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Sometimes it was a challenge to wake Izuku up. He wouldn't move no matter how much he was jostled and begged to awake. He just stayed there, still, unmoving, like a corpse. It took a long time but eventually, he would move. Sometimes he would throw a weak punch, others he would allow a mess of slurred words to escape his tired lips, sometimes they would make sense. Most days like this he would pathetically attempt to grasp whomever was waking him so they could sit him upright.
And then there were the days he would scream. Wild, terrified, thrashing, and desperate pleas for whatever dreamland was forcing his mind through to end.
Today was one of those days.
It pained Inko to watch her little boy experience this level of terror as soon as he woke up, it only took a moment for him to come to and cling on to his mother, heavy sobs racking his body as she gently rubbed his back.
“Good morning Izuku,” Inko began in a soft voice. “It’s 7:15 in the morning, you have school today.” She pulled the blanket away from her son’s legs to allow the cold air to help wake him up naturally. “Hitoshi stayed over last night, he’s waiting for you with Tomura downstairs… Can you walk?”
No response.
He was asleep again.
It took awhile, but Inko finally managed to coax Izuku into standing up and getting ready.
As Izuku slowly plodded down the stairs, Hitoshi winced at the time.
“Hey Dusty, can Giri take us to school today? We have like fifteen minutes till it starts.”
Tomura glared at the upsettingly tall teen.
“I could remove your kidneys whenever I want, and you could do nothing to stop me.”
“Thanks, can you have him drop us off behind the convenience store’s bushes?”
The leader of a villain organization (albeit a small one) muttered under his breath grumply, and told Hitoshi to send Kurogiri the coordinates he needed himself. Hitoshi rolled his eyes and shoved a thermos into the barely awake Izuku's hands, putting his breakfast back in the fridge as Izuku rarely had an appetite after a morning like the one he had just had. After making sure his friend was still steady on his feet Hitoshi shot a quick text to Kurogiri simply stating Midoriya front porch to 28°4'37"N 82°27'55"W and they made their way to the front porch
Moments later a portal opened and the two boys found themselves hastily dropped through into a pile of bushes.
“Gosh,” Izuku whined, dusting himself off, “maybe warn a guy first?”
“I was gonna warn you but Giri went too fast.” Hitoshi responded, picking leaves out of his hair, “he was probably too busy to check where he was dumping us.”
“Yeah, what's a little bruising on the second day of school? No biggie”
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Izuku was a master at subtly zoning out, as long as you weren't talking directly to him or staring him in the eyes you would never be able to tell he was in a different universe, so he decided to visit the stratosphere to the tune of Aizawa’s monotone voice.
“Blah blah blah practical training blah blah blah you get to wear your hero costumes blah blah blah new teacher blah blah blah.”
“I AM HERE!”
The sudden shout caused Izuku to pile drive his face directly into his desk.
“ENTERING THE ROOM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”
Izuku had barely recovered from the loud noise when another giant shock hit him directly in the face.
“All Might?!” The entire class said simultaneously in varying degrees of enthusiasm.
Aizawa glared at the blond hero and began his next instruction.
“Your costumes,” he gestured to the wall which was now lined with suitcases, “put them on and meet me at training ground beta.”
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Izuku grinned at himself in the locker room mirror; he and Hitoshi had spent hours making poorly drawn sketches and begging the League for advice on style and practicality.
The fight for stylistic freedom that happened between Dabi and Mr. Compress was still sending its aftershocks through their interactions, but they did manage to settle on who got to coach each boy through the design process.
Dabi had helped Izuku and had done a damn good job. His costume consisted of a black sleeveless turtleneck leotard, and insulated legging for temperature control with black cargo shorts over that and simple high top sneakers on his feet, now for his favorite part; a long black on one side red on the other strip of fabric about a foot wide with the edges on either side raised as if there was something sewn into it, an aerial ribbon. He looped it around his neck once, and slid on a pair of gloves that exposed each knuckle and cut off at the last one, he flexed his fingers in the pattern specified on the instructions, suddenly the entire thing wrapped itself around him into the shape of a zip up hoodie. The sewn in components were long magnetic strips connected to jointed gear that allowed the silk to fold and unfold at will as well as creating spaces that could be used as pockets (though that was ill advised as the entire thing could easily come undone if prompted). Grinning at his new gear, he pulled on a motorcycle helmet that had a digital face to allow programmed emoticons or messages to display across his visor. There were a few other mechanics to the helmet and hoodie, but he didn't have time to explore all of them right now. He took one last glance at himself in the mirror and noticed something strange.
The helmet had cat ears.
[ ･- ･] his visor displayed.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Izuku grumbled as he left the locker room, tail twitching in annoyance.
Oh, there was the perfect opportunity to burn off some of his annoyance,
“Hey Toshi!” Izuku said to catch his friend’s attention, his voice clearly coming through the built in speaker/coms system.
The purple one turned around, “yeah?”
“I need to tell you something, come here.”
Hitoshi leaned in,
*bonk*
“What the heck Izuku? That hurt!” Hitoshi exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his forehead where he had been headbutted.
