you say it one more time, shota, please, pretty please, please with a cherry on top?" the girl said over the phone. Mr. Hobo looking man just sighed.
"No," he gruffly said. "You've already forced me to say it at least fifty times this morning since I said yes."
Mr. Hobo looking man just hung up the phone and muttered something along the lines of. "I hope the coffee machine was fixed in the lounge." And the just sighed and tilted his head up and closed his eyes, not even a second later, Izuku heard the man snoring.
Izuku took on a sympathetic look. I hope you sleep good, man, your life sounds disastrous and chaotic. He thought as a tear streamed down his face, a tear of pity. Izuku then teared his attention away from the weird episode of soap opera, and went back to writing. After about five minutes or so the hobo looking man snorted back to life, then seconds later the train came into a screeching stop. In Izuku's eyes he would've mistoke the man's quirk to be a sixth sense, seeing as he sensed that the train would stop. The man went back to sleep, probably because this wasn't his stop. Izuku packed his notebook into the backpack again and waddled to the doors that were slowly opening, and away from the weirdness he just witnessed. Walking out onto the platform of the Alderaan station, he saw many pedestrians, business men who looked like living corpses, and opposite from them were the average happy person. He strolled to the staircase at the far end of the platform and ascended into the city above. Izuku emerged onto a sidewalk full of people walking and strolling around, such is the busy city of Musutafu. Izuku walked and bumped into some people on the way to his destination, as he apologized at their stink eyes he saw the visage of his favorite place in the whole wide world appear in his peripheral vision, the place being none-other than the loving and caring institution of Aldera junior High.
Time to start another good day of being thrashed and verbally abused! Izuku internally laughed at his snarky remark. God, I should be a comedian! Izuku thought while walking to the front gate and passed it. Hey, there's a backup career if you get rejected from U.A.! He walked past the gatekeeper who guards this shit-hole like Maalik, coincidentally enough, he never smiles too! As he ignored the disgusted look the gate-keeper had when seeing him, he walked up to the door and went straight for his shoe-locker. Taking off his red sneakers and pulling out his in-door school shoes out of the locker, he put them on while putting his sneakers into the place where his in-door shoes were previously at. He slammed the locker shut and made his way to his class. Upon reaching the door to class 3-f, he slid the door open to find your run of the mill homeroom class. Desks were evenly placed in the middle of the room, a white board hung on the wall in front of the desks. Chairs also accompany their soulmates (desks). Said chairs, is where his classmates were sitting, they all looked at him for a split second, and then turned their attention back to what they were doing previously. Treating me like the sidewalk poop stain, huh? Why am I not surprised?
Izuku sat on his assigned seat behind the pomeranian chihuahua, and waited for their homeroom teacher to start, well, you know?, homeroom class. The teacher walked in with an unexpected serious face. Izuku heard his classmates shift in their seats as they saw the teacher.
"Alright, serious talk time, kids," said Mr. Tsukareta. "Since you've somehow made it to third year, I think it's time for you guys to seriously think about your futures and what highschool you want to apply to."
Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, some creaking.
"I'll pass out the handouts for your future plans this morning," he said while lifting a bunch of papers in front of the class. "But . . . you're all going to apply to the hero course aren't ya?" he said as he threw the handouts into the air with a smile.
"YEAH!" everyone yelled in unison as they showed off their completely useless quirks.
"Yes, yes, I know that you're all excited, but public quirk usage is illegal, so stop." Mr. Tsukareta said with a smile.
While everyone was chattering and yelling. Wow, how do you guys have this much energy? It's only morning, calm down! Izuku thought, irritated at the loud noise. As he thought that an all too familiar voice yelled louder than all of his classmates. Annoying him further.
"TEACH!" barked a pomeranian chihuahua. "Don't lump me in with all these rejects! I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with these extras!"
"That's uncalled for, katsuki!"
"Yeah, like you could do any better!"
"Who are you calling a reject, you blondie!?"
The students protested when they heard the verbal attack that Katsuki Bakugo, just aimed and shot at them.
"Oh, shut it, like the retards and background characters, that you are!" Bakugo mocked.
"Oh, if I remember correctly," the teacher said. "You're applying for U.A. right, Bakugo?"
"The national school, U.A?"
"Woah, you're aiming high!"
"Isn't their acceptance rate like five percent?"
"You mean the school that was in the top 0.3 percent this year?"
Students incredulously spoke amongst each other as they heard that Bakugo was trying to apply for the top Hero School program in Japan.
"And this is exactly why you guys are just the extras," Bakogou said as he jumped on top of his desk. "I aced the mock tests. I'm probably gonna be the only one from this shit-hole to make it into U.A., And I'm gonna surpass All Might and become the number one hero! And be filthy rich!" Bakugo laughed atop his desk.
