It was his last year of middle school, and Izuku was ecstatic. His class, equally so. The teacher was at the front of the class with a stack of papers. "It's your third year, so I should hand out these career forms. But," he tosses them into the air "I already know you all want to be heroes, so why bother?" Izuku raises an eyebrow at the blatant negligence while his classmates all show off borderline useless quirks for hero work.
Bakugo stands up on his desk to monologue, but Izuku simply tunes him out to reminisce about all the times over the years he pranked him. Izuku didn't want to get physical with Bakugo, and instead thought the best revenge was to become a hero and rub it in his face. But in the meantime, he used his newfound stealth and evasion skills to mess with him on a purely psychological level. His personal favorite has always been tying his shoes together while in class or the cafeteria or the hallways. Never failed to get a few snickers from the other students and a vulgar rant from his victim. There was also the time he picked his locker and stuffed it full of shaving cream, bad deodorant and some random leftover trash from the cafeteria. Good times. When the class finishes he packs up his things and is the first to leave.
This particular lesson was especially difficult, like his sensei was throwing everything he had at him, and he's pretty sure he's got bruises, sprains, and a few fractures in some places, but he persevered, he trained with everything he had in him, until it was finally over. Sweating and panting, he straightens himself up despite his body wanting to fall apart. "How did I do sensei?" Not seeing his mentor anywhere, he looks around the dojo. "Sensei?"
"Behind you."
Reacting on instinct, Izuku swings his foot out to attack, but it's caught in his mentor's grip. "You are tired and broken, but you still fight." He chuckles. "Good."
After having his leg released, Izuku looks up to his sensei and notices he is dressed in the full set of armor he was shown, complete with the Kuro Kabuto. "Sensei? What's this about?"
Behind the helmet, Oroku Saki's eyes take on a melancholic quality. He slowly removes the helmet, once again bearing his scarred face to the world. "In ancient tradition, a master would pass down one last thing, whether it be a lesson, a weapon, or even a simple refresher in common sense. But you are far greater than any student I have ever seen in my long lifetime, Izuku Midoriya. And so, I pass down to you, my legacy." Izuku shakily takes the helmet, eyes wide in awe. "Across the generations it has been forged, reforged and forged again, so that it will always suit its wearer. I hope one day, should your dreams be realized, that you will find such a blood stained relic worthy of your ambitions, and forge it, one last time. Do you accept?"
Teary eyed, Izuku nods with a genuine wide smile. "Yes sensei."
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The Shinobi Villain: Shredder
FanfictionIzuku is quirkless, but takes inspiration from the heroes with less conventional quirks and learns how to fight, but the death of his sensei disillusions him to the idea of heroes, and he decides to do things his own way.
