If don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
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Oh shucks. All he wanted to do was go out shopping, but now it seems that the universe has other plans for him, and said plan concerns a kid.
A fucking kid.
And he's not waking up anytime soon. Dammit. He had to wait a little longer, or else his conscience is fucked the moment something bad happens to the brat.
Ah, screw it, let's just give em a few slaps and see if it bears fruition.
"Oi." Slap. "Kiddo, wakey, wakey." Slap slap. "Don't keep an old man waiting here. I got other plans to attend to! C'mon!" Slap Slap!
Izuku remains unphased, his motionless body laying on the dirt. Yagi slapped his forehead, trying to muster up all the patience that he has left.
Slap!
Izuku gasped, his eyes shot up abruptly. Coughing up what remains of his blood in his throat, he held it in order to ease the pain.
"Oh, thank god, you're alive." Yagi said, holding his chest as he sighed, "Fuck, you gave me quite the scare, kid. It's a good thing you held up out there. You did fine."
Izuku shook his head to clear his hazzy vision, as he tilted his eyes towards his saviour. He widened his eyes, his mouth slowly morphed into an excited smile.
"What's up? You looked like you just won the lottery." Yagi scratched his head, "Are you mixing me with someone else?"
"You're All Might, the One Punch Hero!" Izuku exclaimed.
"Huh." Yagi uttered in surprise, "You look quite happy for a guy who just saw the biggest fraud in history appearing right in front of you." He finished as he took the stolen grocery bag in his hand from the ground, as well as the slimy villain stored inside the bottle.
"Fraud? You don't look like one. You saved me! You were even concerned for my wellbeing!" Izuku quickly rebuked the older man's statement.
"Hero for fun, remember?" He crossed his fingers, "I saved you for the fun of it. Gives me the thrill. I don't actually care about you- Well, I didn't mean it to sound bad, I did care, just not that- Okay, you know what? This is getting nowhere. I'll just take a few leaps, see you never!"
"WAIT!" Izuku called out, before wrapping his arms around the older man's left thigh, and he leaped from the ground, unknowingly bringing Izuku along with him soaring in the air.
Yagi turned his head around, and to his dismay, saw Izuku clinging to his legs, "KID?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF! I KNOW YOU'RE A FANBOY, BUT THIS IS JUST GOING TOO FAR!"
"If I let go, I'll die!" Izuku replied in agitation.
"Oh." Yagi's mouth formed into an 'O'.
Let's just land on the nearest rooftop and get this over with.
As Yagi lost his momentum in the air, he landed on a rooftop, before dropping Izuku off there.
Yagi shook his head, "That was reckless, brat. Could've turned yourself into a human pancake on a pavement if I wasn't being careful enough." He scolded.
"I- I'm sorry, I just..needed to-"
"Save the apology for later. I need to get somewhere. I don't wanna leave 'Jima-san hanging for too long." Yagi cut him off, obviously disinterested in what Izuku was going to say.
"Wait, please! I still need to ask you something!" Izuku called out after the older man.
"I already told you, it's a hard pass. I don't have time for a chit chat." Yagi refused.
"All Might..."
"For crying out loud, can we skip the QNA bullshit?" Yagi said while internally pleading for the kid to just drop it.
"Why are you even in a hurry?" Izuku asked in slight irritation.
"For starters," Yagi pulled something out of his pockets, revealing a sale poster, "There's a bargain day going on in the nearest supermarket from here. I don't plan on missing it. It helps save money, y'know?"
Izuku stared at the man incredulously. A sale..?
"All Might, please, it won't take long.." Izuku pleaded again.
Yagi's gaze met the kid's, and by the Lord's decree, he can't fucking stand those puppy eyes. It's like he was doing it on purpose, to play with his heart strings!
...
...
OKAY, FINE!
"Fine, Christ almighty." Yagi rubbed his forehead, "Ask away. Make it short. I have the attention span of a constipated monkey, so bear with me."
Izuku stared at the ground for a while, causing Yagi's patience to grow thinner as time passes. "Well?" Yagi raised his brow, "Are you going to say anything?"
Izuku raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.
"Kid..?" Yagi asked in concern.
"Can...can someone without a quirk like me be a hero?" Izuku finally mustered the guts to ask him, wiping the warm, fresh tears from his eyelids.
Yagi stood at the edge for a while, a shadow seems to loom over his head, looking like he was thinking deeply.
He then finally opened his mouth...
"I don't know." Yagi replied with an unexpected answer.
