Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Starting off, Age, as per site rules all characters that will be depicted in even the slightest sexual manor are 18+. Story wise hero courses are now a college thing rather than high school and all characters where it is relevant were born three-four years earlier, in some cases even earlier. *For the purpsoses of not wanting write 'women 18 and older' on an excessive basis, the word woman will assume that the person is 18 years old or older.

This story will contain , Gender Bending, Characters From Other Series, Other Tags? not sure yet.

• , will be major, though may happen less and less as the series continues.
• Gender Bending, will be major, however will happen via story means as to minimize how jarring it is, were characters to just be female out the gate.
• Characters From Other Series, will be major, this is happening simply to assist in padding out the classrooms later on, and cuz fuck it why not? (I warn you now as to make it less jarring later) [I will typically be choosing from RWBY, Marvel, DC, and other series where characters have innate abilities, though these will be the main three as I know them better.] {P.S. is there an actual tag for this?}

You are Izuku Midoriya, a scraggly green haired, green eyed young man. You are 5 feet 4½ inches tall eighteen years old and generally look average. The only thing that is out of the ordinary for you is that you have nothing that you can call ‘extraordinary’, unlike eighty percent of the world you are quirkless. Possessing no super powers of any kind from a young age made you the target of many of the other kids bullying, the worst offender being Katsuki Bakugou, someone you used to call ‘friend’.

Yesterday however, you realized that he was never your friend, he was your bully, your tormentor. It was the worst day of your life, first Bakugou burns your Hero notebook, then he throws it out the window, where it landed in a koi fish pond and finally he tells you to “Jump off the roof, maybe you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life!” all the while smiling like he was enjoying every second of it. He wants to be a hero and yet here he was, attacking those who needed heroes the most. A few hours after this, having grabbed your soaking notebook and making your way home, you were attacked by a villain with a sludge quirk. Unable to breath from the sludge villain suffocating you, you pass out, though not before you can feel yourself breathe again and you think you can see All Might.

When you came to, you saw All Might standing above you, trying to make sure you were okay. Flustered by the fact that you finally got to meet your idol, you began to back away and then tried to get him to give you an autograph only to find he had already done so. Once it became clear he was about to fly away, you grabbed onto his leg just as he jumped, you had such an important question to ask him, you needed it to be answered. After All Might realized that you were on his leg and that you weren’t going to be able to get down safely on your own, he found a landing spot and made his way to it. Successfully landing on a rooftop, he scolded you lightly for doing something so reckless and began to stretch for another jump while he told you how to get down. Noticing that he was about to leave again, you decided to ask your question, “Is it possible for someone without a quirk, to be a hero like you!?” Flustered and unsteady with each word, you closed your eyes in anticipation for whatever his response would be, with how much you knew about him, you knew he was going to give you the right answer.

Before he could answer you though, he was covered in smoke, by the time you had opened your eyes, some of the smoke had dissipated and standing within was a skeleton of a man. Having had what was clearly the normal reaction to what just happened based on All Might’s, he sat down and told you that he was the real All Might. Showing you his injury, he told you about the fight he’d had six years ago and the near fatal injury he'd recieved. Not going too much into the details of what happened he simply told you that he tried to keep it under wraps and told you about the dangers that heroes face, then answered your question, “Can you be a hero? Not without a quirk.” No shred of sarcasm or joking was in his voice when All Might said that, clearly wanting to pick you back up off of rock bottom, he continued, “There are plenty of jobs out there that don’t require you to have a quirk, like a police officer, if you still want to go down the protect and serve route.” With that he got up, excused himself and left to turn in the sludge villain.

You were heartbroken, your world was shattered like glass and pounded into sand. The dream you had since you could remember was gone, like dust in the wind. After standing there for what felt like an eternity, auto -pilot kicked in and you made your way to the exit, beginning your apathetic march back home.

The entire time you were walking home you felt numb, as though you were just a passenger in someone else's body. Knowing more than ever before that your dream was simply impossible, you tried your best to make yourself feel better, telling yourself things like, ‘Deep down you always knew. That’s why you tried so hard to deny it.’ and ‘I can still help people, just not the way I had wanted to.’ Before any of the words you told yourself could sink in and even attempt to make you feel better, you heard an explosion from across the street.

