MHA One-Shot Stories

Little Izuku and the League of Villians

Summary:

In a world where Midoriya Izuku does only one thing differently at the mall, he ends up being hit with a Quirk that leaves him in his seven year old body with no memories.

What happens when Shigaraki Tomura finds that Midoriya Izuku at the mall?

The League adopts a seven year old, duh.

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Notes:

I had this idea because, in canon, Shigaraki makes so many speeches that make genuine sense. At the USJ he's saying violence only breeds violence, and he wants the world to see that. During the Kamino Arc, he talks to Bakugo about oppression and discrimination, and I wanted to play with the idea of "what if he really meant those things?"

So here we are :)

Update: This is a LOT longer than I thought it was. It's a little long for a One-Shot, but it's a little late to change it :P Sorry about that!

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Name of the Author: ATiredAndDeadWriter
Name of the website: archiveofourown.org
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39234372?view_adult=true

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Izuku was having a good day until he very suddenly wasn't. The day at the mall with his class was supposed to be relaxing, productive, and social. However, he found himself alone, abandoned, and sighing.

Uraraka ran off so quickly, and he had no explanation from her as to why. She seemed embarrassed, maybe shy? Or maybe she just really needed that bug spray... Either way he was there, gripping the straps of his yellow backpack as he stood in the middle of a packed mall, by himself, like an idiot. Izuku started walking, because standing there like a weirdo wouldn't really achieve anything, and he did need those wrist weights after all; it's why he came in the first place.

Izuku walked briskly, dodging people as he wove through the crowd. He had no idea where that store was... Unfortunately, that meant Izuku didn't see the child until it was too late.

Stumbling as something collided with his legs, he immediately jumped back and scrambled to apologize. The child had bright pink hair and eyes, and the red haired and red eyed mother crouched down to examine her son as she sent Izuku a glare.

"I'm so sorry!" Izuku said again, wringing his hands anxiously. "I was looking for this store to buy my weights, they've been getting too light lately- what I mean is I totally didn't see him! That's not an excuse and I'm super sorry-" He cut himself off as his arms went numb, and he had to actually check to make sure it was still there. "What...?" There was no warning, his arm just suddenly felt as though it didn't exist at all.

"Mom, my Quirk. I didn't mean to." The child showed his hands to his mom, only one having a glove on it. Izuku nearly jumped at how quickly the mother stood and turned to face Izuku, panicking.

"I'm so sorry!" She said, mimicking Izuku's earlier statement. "My son got you with his quirk! Um, it's sort of complicated." Izuku couldn't feel his legs very well and he felt wobbly, as if he'd collapse. "When he touches people they mimic the age he is. He's nearly eight, right now." She winced. "It wears off! You'll be fine in about two... or three... or four days. But five is the max, I swear! Who can I call for you?"

Izuku tried to make his tongue work but his whole body was numb. He collapsed to his knees, and slowly his limbs started to tingle. It felt like pins and needles intensified by one hundred, and he gasped as it spread up his arms around his neck, down his waist to cover every inch of him. A sharp pain rang through his head and Izuku slumped, unconscious in front of the panicking mother-son duo.