Izuku's expression deflated in an instant, "Eh?"
"I said, I don't know." Yagi said in a more deeper tone, "I mean, how the hell should I know? It's not like I'm a soothsayer or something. It depends on you, and what kind of resolve do you have. I'm not gonna hold your hand till the other end of the road like a kid in need of coddling. It's just not my business."
Izuku shook his head, "I need confirmation, based on your-"
"Experience? My experience has been nothing but jackshit lately. It won't help you. And I don't have any confirmation for you either. Figure it out yourself. It's your life, not mine." Yagi replied harshly. Harsh, but it was the truth.
"But you were there too, weren't you?"
Yagi stood silent at that statement, not even putting the effort to deny it.
"You were quirkless. You gained incredible power through methods that we haven't even thought of..you wanted to give people hope, but you gave up on that resolve.." Izuku said, "I know you're quirkless, I did my research on you, and I know..I know you're an out-of-this-world phenomenon."
Yagi stared at the boy for a moment, as he closed his eyes, chuckling fondly, "You're really a perceptive kid. Yeah, you're spot on. I'm quirkless, nothing more, nothing less."
"Huh?" Izuku was caught off guard by that answer, "You admitted that pretty quickly..."
"Yeah, it's not like anyone's gonna believe you either. They're too caught up in their judgemental prejudices." Yagi then crossed his arms, "Look, kid, I'm in a hurry. I already answered the big, mystery question that unlocks the key to the secrets of a real hero, so if you excuse me.." He said sarcastically.
Yagi was about to turn around again, when Izuku halted him,
"Wait!"
"WHAT?" Yagi yelled in annoyance, quickly shooting his head back.
"Can I be your disciple?!" Izuku asked loudly, his head and body bowing down in an extremely uncomfortable position.
Running short on patience, Yagi replied without thinking, "Okay, sure! Whatever!"
Izuku beamed, his lips turned into a wide grin, "Really?!!? Thank you for this opportunity, All Might sensei! I will be looking forward to train under you as your most trustable disciple!" He jumped away, running into the nearest door leading to the stairs.
"Wait, huh?" Yagi asked himself awkwardly as the silent wind passes him by, "Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! BRAT!" Yagi called after him, but it was futile. As he opened the doorknob leading to the stairs, Izuku was no longer there.
"Oh great! Just great! You did a good job on making this day go deeper down into the fucking drain, Yagi Yoshinori! First, some shitty hero school insists to try to magically transform me into some kind of fucking hero guru, now a brat is my disciple as well! I just agreed to put myself through two REALM OF INESCAPABLE HELLS AT THE SAME GODDAMN TIME!" Yagi finished ranting, huffing as he walked back into the door, "Welp...no use in crying over it. I bet that kid has no means to reach me anyway."
He walked over to the stolen grocery bag and the bottle containing the sludge villain, "Now to return the stolen bag and handing this weirdo over to the authorities..."
Time to change the attire.
...
Garou tossed the severed arm into the trash, clapping the blood away from his palm.
He found a bottle of water near the trashcan, before grabbing onto it, gulping as much of it as possible, before throwing it away.
"Another day, another hero." Garou strolled into the streets and blended in into the crowds.
He wondered if he's going to be able to take down the top rankers one day, for example...
That Tatsumaki chick. Of course she reached the number two spot. He's seen her in action once, after all.
Someone's gotta dream high, right?
"Ah, finally done it." A voice came from behind, "Now, to hand that weirdo over."
Garou quickly tilted his head to his behind, before seeing an odd man wearing a hoodie with the words 'Oppai' plastered on the chest part.
What is he? Some kind of grunt from the Commission? Another one of these pretenders on his trail?
No matter. He will crush him with all his might. He took a step forward, before using his hand to chop the man on the shoulder, causing the ground beneath him to crack.
To his horror...
The man didn't budge at all.
"Who the hell are you?" The man demanded, "What was that for? Trying to rob me?" He raised his hand, preparing to chop the self proclaimed monster into the ground, "Outta my way."
Before that inevitable strike made contact with him, he realised something...
Wait, is he-?!
"AAAAAAARRRGGH!" Garou screamed in pain as the stronger hand chopped his shoulder down, as the darkness began to swirl around his vision.
His body crashed to the ground, and the last thing he saw before giving in to the darkness looming over, was him bringing his hoodie down, revealing the tufts protruding from each side of his blond hair.
...
Garou woke up in the midst of the trash bags in an alleyway.
Who brought him here...?
Wait...
That man...
He can't be mistaken.