Jesus, why are you yelling, you chihuahua? Izuku thought as he looked at the laughing manic that was standing on top of his desk. And why are you standing on your desk? You could've just said all that while standing on the floor, like a normal functioning human!
"Oh yeah, Midoriya, I see that you're applying to U.A. as well." Mr. Tsukareta said offhandedly.
Everything went into a stalemate as the teacher uttered those words.
"Pfffffff HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA"
"HAHAHAHAHA, HUH? MIDORIYA? PFF NO WAY!"
"HAHAHAH, YOU THINK YOU'LL GET INTO THE HERO COURSE JUST BY STUDYING!?"
Oh shit, I forgot I put down U.A. for my highschool of choice. He thought. Wait? . . . i didn't say which course I would actually apply to though! Quick Izuku, you can salvage this embarrassment and shove it under the rug!
Just as Izuku was about to say that he was gonna apply for the support course, a hand banged on his desk and shortly after the desk exploded.
"DEKUUUUUU" screamed the pomeranian chihuahua. Izuku fell on his butt due to the explosion.
"You think you can pass the exam?" Bakogo seethed. "You're worse than these rejects! You're quirkless! What? You think you can stand as high as me? You think you better than ME!?"
Jeez, this guy has a severe case of superiority complex. Izuku thought. "No, Kacchan! wait! I'm not trying to compete against you," Izuku said as he crawled backwards, away from the screaming maniac.
"Then why are you applying for the hero course!?" Bakugo shouted. "You think you can beat me in the exam? Think you better th-"
"I'm not applying for the hero course!" Izuku interrupted Bakugo. "I'm applying for the support course!"
Bakugo froze, and so did everyone else in the room. Izuku looked around to see the shocked faces of his classmates, even Mr. Tsukareta had his mouth slightly ajar.
"What?" Bakugo said, taken aback by Izuku's words.
What do you mean "what"? Did you cut off your ears? Izuku thought. Aren't you supposed to be happy? You know . . . for me not taking the exam for the hero course? Jeez, you're more confusing than girls!
"What do you mean 'what?'" Izuku replied. "I said I'm applying for the support course." Izuku looked at Bakugo, he looked . . . bewildered? And then he looked behind him at his classmates, their faces also in bewilderment . ". . . what?"
"Nothing . . . it's just that, you've been saying that you were going to be a hero all this time . . . and now you just changed your mind?" one of his classmates said. "It's . . . surprising . . ." he trailed off.
"Well," Izuku started. "Aren't you happy? I finally took your advice and now I'm looking for a real, logical, dream that I can actually achieve."
The student looked taken aback at Izuku's words. So did everyone, especially Bakugo.
" . . . well, . . . um . . er . . . " Mr. classmate stammered. " . . . good . . . luck, I guess?"
A couple murmurs could be heard from the group of students.
"Well . . . um" The teacher started. "I wish you the best of luck on the entrance exams then, Midoriya!"
"Uh . . . thank you, Mr. Tsukareta," Izuku said as he stood up and bowed his head. He looked up to find Bakugo just standing there, perplexed over something. Ignoring him, he sat back down at his chair, but his desk was unfortunately and utterly destroyed. Everyone didn't say a word as they turned and looked away from Izuku.
Why is everyone so weird right now? Izuku pondered on the weirdness his classmates were showing. Is it really weird that I'm going to apply for the support course? I mean, I showed them my inventions at the science fair a year back, albeit they got destroyed soon after. But they definitely saw them . . . so why is everyone acting so weird?
"All right," Mr. Tsukareta started. "Let's actually get homeroom started, shall we?" he said with a sheepish smile.
After that whole fiasco, classes started, Bakugo sat back down in his seat, with a look of confusion. The whole time homeroom was happening no one picked on or bothered him, which was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to him. It was the same with the second period, then the third, then fourth, fifth and then sixth. School went by weirdly normal, he actually ate lunch without one douche dropping them off his hands. And as he was leaving the premises, Bakugo didn't pull him behind the school to give the routine beat up!
Such . . . a weird day . . . Izuku thought. Nobody picked on me today . . . which basically never happens, so why today of all days? . . . eh, i'm not gonna complain! He shrugged as he walked down the campus of Aldera junior High. he reached the front gate and stepped out onto the sidewalk, and started his trek towards Alderaan station. Izuku walked by cafes, diners, restaurants, street food stalls until he saw the steps that descended down into the Alderaan subway line, he stepped down the stairs and onto the platform, he then waited for the train.
