[Warning] –I was very high writing most of these scenes, so take that as you will. Remember kids, do not do drugs!

[Disclaimer] –I do NOT own Boku No Hero Academia, nor Spider-Man media! Cus' why would I? I would've already been in a pool full of green instead of writing this doo-doo! But fret not, reader, one day I WILL sneak into Horikoshi's lair and steal every last outline of his story, and revert it to this mastapiece! But seriously tho, I don't want to be hit with any legal actions that man might want to settle against me! I don wan no court session! Those things are boring!

You like my new shtick up there? Gonna be implemented in every chapter from now on . . . if I remember, that is.

Regarding everything legal outta the way, have you guys seen the new across the spider-verse movie? And buddy, you have to agree with me that it was the best comic book movie as of date? Yes? No? WELL IT IS! The movie was a fucking mastapiece! The comedy and tension mixed so well with each other! God, I can't believe Sony made a better sequel than the prequel! Man, the only nit-pick I have (this is the only one, but everything else? 'Chefs kiss!') was that cliff-hanger! Now I gotta wait ten months until part two comes out! Which is in March of 2024!

And with the gameplay preview of Spider-Man 2 PS5? I just can't handle the excitement secreting from the pores of my body! (which is very, very muscular, mind I remind you!). Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a PS5 waiting for me at my local store ready to be bought and kissed by yours truly, Henry.

I haven't gone back to this chapter in like, weeks since I started writing it, so I forgot half way through, and if you feel/see a different change of actions to the characters, that's why. I'm sorry! And the reason why was I had some body complications, not going to disclose what I had because it was a pretty embarrassing affair, and plenty painful.

And leave any reviews about any grammar mistakes or dialogue or narrative explanations, I'll try to work it out in the next chapters! Or just leave one in general, I want to know your thoughts on the chapter and what-not, maybe even call this the best story you've ever read to bloat my ego some more! (That's an order!)

Little bit of angst ahead. Which I did not want to do in my story –I'm just not that typa guy, y'know? But honestly, it was inevitable. And who am I kidding, I prolly wrote a little bit of angst without even knowing it in my previous chapters. It's not heavy angst like other writers tend to do –and always, without fail, majority of them are on the thin edges of cringy emo and meta sad bart boy.

And the other majority are like, really, really fucking good. Like, on the verge of crying good. Shoutouts to you guys!

I hope mine isn't like one of those edgy ones, if it is, please, for the love that is all holy, warn me so I can stop before it evolves even further.

Anyway and what-tee-do, I hope you will enjoy another chapter filled with no action sequences and what-not! We need a break from those! And I certainly want that! Writing fight scenes are horrendous! If you're a writer yourself, I'm sure you understand.

Enjoy!

The Rise Of A Vigilante

"How am I going to do this?"

Izuku asked himself precariously, uncertain how he would be able to pull this off without alerting his worrying Mother. And, of course, without awaking the monster within her also.

He was standing at the backside of his apartment building, peering up at his unlocked window, thinking. Behind him, the millions upon millions of lights from the city's buildings and or houses shone like stars, blurring and deblurring every time he shifted nervously and apprehensively in his stance. The box of his recent treasures was dangling by the tips of his fingers, unbudging even when provoked by the slight changes his legs produced.

He licked his lips, moisturizing the chapped, cracked flesh for a moment -until the cold breeze of Spring air unfiltered every water particle away into the universe of atoms, drying the flesh into a dune it once was.

He cocked his head to the side, wincing a little as a thought whizzed across his chaos infused mind.

This is going to hurt . . . as it always does when I try to do something.

Walking up toward the unmoving concrete wall, he lifted one foot and placed it against it. The bottom of his toes clung to it as he thought about clinging to the wall, he put his weight fully into every toe. The red sneakers creased into a line perpendicular to the knuckles of his feet, and with a hop from his other foot, he was successfully sticking to the wall. Both feet imbued onto the flat surface of bristly stone.

He felt a flare of pain in his torso. Fighting through it with gritted teeth, he legged up the wall urgently; if he could get to his window -and subsequently into his disorganized and chaotic bedroom- as fast as his pain tolerance could go, he wouldn't have to deal with an ache in the stomach come morning.

Whispering an 'ow!' with every motion of his knees outstretching and un-stretching, he finally reached his window. He saw himself in the reflective glass, and he looked about ready to cry from the pain.

Quickly, he went to slide the window open . . . but what he heard wasn't the silent 'zip!' of the window going up to become parallel with its other twin above it, however, what he heard instead was a 'thunk!' Then a second later picked up the previous noise with a muffled 'rattle!' of metal against metal.

He jolted at the suddenness of cacophonies, almost slipping off of the wall and falling to his demise. But he quickly acted -or on impulsive instinct- upped the stickiness of his ability. Sighing in relief that he didn't break his neck from a hard fall, he looked towards the cause of the noise.

It was the box full of valuables he had purchased not one hour ago, the cardboard lid that was hastily taped at the sides -so as to not spill or drop any of its contents inside- stuck tightly against his unnaturally sticky fingers, dangling in the air.

He didn't notice -or forgot- that it was clinging to him, so when he reached out to open his bedroom window it crashed against the wall, which produced the noises of 'thunk!', (it hitting the wall) and 'rattle!'. (it bouncing off of the wall from velocity and simultaneously rattling the metal items inside against each other)

That scared the life outta me. Wish my arm would just heal already!

He looked at his left arm, broken and still in pain. The painkillers Dr. Akatani gave him didn't help soothe it out, nor did the antibiotics. A stray thought breezed across his mushy -probably dented- flesh that is his brain.

Does my quirk expel any chemicals that enter my body? He grimaced. Spiders are immune to toxicities, so it's probable.

His frown deepened even more, shadows pushed their way under his furrowed brows and covered his squinted eyes, the lively green of his irises losing its color a smidge. If his body did mutate to something other than the normal systems of others, that could mean his organs mutated with his muscle fibers at the same time. Which means his kidneys, liver, and colon would have upped their functionalities from the changes his body endured since the bite, far beyond than any other. They would eliminate any chemicals from his body at an extremely fast rate -good or bad.

That was useful and useless at the same time, if it were true, that is.

I have to test my blood if I want a more definite answer . . . eh, never mind, sounds like a ton of work. Plus, I'll have to get a microscope, and a slide to actually see my blood-cells. Microscopes cost like, eighty thousand yen, so that's a big no-no!

Izuku looked down at the inner pocket space in his jacket, the bottom of the yellow envelope sticking out. He shook his head glumly.

My 'allowance' already got cut in half from buying these parts. Discount my ass.

Izuku thought, amused. He really wasn't mad at Suai for lying, because he technically wasn't. The parts he picked out -or Mei did- really was a lot, almost twenty different items, all for different functions. Either way, discount or no, it was inevitable that he would cut his approximately two-hundred thousand yen down the middle.

At least I still have enough not to embarrass myself with the date with Stacy! If I showed up with a lint of money, what would she think of me? Would she think of me as a slacker? Not being able to hold up a job in adulthood? See me as a lazy bum sitting on the sofa, big belly, with beer laying on top of the belly button? Pizza laying on the floor? If she sees that future me would probably be a bummy husband, divorce papers would be my first true enemy!

Having no clue or the 'why' that conclusion came to be, Izuku curled his wrist inward the bottom of his forearm -one side of the box faced him head-on, some tendrils of the haphazardly placed tape sticking out, trying to clutch his trousers- he pried his right foot from the wall, smoothly and effortlessly. Twisting his knee and subsequently his whole shin to the left, he moved the box to the underside of his foot, which clung to the side of the box by the flatness of his shoe.

Holding his leg in the same position made the burning in his torso flame like the fires of hell. Pushing air into his mouth, puffing his cheeks, he suppressed the yell of many curses. Red-faced in pain, he quickly moved his hand to the surface of the sleek window and shoved it opened. But stopped half-way when the bulge of the sash lock atop of the rim of the glass panel almost clashed against the wooden head at the top interior, it was mere centimeters from each other.

What would've happened if he didn't stop? Well, his Mother would've heard the 'thwack!', and come rushing inside to check for the noise. And then she would find his head poking out from under the window, clinging to the exterior wall of his building, three meters up and away from the ground, and the next thing he would know was whether he made it into heaven, or hell. Probably heaven, right?

Right? Okay, no time to ask God for repentance! I'll do it later, right now I need to get inside of my room and then my bed!

Letting go of the panel of glass, Izuku leaned back into the air and snapped his leg and the box sticking to the bottom of his soles through the opening. After the box and his leg was successfully half-way into his room, he bent his left knee, making his other leg move further into his room. Under-handing the frame of the lower panel, Izuku shot his left leg from the wall into the air -whilst holding his entire weight by the arm gripping the frame- and positioned his airborne leg parallel to his other fastly.

And, with a quiet yell of pain, he greatly tugged at his arm, shooting himself into the drafty room. As the pain in his arm and torso subsided into nothingness, he sharply and snappily twisted himself mid air until he was facing the asphalt, and then thrusted his unoccupied leg up to his ceiling -quietly- adhering himself to the flat surface.

His vision got tussled with, making the world around him upside down. He didn't get vertigo or nauseous from the sight; ever since he got the ability to attach himself to literally anything, he had never once got the sense of unease when standing up-right upside down.

He hung there like a chandelier, listening to every frequency the air displayed, listening for signs of some ruffling of silken fabric, and the groggily sigh of his Mother. Thankfully so, he didn't hear a single shoosh of sound.

For some odd and completely unrelatable reason to the situation he was in, his mind wandered its little translucent legs back to his musing of his powers.

He never really truly figured out the limits of his quirk, sure he'd done some crash courses when he found out, but those statistics weren't really reliable. For example, his durability -he didn't test that out, for obvious reasons such as not wanting to stab himself- wasn't really that . . . durable.

Which was weird -thinking back on the day of his reconnaissance and not-really-illegal-but-still-illegal break-in and entering Tombey's penthouse, he had the great thought process of running straight through a sky-scraper window from an eighty or so meter drop to escape capture.

He also remembered the burning pain of his arms stretching so far that he thought he was going to turn from being a normal human being, to degrading himself into the status of an amputee when he grabbed the lamp-post's luminaire, did a little twirly-nilly and flung himself into a parkade building, caving himself to the side-door of a SUV in the process.

Why didn't he become an amputee?

