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It was a nice day out. The birds were chirping, the cicadas buzzing. Izuku sat outside his home, with his eyes closed, listening. It was roughly two hours before he needed to leave for his first day of school at the hero school U.A., where he would meet new people. Rustling near his left caused him to open his left eye to the noise, and he gasped at what he saw. The sun had risen, and spread the shining rays all over the leaves around him. Everything around him was absolutely stunning, and he never wanted this moment to end. Even the trees were content, swaying in the gentle breeze that coasted along, hitting Izuku's face. He opened his other eye, and the beauty increased tenfold. Tears began to flow freely from his eyes, blurring the sight before his eyes. Somehow, the kaleidoscope vision made the world around him even prettier. His tears brought out a nice effect on the world, in addition to being a simple but easy way to make people hurt.
"Oh, Izuku, what's wrong, sweetheart?" His mother sat down next to him, eyeing his tears, not noticing his mood. Izuku ignored her, perfectly content with letting her feelings stew inside her. A bird swooped by, and with his tear-stained vision, he saw all the colors reflected in his eyes. Soft hands wiped the tears from his face away, but they never came close to his actual eyes. For that, he was glad. His mother seemed to understand that he didn't want the liquid removed from his eyes. Tears were a helpful tool, and a strong tactic to use against practically everyone. The only person who seemed indifferent to his tears was his brother, but Kacchan disliked it when Izuku cried. So when Kacchan was around, he refused to cry. Unless of course, it would benefit the two of them. "Honey? Are you alright?" His mother's nasally voice disrupted his quiet thoughts. She was always nosy, but rarely this nosy. The hands that had retracted themselves now came back, putting pressure on his shoulders. "Come back to me now, Izuku, sweetie," she said, and he stifled a smirk.
She had no way of knowing exactly what went on his mind. He allowed a small smile to ease its way onto his face and turned to face his mother. He tilted his head, questioning her tense posture, her flickering gaze. Relief sparked in her eyes as everything seemed to drain out of her. "Yeah, mom?" He asked, innocently. The smile remained on his face as he attempted to be the perfect child she wanted him to be. She always wanted him to be a normal child, which he understood. However, he wasn't about to let understanding come in the way of his personality. So while she paid for medicine at the market, he dumped the pills down the toilet, one by one, every day. Over the years, she never suspected a thing, but she stopped buying the medication.
Together, the two of them would visit doctor after doctor, her hoping to find a cure for her unruly child, him growing more bored with every new doctor. When nothing the doctors prescribed worked, his mother had tried therapy. At first, a lady, or a man would sit across from him and ask him questions. Things like, "Have you ever thought about suicide?" Or, "Do you think about harming other people?" Seeing every reason to lie, Izuku would make up stories. Drop subtle hints that perhaps he was the normal one, and it was his mother who should be interviewed. He said things like: "No, but I've seen my mother hold a bottle of pills before," or, "There are cuts on my momma I can't ever explain," which caused the therapist to back off the questioning and sit in silence. After the sessions were over, the therapist would bring his mother in, and ask her subtle questions about her own behavior, or if they were smart enough, about Izuku's behavior.
As he looked into the half-worried, half-relieved eyes of his mother, Izuku realized how much she had gone through. She'd put up with him longer than most could ever imagine. Suddenly moved by her efforts to bend him to society's whims, he leaned forward and hugged her. She stiffened at the sudden contact from her son, but she easily wrapped her arms around him. Izuku gently rested his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth that cascaded over him. Over her shoulder, he kept watch. He scanned the road, waiting for his brother who had said he would come early to his house. That was the entire reason that Izuku had even considered climbing out of his bed. Kacchan made every time they met enjoyable, and he planned to make sure that the two of them met a lot. Izuku could hardly consider a world without his brother. As he saw the all-too-familiar head of spiked blond hair, he perked up immediately. His mother released him as he stood, his smile growing into a crazy grin.