'Beep'
'Next stop Tatooin station' 'Next stop Tatooin station'
The intercom said after about twenty or so odd minutes, seeing the train fast approaching, Izuku walked to the end of the platform and waited for the train to arrive. And so it did arrive, quickly stepping inside and finding a seat with no hazardous things, he sat down. Izuku took his phone out from his backpack and scrolled through the internet, looking up the parts for the 'wind gauntlets' (original name by me) he needed. After writing down the parts on a piece of paper, he took out his headphones and plugged them into his phone. Putting it over his head, he played music, to distract himself as he waited for the train to arrive at Tatooin station. After a couple minutes of humming, the train came to a stop. Standing, he made his way out of the musky smelling train and onto the platform. As he was ascending up the steps into the city of Hosu, his phone buzzed. Taking it out he saw a message from his mother.
(mom3) -3:56 PM-
'Remember to come home before six, and don't, and I mean don't, talk to any strangers!'
Izuku smiled at his mother's worries.
(All_Mighty_Boy) -3:57 PM-
'Of course not mother, I won't just walk up to a stranger and chit-chat! :)'
Izuku replied and not even a second later his mother sent him her reply.
(mom3) -3:57 PM-
'Oh shut it, smart-ass, just be careful sweetie, I love you.'
(All_Mighty_Boy) -3:58 PM-
'Aye, aye, ma'am ('-'*ゞ, love you too3'
Izuku then exited out of the message app and then tapped on his notes. As he was scrolling through dozens of ideas for machines he found what he was looking for.
"Hoki-suru" huh?
Thought Izuku as he went to search up the street on the web. The street was only ten blocks away from Dantooine station. Turning on the GPS, Izuku walked to the abandoned, definitely non-sketchy subway line. After walking about ten minutes he reached a deserted road, the buildings that surrounded said road had seen better days. The windows were shattered, some had wooden barricades nailed into them, the brick walls were crumbling. The sidewalk he was standing on had grass growing between the cracks. And there in the distance was a staircase that descended down into the abandoned subway line. Izuku walked to the staircase with a bit of hesitation, as he reached the stairs he heard people talking in the distance.
This is definitely not sketchy at alllllllll. Izuku thought as he walked down the steps. I hope I don't get kidnapped and be sold off to some creepy old dude. He thought as he arrived down on the platform. What Izuku saw as he looked up confirmed his suspicion. He was looking at a subway line, the ceiling arched into a half circle, dozens of cracks creeped up from the ceiling. On the walls he saw rusted pipe lines that slithered across all the way down to the end, a few puffs of steam would shoot out of the rusted pipes. He saw people walking around a bunch of stalls that lined up against the brick decaying walls that sold a variety of items, clothes, food, jewelry, accessories, electronics, furniture, weapons, knives, etc. etc.
Yup! . . . this is definitely a black market! Izuku thought as he looked at the scene in front of him. Oh . . . goodie . . . Well, what can I do? This is the only place that hopefully sells the parts for cheap. He stood there for a moment before giving in and reluctantly entered the market.
"For only 5,000 yen, you can get yourself a diamond ring!"
"Get yourself a replica of the samurai hero's katana for only 7,000 yen!"
"Get yourself some parts for only 2,000 yen each, they're also in top condition, don't miss this chance!" said a man to Izuku's left. The man was standing behind a booth, the roof was held up by rods that connected to the table's front rims, and behind him there were mechanical parts piled up into a miniature hill. The pile consisted of engines, small metal compounds, circuit boards, wires, gears, actuators, controllers, manipulators and so much more. Izuku wiped a drool that was flowing down his left bottom lip with his sleeve, and made his way over to the big, gruff looking man.
"U-u-um, do you s-s-sell s-s-support parts?" Izuku nervously said to the man.
"Of course, of course," the man replied with a gentle tone. "I sell all kinds of parts, auto motive, robotics, and especially support parts, the best around here!" he said as he waved behind him where the parts lay. "So, what can I get you, kid?"
"O-oh, j-just t-these,' Izuku said as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a piece of paper where he wrote down a list of parts for his wind gauntlets. He handed the man the paper. The man whistled upon reading the list of parts.
"Fheeeewwwwww, what are you trying to make, kid?" the man asked. "Because it looks like you're trying to make a full arsenal here."
"O-oh, I'm just m-making a p-p-pair o-of gauntlets." Izuku stammered.
"And why do you need a gas spring for Gauntlets?" the man replied. "Oh well, it's none of my business either way." he said as he turned around and rummaged through the pile of mechanical parts. After grunting and groaning he returned with a dozen parts. He dropped them on the table where his stall stood, and looked up at Izuku with a smile, his teeth were crooked and decaying. Jeez, do you know what oral hygiene is?