[ :D ]
[ >:D ]
“...You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
[ ●´∧｀● ]
“I like your costume, Toshi.”
“Thanks, I'm not forgiving you. Nice ears by the way” he smirked
He was wearing a white button up and black tie with purple embroidered feathers, and a dull purple waistcoat, his pants resembled slightly oversized slacks and were made out of a sturdy but flexible material that was tailored to allow a lot of movement and some high top dress shoes that had a steel toe. A black zip up hoodie with several pockets was thrown over the whole thing.
Mr. Compress had taken over his design, and had made sure to specify exactly which brands each piece should resemble.
“You should put on the gloves,” Izuku said innocently.
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow in suspicion, and pulled a pair of white formal gloves out of his pocket. He inspected them closely and realized in annoyance there was a small no internet dinosaur embroidered onto the fabric that rested on his palm just below his thumb.
“Not as bad as it could have been I guess…”
[ ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°) ] “Lets go before we get in trouble.”
Hitoshi grimaced as he pulled on his voice changing mask, “ew, what even is that expression?”
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“All Might, I need to talk to you.” Aizawa said, not looking at the massive hero
“What is Erazerhead?”
“There’s a student, he has Narcolepsy, which means he has disability accommodations.”
All Might cocked his head “that's the one where you sleep a lot, right?”
“Somewhat, anyway, the important part is he also has Cataplexy, I’ll explain it later but this means if I say stop the exercise it needs to stop immediately, do you understand?”
“Yes but, why?”
“I said, do you understand?” Aizawa growled
“...yes”
A moment later the students arrived, looking very heroic and proud of their new costumes, chattering amongst each other or in Iida and Ayoma’s cases, posing.
“Listen up class!” All Might began, brushing off Aizawa’s words. “Today’s exercise will be a simple villains vs heroes situation! Despite what you might see on T.V. 90% of villain encounters happen quietly indoors.”
Aizawa reached into the two boxes labeled A and B and pulled out two numbers, “these boxes will help us randomly decide your teams, for example the two numbers Erazerhead is holding mean young Midoriya And young Uraraka will be hero team one and…” Aizawa put the two balls in a third box and grabbed two more “young Iida and young Bakugo will be villain team one!”
Izuku and Bakugo shot glasses at each other
[ (ง︡'-'︠)ง ]
Bakugo’s expression faltered for a moment before growing absolutely enraged.
“The villain team will be hiding a nuclear warhead somewhere in that building over there, and the hero team will go find it, to win you may retrieve it by touching it or you may use capture tape to arrest or capture the opposing team, or if the hero team fails to capture the opposing team or the warhead for 15 minutes, the villain team will win! Any questions?”
After all the things got cleared up and the teams were choses, Bakugo and Iida entered the building with the nuke and Izuku and Uraraka were left to strategize.
“Your quirk is floating, right?” Izuku asked, pulling his helmet off so he could get some fresh air before the exercise.
“Oh actually it’s Zero Gravity, but I guess your ring I do basically make things float”
“And you can make yourself float?”
“Yep!” she confirmed, bouncing on her heels
“Sweet! Can you float up and check all the windows for the weapon when we start?”
“Oh! yes!”
“Hero team please start”
“Let's go then”
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Class A watched Uraraka float herself around the front of the building on the silent screen, quickly dropping herself around the third floor, apparently spotting the Nuke and pointing Izuku towards it. He nodded, shoving his helmet back on and seemingly instructed her to go inside before he began climbing up the side of the building to the fourth floor.
The camera switched to Bakugo stomping around the halls on the second floor nearby where Uraraka was. The camera switched again to Iida who was frantically cleaning up the room and appeared to be monologuing to himself, a vent flipped open on the high ceiling behind him and out came Izuku, minus his hoodie hanging from a black and red aerial ribbon looking ready to ambush the Nuke.
Suddenly Bakugo, closely pursued by Uraraka, burst through the entryway, looking absolutely pissed, he slammed into Izuku, propelling himself through the air with his explosions. Izuku was ripped off his perch and halfway through the window that the hero team had used to locate the Nuke.
“You tricky little-!” Bakugo’s voice was so loud 1-A could briefly hear it through the teachers' coms.
Bakugo repeatedly punched Izuku’s helmet, managing to knock it off four punches in, he kept on going, clearly breaking Izuku’s nose on the sixth, Iida was playing keep-away with the Nuke in an attempt to keep Uraraka from touching it in the background, not paying any attention to Izuku’s plight.
Aizawa chewed his scarf, concerned, should he call the match? What if the kid wasn’t able to move, he had not defended himself against the beating- wait he was moving his hand, claws out he dug into Bakugo’s stomach and twisted, causing the blond to stop what he was doing and clutch the new hole in his gut.
Izuku staggered forward as far away from Bakugo as he could before falling to his knees. By this point Uraraka and Iida had effectively made a mess out of his aerial ribbon on the floor but managed to remain untangled. Till now, Izuku flexed his hand and the silk coiled upon itself, entangling the opposing students and rapidly forcing them, and the nuke, together into Uraraka’s outstretched arms.
“Hero team wins”