So, I want to thank all of you for the support on the first chapter. I'm glad all of you like it so much! I'm gonna try to update this every Monday. Keep it weekly. Anyway, reviews are always encouraged. And, as is standard here, I will reply to all reviews.
A. Robinson: I fully intend to continue
SSJDark Drakus: I'm making this realistically dark, if that makes sense. Less..happy go lucky, like a lot of the early series is, and fall more into the later seasons darkness, if that makes sense
Lucifers Descendant: I'm glad you're on board with the ship, it is by far my favorite as well. And the whole Lich from Adventure Time reference was on purpose. It's not a crossover, just somewhat taking the idea of the what the Lich can do and apply it here. It'll show in some of Izuku's costume/name decisions later on as well.
3 months later
-DMJ-
"Okay, Izuku, remember, be safe, and I know you didn't really get your full highschool experience, so I left you some protection, and some books, and I also left you a lot of things from your childhood, some of your All Might figures, just in ca-"
"Mom." Izuku says, somewhat exasperated as he smiles, putting his hands lightly on her shoulders.
In the three months since Izuku had shown back up in his family's lives, it was full of them doing things they had missed. Inko insisted on having his 16th, 17th, and 18th birthdays all at once, throwing a massive celebration where Izuku got, in his opinion, way too many gifts. He also reconnected with one Katuski Bakugo. And it went...not how he expected.
"Izuku." Bakugo says, his voice hoarse, eyes shocked as Izuku, now standing a fair amount taller than the boy, looks at him with a bit of surprise in his eyes. 'Izuku'? Where was the 'Stupid Deku'?
To his immense shock, Bakugo wraps the larger boy in a hug, nearly crushing Izuku's ribs, despite not having a strength quirk. Izuku, lightly, returns the hug.
As it turns out, seeing how Midoriya's family reacted to the loss of their son, and realizing that he had advocated for that, via suicide, Bakugo made a change. He was still he arrogant, snappy, angry blond firecracker he had always been, but he was also less of an asshole now. He was also wildly impressed at Izuku's power, and got a wild, competitive grin when Izuku told him he was going to U.A. university.
Speaking of which. Early move in day was upon them. So now, Izuku stood outside his dorm, unloading his stuff from the back of Jujenshi's SUV, and onto the ground, as his mother was half-crying helping him.
"I'm not dumb, okay? Despite my...circumstances, I was still able to get a bit of an education. I had...some people who helped. But thank you." Izuku smiles, as the last box is unloaded.
"Okay...uhm...do you want help getting everything up to your room?" Inko asks, somewhat asking, somewhat begging, and Izuku smiles
"I would love some help."
After about an hour and a half, everything was in his room. Bed had been made, (Inko and Jujenshi were surprised it was a full sized bed), all of his clothes (that was an expensive shopping trip), school supplies, and personal items were all in their proper places. Izuku had yet to see anyone else, but it was also early, since Nezu had given him the earliest move-in slot.
"Okay...Izuku...be safe for me? Please?" Inko says, nearly crying again. Izuku lets out a soft smile. He no longer smiled big like he used too. It was always much more mellow and soft. But his joy was still there. And the caring nature of his heart.
"I'll do my best, okay? I'll call you once a week, okay. I promise." Izuku says. That had been a negotiation on his and Jujenshi's part. Inko wanted to call every day. Izuku knew that would not be ideal for anyone, so he and Jujenshi got her down to once a week in order to keep everyone sane.
Nonetheless, Izuku and Inko gave one another one last hug, and then when Izuku gave Jujenshi a hug, Jujenshi held on for another second
"Go kick ass, son. Prove everyone who doubts you wrong son." Jujenshi says, letting emotion leak into his voice for the first time that day. Izuku nearly tears up at the sentiment.
"Thanks...I...I will." Izuku says, voice thick with untold emotions.
"I know you will. And you better get a girlfriend. Your mother will pester you until you don't." Jujenshi chuckles, as Izuku blushes lightly
That...was still a soft spot for him. While he was more comfortable around women, he had no damn idea how to flirt with...anything. Or anyone. At all. That was gonna be interesting.