Surely from his high velocity of sky-diving out of a sky-scraper window, he shouldn't have arms at the moment . . . or still have everything for that matter. If his skin–slash–muscles weren't really that durable, why didn't his sinew rip and tear into a dozen tendrils when his weight settled against the post?

That? He did not know. Maybe his internal bone structure was highly piked up in density when he was bit? Or he did have durably, and its weakness was against sharp tipped knives and fast approaching bullets? Which was practically useless in accordance to what he has -or had- to deal with every night before he was convicted by the doom of parental authority, that being the term 'grounded' -reminder, lots of knives and lots of bullets.

And his ability to stick was a wonder too. How did he stick to surfaces even when his hands and shoes were covered by his gauntlet's gloves and heavily padded shoes? Didn't Spider's use the fuzzy hairs on its appendages to cling? But over the years, Spiders have evolved concurrently with us humans. So maybe they got rid of their setaes for something more useful like Electromagnetism/Electrostatics' from bio-electricity? That seemed logical.

And another thing, his enhanced senses, or 'Spider-Sense' as he came to call it. How did he preemptively know something horrible was going to happen? Was there a spatial zone circulating around him at all times, and when something came close to or entered that zone, it would warn him? But from the times Gwen had zapped him, it didn't seem to work; did it activate when something really dangerous was going to happen to him, and not the other-way around for something mundane as petty intent on hurting him a little?

Or was he just a prophet and he didn't notice until now?

Hell, was his quirk even a quirk to begin with? It was too complicated to be one, so many different variations of powers being held in one body? That was unheard of. Impossible even, it would defy the nature of quirk laws, it would destroy humanity's understanding of everything about quirks, making us step back a few paces in the evolution diagram.

Maybe that's why he didn't want to let the government know about it, maybe that's why he was going to a different route then his original path of the hero, becoming a vigilante instead.

Either way, was being a vigilante that bad anyway?

No, it's not. I had no other choice. I couldn't just stand around and let chaos reign in front of me . . . plus, who's gonna stop the Trigger syndicate? I see no-one bothering to subdue it, even Endeavor, renowned detective and taker-down of many Drug Operations doesn't even give Trigger a glance, or thought. If no-one's doing it, it has to be me, not Izuku Midoriya . . . but Spider-Man.

All these complications about his power and morality started giving him a headache. Sighing, he swiftly flipped back down to the ground and disposed of his box of valuables under the frame of his bed, if his Mother saw these, she would flip. Closing the window shut, at once quieting the windy hollow screams of the midnight breeze, he took off his jacket and flung it aside absentmindedly.

His eyes started to droop, clearly he was tired. Brushing his teeth, Izuku slipped into his sheets and closed his eyes for bed resting, but not before another circulation of thought poked its annoying head out.

Maybe in another universe I meet someone and eat his hair to get his powers, and go to U.A. and fight some baddies like the proclaimed Hero Student I was meant to be. And breaking my limbs from the backlash of that someone's quirk, and then I just figure out how to channel the flow of the power all over my body. Wish my quirk was as simple as that, not this complicated heap of mess.

That was a very specific imagination. Any who, Izuku threw that weird thought over to his trashcan in the corner of his mind and closed his eyes. And then a second later, he was dreaming that specific thought.

Izuku didn't even have to put effort in opening his eyes from sleep, since they snapped open with such speed it dried the water out of his sockets almost immediately.

He just lay there, in his bed, the seam of the blanket laying flappy against his throat. His eyes -dry and dejected- stared right at All Might's blue eyes.

"What . . . the . . . hell?"

He said, almost as dejected as his pupils.

He had a dream, a very weird dream.

He was walking down the side-walk after school, his latest volume of 'Hero Analysis for the Future' was charred and battered, of course that was from the works of Bakugo. Sniffling and rubbing the sleeves of his old school uniform against his nostrils to free the mucus, he saw a crowd crowding the entrance to an alleyway. Curious, he joined the group of people, then the next thing he knew he was running into the fray after noticing that Bakugo was being suffocated by some weird, green goo thingy.

Then some more of that boom-bam-and-jam happened, he was following a ten-month exercise plan to inherit a quirk from . . . some unknown hero?

After yelling on top of a pile of trash at Dagobah beach, he ate someone's hair, went to U.A., fought some baddies, went to war against a rebellion of some kind, unlocked eight quirks, fought in another war, became a vigilante for a short while, after that he fought in another war- and then that's it . . . what a cliff-hanger.

What . . . a weird dream.

Izuku shook the dream away from his mind and sat up. It seems that his urgent climb up the window of his room was nothing but a futile effort, as he felt the tell-tale of an ache waft across his abdomen. Groaning, he just accepted it and swung his legs in a swift arch, then -lightly this time- placed the bottom of his feet onto the floor.

Stretching his arm over his head, he stood up and went to do his regular morning routine.

. . .

Dragging out the box from underneath his bed, he tore off the tape that strapped the lid to the rims as quickly as he could. In the shower he thought of where to build his new gauntlets -his room couldn't work, because, you know- so he had a choice between the abandoned warehouse by Dagobah beach and the basement workshop at his school.

His sneaking out last night was probably a fluke; if he did it regularly, his Mother would catch on quickly as she did before. So, with much reluctance, he chose the latter.

Maybe it won't be so bad, y'know. Nobody ever goes down there except a few loitering club members of the Support Equipment Group, either way they won't even bother giving me their time. They're pretty condescending. They'll prolly think I'm making something below their knowledge or something.

He thought, absently picking up the contents from the box and transferring them into his yellow backpack. If he could get some -steal- blue-print templates from said club, maybe he'll irritate them, that'll be funny. Everything he needs otherwise -tools that is, is in the workshop.

Making these will take some time though, my previous gauntlets took five months for a prototype, and another five months for it to be complete -kinda complete actually.

He cringed as he thought.

I don't have all that time! Imagine what will happen with everything Trigger related during those ten months -a lot of crazy shit that's what! And with only one arm to work with at the moment, it'll take a lot longer for completion.

He placed the last of the parts into the crevices of his backpack, zipped it shut, and hoisted it over his shoulder.

Life is out for me I swear.

Sighing, he stepped out of his room and walked down the hallway.

He hoped with everything that today would be . . . a normal one. He hasn't had those for a while now, even before he got his powers. Silently praying in his mind, he made it to the exit of the claustrophobic tunnel like hallway and into his living room. He heard the 'sizzle!' of eggs on a hot pan coming from the kitchen. Seems his Mother was cooking breakfast. Finally, some food in the morning, he certainly hadn't had those in a short while.

Sighing in happiness, Izuku walked from the threshold of the hall and into the kitchen where he saw his Mother looming over the oven top. She was humming and bobbing her head side-to-side, twirling a spatula over some yolks, destroying them into a dozen or so pieces to form her signature scrambled eggs.

"Hmm-ahm-hmm!" he heard Inko hum. "The itsy-bitsy spider~ crawled up the wate-"

Abruptly, Izuku stopped his stride and took on an annoyed aura.

I hate that song.

He spat in his head.

Don't take it the wrong way here, Izuku has hated that despicable nursery rhyme since he was a little itsy bitsy spider of his own. He almost loathed it as much as he did Deku luck -though not by much, but it's still a substantial thing to be labeled considering that Deku luck was his true enemy for years now. This isn't even related to his powers or his persona 'name', he just didn't like the song, reasons? unknown.

it's not even a song!

"You know I hate that nursery rhyme, Mom," he said slowly, showcasing his disdain for the rhyme as truth and fact.

Inko started and whipped her head around in alarm, though it quickly disappeared into a smile.

"What was that, hun?"

"I said, 'you know I hate that nursery rhyme, Mom.' End quote." Izuku repeated, his face morphing into an annoyed sneer that a particular pink haired ninja always had on twenty-four seven.

Inko's sun of a smile transitioned into a teasing smirk.

"I do, I do," she said, nodding. "Did it work?"

". . . What worked?" he asked after a second, confused and a little cautious. He regretted asking almost instantly because her teasing smirk got even more smirky.

"Annoying you, of course! Hmm? Did it? Did it?" she said in quick succession. "Want me to do it more loudly?"

"No, please." he said simply with an exasperated sigh. He went for the nearest chair at the kitchen table and promptly melted into it, dropping his backpack lightly onto the floor beside him.

A brief silence passed, Inko looking at him with amusement. She opened her mouth, and Izuku placed his fingers in his ears to mute her inevitable singing.

"THE ITSY-BITSY SPIDER~ CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT! DOWN CAME THE RAIN, AND WASHED THE SPID-"

Even with the impromptu mufflers in his ears, Izuku could -unfortunately- hear his Mother's loud sing-song vocal cords going into overdrive. He sighed miserably and lowered his forehead on the surface of the table, wanting to cry.

"Please, stop." He pleaded quietly, more of a prayer than a plea really.

"Okay, okay, party pooper." Inko said, laughter trying to crawl out of her voice. "It's your fault, really. I tried waking you up, but you wouldn't budge, so I opted for the best solution."

"And that's annoyance?" Izuku answered for her, voice echoing due to his head's position in the crevice between his face and the table.

"Exactly!" Inko sounded pleased with herself.

More like proud.

Izuku thought. Releasing the tips of his index fingers out of his ears, he picked up his head to find Inko busying herself with the eggs in the pan once again. Despite himself, he let a small smile form on his face.

She seems to be back to her previous self, good thing, 'cause I wouldn't have been able to deal with another day of her being angry, and me being guilty about it.

As he looked at the back of Inko's slim figure, Izuku felt confused. Why wasn't she angry? She's always angry for a lot longer than two days. So seeing her hum cheerfully to herself rather than glaring daggers his way was weird, dare he say, unnatural. What made her untamable and wild anger subside? Could it be that . . . his Father finally bit the dust?

". . . uh, you seem rather chirpy this morning, Mom," he started, hopeful that his Father had finally got what he deserved, I mean, what would make her this happy other than that? "Something good happened?"

Like that plebeian of a Father finally meeting his maker, Lucifer?

Inko looked over her shoulder with a smile. She did a flippy-flip with the pan, quickly following it by grabbing a plate from beside her that was idly sitting itself on the counter with expert efficiency, and just as quickly slid the scrambled eggs onto the glassy white surface. She spun around and placed the morning's starter juice in front of him.

"'Course I am!" she declared, her happiness almost as contagious as a disease.

Izuku's hopes got even more of an oomph, and he felt bold as to ask the question of the century.

"Did that insect finally flap its last wi-"

"Because F.E.A.S.T got a charitable donation!" she did a hero pose, with a proudness that could give the one and only, All Might, a run for his money.