"Yagi Toshinori." Garou uttered the name with disdain, "Just when I made my debut, you return to change the tide. Unexpected."
Garou sighed, as he stood up, "Can't face him head on yet, gotta stay low so no one picks up my trail." He said to himself, as he stretched his arms, causing a pop to be heard coming from his bones.
"Looks like I gotta find somewhere with a roof to hide in." Garou said, before walking away.
...
Izuku couldn't be more happier than he is right now. A quirkless hero teaching him?! That would be so-
Oh shit. He hasn't asked about either his address or his phone number. He was too encapsulated in his own happiness to even think about it.
Bah! No matter. He can always check the hero registry site. Heroes usually have their phone numbers displayed there, so Izuku can use that to track down the guy.
Or he could just call him to be respectful with the approach?
He let out a devious smile. Oh he'll be respectful, alright!
"Izu!" A voice called out from outside of his room, "May I?"
"Come in, mom!"
Inko opened the door to his room, "Izu."
Izuku turned his head around, eyeing his mom, "Mom?"
"Izu, I uh.." Inko sat on his bed, "I will be away for long starting today, if that's...alright with you."
"Why?" Izuku turned his attention away from his computer, standing up, before walking towards the bed. He sat besides her.
"I'm working overseas. Though your father sends us a couple of money time to time, I still think I need to work on my own too, to provide for you, for this family." Inko replied, "I left you a large amount of money at the top of the fridge if you need it."
Izuku looked at her for a moment, before smiling, "I understand, mom. This is one of the many reasons why I love you."
Inko gently pinched the boy's cheeks, "I love you too, kiddo."
Izuku found the small interaction a bit warm. He loved his mother with every inch of his soul.
"Mom..be careful, okay?"
"You too, kid." Inko planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you earlier, I just..needed time to think about it."
Izuku suspects something, but he dropped the negative thought off, "Yeah it's fine mom, I'm sure you had your reasons."
"That's my boy." Inko nodded, before looking at her watch, "Ah, I think my flight time is near now. See you?"
"See you. I love you, mom."
"I love you more."
...UA
"This is him." A man with a dry pair of eyes said with a long-suffering tone, "The man who's supposedly quirkless and excelled in both his practical and written exam in his previous time in here."
"Correct." Bang said, leaning against his seat, "I'm assigning him to be your assistant in your time as the homeroom teacher to Class 1-A."
"Sure." The man replied, "As long he doesn't interrupt my nap, I'm fine."
"Don't be too rough on him, though, Aizawa-kun." Bang leaned forward, "He is quite inept when it comes to teaching, he slacks off too much, and he's lazy, much like you."
Aizawa's eyes lightly twitched at the comment, but nodded regardless, "But if his incompetence proves to be a hindrance to me, I will not hesitate to scold him for the matter, or maybe give him a light chastisement."
"Of course, of course. You were the one who expelled dozens of my students last year, after all. Do what you want." Bang shrugged, "You're dismissed, Aizawa-kun."
"This school's unrestricted teacher policy is handy as always." Aizawa let out a mischievous grin, before standing up, "See you later." He waved as he walked away.
...several hours later..
A knock was heard from outside. A knock, in the middle of the night, at this time, in 10:20 PM?
What the hell? What is this, a counselling session? They can't just knock on a door like it's their own damn right and fuck around in his lawn.
Yagi threw his hands in the air out of frustration. The dishes can wait. Let's see what this stranger wants.
He's itching to punch someone in the face anyway.
As he unlocked the key, grabbed onto the doorknob and pulled it down, the door opened, revealing a-
Oh shit.
That kid from before.
Yagi looked at the shorter boy, before saying, "You came. How though?" He said, wasn't even surprised.
"I looked at your registry site. Wasn't even hard. All I did was track your phone number." Izuku said.
"...you could've just asked over a phone call." Yagi slapped his forehead, "Besides, doesn't that make you seem like a creep?"
"I was afraid you might ignore me, seeing how you're a busy man. I can't afford losing more time. I need to get stronger soon." Izuku replied sternly.
Stronger...?
Oh...
Oh shit.
Had he forgotten-
"Wait, you were the kid who kept asking me to be his teacher, weren't you?" Yagi asked.
"I didn't 'keep asking'. I asked once. Besides, you agreed to it." Izuku deadpanned.
"I never agreed." Yagi deflated.
"You did. You said, and I quote, 'Okay, sure! Whatever.'" Izuku replied, "Or was I mishearing things?"
