*it was early morning. The sun was up, people like inko were getting ready for work, and others like nemuri were taking a day off to morn. And then there's others like izuku, who were currently dreaming*
Izuku's dream
* We see him inside a castle, sitting on top of an iron throne, made out of the swords of the people Izuku has beasted in battle*
* He was currently looking down with a smug smirk. As his soldiers brought him, his most recent targets*
Izuku: Ah, yes. Katsuki of house of bakugo. Oh, how I've waited for this day to come. Any last words, for your last fleeting moments of life?
Katsuki: Hey! Put on a happy face. Then everything's okay. Put on a happy face
*Katsuki sang out of nowhere as the world turned to black, and izuku woke up. Izuku opened his eyes and looked around. There was no castle to speak of. No iron throne, and worst of all. No bakugo chained up on his knees for him to execute*
Izuku's phone: Flip the switch Flip the stove World gone mad Let's start the show Get your kicks And let's go If you're sad, don't let it show
*Izuku grabbed his phone and turned off the alarm. He yawned and stretched until he heard a pop. He twisted his back until he heard another pop and got up*
Jarvis: Good morning, sir. Was it the Hamilton dream or the lord of rings dreams tonight?
Izuku: Neither. It was Game of Thrones. The strangest thing is that I've never watched the show.
*Izuku said as he stumbled through the workshop. He cursed loudly when he hit his toe on a counter. Jarvis didn't say anything about that. And continued the conversation*
Jarvis: Well, maybe you absorb information through cultural osmosis, Sir.
Izuku: could be. Or, more likely, I read all the books. Shame the author never got to finish it.
*Izuku said, talking absent-mindedly. He was thinking of those old books he found on a junkyard one day, a crying shame that someone would just throw away books like that. But it was izuku's gain. Speaking of izuku, he was taking out his thoughts when Jarvis spoke again*
Jarvis: Quite the shame. But nothing that can be done. Well, now, sir. I do believe it is time for your pre bath workout
Izuku: You're right. Thank you for the reminder
*Izuku said as he took off his pajamas and put on his workout clothes. Grabbing his phone and earphones, he was almost out the door. Before Jarvis spoke again, to recommend something*
Jarvis: My pleasure, Sir. I was programmed to please. And when you come back, would you like to test out the mark 2? Make sure all systems are functional before you leave for the USJ?
Izuku: Hmm. Well, it would be better if I tested out now and don't suffer and be embarrassed if it doesn't work. So yes. Have everything ready, for when I return
*Izuku said as he closed the door and put on his earphones, hitting random on his workout playlist. He was about to enjoy a run when a call stopped him. He looked around, and when he was sure that no one was looking, izuku dropped the fake smile and frowned deeply, seeing who was calling him. But he leaned against the door and answered.*
Izuku: Mrs. Bakugo. How the fuck did you get this number?
Mitsuki: first of all, if you ever curse on me again....
*Mitsuki started to say. Her tone extremely angry that her nephew would speak to her, in such a disrespectful manner. But Izuku gave no shits about her, so he interrupted and spoke over her*
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the new Ironman
Fanfiction"you can't, you can't, you can't " izuku has heard that every single day from everyone, from his classmates, to his former friend, to his teachers, from even his own mother. but all of them are gonna learn something, the definition of the human spir...
