#KAACHAN YOUR FANBOY IS SHOWING

[xblackreader]

Can I get a scenario with bakugou having a crush on the black!reader but can't put effort towards her because she has a boyfriend already. But, oneday in the dorms at night before everyone went to bed, class-1a hears a person screaming help and they peek in the hallway and it's the reader fighting the bf because she found out that he got her bestfriend pregnant. After everything is settled down, reader in her dorm and kirishima tells bakugou it's the perfect time to comfort her and show little by little that he like her.

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a/n: my first ask! I hope you like it!

↳  Katsuki Bakugou comforts you after your boyfriend cheated!

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Deku’s exhilarated voice filled the halls of the 1A dorm. “That was so cool, Kaachan! The way you applied the forces of gravity against your quirk was so smart! You went soaring, like Boom! Wham! Pow!”

“Shaddup, ya damn Deku! I know I’m cool, that’s why I’m going to be number one while you’re stuck at number two!”

“That’s not true, Kaachan! I’ll beat you soon!”

The walk back to their rooms after sparring was always like this, the curfew that Aizawa placed was lenient so there were still a few stragglers who weren’t in a hurry to leave.

“Bakugou, you really gotta stop underestimating your friends, it’s not manly! I almost had you at the sports festival and I’m stronger now.” Kirishimas shark like grin split his handsome face, dirtied up from rough practice sessions. “Heh, shit maybe I’ll beat you out for number one, huh?”

The raging blonde sneered arrogantly at his friend, “Like hell you will.” His usual attire of a black tank top and sweats was sweaty and they all smelled gross collectively. Bakugou had already eaten his dinner he was just wanting to get back to his room at this point.

“Hey guys!” Uraraka ran up to the group of boys greeting them with a awkward smile on her face. “You’re back from sparring?”

“Yeah!” Midoriya fanboyed. “It was amazing! Kirishima showed us his new ultimate move ‘Crimson Shield’, and Kaachan used his quirk to go so high in the air like ‘Whoosh!’ and I found a new way to use my power with minimal damage and- !” Deku went on ranting to his dear friend while she noddd and kept up his excitement. He really bagged a good one, Uraraka was good for Deku.

“Yeah, nothing like a friendly sparring match to get the blood pumping’- !” Kirishima started, but was interrupted by distant shouting. The boys all collectively looked around and up at the source of chaos coming from the floor above them.

“You fucking bitch! You cheated on me?! I can’t believe you-!”

The entire group tensed collectively.

Deku spoke first “That sounds like Y/N-chan…”

Bakugou was already opening the door to the stairs, choosing to ignore the elevator. Kirishima closely behind him. You sounded like you were crying and the two boys cared too much for that to be the case.

One more than the other.

Descending upon the floor’s entrance door, Bakugo flung it open and looked around the hallway. At the end of it, he could see you propped out of your doorway, throwing clothes out onto the floor, tears streaming down your face. You looked angry. Furious and devastated.

In front of you, your good for nothing boyfriend sat pathetically trying in vain to catch his belongings “You’re crazy!” Your shithead of a boyfriend spat at you, and Bakugou took a step forward to defend your honor but was stopped by Kirishima. He glared at his red-headed friend.

“Just wait, Bakugou.” Kirishima said, surprisingly calm. He knew Bakugo had like you for quite a while and with the look on your face towards your boyfriend, Kirishima hated to say it but it looks like his friend might have an opening.

“I’m crazy?!” You shouted, your voice breaking in fury. “I’m crazy because I’m done with you?! You’re a piece of shit, (ex’s name)! How could you do that to me!”

Your soon to be ex boyfriend shook his head in denial, “You don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“I saw the fucking texts, nigga! I know you fucked (bff name), and I fucking know she knocked up, with yo weak ass pull out game. N- Now I’m glad I never let you hit! Yo, dumbass would’ve left me itchin’! Her hoe ass, that’s what’s you get!”

“Bitch, whatever if you had let me get some, maybe I wouldn’t be cheating on yo fat ass!”

Bakugou bristled at that and shoved Kirishima’s hand off him. The rest of the class was starting to enter the hallway and nosily watch. The ash blonde boy grabbed your shitty ex by his collar and roughly dragged him up, blocking his view from you. Kirishima walked up to you and you flung yourself into his arms.

“That’s quite enough out of your punk ass. It’s crazy, you know? Extras like you get a ten-out-of-ten bad chick like Y/N and don’t know how to act. She took a chance on your ugly ass, for real.”

“Tell him, Katsu! He a b- bum ass nigga!” You hiccuped, tearfully. Bakugou could hear in your voice that your heart was broken and that made him increasingly angrier.

Your ex wasn’t stronger than Bakugou and struggled in his grip, being dragged like a rag doll to the elevators. Bakugou contemplated throwing his ass down the staircase or out the window but that wouldn’t be very “hero-like” or some shit.

“Hey, my clothes-!” Your pathetic ex struggled in vain.

Bakugou spoke up again, spitting in his face. “You’re lucky I’m not beating the shit out of your bum ass right now. If you’re smart,” Bakugou tossed the boy into the elevator. “You’ll leave and never come back, you can do without a few jackets, bitch. You don’t live here.”

Bakugou pressed the lobby button and let the elevator close.

Aizawa came, way too fucking late, and dispersed the other students after they comforted you to the best of your ability. After a firm hug from Iida and a cupcake from Sato, you turned with tears in your eyes and headed into your room silently.

Kirishima and Bakuhou were the last to head back to their rooms.

Before Bakugou could press the button to he and Kirishima’s floor, the redhead stopped him again.

Bakugou glared at him halfheartedly in confusion.

Kirishima gestured his head toward your room, “Go see about her, bro. This is your chance, now that her non manly ex is gone. You’re manly!”

Bakugou scoffed. “She doesn’t want to see me, she probably wants to be alone or some shit...”

“Dude,” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Go see her man. I know you like her and respect her, you’d treat her way better than these shitty dudes she keeps choosing. I also know that if i had been her position. i wouldn’t want to be left alone to cry.”

Bakugou watched Kirishima step into the elevator and press the button. “You were super manly standing up for her, dude. Just go talk to her.”

Bakugou stood there while the elevator doors closed in front of him for a few minutes. He contemplated just pussying out and pressing the button again before Kirishima could find out and body his ass.

But he had heard your voice and had wanted to comfort you so badly, he just didn’t know how in front of all those shitty extras in his class.

