The next days passed quikly. He was excited to meet Lunch Rush and mentally cuffed himself from pulling out his notebook to ask for an autograph and stop the line. One day, the media had breached the school grounds, which resulted in a mass panic, because of fucking course. Iida had noticed the problem pretty fast, that it wasn't a villain attack, but some overzealous reporters, and Izuku did his duty as a friend and crappy class prez and helped Iida become an Emergency sign to help people exit the building correctly, which resulted in his early retirement from the position as class president.
When he finally got home a few hours later, the first night he didn't have to deal with recovery sleep, he found his mother in bed.
"Mom, you OK?"
She threw him a smile, albeit a pained one."Sweety, I'm fine. But we got a gift basket from a company and the food is spoiled. I'll be good, but I'll stay home tomorrow."
„OK. Feel better" he prepared to close the door before asking „But what were you doing home early?"
„A client got violent and we had to call the police. They sent me and some other colleagues home. Guess this just isn't my day." She didn't eve bother to smile this time, only sighed tiredly and turned rubbed her temples.
„Is there anything I can do to help you?"
„No, I just want to sleep."
„OK, good night!" and he silently closed the door. Welp, he wouldn't be telling his mother about his day. Dad wasn't online, hadn't been for a few days now. Izuku was starting to get worried. He ate his supper in silence, scrolling through hero news before going to bed early for his standards, but horrendously late for everybody else.
While the teen was excited for the naxt day's field trip, he couldn't stop feeling like something was very, very wrong.
The atmosphere on the bus was bubbly and relaxed, a tad too loud for his teacher, if Aizawa's expression gave Izuku any clue. He wasn't really bothered, because for the first time since kindergarten, his colleagues were friendly. For the first time he didn't have to sit in the back of the bus and pretend he didn't hear the slurs and insults threw carelessly at his person.
„Your Quirk is oddly similar to All Migths" Asui said.
Oh, shit, oh, shit, what now. He scratched his head nervously and gave a sheepish smile „Really? I never noticed."
They talked about popularity polls and Izuku got to experience for the first time in his life what it was like to see someone bully Kacchan and stay in one piece. But it wasn't particularity mean, so he guessed it was OK.
They arrived at the training facility and Space Hero 13 explained to them how Quirks were neither good nor bad, they could hurt or do good depending on the user. Basically, a simplified version of his father's rants.
Suddenly, in the middle of the plaza, an Inky, black fog swirled and a few dozens of people got out. The man in the middle, who was probably thier leader if you judged by the large handmotions, the butler and the oh my shit, what the fuck is that?! Was tall, skinny, dressed in black, with a lot of hands strapped to his person, that made him look more like a duck than anything else.
He knew what they were long before any of his classmates said anyhting, before Aizawa decided to jump and protect them. Because there was only so much malice a person could give and it came out of those people in waves
Izuku watched as the villains got out of the warp gate, and filled up the plaza.
"Stay put, those are real villains! Thirteen, take the students and go. Kaminari, try to contact the school." Aizawa said as he put on his goggles.
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Stolen Chances
Random"You stole it, you stole it, give it back!" tears were streaming down the blonds cheeks. No, that couldn't be right, Kacchan was strong, he never cried. (But he did) Kacchan kept yelling, kept crying, but didn't get any closer. (He did, and you made...
