"Young Midoriya?"All Might says, appearing over the green-haired boy, seemingly having ran from the training room as he stared at the heterochromatic young man, who always shocked him with how tall he was. The green-haired young man pulls his mask off, revealing a puff of sweat-soaked hair and
"Yessir?" The man asked, looking at his bicep that still has a shard of ice in it, and sets his broken finger
"Are you okay?"
"Relatively." Izuku mutters, pulling it out, and blood pouring down his arm
"Young man! I must in...oh."All Might says, as he watches Izuku's arm heal before his very eyes
"Oh, yeah. I can heal myself."
"Clearly. Now, let's get the others up."All Might says, and Midoriya shrugs.
Walking over to the chunk of Ice holding Jiro, All Might watches as the man's arm heats up, the ice melting enough to pull the young woman, and set her down on the ground. He checked her pulse, and woke her up, asking her a few questions. The young woman seemed okay to the number 1 Pro Hero. Well, relatively.
"Are you okay, young men?"
"Uh...yes sir." Iida says, getting too his feet
"Fine." Todoroki says, spitting blood from his mouth.
"And you, young Jiro?" All Might asks, as the purple haired woman slings an arm over the much larger green haired man
"I'm alright. Gonna need some medical." Jiro admits, as Midoriya looked at her
"I'll bring her, sir. And tell Bakugo I need half my cut of that bet he made."
"Bet?" Iida asks
"Young Bakugo and Young Kaminari made a bet on who would win. Kaminari picked you and young Todoroki, Bakugo picked young Midoriya."
"Ah. I see."
"All Might, I'm gonna take her to Recovery Girl." Midoirya says, grabbing his mask from the floor
"Okay, Young Midoriya."
"I'll be back." He says, walking off, helping Jiro limp away
"Hm. I must say, he is rather impressive."
"He's cocky. And he got lucky." Todoroki scoffs
"I wouldn't say so, Young Todoroki. He fought effectively, but also just used his quirk to win. Much like you attempted to." All Might answers
"But I should've won."
"And that is what get heroes killed, Young Todoroki. You lost. Learn from your mistakes." All Might says, firmly, but not unkindly.
"How'd you win that fight?" Jiro asks, as Izuku helped her limp towards Recovery Girls' office.
"I broke my finger and created a concussive blast. By the way, sit down on the bench." Izuku says, helping Jiro sit down
"Why, am I too heavy?"
"I've carried grown men 3 times your size. Heal." Izuku mutters, and Jiro gasps
"...What the fuck did you do?"
"I healed you. We're still gonna get checked out, but it's fine." Izuku shrugs, hoisting her up, and Jiro blinks in shock
"You...so, wait, hold up. You healed me."
"Mhm."
"But you also have super strength, and speed.'
"Yes."
"You can dissolve and reconstitute objects, and also walk completely silently."
"To be fair, that one I just learned."
"Uh-huh. Sure. What the actual fuck is your quirk, Broccoli?"
"...Broccoli?"
"Your hair." Jiro says, gesturing to his dark green hair, and Izuku raises an eyebrow
"Uh-huh. Anyway, like I said. It's shit from a comic book. Now, to Recovery Girl. Lets go."
"You're odd."
Yes, yes you are. He butted back in, the faceless figure seemed amused.
Shut. Up.
I mean, you have to admit, a young man with the powers of a nigh-multi-universal Divine being is rather unique.
Lotta fuckin help you gave me.
Mhm. Right. Now take the young woman to get checked out. Don't want her hearing your thoughts.
"So, how'd you think that went?" Izuku asks Jiro, as he opens the door for me to go into the Main U.A. building
"Okay. You were technically captured, and in a real scenario, I think we would've failed. I was injured, you were incapacitated, and Todoroki and Iida were conscious, and mostly uninjured. I think, if it was a fight to the death, we would've likely lost given the combat constraints." Izuku admits, shrugging
"I thought you said you could've killed them if you really wanted to."