"And that's 10,547 yen," the man said as he reached his hand towards Izuku, palm open.
"O-oh, o-okay" Izuku said as he reached into his right back pocket to take out the cash he had, he flipped through the money and handed the man the money, and put the left-over money back into his back pocket. The man yanked the money out of Izuku's hand and started counting the money. Smiling with satisfaction, he smiled at Izuku as he put the money in his front pocket.
"Nice doing business with ya, kid." he said as he slapped Izuku's right shoulder.
Ouch, Jesus, hold back on your strength big guy! "N-n-no problem." Izuku said after wincing. He dropped his backpack off of his shoulder and unzipped it. He then took the parts that sat atop the stall and placed them at the bottom of his backpack one by one. He zipped it after placing the last of the parts and tried to lift his backpack. Umph, woah, this is heavy. He thought as he tried to lift his backpack off of the ground. After struggling and using all his strength, he managed to swing the backpack around his shoulder. "Thank you." he said to the man as he turned around to leave.
Izuku's back was screaming at him while walking down the market full of merchants and stalls, he almost tripped backwards after bumping into someone who's head was that of a goat. Izuku swayed back and forth as he tried to balance himself from the weight of mechanical parts that lay in his backpack. After a moment, he succeeded and continued to walk to the exit.
"Hey, hey, psst, hey kid?" said a man that was crouched down beside the staircase.
"Y-yeah?" Izuku stopped by the staircase and answered the man.
"You look like a kid who has a weak quirk," the man said while looking around. "You tryna get that quirk of yours stronger? Well I have the perfect thing." he whispered as he took out a tiny packet of what looked like purple powder from his jacket pocket. And lifted it up in front of Izuku.
"U-um, n-not really n-no," Izuku said. "I'm sorry, b-but I h-have to go now." he said as he started to walk up the steps.
"C'mon kid, I have the best Trigger around these parts." the man said as he started to follow Izuku up the stairs.
"S-s-sorry, I have no money." Izuku said as he quickened his pace.
"Tsk . . . little shit!" the man said under his breath as he descended back into the market.
"Sigh . . ." Izuku sighed in relief as the man walked away.
Trigger? Isn't that the drug that boosts your quirk after you take it? Izuku thought as he started his way towards Tatooin station. I thought the drug crisis was only in the slums . . . I guess they're expanding their distribution supply chain out across the city. I hope the police fixes this drug crisis before people start to overdose, and lose their quirks. I mean, hell, that guy even tried to sell one to me, a minor!
Izuku reached the train station and sat down on the bench that was placed in the middle of the platform with a huff. Jesus, this backpack is heavy. The train came in and stopped, Izuku stood up and entered the train. He sat down and waited for the train to arrive at Dantooine station once more. I feel like I've been living in a train these past two days . . . if i don't get accepted into U.A. I'll become a train conductor! I heard their salaries are off the charts too!
Izuku grunted as he reached atop of the staircase of his apartment complex, taking a deep inhale of oxygen, he walked to his apartment door. As he opened the door he walked in, taking off his shoes he made his way towards his bedroom, heaving and panting, he let his heavy backpack slip off his shoulder and onto the floor. There was a clanking thud and the backpack made contact with the wooden floor.
"I . . . never . . . want to . . . do . . . that ever again!" Izuku said to himself between big gulps of air.
Izuku ignored his backpack that was in the still messy room of his and jumped face first onto his bed. After bouncing a couple of times, he rolled over to his back and sighed.
My back is killing me! I'll work on the gauntlets tomorrow, I'm exhausted! Thought Izuku as he closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. In seconds he fell asleep.
'Beep' 'beep' 'beep' 'beep' 'beep'
Izuku woke up to the sound of his alarm. Grunting and moaning he slammed the off button with his left hand. Good thing it was a saturday, that means he could sleep in. but then he remembered the parts he had bought from the market that were still in his backpack. He groaned as he sat up in his bed.
I really gotta clean this room. He thought as he looked around his room. God, I'm sweaty . . . oh? I forgot to take off my uniform yesterday. Taking a whiff under his sleeve he sneered. Holy shit I smell like, well . . . shit. Izuku groaned as he stood up and walked into the bathroom after taking a pair of clean, non-shit smelling clothes. After his long, refreshing shower, he walked to his backpack that sat beside his bedroom door. Unzipping the pack, he took out the parts for his 'wind gauntlets' and placed them atop his messy desk. Izuku inspected every part, and the man lied, these parts were in bad condition. That sleaze-ball! These are worse than the parts at that beach! . . . haaaaaa, well, what can I do? I already bought them, might as well make good use of 'em. And Izuku did just that for the next couple hours. He welded some metal he got from that beach and made the front plate for the gauntlets. He also measured his forearm to make the gauntlet fit his lanky arms nice and sturdy. After burning his fingers a couple of times, he stood up from his workbench and went for his bed, immediately succumbing to slumber.