Eventually, he slithered his way back to the front of your door. The shitty walls were thin and you weren’t wailing but he could definitely hear you fighting off little sniffs in woe.

His chest tightened and he lifted his hand knocking tentatively against the door twice.

After a few moments, you opened the door a little, peeked out adorably and your eyes widened when you saw none other than the great Bakugou Katsuki standing there looking... sheepish? That’s new.

“Hey...” He started, his eyes on his feet. “I just wanted to tell you, you-...”He trailed off as his throat constricted in embarrassment, he was new to this.

“You didn’t deserve that... I don’t want to get all in your business and my bad if you thought I did, I just... I saw you crying and had to help.” Bakugou kicked a non-existent rock.

You opened the door fully. “Its okay, Katsu. I just... I was really-” You stopped blushing. “Sorry, you can come in if you want.”

Bakugou nodded and slowly stepped in your room, being bombarded with your smell of perfume and shea butter. God, you were an angel.

He shook his head. Stupid pervert, this isn't about you. He chastised himself.

“Yeah, I just..” The blonde cleared his throat and didn't face you. “You don’t have to tell me anything but, I'm here for you and shit so... don’t feel like you owe me anything, alright stupid?”

Why’d you call her stupid? Why can’t you just be nice, you asshole?!

You laughed and nodded, tears entering your eyes again. “I really appreciate it, Bakugou. You're always so good to me.” You hiccupped.

Bakugou’s gaze softened and he opened his arms. “C’mere, dumbass.”

You leapt into his arms and wrapped yourself around him, crying your eyes out and shuddering in despair. “Wh- what did I do wrong, Katsuki?”

Bakugou snarled and turned your head to look at him, sitting with you halfway in his lap on your bed. “You didn’t do shit, that bitch doesn’t know what he lost, seriously. You’re not to blame for his bullshit.”

You nodded but Bakugou knew you didn’t fully believe him yet so he continued, even if it might expose his feelings.

“You’re amazing,” He started, letting you bury your head in his neck. “You’re hella smart and talented, and you’re not always annoying either, sometimes you’re funny.”

“Shut up...” You giggled and pressed your wet face to his neck, but he didn’t mind. 

“You smell good all the time and you can’t cook for shit, but you can make, like, popcorn and that’s cool” He started to smirk, he wanted to make you laugh. He wanted to make you forget about that stupid ex of yours. “and you’re real pretty. Like, seriously, bad as hell.”

You blushed but Bakugou couldn’t see it, you couldn’t see his blush either and he was glad for it.

“Thank you, Katsu... Really, i mean it.” You shivered when his large hands squeezed at your thighs. “I wish...” You started, hesitantly. “I wish i had a guy like you...”

Bakugou froze and looked down at you while you looked up at him. Your eyes met and his darted down to your thick brown lips, they looked like honey to him, they always have.

He opened his mouth to ask, but you beat him to it. “Can I kiss you?”

Bakugou smiled crookedly. “Yeah.”

You tasted like vanilla.

He tasted like caramel.

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[draco-kasai]

Alatreon Ch. 1

~BNHA x Avatar the Last Airbender Crossover~

Izuku was clueless about abnormalities around him and grew up believing he was quirkless. After a long, emotional day he comes to discover his quirk. He's behind everyone else so he starts to find ways to train himself and his quirk. Meeting new people, learning new skills Izuku begins to learn how to control his quirk.

TLDR: Basically, Izuku has elemental manipulation of the four elements. He wasn't spatially aware as he grew up thus didn't realize it before. Avatar characters will appear slowly but surely. 

My friend challenged me to not say the word “bending” since I got the story idea from ATLA

Story also being posted on AO3 of the same title 

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“Why are you being so mean? You’re making him cry Kacchan!” A young boy with curly green hair sobbed as he stood in front of a sobbing boy his age.  His hands tightened around the hem of his shirt for a moment before coming up to form small fists.  He took a shaky stance to prepare to fight.  “I- I can’t let you hurt him anymore!”

A small boy with blond messy hair stared at the boy before him.  His lips quirked up into a sinister smirk, “Heh, You want to pretend to be a hero?” He smashed a fist into his open palm, a small explosion going off, “You don’t stand a chance without a quirk,  Deku!” The two boys behind him smirked evilly as they activated their powers.  One with dragon wings and the other with long fingers.  The long-fingered male grabbed the small sobbing boy to hold him down, the blond grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face.  The boy with wings cheered as he looked around making sure no adults came by. 

Nobody had noticed how the earth cracked and slightly trembled under their feet when the helpless boy fell to the ground.

Not all men are created equal, this is a sad truth.  A reality that Izuku Midoriya had come to realize at the age of four.

An older Izuku ran through the streets, a large smile on his face as he ran, weaving expertly through people walking by, a small gust of wind following behind him as he passed by.

The moment he’d arrived at his destination his smile only grew as he looked up, his hands tightening on the straps of his yellow bag.  A few yards away from him a giant, monstrous-looking man with distorted features stood atop the Tatooin Station fighting off a man made of wood.

Around him, people either talked happily about the fight or were in the middle of phone calls with their bosses informing them that they would be late.  A hero in a facsimile of a firefighter's outfit manipulated water to keep the citizens from getting closer to the ongoing battle.  Another hero, tall and sturdy, caught falling debris to keep the people safe.  The green-haired teen gently weaved his way through the crowd until he arrived at the front.  Looking up he smiled brightly.

“Wha~ It’s Kamui Woods!” He cheered in awe watching the action intently.  The man next to him snickered heartedly at his obvious excitement.

“I see you’re a fanboy!” He remarked.  The boy blushed slightly as he looked away, a small smile on his face.

“Um, yeah…! you can say that” he responded turning back up at the battle.  He watched the two exchange blows and a few words before a rush of excitement filled him in seeing the hero prepare his finishing move.  Before Kamui even had a chance to finish, however, a vaunt woman appeared out of nowhere kicking the villain off the top of the station.

With long platinum hair, horns that hitter out the top of her head, and a skintight bodysuit she flamboyantly introduced herself to the crowd as Mt. Lady.  Izuku brought his bag around to quickly fish out a notebook as the hero wrapped things up with the police.  The media was quick to take pictures of the debiting hero, fishing for more information about her.  The teen started muttering softly to himself as he quickly wrote into his journal.  A new hero making their debt was always an exciting event for him since he has someone new to analyze.

“What’s that fanboy? Are you taking notes over there?  You want to be a hero too huh!?  Well, Good luck kid!” The man said encouragingly as he held a thumbs up.  Izuku stopped and turned to look at the man with a wide smile on his face.

