Chapter 2 Wake up

In Izuku House.

Izuku was in his sleeping clothes, staring at his ceiling fan, He wore a white shirt and black shorts. He was able to make it home after his fateful encounter with a very unique individual.

He still felt his fist shaking in the presence of Ohma. It was unique and scary for the young. He had never felt fear like this. This wasn't the feeling of ridicule or mockery. This was the feeling of life or death emanating from one young man. He gulped as he remembered grimly what had happened after challenging Ohma to a fight.

A couple of hours ago...

Ohma was still glaring at the young team. His hands were visibly shaky, and his breath was out of control. Izuku didn't even know how to throw a punch or charge at someone in a fight. You might as well have signed his death warrant.

Ohma quickly raised his fist, making Izuku cringe and pray that this fight would be over in a matter of seconds, expecting to be knocked out or feel a fist digging into his skull, only to find out that all he heard was a very loud yawn.

Izuku looked up at Ohma to see that he was yawning, and the first hand he raised earlier was him stretching.

"Hey, I'll fight you tomorrow. I'm starting to get tired. I'm going to need all the rest I can if I'm going to face you, got it?" He said, putting up his hoodie and beginning to turn his back on Izuku.

His legs were still shaking as he watched the great fighter leave the alleyway, only leaving the scared young man.

"Okay… I'll see you tomorrow," Izuku said as he felt his soul leave his body, thinking that the only relief now was to pass away. Ohma turned around to face Izuku before he could vanish into the crowd.

"Hey,"

Izuku was snapped back to the real world as he nervously looked at Ohma.

"Yes!" Izuku asked in an alarm. Ohma had a serious look on his face.

"You should get home before the rain hits, I don't wanna hear an excuse that you got a cold or something when we fight. I'll destroy you, and I want you on your best game," Ohma said, leaving his final words to the scared teenager.

Izuku lay in bed and took a big sigh, trying to relax, he wouldn't fear this fight because there was no way that this guy would be able to find him. They only just met once, and he only shared his name. What possible way would he be able to find him?

He began to relax and drifted off to sleep. Though he couldn't stop thinking about the fight that Izuku saw, the way those two moved in combat.

The demonstration of strength and all of this possible for a man who had no quirk made him feel alive when he watched that fight. It was as if some primal instinct was finally given attention.

However, it was a fantasy that he would never obtain. He was just a normal Quirkless boy. What more could he even do?

"I'm sorry, but I need a quirk to be a hero," Izuku repeated in his mind. He just wanted to forget that ever happened and that those sparks weren't there, even though his mind wouldn't let go of those memories.

"I wonder how Ohma got so strong,"

The next day, Izuku was sitting in the classroom, it was a rough morning. He's still got the silent treatment from his class. No one would say hello or ask how he was. It was as if no one cared he was there. Izuku looked at the lesson on the board and began to write his note even though he had already solved it.

Izuku took a deep sigh. He wanted to be a hero so badly, but he needed power. Izuku was just trying his best not to break down and lose himself in his despair. It would never come to fruition. Though strange daydreaming he always just keeps thinking about that back alley fight. For the first time in his life, he didn't wanna write down any notes, but he remembered every moment of that battle better than any hero he had ever watched save someone.

The clock slowly ticked by, second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour. Then the clock reaches the time to get out. Many of the students began to leave. Izuku was putting his pens and notebook away. Then, a hand slammed down on his desk. Izuku jumped a bit, seeing it was Bakugo who statistically smiled at him. Izuku hoped that the teacher would step up for him, only to see the man did not care at all.

He glared at his notes, yet he couldn't stop thinking about the fighting stance that Ohma took. It wasn't a martial art he had ever seen. It was like he read his moments before they could happen. As he jolted down on his notes, the sudden feeling of fear washed over him.

Quickly, he looked over at the person who sat up in class. He was a slim teen with a muscular build and a fair skin tone. He has short, spiky, sandy blond hair with choppy bangs that hang over his eyebrows. His eyes are sharp and bright red.