Izuku did this routine for the next five months, after many trials and errors (and some crying) he finished the prototype of his makeshift gauntlet. The gauntlet was hollow, on top of the metal gauntlet showed arches of thin steel that he welded to the corners of the makeshift arm. On both sides of the gauntlets showed tubes that connected to a small compartment, the compartment was placed in the middle of the machine. And there were also two smaller tubes connected to the front rim of the compartment, the small tubes separated on either side of the gauntlets, and traveled to the rims of the gauntlets, where it would shoot out highly compressed air from the circular rims. Okay . . . let me test it. Thought Izuku as he slipped the gauntlet on his right forearm. Izuku stood from his chair and pressed a button that was placed on the left side of the gauntlet. After pressing the button he heard the gauntlet humming quietly, indicating that it was sucking air in and placed the air in the compartment, where it would be compressed and travel through the two smaller tubes and shoot out the air from the circular rims, the rims were placed all around Izuku's wrist. Izuku planted his right foot back and placed his whole body weight on his left foot, he reached his arm out and gripped his right bicep with his left hand. He aimed for the empty can of soda that sat on his messy desk. Izuku took a deep breath and slowly let it travel out of his mouth. Fooooooooo, okay, I just gotta press the trigger . . . easy as that!
Izuku tensed his left and right thighs, he took another deep breath and pressed his middle and ring finger to the center of his palm, where the trigger was located. A big 'woosh' echoed throughout his room, and a big gust of wind traveled to the can, the can crinkled inward and flew backward and slammed into the drywall, leaving a big hole in its place. Papers scattered up into the air and floated there, and descended slowly towards the ground. Izuku went backwards and fell on his back due to the recoil of the wind. He groaned as he sat up.
"I-it works?" Izuku whispered. "Holy shit, IT WORKS!"
"IZU? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT NOISE!?"
"N-nothing mom!" he shouted.
"IF I GO IN THERE AND SEE ANOTHER FLAMETHROWER, I SWEAR TO GOD!"
"I-it's nothing, mom!" Izuku nervously said. "And even if it was a flamethrower, I think we'd be on fire by now!"
"Fair enough," Inko said. "But if I see something broken in there I'm gonna cut your allowance by 30%!"
"T-t-thirty!?" Izuku yelled. "T-t-thats too much mom! I swear to you i didn't brea-"
Izuku stopped as he saw the big hole in his wall. Oh . . . shit . . . im doomed if she sees that! Izuku heard his mothers footsteps coming closer and closer to his door. He quickly shot up and ran to his other poster that was placed on the opposite wall and ripped it off, quickly turning around and grabbing two tacks from his drawer he slammed the poster against the wall where the hole was, completely covering it up. He penetrated the corners of the poster with the tacks and quickly leaned against his desk with his left hand, just in time for his mother to slam the door open.
"H-hey there, you" Izuku said, with a sheepish smile.
His mother didn't say a word and looked around his room suspiciously, after looking around she locked eyes with her son.
"Hey there to you too, mister," she said with a stern look. "And what are you doing there?"
"N-nothing, nothing, just, uhhhhh . . . exercising, yeah that!" Izuku said as he started doing stretches.
Inko lifted her right brow. "I didn't know you needed a gauntlet to exercise." she said as she pointed to Izuku's right arm.
"O-o-oh this?" Izuku said nervously, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "I-i-it's just an adjustable weight bracelet I made . . . for . . . uh y'know . . . making this more . . . challenging?"
"Uh-huh" Inko said after looking at her son suspiciously for a couple of moments. Not believing him. "Just don't make sure to not break anything? I don't want to buy you a new set of clothes." Inko turned around and started to walk out of his room but stopped halfway and turned to her son once more. "And clean this room, I didn't raise a slob. Also, you're too young to be watching porn." she said as she pointed to Izuku's monitor, where various adult tabs were opened. At that she turned around and closed the door behind her.
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"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Izuku groaned loudly while holding his head.
How did I forget to close the tabs? Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, STUPID iZUKU!
He thought as he slapped his forehead numerous of times while kneeling.
Her finding the hole would've been better than THAT!
"Fucccccck" he moaned in defeat.
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At least the prototype works! And I really gotta clean this room.
