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Izuku Midoriya: Origin
"Odds are, he'll get a Quirk." The doctor says to Mommy and Daddy. "If I had to guess, it'd be in about a month or two."
Sparkles radiate off of Mommy, while she hugs me. "Thank goodness."
"What kind of Quirk?" Daddy asks the sort-of-scary doctor.
His fluffy white moustache flaps outward as he huffs out a sigh. "No clue. Not yet, at least. Once he awakens his Quirk, we can run some tests. But as of right now, it's total guesswork."
Daddy hums, clearly a bit mad that he can't get an answer right now.
"Wow! Kacchan! Your Quirk came in!? You're so lucky!" Watching as Kacchan's hands pop with tiny explosions, my naturally wide eyes widen more at the sight. So cool! "When I get mine, I hope it's just as cool."
"Amazing!" Another boy, with long fingers, says.
"Impressive. I bet that's going to grow into an amazing Quirk!" One of our teachers praises Kacchan. Why wouldn't they, though? His Quirk's incredible!
"Definitely. A flashy Quirk for a future hero. It's perfect!" The nice lady teacher says, in response to the first.
A future hero! Just like me! Just like All Might!
"Forward march! And here we go! Members of the agency: Bakugo! Sound off!" I cheer, and my lackeys obey while we walk across a thick tree, using it as a bridge across a trench with a small river at the bottom.
At least, they go to cheer, until Izuku suddenly slides off the bridge, and crashes into the river.
"Woah! Izuku!"
"Hey! Are you okay down there!?"
Without a second thought, I jump off the log, and fall into the same river. Searching through the weak current for Izuku, I eventually catch his arm. With a bit of effort, I'm able to lift him out of the water, and find that he's gripping his chest. Hard.
"Izuku, what's wrong!?" Pulling him to shore, I move his arms off his chest, and lift his wet shirt. Woah, what's that?
It looks like some kind of crystal, from the fantasy games we'd play. Green in color, just like Izuku's hair and eyes.
Speaking of, he starts coughing up a bit of water, and winces in pain. "Ow, ow, ow..." Tears start to prick at his eyes. Although it is difficult to tell, considering he's soaked.
"Oi, don't just sit there! Help me get Izuku some help!" I yell at my lackeys, and then pick up Izuku by his arm, slinging it over my shoulder as I carry him up the trench's wall.
"Izuku! What's happening to him!?" Auntie Inko shouts at us as I bring my friend into her apartment.
"Izuku?" Uncle Hisashi gets off his chair, and makes it across the room in a flash.
"We were playing on a log, and he randomly fell off because his chest started hurting. I think it's because of this weird crystal on his chest." I concisely explain.
I feel completely useless, made into nothing more than a spectator of my friend's suffering.
Auntie quickly removes Izuku's wet clothing, leaving only his boxers, and finds the crystal. "What the..." Her confusion is reasonable. It's nothing like hers or Uncle's Quirks.
Then, Izuku cuts through the confusion, by rapidly inhaling several times in quick succession. Before any of us can tell what's going on with him, he sneezes, and paints one of Auntie's walls with a gross blue goo.
That action, no matter how gross, seems to have relieved all of the pain from his chest, as he starts to breathe normally now. "Ahhh..." Izuku lets out.
Uncle stares at the blue goo with interest, and then examines Izuku's chest once again. "Is that his Quirk? Why is it blue, if this crystal's green? Shouldn't the color match?"
"Hisashi, there are more important things right now, like taking Izuku to the doctor. Start the car," She orders him, tossing a pair of keys once she gets his attention. "-while I make sure Izuku is comfortable. We can figure out his Quirk later."
Doing as she says, he walks out through the front door, and Auntie returns her focus to Izuku. "Sweetie? Can you hear me?"
"Mmmmng..." He lets out a weak groan, finally opening his eyes. "Mommy?" Feeling his chest, he notices the crystal too, and excitement replaces any exhaustion he was just feeling. "Oh my god! Kacchan! I got my Quirk!"
Way to state the obvious, Izuku. Him returning to his normal mannerisms calms my nerves. "You sure did, Izuku."
"You gave us such a scare!"
"Yeah! Don't do that again, idiot!"
Fingers and Giraffe both berate him.
This isn't the time to air out your grievances, so I smack them both upside the head, making them both bow in a silent apology. Auntie grabs an All Might onesie for Izuku to wear.
We all then hear Auntie's van engine start, and she picks up Izuku, and carries him outside. "I'll call Mitsuki, and she can drive you all home. Thank you boys for bringing Izuku back so quickly. I'll make cookies to reward your heroism." She states, then leaves us alone in her apartment.
After about ten minutes, a knock is heard at the front door, and I open it to find my Mom.