“Yes! Thank you, sir! I’ll do my best!” he grinned widely.  Once he had wrapped it up he quickly made his way to his school bidding the man a farewell.

 _____

 “C’mon class! You’re middle school seniors!!  It’s time to start thinking seriously about your futures!!” Izuku’s teacher shouted as he waved around a pile of papers in his hand, “I could pass the career aptitude test out,  but why bother?” He throws the papers up, scattering them around, “Haha!  I know you all want to become heroes!” The students cheered in response, each and every one of them showing off their quirks.

Izuku watched as he was slumped down on his desk, a hand holding his pencil for when he wrote things down on his notebook.  He slumped down further to protect his things as his classmates showed off their quirks proudly, neglectful of those around them.  “Yes, yes, you all have very impressive quirks but remember there is no power usage at school so get a hold of yourselves” The teacher chided half-heartedly as he picked the papers back up.  A scoff was heard that made the class fall silent and turn to the source.

“Don’t lump me in with these bunch of losers.  I’m the real deal, they’ll be lucky to even become sidekicks to some poor sap.” A blond with messy hair smirked as his legs relaxed on his table and he leaned back into his seat.  The class became angry at this and began to yell in response.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean Katsuki?!”

“You sure have a big mouth Bakugo!”

“Why are you such an asshole dude?!”

“Don’t be rude!”

“Let’s go! I’ll take you all on!” Katsuki Bakugo shouted with a mock grin.

“Hm~ Well you do have impressive test results.” The teacher began as he looked at his clipboard, setting the papers down on the podium,  “Maybe you will get into Yuuei High.” The students gasped and began chattering in shock.

“What? He’s going to try for the national school?”

“That school has a .2% acceptance rate!”

“It’s impossible to get into Yuuei.”

“That’s exactly why it’s the only place worthy of me!” Katsuki stated before jumping on top of his desk proudly, “I’ve aced all of the mock tests!  I’m the only one who stands a chance!  I’ll be even more powerful than All Might himself!  I’ll be the richest hero of all time!  People all across the world will know who I am and it all starts with Yuuei high!!”

“Oh yeah… now that it's mentioned, Midoriya didn’t you want to go to Yuuei too?” The teacher asks with a mock grin as he stares down at the clipboard in his hand.  Everyone fell completely silent at this information and turned to look at the boy who flinched under their stares.  A brief moment of stunned silence passes before everyone laughed loudly.

“Midoriya?! There’s no way!”

“What wishful thinking!”

“You don’t even have a quirk!”

“That’s so sad!”

“They won’t accept you! You’re quirkless!”

Izuku sat up straight at the last comment, “Well actually they got rid of that rule!  I- I can be the first one!” He tried to protest but nobody listened.  Their laughter and insults practically drowning out his voice.  Katsuki let out an angered shout as he slammed his hand onto the table with an explosion going off on his palms.

“Listen up DEKU, your even worse than these rejects you, quirkless wannabe!  You really think they’ll take someone like you when they can have me?” Katsuki insulted as he backed the boy onto a wall.

“Ha!? N-no wait! You’ve got it all wrong!  I wouldn’t compete with you! I would never!  I-it’s just that…” He curled into himself slightly looking at anything but the boy before him, “I’ve wanted to be a hero s-since I was little and… you never know till you try…” his voice drifted off.

“Ha! ‘You never know till you try’!?  You’ll never be able to hang with the best of the best!  You’d die in the exams!!” Izuku frowned at Katski’s words and looked down to stare at his shoes as everyone continued to insult him. 

Eventually, the teacher finally had the class settle down and the day continued.  Once class’ had ended, Izuku pulled out his phone to look at the news, his mood came back a little brighter again as he scrolled through the articles.

“Man, the event from this morning is all over the news.” He happily put his phone away and picked up his notebook,  “I better get home if I want to write down my notes before I forget.” he went to put the book away only for it to be taken from his hand.  Looking up he flinched back at seeing Katsuki.

“We’re not done yet Deku.” He spoke cooly

“Whatcha got there? His diary?” A male with medium length brown hair asked as he walked over with another male.  Katsuki showed them the notebook.

“‘Hero analysis for the future’?  Haha for real?! Damn Midoriya!” Another male with an undercut laughed.

“Give that back! It’s mine Kaachan!” Izuku nervously said as he turned to Katsuki only for him to slam it in between his open palms and set off a small explosion.

“Ah! That’s so mean…” Izuku frowned as he looked at the booklet now covered in scorch marks and slightly ripped up.  Katsuki paid the boy no mind as he tossed the notebook out an open window. Izuku watched it drop with wide disappointed eyes.

“Hmph, 'Most first string heroes show potential early on,  people look at them and just know that they’re destined for greatness.' When I’m the only student from this garbage junior high to get into Yuuei people will start talking about me like that.  They’ll realize I’m legit, the next big thing.  That’s not ego talking, I just know I’m good.” Katsuki smirked before placing a smoking hand on Izuku’s shaking shoulder.  His hand flinching in anticipation for another explosion.

“Here’s a little word of advice nerd.” Katsuki flashes him an ominous smile, “Don’t even think about applying, or else.” Izuku attempts to say something, anything but he can’t find the words.  Feeling pleased with himself Katsuki lets go of him and makes his way for the door, the two lackeys following close behind him.

“That’s just sad, I’d thought you’d at least have some fight in you.” the male with the undercut commented as they walked off.

“I’m sure he finally gets it.” The brunette with the long hair added, “He’ll never be a hero, better to find out now instead of later I guess.”

“You know, if you really want to be a hero, there might actually be another way.” Katsuki chimes as he stops at the door, “Just pray you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life,  and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”

Izuku flinched at the words and clenched his jaw in anger.  Turning around he was quickly stopped by the sound of multiple explosions going off in Katsuki’s hand.  “Something wrong?” He asked. Izuku stood silently as they walked out of the class.  Once they were gone he stood there for a few minutes before grabbing his bag and walking out, the opposite direction, quickly making his way down to the courtyard.

‘You can’t go around telling people to kill themselves!’ Izuku thought to himself angrily as he walked around looking for his notebook, ‘What if I really jumped?!  What would he do then!? Think before you speak!!’ he came to a stop as his eyes landed on the small pond that held koi fish.  He watched as the fish nibbled on his notebook, ‘my dreams have turned into fish food…’ he let out a small sigh.