"I prefer to avoid doing that, if at all possible. It wouldn't end well for me."
"So you've done it before? You killed someone, Broccoli?" Jiro asks, and Izuku meets her eyes
"Do you want the truth?" He asks, and Jiro stares at him, a concerned look on her face.
"Yes. And I can tell when you're lying." She says, narrowing her eyes, and Izuku stares into her eyes, those purple eyes searching his green and grey.
"Then yes." Izuku answers, and Jiro sucks in a breath, taking a step back
"Why?"
"My survival or the other guys." Not a lie.
"...You had to kill someone to survive?"
"Yes."
"And you don't regret it, do you?"
"No." Izuku says, as they come up to Recovery Girl's door.
"...You seem all too calm." Jiro says, her voice shaky
"I have a past, Jiro. One I will not being going into today. You don't have to trust me, or like me. But I haven't lied to you, and you know that." Izuku shrugs, leaning against the wall, as Jiro leans on the doorframe, arms crossed.
"So you're a murderer who got admitted into U.A.?"
"Not a murderer. I did what I had to."
"Okay, fine, a killer. And you're trying to be a pro?"
"Do you know how many pro heroes have kill counts? All of the top ten, most of the top 100, and most of the top 1000 too."
"They're pros. It's part of the job." Jiro notes, and Izuku shrugs
"So how am I any different?"
"Because I have no reason to trust that you didn't kill that man for no reason." Jiro says
"You're right. You don't. But I didn't lie."
"Your quirk could hide your ability to lie for all I know."
"It could. But I didn't."
"And why not?"
"It'll come out eventually. Someone will get lippy and tell someone else, and it'll get around."
"And what does that mean?"
"I don't claim to be a good person, Jiro. I want to try to be a better one." Izuku says
"So what?"
"I did what I had too." Izuku says, and Jiro shakes her head
"I don't even know what to think. I...just. I'm gonna go talk to Recovery Girl." Jiro shakes her head.
She leaves him in the hallway, going and talking to the wizened Pro Hero. Izuku just stood there for a moment, before walking out and back towards the dorms. He figured even if he was needed at class, nobody would notice if he went missing.
6 Hours Later
"Hey, nerd. Open up." Bakugo calls, knocking hard on Izuku's door.
"It's open!" Izuku calls, and Bakugo opens the door, looking at Izuku, holding a plate of food
"You missed dinner, nerd." Bakugo says, handing him a plate of fried rice, as Izuku looked up a project he had in his hands. It was currently a mess of wires and metal, but it was going to be an addition to his hero costume eventually.
"I know. Thanks, tho." Izuku says, setting down his project in a box, and grabbing a provided set of chopsticks.
"So why didn't you show back up from Recovery Girl?"
"Didn't feel like it."
"That have something to with Ears seeming really off at dinner?"
"...No."
"Bullshit."
"Look, I don't wa-"
"Fuck. You. Tell me, you fuck. She say something to piss you off?" Bakugo asks, and Izuku shakes his head
"No. I just admitted I did some not so good things in my past."
"That you killed some of those bastards?" Bakugo asks
"Not some. A lot."
"I know. But you fucking admitted that? She asked what your quirk was at the table, and Sato blinked, and looked like he wanted to answer when people were guessing. I take it he knows?"
"Doesn't seem like the guy to say anything, so I mentioned it when he asked."
"Godddamit man. You know the fucking conditions around your shit."
"Don't kill anyone else unless absolutely necessary, don't talk about my past, don't tell anyone any names. I'm well aware, Katsuki." Izuku sighs
"But you talked about your past."
"She can tell when I'm lying. So lying would've only made me more suspicious."
"So fucking what?"
"Look, it came up in conversation. I wasn't going to lie to her."
"And why the fuck not?"
"Look, we all have a past. I'm not scared of mine."
"Other people might be, you dumb fuck." Bakugo sighs, and Izuku meets his eyes
"Are you?"