Izuku is practically bouncing across the room with excitement, waiting for the doctor to finish his examination. It started with him analyzing the crystal with several machines, I assume to check what it's made out of. He then took some of Izuku's blood, saliva, and even found some of that blue goo, which I assume is some Quirked mucus, from his nose.
He's had the sniffles ever since we left home, and has been scratching his wrists the entire time. It could be because of the cold, which the doctor remedied with a warm blanket.
"Achoo!" Izuku cutely sneezes once again, and then repeats the action nine more times.
On the tenth sneeze, something strange happens. A sound is heard, loud, and attention-grabbing.
POP!
"Huh? Oh, hello!" Izuku greets... somebody inside his heated blanket.
Who he greeted is revealed, when a small, blue tortoise floats out of his blanket, far out of reach of my four-year-old son. "Hey, come back!" Izuku shouts at it, which makes it turn its attention to him, and awkwardly swim towards my son. Swimming is used loosely here, since it's being done through the air.
"That's... certainly a development." The doctor comments, holding several pieces of paper while staring at the strange creature.
Just before the blue tortoise can reach Izuku, it spins out of control, and generates a bubble of a similar color out of panic. Izuku is able to catch it, although it continues to spin within the bubble it has created.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" My son asks the tiny... thing, out of concern.
Once it regains its balance, it stares up at Izuku with swirly eyes, before blinking, revealing a set of featureless yellow orbs.
Izuku giggles at the sight of its dazed eyes. "Aww, you made yourself dizzy!" The blue bubble pops, and Izuku catches the creature a second time. "Are you my Quirk?"
Hisashi has been silent this entire time. Now, he lightly taps the doctor on the shoulder, and the man understands the message. "It appears to be the case. Izuku's Quirk is an Emitter-Accumulation-Type. With what I could gather, it seems Izuku's Quirk gradually creates living creatures, whose abilities I am not privy to yet." He flips over some papers, and meets my gaze. "You said Izuku... sneezed out some blue mucus earlier? I was able to examine it, and it likely originated from that small creature, taking form inside of Izuku, that crystal on his chest, to be specific. You likely won't have to worry about any more pain, as his Quirk seems to have fully manifested now."
"That's good to hear. When Katsuki told me Izuku was in pain, over his heart, no less, I was worried sick."
"Well, while testing the mucus from that creature, it seems to act as an irritant-numbing agent, so make sure it doesn't get into Izuku's eyes. Although that's just an assumption, as Izuku's body should be adapted to his own Quirk. Just something to keep in mind." The doctor warns, and I nod. "There isn't anything else to be concerned about, Mrs. Midoriya. Your son is healthy, and his body naturally... removed any issues from his Quirk manifesting." He's referring to when Izuku sneezed, I assume.
"So my Quirk... is making friends?" He says, tone sounding a little disappointed. Only to do an immediate one-eighty, and grin brightly. "I'm going to make so many friends, that I'll become just as strong as All Might!"
I smile softly at my son, dreaming so big. From the corner of my eye, Hisashi doesn't appear so pleased.
"Kacchan! Kacchan!" I hear Izuku call out to me, on our way into daycare.
"Izuku! You finally got your Quirk!" I call back, knowing what his excitement is- "What's that thing?"
Izuku is holding some kind of blue... thing. It has a black shell, and is staring at me with wide, yellow eyes, that lack pupils.
"I named her Dizzy! She's my Quirk!" He beams a blindingly bright smile at me, shaped just like All Might's. How he managed to make a one-to-one recreation of our idol's smile is beyond me. "My Quirk lets me make friends, just like Dizzy! The scary doctor said that they'll all have different powers, too! I can't wait!"
I-... I have no comments. Izuku doesn't really think he can become a hero, when his Quirk is... making creepy little monsters, does he?
The thing starts floating out of Izuku's grasp, and he grabs hold of its tail. "Mommy said not to let you float too far away! Sorry, Dizzy." The creature, 'Dizzy', doesn't seem to mind. It looks like Izuku is holding a balloon.
"Woah, Izuku! What's that?" Some other kids start to crowd around Izuku, all asking questions about his Quirk.
Like I care. With a weak Quirk like his, he won't be a competition.
Daddy left a year later. Said he was heading overseas, for some business. Mommy hasn't heard anything from him since.
I miss him.
Four Years Later...
Finishing my drawing of a hero that recently debuted, I check the time, and see that it's getting close to bedtime. Better start getting ready.
I glance back at my drawing, and a small frown forms. It isn't my best work, but I have my itchy wrists to blame.
Once my Quirk came in, Mom got really freaked out over the skin on my wrists peeling away. Underneath that old skin were strange markings. It turns out that it was another aspect of my Quirk.
They're kind of like tattoos, and they have a neat design, so I'm not mad. Whenever I summon Dizzy, the markings begin to glow neon green, looking similar to a lava lamp. It's cool.