Izuku was running while dragging his gauntlets that were placed in his backpack. Crap, I'm gonna be late! Stupid alarm clock! He thought as he passed by civilians who gave him looks. Izuku was running up a giant hill in Musutafu city, the buildings and skyscrapers of said city were behind him as he heaved and gasped for breaths. He finally made it up the hill, he placed his hands on his knees as he gulped for air. Looking up he saw the words 'U.A.' on top of an arch gateway. Looking past the gate he saw four giant buildings with glass for walls, in between the building he saw a glass covered bridge that connected to the four buildings horizontally. Woah . . . the school is bigger in person than in the pictures! Izuku thought in amazement. Stop ogling Izuku! You're late! Izuku ran past the gates into the big front doors of U.A. high. Opening the door he entered and looked for the map of the school to know where the 'support application exams' were. Quickly finding the map, he took a picture with his phone and started to run to the exam room. After a couple minutes he eventually found the door to the exam room, upon opening the door, every participant whipped their head to Izuku's direction.
"Sorry . . . that . . . i'm late." Izuku said in between breaths.
"Oh?" said a short man with big metal nails, he was shirtless and had a tractor helmet on. "And who might you be?" he said as he looked down at the clipboard he was holding.
How can you hold that? "Oh, i-im Midor-riya Iz-Izuku, sir."
The man scrolled through the clipboard and stopped to look up at Izuku. "Oh, your participant #349, well, sit down, we were about to start the presentations."
Izuku bowed and sat down at an empty seat at the back. He took off his backpack off of his back and dropped it on the desk with a metal clang. God . . . i should buy a new alarm, but thats too pricey . . . oh, I can just fix it, silly 'ol me.
"Hey, it's greenie!" said a voice beside him.
Izuku whipped his head to his left and saw a girl with pink dreadlocks. "M-Ms. Hatsume?" Izuku stuttered.
"Oh? you remember me? How nice!" Mei said with a smile.
"Of course, how could I forget the crazy girl I met ten months ago." Izuku said with a smile of his own.
"Crazy?" Mei said. "I wasn't the one who was making a grenade!"
Everyone glanced at him as she said that.
"It was a-a-a adhesive g-g-grenade!" Izuku said frantically. "Not an a-a-actual grenade!"
"Yeah . . . you're right, sorry forgot," she said sheepishly. "Anyway, how did it go then?"
"How did what go?"
"The grenade, duh," Mei said. "Are you gonna present that here?"
"What? No," Izuku said. "I couldn't get that formula right so I just made something entirely different. And why are you here?"
"What do you think?" Mei said, confused. "To apply for U.A." she said as he waved her hand around the room.
"O-oh, of course," Izuku said, embarrassed. "So what are you going to present?" he said, trying to change the topic.
"Oh? Trying to change the topic?" she said with a smirk. "Well, i'm gonna show my best baby as of yet, these harnesses that detect movements and automatically dodges for me," she said as she pointed at the harnesses that leaned against the wall beside her. "Pretty bad ass huh?"
"Woah, yeah that is pretty badass." he said with his mouth slightly open. Those are awesome! And it's original too! Unlike my gauntlets.
"What did you make?" Mei said.
"Oh . . . i created these gaun-"
"Participant #349, come up to the stage, participant #349, come up to the stage." Mr. helmet head said.
"Oh yes sir!" Izuku said as he stood up and hefted his backpack from the desk. "Sorry," he said to Mei as he walked down to the stage. Upon reaching the stage he saw every eye on him.
"And what have you made for us to inspect, Mr. Midoriya?" said Mr. Helmet head.
"o-o-oh . . . uhhh . . ." Izuku stuttered out of anxiety. "I-i-i made g-g-gauntlets."
"Can you show me these gauntlets?"
"O-of course sir." he said as he plopped down his backpack and unzipped it. He crouched down and reached in his backpack, he took out two shiny metal gauntlets. And lifted it up to show Mr. Helmet head.
"So . . . how does it operate?" Mr. Helmet head said impatiently.
"O-oh right," Izuku said with a red face. "T-t-these gauntlets a-a-are called "wind gauntlets'. And as the name s-s-suggests, i-i-it shoots out h-highly c-c-compressed w-w-wind. The end of t-t-the gauntlets suck in air through these ventilations you see here," he explained as he pointed at the bottom of the gauntlets. "And the air travels through two metal tubes in the interior, the tubes connect to a compartment in the middle of the gauntlet. When the air reaches the compartment, the compartment pressurizes the air and shots it out of another two smaller tubes at the front here," he pointed at the wrist area of the gauntlet. "The smaller tubes are copper and wraps around the wrist and then connect to the rims here." he pointed at the front of the gauntlet. "The rim has a circular opening at the diameter of 33.40 mm. The compressed air shots out from said rims at 5 mph." he finished.