Izuku visibly deflated into his seat, heavily disappointed by this outcome. He wasn't disappointed that F.E.A.S.T got a donation, not at all, actually, he was delighted at that fact.

What he was disappointed at was that that degenerate didn't explode at the head.

. . . I thought that weasel finally got it! De- ugh, I'm too disappointed to even say it.

". . . what's this?"

He was brought out of his thoughts by the angry voice of his Mother, said individual was glowering at him, one hand on hip, the other pointing the spatula threateningly at him. She looked rather displeased. Quickly connecting the obvious dots -that being his deflating and looking unhappy at the same time that Inko revealed actual great news- together. He quickly piped up into his seat, smiling.

"Th- that's great Mom!" resisting the urge to punch himself for stuttering, he pushed himself up from the chair which slid back a few inches, and went to hug Inko. "Really, Mom, that's awesome!"

He said with excitement as he embraced his arms around Inko.

"Oh . . . I thought you weren't too happy about it," Inko said with a smile, hugging her Son back gratefully. "and if you weren't, I would've hit your head with this spatula, hard."

Izuku shuddered. He pulled back, his smile wavering a bit. He chuckled out a humorless breath, mildly scared.

"Why wouldn't I be happy?" he said in a defensive tone. "I mean, c'mon, you got a donation! That's something to be celebrated about!"

Inko looked at him with skeptical eyes, biting her lip in concentration, as if to find the hidden underlying emotion of apathy from Izuku. Which, for your information, was nothing but genuine happiness for his Mother. She seemed to come to the same realization as she blushed. Chuckling bashfully, her eyes gleamed with thankfulness.

"Of course, stupid of me to think otherwise," she said in a soft tone. "ah, sorry baby, I've just been stressed lately. Oh, sweetie, you're so sweet!" she cooed and reached up to pinch his freckled cheek.

Oh, she's really cheery. Izuku thought as he ignored the pain of her hard pinching, very content at seeing her like this. Though I wonder, how big was that donation? Wait . . . she's happy, that means I can make her drop the whole grounded thing!

"So . . . Being the sweet child of yours that I am, can-" Izuku started, but stopped in a heap of silence as Inko's eyes hardened.

"No. Even a pools' worth of sweetness won't get you out of that grounded status you have looming over your head," she said, instantly catching up to his mischievous plan. Izuku deflated slightly.

I knew it wouldn't work, haaaaah. Izuku thought sullenly.

"It was worth a shot," he said in a murmur.

"Yeah, a shot you completely missed, HAH!" Inko snorted, a smile back on her lips. "So I suggest that you never try basketball, Son –you'll only embarrass yourself!" cackling she turned and went to grab a plate for herself, twirling the spatula in her hand happily. "Now, eat before you're late!"

"That's just mean, Mom," Izuku merely replied at the jab with a sigh. He grabbed the chair and slid it back to its previous spot and sat down, grabbing chopsticks as he did. As he plopped an egg in his mouth, he looked back up towards Inko, curious.

"How big was that donation anyway? If you're this snarky, it must be a substantial amount," Izuku asked, plopping another egg in his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

"You won't believe what I'm about to say, ready your mouth honey so it won't drop to the floor," Inko said with a knowing smile. That made Izuku more curious. Perking up, he waited for her response. And in classic Inko fashion, she drew the moment in a long, dramatic, tension filled moment. Inko felt like it seemed the appropriate amount of pause, as her eyes lit up with glee and . . . greed? "seven . . . million yen!"

Izuku choked on his egg in a whiplash of bewilderment, banging on his chest he tried to spit out the slob of munched yolk and whites stuck in his throat. Inko quickly scrambled towards the sink and poured a cup full of water, and practically shoved the rim of the cup to Izuku's lips. He took a big greedy gulp, the water slid down his throat and dispelled the slob of egg with its stream.

"Honey, I didn't mean it literally! Jesus, you coulda died! I meant for your mouth to drop, not to choke!" Inko said in a heap of concern, placing a hand on her chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"-'KOFF!' 'KOFF!' 'KOFF!'- I should be the one saying that!" Izuku said after a series of coughs, calming himself down with another big glut of water. "Seven million yen!?" he screamed after swallowing, surprised beyond understanding.

That's . . . that's A LOT of money! Holy shit!

"Yeah, heh, heh, I know right!?" his Mother said joyfully, fanning herself from her near anxiety attack. "I can buy the mattress for the ones who need it the most now! And if I use the money carefully, I can save a sum for us! Isn't that great!?" she smiled a big one, her white teeth shining like the sun on a cloudless day.

"Ye- Yeah . . ." Izuku trailed off, speechless.

God, seven . . . SEVEN! That's like a hundred times more than I have right now! Izuku felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, like a massive guilt he had been holding for an indefinite time being cremated into ash. That's . . . that's good, really good . . . for her.

Somehow, a different guilt dropped on one of his shoulders, tipping the balance between relief and regret.

I . . . I could have helped her with the money I have –well, had. Izuku's mind went sour. But I didn't . . . I used it to buy the parts I need . . . she needed the money, and I didn't give her any of it. God, I'm selfish . . . if I had known –no, I did know, I just hogged it all for myself. But it's too late to act on it now, anyways, just be happy she got a donation and forget about it; and a hefty one at that. Who's the nice man who donated? Or woman. I wonder . . .

Forcing himself to smile -not for Inko, but for himself- he pushed those guilts away for the time being. A certain Mother needed to be reciprocated with the same happiness she felt and a couple of 'way to go!'s from his Son, not some sulk dispenser.

"Honestly, Mom, way to go! I guess you used some of that charm, huh?" Izuku said, teasingly. "And who was the victim who fell for it?"

"Why'd you say it like that?" Inko pursed her lips in a line of bemusement and annoyance. "I still got charms, you little rat! And the person was a big business man. I mean, biiiiiiig! I think you might know him –it was Wilson Fisk, god, he's such a gentleman . . ."

She placed a hand on her cheek. Her eyes sparkled in . . . fascination? Affection? Izuku blanched at the sight, he definitely wasn't supposed to see this, actually, he never wanted to see this.

"Ugh, gross Mom."

Inko snapped out of her daydream, and gave Izuku a stern gaze.

"What!?" she said in an irritated half mixed defensive voice. "I can't fantasize about a man? I'm a grown woman, I have a choice on the matter!"

"Still, it's gross," Izuku repeated his statement with a hefty amount of vindication. After a moment, the name of the donator hit him. "Wait, Fisk? You mean, the Wilson Fisk? CEO of Fisk Industries? The guy who manufactures high tech security equipment? That Wilson Fisk?"

Inko still looked annoyed, but it slanted a little.

"See? I knew you would know who he was," Inko said, going back and grabbing her plate of eggs and bacon. She sat down on her own chair after taking off her apron. "What, with your obsession with tech I shouldn't be surprised."

"Hey! Where's my bacon?" Izuku asked in exasperation. The audacity of her. "And yeah, 'course I know him. Did you know that he was the guy who first founded those camouflage security cameras? Like, he created a new program to cloak an OLED screen –that's imbued all over the camera– to give the illusion of it not being there, and just the wall behind it? Like the same survival mechanism of an octopus cloaking itself to impersonate its surroundings of coral or rock or basically anything to hide from prey?"

As he was explaining -more like mumbling- he reached over to Inko's plate and tried to grab a piece of bacon, but his hand was slapped away in quick succession.

"Ouch!"

"No you don't," Inko said offhandedly as she pondered over something. "Actually, I've been meaning to buy a set of those."

Izuku tensed for a moment as he rubbed his red hand across his lap.

If she does buy a set, Izuku thought with growing anxiety. and set it up in every corner of the apartment, I wouldn't see it –and I might do something stupid like crawling up a wall or something. And she'll know for certain I have a quirk . . . or some kind of power. I can't let her buy that set.

Gulping in trepidation, Izuku went to persuade her from acting out the action of buying those cameras.

"Why? Don't they cost, like, a fortune?"

"'Why'!?" Inko said in disbelief. "For our safety! Haven't you watched the news lately? Vigilante's-" Izuku twitched as she said that. "-are popping out from each corner of Musutafu! Like that, 'The Red Figure' fella-" another twitch and this time a wince. "-Did you see him fight that Rhino guy!? He's dangerous! Honey, promise me that if you see that guy, run the other way and call the heroes." Inko finished, waiting for Izuku to say the logical answer of, "yeah, of course!".

I knew I should've scouted out the place beforehand, Izuku thought, regretting his dumbass choice of just waltzing in and expecting a different, more better outcome than the one he got. Because of that, now almost everybody knows Spider-Man –though they use a different alias. Wait . . . that's actually a good thing! Maybe getting those new clothes I've been suggesting wouldn't be too bad now. With my new disguise, I can call myself Spider-Man from now on and everyone will forget about 'The Red Figure', who the media thinks is an accomplice to another gang.

With that revelation, Izuku forced another smile and looked up at Inko.

"Yeah, of course Mom," he said. "Are you still gonna buy those sets tho? I mean even with these weirdos showing up, do you really think one will try to rob or hurt us?"

Ironic of him to say any of that, since he -The Red Figure- was in their apartment abode at the moment. Though she didn't have to know that.

And did I just call myself a weirdo?

"Uh, maybe?" Inko looked puzzled, her brow furrowing in contemplation.

"Wouldn't it be better to buy the sets for the shelter?" Izuku suggested.

He hated the feeling of this, manipulating his Mother . . . but he had to. What if, by some chance, Tombstone hacks into the cameras in his home and finds out his identity? He knows that sounds like high paranoia, but there is a chance. Honestly, he doesn't care if he's found out really, they can do that and he wouldn't bat an eye because he can protect himself . . . but what if they go after Inko instead of him? Or Gwen? Or more recently added to his friends list, Harry, Mei and Suai? The people who can't protect themselves from someone like Tombstone or the Rhino? He couldn't compromise on that.

When Inko still held that contemplative expression, Izuku pushed further in his manipulation -even if it hurt like a tonne of bricks.

"These guys go after business companies or any other company, Mom," he said, voice cracking a little.

He composed himself and continued.

"They go after people who can't protect themselves, sometimes giving out Triggers for free to see if they go berserk or not. I know F.E.A.S.T is a haven for homeless people, but is it safe enough to deter people like those Vigilantes that you mentioned away? They could act homeless and slip inside and cause a hostage situation or something. But if you buy those cameras for the shelter, you can catch them quickly enough and call the heroes before that even happens."

