Good In Evil
By: SomeRandomPerson648
Chapter 3: Training Season
A/N: Hey guys! It looks like I'm finally able to channel some of my old energy back for writing, and with it I won't be posting months at a time! Regardless, for those that are new please be wary of my upload times, they tend to get hazy from time to time. Anyway, with that out of the way enjoy!
Days pass at a time with no real difference between them. The same as ever occurs again and again, only this time with slight distinctions
With Izuku's new position as a Villain he finds himself exploring the cityscape very often. With notebook on hand he writes down every quirk he can find and even talks to the quirk user on occasion. When he became a villain he expected to find himself in a deep, dark room working to the bone on research and strategies to take down the heroes. Instead, he just found himself outside twice as often
As far as school life went, it was the same as ever for poor Izuku. Even though Bakugo rarely picks on him anymore, his distance is still felt inside of him. Otherwise, he still gets the occasional bully to pass by, or a stray joke that's designed to make fun of him. But unlike before, Izuku is hopeful for his future, as unlikely and as treacherous as it seems. Because while before he could only dream of being a hero, he knew that he was going to change the world...somehow
Inko, on the other hand, enjoyed seeing the progress her son made in his mental health. He went back to smiling normally, as he always did before. He was growing, and while he was rarely at home anymore, he was doing much better than before. She didn't know why he left so often, or even what he plans on doing now that he doesn't want to be a hero, but that doesn't matter for the moment. Right now her son needed a chance to breathe, to fully express himself and grow away from the kid that was so unnaturally obsessed with heroes
On one day, nearly a week after Izuku's fated meeting...
"I'm going out again mom!" Izuku shouted by the entrance, already out of his school clothes and into a dark green hoodie with a navy blue shirt, black pants and his favorite red shoes
"Okay! Stay safe!" His mother shouted back
Without another word Izuku walked out the door and through the apartment complex, taking the same route he always took
"I almost forgot that it's been a while since I've seen Sensei." Came the thought. "I've been improving my note taking and hand writing for a whole week, but I still haven't been trained like he promised. Am I doing something wrong?"
The boy inspected the contents of his notes and sifted through them to see what his figurative problem was. His initial new set of notes were now improved, not only including the weaknesses, strategies and strengths that he left out, but also much more detail in his barebones notes. By this point he'd done so much note taking, observing, brainstorming before bed and copy/pasting old notes, that he was already on his third journal
"I've done so much work in such a short time. When will I finally get to train?" He thought as he walked down the stairs."I've been doing the same thing I've always been doing before, what's so different now?"
He was interrupted, however, by bumping into a tall man while he wasn't looking. He shifted back and looked up to see that it was Kurogiri, wearing the exact same outfit he always wore
"Oh! Sorry, I wasn't looking."
"That's alright Midoriya." The shadow man accepted. "I see you're out on assignment again. Wasn't it less than half an hour ago that you returned from school?"
"Yeah, I just finished eating." The boy responded, a little flustered. "I've been working on my notes like Sensei told me to, and I've been doing a lot of research as is to make sure I don't disappoint."
"Amazing. That's his third book already." Kurogiri was almost baffled, seeing the new, red notebook in his hands. "He's so eager to be accepted."
"But what's up? If you're here where I live then there must be something important."
"That you are correct. Master himself asked that I take you to see him and his guest. Afterwards, he asked that you stay over for special training."
"Training!" Midoriya thought, his eyes glowing a little as he placed his notebook into his jacket. This is what he was waiting for!!
"Right! Then lets go!" Izuku exclaimed, chipper than ever. He was finally going to train, he was waiting for the moment since forever ago
Seeing his enthusiasm, Kurogiri wasted no time as he used his ability to warp him and Izuku away from the district all together
Elsewhere in a surprisingly well lit bar, there stood two people inside, waiting to be introduced to their new guest. The building, much unlike All for One's other facilities, was well lit with warm light and featured a bar stocked with alcohol, though none of the usual residents drank any of it. The bar itself was one of All for One's special recreational buildings, meant for meetings or light chatter with important clients, but as of late it's become his pupil's special hangout
Standing tall and proud was the aforementioned All for One who wore in addition to his usual black suit a thick black collar that acted as his special life support, helping him breathe. Over the collar he also wore a black mask with the outline of a skull. Surprisingly, the imposing figure of All for One along with his black mask were still just as threatening and menacing as ever, regardless of the fact that he was not encased in darkness as per usual
"When is he gonna get here?" The boy next to him asked impatiently
His original pupil, Tomura Shigaraki, stood beside him. He wore a back shirt with black pants and bright red shoes, though what made him stand out were the various dead hands that gripped onto his arms and head in many places, and his flaky skin and unkept blue hair made him appear like a zombie. Though he was still young, his skin, hair and face completely hidden by a dead hand masked his real age by a few years
"Patience Tomura."
