Face Me Like An Idiot

16

Sorry for the really late update!

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Despite several years of training his mind and body, Izuku fully admits that he was an absolute dumbass.

After awkwardly staring at a microwave as it heated up Taiyaki, something finally clicked in his head. Control; that was what he was lacking!

"I get it now!" Izuku grinned. And for once, Gran Torino saw a child, not a formidable, worriedly matured teenager.

"Finally," the old man huffed, a glint of pride in his brown gaze.

The greenette turned to him and furrowed his eyebrows. "Quiet, you. My mind is merely progressing."

There goes the child.

"I still think you talk weird, kid," Gran Torino commented gruffly, unable to take the boy seriously. "And a suit, as your hero costume, of all outfits?"

"Strange, I don't recall inquiring your opinion," Izuku remarked, rolling his eyes at the huff of annoyance he received in response. 

Deciding to test out his theory, he stayed still and focused One For All's immense power on his right fist. His fingers formed a flicking motion, aimed at the door of the small apartment. His finger started to slightly burn at eight percent, so he kept it on that percentage.

A strong gust of wind blew against the door, almost ripping it from its hinges as it swung open from the force.

"Holy shit, kid," Gran Torino frowned. "My door."

Izuku chuckled bitterly. "I could care less about your cheap door," He mocked. "Besides, consider it revenge for the prank you attempted when I first started interning with you."

This time, it was the old hero's turn to roll his eyes. This kid…

For the majority of the next day, Izuku continuously leapt from wall to wall, legs burning from the constant use of One For All.

What am I doing wrong!? The greenette gritted his teeth in frustration, glancing at the back of his hands as he kneeled on the floor.

Shaking his head, he begrudgingly stood up. Exhaustion was quickly catching up to him. You're a Mafia boss! For this to bring you down so easily…

Izuku attempted to climb the wall again, and again, but failed each time. The people that walked past gave him strange looks, though he could not bring himself to care. Any other time, however, those people would be on the floor bleeding out.

An egg in a microwave, a egg…

He does not believe it himself, thinking about an egg being microwaved while jumping onto walls. Instinctively, Izuku searched the large vocabulary permanently stored in his mind.

Then, it hit him.

Disseminate.

Of course! Such a simple word, with many definitions. However, Izuku had an idea of what he could do.

Instead of focussing on a single part of my body, I could…

Leafy green sparks of lightning danced around his body. The sight was nothing less than magnificent, and Izuku took a moment to inspect himself.