This world was nothing like the one he grew up reading about- and then watching. It was darker, scarier, and much more twisted, he thought staring at the fight that unfolded before him. A hero with the power to cause earthquakes with his fists and a villain made of acidic jelly duked it out across the centre of a mall. Sometimes he wondered if superpowers had made everyone in this universe a little bit stupid. But remembering the kind of shit people had got up to in his first life disabused him of that notion. People had always, and perhaps would always be stupid.
Because he couldn't tell what had come over the hero to decide to engage someone with such a powerful changer quirk in this crowded environment. Sure, the man was wanted across 17 countries, as his memory reminded him of the man's bounty page- but surely someone could have worked to follow him back to his base and then engaged him there. Not in a mall. Not with children around, and definitely not causing acid to splash about the entire field.
Other heroes worked to evacuate the place, but they were too slow. Much too slow, he thought as he spied a couple of bodies on the floor with acid marks across them. The press would spin this as a victory, of course. He knew the villain would lose. Even if Quakefist failed to get him, then any of the increasing number of heroes responding to the distress call would. Such was the way of things. He disliked heroes, he realised. Not for their failings as people, but for how they pretended those failings didn't exist. There was nothing he hated more than a liar. He chuckled at that. There was no one he hated more than himself.
He decided that he'd seen enough, as Quakefist unleashed a combo into Acidrain's body that sent acid raining across the promenade and destroying the mall's beautiful greenery. He turned to leave, and that was when Acidrain's brain came to him with deviant thoughts. Turned around as he was, he could still feel the villain rush at him. His echolocation power came in handy as he turned right in time and lifted a hand to activate a forcefield. Acidrain splattered against the forcefield as he shifted the shape of the forcefield in seconds to form a cube that contained the villain. He already knew exactly how he would beat the villain. Supercomputer was handy like that, allowing him to think through situations much faster than any human could ever hope. Even shifted, Acidrain needed to breath.
He remembered it from the villain's info page. Midnight has once come close to defeating him on that fact alone, after all. He made the forcefield airtight and watched with a dispassionate gaze as the villain's struggles intensified before abruptly seizing. Acidrain's transformation ended and he took the shape he'd been in before he'd been accosted. That of a middle aged man with grey hair and glasses. A worn face that looked like it belonged on a salaryman, and not a mass murdering serial killer. He turned to the heroes with a fake smile on his face and dropped the forcefield, letting the man's body plop down to the ground with a thud.
"Hey kid. You can't do that. Unauthorised quirk usage is against Section three hundred and-"
He cut himself off as I reached into my pocket and took out my card. The foolish identification card I had to carry around me with everywhere since the day I turned 12 and it was clear that my quirk's power was not going to stop growing at a tame level.
Quakefist made to say something as the other hero had shut up, but even h kept quiet on seeing the badge. Both of them nodded at me, and I turned around again with an internal scoff. This world could be a miserable place. "Hold on, why aren't we arresting the kid or even just giving him a warning" one of the officers asked as he reached the heroes.
"He's one of them. He's got a black star card." Quakefist said, and the officer also shut up.
5,4,3,2,1 I silently counted down until my phone rang. I picked the call up instantly. For such a seemingly personable individual, Nezu did not have a lot of patience in his small body.
"Nice work with Acidrain" He said first of all. I nodded in reply. For all I knew, Nezu had orchestrated this entire thing himself.
"You could have stepped in sooner, you know" He offered.
"My card authorises me to only step in when I am either being endangered or when the heroes present are unable to deal with the threat. Quakefist could have beaten Acidrain on his own" I replied with a bored tone.
"Your card also authorises you to prevent harm to civilians." He said
"None of the civilians near me were harmed. Those who were were beyond my ability to save" I shrugged.
"Is that what you're going with?" He asked with a sigh, and I nodded. Sure, I'd calculated that they were almost certainly at risk of becoming collateral damage. Sure, I could have stepped in and ended the fight with Acidrain almost instantly. Matter Disintegration was a power that did not make for long fights. But then what would have been the fun in that. This way, I got to watch a good fight, and there was no harm done. These people were nothing more than fictional characters, at the end of the day.
"Is that all, Nezu?" I asked with a sigh.
"No. I still haven't received your application."