As he ran down the steps to his house, Izuku knew the moment Kacchan spotted him. The blond boy began to sprint towards him, and the two met in the center of the street. He jumped into his brother's arms, who swung him around like the two were a newlywed couple. They couldn't help it; they truly loved each other. Then, Izuku simply hugged his brother, in a similar position that he was in with his mother. This time, however, he was in the arms of someone he would do anything for. There were limits to what he was willing to do for his mother. But not for Kacchan. Never for Kacchan.
The blond boy said nothing as the two clung to each other like they were the last people on Earth. The sounds around him faded out of existence as he observed the tangle of dark green hair. He noticed the boy's tense shoulders and knew he was nervous about his first day of school. When Zuku was nervous, he had a tendency to avoid whatever it was. Which meant he was going to try to avoid school. "You can't get out of this, Zuku. Too much is riding on you becoming a hero," he murmured to the boy. Underneath his arms, Katsuki felt his brother flinch. He promptly released the freckled boy before he could physically lash out at him. It's true. If you don't train to be a hero with me, there's no telling what would happen to you, he thought.
Green eyes met red ones. Zuku's eyes glittered with intelligence, and Katsuki knew he was hiding his thoughts. Usually, he could look into his brother's eyes and know what was going on in his brain, but there were a few times when the boy held back. When Zuku didn't want his brother to know his thoughts, those thoughts usually lead to something terrible. Which meant that Katsuki had to make his brother let go of them, without the boy ever figuring it out. If he figured out what Katsuki was doing, there would be no stopping him.
As soon as Katsuki opened his mouth, his brother cut him off. "Don't, Kacchan. I know what you're trying to do. It won't work. I promise it's a good idea," the freckled boy said. Every cell in his body froze. Those words meant that Zuku has known for a while what he had been up to. The frozen feeling evaporated when Zuku continued. "I don't care though. You're just trying your best to stop me." He ducked out of Katsuki's arms. "But, sometimes I don't want to be stopped. You know the feeling right, Kacchan? Like when Aunt Mitsuki wants you to stop coming over to our house. You don't want to, right? It's the same thing with me!" The blond's brother looks back at him, with a bright smile on his face. Katsuki nods along, because he does understand where Zuku is coming from, but his mother has explained to him on several occasions that Zuku shouldn't be allowed to run wild.
Personally, Katsuki agrees with his mother. There's nothing he wouldn't do for his brother, but he knows that somethings Zuku does, are morally wrong. Like the times when the freckled boy took his hands and forced the blond to use his own Quirk on himself. The pain had been almost unreal, and Katsuki never wanted to do it again. The scars were on the inside of his thighs. There was example after example of how Zuku misused him. Sometimes Katsuki couldn't care less about his brother's habits, other times, it was all he thought about. It worried him what the world would think about the small freckled boy who only wanted to be a hero.
"Hey, Zuku." The tan boy met his eyes, no longer looking sheepish. "Trust me, I get it. How 'bout we get ready together?" The question made the boy in question light up, and he nodded frantically. "Let's go then," he said, throwing an arm around the greenette's neck, pulling him close. Zuku let out a squawk of protest but allowed himself to be pulled by Katsuki.
"Boys? Where are you going?" Aunt Inko's voice called after them. The worry in her voice was evident, and Katsuki felt a dull pang of guilt in his stomach. Of course, she would be worried. Whenever the two of them left, he usually came home with some new injury. But they were only going to his own house, to get dressed and ready for school. It was a trivial matter, and he didn't think Inko truly wanted to know if they were only getting dressed.
So, Katsuki did what Zuku did best; he lied.
He pretended he didn't hear his aunt's voice and continued walking back to his house, with his brother in tow. If Zuku thought it mattered, he would have called back to his mother himself, but apparently, he was having the same thought process as Katsuki, as he didn't say a word. Relief flooded the blond, because if Zuku didn't care, then neither should he. Smiling, he led the boy into his house, where his mother greeted them, in her own loud way.