Inko, during his whole explanation, gradually looked to be considering his words more thoroughly. After a moment, she looked like she made a decision and smiled.

"Wow, I never thought about it that way!" she said happily.

Izuku felt sick of himself.

What kind of Son does this? For selfish reasons? Izuku pursed his lips. Even though I hated doing that to Mom, now she can be safer. Just look on the bright side, Izuku, everyone you know will be a lot safer now.

"Thank you, sweetie! I never knew you cared about F.E.A.S.T like that before!" she said contentedly with a big smile, going back to her food.

". . . yeah . . ."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

'SLAP!'

"ouch!"

Sunlight slithered its way through the windows, casting a bright, orange glow against the shuddering walls. Occasionally, it would turn a pitch black until the orange glow would slash the darkness away and return to its rightful spot once again. In the crossfire of the ray of light, small dust particles waved in the air -it would've been unseen to the naked eye hadn't the sun revealed them. Talk about this and that filled the air. They're breathing making the air inside the compact space more humid. The train car was full, way too full for his liking.

Izuku sat at one of the benches; careful to check for any hazardous rogue needles and such beforehand. The orange hue was covering the left side of his face, making his unpleasant injuries shine. The train shuddered, and he too shuddered from it in his seat.

The Daily Bugle's daily updates –by J. Jonah Jameson. | Published 6:28 AM JST, Mar 9th, XX |

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WILSON FISK, CLARITY OR CHARITABLE?

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[Wilson Fisk, founder and CEO of Fisk Industries makes the headlines once more. After that gruesome incident at one of his facilities, he has taken up the role of a charitable helper; funding various low income and previously unseen companies and businesses. His most notable one being a shelter for the homeless; F.E.A.S.T (Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter and Training). Donating an impressive seven million yen to the founder: Inko Midoriya. As such was a happy day for the shelter, now being able to effectively help the unwanted from society. Inko Midoriya founded the shelter . . .]

As per usual, Jonah's headliners were pretentious and an exaggeration on the subject of, well, anything basically. From the times Izuku had read the editor-in-chief's articles and tabloids, he had come to the realization that anything the man said was on the borderline of made up and fictional. So why was he reading one of his articles even with that knowledge? Well, to put simply, he just searched up the name of Wilson Fisk and it was the first thing that popped up. Actually, anything he searched up on google about anything, Jonah's news articles is always the first thing at the top.

This is why I like the Bulletin more. Izuku scrolled down the article some more. His face morphed and contorted into that of seeing something vulgar. There was an image just ⅓ down of the article -an image of an insect, holding its disgusting mandibles around an angel, while a small, handsome guy stood between the two, smiling broadly.

[-Inko Midoriya is a Mother of one, and a wife of Hisashi Midoriya; the CEO of a Real Estate Company well known by all as: 'The Hearth For You Realty'. Down below you can well see an image of their happy little family, enjoying a day on the beach –until it was all shattered by a simple doctor's-]

Izuku clicked his tongue and swiped out of the website in an aggressive motion of his thumb. He shoved his phone in his uniform pocket, gritting his teeth.

That asshole, Izuku thought, red gradually swimming in the corner of his eyes. How did he find that picture!? And how the hell did he know about what happened between Mom and that insect after that vi-

He took a deep breath, held it, and let it go in a sigh. He didn't want to relive that wretched memory.

Happy things, happy things, happy thoughts, Izuku, He said to himself in his head, using a calm tone -though, that little voice in your head doesn't change its octaves no matter what you do. Like how you're gonna create these gauntlets. That sounds fun, right? That donation Mom got too, that's a happy thought.

He listed every good thing that's happened to him recently, which, depressingly, is not much. And going to that rock gig ('date') of Stacy's band on Saturday. He lowered his gaze. Hope my arm heals before that . . . prolly not, but we're being optimistic right now. Remember, happy thoughts.

'KRR-CHICH!'

[We are now arriving at Alderaan Station; please mind your step between the gap of the door and the platform on your way out]

[We are now arriving at Alderaan Station; please mind your step between the gap of the door and the platform on your way out]

'RCH-CHANK!'

The robotic feminine voice from the PA system of the train announced they're near arrival at Alderaan Station -his stop.

A few seconds later, he felt the train slowly and gradually cease its velocity, until, with a final shudder, it stopped completely in the rail track. The passengers around him shuffled out of their seats as the doors 'dinged!' and started to spread apart, revealing the outside world and wafting a fresh, relieving breeze into the drafty space. Izuku took a deep breath of it, relishing the springy and mildly wet air as it entered his system -though slightly damp, the air outside was way better than the suffocating one he had to endure for twenty minutes inside the train as it traipsed to its designated location.

As the last remnants of passengers disembarked, Izuku slapped his lap and stood up.

Thinking of happy thoughts, Izuku walked the short distance between him and the fully opened door of the caravan in front of him. Shielding his eyes from the blaring light of the early sunrise north of him with the roof of his palm, he exited the convoy out onto platform eight. seems like Wilson Fisk isn't one of those stick-up-the-ass kind of guys who prop up for the paparazzi at every miniscule thing they do. He kept his whole charitable adventure private –until a certain obnoxious asshole with the most unfashionable mustache I have had the deepest displeasure of seeing snooped around. I cannot wait for the day that Jameson pokes his nose into something he shouldn't and gets a severely unpleasant beat down for it.

Izuku smiled at the thought of Jameson getting kicked in the balls by a gang of elementary kids. That definitely upped his mood a bit. He looked around himself -people of different morphologies and mutations waltzing past him in a hurry, late for school or work, it was rush hour after all. He was above ground, which was a weird sight since his regular means of traffic was the subway lines beneath Musutafu. But they were stopped because of a pipe explosion in one of the many tunnels; destroying the train rails out of its bolts. As it were, it's under the prospect of repair at the moment. Hence, the subway lines being closed off from public use for at least a couple weeks; the explosion was quite a catastrophe. He wasn't complaining though, even with being squished in between people, the rush hour wasn't too horrible -either way, seeing the vibrant orange blob of the sun climbing above the brownish saturated horizon was a beautiful sight. Picturesque, dares he would say if he was a poet.

Suppressing the urge to stretch, Izuku yawned and turned to leave the station towards his favorite place in the whole wide world, High School!

He shrugged his shoulders as he passed by a group of rowdy teenagers; blessedly, he heard the 'clink!' 'clank!' 'tink!' of the equipment and parts for his soon would-be improved doohickeys from inside of his backpack. Thank god, I thought I forgot about those for a moment, Izuku thought, slipping past another group of people his age. That talk with Mom this morning messed me up a little. Gee, hope I don't deal with this revulsion I currently have for myself the rest of the day. That'll suck.

"-ey!"

haaah. Maybe I should take something from my old bookbag from Middle School and pretend everything's okay, just in case Stacy notices my mood. Osborn too, actually. Dude's chill and always seems to be in a daydream from the short time I've known him, so he probably wouldn't even notice.

"-ick bag!"

I have Chemistry class before lunch today, so that's good. Maybe combining chemicals that shouldn't be combined will distract me, like it always do-

"Oi! Deku, you hear me!?" a very, very grating voice came into his ears from behind.

Then, a hand tightly and aggressively gripped his shoulder. He had half a mind to let his reflexes take control and sock the chihuahua till next week, but kept it under supervision. He didn't want to deal with his yapping when he visited him in the ER.

This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

He sighed, glanced at his shoulder at the hand, then traveled his eyes down the length of the animal's arm and found a familiar sneer pointed at him.

"Hi, chihua- I mean Kacch- I mean Katsu- I mean Bakugo."

Awesome save there, Izuku, he thought humorously.

Impressively, the dog's sneer got even wider, baring his teeth like, well, like a growling dog.

"I've been calling out to you for almost two minutes, fucker!" He did quite the perfect impersonation of it too. Katsuki let his hand fall to his side; fingers twitching as though wanting to make a spectacular firework display.

"Sorry dude, I just didn't have time to deal with a dog out of its leash," Izuku quipped out of habit. He smirked. "Do you want a doggy treat, doggy?"

'KRACKLE!' 'POP!' 'POP-CRACK!'

Katsuki's lowered hand illuminated a dozen crackles of heated sweat, exploding out into the air. The psychopath forced a smile, his red eyes flared in anger.

"Surely I didn't hear that quirkless Deku was calling me a dog, right?" Katsuki let out a few crackles, brow furrowing into a line. "Right, Deku?"

Again, out of habit from years of his abuse, Izuku went to backtrack on his words in a stutter.

"O- of- 'course not! I would never disrespect the great Bakugo, winner of this year's sports festival!" Izuku announced quickly, raising his hand up in the air and waving it side-to-side at an impossible speed. This might affect his pride, but he just didn't want to deal with a yapping dog when he was late for school as is.

"That's what I thought," Katsuki seized his popping hand and lifted it up to clutch one of the straps of his backpack. He gave Izuku a gaze, looking at him toe to head. He scoffed. An amused smirk made its way to his always permanent sneer, such a weird sight. "What's the name of the girl who beat you up?"

Izuku pursed his lips in annoyance. Annoyed as he was, he completely discarded any nervousness he felt seconds prior and said something that'll surely get him a burn mark on his chest -but he didn't care at the moment, plus, it was the perfect response to such a question. "Actually, this happened while I was having a blast with your beautiful Mom the other night."

"Grrr," Katsuki's sneer returned and with it a snarl of gritted teeth. "your on thin ice here, Deku, thin fucking ice."

"Haven't I always?"

Katsuki stared straight into his eyes, and he reciprocated. For a while, there was red on emerald, the only backdrop between their stare down was the bellowing talk of passing people. Exblody boy's hand twitched against the fabric strap of his backpack; a trail of smoke slipped between his palm and the cloth for freedom and liberation up into the air. The smell of burning paper unsheathed its heat and slashed at the atmosphere between their close proximity. A breeze gusted over them, making green and golden hair wave wildly in all directions. 'POP!' 'KRAC!' sounded into the air, its creator being Katsuki's hands; one was facing the ground from beside him -palm faced forward- the other one still handling the strap.

Katsuki stepped forward dangerously. Izuku ever so slightly leaned forward to protect himself if the situation went sour -but doing so in public would be bad, both for him and Katsuki respectfully . . . But, well . . . Explody boy's beat down from him was a long standing debt he has wanted to pay for a long, long time. And this was as perfect a time as any.

