"What the fuck was that, huh?"

Katsuki Bakugou didn't know he looked like an insane conspiracy theorist, but he didn't really care either. All he wanted to do was make clear his extreme dislike of the current situation, which was the much greater problem here. Simply put; Katsuki believed he had been lied to, and that the liar was in fact lying about one of the few things Katsuki held sacred. After all, Izuku Midoriya has been lying about power.

For all his life Katsuki had (falsely) assumed Izuku to lack power. The boy was Quirkless, which as far as Katsuki was concerned meant he was powerless. That was the nature of power, after all; the stronger your Quirk, the stronger the person. Hard work could only go so far; some people were simply born tougher, stronger, faster... better. This was simple to understand, and it was what Katsuki had spent his whole life believing. The strong reigned over the weak, protecting them but ultimately ruling over them.

Izuku had been the weakest of the weak... that was, until he had suddenly and sporadically become strong. Katsuki had just watched the video footage of his own defeat, his confusion obvious. Where had Izuku gotten that long pink jacket? How the hell had he disappeared under it like that, only to show up behind him? What the hell was that weird ghostly form over his own, with those giant ears and that freakish face?

Katsuki was pissed off about it all, and the fact that Izuku was in the nurse's office getting his arm repaired only made him more angry. And then that brought up another question; how the hell had he broken his arm? He sure as hell hadn't punched Katsuki with it, so when did he use his superhuman strength? Had he punched the air or something? That made even less sense!

"Young Bakugou, I can assure you we intend to find out exactly what suddenly gave young Midoriya this impressive new ability." All Might said, placing a massive hand on Katsuki's shoulder. "However, at the moment, he is recovering from his injuries. As such, we will have to be patient."

Katsuki nearly went off on another tirade, but a serious look from All Might and the realization that most of the rest of his class was staring at him saw him shut his mouth a moment later, though not without another moment's consideration for perhaps trying once again to explain his displeasure.

Several hours later, Izuku Midoriya was walking home in the rain, shortly after being interrogated as to the nature of his Quirk... or, Quirks now, he supposed. He ran a hand through the tangled green mess that was his hair hair, lamenting the fact he had forgotten to bring either an umbrella or a waterproof coat with him to school that morning. He sniffled, hugging his arms around himself.

Yes, an umbrella, he decided, would have been a wonderful thing to have.

This was shortly before the rain stopped. Or, more accurately, the rain stopped falling on him. He looked around, all around the deserted back street, and noticed that it had not stopped anywhere else. He blinked, holding a hand out, palm up. No water. No rain. Curious. Was this the work of his new Quirk somehow? He wasn't sure how 'teleporting by being between things' translated to 'stopping rain in mid air', but both seemed about to make the same amount of sense when he thought about them.

Then he realized there was a shadow falling upon him in the dim, watery light, and decided to look up. Above him was a young man, perhaps about his age, who was sort of laying on the rain. As in, the rain had apparently chosen to stop, in mid-air, dozens of droplets, and he was laying atop them. Izuku blinked once, then twice, before looking back around himself to make sure there was nobody around perhaps using a Quirk to make him hallucinate. Was this the side effect of the minor painkiller Recovery Girl had forced down his throat before he left? Hallucinating boys his age laying on the raindrops?

That sounded almost like song lyric, spoken aloud. But he chose to ignore that and simply raise a hand in greeting, entirely too fed up with all the strange happenings of the day to really show any fear or concern.

"Hello." he said, waving. "Who are you?"

The boy in the sky froze, before suddenly jerking up to his feet. He was a tall, lithesome fellow, wearing a rubbery black raincoat that was perhaps more like a poncho with sleeves, carrying an umbrella in his right hand. At his hip hung a white mask, like a goalie's mask in hockey (Izuku and his mother watched the olympics whenever they came around, excited to see all the amazing Quirks on display) decorated with a painted-on rainbow over the mouth-holes.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" the boy proclaimed, falling from the sky with a dull thud and landing on his feet, rising up and brandishing a black umbrella in his right hand. "I forgot to announce my presence sir, a hundred apologies!"

"You are... forgiven?" Izuku replied, blinking twice again. "Wait... um... who are you exactly?"

The boy clapped a hand to his forehead, loud enough to make Izuku wince, before bowing deeply at the waist with one arm crossed over his stomach. He held this stance for a long moment, before straightening up again and bowing his head before speaking.