Soon the warp villain appeared before them as expected and standing beside him was an unusually excited Izuku who, upon looking at both his master and the guest in question, received goosebumps all throughout his body, erasing his chipper attitude
"Are those real hands?!" He panicked as he stared directly at Tomura, wide eyed. The young man in turn only huffed
"I'm glad you could make it Midoriya, it's been quite some time since I've last seen you, I hope you've kept well." All for One greeted, unfreezing Izuku from his panic
"I-er...Yes Sensei!" Izuku shouted as he bowed respectfully, humoring All for One but annoying Tomura
"Is this really master's pet project? He's just some kid." He thought, disappointed. Although his facial expression was hidden, he was scowling behind his mask. He could be gaming, but instead he had to meet some nervous wreck of a kid
"No need for such formality Izuku, I'm only your master." All for One instructed, allowing Izuku to raise his head. He still feared his master even in a well lit room
"This here is my other pupil, Tomura Shigaraki." He introduced by placing a hand over the boy's shoulder. "He will be your ally, and like you he is still learning many things, so don't be afraid."
Trying to lighten the mood, Izuku reached out his hand towards the boy. "Hi...I'm Izuku Midoriya."
Instead of shaking his hand, the boy only stared blankly at it in contempt, though it was masked behind the creepy hand he wore
"I'm sorry but Tomura here can't shake your hand due to his quirk. An unfortunate circumstance to be sure."
"O-Oh. Sorry."
"What kind of quirk does he have that doesn't let me shake his hand?"
"Well, with introductions out of the way I believe I must make my exit, there are many things that call for my attention." All for One informed. "Kurogiri will oversee your tour and further training. I expect good things from you Izuku, as you've well since displayed your progress to me."
Without another word All for One created a strange black sludge that enveloped him before disappearing out of thin air, much like Kurogiri does only much more disgusting
There was a small moment of awkward silence between the remaining three as Izuku tried to ease the tension
"So...do you live here?" He asked the strange boy in front of him
"Shut up. You're annoying." He stated as he wordlessly walked over to the couch that was left in front of the T.V. He pulled from a small box beside him two black colored remotes, one for the T.V and the other for a gaming console that was sat beside the T.V
"Please pardon him, he's very easy to aggravate." Kurogiri excused. "But as Master said, I should introduce you to the facilites around this bar, all of which I'm sure you'll find useful."
"Right, and about the training..."
"Patience Midoriya, all will come in due time."
Near the heart of Tokyo, a few miles away from the famed school for Heroes UA, there walked two of its students after a long day of school. Two second-years walked back to their apartments where they stayed temporarily, far from their original homes
The first of the two boys was named Tamaki Amajiki, a second year at UA in the hero course much like his best friend beside him. He had spiked purple hair, pointed ears and he wore his normal school uniform. Due to his quirk he was regarded to have lots of potential compared to others, but his shyness and general confidence weighed heavily on him, noticable in his constant slouch and inability to hold a conversation with strangers
The second was Mirio Togata, also a second year at UA and taking the heroes course. He had blonde hair that created a spike at the front, as well as deep blue eyes and a persistent smile on his face that revealed his easy going nature. Unlike his friend, he wasn't highly regarded by his class for anything. As useful as his quirk was, he still needed a lot of training in order to use it to its fullest, but it would take a mountain of time and effort for that to ever happen
"Class was extra hard today wasn't it? With finals rearing around the corner I got to step my game up if I want to pass." Mirio sighed, feeling a little down on his luck. Unlike most schools, UA took much more practical application than it did academic, which could spell disaster for those who still didn't have a good grip on their quirks yet...like him
"Please don't remind me, just thinking about it scares me." Tamaki shuddered. "By the way, have you applied for any agency lately?"
"No, not yet." Mirio sighed again. "I know I should get to work while I practice using my quirk, but I've been training for so much without direction that its finally starting to weigh on me."