But both teens halted their assaults and advances as a feminine scream pierced through their eardrums.

"HEY! BOOM-BOOM BOY! WHY'D YOU RUUuuun . . . off?" The high pitched scream gradually lowered its tone as she came close to them. Izuku looked to the origin of the voice behind Katsuki to see a short brunette, with pink oval cheeks and a raised arm -which was slowly dropping as her face scrutinized him. Her face exploded in surprise. She finished her small stroll towards them in bouncy steps, a smile creasing at her lips.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Boom-Boom boy! You never told me you had a friend!" she said in an excited voice, slapping Katsuki's shoulder with every word.

"He's not my friend, just a cripple asking for some piece of change," Katsuki rumbled, the sneer the only prominent expression. He clicked his tongue and snapped his head to the side, pointing his glare at the bubbly girl. "And I told you to stop fucking calling me that! Round-face! It's Bakugo! Ba-ku-go! You can't get that through your thick skull!?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the girl merely said with a wave of a hand. "I'll stop calling you that when you stop calling me 'Round-face'. Besides, it fits you! So live with it!"

"I swear Rou-"

"Hi! My name's Uraraka Ochako, Hero-in-training! What's yours?" she ignored the blond's angry protests and looked at Izuku, she raised her hand up into the air.

In recent times, Izuku had dealt with the opposite gender in succession, now being able to hold a coherent conversation with one of them -so, naturally, being faced with a new foe he became a blubbering, stuttering mess.

"H- Hi- My- uhm- My na- name is- is Izuk- ku- ku- Midoriya, c- c- comedian w- w- work in pro- progress." he slowly reached up with a trembling hand and quickly shook hers.

I would've thought I would react better around girls by now, he absently thought, kind of embarrassing really.

Uraraka slightly cocked her head to the side, her short bob cut dangling until it sprawled across one of her shoulders.

"Comedian . . . ?" she whispered in confusion, after a moment of wonder she quickly shook her head and said, "Anyway, nice to meet you, Izukukuku Midoriya!"

"Actu-" he tried to correct her, but was interrupted with her next words.

"I always thought Boom-Boom boy here never had any prior friends before! He's always so lonely, and to himself so I kinda figured! But call me surprised when I saw him actually talking to another guy! And so casually too!" she obscured half her face with a hand to the direction of Katsuki and leaned in in a secretive gesture. "That's why I take pity on him and start to mess around with him from time to time, it's quite fun, he always gets sooo mad when I do. It's really funny –his hair gets all tense." she whispered, a sly smile gracing her lips.

"OI! What the fuck are you telling him!? I don't need pity!" Katsuki defiantly shouted -his pointy bristly hair conveniently tensing, giving point to the girls claims. "I can make friends whenever the fuck I fucking want! I just don't because I have to take this hero shit seriously –and I don't need some extra pestering me when I do it!"

"See?" Uraraka simply said with held back laughter, pointing a thumb at the angry teen beside her.

Heh, this is amazing. Izuku got the funny feeling of mischief. In the past tense, he would've never had the balls to mess with Explody boy on a whim -but after seeing bullets whiz by him a handful of times, he didn't think a little quip here and there aimed at the boy wouldn't hurt . . . him, that is. Or hoped he wouldn't. Details, details.

"Wow, Kacchan, I didn't think anyone would tolerate your arrogant attitude to this extreme to actually try to be friends with you," Izuku sardonically noted, using that nickname he hated so much to further annoy him. "and a girl at that too? Are you trying to be single for the rest of your life? Man, that's kinda sad, isn't it?"

Katsuki made a face that Izuku would catalog for the rest of his years -actually, no scratch that, it was too vile. A slight pink hue rested against his cheeks, which was stark against the scowl he was showing as he averted his eyes away. Izuku had to hold the bile threatening to crawl out of his mouth. The girl, on her part, also had a slight pinkness to her cheeks -but was not scowling as Katsuki did, only sheepishly smiling.

"It- It's not like that! Not at all!" Uraraka sputtered out, waving her hands in the air frantically -as if trying to diminish Izuku's implications.

Oh . . . it definitely is like that, Izuku thought with mild surprise. Kacchan, way to go? I guess?

"Wh- What the fuck she said," Katsuki said angerly. He coughed into his hand rather aggressively, grabbing Izuku's eyes; he looked at him with an angry glower . . . which was normal. "Anyway, other than . . . that outta the way. Why did you make me run my ass around for the past three days!? Making me lie to Auntie Inko!? What are you hiding from her that's so important that you had to ask me for help!? And if it's this," he pointed at Izuku's many injuries. "you coulda just told her you got mugged for being the lowest creature in the population!"

I don't have time for this, Izuku ignored the rude jab with a deadpan and looked at his All Might watch; it was way past eight, meaning he was very late. Damn. Now I gotta deal with Ms. Nikibi's predestined lecture on attendance . . . again. All because this idiot stalled me.

"Gee, thanks for the ted talk," Izuku quipped dryly. "Look, really? I appreciate that you still find ways to insult me and I would just love, looove to stand here and listen to more of it –but I gotta go, late for school, you know the biz."

He turned and started to walk, but was again stopped in his tracks by the hand of Boom-Boom boy. He felt Katsuki lean in towards his ear.

"Your welcome, and a 'thanks' couldn't hurt," he grumbled in a low whisper. "And because of forcing me to lie to Auntie, you owe me, and you owe me biiiiig."

Izuku sighed. He tilted his head a bit to take in the view of Fire-cracker boy's smugness but still somehow mixed with revulsion smirk.

"Just tell me what you want now so I don't have to deal with you later on," he said in a monotone voice.

"Oh, on the contrary," Izuku raised his eyebrow at that, a little glimmer of hope swimming up into his heart.

Please tell me what I think you're gonna tell me, he thought -well, begged.

"I won't be dealing with you later on. See, what I want you to do is leave me the fuck alone for the rest of forever. Always hightailing me like a little fucking do-"

"REALLY!?" Katsuki flinched back at the volume of his scream. "Shit, Kacchan! You have no idea how long I've waited for you to tell me that! 'Leave you alone'? I can get behind that! Aight, see ya!"

Izuku smiled, turned and sped off with a new rejuvenated jitter of happiness in his bouncy steps. leaning away to avoid a batch of pedestrians, he could hear the little -barely-audible- muted shouts of protests from Katsuki.

"Hey! Why do you look happy!? You're not supposed to be up and uppity abou- HEY! DEKU! FUCKING STO-"

The shouts went dead silent as he rounded the corner of the station and promptly left platform eight's canopy that loomed over him, and in its place took the warm saturated sky, free of the remnants of yesteryear's clouds. The sky was a void of a brownish lake covered with occasional splotches of light bluish-white from beyond the skyline. And Izuku relished the sight with new found contentment.

Kacchan really said it! Finally said the thing I wished for him to say for all this time! Izuku walked down the entrance courtyard of the station towards the staircase that descended down to the streets. He ran the last few feets and leaped down the narrow and steep stairs; landing sharply at the bottom of the flight of steps, Izuku turned and jogged down the sidewalk cheerfully. As he took step after step, he pondered over the low shouts of the angry dude.

Why'd he sound angry –I mean, he always does– but he was angry I . . . accepted it? He couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud, people he passed by looked at him like he was their local crackhead. Honestly, Kacchan genuinely is more complicated and confusing than any girl I've ever met! Get your priorities straight man –and while you're working on that, cover that inferiority and superiority complex too!

He shook his head. Twisting his arm over he looked at his watch again, noticing the clock still ticking and tocking menacingly, he upped his pace.

Time doesn't stop.

And so did Izuku's thoughts -they never did.

Thoughts specifically of this morning. The blue orb of guilt crashed through his chest again as he remembered about his deliberate manipulation against Inko -his steady pace faltered into slow strides, and so did his happy smile. Frowning, he clenched his fist.

I'm an asshole . . .

"-STOP!" Katsuki shouted at the receding back of that asshole Deku. He clicked his tongue as the green headed loser disappeared around the corner. "Fucking asshole! I swear, I'm going to blow that asshole's bac- fuck! I'm doing it again! Gotta work on my insults . . ."

Resisting the urge to blow up anything in his sight, Katsuki snapped his fingers and gritted his teeth like never before.

Why'd the little shit look happy!? he thought furiously. He was supposed to be sad! His face was supposed to look sad, not fucking relieved! FUCK! Is he still looking down on me!? Deku, that loser, looking down on me!? I'm gonna blow him up to smithereens next time I see him . . . wait, that won't happen anymore. But that's a good thing, he won't follow me around anymore. Won't trail my back to leech off of my achievements! HAH! Serves him fucking right!

For the first time in months, he smiled.

"You're friend seems nice –though he looks like a train wreck . . . no pun intended from this morning's pipe explosion tho . . . or should I say 'of this morning's pipe Boom-Boom?" Uraraka inquired from behind, her voice filled with that mild tease that he oh so loathed. Why was this bitchy Round-face so hell bent on bugging him? Was she also looking down on him like Deku? The whore.

Katsuki, impressively, grounded his teeth even harder at the voice of his classmate. Slowly, he twitched his head to glare at the girl. She was standing there with hands behind her back, smiling prettily at him. Even if the bitch was impossibly hot, he couldn't take that the girl was looking down on him. And so, his building rage from seeing that retard Deku looking happy got fueled to new high levels from Round-face's insistent use of the words 'friend' and 'Boom-Boom'.

"I told you, he's not my fucking friend!" he barked -his spiky hair standing end on end. Uraraka covered her mouth with a hand. He clicked his tongue again as he saw the little upward lines behind the rims of her fingers. "and would you fucking stop with the 'Boom-Boom' jokes!? It's getting old, and really getting me on the edge of breaking your nose!"

"Hush, hush, Boom-Boom boy," she dismissed his threat with a giggle. "Honestly tho, your friend did look like a train wreck. Do you know what happened?"

"Like I fucking care what happened to him," he responded derisively, lips twitching up at the corners into a sadistic smirk. "but I know one thing straight –he definitely fucking deserved it!"

". . ."

Uraraka didn't respond to his proclamation, merely staring at him with brown eyes of clashing emotions.

". . . Oi! Why are you looking at me like that!? You wanna fight!?"

Uraraka was silent for a moment. Until it was broken by her sniffing and scoffing; her glistening lips contorted into something he would have never guessed it could do -snarl.

"-'Psch!'- You are an asshole, Bakugo –I just had hoped there was something beneath that anger of yours, some underlying kindness . . . but I was wrong."