“That’s not food you dumb fish…” He spoke as he reached and grabbed his notebook causing the fish to quickly swim away.  “Damn it…” He frowned as he looked down at the notebook.  Turning on his heels he let out an angry huff, he heard the water from the pond splash angrily as he did so.  Assuming it’s just the fish he quickly walked away as his anger continued to build up.

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 “Mom hurry!!” A small Izuku shouted as he ran out of his mother’s bedroom.  Running up to her he held an All Might figure in his hands as he jumped around excitedly at his mother’s feet, “It’s computer tiiiime!”

“Already?” She asked with a smile.  She let out a small chuckle as she turned off the sink, the water suddenly flowing heavier than it was before, “Alright, alright,  common.” She began to walk for her room only for the excited child to rush past her and climb into the chair.  He happily rushed his mother as she turned the computer on and made her way to YouTube, “geez,  I’m sure the only reason this video has a thousand views is that you keep refreshing the page Izuku.” His mother joked as she pressed play on the video.

Izuku leaned forward excitedly as the footage began to play.  It was an old one of a disaster that took place a very long time ago.  The debt of the greatest hero the world had ever known.  The small boy watched as a man emerged from the rubble.  His large smile grew wider as the large man carrying many people emerged and laughed.  With every word he spoke Izku’s eyes sparkled brighter.  “FOR I AM HERE!” the boy practically squealed with excitement at the words.

“He’s the coolest in the universe!  When I get my quirk I’m gonna be just like him!!  AAAHAHAHAHA!!” He began laughing in imitation of All Might.  His mother watched him with a small smile before looking away worried.

 **

 “I’m sorry Mrs. Midoriya but we don’t understand why Izuku has yet to show his quirk.” Izuku froze at the doctor’s words.  The All Might toy he carries around falling to the floor.

“Oh, dear… So you really think there’s something wrong then?” Inko asked as she placed a reassuring hand on her son's back, “most of the other kindergarteners have begun to show signs already…”

“My records say you are a fourth-generation quirk user.  What powers do you and the boy’s father have?” the doctor asked as he leaned back into his seat.

“Nothing too special… I can float small objects towards me.” she explained as she gently waved her hand to pick up her son’s toy, “and my husband breaths fire.  They’re useful enough I suppose.”

“Izuku should have already manifested a quirk or a combination of both and after viewing his X-rays he truly should have,  I believe.” He turns to the light board holding the child’s X-rays along with another.  "When superpowers first began appearing there were many research studies conducted to try and understand them and doctors found a link between a person's foot and the likelihood of them developing a  quirk."

He got to his feet and tapped at Izuku's X-ray, "People with a quirk have only one joint in their pinky toes.  Their bodies have evolved into a more streamlined version of the human form." He directed their attention to the other X-ray for comparison,  "you can see here this person has two joints in their pinky, like roughly 20% of the population these days." He turned and frowned at Inko.

"Based on the research we have he should develop a quirk or at least show signs.  It is quite possible that he has an invisible quirk, however, there are people who never find out what theirs is because of that.  We have already run all the tests we have available and have turned up with nothing.  I apologize Mrs. Midoriya but there isn't anything we can do."

**

Young Izuku could hear the pitter-patter of the rain as it fell outside his window.  He glared determinedly at the spoon he'd set across the table.  His hands resting under his chin as he did his best to concentrate.  Inko watched her son worryingly as she went to wash her hands to start dinner. 

Izuku has been trying to figure out his quirk since they got home from the doctors.  He reached his hand out towards the utensil as she turned on the sink.  A rush of water startled Inko causing her to turn off the sink with a small sigh.  Maybe she should call the manager, the sink along with the stove had started acting up a few days ago.

As Inko cooked she noticed her son had given up on the spoon and was now trying to breathe fire like his father.  He took a deep breath and blew only for nothing to happen.  He continued to do this time and time again.  Taking a deep breath he exhaled again only to stop midway as he seemed to choke on his own spit and start coughing.  Inko was quick to be at her son's side rubbing soothing circles on his back.  “It burns-!” the small boy complained.  His mother frowned and got him a cup of water to cool off his sore throat.

Once he finally stopped coughing she turned back to the stove only to see the fire lit high and the miso beginning to boil.  She was quick to rush over and completely turn off the stove and let out a sigh of relief when she saw the soup was fine.  Tomorrow, she'll call the landlord tomorrow morning.

Her son was silent during dinner.  He mindlessly moved his food about with downcast eyes.  Inko lightly lectured him and encouraged him to eat.  When he finished he silently left the table and went to his room.  The moment Inko had finished washing the dishes she felt a light tug of her shirt.

"Mom… can you turn on the video?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.  Reluctantly his mother agreed and they made their way to her bedroom.  He didn't rush her this time as she turned on the computer, he didn't excitedly dance in his seat as she searched up the video and pressed play.  She made her way for the door to leave her son but stopped to turn back, casting worried eyes towards her son's direction.

"You see that mom?" The small boy asked suddenly "there's always a smile on his face,  no matter how bad things get… even when things seem impossible he never gives up..." He turned the chair so he could look at his mother.  Tears threatened to fall as a weak and forced smile graced his lips, he pointed at the screen.  Tears began to form in his mother's eyes as her heart broke.

"Do you think… I can be a hero too?"

His mother stumbled over quickly to her son, wrapping her arms around his small form, tears falling from her eyes, "I'm sorry Izuku… I wish things were different." She sobbed out. Tears began falling from Izuku's eyes as he silently began to cry.  That wasn't what he needed to hear.  Especially since his world was crumbling before him.

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 Izuku let out a sigh at the memory as he came to a stop at the entrance of the underpass.  He never did learn what his quirk could be, leaving him no choice but to register as quirkless.  He and his parents slowly had drifted apart, no longer as close as before.  That day, he made a silent promise, a promise to keep smiling like his hero did and to believe in himself even when others didn't.

The boy clenched his fists in anger, not even Kacchan can bring him down.  He won't let him. His mind wandered back to what the explosive blond had said to him not too long ago making him clench his jaw in anger.

"That asshole!" He shouted as he began stomping through the underpass, "He's seriously instigating suicide now!?" He waved his hands around in anger as he ranted.  Eyes focused on the concrete floor ahead of him.  "What the hell Kacchan?!" He asked as he stomped his foot in anger, not noticing the crack and slight shift it created on the ground below him.  Walking over the sewer he waved his arms, "You want to be a hero don't you?!  Then what makes you think that's something you should ever say to anybody?!" the faint sounds of the water furiously splash about softly echoed through the underpass.

