The Succesor (My Hero Academia)

The Time Izuku Nearly Gets Crushed

"Young Midoryia, are you sure you feel well enough to train today? You don't look good." I asked, narrowing my eyes. His face was flushed and his eyes seemed glazed.

"I'm fine."

I walked over and rested my hand on his shoulder. "You don't seem fine. We can take the day off. You've worked hard, and one day of missed training won't hurt."

"No." Midoriya shook his head. "I can do this."

Seeing that I wouldn't be getting through to him, I nodded and let him start his run. I kept a careful eye on him, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble. He didn't falter. At least, not until he started clearing trash away. Even at the distance I sat away from him, I could see him shake and tremble.

Midoriya pulled on a microwave, bringing it out of the pile and sending a fridge crashing towards him. In an instant I switched to my hero form and barreled to catch it. I sat the fridge down, shrunk, and coughed into my hand, trying to ignore the coppery taste in my mouth.

"Are you okay?!" Midoriya started fussing over me. I waved my hand and he shut up.

"I should be the one asking you that question. And don't you dare tell me that you're okay, because you were trembling long before that thing nearly crushed you."

"Just a cold, I've had worse."

"But you weren't training at that time."

He sighed. "Not like this, but I mean, you don't take days off when your sick. Even with your injury, you're still out there helping people. This is so much-" I let him ramble for a little while, taking it as a sign he didn't feel too bad.

"You really need to get that under control," I said. In an instant, he started apologizing. I held up my hand. "I'm not saying it to be mean or because I find it annoying, only because it could get you in trouble. If you're planning a route into a potential hotspot, all it takes is a villain with a hearing enhancement in order to get you killed."

"I guess that makes sense." Midoriya mumbled.

I nodded. "Heroes face a lot of danger, and my quirk offers more danger than most. I won't worry you with the details, you should never find yourself  in the same circumstances." I killed All for One, so Midoriya should never find himself in a fight that will leave him like me.

Apparently he took that as an opening to talk to me about my quirk. "What's the recoil on your quirk? Like how does your body handle of that power?"

I sighed. "Your guess is as good as mine. When it first manifested, I broke my arms and legs alot, hairline fractures mostly. Though my mentor seemed fond of the story where I broke my legs trying to get away from the man who would end up becoming my teacher."

"Maybe some part of it allows for your body to eventually handle the immense force generated when you hit something, or that's what your muscle form does. Is that an effect of your quirk? Could the holder before you do that?"

Blood sprayed from my mouth as that image came into my mind. "My boy, please never say that again. I do not need to picture her like that." I took a few steadying breaths, trying to calm down. "Do you feel well enough to continue? You can say no, your health comes first, young Midoriya."

"I can do it."

And so he did. He did the entire day's workout, even if it did leave him unable to walk from exhaustion. I knelt down and shook him lightly.

"Do you think you can walk or will I need to carry you?" I asked. He tried to force himself up. When he collapsed, he was met with my arms. "Carrying you it is. Think you can manage to hold on for a piggyback ride?"