I Dont Need A Quirk To Kick Your Ass (male reader x mha)

finally some action

Hey lads, sorry for this, but I've revised this chapter. Certain parts would have clashed with other details later down the line, not to mention I felt like it was just a filler chapter. Most of it is the same, apart from the final few segments. I'm truly sorry for everyone who had left a comment on the last chapter, but I was really written into a corner.

- Blazkobitch
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Slouching through the door of classroom 1-A, midoriya sauntered over to her seat. Her visit to the nurse's office the day before left her worse for wear. That wasn't to say she didn't help, though. It was that her quirk worked a little too well. It used the body's stockpiled energy to rapidly repair tissue but at the cost of major fatigue. She had slept like a log last night at least.

Slumping down into her seat, her attention went to the back of the class where y/n's should have been seated. He fought tooth and nail with iida to sit back there so he could sketch stick figure wars in privacy, but iida saw right through his flimsy excuses.

Eventually they settled on a truce: Momo yaoyarozu, one of the few 'recommendation' students was to keep an eye on him, seeing as her seat was to his left. His seat was currently empty, the students around not aware in the slightest. That was, of course, except for yaoyarozu, who kept glancing to her side. Although, she might very well have just have been looking at the half and half haired boy one seat across. He was another recommendation student if she remembered correctly.

Sighing, izumi's head slumped against her desk in an effort to regain some energy. As the conversations of the student body around her began to grow fuzzy, her eyes quickly started to droop. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she had closed them, a loud presence made itself known above her.

???: "Hey bro, that was some neat ass quirk you used the other day. Names kirishima eijiro! Nice to meet ya' !"

Looking up, izumi was met with the fiery eyes of the red-headed, razor toothed guy from before. His hair stood terribly straight atop his head and looked far thicker than the average person's, very similar in texture to a smooth block of stone.

Sitting up straight, izumi reacted with newfound energy.

Izumi: "o-oh, hi Kirishima-san! My name's Midoriya Izumi! It's nice to meet you!"

Waving his hands nervously, a look of embarrassment crossed kirishima's face.

Kirishima: "woah dude, chill. Kirishima's just fine. We don't need another 'Iida' in our class. Oh, some of the others wanted to say hi as well..."

Sticking one hand in his pocket, he waved in his posse. Hopping over was at least half the class, all crowding around the table while Midoriya leaned back in fear.

Black hair: "dude! Sero's the name! Real quick: That quirk out there was freakin' awesome! What is it, like some sort of super strength or something?"

Midoriya: "S-something like that..."

A large hand slammed down against the table, belonging to an equally large student.

Large lips: "What's up, little dude! My name's Rikido Sato....do you like candy?"

Holding up an assortment of multi-coloured lollipops, Sato's smile was larger than his mouth. Smiling nervously, Midoriya declined, taking any, stating she was still a bit sick from the day before. The lights going out next took captured all their attention as a singular spotlight shone in the middle of the room. Standing there was the blonde boy Midoriya had met after first splitting up with y/n during the entrance exam. His pose held an air of flamboyance as sparkles of glitter seemed to radiate off of him.