He hardly took notice as the wind around him picked up from a gentle breeze to more of a small weak push, "Like seriously Kacchan!  Think before you speak!!" Crackles of fire sparked after his hands as he waved them up and about over his head.  He was so caught up in his anger he didn't notice the sludge that crawled out of the small holes of the sewer lid.

"Hey, kid!" The slimy creature called.  Caught up in his anger Izuku waved his hand behind him in the sludge direction, a gust of wind waving past his fingertips quickly followed by the sound of water splashing,  and turned around with an angry “What?!” Only to find he was alone in the underpass.

That's strange, hadn't someone just called him?  Oh god, he hopes not. His response was incredibly rude!  Taking a few deep breaths he attempts to calm his anger.  The sound of the sewer lid flying off and hitting the roof of the underpass made him jump in surprise.

"Fear not! I am here!" The figure that crawled out states.  Izuku's eyes grew wide in shock as he stares at the one and only All Might.  The most amazing man in the world, the one and only is standing before him.  He watches in awe as the hero looks around in confusion before settling his gaze on Izuku making him jump.

"Excuse me young man but have you seen a large slime villain anywhere around here?" He asks as he walks over to the boy.  Izuku quickly shakes his head, you'd think he'd notice a giant slime.

"Hmmm it must have gotten away then." All Might states to himself as he places his hands on his hips.  Finally snapping out of his shock Izuku held out his notebook to the hero.

"C-c-can you sign this?!" He asked.  All Might looked down and smiled wider.

"But of course!" He replied as he took the notebook and pulled a pen of his own from his cargo pants.  Handing the notebook back to Izuku he couldn't help but stare at it in awe.  He actually got a signature! From All Might!  The greatest hero ever! He looked up to say something only to see the hero make his way to the end of the underpass to leave.

"Ah- w-wait!" Izuku called out rushing after him.  He still has lots of questions.  He needs to ask him-!

"Sorry young man but I must find that villain before it can cause anymore chaos!" All Might replied as he looked around the area outside the underpass.  Realizing that it’s not there he crouched down to leave, “Now stand back, I’m taking off.” he warned before he took a giant leap forward,  eyes trained on the ground before realizing the boy had gripped onto his pants and was now screaming in fear and shock.

"Hey! Hey! I love my fans but this is too much!  Let go!" All might frowned

"No way!! We’re flying, if I let go I'll die!!" Izuku responded, his voice distorted as the air blew on his face aggressively.

"Ah… good point." All might respond

"Please!! I still have so many questions to ask you personally!  You're my all-time favorite hero!!" Izuku begged.

"Okay, okay just close your eyes and mouth!" All Might instructed so that the boy doesn't get dry eyes or hurt himself, he follows the instructions without question.  The blond hero let out a sigh as he placed a gentle hand on the boys head and looked around for a place to land, letting out a few coughs.

Once they landed Izuku took long deep breaths to calm his nerves.  His tongue moved around his mouth wildly desperately trying to bring back saliva and blinked his eyes aggressively to keep them wet, "my whole life just flashed before my eyes…" He mumbles.

"That wasn't very smart of you.  Knock on the door if it's locked, they'll eventually let you in.  Now I really must be going, catch you on the flip side." All Might said as he turned on his heel and began making his way to the rails.

"Wha- no wait I have to ask you something!" He reaches out his hand desperately.

"I'm sorry kid but I need to capture this villain."

"But I have to know!" He brings his outstretched hand down to his side as the hurtful words said to him flow through his head.  He's silent for a moment, his hands clenched into fists, "Is it possible to become a hero even if I don't have a quirk?!" All Might stops,  "I'm a normal kid without any powers...could I ever hope to be someone like you?!"

"Without a quirk?" Izuku responded to the question by going off on a small tangent, he began trying to explain himself as he looked at anything but the hero before him.  When he turned to look at him again he was met with clearing smoke and a skeleton of a man.

As the man attempted to speak blood flooded out of his mouth making the boy scream in shock.  What's happening? Why is All Might suddenly a skeleton?  Izuku tried his best to make sense of what the man was telling him.  He flinched as he saw the wound when he lifted his shirt.  Gruesome and painful just looking at it, he felt his side sting in phantom pain just staring at it and even more so as All Might began to explain.

Only three hours? Wait, five years ago?  Was it Toxic Chainsaw? An unknown villain fight?  To go to such lengths to keep a fight like that under wraps.  Izuku wondered just how strong they were to have hurt All Might so much.  The thought sent shivers down his spine.

"So I honestly don't think you can become a hero" Izuku flinched at those words.

"I see…" He responded plainly as he tried to ignore the pain in his chest.

"If you want to help people there are plenty of other ways to do it.  You could be a police officer, they get crap because the hero's capture most of the villains but it's a fine profession." He spoke as he walked for the door.  He stopped as he opened it, "It's not bad to have a dream young man.  Just… make sure those dreams are attainable.  Realistic. Understand?" He finished as he walked through and closed the door behind him leaving a broken boy behind.

The sound of an explosion far off brought the boy back to reality.  "A villain? I wonder what hero will-" He stopped in his tracks.  The words All Might had told him floating through his head.  He frowned and began his slow walk home.

As he walked he stared down at his charred notebook, idly flipping through the pages, reading through the information he'd long since memorized.  reaching the last page with the signature he slammed the notebook shut.  'Even all Might had said it. A hero needs a quirk.  Damn it, don't cry, you already knew this deep down!  You've just been avoiding reality.  That's why you were trying so desperately to prove yourself wrong.'

He sniffled as he did his best to keep his eyes dry.  An explosion is heard once again but closer this time.  He looks at the direction of the smoke and frowns.  The fight is still happening?  Did his feet seriously carry him here subconsciously?  Izuku let out a shaky breath as he crossed the street numbly to get a closer look.  He might as well, one last time, for old times sake.

Izuku could see a giant sludge monster running rampant.  Ah, isn't that the villain All Might was looking for?  Izuku frowned, how did it even get all the way out here?  Shouldn't it be closer to the location of the underpass?

"Why aren't the hero's doing anything?" the boy turned to the two men conversing

"I guess the hero's met their match, plus the villain captured a kid."

Ah, a hostage situation? He wondered how long the kid had been in there.  Hopefully not long, just looking at the scene from afar it must be a terrifying experience.  Izuku frowned as he turned to try and get a better look.  He could make out a figure that the slime is holding someone but he can’t quite make out who it is.