'KRR-CHICH!'

[Next stop, Yavin Station; please mind your step between the gap of the door and the platform on your way in]

[Next stop, Yavin Station; please mind your step between the gap of the door and the platform on your way in]

'RCH-CHANK!'

The robotic voice of the PA system was announced. Immediately after the voice concluded, Uraraka said nothing more and entered the train. All the while holding that snarl with a mix of . . . disappointment? Melancholy? Dismay?

Katsuki stood straight on his feet, confusion swirling in his rage-filled heart, slithering in between the gaps free of the anger and lodging itself in the space irritatingly so.

The fuck's her deal? he pondered. Clicking his tongue he looked up at the sky. It was a disgusting lake of brown -uncanny to a shit stain that permeated itself in the corner of a toilet. It was a shit morning, to say the least, though he doesn't know why he felt like it was. He won the tournament and aced the entrance exam with no problems, and was first in his class. So . . . why does he feel dissatisfied? Feel like he didn't earn any of it? Why was he feeling like shit?

After a passing moment, he just turned and entered a different train car from the one that Uraraka had gone in.

Snaking his fingers past the loophole of the handle that hung from the ceiling, he looked out of one of the windows of the caravan; the carriage shuddered and started its journey towards the next station. Buildings behind the tiny window his eyes were fixated on blurred.

He closed his eyes, the world succumbing to darkness.

One thought crossed his mind, a thought that's been clawing its way inside his brain recently.

A thought that he has come to terms with.

A thought that has been true and real for an indefinite amount of time now.

Yeah, I know that I'm an asshole . . .

"Now kids, remember, Chemistry isn't some easy thing to do," Mr. Koshi said. The teacher was a stout man, hair receding back to almost bald, a cloak of a white lab coat adoring his small stature. His teeth were uncolored in some places. "Look at it this way. Chemistry is like a buncha ropes, and to make the ropes longer and sturdier, you have to intertwine another rope around it. Like how you need a number of macromolecules to stack up on each other in subunits to create polymer-"

The man continued on and on with an annoying, condescending smile on his face. Gwen just tuned it out, 'cause she didn't understand a single lick of the man's funny words. She twirled her pencil around her thumb absentmindedly.

Out of habit -as such it has been since the start of her High School career- she glanced beside her towards the desk from her left. There he was, acclaimed Broccoli Boy and Quirkless Wonder and Freckles, scribbling away on a piece of paper with excitement oozing out of him like some waterfall. Honestly, she betted on her whole drum set that he was the only one listening and reciprocating the same high as Mr. Koshi. He had that stupid, dopey, insanely cute smile plastered across his face as he looked up at the board and back down to his notebook in impressively fast speeds -she was worried his head might just pop out if he did it a little more faster.

Now I'm not even denying that it is cute anymore, Gwen thought nervously. Man, I've gone off the deep end haven't I?

As she continued to stare, her mood lightened up a little as she heard him mumble some jumbo about this and that to himself.

He looks more livelier than I saw him this morning, she thought. Midoriya had come to class with a face clouded in conflicting emotions. She didn't know what it was, but it was bad, she knew that much by his dull, dejected eyes and pursed lips of melancholy. Naturally, she was worried for him. Also, she was worried that he might ignore her because of their convo on the phone yesterday. I mean, he did leave me one text and didn't respond for the whole night. Maybe I was just worried over nothing.

Midoriya did something that made her smile a little; he put his working hand under his chin and looked up at the ceiling, pondering over something -then, he snapped his fingers and whispered 'ah-hah!'. And went back to scribbling.

That was cute, he's really cute, she shook her head quickly. Gee, I'm really out of it aren't I? This isn't how it was supposed to go!

Her amazing plan for High School was to join a band, rock on at some desolated pub, and skyrocketed to having her own concerts, with maybe a thousand or so listeners. She did follow that regime for a full week . . . until it changed into wanting to hang out with Midoriya more often than not after their first little study session. She wanted to be around him, wanting to listen to his rambles about his hobbies -even if she didn't understand any of it, just wanting to hear his voice- wanting to see that stupid smile, and wanting to see that amazingly built body of his everyday of the week.

Honestly, how is he that buff!? Gwen groaned at herself, closing her eyes as her cheeks felt hot. Dumbass hormones! Stop thinking about that! It's not healthy! You might get some weird, insanely disgusting kinks! BAH!

She hung her head a little, well, maybe a little too little. She placed her forehead against her textbook, pursing her lips and biting it in frustration at her own thoughts and feelings.

Never, and I mean never, in her life has she felt this type of emotion towards anyone -not even the boys from her Middle School days. She was just not the type to be overly attracted to a boy. Hell, back then she thought it was stupid and unnecessary to like another person.

And that's precisely the reason why she hated the other girls with their pretty little accessories and pretty little bookbags and pretty hairs and pretty eyes and petty little fantasies about a boy they liked -she loathed them.

That's why she wanted to be different. She didn't want to have girly accessories, or girly hair -actually on second thought, scratch that, there's a single line that every girl shouldn't cross, and that's leaving their hair untended. What? She didn't want to deal with a disheveled mess on top of her head -she wasn't a monster, for Pete's sake!

And plus, she wasn't so far against feminine arts that she'll purposefully leave herself an unattractive mess, that's just absurd! She prides herself for her hair! And spends every morning combing her short bob cut into a silky straight line, putting a headband over her head and leaving her bangs alone in the front -and if she's feeling sick of the style, she'll wave her bangs to the side and clip a hairpin to set it in place. And for really, really special cases, she'll go out of her way to curl the bottoms of her short hair with an iron curler. And that's exactly what she'll do on Saturday.

Thinking of that day made her cheeks feel even hotter.

Despite everything she said about loathing other girls with their little fantasies about boys . . . she inevitably became one of them. And she didn't even see it coming! Much less fight against it!

Okay, maybe I was a little too aggressive on the phone the other day, she thought, feeling embarrassed. Why am I so stupid!? I basically put a comic bubble over my head saying, "hey! I like you a lot, why don't you go to my audition on Saturday, but, like, as a date? Whaddya say?" God! Couldn't I be more obvious!? When I get home today, I'm gonna bang my head into one of my drums, maybe that'll postpone the audition!

No. That was not a good thought. She wanted this more than anything for a long time; being on a stage and people down below, cheering her on as she hit and hit the drum. It was a dream for her. Either way, if it did get postponed because of her, the band will get extremely mad at her. She didn't want to mess this up; she was ambitious when it came to getting what she wanted in her hands, and stubbornly persistent at it too.

That was probably why she was super aggressive with her feelings towards Midoriya as of recently. A kinda good but ultimately a horribly bad trait she got from her Dad.

Speaking of, she thought, feeling a pit in her stomach. Last night when he came home, he nonchalantly said he paid a visit to Midoriya –and how the hell did he find out where he lived!? I didn't tell him his address! Goddamn him with his Police advantages! What did he say to Midoriya? I swear to god if he gave him the 'talk', he would get a piece of my unpleasant verbal abuse! "oh, hi, Bubblegum, I just visited the guy who saved you, a nice little lad he is!" Oh shut up! Your sweet words won't save you!

Her face hardened into determination. She lifted her head and looked pointedly at Midoriya -who was now raising his hand up enthusiastically as Mr. Koshi asked the class for any further questions about . . . something.

"What happens if I add a little more hydrogen sulfide?" Midoriya asked, a slight smirk playing on his messed up lips. He glanced behind his shoulder towards Flash, then returned his gaze to Mr. Koshi with an even smugger smirk, and continued, "Will it stink up the place like how Flash is doing right now? Will a nice, loooong shower with a magical artifact called a 'soap' get rid of it?"

Despite herself, her determined expression crumbled as she giggled a little. Midoriya was good at being funny, that's one of the many traits of his that she liked. She wasn't alone as almost everybody laughed, even Mr. Koshi let out a chuckle. Flash, however, was not amused.

"WHADDYA SAY, YOU CRIPPLE!?"

"Hey, I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to put a little fragrance on you," Midoriya said in a light tone, hand up in the air. "Well, to you at least, but to us? Yeah, it hurts just to breathe through our noses, and hurts even more when we use our mouths –I can practically taste colors when I do."

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KIL-"

"Now, now, boys, no fighting in my class!" Mr. Koshi interrupted with a stern face. "Flash, for swearing in my proximity, you're gonna write an in depth essay about how the composition of Mustard Gas is formulated-"

"WHAT!? THAT'S UNFAIR!"

"-and Midoriya," the old man continued, ignoring Flash's protests. The stern face fell, instead replaced by a smile. "for making me laugh, you'll get off this easy once. Plus, with your advanced knowledge of Chemistry, any assignment I give you will be a walk in the park, so I won't bother."

"Well, sir, it's been my pleasure." Midoriya bowed his head, his tone suave.

She looked at him with a smile -which was a hundred percent dreamlike to outsiders besides herself, but she didn't care. Let them see it, because she won't hide it.

She won't hide it from him.

She'll get what she wants, like she always does if she tries hard enough and doesn't deter from the obstacle ahead of herself.

Her face hardened once more.

Like how I'll get answers from Midoriya about what Dad said to him, she thought as Izuku and Flash started bickering again. and see if that old man said anything stupid enough to scare off Midoriya. If he did, well, Midoriya won't get away from me that easily . . . I'm in my rebellious phase afterall.

She hummed a jolly tone as she inspected the wiring that connected haphazardly to each servo joint -looking for any damage that might've happened to the outer layer of the plastic jacket that protected the fragile interior of intricate wiring of insulators and conductors and what-not.

Noticing that one strand of the multi-colored wires was holding itself together by a mere hair thread of a conductor in one of the many bushy tangled messes of overlapping string, she reached her hand to her side and grabbed a roll of tape without looking. Still humming, she activated her quirk and zoomed in on the frayed wire that was just below one of the armpits of the power suit.

She unraveled the tape at about a finger length, stopped, bit off the sticky product and carefully wrapped it 'round the exposed wire. Throwing the adhesive paper film to the side, she rounded the still-in-progress/development/creation/prototype/in-the-works exoskeleton that was propped up by a stand for an easier work around for improvements, and went straight for the battery that sat itself in the corner of the room at the back.

Did I charge it last night? Or ever for that matter? the girl thought to herself with a happy smile -she didn't seem to care if she did or if she didn't. Guess we'll find out when I power the suit up and see if it explodes.