"Next time you see Inko, you fuckin' apologize! She just called me, saying 'bout how you ignored her callings!" Mitsuki was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone who knew her was aware of it. She'd raised her son to be almost a carbon copy of herself. So, Katsuki replied in a most Mitsuki-like way.
Stepping closer to his mother, he glared at her. "You listen here, you old hag. Inko doesn't give a shit if we're only to get dressed for U.A. because that's the school we're attending remember, dipshit?" He asked, advancing on her. Katsuki watches as his mother, on instinct, backs away from her own son.
Well, if protecting Zuku's choices means fighting his mother, so be it. As soon as he opens his mouth for round two, a hand rests on his shoulder. "Kacchan." A single word, but the warning underneath it was clear enough. Katsuki shudders under the weight of the threat and abruptly clamps his mouth shut. "Come on, let's change." The hand never leaves his shoulder as Zuku slowly pushes him up the stairs.
Once in the blond's room, the two of them collapsed on his bed, giggling like school girls. "Did you see the look on her face when you replied to her?" Zuku said excitedly, in between bouts of laughter. With a grin on his face, the red-eyed boy nodded. His mother's face had twisted in surprise, anger, and an emotion that he couldn't place. "She looked so, so angry, Kacchan! She looked like she was going to hit you! Oh." Katsuki watched his brother's eyes practically light up. "What if she did hit you? What would she have done afterward? Would she cry? Would she hit you again? Who knows what she would have done, Kacchan! Next time, you gotta let her hit you. Then tell me what she does after." Zuku's eyes were trained on him. Katsuki nodded his assent. An eerie smile twitched across the freckled boy's face. "Perfect." With that, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Katsuki moved a moment later, after the fear in his body resided. He knew that Zuku would never hurt him, but that never stopped his mind from being terrified of the boy. Sometimes, when his brother got so into something, like the thought of his mother, Mitsuki, striking him, he became scared. It was not a feeling he would ever admit to, especially to Zuku. He didn't want to face the misery that would be Zuku. For if Katsuki's brother ever caught wind that the blond was afraid of him, he would be devastated. Katsuki had yet to see what the emotion of despair would do to Zuku, but he didn't want to find out. He'd seen how anger, sadness, happiness, fear, among other basic emotions, had affected the boy. A more complex emotion, like anguish, was almost unthinkable.
"You have our uniforms, right?" The sweet, innocent voice of Zuku brought Katsuki out of his thoughts. If the blond had been lost in thought, there was a high probability that the freckled boy standing a little ways' away from him had been listening in. With narrowed eyes, the boy watched his brother for any signs that he had been prying into Katsuki's thoughts. As if sensing his intentions, the greenette stiffened and turned around, hurt splayed across his features. "Didn't you know, Kacchan? I've never tried to listen in to your thoughts. Never ever! I wouldn't want you to lose all your trust in me, would I?" Hiccuping, Zuku turned his back on his brother and leaned against the dresser that he'd been standing next to.
"You've never mentioned that fact, Zuku," Katsuki began gently, to which the other boy began sobbing heavily. "But I've never had to keep a secret from you anyway. I'm flattered that you've never been forced to listen in to my mind. I'm sorry, Zuku, for not realizing exactly how much you cared." For two could play at this game, Katsuki knew. He'd seen what his brother was trying to do. The boy was trying to manipulate him into telling him what Katsuki was thinking about. Usually, Zuku would never try to manipulate his brother, but old habits die hard. So instead of caving, Katsuki deflected what he wanted by apologizing. Being the prideful being he was, the blond rarely apologized for his shortcomings. However, by apologizing to his brother, he would secure the notion that Zuku would forget about trying to pry into his thoughts.
"You really mean that, Kacchan?" A soft whisper came from the shaggy-haired boy. He turned around, and Katsuki saw the tears streaming down his face. Guilt wormed around in his stomach, but he forced himself to quell the feeling. In all their life, the blond had rarely been the reason for his brother to cry. It was never a good feeling afterward, for being the reason a cheerful person cried. Apparently, Zuku found his answer in his eyes, for he smiled gently, and then fished around in the draw for their uniforms.
