Mahoraga Deku (Nah he'd adapt)

Chapter 12: Reunion

Izuku Midoriya. Lately known for existing, breathing (I think), being curious, adapting, and not sleeping, was currently doing all of the above.

The young teen was sitting in the common room of the dorm building he was used to by now with his laptop on the coffee table by the couch. Only that instead of being on the couch he was on the floor due to his height and the shortness of the small table. What was he doing? Simple he was researching like he had been for the past while ever since he got access to the internet. Heroes, events before and after his unfortunate journey started, and so forth. It was intoxicating for him to the most part since he had spent around a whole decade as a lab-rat. It definitely gave him a lot to go over.

To the point that he forgot about the time.

"Midoriya. You were supposed to be outside a minute ago. 20 minutes off your research time." Came the gruffy voice a typically tired Aizawa.

Izuku looked at the time and immediately closed the laptop and went to Aizawa, while bowing like a gas station inflatable in the middle of a breakdance. "SORRY SENSEI! I lost track of time!"

"I could tell. Now hurry up. Combat training isn't going to do itself."

Oh right. Combat training. For around a week Izuku had now been doing combat training. This was apart of - from what he was told - a special program for him that essentially catered for his hero training in order to get accepted into UA instead of needing to do the entrance exams. Izuku had spent the first time getting hit like a wall receiving a strong wind since he didn't want to hit Aizawa and Aizawa couldn't exactly topple him. After that though it was all about needing to land a hit on an evading Aizawa for the sake of combat techniques. And for today Izuku had an idea.

"3, 2, 1... GO!" Went Aizawa.

Before the poor pro hero could even process his thoughts, Izuku had grown an arm blade from the one forearm and cleaved the entirety of his other arm off by the shoulder, and then threw it at Aizawa.

The hero dodged. The move was unorthodox, he could give Izuku that but it was still easy to eva-

slap

and the next thing he knew. A strong slap cut him off. He looked to his left, which was where it came from... He saw the same arm Izuku threw in the position of giving a slap before it fell down.

He looked at Izuku who was casual about it. His arm grew back and he gave a thumbs up with it.

But something was off and he had to make completely sure that it wasn't a sign of something bad.

"Aizawa. What's wrong?"

"That's what I'm going to find out."

Izuku was weirded out. Aizawa was dragging him to the infirmary for some reason. It wasn't like  he was hurt or ill.

They made it to the UA infirmary, where recovery girl was waiting.

"Aizawa. Are you one hundred percent sure?" asked Recovery girl seriously

"YES! Now get him checked up."

"Wait what's wrong?" Asked Izuku who was led to a chair to sit on. Recovery girl using some different things to move around and to reach his height.

"Midoriya. Don't tell me you didn't notice."

"Notice what Aizawa Sensei?"

"Your blood. When you cleaved your arm off it was just bright red blood. No pressure as it came out. Usually arterial bleeding would take place and the blood would be coming out like it was a squirt gun.