We, can BOTH be heroes! (MHA x JJBA)

"I- I can move!?"

Jonathan Joestar, mostly known as a well popular ex-jockey strolled down in his wheelchair, to a stable. He was 14, and even though the school year started, he was gonna try his hardest to pass the UA's Tests next year, and become a pro hero.

"I can't do it, why am I forcing myself-" A loud sound was heard in an old, abandoned junkyard, which caused Johnny to fall out of his wheelchair. Despite his legs being immovable, (by him, at least) his upper body was pretty strong, and he climbed to the chair, and strolled to the junkyard, seeing a blonde guy, slightly older than him, throw a metal ball, destroying even cars with a few throws. "Let me guess, your quirk is something like strong hands, or?"

The other male was silent, he just kept training. Johnny yelled. "Hey, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" The blonde was distracted, and his ball didn't ricochet off of the target, but fell on the ground. Johnny picked it up, as a sudden jolt moved to his legs, He could actually feel them, at least for a few seconds. "Wh- what!?" Johnny yelled, before his legs going back to their crippled state. "How did my legs move?" He asked, Not getting an answer, he yelled. "Hey, JACKASS! How did my legs move!?

"The biggest cause of death is getting stung by a mosquito that has a disease, the next is getting kicked by an animal, or a person to death. You wanna change the ranking?" The long haired blonde asked. "Your legs moving was nothing but a reflex. Got it ki-" He was interrupted. "REFLEX, MY ASS. MY LEGS HAVEN'T MOVED IN YEARS. You know what? I could move my legs when I touched that steel ball you have on you." He strolled, bouncing off a rock and falling, but was in the range to touch it, right until. "No." The stranger touched his and, causing him to fly off for a few minutes, like a spinning rocket, before plummeting to the ground. "I beg you... Please. Teach me, I'll pay you. I'll do anything for that feeling agai-" He was interrupted, this time. "I don't want payment, though you're gonna earn it. See that pile of used cars, and scrap? Climb it. I've gotta compliment you though, you're pretty strong. At least your upper body is, kid." The long haired boy pointed at a small mountain of sharp metal, at least 250 metres in height.

All Johnny could think off was. "How the hell am I gonna climb with my lame ass legs!?" But he was determined. He was going to climb it, even if it was gonna be the death of him. He started grabbing the scraps, but falling several times.

"Yo, ya need the help with that?" The blond asked. "The name's Gyro, by the way. You?" Johnny answered. "The name is Jonathan Joestar, and I swear, if you try to prevent me from this, I'll fire a nail bullet through my skull." He answered, his body being bruised, cut, and bloodied.

"Nail bullet, as in a screw, or as in finger nail?" Gyro asked, seemingly ignoring the injuries.

"Second." Johnny said, as he kept falling, and falling. His phone fell out, but Gyro caught it. He inserted his phone number into it, saying. "It's getting dark, when you get there, call me." And then he left.

Johnny was all alone, but still as determined.

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Will Johnny get on top of the scrap mountain? Will he ever walk again? And will he get to UA?

Find all of that out, on the next chapter of this fanfiction!