Grabbing the bundle of jumper cables beside the box shaped car battery, she connected one end of the red clampers to the positive terminal of the battery. Still holding the red cable, she guided it towards the power suit's chest canal -where the control panel and battery source were located. She had installed another battery block at the back side, lodged in the middle of the mechanical spinal cord for easier access. She looked down at her fingers where the red cable lay; flickering her eyes down the length of the rope, she found the other clamp at the end of it. She yanked it and connected it to the positive terminal of the power suit's battery -making the cord spring into a taut line that crossed across the room, mimicking the rope like one of those circuit dancers use for showing off their acrobatics skills. Stupid people.

Eagerly snatching the black variation of the cables, she connected it to the negative terminal of the exoskeleton. She looked around the room for an electrical outlet, completely oblivious to the disdained glares directed at her from her classmates as she scanned the enormous classroom.

C'mon, I know I saw one before . . . I just need a little spark of electricity . . . ah-hah! Found ya! locking her eyes at one of the outlets at the front of the classroom, she ran towards it while still holding the cable. Almost losing her balance as she bumped shoulders with Magi? Maki? Yaki? She quickly rebalanced herself without breaking her run.

"Jesus, Hatsume! Watch where the hell you're going! You almost made me drop my toolbox!" the girl she collided with yelled after her, but it fell on deaf ears.

Mei skidded to a stop before the outlet and immediately dropped to her knees; grasping the handles of the plier like clamp of the cable, she lined the metal tipped object up to the type B outlet and without caution, thrusted it against one of the three slots. Upon impact, sparks of light shot out into the air. Mei yelped in surprise and leaned away from the temporary heat of the electricity hitting her face, dropping to her elbows. Behind her, she could hear screams of alarm from her classmates, some insulting and half of them just out of terror.

What caught her ears, however, was the buzzing and whirring of a machine coming to life. Mei snapped her head towards her recent Baby. The power suit's internal system was starting its boot up programing, and for a few short moments it was just thrumming -until with a 'beep!' from the laptop on the desk beside it showed vital diagnostics of the contraption. It was stable.

Mei shot up and zipped towards the laptop to further inspect it. She typed something into the program, then with a little loading, the schematics of the internal power source popped out and covered the majority of the tiny screen.

Capacitors look good, even with the amount of juice I'm putting them through, Mei thought, circling the occasionally spiking linear line under the capacitors format with the cursor. Hmm . . . circuitry's kinda malfunctioning, but it's not too bad to be a problem. Actuators look good enough! Hah! Baby #49 is looking spectacular!

She beamed like the sun. Since the start of her journey to becoming the greatest inventor to ever live (passing Reed Richards would be a challenge), her first course of action was, of course, creating an armor that would give the user a strength enhancement. And to top it all off with the user's quirk, she will become a household name in no time whatsoever.

But to reach that status, she actually has to manually and physically test her Baby . . . which is by no means, a bad idea. Her Babies would sometimes and without warning, go 'boom!'. So . . . nah, she isn't gonna risk her precious brain for the sake of checking to see if her Baby properly works, that's a job solely for stuntmen and daredevils . . . which she has no association with either professions. And her classmates are a no-go; she doesn't know why, but they avoid her like she's the second plague. That's why she's currently doing the partner assignment given to her by Mr. Helmet-head solo. Her partner -what's her name again?- dipped almost instantaneously after hearing she was partnered with her.

I don't need a partner anyway! I can do this myself! Mei thought, enthused. She was genuinely happy she was working alone, a partner would just be a load bearing she would've had to carry. But that does leave one very important problem.

She has no guinea pig to sacrifice for the sake of experimental testing of her numerous, adorable Babies.

So's the woe of her week.

This is very annoying, maybe by some miracle I could persuade someone to get in the suit for just a second . . . she looked behind her and flicked her eyes to each face of her classmates. They all looked away or tried to look busy as soon as her Baby went to life. Mei shrugged and returned back to the laptop. Dad's always up for testing, so no worries there.

A realization hit her. Almost like her neck was rusted, Mei slowly and twitchily looked up at the power suit looming over her with wide eyes of apprehension . . . her Baby was, by her approximation, at least 1,100 pounds. That means she couldn't bring it back home for Dad to test it out. And she can't just take it apart and reassemble the whole thing back home either -I mean she would if she had the chance, but the power suit's other component is in her room, which is too crowded to fit a 6 foot tall machine like this.

So that leaves two options: do it herself right now, or waste hers and Dad's time by dragging him here to pilot the power suit. She wants to do neither.

Dad's already busy as is operating the shop, Mei thought, pursing her lips in a line of contemplation. don't wanna annoy him by leaving the shop untended. He seems tired lately. And I am definitely not gonna do it! Nuh uh! Too dangerous.

Suddenly, Mei's eyes squinted. Weird. She has a feeling like she knows just the right person to be a guinea pig. Before the feeling could escape her, she hung tight to it and closed her eyes aggressively. The world tuning out into static, she listened to the beat of her heart. Thinking of the weird feeling.

'Thump!'

'Thump!'

'Thump!'

Greenie!

She found it. Found the perfect person for the job!

How could I forget him that easily!? I just talked to him last night!

Memories of last night came back to her. She was just doing her regular late night tinkering, and then Dad called out for her. And lo and behold, there he was, standing just right infront of her with that weird, green hair of his.

Izuku Midoriya.

The boy she first met almost a year ago now in the subway station. The smart, skinny boy. With his grenade and notebook. The boy she met a second time ten months after their initial encounter, at the entrance exam. Still skinny, but much smarter. Without his grenade and notebook, now with a new and an impressive invention. The boy she met a third time just last night at her own house. Not skinny this time, but muscly, and way, way smarter (but she's still smarter than him, she's smarter than anyone). And in horrible condition. If he could walk around with a broken limb like it was nothing, then he could 100% handle an explosion from one of her Babies!

He's perfect! Besides, he owes me, he even said so! Mei smiled happily at her revelation.

'BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!'

"-ATSUME! YOUR EQUIPMENT IS ON FUCKING FIRE!"

The abruptness of various noises hitting her ears made her eyes snap wide open. She felt the heat of the blazing inferno dancing inside the power suit's chest canal -where the battery seemed to have exploded and went to flames while she was in her own world. Yelping in yet another surprised scream, Mei scrambled away from the makeshift brazier, almost tumbling to the ground. As the blazing heat escaped her face, she looked around to see her classmates running and floundering around desks towards the door that exited out of the classroom.

The person who had first put her out of her daze was clumsily trying to grasp a fire extinguisher by its handle. Reacting quickly -and possibly out of repeated practices- Mei dashed toward the girl and snatched the red cylindrical tank out her hands; expertly, she aimed the nozzle at her poor, suffering Baby and put it out of its misery. The white foam of the extinguishing agent spurred out in an unpredictable line, coaxing her Baby all over its complex and precisely placed layers of plating and wires; making the flames and the sparks of electricity cease its gruesome attack.

Sighing, she placed the item in her hand on the ground. Then she laughed. Her cackles echoing off the walls and conjoining with the high pitched 'beeps!' of the fire alarm, resulting in a cacophony of noises. It sounded almost like a murder of crows cawing over the seas.

"Y- your fucking insane, you know that!?" the only other girl in the room screamed at her. Mei toned down her cackling into giggles and looked over to the girl, who was almost in tears.

"That's part of being an engineer, whatsyaname!" Mei said.

The girl looked exasperated. She sneered at her, turned and left her alone in the room with wobbly steps and trembling arms hugging her abdomen without a word. Mei's face turned into confusion. Why were these people so up tight? Don't they know failure is the Mother of invention?

Stupid people. she merely thought. Mei brought her attention back to her poor Baby. It was still covered in foam, but from the looks of gaps formed from the substance waving down and dripping to the floor, the thing's insides were charred to black, and possibly melted. Bad. That was bad.

Grutz, she pursed her lips, arms akimbo. She stared pensively at her destroyed Baby. Mr. Helmet-head is gonna be so mad. I've been working on this project since the start of school. And with it being unusable now, I can't force Izuku to pilot the thing. But that's not too bad! I can just rebuild it! And make it better and stronger! The hydraulics I intended to put in the joints is a must now! That'll decrease the cause of another fire mishap like this! And a better battery! If I start now, it'll just be in weeks time to complete it. Until then, I should grab Izuku now and let him assist me with the other components at my house. Now, just gotta wipe off this age-

"Hatsume!" a rattle of a familiar voice sounded in the room. Coincidentally, the blaring of the fire alarm stopped, amplifying the deep irritation in the echoey voice. She stopped her trek and turned around, a smile on her face.

"Hi! Mr. Helmet-head!"

"It's Mr. Maijima to you!" her teacher said grouchily. He waved behind her. "Again!? What happened this time!?"

"I think I forgot to take off the jumper cables from the battery's terminals," Mei observed, mainly to herself. "and the amount of power that was surging through it overheated the conductors, and went ka-booey!"

Mr. Helmet-head groaned, his elongated mechanical nails clutching half his face? helmet?

"Why didn't Yuki take them off after you put them on? I instructed her too," Mr. Helmet-head said, painfully pained. Mei cocked her head to the side.

"Yuki, who now?"

Another groan.

"Please don't tell- for God's sake, the person I partnered you with for the assignment, Hatsume," he said.

"Oh, well I've been working alone for the majority of the project!" Mei said helpfully.

"Hatsume, this is supposed to be a joint project for half your grade for the semester! Why isn't Yuki helping you!?"

"Donknow, she left before we even got started," Mei said. She turned her back towards him and started flaking off the foam from the power suit.

"What!?" her teacher groaned again. Is he okay?

"Are you having a hemorrhage, sir? You've been groaning a lot since you got here, should I get that old woman with the pink visor?"

"I . . . No, it's alright, Hatsume." She heard heavy footsteps coming in from behind her. Finally freeing the last remnants of the white substance from her Baby, Mei looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Helmet-head scrutinizing her with stern eyes behind his yellow helmet.

"Okay, Hatsume, I'm gonna get straight to the point here," he started. Mei hummed dismissively. Reaching over to her desk and putting on her gloves, she began taking out bits and chunks of melted metal out of the power suit's interior; they were fairly hot by the looks of it producing tendrils of steam into the air, but with her gloves on now, she only felt a faint warmth. "If you don't get someone to be partners with you at the end of the day –I'm going to prohibit you from using this workshop after hours."