"Wait, isn't that the villain All Might was chasing down earlier?" Someone asked

"What? All Might? No way he lost, where is he?"

"Can't someone call him?"

"Seriously! Why hasn’t he shown up to help the heroes?"

Izuku frowned at this as he hugs himself.  This is his fault. If he hadn't distracted All Might from looking for the villain, they would have been captured by now!  How could he be so reckless and selfish?  Izuku continued to chastise himself as he watched the battle before him.  The kid turned their face and looked towards the crowd with pleading eyes.

Izuku felt his heart stop at the pleading helpless look in their eyes.  He felt his breath hitch once he realized who the child in danger was.  His limbs started moving suddenly, weaving around the crowd, leaving a soft gust of wind behind him as he charged forward.  Ignoring the calls of the hero's he ran as fast as he could, and somehow, he felt like he was running on air.

"It's you!!!" The villain called out angrily.  Izuku doesn't understand why the villain is all the angrier to see him, he doesn't understand why it seems to recognize him.  He just knew that his body was moving on its own, that he wanted to save Kacchan.  Thinking back to page 25 of his notebook, ‘obscure the villains vision and quickly use the opportunity to bind them,’ he grabbed the straps of his bag.

Quickly he shrugged it off his shoulders.  Turning on his feet he used the momentum of the spin to throw his bag at the monster's eyes.  As he let go he felt a gush of wind follow and the bag hit the monster's eyes with more force Izuku thought possible, making it recoil.

Katsuki gasped for air once the villain let go, color returning to his face.  He questioned Izuku as the boy desperately tried to claw the slime off of him.  Izuku smiled in response, it wavered and trembled in fear but he forced himself to keep it, "Kacchan, I couldn't just stand there and watch you die!"

Once the slime villain recovered he turned angrily to the green-haired boy.  As it prepared to attack a large gush of wind followed by an explosion made Izuku close his eyes.  Once he opened them he could see All Might standing before him blocking the attack.  He spoke, but Izuku could barely hear him as he watched on in awe.

The hero grabbed both his and Kacchan's arm and threw a powerful punch forward.  Izuku shut his eyes as he and the blond were practically being thrown about in the air like ragdolls only held down by the hero's hold on them.  At some point, the teens found themselves unconscious.

When they came to the police were already putting trash bags filled with slime into a van.  Izuku found himself getting lectured by hero's while Kacchan got praised for his bravery.  Once he was let go Izuku found himself speed walking home.

He didn't feel like taking his time on the walk.  He felt dirty, and the day had taken a lot of energy out of him.   His head hurt from landing on the concrete after the air had stopped.  Once he was a few streets away from home he found himself running.

Izuku didn't see Kacchan as he turned the corner and saw him.  The blond prepared to run after him but stopped himself when he realized he was too far, he decided it wasn't worth the chase. 

 He didn't see All Might, as he rushed past an intersection.  The hero speed-walked down the sidewalk, his eyes wandering around in search of the green-haired boy. 

No, he focused on getting home as fast as possible.  His eyes were focused on the path before him as he blinked back tears.  He wanted a bath. He wanted to eat his mother's cooking.  He wanted to cry over his broken and shattered dream alone in his room.  To sleep for as long as he could before he had to get up and wonder where to go from here.

So he ran.

#bnha #avatar the last airbender #crossover #fanfiction #atla #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #atla fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugō

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Aphelion

A MHA fanfiction. Chapter 7.

Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5     Chapter 6

AO3

Summary:

Izuku has been kidnapped by All For One, for reasons the young boy doesn’t understand. He is forced to stay at a rundown facility, surrounded by villains and, for all he knows, completely without help. In-between his attempts to escape or learn why he has been stolen, the young boy spends his time with a near-comatose man who seems strangely familiar.

Trigger Warnings for: kidnapping, body horror, medical torture, needles, and pain

There was a set pattern to things.

Murata would always draw some blood in the room where Yagi was kept. Either the doctor or Shigaraki would be the ones to escort him there. Izuku was grateful that Sensei had, for whatever reason, shifted his focus and never showed up when Izuku was with Murata. Shigaraki didn’t talk as often as he used to, instead keeping his hands at his sides or scratching at his neck. Izuku tried to draw the older boy into conversations, but it wasn’t easy.

Then, after drawing his blood and sometimes fiddling with Yagi’s drug intake, the doctor would leave. Murata was always careful to lock the door, not wanting to repeat Izuku’s escape attempt.

Sometimes Yagi woke up, sometimes he didn’t. When he did, Izuku tried to make him smile with a story. He might tell a joke, or talk about a practical prank that Kaachan pulled on him. Yagi seemed to enjoy the stories about Izuku’s adventures the best, though.

Yagi was waking up less and less, though, and his oddly familiar smiles didn’t seem to go as deeply as they used to.

Izuku kicked his feet back and forth, his perch on his cot sagging under his weight.

What can I do?

The door closed as Murata left, Izuku still sitting in his chair.

He wasn’t as bothered by the needles as he had been, though he wished the marks didn’t take so long to fade. He winced as he rubbed at his forearm, gentle around the new puncture.

Murata had been his usual talkative self today, though he hadn’t revealed anything Izuku would consider important enough to write down in his notebook later. Izuku gave a weary sigh and slouched in his chair, the bottoms of his shoes skidding on the floor.

Yagi twitched at the noise and slowly opened his eyes. His head lolled as he tried to focus on Izuku, and a small grin spread across his face when he saw him. Then he fell back asleep, a tube in his side giving a twitch as it pumped some sort of drug into the older man’s system.

Izuku wrinkled his nose and walked over to the control box the tube was connected to, eyes darting over the switches and knobs. He saw one dial turned halfway on and, after a moment of hesitation, reached out and turned it down, but not all the way off.

Yagi let out a sigh and his fingers twitched. He mumbled something and his face scrunched up. His eyes opened again, and he blinked slowly before looking down at where Izuku was crouched.

“Hello there, my boy. What are you doing on the floor?” His words were slightly slurred, but his eyes were fairly clear.

Izuku grinned and sat down. “Just hanging out.”

“Mmmm. I’m sure.” Yagi’s eyes darted to the control box and he smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Mr. Yagi!” Izuku’s smile faded. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. I think the burn is healed, which is nice.” He gave a deep sigh. “I’m still fairly tired, though. I don’t know how long I’ll manage to stay awake, even if you fiddled with the sedative.”

“Oh. W-well, before you fall back asleep, I have something to show you.”

“Oh?”

Izuku shot him a searching glance, then kicked off his shoe.

