Fourth Chapter. Pre-Battle Training. Let's get right to it, huh? (Also, free nightmares and trauma!)
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Izuku was strapped to a table. Scalpels. Lights. A mask, over his face. With every augmentation, the anesthesia worked less. It was a pain to deal with.
"Sir, he's coming out of it."
"Pain medicine is still in effect. He'll be fine."
Izuku feels his flesh tear. He but can't move. He can feel every cut, slice, and pull. It hurt.
The pain was brutal. It lasted too long.
He wish he could scream. But he can't
He stares at the ceiling, wanting to scream, when his world goes white. Shit.
"Good eve-"
"Fuck you." Izuku snarls, as the figure in front of him lounges in the black wooden chair across from him.
"Good evening, my little champion. Tell me, how are you?"
"Alive. No thanks to you."
"I told you, I would not be able to help you until you left." The being in front of him sighs, running their hand over their shapeless face.
"You can command the universe as you please, but you couldn't help me deal with a few guards?"
"It's not nearly that simple."
"Then explain."
"They tethered you to me. I may be of a violently powerful nature, but I still conform to rules."
"Fuck the goddamn rules, you bastard. You and I both know you only follow those rules because you don't think you can fi-"
"I'm warning you, champion."
"You know damn well who I'm talking about. Can't say shit."
"I. Am. Warning. You. Beta is more powerful than you know."
"Yeah. And I am aware of that. But she can't control him, much like you can't do the same to me unless I let you. So fuck. Off."
"Fine. Call on me if you need me...oh Champion of Vengeance."
Izuku woke with a start.
"Fuck that son of a bitch." Izuku growls, throwing his pillow across the room.
Izuku rolls out of bed, looking at his phone. 2:30. Wonderful.
Grabbing his phone, headphones, and a pair of more beat up shoes. He uses that term lightly.
Walking out into the dewy spring morning, he walks over to a group of martial arts equipment. Including a foot thick wooden pole.
Placing his fist to the scarred piece of wood, full of dents and small marks, Izuku just begins to punch. Slamming his fists slowly into the wooden, ignoring the pain from the impact. He knows he's loud. He doesn't really care.
He doesn't quite know how long he's outside. All he knows is that by the time he's done, his hands, as well as his shins, are bloody, and the sun is coming up. Grabbing his phone with slightly trembling hands itsnotfromthepainhesjusttired, and sees it's 6:00. Perfect.
Walking back inside after wrapping his hands in his shirt to keep from dripping blood all over the floor, he heads back up to his room, and showers, ignoring the stinging from the water on his wounds.
He manages to at least deal with and bandage his shins before he needs to go. Rushing to his first class, he arrives just a bit early, and sits down, pulling a medical kit out of his bag, moving to tape his hands up. They're still shaking itsnotpain.
"Oi, Greenie. You good?" A familiar voice cuts through his thoughts. Izuku looks up to see Jiro staring down at him, an eyebrow raised
"I'm fine." Izuku mutters, reaching for antiseptic from this medical kit.
"Woah, holy shit. What happened to your hands?" Jiro asks, plopping down in the seat next to him, facing him and grabbing his wrists, careful not to touch his split knuckles and slightly bloodied fingers.
"You should see the other guy." Izuku laughs, reaching for some gauze, but one of Jiro's jacks stabs his hand lightly, giving him a slight jolt
"Ow. The fuck?" Izuku snaps, but Jiro gives him a glare he had only seen in Mitsuki Bakugo and his own mother. It was the patented 'Shut the fuck up and let me help you' look.
Grabbing his left hand, which was already covered in scars and ignoring his protests, Jiro lays gauze over his split knuckles, and tapes them in a familiar, comforting way, holding the gauze down and supporting his knuckles
"Surprised you know how to do this." Izuku says, as Jiro finishes patching up his hand
"I box, and my brother does. I know split knuckles like the back of my hand. Literally, I suppose." Jiro snorts, showing her own hands with scars and marks pointing to those kinds of injuries.
"Hmph. I didn't need the help."
"You repeat that, I jack your neck." Jiro warns, and Izuku chuckles.
"Duly noted. You're fuckin fiesty, huh?"
"Growing up with an older brother and a lot of male cousins you see a lot helps." Jiro smirks
"Hmph. You play guitar?" Izuku asks, as he examines the tape on left as Jiro finishes up his right, both of them not really paying attention to the lecture in the front of the class.
"How can you tell?"
"Callouses." Izuku says, tapping left hand. Fingertips covered in callouses
"Hmph. Yeah, I play. You?"
"No. I sing." Izuku shrugs
"You?"