"Hmm, very interesting," mumbled Mr. Helmet head with his hand on his chin. "And how do you activate it?"
"What?" Izuku said, confused.
"You know, like a trigger or a button?"
"O-oh, yeah, sorry, ehehehe." Izuku sheepishly laughed. "Well i don't need a button for it to suck air in, i just programmed it to suck in the air at all times, that's unless i turned it off. But there's a trigger here that's connected to the wrist mount at the bottom. I use my middle and ring finger to double tap it for it to fire. I made it a double tap activation for if i activate it by accident."
"Very good, very good," Mr. Helmet head mumbled.
Izuku heard a couple of 'oooohs' and 'awwwws' from the stands behind him.
"Well, if you follow me to the test room, I want to see it in action." Mr. Helmet head said as he walked to the door behind the stage. "And to supervise for any malfunction or anything like that."
"Yes, sir" Izuku said as he followed Mr. Helmet head. Izuku entered a small square room, the walls were white and had cracks in them. In the center of the room was a dummy which have seen better days.
"Alright, stand on this line here and aim at the dummy." Mr. Helmet head said as he pointed at a red line that was engraved in the whitmarble floor, about ten or fifteen ish feet away from Mr. dummy.
"Uh, yes, sir." Izuku said as he walked over to the line and stood behind it at about two inches away.
"And its power loader or Maijima, either one is good with me." the now named Maijima said.
"Yes, sir, i-i mean, yes power loader sir!" Izuku nervously said. Holy shit, it's the excavation hero; power loader! How didn't I know? He thought as he slipped on both his gauntlets on bot of his lanky, skinny arms. Izuku then strapped the gauntlets tightly through the straps that was attached to the bottom of the gauntlets over his armpit and shoulders. Izuku took a step forward with his left foot and planted his right behind him. He lifted both the gauntlets and planted both his forearms together(something like a kamehameha motion). And pointed the gauntlets towards the dummy.
"Okay, whenever you're ready." Maijima said from beside him.
Izuku nodded and he double tapped the trigger, annnnnnndddddd . . . nothing happened.
"Huh?" Izuku muttered as he looked at his gauntlets. "What happened?" he muttered again as he rotated the gauntlets and inspected them. He went to try again. He lifted his arms up in the position he previously was at and double tapped again, but . . . nothing happened. What's going on? I tested these yesterday and they functioned just fine . . . so what's going on? "Uhhhhh, i don't know what's going on . . .ehehehehe . . . " he trailed off and tried again and again and again but it wouldn't work! Oh for pete's sake, why now?
"Well, want me to check it?" Maijima said.
"Yeah . . . i don't know what's going on, I tested them yesterday and they wo-"
'ZAP'
"RAGHHHHHHHHHHH" Izuku screamed from the heating sensation he got from his arms. The gauntlets malfunctioned and electricity sparked all around it.
"MIDORIYA!" Maijima shouted as he ran to Izuku. "Get Recovery girl here, NOW!" he screamed in the ear piece he had in his left ear.
"MIDORIYA? HEY MIDORIYA STAY WITH ME, THE NURSE IS GONNA BE HERE ANY MINUTE. HEY STAY WITH ME, MIDORIYA?, MIDORIYA?, MIDORIYA!, MIDORIYA!, MIDORIYA!, MIDORIYA1 . . . ."
Izuku's vision became distorted and blurry, his hearing got more muffled and muffled until he passed out from the pain.
"Gasp" Izuku awoke with a gasp and shot up from his bed. He looked around his room to find . . . a beeping machine? He looked around the unfamiliar room, the walls were white, and there was a wooden door down to his left. And pink drapes surrounded him. And he smelled . . . antiseptic? Oh . . . i'm in a hospital . . . and why am i? Izuku recounted his memories. Oh, the gauntlets malfunctioned and electrified my arms . . . my arms! Izuku shot his attention towards his arm to find it . . . normal? He looked around the room one more time. What about the exam? Just then the door to his left opened and walked in a small nurse who had a pink visor atop her head.
"Oh you're awake?" said the dwarf nurse. "How are you feeling, dearie?"
"O-o-oh, im feeling fine . . . i'm a little tired though . . ." Izuku answered the dwarf nurse.
"That's okay dearie, that's a side effect of my quirk," the dwarf nurse said with a warm smile. "Here take some gummies." She reached down into her nurse robe and took a couple gummies out then handed them to Izuku.
"Uh . . . thanks." Izuku said with a bow and chucked the gummies into his mouth, they tasted bitter. "Uh . . . where am i? I mean I know I'm in a hospital, but which hospital?"