“My boy, what are you doing? You foot will get cold.”

Izuku reached into his shoe and lifted up the lining, his fingers finding the edge of the photograph. He pulled it out carefully, keeping the image turned away from Yagi.

“Just wanted to get this, first.” Izuku slipped his shoe back on and handed the picture over.

Yagi took it with gentle fingers. His hand was slightly shaking, and the paper quivered as he turned the image face-up.

It took him a moment to understand what he was seeing, but then his eyes widened and a disbelieving grin grew across his face. “This is you?”

“And my mom, yeah. I just -” Izuku grinned and scratched his head, “I thought you might like to see what she looks like.”

“She seems kind,” Yagi said. “And you look happy.”

“Yeah. I don’t really remember when the picture was taken, but it’s nice to have.”

“And you keep it in your shoe?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want them to take it.”

“Smart boy.” Yagi seemed lost in thought, and he slowly dragged his fingers down the photograph.

“Mr. Yagi?”

He twitched. “Sorry. I was just … it’s been a while since I’ve seen colors like these.”

“Oh.” Izuku felt his heart squeeze. “Yeah, I guess it must get pretty boring here.” He looked around the grayscale room. The only color came from Yagi’s short blond hair and Izuku. He looked back at his companion, who was still running gentle fingers around the edge of the photograph.

The boy fiddled with his fingers. “Um … do you think you could tell me more about you? I know you like listening to me talk, but it might be good for you to talk sometimes, too.” Izuku tried to give an encouraging smile.

Yagi’s face went blank and he leaned back in his chair. He held out the photograph wordlessly, fingers shaking under the effort.

Izuku swallowed and took the picture back. After replacing it and slipping his shoe back on, he bowed his head. “I-if it’s something I did, then I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s not you.” Yagi suddenly looked very old, tired down in his bones. “Not you at all, my boy.”

Izuku twisted his hands. “Can I ask a question?”

“Of course, my boy.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

An amused smile twitched at the corners of Yagi’s mouth. “Yellow.”

“That’s a happy color,” Izuku said, fiddling with his fingers and giving an uncertain grin. “Mine’s blue.”

Yagi chuckled, a deep and rasping sound. “A good color, I think.”

Izuku smiled and hugged his shoulders. There was still a smile on Yagi’s face. It pulled at the corners of his eyes and made him look younger. There was something …

Izuku gasped as the answer came to him.

“What is it?” Yagi raised his eyebrow in question, a small happy turn still at the edges of his mouth.

Izuku grinned and clapped his hands. “I figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“Why you seem familiar.”

Toshinori gave a small start, his hand lifting off the armrest to tap against his gaunt cheek. “Familiar?”

“Yeah. When I first saw you I couldn’t figure it out, but now I know.” Izuku canted his head. “It’s your smile! It’s really bright, and sort of reminds me of my mom.”

“Your mother?”

“Yes! And, well,” Izuku shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed, “All Might had a smile like yours.”

Izuku didn’t see the shock that flashed across Yagi’s face, or the way it crumpled into an expression that seemed almost mournful. “All Might?”

Izuku laughed and rubbed the back of his head, still looking down at the floor. “I’m sort of a hero fanboy, I guess. All Might is my favorite hero, though.”

Yagi’s eyes were squeezed closed and a muscle worked in his clenched jaw.

“Your smile just … I don’t know,” Izuku said, feeling a bashful smile grow across his face, “feels safe.”

Yagi shifted in his chair, stretching out his feet with a tired sigh. “I’m glad I can do that much, at least.”

Izuku looked up and grinned. “You do a lot, Mr. Yagi. I can talk with you, and tell you stories, and you’re kind. You ask how I’m doing. You’re pretty great, actually.”

Yagi gave a long-suffering smile. “If you say so.”

The boy shook his head and opened his mouth to say something. Instead, he gave a yelp of surprise when the door slammed open.

Shigaraki stepped into the room, the severed hand on his face nearly hiding his eyes. His glare was clear and strong when he looked at the pair, and Izuku winced when Shigaraki snarled, “Get up, brat. We’re going back.”

“O-okay,” Izuku stammered, quickly getting to his feet. “Well, I’ll, um, see you later then, Mr. Yagi.”

Yagi gave a tired yawn, not responding to the hateful look Shigaraki shot at him. “Until later, then, my boy.”

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’re doing, detective.” Inko Midoriya was looking worse for wear, with deep bags under her eyes and a greasy sheen to her hair. However, it seemed like fresh steel was in her spine. Naomasa partially attributed it to the long-awaited presence of her husband, who was sitting next to her. Their living room was otherwise uncrowded. A series of files was spread out on the coffee table between them.

“I wish I could do more, Mrs. Midoriya.” Naomasa fiddled with his pen. “We’re doing everything we can, and I feel like we’re narrowing down where your son is. It’s something of a process, though, and the time it takes is often frustrating.”

“Still, thank you for your effort.” Mrs. Midoriya was determined with her gratitude, and Naomasa gave her a thankful nod.

Mr. Midoriya was looking uncomfortable. “Um, I’m sorry to ask this, detective, but … how do most cases like this end?”

“Well,” Naomasa let out a sigh, “I will say that every case has its particulars. Cases like young Izuku’s can end badly, but I’m nearly 100% certain that we’ll be able to return him to you.”

“It’s just …” Mr. Midoriya sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s hard to keep up hope, especially since it’s been so long.”

“When things seem hardest is when hope is most needed.”

Mrs. Midoriya rubbed at her eyes. “You seem to know what to say.”

Naomasa nodded. “I’m glad I can help, Mrs. Midoriya, in any way I can. It’s not easy going through something like this alone.”

Inko nodded, but her husband seemed to be thinking. “Is that some sort of stock speech you give to everyone?”

“Hisashi!” Inko looked shocked and sent a glare at her husband. “I apologize for my husband, Detective Tsukauchi.”

“No, no, it’s alright, Mrs. Midoriya. It’s hard to not get cynical in situations like this.” He looked at her husband. “I am actually speaking from personal experience, if that helps. A close friend of mine went missing several years ago, actually. I can’t claim to know what it’s like to miss a child, but I do know what it’s like to miss someone close to you.”

Inko looked sad. “Oh, detective, I’m so sorry. Did … what happened?”

Naomasa shrugged. “He just vanished. We’re not sure what happened. The case went cold two months after.”

Naomasa didn’t mention the nights he’d spent awake, pouring over documents and photographs of the fight area. He’d stopped shaving, and lost an unhealthy amount of weight.

