"So you going to take that helmet off or what?" Natsou asked. They were in a warehouse on a not so populated part of town. It was by the ocean and was unoccupied except for people littering on the beach. It looks like a dumpsight.
Natsou apparently made base there at the werehouse. There was a few arcade games, couches, tvs, pc that was hooked up to 7 screens, punching bag, and a optical course that was actually REALLY hard and dangerous for its size.
Izuku was going threw it.
"Sorry, but no. I don't want my life to be fucked up just yet. Plus, my face is kinda busted right now." Izuku stated. He went threw a hoop on the ceiling and landed next to Natsou on the second floor and followed him.
"So Why'd you bring me here anyhow?"
"You're a rookie. You need someone to teach you a few things."
"Oooooo! Sensei Natsou over here!! Why would I want you as a teacher?"
Natsou led him to a small boxing ring. One nock off one of the edges you'd fall into a ball pit down below. He got on and tossed a training staff to him. It had big red cushions on each end. Natsou grabbed an identical one but blue. They started to brall while continuing the conversation.
"Not necessarily a teacher; but a partner of sorts." Natsou swerled his leg low and swept izukus legs out from under him. Making him slam to the ground on his back. Natsou put one foot on his chest, keeping him to the ground. "Think you need some martial arts lessons. Would definitely help you a lot."
He got off and helped izuku up. He did it with alarming ease. Once he was up he put a hand on izuku shoulder.
"You dont have to say yes but i would like to keep contact with you. Its not everyday i meet another quirkless vigilante. I can help you in more ways than one. Just give it some thought, yeah?" Natsou asked.
Izuku paused then nodded. "I will consider it. Thank you." He bowed to Natsou and Natsou bowed to him.
They rose up again. "I can probably help you with your injuries if you want. And equipment."
Izuku considered it. He really did. He wrapped his arms around his stomach again. "Maybe another time about the face.... but, if you dont mind, would you please help me with some of my equipment? Somethings are bugy than others."
"Ofcourse! Come on. I think i have just what you need." Natsou led him downstairs to a door. The door led to the basement. It was dark until Natsou hit a switch from somewhere. The light revealed a whole basement full of weapons and other things to make them. Izukus jaw dropped under the helmet.
"You're gonna love this place Bunny boy."
A week later, izuku finally decided to return to his home and the dreadful school and the boring ass job. He hadn't gotten any calls or texts from his mom so the first thing he did was see if she was actually alive.
She was.
unfortunately.
When he entered the apartment she glanced at him then avoided eye contact. She just threw his school uniform at him and gestured for him to leave. No words were said between them. It was just silence.... it hurt izuku. A lot.
Either way, izuku got dressed in the ally and decided to drive the van to school. He put a plate that said it was in the process of getting a license plate along with some tabs he stole a few days earlier. He parked a block away just in case in the allyway. Then he hesitated.
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"The Definition of Izuku Midoria" (villian/vigilante)
Fanfiction(cover is mine) Izuku is quirkless. he's been fighting his whole life when he shouldn't have. he's always been alone....izuku struggles on who he is. a villain? a vigilante? a... hero? he doesn't know. nor does the people he's pissed off all over th...
