Reader X Fictional Characters

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Ignored Inheritance

Being the son of two pro heroes was difficult. Especially being the son of "Gang Orca" or his real name Kugo Sakamata. Your mom Alexandria Sakamata or her hero name being "Wavest." You both had your parents' quirks. You had your Dad's quirk Orcinus, which makes you have the attributes and abilities of an Orca. Including, your strength being increased, better senses, and you can even produce hyper sonic waves like your Dad could. This resulted in you having the same weakness as your Dad does. You have to make sure your skin stays hydrated, but that's where your mother's quirk comes in. Water control; meaning that you could control movements of water however you wanted. You could make a cup of water that had a flat surface, and turn it into a cup of water that had mini waves, sloshing around in the cup. You could also control water vapor and temperatures, which you could use to moisturize your skin regularly so you would never need to bring a water bottle along with you which was what your Dad had to do.

You wanted to become a pro hero so you could impress your parents, and so you could make the world a better place. Your parents told you that you don't have to become a pro hero just to impress them as they loved you, pro hero or not. You worked very hard to get up to this point, you were leaving for U.A. and both of your parents were so proud of you. They both gave you hugs and gave you some words of advice before you left your house and headed straight for the school bus along with your backpack.

You were worried about going to this school for many reasons. The first reason being general anxiety; were you going to survive the school year? Were you going to make any friends? How were people going to react to your apparence? This led to problem number two, your appearance and reputation. You looked all most exactly like Gang Orca, you got the red eyes, big height, sharp teeth, and rubbery skin. The only difference was that the white pattern that was around your eyes were in a different shape compared to Gang Orca's. Many people mistook you for Gang Orca when you were out in public, and you couldn't blame them when you both look alike. Your reputation is kind of poor, you had like one good friend from your childhood, but that's about it. You don't have many friends due to you intimidating appearance. Your Dad had recognized this and gushed out tears one night when being comforted by his wife. You told your Dad that you would try and get through it on your own and not to worry for you. Your Dad declined and gave you a hug, saying that what kind of father would he be if he wasn't there for you. This resulted to a smile appearing on your face. Your Dad was really one of the most caring and kind hearted person you have ever known.

You stood in front of the U.A. building with confidence beaming off your person. This was it, your time to shine. Hopefully you could get along with your classmates, and make your way to becoming a pro hero like your mother and father. Someone then bumped into you, and you turned around to find out that it was a teenager boy, who looked to be 15 years old. You were 16 years old, but your estimate on his age was just a guess. He had green hair that was poofed up all over his head. He seemed to never stylize his hair, strange child.

The child looked up at you in bewilderment and you couldn't tell if he was afraid or amazed? No, he looked shocked.

"Oh my gosh, Gang Orca!!" The child exclaimed.

He got up on his feet bowed profusly to you along with a journal in his hand, "Can I have your autograph!?"

Your voice emitted a deep chuckle that was slightly close to your fathers, "Sorry kid, your talking about my Dad. I'm his son Y/N Sakamata."

The boy seemed a little shocked for a moment, but still seemed to panic. "Oh my, I'm so sorry! It must be awesome being the son of two pro heroes!"

You scratched the side of your head in embarrassment. You took your side-head scratching, after your father, which he tended to do a lot showing he was thinking, confused, or was merely just an addiction he had.