"No. But that's because we fucking grew up together. I'm still having a hard time reconciling the fact that you're a killer, and not weak, quirkless wimp I knew for so many years."
"Yeah, we still need to box over that, by the way. You were a fucking dick to me in middle school."
"Why do you think I stopped that shit after you vanished, you bitch? I felt like an asshole."
"You were one."
"I know, you green fuck. So I went to therapy, fixed some of my shit. I'm not as much of a dick now."
"Well, at least you're self aware."
"Fuck. Off."
"Point being, we need to have a fight. No quirks or shit. Just hands."
"Fine. So, tell me, you thinking with your brain or your dick?" Izuku nearly spits out his fried rice at that statement, choking for a split second before slamming a hand against his chest, finally being able to swallow
"The fuck?"
"We all heard you, you fuck. Head or dick, bitch."
"My fucking brain, Bakugo. I'm not that fucking horny, unlike your ass."
"Don't turn this on me."
"I'm not stupid to let my dick do my thinking with what could very well be my life." Izuku sighs, throwing the paper plate away, now devoid of fried rice
"Are you? Doesn't seem like you got a lot of action in that place." Bakugo snarks, and Izuku merely rolls his eyes
"Even if I did, no way I would tell you."
"Ain't no way you got any fucking action in a fucking villain test lab."
"Well, you ain't gonna find out either way." Izuku snarks, grabbing a bottle of water
"Fuck you."
"You ain't gonna get any action with that attitude anyway."
"Oh, fuck off. I get more than enough action."
"Yeah, bullshit. And you definitely ain't getting Ms. Heiress who you stared at."
"Oh, fuck off. You stared too."
"I've seen more naked women than sips of alcohol you've had. I was debating the practicality of the outfit."
"Uh-huh. Anyway, I'm gonna crash. Talk to you tomorrow." Bakugo says, standing up and letting himself out.
Izuku yawned, kicking back in his chair, putting his feet up on his desk, figuring he may as well rest his eyes for a bit. He was tired too.
Izuku closed his yes, taking slow breaths as he drifted off to sleep.
"Wake up."
"I need rest, you bastard."
"And we need to talk." The being says, as Izuku sits up
"And I said I need rest." Izuku mutters, running his hand over his face
"Admitting your crimes to a girl? A child?"
"No more of a child than me."
"You have killed dozens of men. You are a man. She is a child."
"Fine, whatever. What's your point?"
"Lie, you idiotic child." The faceless being snaps, throwing their hands up
"You just called me a man."
"Shut it. You admitted to what your race calls a crime. A crime that could lead to your permanent imprisonment."
"I did."
"Why?"
"Because. I lie, I seem worse." The being growls at that, As Izuku stares into their shapeless face.
"So LIE. You should not CARE what a worthless girl thinks!"
"I'm human, you divine fuck. I need allies. People I can trust, and people that trust me. And I do not have many." Izuku snaps
"...SO why her? Why not the white and red boy? Or the boy with metal from his legs? Why her?"
"Because they are children of what our society over values. She isn't. She is a girl who isn't entrenched as much in that narrative."
"And so you trust her based on that?"
"I don't entirely. But I believe she may be some of the best company I can keep."
"Like your blond friend?"
"Like my blond friend."
"...Fine. But I will say, for the record, I believe this is a bad idea."
Izuku jolted awake, and after nearly falling out of his chair, checked the time. 2:30 AM. Son of a bitch.
Groaning, he stood up, and felt every single bone pop in his back.
Walking to his door, he opened it to find Jiro staring up at him, seeming like she was going to knock on the door.
"...Can I help you?" Izuku drawls, his voice still a bit scratchy.
"Tell me why I shouldn't report you to U.A. for murder." Jiro says, crossing her arms. He blinked, staring down at the girl, still trying to blink sleep from his eyes. She was wearing a baggy 'Deep Dope' purple hoodie, and a pair of black sweats and black boots.