One weird thing that's been happening recently, is that my markings have been glowing, and pulsing yellow. I do have Dizzy out at this moment, which does make my markings subtly glow, but its colors have never changed like this before. They've also been really, REALLY itchy. I wonder why-
POP!
"Woah!" I catch a mass from under my baggy shirt, then pull my shirt up to reveal my stomach. It's some kind of yellow jelly creature, round in shape, and somewhat humanoid. Like a really big gummy bear. Just like Dizzy! "Hi there! Are you another friend?"
It makes some garbled barking noises, and manages to wiggle its way out of my grip. It drops onto my desk, and I worry it hurt itself... Only to see it get up, and grab my empty soda can. With a dramatic, downright impressive front flip, it tosses the can into my room's trash bin.
"Wow. Thanks, pal." It- A feeling in my gut tells me he's a he... He makes some more garbling noises, then sits down, looking at my hero notes. "I guess I'm adding another page about my Quirk. Now... what to name you?"
He makes more indecipherable noises, and I just hum in acknowledgement. Better to let it know I'm listening to it, while I write in my notebook. The itchiness went away, too. My markings are both indicators that my Quirk is active, and when my Quirk is going to create a new friend? Interesting!
Four More Years Later...
With one hand, I squeeze the grip strengthener, while with the other, I fidget with Wingman, my Quirk's second friend. I've dubbed them Globules. He's in his dormant state, making him far smaller than he's grown to become. When he's in this state, he easily fits into my hand, but when he goes into his "Active Mode", he reaches my knees.
Over a single year, he grew to be around the same size as Dizzy. Speaking of her, she's floating around my room, practicing her air control by chasing around her blue ball of plasma. She can't fly very fast, and the plasma she shoots isn't all that forceful. Nothing we can't train.
But they aren't the only ones who need to train. Switching hands, I start exercising my other hand. If I'm to get into U.A., I have to improve my body, as much as my Quirk. It isn't the strongest, not by a long shot, so I have to work twice as hard as Kacchan.
Kacchan. Just the thought of my childhood friend makes Wingman angrily gurgle in my grasp. I know, he isn't the nicest. He isn't nice, period. But one day, he's going to become a great hero.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Yeah, yeah. You don't think he'll make a half-decent hero. I get it.
Worp! Vwoop! Woorp!
Not you too, Dizzy! "Listen, he's going to become an amazing hero. That's just a fact. You don't have to like him, personally, but you also can't deny, he'll become a top hero."
Glorp! Growl!
Uh-huh. "I'm going to grab lunch. Don't wreck the place while I'm gone." Standing up from my chair, I gently drop Wingman onto my bed, his size increasing as I do, and swing my bedroom door open. Mom has started to take jobs across the country, to pay for all the bills. Thanks for ditching us, Dad.
The second I close my bedroom door, I hear something loudly drop to the ground. God damn it, Wingman.
A Year Later. Present Day. Izuku Midoriya: Age; 14...
"Midoriya! Rein in your monsters!" The teacher shouts, trying to swat Dizzy out of the air with an extended arm.
"C'mon down, Dizzy! It's not their fault they don't like being all cooped up inside me when I store them, and being dormant for too long makes them uncomfortable!" Dizzy finally drops out of the air, and I catch her. With a firm point, I jab my finger in her direction, while cradling her with my other arm. "You two are going to be the death of me." I whisper.
Dizzy's body language droops, clearly saddened. Wingman steps up beneath me, and I pick him up, too. They both turn into their dormant states, and I try to massage them by fidgeting with their smaller forms. It's something they seem to like.
"Thank you. As I was trying to explain..." The teacher with the stupid haircut continues on with his lecture, which I have little interest in.
This is my third year of Junior High School at Aldera. In about ten months, the High School entrance exams will start, and I have my eyes on one special school. U.A. High School. The most prestigious Hero School in all of Japan.
It only has a 0.2% acceptance rate. If I want to get in, I need to be at my best. The best that I can reasonably achieve at this point in time. That means training my strength, speed, and endurance efficiently, practicing with and without my Quirk, and gaining as many skills as I can possibly get.
First, I want to establish a strong base. My current physique is passable, but if I want to improve, it'd be best to start there. I've already got a workout routine and diet plan ready.
Second, I'll want to learn at least some kind of basic fighting style. I've already learned how to box, courtesy of some local gyms, so I have a good grasp on how to fight for now.
Third, and most importantly, is improving how my Quirk functions in a combat scenario. I've been working on that, but as of right now, Dizzy is best at blinding enemies, gathering information from a high angle, and numbing injuries. Her plasma blasts aren't the strongest, not even bruising at close range. Dizzy's bubble that she can create can also block high-speed projectiles, but only once or twice, depending on the size and velocity, before popping.