Still, as he waved his family off, he took a deep breath, and walked back inside.
First floor was mainly windows. No dorm rooms on this floor. All amenities. There was a gym in the back. A kitchen, living room, room with a pool table, ping pong table, and a few older gaming consoles. Basement was laundry and another, much larger kitchen, and a huge watch room, decked out to the max. U.A. had money to go around. Three entrances on the first floor. Main entrance, an entrance and exit in the back, and one on the northern side. Easy building to defend in case of an emergency.
Leading up to the second floor, and those above it, were three elevators, a freight elevator in the back for larger items, and two staircases. All of these had thick door, with ID locks on all of them. Izuku's keycard didn't work on any floor above 4, all of those were for female students in the hero and support courses, much like all of this dorm was. Luckily, he could get to the roof.
Opening the door to the roof, it had anti-suicide nets tucked away against the wall, that would expand outward in a fraction of a second to catch any jumpers, and considering all the windows didn't open enough to let anyone out, it was a good idea. Izuku merely sits, watching at birds, and one Hawks fly above him. The HSPC needed to learn to be more subtle, as he waved at the Hero, who waved back. It had become a little game for the hero and hero student. Try to stay out of sight, but also don't ignore one's presence.
Sitting up there for a while, reading a book on quirk theory, the door opening makes him raise an eyebrow, as a tall young woman with a high black ponytail, along with a deceptively muscular and voluptuous build walks out onto the roof, completely missing Izuku's presence as she looks out over the edge, studying the campus, much like he had, not a few hours ago.
She probably would've completely missed him, had Izuku not cleared his throat, altering the woman to his presence, making her whip around, making a bostaff out of seemingly thin air.
"Who are you?" She asks, clearly on edge, to which Izuku merely raises an eyebrow
"A student. Izuku Midoriya. And you are?" Izuku asks, and the woman blushes slightly, before clearing her throat.
"Oh...of course. My name is Momo Yaoyorozu."
"As in...the Yaoyorozu Conglomerate?" Izuku questions
"Yes. Why?" Yaoyorozu asks, holding her bostaff tighter, and Izuku snorts
"Lady, if I wanted to kidnap you, you would be unconscious and in a van already. Relax. Not gonna hurt you." Izuku says, rising to his feet, shutting his book, and slowly stretching.
"...How do I know that?" She asks
Izuku tilts his head, and looks at her staff. One solid piece of metal. Fairly simple. He walks up to the woman, and taps on the staff.
Crumble. The staff, still in Yaoyorozu's hands, falls apart, crumbling into little more than dust and small chunks of metal, as Yaoyorozu stares at it in shock.
"Like I said. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have."
"You...you illegally used your quirk!" Yaoyorozu says, and Izuku blinks
"Like you didn't just do that to make that staff." Izuku notes, and the woman blushes, clearing her throat.
"Oh. Well...I suppose you have...how did you know that was my quirk?" She questions
"Non-collapsible bo staffs don't just appear. I assume it was a quirk. A creation quirk of some kind?" Izuku asks
"Uhm...yes. My quirk, Creation, allows me to create any object I want using lipids stored in my body as long as I know the chemical composition." Yaoyorozu says, and Izuku hums
"Different than mine." Izuku mutters, so quiet that he can barely hear it
"Did you say something?" Yaoyorozu asks, and Izuku shakes his head slightly
"Nah, sorry for bothering you. Have a good rest of your day. I hope to see you in class, Ms. Yaoyorozu."
"Wait, what's your quirk?" Yaoyorozu asks, and Izuku pauses, but then smiles
"Undo." Izuku mutters, and Yaoyorozu's staff reforms at her feet.
"It's a mystery." Izuku says, smirking slightly, ignoring the bruising on his left arm near his shoulder.
-DMJ-
The next day rolls around. Izuku hadn't seen much of Yaoyorozu, or even the other several students who he knew moved in yesterday. He figured they were figuring out their own stuff, as Izuku steps out of the showers on his floor, toweling his hair dry as he rolled his neck out.