Going over to investigate you quickly found out that the villain responsible for all of this, was the very same villain who had attacked you earlier that day. You quickly began to blame yourself, All Might had the villain before he jumped, but after he shrunk, the villain was gone. Blame, regret and self-loathing quickly began to eat away at you, it attacked like a flu and you felt as though you were the flu, not to yourself, but to the society around you. This was only made worse by the fact that you had realized the villain had a hostage. After a short time, the crowd started wondering where All Might was, he was reported to be pursuing the villain after all. Some of the crowd began talking about how the heroes that were here, were doing nothing, just standing there like they had just met their match. All of this only reinforced the blame you had placed on yourself, your stomach had begun to churn and you covered your mouth not knowing if you were going to throw up or pass out. Looking straight at the villain, you had seen the hostage, their mouth and nose cover by the sludge villains, their explosion of blonde hair only being drenched in more sludge with each second, the same school uniform as your own, and the intense fear in their crimson eyes that screamed without words ‘help me’.

[If you wish to write your own branch and would like to split from here, you have my blessing, just inform people so it’s not jarring. I could end it here and just make another chapter, but I’d rather get the power discovered first.]

Your feet were moving before you could even understand why you felt the wind flowing through your hair. Even though it was your feet that were moving, with the amount of panic and fear swirling inside you, there was nothing that you could do to stop them. Rushing past the police and the heroes, each word they shouted going in one ear and out the other, you kept moving forward. When the villain realized that you were coming he had begun raising what looked like his right arm, before he could swing though, you remembered the notes you took of Kamui Woods on page twenty-five of your ashened and soggy notebook, throwing your book bag at the villain. Having hit the villain in the eyes, you quikly closed the distance and started clawing away at the sludge to no avail. Before you could have even realized you saw the sludge villain’s left arm coming to hit you, bracing for impact, you had closed your eyes and when it was just a few feet from your head, you felt a gust of wind.

When you had opened your eyes to see if you were dead or not, you saw All Might holding back the attack. “I really am pathetic,” he said clearly angry with himself that he, the symbol of peace, couldn’t have stopped this sooner, you were awestruck by his presence once again. “I told you the traits to make a great champion, but I see now that I wasn’t living up to my own ideal.” he said, clearly directing the words to you, he then grabbed your and bakugou’s arms with his left hand and swung at the villain with detroit smash from the right. With such a powerful gust of wind, you and bakugou flowed through the wind like flags in a storm, the intense pressure forcing you to pass out before you could hear the rest of All Might’s words.

After coming to, the paramedic’s quickly ran a few tests and asked a few questions to make sure you were okay, once finished they moved onto the next injured individual. Their presences were quickly replaced by some of the heroes who quickly proceeded to scold you for doing something so reckless. Their words hurt, but their words weren’t the ones you were concerned with, “Man you're tough kid and that quirk is something else!” a hero said to bakugou, praise and enthusiasm mixed throughout his voice, “When you want to go pro, head over to my agency first, I’d love for you to be my sidekick while you're training-” Those were the words that echoed through your head, the words that made so many pieces of your mind quake with anger, the words that made several strings in your mind snap.

“No!” you shouted at the pro praising bakugou, anger and annoyance oozing from your voice, “He does not deserve to be a hero!” Anyone who was speaking, was now silent, every word you spoke clearly audible to all around. “He is the reason there was a fire, anyone who got burnt has him to blame!” veins throughout your head and neck were as visible as cracks in the sidewalk, you continued your furious rant, “And that’s just what you know about him! He has bullied me my entire life! Ever since I can remember he has always been there to make my day worse!” You felt your voice crack, every word began to burn like your throat was on fire. “A hero protects people, not torment them!” Tears began to form around the corners of your eyes, another truth you had known for so long but just refused to see, was now clear as day, “He made your job as heroes harder and you want to praise him!? Encourage him!?” Feeling that your words were bouncing off of them, you looked around for someone to see reason, anyone who could understand where you were coming from. Eventually you stopped your search as your eyes landed on All Might, you could tell he heard your words, he knew where you were coming from, like he had been in your shoes once before. Even so, All Might looked at you with disappointment, like he had just lost something that he found precious. With the adrenaline of your rant fading, you sat down, defeated.

The heroes were a tangled mess after that, some saw where your point was and wanted to at least see if it was true, others brushed you off like the words you spoke were those of a spoilt child, not a single one sympathised with you, at least as far as you could tell. Few people came up to you after that and any words they spoke bounced off of you just as your's did the heroes earlier. When everything was wrapped up, you made your way home, the only distraction being the sunset on the horizon, beautiful as it was, you couldn’t enjoy any moment of it.

Waking up today you sat in your bed, going over yesterday’s events in your mind. Having gone straight to bed after getting home, you still had some time before your alarm clock would go off, so you decided to start the day off early. Hoping out of bed, you put on some pants and go to the bathroom to take your shower.