On the other hand, Wingman's ability is far more offense-oriented. He can clap his purple wing-arms to create a shockwave, disorienting a person's vestibular system, inflicting damage internally via vibrations, and even pushing things away. He's also more autonomous than Dizzy, and can do complex actions using his wings, as they have tiny clawed manipulators on them.
With all of this in mind, it'd be best for me to-
"SHUT UP!"
BOOM!
An explosion erupts on top of my desk, destroying my open notebook, and shoving me away. My eyes instinctively shut, the sudden noise making me squeeze Dizzy and Wingman a little too hard, which elicits a squeak of pain from both of them.
"You and your damn muttering! Can't you shut the fuck up, for five minutes!?" Kacchan yells at me. I hear the teacher unenthusiastically scold him for using his Quirk. Thanks for nothing, a-hole.
"My bad. I didn't realize I was talking out loud. You could've just told me, though, instead of blowing up my notes." Thankfully, I hadn't written anything in it yet. I was actually about to start, but now it's ruined. Bringing Dizzy and Wingman up to my face, I try to massage them as an apology for accidentally hurting them. Dizzy doesn't seem to mind, but Wingman is clearly furious.
Speaking of, he decides to jump out of my grasp, and grows into his Active mode. Although his anger isn't directed at me. Turning in place, he looks up at Kacchan, and starts angrily pointing at him with a wing, gurgling the whole time.
Gurgle-Gargle! Click-Click-Click! Gargle Gurgle!
Kacchan just looks down at my buddy, confused. "What's he saying!? What the fuck is he saying!? I don't understand your stupid penguin's annoying-ass language!"
Jesus Christ of Nazareth. "I... I can't say anything Wingman just said in class without getting in trouble..." That's in regard to the teachers, and also Kacchan.
He seems to get what I'm implying, and growls at my Quirk.
"Bakugo, please sit back down. I know Midoriya and his Quirk can be a hassle, but just do your best to ignore them." The teacher reins in Kacchan, to the best of his abilities. I hope that isn't actually his best, otherwise, his teacher's license should've been revoked decades ago.
Surprisingly, Kacchan actually does turn around, pulling his chair back-
HUAH!
CLAP!
Until Wingman does a tiny hop in place, and claps his hands together, letting off a shockwave right to Kacchan's back, which shoves him into the side of his desk.
Wingman, why?
"Bastard..." Kacchan turns around slowly, glaring and snarling at Wingman. He then raises an arm.
"Kacchan wai-!"
BOOM!
A cloud of black smoke fills my vision, and I start to cough violently. Waving a hand around wildly, I'm able to clear the air enough for my eyes to stop stinging, and find-
Here's the sad truth:
In this world, not all men are created equal.
Some people have more power than others.
This was the reality I was taught about society on that day.
It's an unfairness I've never fully realized.
Until now.
Everywhere.
"B-buddy...?"
A piece of yellow goo reveals its position on my cheek by sliding off, and landing on Dizzy.
Oh god... I think I'm going to be sick.
"Shut your trap next time, Izuku!" Kacchan- He did this.
He killed Wingman.
Dizzy gets recalled into my chest's storage crystal as I stand up. Reaching back, I grip something.
"What're you-"
WHAM!
"GUH-!"
Kacchan gets flung to the ground once my chair's seat slams into his face. The whole class goes silent, and the teacher breaks out of his daze first, trying to yell something at me.
I can't hear him over the ringing in my ears.
Kacchan killed my friend. That makes him a villain. I have to stop him from hurting anyone else.
I watch as he raises a hand up towards me, the other one resting on his bruising face. "Izuku, hold on-"
WHAM!
Lifting the chair over my head, I swing it down onto his torso this time. Kacchan curls into himself at the impact, nursing the bruise likely forming there too.
I try to lift the chair again, but a hand grabs hold of my wrist, with another shoving me back. I trip over my bag, and fall onto the floor.
"Bakugo! Are you okay!?" The teacher asks, supporting his head with his hand. "Crap, he has a concussion. We have to get him to the nurse's office! Someone call emergency services!"
I remain seated on the floor, watching as everyone packs up their things and leaves, intentionally avoiding me.
The world seems silent, yet it's all too loud. My body feels numb. Reaching a hand towards my yellow-stained desk, I hesitantly touch some of Wingman's... What remains of him.
Tears easily begin to spill down my cheeks, and painful hiccups shake my body. "Buddy, please..."
Gently doing my best to collect his body together, numbness starts to ruin my ability to scoop him up.
An eternity seemingly passes, and I'm finally able to get all of him together. I don't know what I was hoping to accomplish, doing this, but it felt like it needed to be done.
His plasma cupped in my hands begins to reform into a clear blue, spherical shape. I see in the middle, there is a yellow slimy blob with two eyes, almost like an embryo.