"Yeah?" Izuku asks, raising an eyebrow
"Sorry, I'm just...surprised. What's your favorite to sing?"
"Work Song. Hozier."
"Hozier?"
"You understand English?"
"Mostly."
"Look him up. You might like him."
"Hm. Maybe I will. Now. What actually happened to your hands?" Jiro asks, looking at him pointedly.
"I was training. Got a little too deep into it. Didn't notice them." Izuku shrugs, and Jiro sighs
"Look, Green Bean, you gotta actually take care of yourself. This clearly happens a lot, based on the scarring that's already present. You're gonna be a hero, so you kinda need your hands.
"Eh. So-so. They have stuff to fix that."
"Shut it."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Look. Just take care of yourself. Also, I could hear you hitting that pole from my dorm, and I'm nearly on the top floor."
"You also have super human hearing, you know." Izuku notes.
"Yeah, so? Your quirk seems to allow you do everything."
"I don't have a quirk, remember?" Izuku smiles, and Jiro scoffs
"Sure you don't. How else do you explain your powers?"
Izuku isn't quite sure how to answer that. A being from another plain of existence gives him abilities beyond mortal comprehension, because a paramilitary anti-hero group wanted to use him as a weapon of mass destruction. That seemed a bit...too existential right now.
But accurate. Said being from another plain of existence seemed to want to but in.
Shut it you.
Make me.
"It's a bit complicated. Long story short, it's not a quirk, more like a superpower from old comics." Izuku shrugs
"Heh. Our whole world is old comics, Green Bean. So, you're really not gonna tell me?"
"Not anytime soon. Not until it's absolutely needed."
-DMJ-
As Izuku leans back in his seat, cracking his back, waiting for the Hero 101 course to start, he studied the room around him.
Mineta was glaring a hole into his skull. Fuck that bitch.
Bakugo, as per usual, was reading a book. Something about hero theory, Izuku thinks.
Jiro and Yaoyorozu are having a quiet conversation in the back.
Todoroki is looking at Izuku, a calm, intrigued look on his face.
As the door quietly slides open, Izuku's eyebrows raise in shock as a new figure bursts into the room.
"I AM HERE!" All Might, the veritable God of hero society bursts into the room, a wide smile on his face. Izuku smiles wildly as most of the rest of the class bursts into wild cheers or exclamations of shock.
After the class calms down, All Might goes into a speech about heroics, starting out, yada yada yada. Izuku was...disillusioned by the Number 1 hero. He knew he could beat him...beat just about anyone or anything in his path...if he so needed. But he really hoped he would never need too again.
I wouldn't be so sureeeeee~
Fuck off, bitchass.
"Now, as we are going to be acting as heroes today...every hero needs a costume, correct?" All Might says, and Izuku feels himself smirk involuntarily. Izuku wasn't one to get excited...but he was for this.
20 metal cases pop out on the right side of the wall, label 1A-20A.
"GRAB YOUR CASES AND MEET ME OUTSIDE THE BUILDING IN 20 MINUTES!" All Might crows, then leaves the room in a flash. As everyone quickly grabs their costume, Izuku merely waits, grabbing his case last, and joining the boys in the locker room.
Peeling off his top layers, revealing his litany of scars again, Izuku pops his case, and studies a written dossier from a support student.
Hello, Midoriya-san!
I must say, this costume is...rather unique, but I do like it! It looks so simple but does so much! Really goes against the grain for what a hero student would normally do. The minimalistic color splashes, the small symbol (which was fun to incorporate), and the utilitarian, brutalist design all make for a fun, unique thing. Anyway, I was able to get all the materials you requested, and I love you so much for the specific measurements and sizing. Anyway, here you go!
Sincerely,
Aita Morkawa.
Grabbing the first layer, a simple black compression short sleeve, I quickly pull out layer after layer of my costume. Rip-stop dark grey combat pants. Black graves with small hints of dark green, black combat boots with dark green laces. A dark green utility belt. A pair of black greaves with green vertical stripes on them. Dark green combat gloves. A grey armored vest, with a dripping, spray painted on dark green skull, with cracks running along the forehead. A grey combat jacket, full of pockets. And finally, the mask. A dark green painted mask, with conformingly designed curves for his forehead, and a completely straight, flat portion below his nose. His eyes are covered by black lenses, which operate a small HUD, and allow him to control the speaker and respirators, allowing for much easier control.
"Woah! Midori-bro, you look badass!" Kirishima crows, as I smile under my mask, facing the boy.
"I know, huh? Looks pretty solid." Izuku chuckles, rapping his hand on the mask. His voice is slightly artificial, from the speakers built into the mask.
"Dude, what's the symbol for? Looks scary..."