This was the star of Aldera Junior High. Katsuki Bakugo is a person with an amazing quirk, and after the school year will be walking his path to becoming a pro hero. Many of the eyes were focused on him, after the declaration and started calling everyone a loser. Gave him a big target on his head.

Izuku gulped nervously, seeing Bakugo looking down upon him. His two lackeys backed his side, both just enjoying the show.

"Hey loser, did you take out your application letter," He asked, but his tone suggested that you should've already done it by now. Izuku nervously glanced at his desk and gave his shaky, scared answer.

"I'll be able to take it out this next month, sorry I couldn't do it sooner, Kacchan," Izuku said in defeat. The blonde bully slowly took his hand off his desk and glared at him.

"You better, or else I'll beat you until some sense of how reality works in that numbskull brain of yours. You're a quirkless loser, remember that Deku," Bakugo mocked. Izuku felt so helpless in this situation that he wouldn't just smack some sense into the person who bullied him for years. Because he was quirkless, nothing hurt more than being constantly reminded that you were the lower class in a superhuman society. One of Bakugo's lackeys looked out of the window.

"Hey, some dude is waiting outside the gate,"

Bakugo didn't care and began to leave the room. Izuku didn't want to look up or move, afraid that Bakugo would take that as a sign of rebellion and hurt them right then and there.

"Whatever, let's leave this nerd alone," Bakugo said, exiting the room. Izuku could still hear their mockery even down the hall.

"Man, what loser,"

"Honestly, what's even gonna do with his future?"

"Probably be a sad businessman who works under a company, let's be honest, he's just a doormat and probably gets bullied at that company as well. What a nerd,"

Izuku only sulked more in his seat. It was always going to be the same for him. Apologies and take the hits, Izuku stood up and slung his bag strap over his shoulder. With a sad expression, you felt the tears start to leak, but he quickly wiped them away because it was pointless to cry out for help when no one would arrive.

Glancing out the window, he took a long gaze at the city of heroes. So desperately wanting to join them. He walked towards the window and looked at the students walking out of the gate. Seeing many bright stars with great futures ahead of them, only caring about their futures and looking so happy with their quirks.

"It's time to face reality. I'm not going to be…." Izuku's thoughts trailed off as he could see an older person waiting outside of the school gate.

It was Ohma looking right at Izuku with a serious expression directed all toward the young, quirkless boy. Izuku froze with terror and questioned if he was dreaming or not, was he still in bed and was about to wake up from a very bad dream? He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to see nothing had changed.

Without hesitation, he ran down the stairs so fast he blew past Bakugo.

"What the hell, Deku!" He cried out. Izuku kept running, not even looking back at him. Right now, and at this exact moment, he was more terrified of the man outside. The school bully tortured him for years. Izuku slammed open the doors and was in the courtyard, seeing many of the students wouldn't pass the gate, Ohma was standing there ominous, looking for someone in the crowd. Many of the students muttered amongst each other.

"Who is this guy, he's kind of scary,"

"Is he a villain look at his face,"

"Look at that guy he so jacked,"

"He kind of cute,"

Izuku ran past the coward and stopped right in front of him. Nervously looked up at the man, who only now smirked at Izuku's presence.

"So you didn't coward out, good," Ohma said with a smirk. Izuku tried to keep his cool, but he needed to know.

"How did you find me?"

Ohma looked down at Izuku and slowly pulled out a black wallet. Izuku tilted his head in surprise, which looked almost like his wallet. It even had the All Might sticker on it.

"Where did you get my wallet!" Izuku panicked. It was then he had a sudden flashback to last night. When Ohma was stretching his arm and moving so fast they couldn't keep an eye on it, he quickly remembered that behind the corner of Ohma's head was a bit of black leather.

"YOU STOLE MY WALLET!" Izuku panicked.

"Well, how else was I supposed to find Izukumidoriya," He said plainly, tossing back Izuku's wallet to the young man. Tying to grab it, almost dropping it on the floor.

"Why would you do that- wait, why did you say my name like that?" Izuku, terrified and stressed, still found it strange. This man said his name altogether without a pause between his first and last name. Ohma glanced at Izuku like he had said nothing wrong.