"The Institute has all my details. They should send it in" I replied.
"You know they can't do that. There's so many laws against things like that that the suggestion isn't even funny, Izuku"
"Well, they're basically forcing me into being a hero and we both know there are laws against things like that."
"Not with National Security considerations"
"So many things are justified on the basis of National Security, aren't they?"
"Send in your application or I'll sic Midnight on you" He said and I shrugged before ending the call.
I looked at the street with an aggravated stare. Nezu's call had irritated me. The stupid Mouse-bear-cat- abomination had a habit of that. He'd also made the walk not worth it anymore. I turned and lifted a hand to call the attention of the car I'd been trying to ignore as it dogged my every step before I walked into the mall, and now that I'd walked out of it.
It drove over and I climbed into the back seat.
With not a word, the driver began the long journey back to the Institute of Quirk Rehabilitation.
"You were gone a while, Izuku" Momo said as I walked into my room.
Her black hair was pulled in a long ponytail as she pouted up at me. I told her I'd be gone even longer, and I pointed that out to her. She only replied by pouting further. Momo's attachment to me had been easy to foresee, and basically inevitable. We were the only ones in our age group at the Institute. Everyone else was either much younger, or much older. Well, that was wrong. There were people in our age group at the Institute, but it wasn't an exaggeration to say we were the only ones who were even close to mentally stable among the lot. Broken awakenings made up the majority of the Institute's patients.
Momo and I made up the minority classification- quirks with the potential to threaten National Security. Momo could make enough gold to crash the world's market. She could do that with any commodity. Any. Commodity. She wouldn't have a hard time making a nuclear bomb if she got the right instructions. Everything she needed, she could make. She could print Yen just as well as the central bank could. She had the potential to not just crash the economy, but destroy the whole of Japan if she wanted to and got her hands on the right resources. Needless to say, the entire Yaoyorozu fortune wasn't enough of a shield to prevent the government from getting their hands on her. In my case, I'd been born with a quirk that gave me the powers of the second strongest person in the Worm Universe- a universe with a much higher power ceiling than this one.
When they first transferred me from the orphanage, they'd been running mad thinking it was a reality warping power. Now, those fears were gone- but new ones had risen. My powers grew stronger by the day. When I was twelve, I couldn't pick what powers I had access to. When I was fifteen, I could pick, but never hold on to one for longer than 15 minutes. At Sixteen, that became an hour. Now? I was eighteen and I hadn't deactivated Supercomputer since my Seventeenth birthday.
"That doesn't matter. Tell me about how it went" She asked, wanting to know all about the outside world. They didn't let her leave, after all. Her power was too dangerous. The villains after her were infinite in number. Not just villains even. At least three agents from Foreign nations had infiltrated the Institute in the hopes of either kidnapping her or killing her.
"It went just as well as things always do." I said, saying nothing.
"You're in a mood" She said.
"No shit, Sherlock" I replied, and she just chuckled as she got up from my couch.
I gulped as she walked over to me. Momo was a specimen of a woman. Beautiful face, long legs that went on for miles, and breasts that were the size of melons - we'd measured them.
"What if I helped with your mood?" She whispered in my ear as her left hand rested on my chest. It started to stray downwards. Slowly, surely. Down my stomach, where she seemed intent on counting each ab, and then further down. Past my waist. Down towards my crotch. She reached it, tracing the outline of my penis through my trousers. I gasped as I felt myself harden against her fingers.
"Well, I won't." She said, and turned, snatching her hand away quickly before leaving my room with a laugh.
This woman will be the death of me, I sighed to myself staring down at the tent in my trousers.
A/N: Here's the warning. I'm rewriting and restarting this story, but it's going to have a lot of smut. Smut with plot because I can't bear to write anything else, but the smut will be unavoidable. Warning, the next chapter will have smut. It'll probably start off with smut right at the beginning. Run if you aren't down for that. Edited it to make it an insert into Izuku for reasons (Just realised I've never actually done an SI into a major character itself. Since this is fairly early days and I doubt I'll be starting any major projects for a while- this was the best opportunity.)
The next chapter is already up on my pa-tr-e0-n page. Same username as the one I have here- check my profile for a link. I'll update this quite frequently over there.