Mei dropped the hot debris in her hands, clattering them across the ground. She went wide eyed, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Those words Mr. Helmet-head had just uttered were like the end of the world to her. She snapped behind and grabbed Mr. Helmet-head's shoulders, shaking him crazily.

"WHAT!? NO! PLEASE! I'LL GET A PARTNER! I SWEAR! JUST, PLEASE, DON'T CLOSE THE SHOP!" She yelled in a craze.

"Hats- woah- Hatsu- brr- STOP SHAKING ME!"

She complied almost immediately, lowering her hands back to her sides. She awkwardly smiled and started to fidget with the rough texture of her overalls. She could swear she was about to cry then and there.

I don't want to ruin my chances of using this unlimited budget to its full capacity! she nervously thought. Swallowing, Mei just stared as Mr. Helmet-head shook his head to rid of the dizziness she surely gave him. I have to get a partner!

Blowing out a raspberry, Mr. Helmet-head adjusted his gaze back on her.

"Geez, you really got a whammy outta me there –never do that again!" he said in mild anger.

"Yessir!"

The teacher looked quite taken aback by her quick response. Honestly, he looked outright terrified.

"Uhh, so, uhm, you'll find a partner then?"

"Yessir!"

"Hmm."

He stared at her skeptically for a full two minutes -no joke, she was counting by the digits. Why is he being so untrustworthy towards her? She's complying for Pete's sake! After another two minutes, Mr. Helmet-head gave a quick and firm nod to himself, humming in a satisfied demeanor.

"Okay, I don't fully believe you –but you got till the end of the day," he said slowly. Mei nodded. "you got anyone in mind?"

Mei thought about it for a moment, and came up with the answer of a green headed boy with the broken limb. She smiled brightly.

"Yup! Yup! Yup!"

It Only Takes An Itsy-Bitsy Spider To Change One's Life

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To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . probably.

Dear electrical engineers, I'm sorry for my mediocre use of . . . whatever it is I searched up online. Please, don't kill me!

I know this chapter just ended in an abrupt way, because it was. It was meant to go on, but the chapter was too long so I had to stop it here. So the next chapter will just continue right after this one, so it might be a little short! So see this as part one of chapter nine!

Anyway, show of hands guys, time to answer questions (I.e, three reviews from my previous' chapters, also I.e, two reviews coming from a single person, I.e, I like saying I.e a lot)

Commander Cost: My man, my guy, my literal og since the start of this story, fret not, your answers will be answered!

1st answer on chapter 9 –Norman's and Fisk's relationship is a weird one. One day while Norman was in his college class, a fat guy walked up to him and gave him a propagation, chubby hand out and all. Norman, being the naive 20 something, took it with stride when he heard "budget" and "liberty to do it however you want".

Soon he finds out that what he's creating is … something that defies nature, creating an artificial quirk. But he wasn't hurt that Fisk didn't tell him WHAT he was creating, he just got mad he didn't TELL him! And ten years later, during hardships and arguments, they fall in- I mean, Norman supposedly dies and Fisk just says, "huh? My top scientist is dead? Oh well, whap-tee-do! Just find me another one! Haha!" And bang! That makes Norman angry and blah blah blah!

2nd –Ofc Harry and Izuku would be friends, so then later I can tamper with their relationship and destroy it! Now that? It's a spoiler! But maybe not? You'll never truly know! HAH!

3rd –Yeah, Gwen really is pushing in aggressively. But from my understanding of her character in some comic I read, she is really blunt to a point -and equally as bold. Maybe having that text convo upped her confidence -making her be more showitive of her feelings. (that's a word, right? anyway) Maybe she's tryna grab Izuku before some other girl does -ahem- Mei -koff.

4th –Ah yes, that Trigger junkie's cameo is certainly abrupt, and we didn't see Izuku get his groceries. Okay, after that weird meeting with George, you remember him being on Dagobah beach and finding it clean?(by a certain blond) in the 9th paragraph, you can read Izuku explaining his day. I just didn't put in the groceries, instead I put in him eating two bowls of pork cutlets! (I kinda thought it was self explanatory there, but guess I was wrong?)

And yes, from the time between Izuku seeing the 'new' liquid based Trigger -which is approximately . . . three or four days? idk- it has spread quite a lot, like, terrifyingly a lot. It even reached the least populated city in Japan, Herezu's Kitchen -a variant of Hell's Kitchen in the Marvel Universe. I'm working on some world building in the background, but not a thoroughly written one.

And how dare you skim through my hard worked chapter on a whim! That's an insult! (not really, idc, just glad you enjoyed it!)

5th – 'Chocolette' is a nickname from Mei's father, since in canon she likes chocolate a lot -I know, so original. And yeah, Suai's a pretty chill dude all things considered, I very much like him too, he was fun to write. And no, Izuku isn't in love with Mei, per se. He literally and genuinely thinks she is the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. But he won't just act on it.

Take it as this, you're sitting on a bench, eating pizza, and you see a model walk past and you think, 'wow, she can rock it! Damn, she is a beaut for the eyes. Oh well, lets- shit! pepperoni slid off!' You're just observing her beautiness, but doing nothing to act on it cus you have a girl or sum'in. But maybe that'll change as the story progresses. I, the author, still don't know what will happen between the two of them. I like to progress with the characters I'm writing, like following close behind and seeing their actions and just writing it on a notepad.

I should prolly get my priorities on the taut line of understanding my character's feelings for each other. Man, writing teenager's is hard, though it's ironic coming from a teenager such as myself.

6th –Deku luck is Izuku's true nemesis.

7th –This chapter is as long as the first one, but FFN is kinda weird so it ups your word count by a lot. So this chapter was really only 19,500 words long . . . Though that is still long, anyway!

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Still the same guy | from chapter 10: 1st–I thought of the extra chapter as I wrote a 3rd of this chapter, you'll see what I mean if you just read. It is kinda funny how that quote from Hisashi changed both Inko and Izuku to go on different paths in separate different times then what they had in mind. Izuku went to fight Trigger because he thought he killed Yuza. Inko bettering herself for the sake of Izuku's hopes, and subsequently for her own. Even through ups and downs, Izuku's and Inko's bond is unshakable in this story, more so than canon. That's why they're happy.

2nd –honestly, I must be a bad narrative teller when even the reader doesn't know what Izuku's motivations are! Okay, backtrack to the first chapter -which I vaguely have a recollection of a few scenes from- after Bakugo told him to off himself, in public no less! Izuku went off to the washroom to relieve himself from his disbelief at the Blond's words.

There, he just thinks, really thinks about his hopes for the future. At that time, it hit him, he couldn't be a hero even if he tried his hardest. But in some miracle, he was standing inside of a support company's tower, surrounded by gadgets that save people, the same gadgets that he can make inside his room! Before then, he just thought his talent for creating things was nothing but a habit. He was so absorbed into the mindset of a hero that he didn't even notice his incredible talent at creating things from nothing but scrap.

He felt stupid about that. He didn't even consider the mindset of the other guy, other than just the one of the hero's. There, he can be a hero.

ofc, it didn't go as planned. He got bit, got powers, 'killed' his classmate, and once again, his motivations changed. Now he had to kill off Trigger from the planet of the earth.

Surprisingly, not from the goodness of his heart. He wanted to get rid of the drug to be forgiven for his 'actions', untrue as it might be. He still does it so it won't kill some other unfortunate soul, but he mainly does it for redemption . . . and most of all, to pay retribution to the bad guys in anger for what they did to him.

Basically, he's doing this out of selfishness . . . though he doesn't know, or feel that at all. I know that sounds bad for a character as kind hearted as Izuku and Spider-Man alike . . . but you gotta know, this is a fifteen year old kid we're talking about, so ofc he's selfish. He just wants to be free from the fact he 'murdered' his classmate, it's bad for the mind, capeesh?

But then again, motivation is a constant, alternating ripple of emotions and feelings. It can change in a 'snap!' of a finger. So, that selfishness won't stay for long.

Wow, I got waaaaay too sophisticated there! No more of that! happy times now!

3rd –yeah, I desperately need a beta reader! And why did you say it like I couldn't?

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neith12: I don't know about Izuku being a 'chad' but you're kinda right. The Izuku I've written here is kinda fearless to most things. I didn't want to do that, since I'm just making him kinda OP. That's why I had to make him get a reality check when he fought against Rhino.

Yeah, here he actually tried to make a step towards his dreams of being a hero -even if it was just in the support department. But as all things tend to happen to Spider-Men, he got whacked by the dick of fate right across the face.

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Oh, another thing!

I wanna jumble with different POVS, because I did with this chapter. Mei was really fun to write. Though the research for mechanical things was suffering!

And it will give context as to why they do their actions that we don't see coming cus they're off screen somewhere else. Like what I'm doing with Norman and Izuku, but with more characters!

Though it might not happen as frequently, so keep that in mind for further future chapters!

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I'm also gonna be taking a break -I know, surprising- because at this point of the story I have no idea where to go, I forgot most of my ideas from months ago. So to combat that, I'm gonna finally, finally write an outline so it can progress to my intended ending -which I had before even writing the first chapter.

I mean, I kinda have to. The introduction of Kraven from the new Spider-Man game trailer was almost uncanny to one of my future ideas for this story. (Which for your information, was way, way into the future of this fic.) So, to not get called out for ripping off an original storyline from the game in the future, I'm gonna scratch it out, like, entirely.

But honestly? This story isn't original at all anyway. I mean, I basically copy pasted some of Spider-Man's comics. But is it really that bad, anyway? All Spider-Man comic runs basically go the same, so I shouldn't feel ashamed at my unoriginality.

Even with Kraven's introductions it goes the same; he hunted every animal, proclaimed himself to be the best hunter in the world. But he realizes that he hasn't hunted every animal down as he sees there are a new type of animals; Mutants.

So, seeing that his proclamation is fraud, he goes to New York to hunt down Superhero Mutants. His first prey? Spider-Man. Funny thing is though, Peter isn't a Mutant at all, just a normal guy who has powers. But Kraven still hunts him down anyway. So call me unoriginal all you want, I won't feel ashamed! Because the only medium of plot ideas I get are from the comics!

Anyway, if you want to know when this story will end -for some reason- by estimation in my less than perfect head calculations, this story might end around 170k+ or 200k+ words. I've already passed my original word count of 80k+, so I decided to ball it and reach one billion words!

As always, read and review!

I genuinely fucking hate FFN's format editing. I've spent two fucking hours reworking this chapter! I'm this fucking close to just mainly post on AO3 instead.

Henry994788 is out the door! See ya when I see ya!