"What I'm only calling you by your name, nothing wrong with that… listen follow me, and I'll fight you there," Ohma said nonchalantly. Izuku gulped and stood still, not sure what to do, should he call for help or run away? Was a hero even on their way to stop this guy? Ohma could see Izuku wasn't following him. The fighter wasn't here to joke around.

"Come on, let's fight," Ohma said. Izuku could see his gaze but was surprised. There was no viciousness, malice, or hatred in his eyes. It was a calm before the storm. The eyes had looked at him. We're not gazing down at him but seeing him like he was a person, a challenger. He was not to be underestimated by any chance that was the feeling emanating from Ohma. Izuku knew this man was quirkless but was still incredibly strong. He had no ego trip of power.

Izuku felt strange as his legs began to follow. It was new and perplexing. Did Izuku want to do this, even if he would lose, did he still just wanna know the feeling of battle?

"HEY DEKU, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Bakugo yelled out. The coward of students stepped away, making a small path for Bakugo. Izuku froze but wasn't afraid. An easier answer would be like this.

Izuku's situation was comparable to being trapped in a small room, and with him was a small wolf on one side, while in contrast to the other was a large tiger. Now, any reasonable person would be more afraid of the tiger than the wolf if they were in the room, but his instincts told him to be more alert to Ohma than Bakugo.

"Uh hey-," Izuku was cut off when an explosion nearly went up in his face. It silenced him, but his bodily functions would not flinch. The light did blind him slightly, and the noise made his ears ring, but still, he was standing. Bakugo stood up to Izuku, clearly trying to stand over him.

"Who the hell said you could run past me, you-" Bakugo froze as he could see the man staring at him. Ohma stared at the young as he stood by Izuku's side, towering over Bakugo. The smug punk tried to look unfazed by the Ohma, but he could feel that bloodlust coming off him.

"Who the hell are you?" Bakugo asked.

"Me and him have some business, get lost," Ohma said, making it clear as day. Bakugo smugly smirked and snorted out the man.

"And what do you want with this quirkless nerd? He's completely useless," Bakugo stated while also mocking Izuku. The young boy put his head down in a sad state.

"I'm here to fight him, just beat it," Ohma said. Bakugo paused as his face was still. Then he cracked a smile which turned into full-blown laughter.

"AHAHAHAHA! Are you serious about Deku, this guy here has no quirk, you would have more of a fight with an actual garbage can!" Bakugo laughed, the students even giggled and found it amusing, which turned into a mocking crowd of teenagers all towards Izuku.

Izuku couldn't stand this belittlement; it was hard, but he would just abide by it at the end of the day. Izuku had no one to go to for his dream. Not his mother, friends, students, teachers, and even heroes. He wanted to just walk away and never look back. The embers of his dreams were slowly dying, only one spark remained.

A desolate spark slowly faded away until a breath of stoicism breathed life, making Izuku burn with hope, and these wise words were this.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BRATS!" Ohma shouted so loud and intense that many of the delinquent students stood straight and respectfully like their parents were scolding them. Ohma glared at all of them with a murderous glare, emanating an aura of wrath that many of the students began to shake in fear.

"You bastards might think you're strong because you have some quirk, but I know all your type! You like to flaunt it around and only train with it, but as a matter of fact, you're all glass cannons, one easy punch, and you're down. You won't even offer a single amount of challenge. So why don't you all shut up, or do you want to fight me to prove it!" Ohma said, making some of the softer people in the group run away. Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. Someone had just stood up for him and didn't even care about quirks.

Bakugo's hands were shaking in rage, and glared boldly murder at Ohma.

"What the hell did you call me!" He yelled, leaping off the ground and using his explosions to fly towards Ohma. Only wanting to teach this guy a lesson, Izuku wanted to warn Ohma. He would be fighting a living bomb he wouldn't have a chance.

Bakugo was so confident that he was unaware of the foot that slammed on top of his head and brought his face colliding with the ground.

The street floor was cracked and in ruin, as Bukugo was motionless. Soon, all the students ran away from the fight. Afraid of seeing what just happened. Izuku was awestruck by the fight. In a quick matter of seconds, a man had just defeated another, Especially one with a quirk.