Him being shirtless showed off the litany of scars covering his entire upper body. From small, precise scars on his ribs, lower abs, obliques, and shoulders, to the larger, much deeper wound scars crisscrossing his back, upper arms, and stomach.
Stepping into his room, Izuku pulls on a black and green pullover, and heads down to the lobby. The fridge and pantry had already been stocked, and he was hungry. He wasn't sure what for, but he was hungry.
Walking into the fully stocked kitchen, he manages to find a blender, whey protein powder (chocolate. He liked this stuff), along with milk, and some fruit he could cut up. A few apples, some mango, honeydew, and melon.
Spending the next few minutes working in practiced silence, he makes a protein shake, while cutting up fruit, and laying out the fruit on a platter, and leaving it in the fridge after taking some for himself. Izuku preoccupies himself by scrolling through the news. Villain attack, villain attack, villain who got his jaw basically knocked off by Miruko, random floating eye in front of his screen.
Wait.
Izuku reacts quickly, grabbing the eye forcefully, but is shocked when it fucking blinks at him.
"Hey! Let go of my eye!" A female voice shouts, as a floating head pokes around the corner...missing one of it's green eyes.
"...I have...so many questions." Izuku mutters, but lets go of the eye, who returns to the head, which reattaches itself to a body. The young woman is short, lean, with a frame of wiry muscle, short, wavy green hair that matches his own in color, and sharp, shark-like teeth.
"It's my quirk, dummy! Lizard Tail Spinner. I can split off my body into 25 pieces! Veryyy useful for messing with people, as you see." The woman smirks, as Izuku finishes his protein shake
"Hm. Interesting." Izuku yawns, placing out the fruit tray, which Tokage smiles, taking a few chunks of fruit
"Did you cut this shit?" Tokage asks, and Izuku nods
"Well, well, well, we got a regular housewife!" Tokage smirks, and Izuku chuckles
"Or it's called having basic adulting skills, but sure, whatever floats your boat." Izuku says, tossing a piece of melon in the air towards his mouth, before Tokage's disconnected hand reaches out and snatches it. Izuku's eyes narrow, not quite happy at the slight.
"Freeze." Izuku whispers as quietly as humanly possible, and Tokage's hand freezes in place.
"What the..." Tokage says, as Izuku reaches out and grabs the piece of food.
"Undo." Izuku whispers, and her hand moves again
"Don't mess with food, mkay? Izuku Midoriya, by the way." Izuku smiles, winking as he walked away, ignoring the pain shooting through his left arm. Damned drawback...
Izuku mostly sticks to his room for the remainder of the morning, going down for lunch, saying hi to Bakugo as he walked by, before heading back up.
Around dinner time, he walked back down, and is surprised to see someone else working on food, slightly taller and much broader boy working on what appeared to be a massive amount of soba.
"You need any help there, big man?" Izuku asks, sliding onto a bar stool
"If you're offering. You good at cutting veggies?" The boy asks, and Izuku smiles, walking over to the knife rack, steadily sharpening the knife as the larger man slid him several veggies. Cabbage, green onions, and bean sprouts
"Cut 'em all thin. I need enough for...like...a billion servings." The boy says, and Izuku just gets to work.
As he cooks, he learns the name of the boy was Sato Rikido, and his quirk, Sugar Rush, gave him enhanced strength when he had sugar, at the cost of a level of intelligence. Certainly a very useful and unique quirk.
"So, what's your quirk, Midoriya?" Sato asks
"I...it's complicated."
"How complicated could it really be?"
"I'm not sure if you would believe me, I'm not going to lie to you." Izuku chuckles, as he slides aside the last head of cabbage.
"Shoot."
"I can control reality to my whims by using spoken or thought words." Izuku says, and Satou laughs
"No, seriously. What's your quirk?" Satou asks, and Izuku just raises an eyebrow at him.
