The Shogun

Chapter 3 : The Bad Day Part 2

Then

How long was Izuku out? He had no idea... But one thing was sure that whenever he went to sleep or whenever he lost consciousness (like now), he would dream the same dream every single time. His dream started the same way and ended in the same way. He was born with a quirk. His father didn't abandon him and his mother. Katsuki was his best friend who treated him as a friend and in the end, he would become a hero. It was the same every single time and when he wakes up from his sleep, he is filled with nothing but the sense of loathing and sadness.

Right now... he dreamt the same dream... but when he was halfway through the repeated scenario, he left a slight tapping on cheek, as if someone was touching him. The taps were quick but Izuku could clearly feel how much area of his cheek was being influenced, giving him a sense that whatever was tapping him, was very big. Seeing his dreamscape fade away... Izuku couldn't help but sigh a bit and he simply closes his eyes in order to connect back to his real pitiful self.

"-ey! Hey! Hello?", was the first thing Izuku heard as vision started to swim back in his eyes and his pupils dilated in order to take in as much light as possible. The green haired boy could only let out a groan as he felt the taste of the sewer still in his mouth as he heard a manly voice say, "Thank god! I was worried for a second!" and if he were to swear out loud, Izuku would have gotten a heart attack when his eyes zeroed on the man, who he remembered was All Might.

Izuku crawls backwards in shock as a yell comes out of his mouth. 'I WAS NOT DREAMING! IT'S REALLY ALL MIGHT!' was all Izuku could think as All Might raises his hand in reassurance and says, "I'm glad that you're ok! Sorry 'bout getting you caught up in my villain fighting. I don't usually make mistakes like this, but I was in high spirits on my day off in a new place", and he starts to let out a signature laugh. Izuku couldn't speak a word in awe.

"But, you were a big help, Thanks! I captured him safely", All Might exclaims as he shows the sentient sewage villain now trapped in two bottles. Still Izuku couldn't speak a word. Mixed feelings were swarming him like bees. On one hand, he was excited that he was coming face to face with the number one, but on the other hand, he was loathing himself. 'I was a big help? Please don't try to joke about this All Might.... I was everything but help... I'm nothing but a hindrance..' .

But before he could berate himself any further, the fanboy side of his personality took over his logical but somewhat cynical side of his and he couldn't help but start to gush over the number one. 'ALL MIGHT!!! HE IS THE REAL ONE.... HE IS DIFFERENT IN PERSON! OH RIGHT! AN AUTOGRAPH! WHERE SHOULD I...' Izuku thinks as he starts to look around, remembering his analysis book he had out when the sludge villain attacked. His eyes then quickly zeros in on the book which was sitting on the road beside him and he quickly opens it, only for the hero's autograph to be scribbled all over the double spread.

"HE ALREADY DID!" Izuku couldn't help but scream. The quirkless boy starts to bow towards the hero profusely in quick successions while saying, "Th-Thank you very much! It'll be an heirloom! A family treasure!" The hero doesn't say a word except for a thumbs up and then while patting at the bottles he had now stored in his pants, he says, "Well, I need to take this guy to the police. See you again on the other side of the screen!"

Izuku's eyes widened with disbelief and he asked, "Wait, already?" to which All Might replies, "Pros are constantly fighting enemies and time", and he starts squatting his legs, in order to warm up for his leap.

The green haired boy doesn't say anything but simply looks down on his red shoes. 'Oh... why did I think that he would listen to me? He is a pro hero... a number one at that... He has more important stuff to do rather than listen to problems of one quirkless kid' , Izuku simply berates himself and his eyes fall on the hero who was now bouncing on his legs as if he was a coil ready to be unwind. The green haired boy's hand reaches out for the hero, internally calling him out, 'Wait... There are still.... There are many things I want to ask...'