"He has no quirk! he has no quirk, he just defeated the shining star of the school!" Izuku thought in shock. Ohma slowly moved the back of his foot off Bakugo's head. The fighter did not express any joy or pleasure after this victory. He only looked more annoyed.

"Told you, just a glass canyon," Ohma then turned his head toward Izuku, making the young flinch, but he still kept his cool.

"Come on, let's get out here before some wack-job hero shows up," Ohma said as he calmly walked away from the person he just knocked out. Izuku quickly got up and made sure Bakugo was okay.

"Hey Kacchan, are you alright," Izuku pulled the blonde-haired teenager to his back and was completely knocked out. There was a cut on his head, and he was just starting to bleed. Izuku took a breath of relief, seeing that Bakugo was just unconscious.

He stood up and looked back at Ohma. Seeing he had no option left. Izuku had to fight him no matter what, this was his responsibility. This is what he brought to the school.

"Sorry this had to happen to you, I won't let him knock you and get away with it. I'll… I'll… I'll…," Izuku couldn't just think it out. It has been building up all day, and he had to declare to the world and himself.

"OHMA! I'm going to fight you!" Izuku said. Ohma smiled and turned around to see the same boy he met in the alleyway, not the shy, timid mess, but a person who wouldn't step down.

Ohma smirked and continued to lead the Young boy to the destination where they would fight. Izuku patiently followed behind, and he wouldn't strike his opponent like this, it would be wrong. They would fight when they got there.

The air was stiff and cold as Ohma and Izuk stood in an abandoned warehouse. It was surprisingly clean. This was more in the poor districts of the city. So no one would be bothering them.

Ohma began to stretch and crack his neck. Izuku set his bag on the side and held his fist up. Running into this recklessly would be a waste of time after what Izuku saw when Ohma quickly took down Bakugo. It was clear that this man had pushed his body to the extreme. Reacting to an explosion like that was so superhuman that Ohma had to have a quirk.

"Alright, you ready to fight," He asked, holding his fist out. Izuku took a deep breath and had to ask one more time.

"You don't have a quirk," Izuku asked calmly. Ohma humorously chuckled at the comment.

"Nope, I don't breathe fire, fly, or shoot lasers from my eyes," Ohma said with no hesitation. Izuku gulped and began to get his legs ready.

"Can I ask you something before we fight?" Izuku asked timidly. Ohma never broke his stance and shrugged his shoulders.

"Shoot,"

"Can a person be a hero without a quirk?" Izuku asked. Ohma's eyes widened slightly but quickly reformed into that stern, combat-ready expression.

"That's a stupid question," Ohma's words had hit Izuku with reality. The young teen lowered his head and weakly smiled, no more tears. It was just going to face the truth.

"Yeah, I guess it is a stupid question, how could a person be a hero without a quirk?" Izuku weakly chuckled.

"That's not what I meant," Ohma said. Izuku hesitated and glanced up at the man, seeing that he had a very serious expression on his face.

"What?"

"You don't need a quirk to fight or to be strong, that's why it's a stupid question. There's more to a person's fight than some meta ability. They have legs, arms, and mouths. They don't use them to fight. That's why I always dislike fighting people with quirks. They're too reliant on them sometimes. So if you want to be a hero, go for it, you don't need a quirk to be a hero, all you have to do is become strong!" Ohma yelled. Izuku dropped his amateur stance and felt like he was receiving a message from the heavens that a holy message was standing right in front of a man who held everything that Izuku wanted.

"Could you tell me how you became strong?" Izuku asked. This feeling of being told he could do anything made him overwhelmed with a feeling that he thought was long gone. Hope was burning within him so much that Izuku felt like he could storm the gates of hell.

"You want to know how I became strong," Ohma's eyes shined with a battle-ready glee. "Then fight me."

Izuku felt a wall was placed in front of him, yet it did not block his path; he welcomed the challenge and the adversity to come. This wasn't a time to give up, Izuku felt his heart burn with passion to fight and achieve his dreams.

"Then let's fight!" Izuku said with a determined expression. Then he ran towards Ohma with his fist up, ready to strike him.