"Well, it kinda has to do with my Hero name..."
"Oh shit, really?"
"I'll explain later. Anyway, we need to get going." Izuku smirks, as Kirishima smiles back, his bare chest covered in small scars as the red cogs on his shoulders seem to creak with the effort of him puffing out his chest.
Izuku, Kirishima, and Bakugo, who is dressed exactly how Izuku expected, with a spiky mask, and grenade imagery everywhere, including the massive grenades on his forearms.
"Dude, the fuck are those things for?" Kirishima asks, and Bakugo goes into a long-winded explanation about how the grenades hold some of his sweat, allowing him to set of massive explosions as a finisher or special move.
"Dude, that's amazing...say, Midoriya, what's your quirk?"
"It's a general enhancer type. Speed, strength increase." Izuku shrugs, the lie sliding through his teeth easy. Kirishima accepts the answer, as Bakugo slides up next to him.
"Why are you lying?"
"What do you want me to say, Kacchan? That I can manipulate reality as I see fit, even causing instant death if I fucking want? For now, it's going to be a general enhancer type until I need to use it otherwise. Kirishima won't know any better, and it'll be good if I keep everyone confused." Izuku hisses
"Oh, Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, you all got out fast!" Izuku hears the familiar voice of Yaoyorozu, and the boys turn, only to be wildly confused at the sight in front of them.
Yaoyorozu's costume is...concerning, to say the least. A bright red leotard, with a belt...skirt. thing, left little to the imagination. Izuku had to crack his fingers to reset his brain, as Kirishima had to blink several times, while Bakugo was staring at her, jaw dropped wide open, before Izuku smacked him across the head, resetting his brain.
"Is there a problem?" Yaoyorozu asks innocently, as Izuku coughs, trying to think straight
"I...Nope. No problem. Just...why the...general lack of protection?" Izuku asks
"Oh. My quirk needs exposed skin in order to work." Yaoyorozu says, as Jiro walks out from behind the taller woman. And...well...
A pair of black boots with what seem like speakers, follow up by loose, but still form-fitting black pants, a salmon colored shirt with cuts at the top and bottom, a black leather jacket, red triangle makeup under her eyes, and a black choker finishes up the costume. She looks...
"Beautiful.." Izuku can't stop himself from muttering the word. Jiro whips her head towards him, glaring at him, hard. Oh shit.
Ooooooh, she's angry.
Fuck. You.
"What was that, Green Bean? You got something to say?" Jiro asks dangerously
"Oh, nothing. You're just beautiful." Izuku says, not taking this lying down. Jiro blushes, bright as a tomato, as Bakugo stares in utter shock at Izuku, while Kirishima just grins a wild grin, and Yaoyorozu looks at him, a bemused look on her face.
"Izuku. When the fuck did you get so damn flirty, you shithead?" Bakugo asks, more confused then angry
"Eh. I don't know. A while ago?" Izuku shrugs
"I...you...what was that for?" Jiro asks, slinging her jacks at him.
Speed. Izuku ducks under both the jacks, and then dodges them again when she tries to jab him, the jacks stabbing into the dirt with ease.
"It's for no real reason. You just heard what I said, that's all." Izuku chuckles, as Jiro gives him a full on death glare.
Their conversation dies out as the rest of the class files out, some costumes practical, others not so much. But Izuku isn't one to judge, he supposes.
Eventually, All Might comes and gives a speech about the training. Heroes v. Villains, capture a bomb, yada yada. Eventually, All Might beckons everyone to come up and pick a ball to determine teams.
Izuku grabs a ball labeled 'I', and heads back to Bakugo, who shows him a 'C'. Kirishima runs up to them next, showing off an 'H', and being disappointed he didn't get either of them. Jiro and Yaoyorozu walk up, showing off an 'I' and a 'C' respectively, making Jiro give Izuku a slight glare, and Yaoyorozu a smile at Bakugo, who merely grumbles and tries to hide his blush. Kirishima is paired up with Mina, who he seems to know.
Eventually, All Might picks the teams.
"First off, the villains! It'll be...Team B!" All Might calls, and it turns out to be Todoroki, and Iida, who smile at being picked.
"And the heroes...Team I! Both teams, head into the training area!"
Izuku nods at the other hero students, as they move into the training area.
"So...what's the plan? You gonna show off your fancy quirk, which can apparently dissolve shit?" Jiro asks, and Izuku rolls his eyes under the mask.
"We got this. Trust me, I got a plan. Maybe." Izuku smirks, as Jiro gives him a doubting look
Sure you do, you little shit
Sorry for the cliffhanger. Sorta. Biggggggg fight scene next week.