A/N: Alright before we start I have to make something abundantly clear.
Izuku WILL be saying nigga.
If you got a problem with that I don't care argue w ya mama.
In this story, Hisashi is a black man and Izuku has some of his features ie plumper lips, a taller stature, and a more defined jaw as well as tanner skin.
I can't in good faith write a story about Izuku growing up in the ave and not have him say nigga. All my people from CT alr know what it is.
Other than ion really got nun tah say.
"Do you think you deserve admission?"
The greenette scrunched his brow, looking around the room in a bout of confusion.
"Yes?"
"And why is that?"
"…Because I was recommended? I'm sorry is this a trick question?"
Nezu brought his paws together as he studied the teen further, beady eyes ripe with curiosity.
"Your file says you spent some time in the states."
"Connecticut, yeah."
"Ah, that makes sense, you have a bit of an accent."
"I don't wanna be rude but am I in or not? This is cutting into my personal time."
The Chimera shook his head before clearing his throat.
"Not yet, Midoriya. You are a recommended student-"
"But."
"But we need to put you through a practical to make sure that recommendation was earned."
"…So what's the point of the recommendation?"
"The recommendation just brings high calibre students to our attention. We still have to make sure those students are a good fit for our school."
A brief moment of silence filled the space before the teen sighed, nodding his head.
"Alright. What do I do?"
"You want me to fight another recommendation student?"
"Yes. One that has already gained admittance to be specific.
"And to pass I just gotta beat their ass?"
"You don't necessarily have to win, just display the skills necessary for the hero program."
"Ohhh. Type shit."
The principal pressed a button on his tiny phone, sending a text to one of his contacts.
Shortly after doing so, a tired looking man enetered the room, his hair obscuring most his face as a long scarf lie wrapped around his head.
"There's no fucking way that grown-ass man is a student."
The principal gave a little chuckle.
"No. That man is your opponent's homeroom teacher. The boy your to be fighting is behind him."
Stepping aside, the older man revealed a boy with dual-colored hair, each of his eyes a different color as well.
"Izuku Midoriya, meet Shoto Todoroki."
"Yo."
The stoic teen gave Izuku a once-over, his eyes holding a tint of dissatisfaction.
"You should give up. Its unlikely you'll beat me."
"And what makes you say that?"
"You look unprepared and disinterested. You clearly didn't come here ready for combat."
Furrowing his brow, the greenette rolled his sleeves up before removing his phone from his pocket and setting it to the side.
"Put bands on it then fuck nigga."
"What?"
"You heard me. I bet 4 thousand I'll fry you in front of your homeroom teacher."
Shoto turned heterochromatic eyes toward his teacher, confusion etched in his iris.
"That's 622,000 yen give or take."
"Oh. Fine, if taking your money helps illustrate the gap between us then I'll gladly-"
"Holy fucking yap fest. Can we fight now or what?"
The greenette turned toward the principal, awaiting confirmation.
The man in question offered a chuckle before nodding.
"Begin!"
With a wave of his hand, Shoto sent a massive ice glacier at his opponent, intent on freezing him solid and securing victory.
And for a moment it seemed that way as ice began to encroach on the taller teens legs, stopping his mobility.
"Just as expected. Your performance was pathetic-"
"Holy shit, do you ever shut up?"
A loud, reverberating clap punctuated the question nearly stunning the teen before frustration began to well up.
That frustration died, however, when he realized that Izuku was no longer there.
"Gun to ya head, spit a Birdman verse."
Before the shorter teen could turn around, a fist collided with his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground as pain pulsated throughout his face.
"See what happens when you talk too much?"
Shoto only growled in response before sending his quirk into the ground, freezing the very space under the greenette.
Once again, ice began to spread across the boys legs, halting his movement.
And just like last time, a loud clap flooded the air, signaling the boy's disappearance.
"I'm bout to be four bands richer I'm cryin'."
The voice startled Shoto, inspiring frantic search as the teen desperately sought to put eyes on his opponent.
When he did find him, he saw the greenette shaking his head, standing tall right beside Shota.
"Your student is real life ass no funny shit."
"You're awfully confident."
"The nigga don't even know what my quirk is yet. Plus, he uses the same two moves expecting them to work after they didn't work the last time."
"True."
Upon realizing Shoto's piercing glare, Izuku sighed before patting Aizawa on the back.
"I shoulda stayed my ass in Connecticut."
Clapping his hands, Izuku was right behind his opponent, his right leg raised and ready to hit the shorter teen with a round kick.
Shoto, however, ducked, finally getting some clue as to what the grenettes quirk was.
Something that meant little in the long run.
With another clap, Shoto wheeled around, expecting his opponent to be behind him only to see no one.
"Just cuz I clap doesn't mean I'm swapping with anything."
Sliding his hands around the shorter teens torso, Izuku picked the boy up before leaning backward and slamming him headfirst into the pavement.
The instant Shoto made contact, the boy was out like a light.
Rising to his full height, Izuku walked up to the homeroom teacher of 1-A, a bored expression on his face.
"Tell him I take cash, checks, and ."