As you open up the door to the bathroom, you see your mother’s pajamas splayed out across the floor. Realizing this, you finally hear the shower running and instinctively look like a deer in headlights. When your eyes land on your mother you freeze, you stare at every inch of her smooth silky skin, from her thick long legs, her round voluptuous ass, to her large beautiful breasts which are covered by soap bubbles and her loose emerald hair. Even though she gace birth to you eighteen years ago, she didn't look a day over thirty. Your mother’s body has always turned you on and you just got the best look at it in your entire life. Sadly the moment didn’t last as you watched her face become full of embarrassment, you just looked at her thin sensual lips, her small petite nose and her jade eyes that were full of the same emotion as the rest of her face.

“Get out!” your mother screamed, not angry at you, just unable to take the embarrassment any longer.

“I’m sorry!” you say, covering your eyes with one hand and closing the door with the other, from the other side of the door, you say again, “I’m sorry!” After that you quickly get dressed for school, grab some toast and head out the door for school, one hour before it starts.

After that your days went back to normal for a while. You wake up, go through your morning routine, go to school, get bullied, go home, maybe peep on your mom, do chores, study and go to bed. Eventually you decided to get a gym membership, seeing as you had a lot more free time on your hands. Taking extensive training lessons so that even if you couldn't save others, you could at least save yourself. It was an agonizing nine months, but with the time came a bit of healing. The strings that had snapped so long ago finally felt fully healed, mostly at least. They felt out of place somehow, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Sitting in class, you were lost in thought as per usual, barely able to feel the presence of your fellow classmates, or the slightly crooked leg of your chair. Eventually you felt the strings in your mind slack, they were no longer taut, trying to hold up the weight of the world, you felt good, you felt free. It took nine long months, but you finally kicked off the rest of your dream that kept dragging you down every time you remembered you couldn’t achieve it. Shortly after feeling that weight lifted, you are called to the front to present your findings for a project on nature. You write your name, you present your findings and finish up with a smirk. After erasing the board you head back and take your seat. The teacher was about to call the next person when he looked at the blackboard, with your name still on it. You feel like such an idiot, especially since the teacher seems to be staring at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

Quickly hoping up you head back to the front of the class to erase your name, but before you can your teacher is on the ground. “Please forgive me!” he begged, directing the words to you, “I was unaware the blackboard in my classroom belonged to you! Worst of all I had your fellow classmates present write on it countless times without your permission!”

No words can properly describe just how baffled you are right now, you can certainly try to describe your confusion, but you would have a better time trying to find the meaning of life. “Huh.” is the only thing to come out of your mouth, high pitched as ever with a tone of pure unfiltered confusion. You turn to the rest of the class to try and see exactly what is going on, but if you thought you couldn’t describe your confusion before, you certainly weren't able to now.

The entire class was standing up and bowing their heads, “Please forgive us!” they all say, nearly in unison.

Standing there frozen, you scan the entire class room, waiting for someone to break character. “This has to be some kind of prank.” you thought to yourself, even your inner monolog sounded like its voice was cracking. But when your eyes land on Bakugou, you know there has to be something more to it, because he was also bowing his head in apology. “There is no way he would take part in a prank like this,” you thought, your confusion dying down slightly as you realize there is more going on, “Much as he loved torturing me, he wouldn’t apologize for anything.” you think to yourself. Your eyes then drift back to the culprit, the black board, with the kanji that spelled your name written at the top.

Deciding to test a theory, you grab an eraser and a piece of chalk. You ask the class, “Please look at the blackboard.” which they do, everyone of them with apologetic looks on their face, “Who’s blackboard it this?”

“Yours, Midoriya.” the entire class, including the teacher, says in unison.

Continuing your theory, you erase your name from the black board and ask again, “Whos blackboard is this?”

The entire class looks at you like you had just asked the most obvious question in the world. They all say some variation of, “The school’s.” or “Are you stupid?” or “Did you hit your head or something?”

Finally, we reach the end to this theory. Once again you write your name and ask, “Who’s blackboard is this?” you can’t tell if the emotion in your voice was excitement or embarrassment. You close your eyes in anticipation for the answer, convincing yourself in the last moment that this is a prank after all.

“Yours” the class says in unison, this time with confusion on their faces. Though not because they felt like something was off, no, because they felt that the answer was obvious, like it had always been that way.

Flabbergasted, you erase your name and take your seat. The class finished up a few minutes later, like nothing strange happened. Much like you did when your dream was crushed nine months ago, you begin heading home on auto-pilot, apathy nowhere to be found, in its place was curiosity and excitement.

[I edited a small amount of text during the time skip paragraph, so that it would allow me more flexability later on!]

[Simply because I want to let people split down their own paths with this story and not feel to put in chapter titles, I will be putting the 'chapter titles' down here now, just for those who are still curious. I will still make more names for chapters as I have found quickly that they help me keep an idea of what the chapter is about. I titled this chapter "Truths Seen".]