"I can do this, all I have to do is-" Izuku's train of thought. Izuku was cut off as he threw the first punch at Ohma's chest, only for the man to not budge at all. Izuku then felt a swift chop to his stomach that knocked the air right out of his lungs and pushed him across the room until he hit the wall. Izuku back smashed hard into the smooth wall. The position he was in didn't allow him to fall.

Izuku's eyes were planted on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. Never in his life did he wish more to have an explosion thrown at him than to deal with that punch again.

Ohma gave a cocky smirk and danced with his steps, getting ready to deal with another attack.

"Hmm, here I was thinking you would go down in one hit. It is so obvious you're weak, you probably haven't even thrown a correct punch in your life," Ohma pointed out, though it sounded like mocking. Izuku, thankfully, could tell the two tones apart.

"I'm not done yet…" Izuku said as he coughed, trying to catch the air in his lungs. Izuku had to think more carefully next time. He weekly got into a stance but found that his legs were shaking and his abdomen flared up in pain. Ohma smirked and slowly approached Izuku.

"What do I do? If it comes too close, it's all over. I need to defend myself. The next punch he throws, I'm gonna try and get out of its way and throw a strike. That should work!" Izuku thought. Ohma took the first step. The green-haired teenager was preparing for the attack only to find the fist was inches away from his face.

These are his last thoughts before getting hit. "I couldn't even react to it!"

Izuku then found himself only seeing black as he was laid out on the floor. Ohma glanced down at Izuku, acknowledging that this fight was over. Before he could take a step back, Ohma found his right foot to be grabbed by Izuku. The beat-up teen raised his head and looked up at the man.

"I won't give up! Even if it takes me a billion years to defeat you, I'll learn your ways and become a hero!" Izuku cried but winced in pain quickly, grabbing his sides. Ohma stared at the young boy in silence. There was no malice or hate in Ohma's eyes, only a tranquil stare.

Ohma slowly knelt to Izuku and continued to look at the boy. Izuku wanted to try and reach out to grab him, but his body was too hurt. His weak hand was about to hit the floor, only for Ohma to catch it. His grasp wasn't tight, but it was firm.

Izuku could see Ohma was calmly looking at him. He thought Ohma was going to break his wrist. Instead, he gently bent his fingers until they reached the top palm of Izuku's hand. Pushing the fingers into his palm, Ohma gently guided Izuku's thumbs over the curled fingers. Making a fist.

"This entire time, you didn't even know how to throw a punch at me. Do you feel it? The way you're holding your hand? This is power. You are weak but still want to fight me. Congratulations, Izuku… this is strength," Ohma then picked up Izuku by the shoulders and stood him up. Izuku could see the calm happiness in his eyes. "People are not born in this world equal, but that does not mean they are capable of achieving that strength. We are born with hands to fight. We are born with legs to kick. We are born with a mouth to bite. Weakness isn't an excuse. Strength is still within you,"

"I won't teach you anything but keep fighting me, and you'll learn to be strong," Ohma said with a smirk. Izuku stood motionless as he stared in wonder at the man who beat him down, only for him to pull him back up. Izuku's head and ribs were inflamed by pain, and yet he felt tears of joy.

"You mean it…" Izuku asked, trying to speak through the tears. Ohma nodded and took a step back.

"Yeah, I did. So stop crying!" Ohma shouted. Izuku knotted and wiped away his tears as he tried to put on a brave front. Ohma was satisfied and got back into his fighting stance. "Are you ready for round two?"

Izuku got into his stance; he then took the same stance as Ohma. It was sloppy, and his left arm was lower than his right. After so much ridicule in his life, here he was, standing against someone stronger, but this better man was looking at him as an equal and not as an inferior.

"Let's fight!" Izuku shouted. Ohma smiled, thinking this was going to be fun.

Izuku could feel his pride, and his imagination couldn't help but think that right behind Ohma was a crouching tiger, ready to pounce on him. This was fighting without quirks. There were no fancy attacks or decorative costumes to make people cheer on. This was a battle where mankind first learned to change the world through his actions.

