Thanks to all of you for the support on the last chapter! It does mean a lot. I'm gonna go over the reviews at the beginning of every chapter. And...here we go!
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Anyway, just a warning, there will be mentions of trauma in this chapter, just a warning. I'll give a larger TW down below. Love you guys, and see you in the next chapter! And yes, Archer is the aforementioned partner. DMJ, out!
TW: Violence
-DMJ-
"So...where are we going?" Izuku asks, leaning back lightly in his seat, and looking at the drink in his hand. It's just a coke, but considering he's sitting in the back of a limo, it somehow tastes better.
Nezu sits across from him, sipping sparkling water as the limo heads deeper into Mustafa, driving efficiently. Nezu is dressed in his classic suit, while Izuku is in casual clothes, provided by Nezu courtesy of U.A. The U.A. logo is on the sweatpants and hoodie Izuku is in, but the shirt is basic white cotton. Hell, even his slides have the U.A. on them. Hopefully, he can go buy some clothes...
"To your new guardian's home. They have a penthouse apartment with excellent security and an unknown location by the public." Nezu explains as Izuku nods quietly, glancing at the bag next to him, holding all of his worldly possessions.
A brand-new, top-of-the-line laptop and phone, with high-grade encryption and security (which Nezu said was for 'just in case'), chargers, cases, the works. An ID, made by U.A., would act as a temporary one until he got an official one. His notebook and knife from his time in the foster system/in the streets, and the sole remaining photo he has of his family.
"Okay, so who are they?" Izuku asks, and Nezu chuckles
"I want it to be a surprise."
"Fuck you, you little shit."
"I may be little, but I am not a little shit. I would use the term 'asshole'. It's more distinguished." Nezu says, smiling
"...I can't tell if you're joking or not." Izuku deadpans
"Work on that, hm? It'll serve you well during your hero years...ah, we're here!" Nezu exclaims as the limo slows to a stop.
It's a fairly nondescript apartment building, to be entirely honest. It looks like any of the dozens of others in central Mustafa. Nezu hops out, and Izuku follows, barely remembering to grab his bag, and walks into the building, and right to the elevators, where Nezu simply picks the up button, and the doors slide open.
Both of them step into the elevator, and Nezu presses the 'P' button, as the elevator rises.
"Do you know what math level you are on?" Nezu asks, as he rocks back and forth on his little feet...paw...things.
"Uhm...not really. I couldn't tell what level I'm on for any of my classes, really." Izuku admits, and Nezu hums
"Okay. We'll have you take some baseline tests." Nezu says, as the doors ding open.
Walking into a fairly modestly decorated apartment, Izuku looks around the vaulted ceilings and dark hardwood floors, before noticing the woman standing a few feet in front of him.
She's slightly taller than him, even more so in her bright red heels. She has long, dark purple hair and sky-blue eyes accepting a curvy figure. Her red, sharply shaped glasses are vaguely familiar, but he can't place where he had seen them.
"Hello! I'm Nemuri Kayama, you're Izuku, right?" The woman asks, bowing lightly
"Yeah, that's me...I'm sorry, are you a pro hero? I can't place your name..." Izuku replies, after returning her bow
"Oh? You don't recognize me?" She asks, in a sultry tone.
"...No..." Izuku says, genuinely confused
"Oh...Well...I'm Midnight." She says, a bit disappointed
"...Nezu, why?"
"She's the closest thing to a responsible, kind, caring member of the U.A. staff who could provide privacy and comfort," Nezu explains simply
"...Isn't she, like, known to make sexual comments about minors?"
"I would never do that to someone! I just get excited!" Midnight complains
"Izuku. I, along with the entire staff, would trust Ms. Kayama here with their lives. I trust her with your life, safety, and virginity." Nezu says
"Yeah, because I still have one of those." Izuku sighs, and then looks at Midnight
"...I need new clothes. You wanna go shopping?"
"Do I? Kid, you need something other than just U.A. brand merch. That stuff is crap. No offense." Midnight says, addressing Nezu
"None taken! I'll leave you alone! Good luck to both of you!" Nezu says, walking out towards the elevator, which slowly goes down
The room is stuck in awkward silence for a few moments before Midnight breaks it.
"So...you hungry?" Midnight asks, and Izuku blinks
"Uhm...yeah. You know any good ramen places?" He asks
"...Kid, I patrol for 8 hours at a time. I know the best food for cheap and quick in the whole city. What's your favorite?"
"Uh...Katsudon." Izuku says, rubbing the back of his head
"Ooooohhh. Good choice, kiddo. I know a place. You want clothes first, or food?" Midnight asks, grabbing a pair of keys from a bowl on the counter.
"Uhm...you have any men's clothes? I'm super hungry, but don't wanna wear this." Izuku admits, and Midnight smiles lightly
"What are your sizes, I have some stuff!" Midnight says, walking back to what he assumes is her room.
Izuku follows after setting his bag down and grabbing his phone.