"You're in the infirmary of U.A. high dearie." she said gently.
"O-oh really?" Izuku said in disbelief. "Wait, what about the exam!" he said as he tried to get up but a cane pushed him back into the bed.
"No moving mister," the dwarf nurse said sternly. "The exams ended 5 hours ago."
"W-what!?" Izuku half-screamed. "B-b-but, i didn't get to the practical!"
The dwarf nurse's face turned into a sympathetic one. "I'm sorry dearie," she said gently.
Izuku froze in place and looked at the ceiling with a shell shocked face. I-i-i failed the exam didn't i? Izuku's eyes became blurry as a tear trickled down his left cheek and then the other one. T-t-that means . . . i-i c-can't be a hero . . . right?
"Ehehehehehehe . . . fuck . . ." Izuku whimpered as he put his forearm on top of his forehead.
The dwarf nurse just stood there watching a sobbing Izuku with a sad one of her own.
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"DAMMIT!" Izuku wetly screamed.
Izuku sat in his chair taking notes when a spit ball hit the back of his green messy curls. Izuku just sighed, and continued doing his work. Then a second one hit, then a third a fourth a fifth and so on and so on.
"Now that's a three pointer right there '' roared a voice, the voice belonged to a fat but also fit kid, he had a goatee, which was weird for a fifteen year old to have.
"Nah, that's at least two!" said a second voice, the voice belonged to a big guy with blond hair.
Oh . . . goodie . . . a blonde bully, never saw one of these. Izuku thought sarcastically.
"Nuh-uh, that's three," said the goatee kid. "Like you could do any better flash."
"Yuh-uh i can," said the now named flash. "Just watch and learn kong."
As he said that another spitball hit the back of Izuku's head.
"BOOM!" Roared flash. "That's how it's done, my young padawan."
Kong snickered and agreed.
Wow, how original, bullying a kid who's quirkless! It's . . . basically never heard of! Izuku thought. Don't you guys have anything better to do? Like, y'know, work!?
'RINGGGGGG'
The school bell rang indicating that the school had just ended. Izuku stood up and gathered his things and turned to the door to leave. As he walked to the door and opened it he fell due to someone bumping into him.
"Watch it muko" seethed flash. His companions snickered and laughed.
Oh goodie, a new nickname at a new school . . . I already love this place! Flash left to go to his basketball practice. Izuku stood up and walked out into the hallway with his head down. He grabbed his out-door shoes from the show-locker and put them on and walked out of Middotaun high. The institution looked exactly like Aldera junior high but expanded it by two times.
Just a week in and they're already bullying me after finding out I'm quirkless . . . here's to another three years in hell! Izuku ruefully laughed at his own joke. Maybe a comedian ain't so bad after all.
Izuku walked to Adeeran station and seated himself on the bench. He looked up at the brick crumbling ceiling and just sighed. He saw a rat whizzing by on the rusted pipes. As he waited for the train he took out his notebook and just absentmindedly drew geometry formulas. The train came in and stopped just for Izuku. He entered the train and just sat down, not doing his routine of checking for hazardous things. Unbeknownst to Izuku a dark red spider with blue tipped legs was crawling down from the ceiling with its own web, slowly and steady like. The spider with a number 'fifty-eight' on its back crawled onto Izuku's brown uniform's cuffs and crawled inside the clothing. The spider crawled down Izuku's right arm and then to his right hand. Izuku didn't feel the spider crawling on his hand as he just continued to stare out of the window.
Haaaaaaaaaaaa, I just wanna go home and eat two bowls of pork cutlets. Izuku longingly thought.
The spider crawled in between Izuku's index and thumb finger, the spider showed it fangs as it reared back and bit Izuku's hand.
"AHHHHHHHHHH" Izuku screamed from the excruciating pain he felt from his hand. He shook his hand and saw a big red blur by and dropped to the metallic floor of the train. The spider tried to crawl away under the seat but a red sneaked slammed onto it, killing it instantaneously. Izuku lifted his foot and saw a big red smear on the gray floor.
For pete's sake, my gauntlet malfunctions and now i get bit by a spider? Izuku was irritated that his week has been the worst week of his life. I hope it wasn't venomous.
Unbeknownst to Izuku, his blood white cells were rapidly decreasing and being replaced by the spider's quirk cells. It was slowly and gradually mutating Izuku. Izuku opened his bedroom door and slammed onto his bed. Ohhhhhh fuck, i feel sick . . . i gotta go to the nurse tomorrow to check if that spider did anything lethal to me.
Oh yes Izuku, it did wondrous things to you, so many wondrous things.
It Only Takes An Itsy Bitsy Spider To Change One's Life
END
To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . probably.