One against All

Chapter 5

Him and Hatsume became friends not long after that. Him, the quirkless freak, having a friend felt so foreign. She started to have him test out her inventions, even helping him clear out the beach and fine tune his own tinkering skills.

It was fun.

With her help, the beach was cleaned by the next month, leaving him with more time on his hands. Hastume took advantage of that and pulled him everywhere with her during the day. Gathering supplies one one side of town, and tinkering in her homeade lab, to talking nonsense that only they would understand of analysis and complex equations.

He got to fixing up both pairs of shoes. The bright red sneakers were given metal plating to pack a greater punch when he kicked something, also stocked with shock absorbent soles. His black pair was given the same thing, as well as a knife for each, hidden on the side facing each foot. Both pairs are also able to turn into rollerblades by stomping three times in succession.

Not only that, but he was able to start designing a practical hero suit. Hastume suggested to be an underground hero, and he ended up agreeing with that. Yeah, it would be nice to show that a quirkless person could be a hero aswell, just having people think you have a quirk is better in the long run.

Maybe even watching them try to guess is also a reason. It would certainly be entertaining.

One invention of his is a burner phone that he found disguarded in a trash bin. He tweaked it to assist him with hacking things, changing the entire function of it to have the device only assist with digital or electronic things based on a series of numbers a code. Something he's pretty proud of.

He can even view cameras no problem, attaching it to a small screen he crafted just for it allows him to filter through cameras and view them at top quality. Well, as well as it could depending on camera quality.

There's a few others that he'd finished, an earpiece set meant for long distance communication. It can be set to more devices, but if the signal is cut, an alarm on the side that isn't cut would be sent. A retractable staff is another thing he made, having tazing capabilities, being able to split into two pieces, and also able to have blades exit on each side. Oh. And the fact that he made a capture weapon similar to Eraserhead's, but these ones are wrapped on his arms.

Since everything had been caught up with, except the fact that Izuku got a raise at the cat cafe, the story shall continue.

Izuku was skating freely down the bustling sidewalks, slipping and dodging between people expertly. No one bothered to give him a second look as he hummed a tune stuck in his head. His black shoes were left at home, him finding it a good idea to leave them in his room during the day.

You think he's dumb enough to leave them at the front door where his mother can find them? No fucking way.

His mind wandered as he contemplated what to do, his shift was over, and the school day seemed to be aswell. Seeing as there's a larger amount of people that he has to avoid.

An answer came to him in a swift flurry of thoughts as his eyes widened. His daze was forgotten as he veered to the left and onto the road.

There was a woman and her child, crossing the road, with a vehicle barreling their way. From the speed of the vehicle, they wouldn't make it to the other side.

He bent lower as he kicked off the asfalt to prevent more wind dragging at his loose fitting clothes. The capture weapon on both arms were loosened from a tug on each side. Allowing the fabric to fly through the air, he let his practice with the capture weapon control his movements.

His arms swung out and the fabric grabbed a hold of both the mother and child. He yanked them towards him as his body moved to the other side of the road. Once they were right next to him, he held them close and kept his grip tight.

Unable to fix his footing as the other side of the road came into the view, he positioned it so he took the brunt of the fall. Falling onto the sidewalk, back first, knocked the air out of him, a sharp intake of air as his body slid.

A hiss left his mouth once they stopped, pain blossoming on his left side. He ignored it and lightly pushed the two females off him, untangling then from the capture weapon.

"Are you okay?" He asks the two of them, a crowd forming around them.

The panicked face of the woman locked onto his viridian specs, pink ones staring back at him. Her daughter swiftly curled into her once being released. But her eyes trailed to his left arm, widening a smidge.

"I'm fine" her voice wavered, shaky and unstable with the promise of crying soon, "but are you, yo-you're bleeding"

His gaze followed to his left arm, and he lifted it, finding a large scrape. He flexed his arm and moved it around, making sure nothing was broken. At being certain, a nod came from him, "yeah, I'm good, just a scrape"

He brought himself to his feet after touching a button on the side of his shoes to turn them back to normal. His right arm was offered to help the woman up, capture weapon hanging limply on that arm, while the other was disguarded on the ground. She took the hand and was pulled up, her daughter in her arms.

"Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done if something happened to Himi" the thanks was so sincere and surprised him, having him blink twice before coming up with an answer.

A smile split his face, bright as a sun, "no problem, I couldn't live with myself if someone was hurt when I could do something" he wrapped the capture weapon on his right arm, grabbing the one disguarded on the floor and stuffing it into the small bag on his back. Thank god nothing but a few notebooks were in there.

He also fished out bandages for his arm, waving the woman and her daughter off before heading to the beach. On the way he patched up his arm. Totally not while he skated. That would be dangerous, why would he do that?

Totally not for fun. That would be reckless.
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Published: Oct. 6, 2020

Here's Izuku's ref sheet. "Vig" outfit is first then the hero outfit.

Damn I kinda hate how I did his face. Whatever.