"So, this is my room." Midnight says, opening a room to reveal a very distinctly decorated room. It was in tones of white, black, and red. But it all fits together well.
"How many men have slept in this bed?" Izuku chuckles, and Midnight chuckles along with him
"Actually, not that many. 5 total." Midnight admits, stepping into her closet, which is a walk-in bigger than his old prison cell.
"Only 5? I figured with your...public personality, it would be higher." Izuku admits, rubbing the back of his head
"Hmmm. I can understand how I would come off like that. Despite my attitude in public, I don't sleep around as much as people think I do." Midnight explains as Iukzu notices a photo on her nightstand.
"Hmmm. So 5 men in your...what, 30-something years of life?" Izuku asks as he studies the photo. It's clearly Midnight, with three boys. A dark-haired one, a blond with a massive mohawk, and a boy with flowing, cloud-like hair, all of them wearing the U.A. uniform
"Never ask a woman her age, kid!" Midnight says as she walks back out, with a black, fluffy cat following behind her
"Heh...fair point," Izuku mutters as Midnight sets down some sweatpants and a hoodie, both a dark grey/black with green accents, along with a pair of green slip-on shoes.
"Hopefully those fit. I have a good eye for size." Midnight says as she walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Izuku changes quickly, as the cat looks at him curiously. After he's done, Izuku picks up the cat, cradling it as he steps out of the room, finding Midnight sitting on her couch, glancing through her phone
"Oh! Ooooohhh. I'm good. Do they fit fine?" Midnight asks, as Izuku pets the cat in his arms, his hands vanishing in the fluff.
"A bit tight in the shoulders, but fine. I'm broad." Izuku shrugs, as the cat purrs in his arms.
"Mmmmm. Yonaka like you." Midnight chuckles and Izuku deadpans at the woman
"Really?"
"What! I liked the name." Midnight pouts, and Izuku has to mentally admit it is adorable.
"Fair enough...you ready to leave?" Izuku asks, and Midnight nods, as she tosses her keys in her hand.
"Whenever you are."
-DMJ-
"Holy fucking shit." Izuku whistles, as he looks at the custom supercar in front of him.
A 2023 Porsche 911 GT3 RS, painted in black and with purple accents, and 'Kayama' across the back in cursive, Izuku can appreciate the sheer power the car exudes
"You like it? Just got this thing from an antique dealer. Had it custom-painted." Midnight says as she presses her key fob and the car chirps.
"I just gained about twice as much respect for you," Izuku mutters as he opens the door, to reveal a black leather interior with purple accents.
"I know, right? People expect me to drive a small, slow car. Nope!~" Midnight chuckles, as she slides in, closing the door behind her
"So, how far of a drive is it?"
"In this car? A few minutes." Midnight says, a wild smirk on her face
"...What does that mean?"
"You'll see. Buckle up, kiddo." Midnight grins
Izuku does as he is told, as Midnight starts the car, the engine roaring to life as she shifts into reverse, the car purring as its engine calms down
Midnight easily navigates out of the parking spot, quickly getting out to the street, where, as she pulls onto the road, she floors the engine, the powerful car roaring as it screams towards a stoplight.
Izuku lets out a slightly scared chuckle as Midnight drives like an insane person, flying around corners and turns, dodging cars left and right.
True to her word, they arrive at the restaurants in less than 10 minutes, drifting into a parallel parking spot, stopping inches from the curb
"...You are insane."
"You just figured this out, kid?" Midnight chuckles, as she steps out of the car like it was nothing.
The restaurant is a small, hole-in-the-wall-style place, which Midnight walks into with complete confidence, nodding to the man at the front door, who merely nods back.
She walks right to a table, sitting down as Izuku follows her, sitting across from the older woman as a man brings out menus, and walks back towards the kitchen
Izuku studies the menu, quickly finding the Katsudon, which is both cheap and looks amazing, as Midnight signals for a waiter.
"And what would you two like to drink?"
"Melon soda for me." Izuku
"Hmmmmm. I take one too. Actually, get a couple for both of us." Midnight says, noticing how Izuku's smile lights up
"And for meals?"
"Pork Katsudon. Spicy, please."
"Tonkotsu Ramen." Midnight says easily, handing her menu back
"Of course. I'll be right back with all that." The waiter says, bowing towards both of them before vanishing into the back.
"Been a while since you had melon soda?" Midnight asks, and Izuku nods
"It's been about...3 years? Could never afford it, really." He shrugs, cracking his back lightly
"So...I read over your files. Your quirk...is kinda insane. Like...it's insane that you can hit that hard at your size."
"Well, that's the fun part of my quirk. It's incredibly simple but very powerful. It just makes me hit harder, move faster, and do more with what I have." Izuku shrugs as the waiter brings out several melon sodas.
"Also, the name...no offense is kinda boring. 'Kinetic Battery'?" Midnight asks as she opens the can with one hand
"I mean, it's accurate. I got better at naming things."
"But...it counts for any energy that gets redirected into your body."
