AN: would anyone be willing or want to be a beta reader for later chapters? i also just one to say i feel this chapter sucks but you decided let me know what i need to do better and what you do like if there is anything.

Chapter 4

Chosen .2

Aldera Junior High shortly after Billy's text

I stare at my phone, the message from Billy still glowing on the screen. My heart pounds with a mix of worry and confusion. What had just happened? Billy, always the defender, had never taken things this far before. Bakugo's cruel words had ignited a firestorm, and now Billy was caught in the midst of it. I couldn't shake the feeling that something had fundamentally shifted, and not just in the schoolyard dynamics.

I gather my scattered thoughts and hurry to the classroom window, peering down to the spot where my notebook had landed. The breeze flipping its pages, scattering them like leaves. With a sigh, I made my way downstairs, my mind racing with the implications of the day's events.

As I step outside, the air feels different, charged with an energy that seems to buzz around him. Picking up the charred remains of the notebook, I feel a pang of guilt. This is my battle, his burden to bear, and yet Billy had shouldered it without a second thought.

I look around the now empty schoolyard, the echoes of the day's chaos still resonant in the air. "I need to be stronger," I whisper to myself, a resolve firming in my voice. "For Billy, for myself."

I began my walk home, the backstreets of Musutafu blurring past. My mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions. How could I face Bakugo and his goons tomorrow? How could I prove to everyone, including myself, that he wasn't just a quirkless nobody?

Lost in thought, I barely noticed the shadow that loomed over me until it was too late. A chilling, slimy sensation engulfed me, dragging me into its suffocating grasp. Panic surged through me as I found myself face-to-face with the Slime Villain, his grotesque, liquid form oozing around me, entrapping me in a living prison."

I need a body to hide in," the villain hissed, his voice echoing within the sludge that enveloped me. My heart raced with fear as I struggled against his grip, but it was like fighting against a tide, futile and exhausting.

Desperation took over. I thought of my hero studies, of All Might, and how he would confront such a villain. But reality hit hard – I was no hero; I was just Izuku Midoriya, quirkless and powerless in the clutches of danger.

"Help... someone..." My voice was barely a whisper, muffled by the thick goo. The villain's laugh, a sickening gurgle, filled my ears as he tightened his grip, preparing to make his escape using me as his cover.

But then, in a moment straight out of my wildest dreams, he appeared. All Might, the Symbol of Peace, in all his heroic glory. "Release him, villain!" he commanded, his powerful voice echoing through the street.

The Slime Villain's grip loosened in shock, and All Might, with a swift and commanding move, freed me from the encasing sludge. I gasped for air, collapsing to the ground, my lungs burning for breath. My vision was still blurry, but the sight of All Might standing victorious over the villain was crystal clear. It was like witnessing a scene from the hero comics I'd spent my life idolizing.

All Might's attention then turns to me. "Young man, are you alright?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. I nod, still trying to catch my breath.

"Yes... thanks to you, All Might," I manage to say, still in awe of his presence.His gaze lingers on me for a moment longer, as if assessing whether I'm truly unharmed. Satisfied that I'm okay, he stands upright, his heroic presence filling the alley. "Stay out of trouble, young man," he advises with a gentle yet firm tone. "The path of a hero is fraught with danger."

As All Might prepares to leave, my heart races with a mix of admiration and a burning question that I've held inside for so long. In a burst of courage, I blurt out, "All Might! Can I... can I become a hero too? Even if I don't have a quirk?"

He pauses, looking back at me. There's a moment of silence where his eyes seem to peer into the very depths of my soul. Then, with a solemn expression, he responds, "It's true that in our current society, being a hero without a quirk is extremely difficult."His words hang heavy in the air, and I feel a sense of despair creeping in. But then he continues, "However, a hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes. You've shown bravery today. Keep that spirit alive."His words reignite the flicker of hope within me. "What is your name, young man?" all-might asks me "I-izuku M-midoriya " With a final nod, All Might leaps away, leaving me alone in the alley with my thoughts.

