Izuku: The Quest of the Quirkless

Talks and a New Face

[Izuku POV]

"Mister Midoriya," Mr. Nezu greeted me before taking a drink of his tea. We were in his office and I sat right across from him. "I informed Aizawa of you staying here late in case he goes home early, which is never."

I nervously chuckled. I could feel the sweat rolling down my face.

"So... about that test...?"

"Ah! Of course that's what you thought was happening," Mr. Nezu said with a smile.

"Huh?"

Mr. Nezu set his tea on his desk and folded his hands- I mean, paws- in front of him.

"I haven't started it yet."

"Wha-... WHAT?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "WHY DID YOU-"

"Patience, Mister Midoriya," Mr. Nezu said calmly, pouring 2 glasses of tea. "I have my paws full with this school and creating your test isn't on my radar at the moment." Mr. Nezu handed me one of the glasses and smiled. I took it and took a sip to calm myself. It was green tea. "I probably won't create your test for quite awhile, but I promise that I will before the middle of the year."

I glanced at Mr. Nezu before staring at the floor.

"Why did you call me here?"

"I was just wondering if you were ok with Miss Yagi and Mister Bakugou being in your class," Mr. Nezu said, taking a sip of his tea.

My head shot up.

How did Mr. Nezu know about me, Izumi, and Bakugou knowing each other?!

"Um..." I glanced all around the room. "I... I don't like their attitudes, but..."

Mr. Nezu raised an eyebrow.

"I WANT TO PROVE TO THEM THAT THEY WERE WRONG ABOUT ME!" I shouted, tears in my eyes. "I WANT THEM TO SEE FIRSTHAND HOW WRONG THEY WERE ABOUT ME! SO I'LL ENDURE ALL OF THEIR HURTFUL WORDS AND ACTIONS JUST TO SEE THEIR EXPRESSIONS WHEN I BECOME A HERO!"

Mr. Nezu closed his eyes with a smile.

"That was quite the speech, Mister Midoriya. I'll keep them in Class 1-A, but we'll also keep a close eye on their behavior, is that acceptable?"

"Yeah." Mr. Nezu nodded.

"Now, after you finish your tea, you are free to leave," he told me, taking another sip.

I looked down at my glass to see that I haven't drank very much. I gulped down the rest of the tea and put it on Mr. Nezu's desk.

"IT WAS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CHECK ON ME! THANK YOU!"

"You don't have to be so loud, Mister Midoriya," Mr. Nezu told me which only made me slouch in embarrassment. I mumbled an apology and left. I passed by my classroom to check on Mr. Aizawa, but he wasn't there.

He must've gone home already or is on patrol.

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[Aizawa POV]

I sighed, staring at the giant idiot standing in front of me.

"I-"

"Quiet," I said sternly, raising my hand. He thankfully shut up. "I know why you're here, All Might."

The 'Symbol' sighed in relief.

"I'M GLAD TO KNOW THAT, AIZAWA," he said with a hand over his heart. "I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WERE ABLE TO TELL HIM-"

"What, exactly?" All Might looked confused.

"HUH?"

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, before I glared at the meathead in front of me.

"Should I really tell him that his idiotic father wants him back after barely acknowledging his presence, crushing his dreams, and helped push him to suicide?" All Might's eyes widened.

From his facial expression, he clearly didn't think about Izuku's feelings.

"I will have you know that I will never let you take Midoriya with you unless you are under supervision. Got that, Number 1?" I growled, my fist clenching in my pocket. All Might stared at me for a few seconds before nodding blankly. "Good." I walked away.

That big oaf makes my job seem a lot harder. Why did we even accept him as a teacher?! Anyway, Izuku's probably waiting for me at home unless Nezu wanted to toy with him. I'm concerned that Nezu has taken an interest in him, but I can't really do anything about it except yell at that rat. At least he isn't like that 'Symbol'.

I continued towards home.

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[Izuku POV]

BOOM!

"DANG IT!" I exclaimed as I wiped the ash and soot off my face.

I was behind Mr. Aizawa's apartment building and had just tried out another prototype of my gauntlet, but it literally blew up in my face when I turned it on.

"THAT DIDN'T WORK EITHER!" I crouched with my hand in my hair.

The sheer amount of power needed for these gauntlets to work always just blow up the material its made out of which would render them useless. How can I find the perfect material to protect my gauntlets from its own power? Maybe I can visit Power Loader and ask for some advice since he's a genius or maybe even Mr. Nezu if he has time but I bet he would never tell me even if he did know the perfect material! Why can't-

"Hello?"

I jumped to my feet and turned around to see a familiar woman with seafoam green hair and dark green eyes along with a small smile on her face. She was wearing a long black jacket over a plain white dress where the skirt ended at her ankles and light pale brown ankle boots.

"Sorry!" she giggled, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to scare you! Where's your guardian?"

I rubbed the back of my neck as my cheeks heated up slightly.

"My guardian is at work. He's probably going to come home late again," I explained, chuckling nervously.

I hope she doesn't pry or get suspicious like Mr. Aizawa's neighbors. Though, I guess it is reasonable to be suspicious of the man who has lived alone for years suddenly showing up with a random teenager out of nowhere with no explanation.

"Aizawa?" the woman questioned, her interest clearly caught, causing me to sweat. "Your guardian wouldn't happen to be Shota Aizawa, would he?"

My eyes widened in shock.

"H-how-"

"You've gotta be kidding me..."

I waved at Mr. Aizawa as he walked over, looking more tired than usual. The woman burst out laughing, holding her stomach and tears were in her eyes.

"You've always been such a sourpuss, Eraserhead!" she exclaimed, laughing. My eyes widened more.

How could she know that Mr. Aizawa was Eraserhead?! He's an underground hero and doesn't go into the spotlight! The only reason he would is if he had to talk about his class, which has never happened before. Is she a pro hero?! That could be the only reasonable explanation...

"Um... How do you two know each other...?" I asked, a nervous smile on my face. The woman had stopped laughing and grinned at me and then at Mr. Aizawa. He sighed and faced me.

"Fukukado, this is Izuku Midoriya, the Problem Child," Mr. Aizawa said gesturing to me. He stared at me for a second before saying, "Problem Child, this is Emi Fukukado, the pro hero, Ms. Joke."

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