"Come on don't say that, you're supposed to be the positive one." Tamaki retorted. "You can't just wait for the chance to come by, you gotta start these things as early as you can if you want to become a hero any quicker. Like you've told me a hundred times before."
Their friendship, as strange as it was, began long before UA. When they were just kids Mirio was always the one who took charge and stood up for Tamaki, while the other could only watch as he grew in strength and in personality. But as of late he's been feeling a little desperate, since even though his second year at UA was almost up he couldn't truly feel the progress that he was making, like he wasn't really growing into the hero he wanted to be
"Yeah, I guess so. Still, I'm sure it won't be too long before I can get the hang of my power. Right?"
"I guess my lack of confidence finally rubbed off on him..." Tamaki could only assume, feeling like a burden for his friend. While Mirio was always the one to pick him up while he was down, he himself couldn't return the favor, as frustrating as it was
"I know I've grown a lot," Mirio thought, "but there's so much I'm missing to become a hero. I know I can get stronger...but I just can't feel it..."
As they neared their destination, they entered an apartment complex that was similar to any other one. But as they were about to go up the flight of stairs they noticed something peculiar
"Hey Mirio, I think you got mail."
"Really? I do?" He asked, rounding back to see a paper sticking out of the apartment mailbox by the entrance, specifically coming from the one with his apartment number
The two curious boys walked over and collected the mail, a mysterious envelope that opened to reveal an address to Mirio. And it came from...
"...You got scouted out by the Nighteye agency?" Amajiki asked, trying to understand the letter. Potential? Nighteye? "Hold on a second. The Nighteye agency? As in Sir Nighteye?"
"All Might's former sidekick Nighteye?" Mirio finished the other's thought, their excitement slowly growing before it finally boiled over as he shouted to the sky, ecstatic with the news. Even his friend couldn't help but grin from the news, the answer to his friend's problem
"Holy crap! This is it! My big moment!" Mirio exclaimed as he held the paper high into the air
"For your talent and potential? That's so awesome!" His friend cheered lightly, unable to help himself from Mirio's excitement
The two celebrated for a minute or so before Mirio was hit with a few important questions
"...Hold on. They reached out to me? How did I manage that?" He asked himself. "And why now after the school year is nearly over?"
As unbelievable as the news was, there were also a strange set of circumstances surrounding it. Why would the Nighteye agency be scouting out new talent now so late into the UA school year? And why him, a slightly above average student?
"Its not rare that agencies contact you. That's how I got into the Fat Gum agency." Tamaki reminded his friend. "As for why now...that one you'd have to ask yourself."
"But...I don't think I've worked hard enough to deserve something like this." Mirio thought, gripping the letter in his hands. This truly was a gift from God himself, a new opportunity. It felt so...unearned
"Shut up. Don't talk like that." Tamaki retorted, now in a serious and slightly angry tone. "You've worked harder than anyone I know to get where you are now, so don't say that you haven't. I can't let you talk like that, don't take yourself lightly."
Mirio was only impressed with his friend's seriousness, displaying his strong set of beliefs. As shy as he was, he was quick to defend his beliefs and those of his friends, almost forgetting the anxiety he had stored within to jump to the defence. It was admirable, especially for a boy like him who lacked so much confidence that it was a miracle he still lived
"Right. Thanks!" Mirio smiled, making his friend smile warmly in return. "Still, I wonder what they want from me."
"Who knows, but it says you gotta meet Sir Nighteye himself tomorrow. Maybe you can tell me how it goes after school." Amajiki suggested as he walked up the stairs, disappearing from sight and leaving Mirio to ponder his own thoughts
"My potential huh?"