"Is that... is that you, buddy?" I ask the sphere, to no reply.
Police cars and ambulances arrive about ten minutes later. The paramedics looked over Kacchan, and besides a concussion and a few bruises, he wasn't harmed much.
I wonder if he is still deserving of that nickname after what he did.
The police questioned me, along with the Aldera faculty. Once the whole story was explained, Katsuki's illegal usage of his Quirk on school grounds, with the intention to harm someone, in this case, Wingman, would've warranted his arrest. Even if it was in response to Wingman attacking him.
My assault on him with a weapon should've also led to me getting arrested. But we weren't taken into custody, and only let off with a warning.
Considering we're Aldera's top prospects, it makes sense for them to invest in us. They know we're planning on attending U.A. too, so there's that. Don't want a mark like that on our records.
We aren't going to talk about the stack of yen I saw the principal pass to the police chief.
Heading home, I start to reflect on today. Kacch-Katsuki hurt Wingman. He's alive, thankfully, and only needs to recover by staying inside my storage for a little while. He's been gargling out apologies for getting me in trouble, but I've told him that it's alright.
I let my emotions get the better of me. Rightfully so, since I believed my childhood friend just killed my other childhood friend. There's no way I could've known that Wingman could recuperate from that level of damage.
I decide to take a turn, and walk through a street's underpass, which is a bit of a shortcut to my apartment complex.
On a positive note, Mom's home, and she's making katsudon. So maybe today isn't so bad-
Blurble!
Dizzy? Wingman? Those two are the only things that I know make that noise. But it came from behind me.
I gradually turn around, and see a mass of sludge growing out of the manhole cover. A pair of yellow sclera eyes with red irises stare back at me, along with two massive rows of teeth.
"You'll make a perfect skin suit for me to hide in, kid!"
...
NOPE!
I immediately turn on my heel, and sprint towards the tunnel's exit. I make it halfway there, but then a ton of weight slams into my back. Before I can struggle, or even form the thought of struggling, I feel sludge force its way into my nose and mouth.
"Don't worry, I'm just taking over your body. It'll be easier for both of us if you don't fight back. It'll only hurt for a minute. You'll feel better soon!"
I can't... breathe! My hands, losing all of their strength, try to claw at the sludge flooding my nostrils and throat.
"Grab all you want. My body's made of fluid." One of his large eyes leans closer to my face. "Thanks for the help. You're a real hero to me, kid." My feet swing in the air in a pointless attempt to get free. "I didn't know he was in the city. I've gotta get outta of here fast, before he tracks me down."
My body... getting weak. I think I'm dying. No...
This can't be the end! Somebody...!
Blorp!
"What the hell-?"
I feel something inside me pop, and a layer of neon green slime spreads across my body. It burbles and pops a few more times, and then-
BWOOM!
All of the sludge from the villain gets blown off me, and I'm freed. My body craves oxygen, so it forces me to cough up any residual sludge within my body before anything else.
One of the villain's eyeballs is stuck to the ceiling, which is coated by his sludge, with the other failing to stick, and plops to the ground. "What kind of Quirk... was that!?"
I finish throwing up the foreign, disgusting liquid, and manage to get up. As I do, the villain's body begins to reform, and I don't give him an inch, sprinting away.
What was that!? That villain came out of nowhere! And who saved me? These are all questions that blast through my mind as I turn a corner. Two more, and I'm, literally, home free. But I can't just run home. If he follows me, I'll be putting my Mom in danger.
Reaching up to my racing heart, I summon Dizzy from my crystal. Her blue orb arrives to my hand first, directed by my glowing markings, and she follows soon after. If the villain chases after me, I'll use Dizzy to blind him, and then contact a hero. That's the best I can accomplish, with Wingman out of commission for now.
Without my input, something else gets pulled out of my storage, and into my right hand's grasp. A lime green ball, with a patch of yellow that surrounds what looks to be yellow and blue eyes. It also has two cute little ears made up of this same yellow jelly.
Is this...? "Are you the one who saved me-?"
"Found you, brat!" The sludge villain slides across the ground, and faces me. Crap! I was distracted by my new buddy.
"Dizzy! Up top!" Tossing her dormant form into the air, her orb expands to envelop her, and becomes her bubble. Using it, she blasts the villain's eyes with her plasma, covering them entirely.
That makes him scream in pain, for good reason. I haven't been affected by Dizzy's plasma personally, but from what others have told me, it's hellish.
The green slime ball held with my other hand pulses in anticipation. A sensation fills my arm, right up to its shoulder. Of it moving, and throwing a circular object. Like a baseball pitch.
Does it want me to... throw it at the villain? Returning my eyes to said villain, he uses his sludge to remove Dizzy's plasma from his eyes. They are the only consistent part of his body, so they have to be important in some way.
