Shortly after the match, Izuku returned to the balcony, plopping down into a seat between Iida and Torodoki with a sigh. Instantly, everyone nudged away, glancing at him with looks of terror and panic.
The three chatted away–in a way that only seemed abnormal to others: Iida drilled Izuku with various questions, while Todoroki answered them instead. Occasionally, Izuku would interject to state something in his casually 'dead inside' voice.
Whipping out his notebook as soon as the next matches started, Izuku began muttering at high-speed, furiously scribbling notes like his life depended on it. A few words could be caught–something about the contestants' weaknesses and tactical exploitation. The class edged further away from him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! I SEE SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS ISN'T HALF BAD!!!" A voice from the other side of the wall said.
Izuku gave a bored side glance, and observed a crazy looking blond hanging over the wall with a creepy grin. The deranged boy cackled once more, swinging his arms in a highly unnatural way. "Most of you stuck up Class-A students are too small to be bothered with us 'lowly' Class-B's! But you... oh you... YOU ARE SADISTIC AND CRUEL, JUST LIKE ME!!" The blond screeched.
Izuku stared.
The blond stared back.
Amidst the thick tension, Momo began to make a dog whistle, while Ojiro got ready to bolt. The class kept their eyes glued to the scene, closely watching. The class' resident gremlin was, after all, unpredictable.
Finally, after a long few seconds, Izuku stood. A few of his classmates gasped as he walked over to the blond.
Izuku put out his hand, offering it to the blond. The blond accepted, shaking it with respect. "Midoriya Izuku." Izuku introduced himself. "Monoma Neito" The boy responded.
"Here's my number. Let's plot something evil sometime." Izuku held out a small slip of paper, and Monoma grasped it, returning the other boy's smirk.
Now properly terrified at the implications of Izuku having a partner in crime, the class blanched. Iida began quietly sobbing, pulling out a calculator to estimate potential damages. Tokoyami began to chant in some odd ritual, but no one interfered–maybe the occult fanatic could help them, if God wouldn't. The now newly-christened evil pair giggled, confirming Class 1-A's suspicions.
"AAHAHAHHHHAHHA-"
"AHAHAHAHAHAA"
"AHAHAHAHAHA–"
CRACK.
Monoma suddenly choked, his cackling abruptly cut off as he went limp. Everyone watched with morbid fascination as his body was slowly pulled back over the wall, and there was a brief moment before an orange-haired girl popped up over the wall. "Sorry about him!" She apologized, grinning, and quickly disappeared.
Everyone quietly stared at the wall. Finally, Tokoyami screeched, "PRAISE SATAN!"
It was intermission, and Izuku was roaming the halls aimlessly.
"Ah! Young Midoriya! Just the man I was looking for!" All Might laughed heartily as he popped out of a trash can, ambushing Izuku.
Izuku narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, All Might?" He spat, obvious spite in his voice.
'What's with this kid? Shouldn't he be excited to see the Number 1 Hero? I feel like I know him from somewhere, though...' All Might thought, before pushing aside his musings, a bright smile returning to his face. "Well, Young Midoriya, I've noticed you're a strong individual–dare I say, the strongest of your class! This is why... I believe you are worthy of inheriting my power!" All Might spread his arms wide, his huge body taking up the entire hallway. "You'd be the successor to the Symbol of Peace! The next Number 1! So, Young Midoriya," All Might came to the end of his speech, holding out a hand to Izuku. "Will you inherit my quirk, One for All?"
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Primal Instinct Izuku
FanfictionEveryone thinks Izuku is quirkless... even himself. When All Might crushes Izuku's dreams of becoming a hero, Izuku shuts himself into his house for a year, and emerges with a newfound quirk, a lesson in confidence, and a powerful body. His quirk, P...
