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That Time Deku's Eyes Changed Color Which Sparked A Conversation About Quirk Supremacy and Other Miscellaneous Subjects

Summary:

“Okay, new system.” Tokoyami says. “What if we got rid of all the quirk classification in general and just let people use their quirks how they want as long as they don’t hurt people?”

“Then we wouldn’t have careers.” Todoroki said.

“We aren’t arresting grandmas on the street for using light telekinesis or moms healing their kid’s bruises, we’re arresting criminal acts committed with quirks.” Midoriya said.

“Yeah but we have permission to use our quirks to stop said criminals- If we gave everyone permission to use quirks as they seem fit, then what would be the point of the police and hero system?” Iida pointed out.

“Okay, then let’s just go into police work. The police are now heroes- but then what about heroes who have a look and rapport with the public? Or merch lines? Or who fair better in non combative situations?” Midoriya argued.

“Don’t Americans have something like that?”

“I don’t trust american cops or heroes,” Bakugou gruffled. “They kill a disproportionate amount of mutants every year.”

“True dat.” Iida said.

“How did Midoriya going blind put us on the topic of quirk supremacy?” Kouda signed.

"He's not blind, dicknips!"

Notes:

This was written in protest of Studio Bones in BNHA season six not making Deku's pupils white. And also their poor treatment of the manga in general.

This fic is a little chaotic and crowded because there's 13 boys discussing stupid shit in one room. I tried to base it on how actual conversations in my Labs go. We always start out with something serious and it ends up with some completely unrelated subject like the cheese caves in Kansas City.

(See the end of the work for more notes and other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

“Good morning, Midoriya,”

Midoriya let out a tired half wave in response to Iida's greeting, grabbing his toothbrush from his cubby and joining the line of students going about their morning routine. He splashed water on his face, making his curls stick to his forehead. 

It was then when Ojirou realized exactly what was different about his classmate.

“Whoa, Midoriya! Did you do something to your eyes?”

Blinking and still crusted with sleep, Midoriya cocked his head in confusion. “Huh?”

“They’re like… Cloudy?”

“Eh?!” Suddenly much more awake, Midoriya frantically looked in the mirror and gasped when he saw his mutilated pupils. Pure white, a sharp contrast against his already-huge dark green irises.

“Oh god,” He peeled back his eyelid a bit like it would help with anything.

Kaminari caught wind of the commotion and stuck his head between Midoriya and the mirror to get a good look. “What the heck-“

“Are you blind?” Tokoyami asked bluntly.

“Clearly he isn’t , dicknips. He’s looking at himself in the mirror right now.” Bakugou glared. 

“Bakugou! Do not call your classmates dicknips!” Iida scolded.

Satou worriedly looked up from where he was shaving his beard. “This isn’t some sort of prank you’re pulling on us, right Midoriya?”

“Where would I even get contact lenses?” Midoriya said. “Plus, the pupil is how the eye receives light. Even if I was wearing some sort of contact that covered the pupil, I still wouldn’t be able to see.”

He takes his phone out of his pocket, activating the flashlight feature. He shines it directly into his eyes, watching his reflection intently.

“The pupils are still retracting to light. So my eyes are still getting light, somehow. Which doesn’t sound right, because white reflects color, not absorbs it. That’s why pupils are black in the first place, to absorb light.”

“Wait, then how does Hagakure see?”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s on a different light spectrum. Like if she was ultraviolet, she could still see ultraviolet light and be able to get around.”

“They don’t really look like a blind person’s eyes either. Those pupils tend to be more cloudy, like cataracts.” Iida mumbled to himself. “Could this be some sort of late stage puberty?"

“Eh? Is that a thing? I’ve already-“

“It totally is a thing. A lot of people don’t get vestige mutations until after puberty. Mina didn’t have horns in elementary school!” Kirishima smiled, throwing his arm around Midoriya’s shoulders. “Congratulations Midoriya! You’re officially biologically more manly than you were yesterday.”

“I already WENT through puberty.” Midoriya protested. “I shave and everything!”

"Sure you do, Midoriya. Sure you do."

“Puberty Two, electric boogaloo.”

Sero raised his toothbrush to the air. “Wait, Mina has a transmutation quirk though, not an emitter like Midoriya. So wouldn’t he-“

“Apparently I did.”

“Sorry,” Sero awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Plus, my quirk is technically transmutation, key word technically. It’s the plus-alpha gene that activates the quirk, but even when Aizawa-sensei erases my quirk it’s still active under the surfa-

“Isn’t that just an emitter with extra steps?” Kirishima cocked his head.

“Be nice.” Iida scolded. His hand chopped the top of Kirishima's head which knocked him onto the bathroom floor.