"...You're not joking, are you?" Satou asks
"I wish I was, big man. My quirk causes physical damage to my body with use of any variety. It's a tough drawback to justify, sadly. But, ya know. Lets me do a lot of cool shit." Izuku shrugs
"Like what?"
"You want practical or ridiculous?" Izuku asks, grinning lightly.
"...Ridiculous." Satou says, facing the smirking Izuku
Color. The fridge suddenly turns a bright emerald color, and Satou's jaw drops as Izuku feels a bruise form on his left forearm.
"Holy shit. That's...crazy dude. And you can do a whole bunch of stuff?"
"I do everything from healing you to making you physically turn inside out if I really wanted too. I have no intention of doing that, but. It's technically possible." Izuku shrugs.
"That's...mildly terrifying."
"I met a girl yesterday who could, in theory, make a nuclear bomb on a whim. Or destabilize the economy in a few weeks with enough food. My quirk is scary, but also impractical in the long run." Izuku shrugs, and Satou hums
"Still. Cool quirk man."
-DMJ-
It's not until several hours after dinner that the dorms are quiet. Izuku has grown to appreciate the quiet. Sound was usually followed by...pain, or worse, when he was captured. He couldn't sleep. He usually couldn't when he was captured. He had learned to survive on such little sleep it would kill it most people. Part of his modifications. His body was tough. So much more so than a normal quirked person.
Walking out into the lobby, whistling a tune quietly, he walks into the kitchen, and finds a small snack, intending to head back up to his room and try to maybe at least rest.
"Surprised anyone else is up." A quiet, feminine voice catches Izuku's attention.
There, in the lobby, a girl, lit up by the TV, turned down very quiet to some kind of drama show Izuku didn't recognize.
Izuku vaguely recognizes the girl. She had come down for dinner. Her short purple hair, with darker streaks in it, gives off a very punk vibe. Though that could be the 'Deep Dope' shirt with black, metal-band-esque font, fishnets, a mid-thigh length shirt and big boots.
"Midoriya, right?" The girl asks, and Izuku nods
"Yeah. And...I'm not sure I caught your name." Izuku says quietly
"Oh. Kyoka Jiro. Nice to meet you, officially." Jiro says, and Izuku nods
"Likewise. Can't sleep?" Izuku asks
"Yeah. It was way too loud. Can't sleep well if it's loud." Jiro admits, and Izuku hums
"Noise cancelling headphones work for you?" Izuku asks, and the girl shakes her head, lifting what looks like a headphone or guitar jack with a flesh colored...nope, it's attached to her. Her quirk, clearly.
"Not really. These are much more sensitive. But...I couldn't even hear you walking down here. You got a stealth quirk or something?" Jiro asks, and Izuku snorts
"I wish, trust me. But no, not a stealth quirk. Just learned how to walk quietly." Izuku shrugs.
"You walk unnaturally silent, Greenie. Like...all too quiet. I don't know how you even pulled that off. I could barely hear your heart beat."
"You...you can hear my heart beat?" Izuku asks, curious
"Yeah. I can hear the blood moving through your veins if I wanna concentrate." Jiro says, and Izuku raises an eyebrow
"That sounds...kinda terrible, actually." Izuku admits
"How so?" Jiro asks, narrowing her eyes
"Having to hear all that, all the time...it must be...well, overstimulating, I would think. Have you...have you ever really had quiet?" Izuku asks, leaning over the couch to look at the young woman, seeing her dark purple eyes stare back into his.
"...That's too deep a question to be asking me when we just met, Greenie." Jiro says, and Izuku shrugs
"I find those questions to be the best to ask. But, I understand where you're coming from." Izuku rises, cracking his back slowly, as soft as he can.
"Hm. You're an odd one, Greenie." Jiro mutters, turning back to her show
"If we were all the the same, this world would be rather boring. Goodnight, Jiro." Izuku says, walking off.
Command Words
Unspoken:
Color: Changes the color of any objects of Izuku's choosing
Crumble: Causes an object of Izuku's to fall apart in seconds
Spoken:
Freeze: Causes an object to freeze in place for as long as Izuku wants