It didn't take long for the tour to end, visiting a few buildings that were owned by All for One. The small verity of buildings were all on the same block, and the surrounding area was also abandoned for better cover. Since Kurogiri was Tomura and now Izuku's private transport they didn't have to worry about accidentally revealing their base's location, but even so the entire block lacked cameras unlike the more populated areas of town, as well as people for that matter
The first building was a hotel, old and a bit dusty with less than fifty rooms in total. There Tomura had a room somewhere within the building, and while most of the building was left unused, it looked well enough for an 'abandoned' hotel. It was also promising for Izuku because if he ever wanted to, he could stay the night for more training or exploring
The second was a simple warehouse with nothing inside. The metal beams and structure itself was a little rusted and dusty, but it existed to serve its purpose as a front for potential meetings, or to just store things
The last of the buildings was another warehouse, only this time there were a few distinctions. A large corner of the place was covered with plastic mats on the floors and walls, and across from that were a few benches with weights of different kinds and sizes as well as a pull-up bar. Beside that were dart boards, targets, training dummies and punching bags. The entire facility was repurposed for training in different manners and ways, which Izuku wasn't too sure who these were for other than himself
While Izuku wasn't shown the entire town all at once he was given the base's location on a map, which was a whole two cities away from where he lived. Maybe one day he could explore the city itself, but not today. Today he had training to get to...
As the two entered the last of the three buildings Izuku found himself strangely impressed by the hideout. It wasn't a matter of the quality or quantity of the buildings, but the simple fact that someone could hide from the heroes in plain sight was scary in a way
"Wow. Do you guys use these to train?" Izuku asked curiously. As of now the only people he knew were Sensei, Tomura and Kurogiri, and non of which looked as though they would use these sorts of things
"Not at all." Kurogiri responded. "I cannot train my raw strength like others can, and neither can Tomura. But Sensei bought these recently for you."
"He got me my own gym equipment?"
"He also apologizes if the material is inadequate, and that newer and much better equipment will arrive overtime."
"That's alright, thank you very much" Izuku bowed, flattered that his Sensei went through such trouble for his training
"I'm glad to hear it." Kurogiri answered before he cleared his throat, getting Izuku's full attention. "Master left me to instruct your training and your growth, but for now...show me what you can do." He ordered, though the order itself was a bit strange
There was an awkward pause between the two, confusing Izuku. "Um...show you what I can do?"
"Hit me, Midoriya. I want you to hit me."
"Oh! Right!" He said as he prepared a 'stance' of sorts
Although he sees heroes fight on the regular and even knows some of their techniques he still didn't understand how to fight on his own. He knew what a punch was and how to do it, but not when to throw it, so to speak. His stance was also all off, mimicking a hero he once saw as he placed his hands to his sides and stared at Kurogiri, in a bracing manner rather than an attacking one
"He's entirely out of his element here, replicating only what he sees from the heroes." Kirogiri observed as his hands remained behind his back casually
Without another word Izuku charged after the Warp villain, running as fast as he could before he threw his right arm after the mist man. But rather than hit anything, Kurogiri evaporated as he teleported behind Izuku, making him stumble forward. He was left baffled as he struggled to recover, only to feel a cold slap hit him from the back of the head
"Ow! That hurt." Izuku complained as he turned to see his trainer
"I never once said that it would be easy." He teased playfully
"Then this just got much harder than I realized." Izuku analyzed as he took up a better stance, putting his hands to the ground and crouching low for a potential burst of speed
Again he ran after Kurogiri and yet again he missed his attack, getting slapped in the back of the head. He turned around and tried the same tactic again, only for history to repeat itself a few times over. No matter what methods or stances Izuku came up with he just couldn't run fast enough to catch the villain, nor could he recover in time for the counterattack
"This is impossible! I can't run fast enough to catch him when he escapes, and I'm always open to his attack." He thought, seeing the clear flaw in his repeated tactic. There was no way that he could even hope to catch the teleporting villain, much less the way he was now. But if he could just see another way to hit him...
As Izuku took a step back to think a little more he accidentally stepped on a small five pound dumbbell that was left on the floor, perplexing him. Kurogiri never said he couldn't use objects around him to his advantage...
"I got it!"
Quickly, Izuku picked up the light weight beside him and threw it at Kurogiri, making his use his quirk yet again to effortlessly avoid the attack. As he appeared behind the boy and readied his hand for his counter, Izuku ducked in the nick of time, spinning around to deliver a quick punch to Kurogiri's gut...which did nothing
Rather than feel good over his achievement, Izuku was shocked to find out that his attack had absolutely no effect on the man. He knew his body was nimble and all but...no effect? He didn't even flinch!
"Impressive, you saw right through the pattern. As expected from a boy like you." Kurogiri complimented, more focused on the positive than the negative. The entire point of the warm up was to test Izuku's smarts, since his brawn was nowhere near close to his. Not because of any quirk, but because Izuku was far too fraile for a kid as is
"I don't get it, was that all I've got?" Izuku wondered, hopeless that his 'punch' was so weak
"That's indeed true for the moment. But there's a reason why you need training. No one begins their journey perfect after all."