"I am so sorry, sir." he said. "I am Blackmore, sir. Former aid and bodyguard to President Valentine, sir, before I... died, sir. I spent some time floating in an abyss, sir, with nothing around me. It was quite calm, actually, very relaxing. Then a figure appeared before me, sir, very much like President Valentine's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, sir. It touched a hand to my head, and I knew then who you are, sir. It then punched me in the chest, sir, and I found myself somewhere else entirely."

"You..." Izuku closed his eyes for a second. "I... you... okay. So you were... dead?"

"Yes, sir." replied Blackmore, nodding politely.

"Somebody killed you?" Izuku guessed.

"Yes, sir, a pair of men, sir, and a young woman named Lucy Steel, sir." Blackmore explained. "The woman shot me, sir, many times."

Izuku stared for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Okay..." he said. "So... what do you want?"

"I want for nothing, sir." Blackmore replied. "I know only that I must serve you as you please, sir, in anything you require. I was President Valentine's man, sir, and now I shall be yours. Sorry, sir, I should not be presumptuous, sir. I shall be your man, sir, if it pleases you, sir."

Izuku sighed, glancing all around at the street again. He wasn't sure what to do, not at all; Blackmore seemed to be a nice fellow, though the way he kept calling him sir and apologizing made him feel a little strange. It was dually empowering and yet also guilt-inducing; it was obvious Blackmore simply wanted to serve. So Izuku nodded.

"Alright... just, um... follow me." Izuku said. "And, uh, could you use your umbrella?"

"Of course, sir!" Blackmore popped the umbrella open, showing Izuku that it had a strangely thick central stem. "Gather close, sir, I'm so sorry I did not consider getting you under cover sooner, sir. A hundred apologies, sir."

"It's fine..." Izuku replied, before leading Blackmore to his home.

When he arrived, looking a drowned rat, with a pale young man with a long blonde ponytail beside him, his ever-adaptable and loving mother took one look at them and then nodded.

"Dinner for three, Izuku?" she asked, and Izuku just nodded. "Who's your friend?"

"Actually, ma'am, I am Master Izuku's assistant." Blackmore said, before Izuku could get a word in edgewise. "Blackmore, ma'am, the pleasure is mine."

Blackmore offered Izuku's mother a hand to shake, and she simply looked at it for a moment before smiling a large, maternal smile and taking his hand in her own. She held it in both hands, shaking it for a moment, before Blackmore bowed down again. Izuku stared, as did his mother, and Blackmore took a step back by the door with his umbrella neatly re-folded, the point between his feet and the handle in his hands.

"Izuku, sweetie... is he alright?" Inko Midoriya asked, looking at her son with visible concern in her expression.

Izuku shrugged.

"I... mom, some weird stuff happened today." Izuku admitted.

"Oh, come on dear, you've gotten into all sorts of shenanigans before." Inko replied, smiling. "This can't be anything that bizarre."

"I was saved from certain death by a former president of the United States, before he gave me his Quirk that lets me teleport when I'm between two objects." Izuku declares. "And also a really nice pink coat. Apparently the same President or somebody like him also brought Blackmore over and put him in this world after he spent some time being dead after being shot by a girl in the eighteen-nineties. He also thinks it's his job to be my bodyguard or something."

Inko blinked twice. Her son had inherited the gesture from her, after all.

"Oh." she said, finally. "I see."

Author's Note

This story isn't meant to be taken serious; at least, not that much. This is very much a fun little project for me, something that combines two things I really like. Don't expect deep human drama, please; expect fun battles and semi-comedic banter, and maybe just a touch of intrigue even though even I, your author, don't really have a clue what's going to happen beyond 'Izuku and friends wreck face and get face-wrecked in return'.

Also, giving Kirishima a cool friend. He deserves one of those, since Bakugo is sort of an awful person most of the time.

Beyond that; here's my favourite Jojo's character of all time; Blackmore! I love Blackmore. A lot. He's awesome, his Stand is cool, he's a very good boy who deserves hugs, and he gets to see Jesus! Who couldn't love somebody like that? Also, we have something major in common, which I won't elaborate on since it's less a confirmed story-detail and more a fan-theory.

Beyond that; hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you with the next one!