Without realizing it, Ohma could see it, the young wild club bearing out its fangs. A pathetically weak creature yet still has the potential to be a monster.

Izuku charged at Ohma; he leaped forward with his fist with no style whatsoever but just using the power he had to try and make an attack. Ohma smirked and cocked his fist back. Before they could continue, Ohma glanced to his right, seeing something. He stepped out of Izuku's path, making the young teen tumble on the floor and land flat on his back.

"OW!" Izuku cried out. He slowly got up, Ohma had stopped fighting and looked at the person. Wood opened the warehouse door. Izuku also did and wondered why Ohma would stop him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to have a word with an Ohma Tokita,"

Izuku could see the man who had interrupted them. he was an older gentleman, clearly in his 60s. He wore a nice black suit and had his black hair slicked back while his face was wrinkled. It showed no expression.

"Who the hell are you and to interrupt my fight!" Ohma said with rage.

"I'm sorry, but I was hoping I could give you a proposition," He said. Ohma raised an eyebrow at the man.

"What can you give me?" Ohma asked.

"I hear you like fighting. Would you be interested in representing my company in the Kengan tournament?" This man said calmly. Both Izuku and Ohma look to be confused. They've never heard of such a tournament. To Izuku, it didn't even sound like an official fighting competition.

"I see, allow me to explain, my name is Nogi Hideki you see, the man that you fought last night was supposed to represent my company and the upcoming tournament. He's currently in the hospital because of you," Nogi explained, though there was a hint of joy in his eyes, like he was very excited to see the man who defeated his last champion. Izuku eyes widened in surprise as he had heard of that name before.

This wasn't just anyone that was Nogi Hideki, the CEO of Nogi International Trades. He was one of the most respected businessmen in Japan. All Might even did a safety video for him. Izuku gasped and couldn't believe what he was seeing right. One of the most powerful men in the world was standing right in there.

"So, are you interested? you'll be fighting people who trained all their lives to fight what do you say?" Nogi asked. Ohma soon had a very wide smile on his face.

"Alright, I'll join your little tournament, tell me how strong are the people there," Ohma asked. Nogi pulled out a cigar and began to light it up.

"Let's just say that some of the people they're are capable of reaching at least the six to ten spots in the pro hero billboard,"

Izuku gasped at that comment. They were people who were powerful there. He gulped nervously and watched Ohma take a step forward.

"That billboard hero stuff is jack shit that's about popularity. It doesn't even describe their strength. So I'll ask again, how strong are they?" Ohma asked. Nogi looked unafraid at the man and let out a big puff of smoke.

"They're stronger than you," Nogi said with a dead look in his eyes. Ohma smiled and slammed his fist into the plan of his hand.

"Alright then, let's go!" Ohma shouted. Then he relaxed and pointed his thumb behind him, gesturing to Izuku.

"This is Izukumidoriya he's coming with me, got it," Ohma said sternly. Nogi nodded and didn't see any problem with it. To him, it looked like this young man was probably Ohma's pupil. Izuku was stumped about what he should do.

"Izukumidoriya!" Ohma called out, making the young teen look up at him. He froze in anticipation; he wanted him to come along to watch the tournament.

"What is it?" Izuku asked. Ohma stuffed his hands in his pocket and lazily looked at the youth.

"Are you coming or not?" He asked. Izuku was stunned, but he knew his answer. It was always there deep inside of him. Izuku ran over to his student bag and stood by Ohma's side.

"Let's go," Izuku said with an eager glare in his eyes. Ohma smirked and put up his hoodie. The two followed Nogi out of the warehouse, seeing a limo parked right outside.

"Little did I know that this choice changed my life. My name is Izuku Midoriya, and this is the story of how I became strong!"

Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed this Chapter. The next one is going to be Whitley Shane this next Saturday, Sorry, I've been under the weather lately. It's the worst when you're on vacation and sick. I can't wait for you guys to see the next Chapter, but I'm happy that you are enjoying the story. Also, I appreciate all the reviews thank you. So I am going to make some changes to the Kengan Tournament, I mean there are going to be some guest fighters but I won't tell you who/ :) Have a good and take care.