Once he pulled them out, Katsuki took one look at them and wrinkled his nose. "This shit is ugly as hell," he commented, holding the jacket to himself, while Zuku snorted with laughter. "There's a tie as well? No fucking way I'm wearing that. Nope." He snatched the rest of his clothes from his giggling brother. As he shoved himself into his uniform, he glanced back to see the freckled boy doing the same thing. As he was shirtless, Katsuki let his gaze rest on the scar on his shoulder. It had faded, so much so, that you could only see it if you knew where you were looking. His own scar had done the same thing. Zuku threw a shirt on, and he stopped looking at his brother.
When he turned around again, Zuku was struggling with his tie. "Hey," he said, which caused the greenette to stop fighting with the tie. "Don't wear the tie. You don't know how to tie one anyway." Ignoring the protest from his brother, Katsuki took the tie out of his hands. "No tie," he said, leaving no room for argument.
Katsuki smiled as his brother simply laughed, his eyes scrunching closed with each peal of laughter, the crinkles by his eyes growing wider.
The two of them were going to be great heroes.
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They walked into the classroom and were immediately greeted by a tall, black-haired boy wearing glasses. "It is incredibly inappropriate to not wear a tie! You must wear a tie tomorrow!" The boy boomed, and only a hand on Kacchan's shoulder stopped the boy from launching a physical attack on the boy. The glasses-wearing boy only narrowed his gaze, looking down his nose a the blond and the boy gripping his shoulder. Upon spotting Izuku's own lack of a tie, he opened his mouth again but was interrupted.
"Yo, Bakugo, Midoriya!" The greenette turned his head towards whoever was calling his name. It was a boy with spiked bright red hair. Izuku tilted his head, confused as to who this was. Kirishima Eijiro. Quirk: Hardening. He can harden any part of his body for a time. Spoke with both Midoriya Izuku and Bakugo Katsuki at the U.A. Entrance Exam and liked both of them. Likes manly things. Is feeling overjoyed, slightly nervous, and also slightly confused at lack of response from both Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku. Izuku shook his head after his Quirk supplied this information. He'd have to write that down later. He focused his eyes on the grinning, shark-toothed boy again.
"Morning, Kirishima," he greeted warmly. He turned to Kacchan, raising an eyebrow. The blond met his gaze and shook his head slowly. Izuku refused to look away, as did his brother, and they began a staring contest. If Izuku won, Kacchan would have to greet Kirishima. If Kacchan won, Izuku would have to do one thing for the blond boy. While they weren't paying attention, Kirishima stood near them, watching the staring match take place. The boy wearing glasses also watched them, seemingly because he didn't have anything else to do. Other people began to filter into the classroom, and seeing the two, gathered around them.
Izuku saw the blond's eye began to twitch, an almost sure sign of him about to blink. The pain was almost unbearable, and he was trying his hardest not to blink. He could feel his own eyelids twitching under the pressure of not blinking, but there wasn't much he could do but hope Kacchan blinked before he did. The world was silent, and Izuku didn't know if that was because everyone around them was being quiet, or if he tuned them out.
Suddenly, Kacchan's eyes shut for only a moment before he opened them again, but he broke eye contact, giving his eyes some much-needed blinks. "I won, Kacchan," he stated bluntly, as he closed his eyes so they could retain moisture.
A huff in his direction was all the recognition he got from his brother. Everyone around them was silent while they waited for something to happen. He heard his brother inhale. "Mornin', Shitty Hair," he grumbled, which caused both Izuku and Kirishima to squawk like baby birds yearning for their mother to feed them.