Well, here goes nothing! "Blow 'em up, Mosh!" I yell, twisting my body to put as much force into this throw as I can muster.
The small lime-slime gets stuck in the villain's body. He goes cross-eyed, staring at my Quirk's new friend, before it pops, and soaks him in the same slime as before. With a better view, I see several more slimes swell in size across the covered villain, and in unison, pop.
"Pop" is an understatement, as a forceful eruption would be a better descriptor. The villain's body gets blown to smithereens again, and I use that moment to recollect Dizzy.
Turning around, the crystal on my chest produces another... Mosh, I think I called him? Unlike Dizzy or Wingman, he easily replicates himself? Or is his true body still inside of my storage, and his ability is to produce small explosive versions of himself? Questions for later.
In the meantime, I toss Mosh with a quick spin without slowing down, perfectly landing in the middle of the villain's reforming body. "Oh, you've gotta be-" He tries to say, only to get coated with Mosh again, and then explodes.
Making sure to take the long way home, I eventually arrive, and immediately lock the front door.
"Izuku? You're home early. I expected you to hang out with Katsuki, or something." Mom says, her focus entirely on the stove. It shifts to me once she hears me slide back-first down the front door.
I release an exhausted sigh. "Kac-Katsuki blew up Wingman today." That makes her gasp, dropping the spatula she was holding. "I don't think... I wanna be friends with him anymore."
"Oh, Izuku. It's okay to feel like that. I knew I should've pushed Mitsuki to rein that boy in. How dare he!" She clenches a fist in anger, directing it towards an empty wall.
"I was also... attacked by a villain on my way home." Dead. Silence. My brain imagines the creaking and cracking of wood, watching as Mom slowly rotates her head to look at me.
"You. Were. What?"
Oh boy. Long talk time.
It was surprisingly fast. Also easy, equally surprising, to admit to your Mom that you illegally used your Quirk to defeat a villain. Probably didn't fully incapacitate him, since he could reform, but hopefully bought enough time for whichever hero was chasing him to catch up.
She used a stethoscope to check my breathing, and determined that I'll be okay until she can get me examined tomorrow. I would be going to school that day, but she agreed to move me to online schooling. "Never liked that school. It felt shady." She gave as her reason when I asked..
Wingman also recovered, just in time for dinner, too.
Oh, right. The whole illegal Quirk usage. She said that as long as I don't say anything, she won't either. Our little secret. It was out of self-defense, and Quirk usage laws are stupid like that.
I doubt Mosh seriously injured that guy. If he can even be injured, considering his body is made up entirely of fluid, excluding his eyes.
Today, I learned that not all men are created equal. And that's okay.
I've been blessed with an incredible Quirk. It isn't the strongest, or the flashiest. But it is still a blessing.
Wingman grabs hold of his chopsticks, and starts inhaling his bowl of katsudon like there's no tomorrow. I watch as he grabs hold of a pork cutlet slice, and tosses it into the air, only to catch it with his awaiting mouth as it drops back down.
Dizzy slurps up a bowl of noodles. She doesn't like complex meals, like katsudon, and prefers meals that mainly consist of liquids. Noodles are simple, and are a broth, so they're her favorite dish.
And my newest buddy, Mosh. He doesn't seem hungry, preferring to instead be kneaded by me while I chow down on my own dish. Mom already finished, and is calling the hospital in advance, to get a reasonable time for my checkup.
Today's been a rollercoaster. But that's my life, so what else should I expect?
My name is Izuku Midoriya. My Quirk is called Greater Than One, and this is the story of how I became one of the greatest heroes in history.
Entrance Exam: Ten Months Later
I'm a little ahead of schedule, but it's better to be safe than sorry! Never thought I'd experience this moment, passing through the gates of U.A.! Nothing can ruin-
"Outta my way, Izuku!"
I stand corrected. One thing could ruin this moment.
"Don't stand in my way. I'll kill you." He continues once we make eye contact.
Wingman, Dizzy, and Mosh all reveal themselves from my storage. Dizzy floats above me, bubble at the ready. Wingman strikes a pose which I assume is supposed to look threatening, but just makes him look like a Power Ranger. And Mosh levitates himself near my hand.
Katsuki tsks, then passes by me. I wasn't even standing in your way, jerk. Wingman shakes a wing at his back, and extends a pointy digit at him. Wait, is he flipping him off? I never taught Wings what that means!
"Aww, who are these little guys?"
GIRL!?
"Uh-I-erm! They're my Quirks! Or, rather, Quirk! Singular!" I yell, voice several pitches higher than normal, then let out an awkward laugh.
I try clearing my throat, to correct my voice, while this girl speaks in my absence. "I was really nervous coming here. Everybody's so serious, y'know? But seeing your silly guys together makes today seem more... approachable?" We both start walking towards U.A.'s front doors.