"Yeah. Walking, getting hit, hitting someone. There's always an exchange of energy to some extent. But it gets dangerous, pretty quickly."
"I actually don't think it'll be much of an issue at U.A. You have some kind of hero course every day, and if you work out every day, it should be fairly easy. You can store a lot of energy, I know."
"I don't know the exact number, to be frank. I think it's well over 3 megajoules. But I produce a lot every day. Upwards of 50 thousand a day, and I've never fully depleted it. I try to keep it at about 50%. So it takes...about 10-15 days before I need to release a large amount. I double whatever enters my body, remember, that's the key point." Izuku points about
"So realistically, you take in about 100 kilojoules per day of energy?"
"About that much," Izuku says, quickly glancing as a group of 5 men enter the restaurant, all of them laughing about something as they walk in.
The largest of the bunch, a muscular guy with bubble-gum colored hair, clearly the 'leader', spots Midnight and breaks into a whole-face smile. He says something to his buddy and then walks to Midnight.
"Hey, beautiful. What's your name?" The guy says, leaning on the table
"...Nemuri." Midnight says, clearly uninterested.
"That's a pretty name...I'm Henle Juzo...and I think you'll be screaming it later today...you want me to buy you a drink?" The guy asks, and Midnight raises an eyebrow
"Look, you're nice, but no. You're not my type, sorry to say." Midnight says easily, and the guy scoffs
"Oh, come on, give me a chance, the guy, and goes to sit down, before he notices Izuku sitting across from her
"Wassup?"
"Who is this? The kid you're babysitting?" Henle asks, confused
"He's my ward."
"Oh...hey, screw off kid. I'm gonna be your new dad by the time this is over." The guy, making a 'shoo' motion
"Uh...yeah, no," Izuku says, sipping on his soda
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are kiddo?"
"Uhm, a human being? With rights? And self-respect. Just go take your shitty flirting somewhere else." Izuku snaps, not having it for a second
"Move, you little shit!" Henle snarls, shoving him out of his seat
"Izuku!" Midnight shouts, starting to stand up, as Izuku holds a hand to stop her
"It's fine. I need to stretch my legs at any rate." Izuku sighs, setting his now-spilled drink on the table, as the guy takes his seat
"Now, where were we?" Henle asks as Izuku stands up, cracking his neck
"I really hope you have good dental insurance," Izuku mutters, as Henle smirks up at him
"Oh? And why is tha-" Henle can't finish his sentence before Izuku throws a roundhouse at the man, knocking him clean out of the chair while giving him a free tooth extraction for his front two teeth.
As Henle hits the floor, the restaurant goes silent, and his buddies are frozen, as Henle lays on the floor, groaning in pain
"...You guys want some?" Izuku asks, putting his hands up, with his right foot forward, in a low-hand southpaw stance
"My...fucking teefh! My teefh! GET THE LITTLE SHIT!" Henle shouts, as his boys rush Izuku
Ducking under a wild punch, Izuku takes a punch to the ribs, before managing to get a grip on the man's legs, taking him to the ground with a heavy 'thud'.
As the first man hits the floor, Izuku rolls off him as another man tries to stomp on him, hitting his friend instead as Izuku gets to his feet
Blocking another punch with his left arm, Izuku slams the attacker with a brutal low kick to his front leg, and it snaps under the force, sending the man to the ground, screaming in pain.
Looking at the last two, Izuku looks a the two men, who don't seem to want to attack.
"Oh, come on? What, two grown men don't want to beat up a 15-year-old? Or are you just scared? You got small dicks?" Izuku chuckles, and that seems to make them angry
One man grows bright green spikes on his arms and hands, while the other man grows 7 inches and swells up with muscle
"Izuku! I got thi-"
"Midnight. I got it. 'Sides. I need to take my quirk out for a test drive."
"I can't let you do that!" Midnight snaps, as the spike man leaps at him with a wild swing
"Shit!" Izuku hisses as he barely dodges the punch, and his eyes glow green as the energy contained in his body is released
Throwing a low hook, Izuku's punch connects with the man's low ribs, and he feels them give way under his fist, shattering with a loud 'crack'.
The man drops to a knee, letting out a pained breath as Izuku has to dodge a roundhouse thrown by the other man, who now towers over Izuku.
"You're gonna die, kid! I'm a black belt in karate!" The guy says and Izuku blinks, unimpressed.
"Oh no." Izuku deadpans, before rushing the man, and throwing a powered front kick to the man's gut, knocking all the air clean out of him, before Izuku grabs his head, and leaps, driving his knee into the man's nose, and Izuku's eyes glow brighter green.
A loud, wet 'pop' echoes through the air as the attacker's nose breaks, blood flying back as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
The man falls on his face, and Izuku stands there, barely breathing hard as the five men around him groan in pain as Midnight stares in shock
"...Your ramen is ready." The waiter says, and Izuku blinks.
"...Take it to go?" Izuku asks, as Midnight sighs
"You're gonna be trouble, aren't you?"
"Wasn't that obvious?"