Author note: Both of my university teachers are absent today, which means you all get an extra chapter today. Weak excuse to publish? Yup. Is anybody gonna complain about it? No? Fantastic. Let's get going.
*time had passed since we last saw these characters and school life remained normal, though a lot of time for class A and class B would have substitute teachers or professor ectoplasm would fill the spots of All-might, Aizawa, and the others, since they were busy trying to keep Japan running, as they've only been able to capture around 32% of the escaped prisoners, the rest are still out there creating chaos, or just hiding in the shadows, waiting to be forgotten. AFO was having a field day with his recruitment numbers increasing immensely, but none of that had to do with Izuku, so we're going to ignore the burning house that is Japan. We see Kyoka Jirou walking into Izuku's workshop and see him working on that suit of his. As always the speakers were playing music for the boy.*
Speakers: I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress. I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch a flight, it's gon' to be direct. We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women. And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
*The speakers spoke the songs of a man who defined the word hatred. Something that Izuku could relate to, as she continued welding the Mark-3 when he felt somebody touching his shoulder to get his attention. He looked and saw Kyoka there moving her lips, but no words came into Izuku's ears, since the speakers were blasting their music too loudly. Izuku grabbed the control and hit pause, before taking off his welding mask. Kyoka seeing that Izuku could finally hear her. Kyoka spoke again.*
Kyoka: Yo Midoriya, you called me over?
Izuku: I did your new suit is ready and I know you'll be thrilled with the results.
*Izuku said as he stood up and stretched, Kyoka noticed the bandages on Izuku's hands, but she didn't say anything about that, it wasn't her business. Izuku heard his bones pop and walked to where a large suitcase was sitting on the table, waiting for its users. Izuku grabbed it and gave it to Kyoka, who looked at it surprised since it was still rather early before the sports festival was to start.*
Kyoka: Really? I thought you said it would be done 1 week before the sports festival, but there's like a month or two before it starts.
Izuku: I aim to please, go on and try it on. You already know where the bathroom is.
*Izuku said as he walked back to his superhero suit and put back on his welding mask, he grabbed the controller and hit play on his music again.*
Speakers: How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he acts tough. You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs. Really crash somethin'
*Kyoka seeing that Izuku was back in his world, shrugged, grabbed the suitcase, and walked to the bathroom. Once there, she opened the suitcase and saw her new superhero suit. It was blue and orange headphones, for her head. A black, blue, and a little bit of orange jacket with amps on the jacket. Some type of controller that goes on her wrist, a pair of white and black gloves, and a belt with a small pouch on it big enough to fit her phone. Long black pants, with blue kneecaps protectors. And finally black and orange boots with amps inside the boots. Kyoka changed her school clothes and put on the outfit, before coming out, she walked to Izuku and hit pause on the music for him. Izuku took off his welding mask and looked at Kyoka with his ever-permanent smile on his face.*
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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...