Yagi stared at him for a bit, before sighing, "Come in for a second."
Izuku followed Yagi through, as he sat on the living room.
Yagi approached the boy, "Don't make too much noise. My assistant is sleeping, and he might not appreciate being disturbed. Unless by me, of course."
Izuku only gave the older man a simple nod.
Yagi walked away, before coming back with two cups of green tea. He carefully slid the other cup into Izuku's side, before sitting with his own.
"Finish up, then go home. I'm not looking for disciples, sorry to break it to you. Consider this a professional courtesy for deceiving you into thinking you were going to have me as your teacher." Yagi said.
"Sensei-"
"And lay off the sensei stuff. It's not like I'd make a commendable teacher." Yagi interrupted. That reminds him of a certain someone.
Izuku gripped the fabric of his jeans tight, "I need to become strong. I need you. You agreed! Don't try to go back against your word now."
"I didn't agree to shit. You were just being insufferable and I had to respond with anything for you to go away." Yagi replied, "Besides, what's your problem anyway, trying to get strong as me? Believe me, the life I lead is tedious."
"My problems? You want me to list every single one of them?" Izuku asked, beaming hopefully.
Fuck, why did he ask?
Deciding he had no time for a vent, he replied, "N- nah, nevermind, forget I asked, you're just going to put me through an essay of your entire life, which is-"
"Years ago, I was born a quirkless commoner, under the name 'Midoriya Izuku'."
"Kid, did you even listen to a word I said?" Yagi asked, becoming more and more annoyed.
Izuku didn't listen. He continued, "But I didn't know, just yet. I was filled with hope, hope that I would one day turn out to be a great pro-hero. I waited for my quirk to manifest, that day never came. The doctor broke up the news to me in the most heartbreaking way possible. He told me to give it all up. I never gave up..Even as I cried in my mom's arm, even when my childhood friend ridiculed me for having such a unrealistic life goal, I kept going, I held onto that hope. But now, I feel as if that hope is crumbling before me, not until I researched about you."
Nope. The kid never relented. Brat's going to give him his entire life story. Might as well keep his patience intact.
Yagi tried his best to keep up with the story, "Hmmmm, I see. Well-"
"You were quirkless, just like I was. You were ridiculed, just like I was. You made it your mission to reignite the hearts of the hopeless, to let them know that the quirkless still has a chance. That gave me hope, you gave me hope. That's why I sought you out. I needed you to be a guidance, to carve a path for me to walk on to become the strongest hero to ever live."
Yagi rubbed his chin, "Okay, so-"
"Today, you have agreed to keep me under your tutelage. This agreement could be the moment that changes the entire outcome of my entire life. I could be saving a lot of people, I could even be the ray of hope that shines upon the quirkless, so that they can know that someone is still there for them! All-Might-sensei, please make me as strong as you are!"
Yagi's eyes twitched uncontrollably. How long will this brat keep on prattling?
"I'veneverfeltsohopeful! Youaretrulytheheroamongallheroes!"
Oh my...
"Iwasalwaysafanofyouandbelieve meIneverbelievedthatyouwereafraud! Notevenonce!
FUCKING...
"IfonlyIwasasheroicasyouareAllMightSensei!"
G O D.
"Unfortunatelymymomdoesn'tsharethesame-"
"YOU TALK TOO MUCH, GODDAMMIT, SHORTEN THE STUPID STORY DOWN TO TWENTY WORDS OR LESS!!!!" Yagi screamed, finally letting off the steam from trying to keep his patience together.
Izuku was taken aback slightly by the outburst, but he quickly apologised, "Sorry, I tend to do that a lot."
Yagi didn't respond. He only stared at his tea for a moment, not meeting the boy's gaze.
"Sensei, here's the shortened version: Please make me as strong as you are, so I can finally have a shot at being a real pro-hero." Izuku said.
Yagi clasped both of his hands, seemingly in deep thought.
He could refuse, but he couldn't. Not after deceiving the kid like that. Granted, it was unintentional, but still, it was his bad.
But he's still couldn't bothered with being a teacher. One school is enough.
Not to mention how dangerous his training regimen is. He learned it the hard way.
But then..
"Fine. I'll teach you." Yagi conceded to his inner desires, looking at the boy's eyes solemnly, "But it won't be easy. Are you up to it?"
Izuku stood up, straightening his body, "YES, SIR!"
Yagi sighed internally, as beads of sweat began to rush itself downwards from his forehead.
Shit. This won't go well, will it?
TO BE CONTINUED!