"My hair's not that bad-"
"Kacchan, that's not nice-"
"Besides, your's isn't much better-"
"I'm going to tell Aunt Mitsuki-"
"In fact, your hair-"
Izuku watched the blond boy turn in their direction, explosions lighting from his hands. "Would the two of you kindly," he said, his voice dripping with contempt and venom. For good measure, he threw a dangerous glare at Izuku. "Shut the fuck up?" He hissed, spittle flying from his mouth.
Before a true argument could break out between the blond and the greenette, a yellow sleeping bag rolled into the classroom. It somehow stood up, and looking out at the class was a man. Aizawa Shouta. Hero Name: Eraserhead. Hero name was chosen by current spouse, Yamada Hizashi, otherwise known as Present Mic. Quirk: Erasure: Able to erase Quirks as long as he doesn't blink and keeps his target in his eyesight. Is seeing Toshinari Yagi behind Yamada Hizashi's back. Toshinari Yagi is unaware of their marriage.
Izuku blinked, taking in the information. His Quirk, aptly named "Information", told him things he wouldn't otherwise know. He could focus it so he could read someone's emotions. He also recently figured out that if someone thought hard enough, he could read their thoughts. Kacchan had helped him out with that one. With the information about Eraserhead's cheating, he could blackmail the teacher into giving him something he wanted.
He bit his cheeks to stop his grin from spreading across his face. He could hold this information above his teacher's head the whole year, and never have to worry about a thing unless of course, Eraserhead decided to step up and reveal his terrible secret.
"Alright everyone, take your seats. We'll be going around the room, saying names, Quirks, and something about yourself. I'm Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher this year." The bland man watched everyone hurriedly sit down, except for a spiky-haired blond boy, and his companion, the shorter green-haired boy. He locked eyes with a blond boy who sat closest to the door. "You first," he instructed and sat down at his desk.
The boy stood up. "My name is Aoyama Yuga, my Quirk is Navel Laser, and I can't stop twinkling!" He cried striking a pose before swiftly sitting down. Aoyama Yuga is insecure about his Quirk and proceeds to hide it by acting as though he is above everyone else.
The girl behind him stood up. She had pink skin, pink hair, and horns. "Hello everybody! I'm Ashido Mina, and my Quirk is Acid!" She raised her hands, and a couple drops of white liquid squirted from her hands, landing on Aoyama's chair. Everyone watched as it slowly dissolved, hissing. She glanced at it, her face twisting in a frown before the bright smile replaced it. Ashido Mina is terrified of her Quirk. She is scared that it will one day kill someone.
"Guess I'm next, ribbit." A frog-girl stood up. "My name is Asui Tysuu, my Quirk is Frog, ribbit, and I would like to be called 'Tysuu'." Once finished the girl promptly sat down, leaving the whole class in shock. Izuku waited for his Quirk to tell him something, but it remained quiet. This startled him, but he knew he couldn't outright react to the lack of information.
The glasses boy who scolded them earlier stood up and began to monologue. "I am Iida Tenya! I come from a private school! My Quirk allows me to propel myself because of the engines on my legs!" He said, chopping the air at random intervals. His brother is Iida Tensei, the Pro Hero Ingenium. Iida Tenya’s fear of his brother becoming severely injured is kept hidden from his family. He was raised in a family where being a hero was the only option.
Izuku almost whistled but caught himself. Someone with a weaker mentality would've broken under the same circumstances that Iida had been raised under. So it seems that he’s a force to be reckoned with, despite his strange mannerisms. After he sat down, a brown-haired girl stood up in his place. “Hi, I’m Uraraka Ochacho! My Quirk is Zero-Gravity, and I’m looking forward to making friends with you all!” The girl put the class at ease with her friendly manner. Izuku watched as a couple of them smiled at her. Uraraka Ochacho’s Quirk requires five fingers to activate but requires all ten to deactivate. The pads on her fingers are required to touch the object. The bubbly personality is a facade.
“Alright, next row,” Aizawa said, turning his gaze to the next row. Izuku speculated that the grumpy, tired ways of his teacher were real, but exaggerated. If only because he had arrived at the classroom in a yellow sleeping bag. It hadn’t seemed like a very professional thing to do, but this was U.A., and Izuku certainly wasn’t complaining about the staff. If they would allow him to study his classmates, they would get along just fine.