"...That's good to know. Thanks!" Izuku replied, slightly more motivated in himself. He was right, surely someone like All Might had to train before he became so strong!
As the boy began his exercises, Kurogiri payed close attention to the kid's weaknesses and strengths. He was personally instructed to help Izuku go as far as he could possibly go without a quirk, to break his limits. It confused him as to why he needed to do these things, since All for One could simply grant Midoriya a quirk without the need to prepare beforehand
Whatever it was that All for One planned, he wasn't privy to it, but Kurogiri did as he told. For now, it was his job to oversee Izuku, and he will do so effectively and efficiently
The next day, many miles away from the school of UA stood a large five story building, the headquarters of the Sir Nighteye agency. Compared to the rest of the buildings nearby it didn't stand out as much as one would expect, matching the same height as most other buildings around and being made of an identical structure as all the others. To the uninformed, one would've easily passed the building as nothing more than another office place of sorts. But to people such as Mirio, the building stood tall and imposing before him as he stared into the glass with awe and nervousness
The teenage boy traveled an hour by train to get to the agency, which was a real pain to deal with the crowd traffic and the distance from UA, but when he arrived he could feel his heart skip a beat. This was it...
"I can't believe Sir Nighteye sought me out. Can he see something about me?" He asked himself as he gripped the sides of his pants
While he was by no means an All Might superfan, he knew that Sir Nighteye was All Might's former sidekick who could predict the future in a way. Why he of all people would seek out an unassuming kid like Mirio was a mystery, but it filled him with an odd sense of confidence that he was spotted by someone so big, while stripping away his normal positive attitude. He had to take this seriously...
Once the nervousness subsided a little, Mirio was able to force himself through the glass doors of the office space and into the lobby...where he saw absolutely nothing of interest. Not that the place wasn't vibrating with busy activities like the receptionists answering phone calls or people walking from one place to the next, but to anyone else it looked like a standard day at an office than a hero agency
"Then again I didn't know what to expect," The boy shrugged as he felt the tension ease away from him. Compared to the one other time he had a work study earlier the same year, the building wasn't too different from other agency buildings either
"Oh hey you made it!" A voice said from the nearby, making Mirio turn to face the source of the noise
Walking towards him was a skantily dressed, blue skinned woman wearing what could be guessed as her hero uniform. She had deep blue hair with grey eyes, and wore a see-through gas mask over her face. She wore a white and blue shirt that cut just below her slightly exposed breasts as well as dark blue gloves over her hands. She had extremely small white shorts with an open zipper that only slightly covered her black leggings that went under her large white boots. While she did reveal a lot of skin for a hero, it wasn't rare for female heroes to be loosely dressed either because of their quirks or to simply attract a specific audience, though the former was certainly the case over the latter
"Hi, I'm Kaoruko Awata, Sir Nighteye's sidekick, but call me Bubble Girl!" She introduced herself. "You must be Mirio."
"Um, yeah I am. How did you know?"
"Sir Nighteye expected you, so he sent me to fetch you." She explained easily. "Follow me, I'll take you to see him."
Without any delay Bubble Girl brought Mirio to Nighteye's personal quarters, another office space that was at the fifth and final floor of the building. As they traveled Mirio could feel his ever increasing tension rise slowly as he got closer and closer to Nighteye's office
"Hey, take it easy! You don't get anything from overthinking." The woman advised Mirio bluntly, sensing the stress he was under. It was common for her to see others get intimidated by Nighteye, so by this point she was only repeating something she'd say to newcomers
Mirio heeded her advice as he forced a few deep breathes, though still a little shaky. He didn't know what to expect, and by this point the nerves were getting to him
"Thanks..." He thanked before they finally reached the door to the office
There was a long moment of hesitation as Mirio stared at the door, lacking a lot of the confidence that he was usually well known for having. It was so incredibly intimidating for him to take such a big leap all of a sudden. What if he looked stupid in front of him?!
"...Hey. Do you...have any advice I could borrow? I'm feeling a bit scared right now." He chuckled light heartedly, forcing a weak smile
The blue woman chuckled in her response, seeing the young teenager so filled with nervousness. "Just smile, make a joke or two! Sir loves people who can act casually under pressure."