Torino had been tired beyond his years, deep lines of grief around his eyes even as he glared and shouted and tried to keep Naomasa from working himself into an early grave.

“Dammit, Tsukauchi! At least when Nana died we had a fucking body! There’s nothing for you where you’re at. We failed him, and now you have to live with it like the rest of us!”

The detective shook his head and focused on the present. Nothing to be done for the dead. Focus on the living, Nao. He’d want you to.

“What I’m trying to say, Mrs. Midoriya, is that you’re not alone in this. You have your husband, and friends, and everyone on this case supporting you. And don’t devalue hope. I’ve seen miracles before.”

Mr. Midoriya looked embarrassed, but he nodded his head in acceptance. “Thank you for that. And I apologize.”

Naomasa gave a tired smile. “It’s no problem.” He got to his feet, resisting the urge to stretch. “I think it’s time for me to head back to the station. Thank you for your time, both of you. I know these updates can get tedious.”

Inko shook her head. “I appreciate them more than I’ll ever be able to say, detective.”

Naomasa nodded and walked to the door, quickly slipping into his shoes and grabbing his coat. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “We never found my friend, but I have the greatest hope that we’ll find your son. Besides,” he turned, and offered what he hoped was a gentle smile, “From what I’ve heard, we shouldn’t underestimate young Izuku.”

“Why you like being left there, I’ll never know,” Shigaraki grumbled as he and Izuku walked through the hallways.

“He’s interesting to talk to, Shiga.” Izuku looked up at the lights. “I know you don’t like him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t.”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything in return.

Izuku pulled ahead of Shigaraki, trusting his memory of the layout to get him back to his room. He rounded a corner and walked right into someone else.

He bounced back, an apology already on his tongue. Instead, the villain grabbed his shoulders with an insulted yell and lifted him from the floor.

���Jus’ who do you think ye are?!”

Izuku squirmed, trying to squeeze his way out of the villain’s grip.

“He’s with me, idiot,” Shigaraki said, his voice threateningly monotone.

“An’ who’s -” The villain gave a choked gasp when he saw who had spoken. “Shigaraki, sir, uh … I didn’t know. Here, I’ll just -”

He put Izuku down gently, giving the boy a small pat on the head. Then he skittered away, quickly ducking around a corner and out of sight.

Izuku, stunned, just stood there. It took Shigaraki giving an order to get him moving again.

“You shouldn’t move like that,” Shigaraki muttered.

“What?” Izuku’s voice was light and airy.

“I said you don’t know how to fight. You could have escaped that on your own.”

“Hey! It’s not like I was expecting to run into a wall of person.” Izuku pouted and crossed his arms.

“You should have learned by now to always be on your guard.”

Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, and stared at his moving feet.

“Besides, you’re small, and not that tall yet.”

Izuku frowned. “I’m fast, though.”

“Which means you’ll be better off running away than fighting.”

The boy sighed and slouched his shoulders. “Like running has gotten me anywhere,” he muttered.

Shigaraki snorted. “And it won’t, so just stay here.”

Izuku resisted the urge to stick his tongue out and just followed the older boy through the hallways.

“I could … teach you some things. How to fight.”

Izuku looked at Shigaraki in shock. “You? You’d teach me?”

The older boy shifted his shoulders. “Why not?”

“I … sorry. I’m just a little surprised,  I guess.” Izuku clasped his hands and twirled his thumbs. “I could probably stand to learn some things, right?” He shot a questioning smile at Shigaraki.

Shigaraki just looked at him, something spinning in his eyes. “Yeah. Sure.”

A feeling of satisfaction welled in Izuku’s chest. He walked down the hallways with a new spring in his step, only stopping to turn and look back at his companion.

“Hey, Shiga?”

“What?”

“Why do you stay here?”

Shigaraki’s shoulders stiffened, and his voice was tense when he answered. “Hero society is flawed. Sensei saved me when the heroes wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t?” Izuku sounded confused.

Shigaraki felt a familiar anger begin to grow in his chest. “They ignored me when I needed help. I was a child.” He swallowed and started to scratch at his neck.

“That … that doesn’t sound right …”

“… left me behind … sitting in an alley … a discarded item …” He felt his nails break the skin on his neck.

“They wouldn’t just leave someone in trouble …” Izuku’s mind was racing, trying to understand what Shigaraki was telling him.

“They did.” Shigaraki rounded on Izuku, hands darting out to clasp the boy’s shoulders. His middle finger was carefully held off the boy’s shirt. “I figured you’d understand,” he sneered. “After all, you’ve been here for ages. No heroes came to save you. “

“N-no, they just don’t know where to look.” The boy seemed anxious.

“Or maybe,” Shigaraki said, stooping down to look into the boy’s eyes, “they didn’t think a Quirkless boy worth the effort.”

Izuku’s face went blank, his eyes wide.

Shigaraki let go of Izuku’s shoulders, moving a step back and taking a deep breath. “Here, you’re needed and necessary. You have a place with Sensei and the work he’s doing. You matter here. You don’t matter in the society of heroes.”

“Y-yes, I …”

“No, you don’t, and you know it. You’ve just been blinded by everything. The way things are … everything needs to be reset.”

They came to Izuku’s door, and Shigaraki pulled it open with more force than necessary. “We’re going to change things, Izuku. It’ll be better for everyone once we’re done.”

Izuku walked into his room in a daze. “I don’t … that’s not …”

Shigaraki’s voice went quiet. “You should rest.” The door slammed shut, the rusted hinges squeaking in protest.

Izuku stared at the doorknob, nausea starting to build in the back of his throat. He whirled and threw himself onto his cot, burrowing his head under the thin pillow and curling his knees to his chest.

The thought was  like a slow-acting poison, slowly taking over his thoughts.

What if Shigaraki is right?

What if I wasn’t worth saving?

Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for being patient!! This story for sure doesn’t have an update schedule beyond “get the chapter done, post the chapter, take a break for a day before moving on to the next bit.” Now that I’m back at college the updates have a chance of speeding up, actually, so that’s good news!!

If you have questions, feel free to leave them in the tags or shoot me a message ^^

Thank you so much for reading!!

#toshinori yagi #all might #izuku midoriya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #inko midoriya #naomasa tsukauchi #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #aphelion #GOSH I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS THING SINCE JUNE WHAT AM I D O I N G #aaaaaaaaaaaaa this was such a good chapter tho!! i had fun with it ^^ #forged fanfiction