"The important staff knows and I was let in as part of a deal I made with them and the fuckin Feds. You need anything else?" Izuku sighs.
"Yes. You and I need to talk about why I should keep your secret."
"No." Izuku says, moving to shut his door, actually too tired for this.
Jiro, to his surprise, stuck her foot in his door, keeping him from closing it
"No, the class has a right to know."
"The class also has a right to know I can kill them all with a fucking thought, but here we are. So do you want to try to convince them, or should we just drop this?" Izuku asks, his voice tired, his mind even more so
"How dangerous are you?"
"Enough. Now, do you really want to talk about this, or can I try to go back to sleep?" Izuku asks, and Jiro merely glares at him, signaling a no for sleep. Sighing, he let the short, purple-haired girl in, as her jacks swish around, clearly a bit on edge. Izuku sits on his bed, leaning against, while Jiro takes his chair, still glaring at him. Grabbing a sip of water, Izuku studies her for a few moments. She was rather cute when she was determined, he decided.
"So. Are we going to talk about this, or are you just going to stare at me?"
"Why did you kill them?"
"As I said earlier, it was me or them."
"How long ago was it?"
"Recently."
"How many?"
"Not telling you.
"More than 1?"
"Not. Telling."
"Did you use your hands or quirk?"
"Combination of the two."
"Male? Female?"
"Unknown."
"Children?"
"Adults."
"Would it pass as self defense in a court?"
"Most likely."
"So why the hell doesn't anyone in the class know?"
"People other than you are aware."
"Who?"
"Plead the Fifth."
"...Fine. Why are you here if you're a killer?" Jiro finally asks, and Izuku meets her gaze
"My powers are better used to save than to harm." Izuku says, and Jiro continues to stare at him.
"...I don't get it."
"Get what?"
"Why tell me? Why tell the truth?"
"Like you said. You can tell if I lie."
"Nonetheless, people try it."
"Then they're stupid."
"And why is that?"
"People rarely lie about how powerful they are."
"You've lied about your quirk."
"The truth is something I don't trust you with yet?"
"And why is that?"
"Because my power is something far beyond what any person in this school can accomplish."
"Prove it."
"Excuse me?" Izuku asks, a small tinge to his voice
"Prove it. Prove you can do something no one else in this school can."
Izuku stared at her, blinking hard.
"You want me to prove it."
"I haven't seen you do anything. So, prove it to me, and I'll believe you." Jiro says, firmly, her purple eyes keeping his heterochromatic gaze.
"...What would convince you?" Izuku asks after a long pause.
"I'm not sure. Something no quirk could ever recreate." Jiro says, shrugging.
Izuku thought for a second, before settling on an idea. This was stupid, but...
"Tempus." Izuku says, and suddenly, an egg appeared in his hand. A massive egg, over a foot long, just appeared, and along with it, a massive cut.
"...The fuck is that?"
"Just wait." Izuku muttered, and suddenly, the egg cracked. Out poked a blocky, scaly head.
"...Is that..." as Jiro touched the little reptile on the head, then wiped the slime from her hand on a paper towel.
"A dinosaur, yes. Specifically, a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Tempus." The egg and baby dino vanished, and another cut in his arm.
"...You just made an object time travel." Jiro says
"Yes."
"...And it cut your arms?"
"I won't explain the mechanics...but they're undeniably impressive. Heal." Izuku says, and both cuts heal, and he gets a bruise for his trouble
"...So what the hell are you?"
"Something I shouldn't be." Izuku sighs, as Jiro stares at him
"I still don't trust you."
"I don't expect you too. I expect you to believe me."
"That would imply trust." Jiro scoffs
"I've believed people, but trusting them is another thing." Izuku says, and Jiro just stared at him.
"You mess up, and hurt someone, I tell everyone."
"You won't." Izuku says, as Jiro moves to leave the room
"And why is that, Midoriya?"
"Because if you did, no one would believe you." Izuku replies, softly. Jiro leaves the room, closing the door softly.