"Make a joke?" Mirio asked himself, surprised as he took a second to bridle his nerves, albeit a bit unsuccessful
"Act casually...I got it. Thanks!" He said as he entered the room before he could regret his decision
When he entered, the first thing he noticed was that the office space, though it looked much like any other, was also chock-full of All Might merchandise and memorabilia. From posters, to a few dolls on a shelf, to even a cardboard cutout, the room had a pretty heavy dose of All Might within, reminiscent of Nighteye's ties to him
And sitting on the desk rather impatiently was the man himself, tall and skinny with small yellow glasses. He had dark green hair with strands of yellow as well as intense yellow eyes. He also wore a light grey suit with a polka dot tie. As strange as he looked, the most important aspect was his serious expression that was always highlighted by the occasional shine of his glasses
"...Um... Hi, I'm Mirio Togata. Sorry to, um, catch you by surprise, though I guess nothing catches you off guard huh?" Mirio tried to ease the tension, as the Pro Hero sat completely still, seemingly uncaring
"...So...you wanted to see me..?" Mirio silenced himself, feeling his skin crawl out of embarrassment
There was an awkward moment of silence as the still hero remained so, carefully analyzing Mirio from where he sat before he stood up from his chair, knowing everything he needed
"Firstly, you don't need to introduce yourself, I already know very well who you are." He lectured, making Mirio swallow his own spit. "You're a student at UA High School under the hero course, an overall average student with average grades and a decent quirk."
"Guess I'm really making a fool of myself." Mirio thought as he could feel Nighteye's intense gaze staring at him
"And secondly...you get a C on remaining casual, though to be fair you've already entered a potentially hostile situation willing to lighten up. Acceptable." He continued analyzing, which surprised Mirio. So acting casual was the way to go?
"...Sorry what?"
"My sidekick was correct in telling you that I value people who can act casually under stress, because people like All Might are vital in keeping the peace around the world, and one of his key aspects is his ability to handle stress with ease. That's why I value a more casual approach to heroing." The man explained, answering a question that Mirio had. And before he could even ask his second he was already answering it
"You want to know why I applied you to my agency?"
"Y-yeah! How'd you know?"
"Basic intuition." He responded. "But as to why I wanted to invite you personally..."
Without much of a word the man placed a hand behind Mirio's neck, purple light shining from his arm as he stared deeply into his eyes. Before him he saw a short glimpse of a future, a young man with blonde hair, a white suit and a red cape striking the same pose as All Might, taking up his stance both literally and symbolically
"He was right in sending him here. I can see a bright future ahead of him." Nighteye thought
*Days Earlier*
"You want me to train Mirio Togata?" Nighteye found himself asking through the phone as he stared at a file of UA high school records
"That's right. I've made my decision on the future of One for All. I'm sure if you look into the file further you'll see just why." The voice of Toshinori Yagi, or 'All Might' spoke through the phone. It's been years since they've spoken to each other, so for him to call out of the blue was certainly strange
Sure enough the clairvoyant was able to see the reason behind this. Mirio, as described by the file, was known as a lighthearted teenager with a general do good attitude. While his quirk was quite powerful for its current standing, it was another part that intrigued the green haired man
"His goal is to save a million lives huh? That's quite the ambition for a boy like him."
"That's true. But it's that sort of thinking that I'm looking for in the next symbol of peace. Someone who doesn't want to be a hero for the benefits but for the sole sake of saving lives." All Might stated
"Hmm." Nighteye conceded. He too could see why Mirio was chosen, and with potential like his it was only the current matter of making him more powerful. "So. You want me to prepare him as a vessel for One for All do you?"
"It's not just that," he said, "I want you to release all of his hidden potential, to make him as strong as he can be on his own. And only then will I feel comfortable in passing down this power."
"He definitely has room to grow, that's for certain." He thought as he walked back to his chair
"I wanted you to come here because I can see the potential within you. You may be an average student at the moment, but you're convictions are what interest me."
"My convictions?" Mirio thought, before coming to the realization of what he meant. "Oh! My hero name!"
"With my training," he continued, "you'll become much stronger than you are now. With my guidance you can achieve your dream of saving a million lives and more."
"Really? You mean it!?"
"Of course. I see a great future ahead of you, and it's because of that I'm willing to train you to become the best version of yourself."