The echo of All Might's departing leap resonates through the alley, mingling with the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I remain on the ground, trying to process the whirlwind of events. All Might's words, though encouraging, also leave a bittersweet taste. The reality of my quirklessness weighs heavily against the burning desire to become a hero.

I slowly stand up, my legs shaky but determined. As I start to walk, my mind replays the encounter with the Slime Villain and All Might's timely rescue. I feel a mixture of gratitude and frustration. Gratitude for being saved, and frustration at my own helplessness.

As I start making my way home again, All-Might's words still ringing in my head, I can't help but wonder how I can truly become a hero without a quirk. It's true that society places a great emphasis on quirks, and the thought of navigating this hero-filled world as a quirkless individual feels daunting and impossible.

But as I walk down the street, passing by shops and pedestrians, a new determination begins to burn within me. All Might's words echo in my mind, reminding me that heroes are not defined solely by their quirks. They are defined by their actions, their bravery, and their unwavering dedication to doing what is right.

I remember all the times I've watched heroes in action, using their quirks to save lives and protect the innocent. But I also recall the moments when they've shown incredible courage and resourcefulness without relying solely on their powers. They've used their intelligence, their strength of character, and their unwavering will to make a difference.

If heroes can make an impact without relying solely on their quirks, then so can I. It won't be easy, but I'm willing to put in the work and overcome any obstacles that come my way. Quirk or no quirk, I refuse to let it define me or limit my potential.

Suddenly an explosion knocks me out of my thoughts and I turn my head to see a cloud of smoke rising from a nearby Alley. Instinctively, I rush towards the chaos, All-Might's voice ringing in my head as I approach the scene. I see a crowd gathering, their faces marked by fear and confusion. Pushing through, I reach the heart of the commotion. There, in the midst of the smoke and debris, I see the Slime Villain again. But this time, he has a new victim – Katsuki Bakugo.

Bakugo, always so fierce and confident, is now struggling helplessly in the grip of the Slime Villain. His explosive quirk, so often used to bully and intimidate, is useless against the suffocating mass of slime. I can see the terror in his eyes, a look I've never seen on him before.

A wave of emotions hits me. Part of me wants to turn away, to leave Bakugo to his fate. He's been nothing but cruel to me. But another part, a stronger part, knows I can't just stand by. All Might's words ring in my ears – "...a hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes."

I can't ignore those words. Regardless of how Bakugo has treated me in the past, I can't let him suffer like this. My legs move on their own accord as I charge towards the Slime Villain, fueled by a newfound determination to prove myself.

As I run toward the villain I think back to page 25 of my burnt hero notes and fling my bookbag at the villains face some pencils' and books fall out and hit him in his eye

The pencils and books from my bookbag hit the Slime Villain, causing a momentary distraction. It's not much, but it's enough to make him loosen his grip on Bakugo slightly. Bakugo, seizing the opportunity, lets out a series of small explosions, trying to force the villain to release him.

I know my actions are a mere drop in the ocean compared to what a Pro Hero could do, but I can't just stand back. Every second counts, and if I can create even the slightest opening for Bakugo to escape, it's worth it.

I continue to run toward the Slime Villain, desperate to help in any way I can. My heart races, and my mind is a flurry of fear and determination. Despite my lack of a Quirk, I can't stand idly by while someone is in danger – not even Bakugo, who's always looked down on me.

As I close in, the villain still reeling from my School supplies hitting him in the eye. I start trying to digging Bakugo out of the slime villain, my hands desperately clawing at the gooey substance. The villain, momentarily disoriented from the assault of pencils and books, struggles to maintain his hold on Bakugo.

Bakugo, with his usual fiery spirit, fights back with every bit of strength he has left. His explosions create small openings in the villain's grip, and I use these moments to try and pull him free. My fingers are slick with the slime, and the stench of the villain's body is overwhelming, but I don't give up.

The Slime Villain, realizing that his hold on Bakugo is weakening, turns his attention towards me. I feel a surge of fear, but it's quickly replaced by a rush of adrenaline. This is my moment, my chance to truly make a difference, to act like the heroes I've always admired.

