Izuku's eyes soon diverted from his phone however, to a girl struggling under a rock, the zero pointer approaching.
"Shit." He snarled. Leaping into action. He grabbed a broken pole and vaulted himself to a foothold on the side of a building. Snagging his hoodie on some shrapnel, ripping the right sleeve. (Changed it to where he had jeans and a hoodie on.)
He pulled himself up in a fake balcony looking thing, and jumped toward the robot, latching onto it. Pulling himself across to the panel.
He rolled the panel off and yanked the wires out, leaving the bot on the verge of collapsing.
Izuku used his momentum to spring himself back onto the building, scaling back down with ease.
Looking back at the robot, he lifted the rock enough for the girl to move, straining against his malnourished body despite the significant muscle he'd gained through vigorous training.
The girl dragged herself out from under the rock, finally free. Izuku supported her against his side, hiding his discomfort at the touch.
Seemed like her ankle was sprained or slightly fractured to him, based on basic analysis. Izuku took a rather deep cut to the arm, which he didn't even notice until he and the girl were at the "safe corner".
"Thank you, again." She smiled.
"For what?" He muttered, trying to cover his arm up again.
Izuku had gained his fair share of scars through vigilante work, but those weren't the ones he was concerned with.
His father had a phase where he was particularly fond of pocket knives. As well as various burn scars, glass cuts from beer bottles that were smash on him or near him, and various others. Those which he was desperately ashamed of. Signs that he was weak and useless, bringing back unwanted memories.
-Flashback-
"Oh Izuku. I am so, so sorry."
'Mom that's not what I wanted you to say. What I wanted you to say was-'
His thoughts echoed at the time, but he never told her what he'd thought.
Inko pulled her son into a delicate hug, scared to aggravate injuries. Before walking away silently to her room, to avoid confrontation with him.
Izuku and Inko alike had subconsciously picked up the skill of walking silently. Even when injured, they were silent.
-Flashback over-
"What do you mean? You saved me!" She exclaimed.
Izuku's eyes widened ever so slightly in confusion, before his expression returned to being blank.
Uraraka looked in confusion, only to be interrupted by the boom of present mics voice, commencing the end of the test.
The medical team arrived, so Izuku walked away. When no one was in sight he sprinted to his backpack, frantically searching for another hoodie. Fortunately he packed one, tugging the warm fabric over his head, covering the scars he was so ashamed of.
Sorry it's a little shorter! Trying to get a chapter out quickly.
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Fanfiction(Please note this fic is very messy and not actually complete. Another version titled Axis (new) is the one you should read first.) What does it mean to be a hero? That's a question for the ages. It seems morality loses to evil. Heroes are villain...