"Uh, right! If you wanna talk about approachable, you should see them when they're in their dormant forms!" I say, then pluck Dizzy out of the air. She gets the message, transforming into her smaller form. The girl, who I'm finally realizing has auburn hair and eyes, coos at the sight.
"So cute! Can they all do that?" I let he take Dizzy into her grasp, making my Quirk angle her head in a questioning way. Using her thumbs, she massages Dizzy's belly, much to my Quirk's delight. To answer her, I pick up Wingman, and he transforms too.
"You bet! See?" I show him off, and her hair fluffs upwards in surprise. Speaking of cute.
Trip!
Crap. Forgot we were walking. That thought I just had made me lose my footing. Goodbye cruel world...
Boing!
Oh, right.
Landing onto Mosh's full form, I'm saved from eating a brick path for brunch. Face red with embarrassment as I turn my head to look at the nice girl, she has an arm outstretched towards me. She was going to catch me? How kind...
"Woah! What's that?" I hear some other student ask.
"That one's way bigger than the others." The nice girl points out.
"Yeah, this is Mosh! He prefers to stay stored inside me, and instead make smaller versions of himself for me to fight with." I show off the smaller Mosh to prove my point. "He's very soft, like a water-bed mixed with a bean bag chair."
"That's really cool!" A boy shouts, with yellow hair, that has a black lightning bolt through it. "Your Quirk makes those things?"
"Well, they aren't things. They're my friends. It takes a couple years for me to make them, and they're all special in their own ways." I explain, not giving any actual information. I don't know if this guy is as nice as the girl I just met.
"Even so, that's so neat! Your Quirk is pretty cool, dude!" He flashes a thumbs up, a hint of electricity sparking from it, then walks away with a wave.
Returning Mosh back to my crystal, I shyly dust myself off. "We should probably get going. Don't want to be late! Good luck!" I declare, then speed walk away from the girl.
God damn it, Izuku Midoriya! Why do you have to embarrass yourself like that! In front of a girl, no less!?
My excitement over seeing Present Mic in person has warn off, now that we've finished the written exams. He came back to explain how our practical exam will be going. During this lecture, I've both read through the entire handout, and am currently rolling Mosh around my desk, while my other two buddies rest on my shoulders.
Wingman in particular is growling every now and then, directed at Katsuki. He occasionally matches Wingman's energy, much to my chagrin.
"Excuse me, Sir! But I have a question!" A tall boy with glasses stands up, hand raised.
"Hit me!" Present Mic responds with a dramatic finger point. Once he does, a spotlight shines on the standing boy from above. Is it programmed to do that when you stand up, or did Present Mic somehow discreetly trigger that to happen?
The boy pulls the handout up to shoulder height, and points at the four pictures of the villains. "On the printout, there are four types of villains, not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official U.A. material, it is shameful. We examinees are here because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do!"
A logical criticism. At least, if your attention span is worse than a fruit fly's. Talk about jumping to conclusions.
To make matters worse, now he's shoving a finger in my direction. "In addition, you with the unkempt, curly hair-" I point at myself, but know he's referring to me. "You've been muttering this entire time. Stop that. If you can't bother to take this seriously; leave. You and those creatures accompanying you have been a distraction for the rest of us!"
Okay, my muttering is a problem. I get that. But once this guy decided to bring my pals into this, he's lost any sort of respect I could've had for him.
I don't say a word in response. Instead, I decide to extend my middle finger, put it below my eye, and tug my eyelid down. As I do, I also stick my tongue out, finishing the akanbe. Wingman mirrors my actions.
The sight of my childish non-verbal insult appalls the glasses boy. Present Mic waves his hands casually, then gives the boy a thumbs up.
"Alright, alright! Examinee #7111! Thanks for calling with your request!" The image of the handout's fourth villain appears on the screen, with the number zero and the uppercase letter P directly above it. "The fourth type of villain is worth zero points! That guy's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way, so to speak. With one at every battle center, you should do your best to avoid him! It isn't unbeatable, but there's... kinda no point." Throwing an open hand towards the spotlight above him, he turns towards the presentation. "I suggest ignoring it, and focus on the ones topping the charts!"
The tall boy bows. Is that a perfect ninety degree angle? Sheesh, he's dedicated. "Thank you very much! Please excuse my interruption!" He then sits back down, and the spotlight that illuminated him disappears. Yeah, you better sit down. It was all explained on the handout, so that whole question was pointless, and he insulted U.A. while he was at it. Of course the most prestigious hero school, run by arguably the most intelligent being on the planet, wouldn't make a mistake as basic as a misprint.
Besides, I'm not the only one talking, as I hear two boys in the back compare this mock battle to a video game.
