Dekuverse One shots and Drabbles

It's not my fault (BnhaxBleach)(P1)

(I do not own either My Hero Academia or Bleach or their characters, they both belong to their respective creators)

Notes: This one shot comes from another Fic of mine called The Hero From The Afterlife, where Izuku is the son of Aizen.
There are no ships here...

Izuku promises to all the high beings that it wasn't his fault -to even the soul king himself-, he was just a spectator. Well, maybe a spectator that fiddled with a thing or two but still.

But, being in the wrong crowd -Katsuki and Kaminari- and dubbed smart, by most, definitely didn't help his case. Oh yeah, and his parentage.

Incident 01
Narrators POV

Class 1-S has been instructed to train instructed to train their weak points in the 11's courtyard, every one of them has been given a personal syllabus of what they needed to work on. Some had to work on their general control in spiritual energy, some on their Kido, some on their genuine skill in utilizing their Zanpakutō, some on their efficiency in using either Kido spells or their Zanpakutō, and others were sparring.

Izuku was one of those who had to work on their control in spiritual energy, the vastness of it didn't help.

Sighing, Izuku looked at the syllabus given to him, he sweat dropped at the fact that most of it consisted of him training in controlling his spiritual energy, and Kido spells. A warning was also at the bottom of the syllabus.

*Remember: If your control of your spiritual energy falters, it may affect those around you, if so, then you will be facing severe punishments.

From your homeroom teacher,
Shota Aizawa*

Izuku understood well that he would be facing severe punishments if anything were to happen to anyone here just because of him. His main problem was that the school day lasted 9 hours long, and he would be training his control for 3 and a half hours, then lunch for an hour, then practice Kido for 2 and a half hours, the remaining time would be for practicing his skill and efficiency in utilizing his Zanpakutō.

This day was most definitely going to be grueling. Controlling his spiritual energy was somewhat of an Achilles hill of his. He was efficient, yes, but mistakes can still be made.

The Youth sighed as he walked towards a corner that wasn't being used.

An hour into training, he was somewhat getting somewhere. If somewhere was lowering one's usage of spiritual energy so much in doing the Hadō #31 Shakkaho to the point that it flickers away just one meter from you after you just projected it. He was starting to get more displeased at this.

'Fine, if I can't weaken it to a certain point that I want it to, then I'll strengthen it to where I want it.' Izuku thought in finality. He had a grin on his face that showed excessive amounts of exasperation.

"Hadō #31 Shakkaho." Izuku chanted the incantation as red concentrated spiritual energy started to gather in the palm of his hands.

He hadn't noticed that two other students', Jiro and Momo, sparring match went out of its barriers and Momo's Hadō accidentally hit somewhere near Izuku's corner, which startled him, forcing his aim to miss its intended target -which was a target dummy-.

A bright light consumed the entire courtyard as a loud explosion was heard. Everyone's ears were ringing, and all their sight was still obscured even after the light left, due to the dust cloud that came after. Rubble sprawled all around the area, and a straight path of destruction was right in front of Izuku.