A boy with a tail stood up, the tail quivering behind him. “Mashiro Oijiro,” he simply supplied before sitting down again. A minimalist, Izuku thinks before his Quirk takes over. He briefly registers that his hand had been scribbling whatever his Quirk had been telling him. He had notes on everybody who had spoken, and every page was for a new person. Mashiro Oijiro’s Quirk is similar to an extra appendage. Is incredibly skilled at martial arts, although has adapted to include his tail. His minimalist attitude stems from being in foster care all his life.
The next boy stood up. He had blond hair, with a lightning bolt through part of it. It looked natural, but Izuku wondered if it was dyed. “Kaminari Denki! My Quirk is Electrification, but a drawback of it is that I go stupid!” He laughs along with the class, but even Izuku didn’t need his Quirk to see the pain in his eyes. Kaminari Denki’s Quirk has accidentally sent several people to the hospital, but they never filed charges, nor knew what happened. Their names were Hibana and Kazan Sei. The hospital was rumored to have killed the couple under someone’s orders. Kaminari Denki’s father is a powerful man who forced his son into the hero business so he could protect him. Izuku blinked as the information processed. Of course, his brain had already stored it away for later examination, but it was good to stop and take it in consciously. A warm smile spread across his face once he’d finished. It seemed as though his Quirk had told him a rumor. He would have to tell Kacchan later, he decided.
”I’m Kirishima Eijirou! My Quirk is Hardening! Watch!” He didn’t even wait for Kaminari to sit down before he began. Overconfident, or stupid? Izuku wondered before his Quirk took over. As Kirishima hardened his arm, the class oo’d and aww’d the boy for his fantastic Quirk. Kirishima Eijirou’s hair color is black. His self-confidence is so low that he attempted to change his entire appearance before high school to make sure that nobody from his middle school recognized him. He watched Ashido Mina save somebody from being hurt while he stood by and watched. This led to his current obsession with manliness, and if asked about, will say that what happened wasn't manly at all. His biggest fear
Before Izuku could comprehend that, the boy after Kirishima stood up but said nothing. He quickly began moving his hands in an organized manner. Sign language, Izuku realized, before his Quirk translated and began to add on. Kouda Koji and my Quirk is Anivoice. He then sat down, without waiting for the rest of the class to attempt to decipher what he’d said. Izuku pressed his fingers into his temples before his own Quirk kicked in. He was starting to get a headache from all the introductions. Able to speak but refuses to due to fear of harming his voice. Scared of bugs.
The other introductions blended into Izuku's mind, with his Quirk mentally storing all of the information, but Izuku himself unaware of it. His headache was getting worse. That was until a familiar name popped up. "I'm Todoroki Shouto. My Quirk is Half-cold, half-hot." The dual colored boy sat down again, a second passed before the class burst out in shouts of excitement and wanting to know more about the kid.
Izuku cringed, slapping his hands over his ears, hoping to make it all go away. But, he was utterly fascinated by Todoroki Shouto, the son of Endeavor. The way his blue and grey eyes shined, as though the light had hit them perfectly. The length of his hair just brushing the tops of his shoulders. It was a good look on the boy, and he seemed to know it. Apparently, he'd seen Izuku staring, as he met the boy's unabashed gaze head-on. Instead of turning away like he was supposed to, Izuku kept staring, captivated by his beauty. Todoroki visibly swallowed, and the green-haired boy tracked it with his eyes. He suddenly wondered what Todoroki would look like if his throat had been split open, the blood gushing out in waves, the light fading from his gorgeous eyes as he watched Izuku bring the knife down, again, and again.