With a burst of courage I didn't know I had, I keep tugging at Bakugo, urging him to fight. "Come on, Bakugo! You can do it!" I yell, my voice hoarse with effort. Bakugo's eyes meet mine for a moment, and there's a flash of surprise in them, then it was replaced with Rage. "what the hell are you doing Deku!" he shouts, his voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion.

"I'm trying to help you, Bakugo!" I shout back, my voice straining with the effort. "We may not get along, but I can't just stand by and watch you suffer!"

Bakugo's eyes narrow, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and defiance. "I don't need your help, Deku!" he growls, his explosive quirk still creating small openings in the villain's grip. "I can handle this on my own!"

But I can see it in his eyes - the fear that lingers beneath his fierce exterior. He's scared, just like anyone would be in this situation. And despite the years of torment he's put me through, I can't turn my back on him now.

Ignoring Bakugo's protests, I continue to dig at the slime surrounding him. My hands ache, covered in the sticky substance that refuses to let go. Suddenly, the Slime Villain lashes out at me, his gooey limb aiming straight for my face. I brace myself for the impact, but it never comes. Instead, there's a flash of color and a gust of wind. All Might has returned, his powerful form a blur as he launches himself at the villain.

"All Might!" I cry out, relief washing over me.

The symbol of peace has arrived, filling the air with his overwhelming presence. His muscular form strikes fear into the heart of the Slime Villain, who recoils before the might of All Might's punch. with one swift move All-Might grabbed me and Kacchan and delivers a devastating punch to the villain that creates a massive shockwave causing the civilian's and heroes to take cover less the blow away and splatters the villain all down the small street.

Once the wind from shockwave dies down I feel a drop on my forehead first one then another and another. And when I looked up I notice that storm clouds had formed and it had started raining, All-Might had just changed the weather with a single punch. then in the distance i saw a bolt of lighting and the thunder that followed sounded as if the bolt had struck right in front of me.

The bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, casting a dramatic backdrop against the scene of chaos and heroism that had just unfolded. The thunder that followed resonated through the streets of Musutafu, echoing the intensity of the moment.

As All Might set us down, his gaze shifted between Bakugo and me. "You both showed great courage today," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Remember, true heroism is not just about strength, but about the will to act in the face of adversity."

Bakugo, still catching his breath, looked away, his expression a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. I, on the other hand, felt a sense of accomplishment, mixed with awe. To be acknowledged by All Might himself was more than I could have ever hoped for.

The rain started to pour down, washing away the remnants of the Slime Villain. The people around us began to emerge from their hiding spots, their expressions shifting from fear to relief. They started to cheer, celebrating the victory over the villain and the safety brought by All Might's intervention.

As the police arrived to secure the scene and ensure everyone's safety, All Might gave us one last nod before turning and leaping away.

Bakugo, still visibly shaken but trying to maintain his tough exterior, pushed past me without a word. I knew there would be no thanks from him, but that was okay. I hadn't acted for gratitude; I had acted because it was the right thing to do.

As I began to walk home, soaked from the rain, I replayed the day's events in my mind. I had faced a real villain, I had helped save someone, and I had stood alongside my hero, All Might. It was a surreal experience, one that I would never forget.

As I turned the last corner before my apartment building, a sudden gust of wind blew past me, bringing with it a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, I was face to face with All Might himself, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

His presence alone was enough to make me feel faint, but hearing his booming voice sent chills down my spine. "Young man," he addressed me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You have proven yourself today to be a true hero, despite your lack of a quirk. Your heart, courage, and determination set you apart."

A surge of pride and determination filled me as I listened to his words. "Do you really believe that, All Might?" I asked, my voice betraying my emotions.

He nodded confidently, his expression turning serious. "I have faith in you, young Midoriya," he declared. "And because of that, I have decided to pass on One For All to you. I know it will be a heavy burden, but I trust in your abilities."

The weight of those words settled on my shoulders, and I could feel the gravity of what was being bestowed upon me. But as I looked into All Might's unwavering gaze, I saw more than just the passing of a power - I saw belief in my potential as a hero.

With a deep breath, I met his gaze with determination shining in my own eyes. "I won't let you down," I vowed. "I'll become the best hero I can be."