Present Mic speaks up once again. "That's all from me! I'll end this off with a present for all you listeners, our school motto! The hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said:" He takes a quick breath. "A true hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes." Yeah, I've heard that quote before. "Go beyond. Let's hear a PLUS ULTRA!"
Shouting at the top of my lungs, I do exactly as he requests. "PLUS ULTRA!" My buddies all join me, although they make gurgles, whoops, and squelching noises, which I automatically understand as them saying exactly what I did.
It's only after I shout that, do I realize that the rest of the exam hall is dead quiet, and are now staring at me. Way to draw attention to yourself, Izuku.
Present Mic grins, not really acknowledging the humiliating atmosphere. "Now, everyone, good luck suffering! Hope you've practiced hitting more than just books!"
BATTLE CENTER B
Wow! This place is massive! To think, they have more of these on school grounds. That's what a couple of other examinees are saying, which I agree with. It's a little excessive, in my opinion.
An auburn head of hair catches my eye. Oh! It's that nice girl from the gates! She looks to be doing some kind of breathing exercise.
A hand snaps onto my shoulder, halting my progress towards her.
"She looks like she's trying to focus on the trials ahead. Are you going to distract her? Ruin her chances to succeed?"
"No, of course not. She might be nervous, so I wanted to give her a familiar face to relax around."
I hear, from behind me, a few other examinees talking about me, but I don't really care to listen.
"Let's START! There aren't any countdowns in villain battles!"
Everyone looks up at Present Mic, who just announced that fact. Without another moment of hesitation, I sprint into the mock arena, crowded by the other examinees. Wiggling my way out of the crowd, I run down a dark alley.
Once I'm out, I find a street filled with those robot villains. I summon Dizzy, Wingman, and Mosh. Wingman starts running towards a two-pointer, while I dart towards the smaller one-pointer. Hurling Mosh through the air, he splatters against the robot's metal body, completely coating it in his body.
"Mosh Pit!" I yell. The green slime bubbles, then with a loud popping noise, the robot gets blown to pieces by Mosh's body exploding.
In my peripheral, I see Wingman hit a two-pointer with his jumping clap. The shockwave makes the robot shudder, sparks arcing from its body, and then parts of it explode. He damaged its internals with the vibrations, destroying its machinery.
Dizzy blinds two more robots, another two-pointer, and a three-pointer, while I summon another Mosh.
We got this.
Hey, hey, hey! Isn't this a bit extreme!?
Staring down at us is the dreaded zero-pointer. It was supposed to be an obstacle! Not a kaiju!
I've got to get out of-
"Owww!"
I slowly turn my head around to look at where that cry of pain came from. That head of brown hair... That's-!
A grunt of exertion escapes my lips as I sprint towards the injured girl, trapped under a mountain of rubble. I have to help her!
Skidding to a stop, I grab hold of the largest chunk of debris that's crushing her leg. Wingman automatically pops out to help, and together we both manage to lift it off her. I throw it aside, and find that, thankfully, it was the only piece of rubble trapping her.
She wraps an arm over my shoulder as I pick her up, and Wingman steadies her. He holds up both of his wings, ready to catch her.
Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk!
Crap! The zero-pointer's gaining on us, and I'm trying not to disturb her injured leg, which is slowing us down! I have to do something drastic, if I don't want us both to get squashed!
Wingman gets recalled into my storage, and I summon another Mosh. With an underhanded toss, he splatters across the ground, and begins bubbling. During the build-up, I crouch down, picking up the nice girl in a bridal carry, and sprint towards Mosh's Pit.
I jump into the middle of the pit, and then jump a second time, away from the zero-pointer. The instant my feet leave the ground, Mosh erupts, launching me through the air at a low angle. My feet skip across the ground several times before I'm able to catch myself, and finally come to a stop.
"And that's it. TIME'S UP!" Present Mic yells while a siren goes off in the background. I watch the zero-pointer halt its movements, and sigh in relief. We made it.
Wait, we?
The nice girl's face is tomato red, and mine immediately starts glowing a shade brighter at the sight of it. Panicking, I gently place the girl on the ground, and give her a three-pointer's worth of space between us. "I-I-I'm so sorry! I couldn't think of any other way to get you away fr-from that robot! Sorry!"
I cover my blushing face as I turn away from her, but she keeps staring at me.
"Good work! Very nice all around!" An elderly lady's voice breaks through the former battlefield's quiet atmosphere, and I look past the girl to see- the Youthful Heroine!? It's Recovery Girl! I need to get an autograph!
"This... is YOUR hero academia!" All Might, the Symbol of Peace, and my idol, declares through a projection. A scoreboard appears, showing my 32 Villain Points, along with my 35 Rescue Points, totally 67. That puts me in sixth place!
Tears start fountain out of my eyes, and my Mom barges into my room with a similar problem, having eavesdropped. My buddies start comforting the two of us, making noises that I know translate into happy laughter.