He smiled wide at the thought and gave a quick wave to Todoroki before turning around in his seat. He saw his brother's eyes on him, concern clear as day on his face. "You stay away from him, you hear me, 'Zuku? He doesn't want to join us. He's not going to be a part of our brotherhood. You understand that, right?" Izuku nodded earnestly, understanding what Kacchan was asking of him. He knew that Todoroki wouldn't feel the same attraction to Izuku as the green haired boy did to him.
There was no way the boy understood how Izuku felt. No one else in the world did. There was no possible way that someone else felt the way Izuku did. Nobody else who wanted to disassemble another human just to see how they would react, nobody who wanted to know how many blood vessels there were in the eye as it got ripped out of the skull. There were so many things that Izuku wanted to do that he knew he shouldn't.
And unless Todoroki was an impossibility, Izuku saw the truth in his brother's words. Todoroki would probably flip out at what Izuku wanted to do to him. A classmate knowing Izuku's secret was something that could never happen. If anybody found out what Izuku was like, he wouldn't be able to become a hero. And he wanted so very badly to be a hero. How else was he going to make his brother proud? They'd promised, after all, to be the best heroes the world had ever seen!
With his thoughts, Izuku hadn't realized the introductions had kept going until Kacchan had nudged his wrist. He stood up quickly. This was it. The moment of truth. "I'm Midoriya Izuku, and I'm Quirkless." The eyes of the class were on him. He enjoyed it, as he could read their emotions fairly quickly without being judged. He could see the common ones were pity, sadness, annoyance, and anger. He suspected it was because his class was full of pricks who didn't know how being fairly treated worked.
He sat back down with a huff, refusing to meet the eyes of Kacchan, who was glaring daggers at him. He would explain his actions to his brother at a later time, he decided. "Shinsou Hitoshi." The kid behind him said and sat down again. With the shock of Izuku's revelation, the class didn't bother to bother the purple-haired boy with questions about his Quirk. They conveniently forgot about the kid as the last person went. But Izuku's Quirk would not forget, could not forget. Quirk: Brainwashing. Has been labeled a villain since the day he got his Quirk. Suffers from neglect from his parents. His insomnia was caused by a past traumatic event. Unknown causes as to why he's in the Hero Course. Former records state that he should be in General Studies, but records no longer exist.
He wondered exactly who this kid was. If Shinsou had destroyed the records himself, then someone else was bound to notice. But if his Quirk was Brainwashing, then perhaps he'd sweet-talked his way into the Hero Course. After all, Izuku's Quirk hadn't told him how the other kid's Quirk worked. It had skipped over that part. He couldn't truly control what his Quirk supplied to him as information.
"Yaoyorozu Momo, my Quirk is Creation. I look forward to this year as a fellow student." The last student to speak was a particularly curvy girl, and Izuku was also drawn to her, not because of her beauty, but because of her Quirk. The implications behind having such a versatile Quirk were astounding. He wanted to know more. He wanted to rip the girl to pieces and watch how her Quirk worked. Comes from a rich family. Has lived a lavish lifestyle since her birth. Got in on official recommendations. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Izuku almost snarled in frustration as his Quirk repeated the same information over and over again. It had never failed him before, why had it now?
Izuku racked his brain for a response. Perhaps it was because of the sheer amount of information that his Quirk had processed before. He made a mental note to test his theory out later. But, until it was confirmed, he would have to get information the old-fashioned way.
His eyes landed on Todoroki Shouto. He so desperately wanted the boy for himself. Himself only. He didn't want to share the boy with anybody else. But for that to work, he would need to gain his trust. The only way for Izuku to do that was to make friends. As much as he hated attempting to make friends, something told Izuku, whether it be his Quirk or instinct, that Todoroki wouldn't trust anybody who wasn't close to him.
A plan formulating in his head, Izuku pretended that he was paying close attention to the words his professor was speaking. In reality, he was daydreaming about all the possible ways he could destroy the dual colored boy.
His tongue licked his lips before a terrible smile split his face. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. He was going to destroy Todoroki Shouto, and be the best hero ever.
And nobody else was going to know a thing.