Suddenly, Sir Nighteye pulled an application paper that he stored in his desk, already filed out with as much information as he could add about Mirio, and lacked everything minus the boy's signature and the hero's stamp of approval
And with little hesitation, he pulled out a stamp as well and slammed it to the sheet of paper, engraving it with the logo for his hero agency into it. The notion deeply shocked Mirio. Was he really so motivated that he accepted Mirio almost instantly?
"With this stamp you're now my official pupil, and as such I expect nothing less than your very best and more." Sir Nighteye proclaimed before glaring at Mirio with a shine in his glasses
"Now, prove yourself."
Back in the district of Musutafu, an obnoxious blonde middle schooler laid in his bed, bored out of his mind. His room was fairly plain for a boy like him, just a bed, white walls, a poster here and there, and a desk with his computer. But there were also one or two other things that stood out, a drum set in the corner of the room that he rarely used, a small bookshelf with various books ranging from comics, to even cooking books that his parents gave him. He had a wide assortment of tastes that were hard to pinpoint, and one could never tell from a boy like him unless he were to show you, which he never did
As of late things have been going pretty smoothly for him, grades were high, the school year was nearly over, and the UA tryouts were in only a handful of months away. Pretty soon he'll have to start training both his body and quirk for the tryouts
"I'll be the only one in this stinkin' town that applies now that Deku finally gave up." He realized, huffing as he thought so
That green haired 'friend' of his pissed him off more than anyone else, and it wasn't just because he was a nerd. His dreams were the same as his, wanting to become a great hero in the future, but to think of something so bold, so terrifying whilst being so powerless filled him with such an unreasonable amount of rage. Only people like him could dream of being a hero, having such a powerful quirk compared to all of the rest, it was practically destiny. Luckily, Deku finally caught his senses recently and pulled his applications, which pleased him
"He'd better if he knows what's good for him." He thought before finally calming down. With Deku out of his way, there was no need to worry about something so unreasonable. Soon he, as well as every other extra in his town, will fade into the background as he, Katsuki Bakugo, rises above the ranks
"They say that only less than one percent of applicants enter. But with a power like mine, I'll be sure to enter." Bakugo thought confidently, though there were hidden doubts inside of him that held him back
For one, there were thousands of other participants. While his quirk was strong, he didn't know how strong others can be. That said, there were also some that got into UA through recommendations, which limited the amount of spots that were available already
Secondly, people still ragged on him about the slime villain incident from a week ago. Since he made headline news and he was saved by All Might himself he doubted that his name would leave people's minds anytime soon. Which was just annoying. His mother was his biggest critic of them all. 'Be stronger next time' she'd say
Then again it was true for his case. Had he been stronger, had his quirk been more developed, he never would've been captured in the first place. And now he had that mark on him, a scar for all to see and know him as. 'The helpless boy who was saved by All Might that one time.'
"Tch, like hell I will!!" He raged, slamming a coiled fist into his soft bed, small sparks danced in his palm as he did so
Now was about time he took action, that he make a name for himself. UA was the first step towards his bright future, the step that everyone keeps nagging him about. He was destined to be the next number one, and with a power like his he was sure of it. He will get into UA, and he will crush those tryouts!
"But you can't just get things done by dreaming." He scolded himself, jumping from his bed. "You need the drive to get shit done, and the power to back it up. And unlike everyone else, I got both."
Hyping himself up he went into his closet to change clothes, and soon he was wearing a black track suit with small flame designs around for more flair, as well as black tennis shoes. In a pocket he also kept a few empty balloons for a small idea he had, one involving his quirk. It was crude, but there was no harm in trying, or at least no harm for him
But before heading out his door the blonde boy looked at the mirror that was posted against a wall. He stared intensely at his figure, marking down every attribute and flaw that he could pick apart before leaving. He's changed a lot since he was a boy, and it greatly showed in his lack of a genuine smile, replaced by a cocky smirk that he flashed to himself, be it to display his confidence...or hide his fear
"This is the start of everything." He thought. "After I'm done, I'll blow everyone out of the competition, and I'll be the new number one!" He thought as he soon made his way out of his house
His goals were set long before he himself made them, it was fate that he would grow into the person that everyone expected him to become. Strong, tough, powerful. It was in his nature, in his quirk, that he'd become a great man. By now he was only reminding himself of what he wanted to do, what he was meant to do, and that was to grow up to be the person everyone said he'd be