“A transmutation quirk is a quirk that has an extra organ or function not normally found in a standard human body, right? That makes people like Uraraka a transmutation, right?”

Midoriya nervously fiddled his hands together. “Yeah that’s the official definition but I personally think it's kind of rude to just call yourself a mutant when you’re standard looking. Like I feel like it casts aside mutants’ experiences with discrimination and stuff. I don’t want to come across as insensitive.”

Shouji spoke while helping Kirishima up from the floor. “I personally find that standard humans calling themselves mutants brings attention to the hard and unfortunate fact that anyone can suffer discrimination from being a mutant, visibly so or not.”

“No no, he has a point. Some mutants can get very sensitive and defensive of our terms.” Ojirou countered. 

“There really should be a new classification system for quirks.” Kirishima rubbed his chin. “Like, Bakugou’s technically a transmutation because of the sweat glands, right?”

“My nervous system produces electricity, does that make mine a transmutation?”

“Yeah the system is really outdated. And the word that we use for our powers- “Quirks”- is just a term that was coined in the post meta-human liberation war because people were trying to soften the differences politically between the Quirked and Quirkless. Quirk is just a more PC term that stuck around.” Satou said. 

“That just makes you an electric eel,” Kirishima says to Kaminari.

“Be nice to me!” Kaminari squaked.

“Ah I see. I did grow up in a rural area as the only mutant for miles, so I suppose I do have a different view about mutant politics from those who grew up in the city,” Shouji continued his discussion of mutant politics with Ojirou, who was nodding. 

“I do see why standard issue humans using those types of terms can help further the cause, but I primarily do not approve or appreciate that because I feel like it mitigates the struggle our people have had to go through, you know?” 

“Valid.” Tokoyami nodded. 

“Okay this still doesn’t explain why Deku randomly became blind overnight.” Bakugou, who had given up on properly brushing his teeth with all the people being noisy, decided instead to cause problems on purpose.

“He’s not blind, dicknips.” Iida said.

“I had a weird dream, I guess? Aoyama woke me up. My room was totally trashed, I guess I used my quirk in my sleep. And I guess I have white eyes now?”

“Aoyama, did you notice Midoriya’s eyes being weird last night?”

“(Miscellaneous french noises)”

"Thanks Aoyama, really helpful."

“Oh, maybe they’re cataracts!” Todoroki said, who entered at some point unnoticed.

“I can still see perfectly fine though.”

“Huh. That’s weird.”

“I’m just as weirded out as you are.”

“Oh y’all wanna know weird? I started growing hair on my tail when I went through puberty.” Ojirou blushed a bit.

“… Wait was this also when you grew hair-“

“YES.” Ojirou was fully red flushed now. “It was very embarrassing for me. I tried to shave my tail so many times before I gave up.”

“It’s like growing facial hair, right? So it’s not that weird.” Sato, who had the curse of facial hair, remarked. 

“I GUESS SO but the knowledge that it came in at the same time as my-“

“Hey hey since we’re talking about pubes!” Kaminari interrupted. “Todoroki! Do you have two colored pubes!”

“Please no. We are not talking about my pubes.” Todorki looked like he would rather eat a dead mouse than continue this conversation.

“Or mine!” Ojirou squawked.

“Stop saying pubes, this is a G rated fic!” Iida scolded.

“What, so General Audiences don’t know what pubes are now?” 

“His arm hair is two different colors. So it’s probably-“

“Stop talking about my peepee, please.”

“Does your mom have white pupils, Midoriya?” Kirishima asked, trying to save Todoroki from embarrassment. 

“No, her vestige mutations are green hair and eyes, like mine.” Midoriya spat his toothpaste into the sink and has just decided on skipping everything else since he can never get anything done. 

“Ah, I guess your dad does have weird colored eyes. Maybe it just comes from him,” Kirishima shrugged.

“Wait,” Midoriya spun around. “How do you know what my dad looks like?”

“He teaches third hour Heroics, Midoriya.” Todoroki said. 

“All Might is not my dad-“

“How many of y’all actually got your vestige mutations in puberty though? Like statistically?” Kamimari asked. “I want cool eyes or horns or something!”

Kouda raises a hand. “I’m still waiting for my horns to grow in.” He signed.

“Oh sickkkk, you’ll get horns?” Sero oo’ed.

“Kaminari, is your hair not considered a vestiage mutation?” Shouji asked.

“No, I consider it a very conveniently placed poliosis.”

“What if we stop classifying quirks based on their biological mutations and instead just classify how they affect the person’s environment or body?” Midoriya jumped back into the quirk classification conversation since he didn’t want to think about puberty.

“Isn’t that technically what we have now?” Tokoyami asked. Dark Shadow popped up from under his shirt.

“Dark Shadow, return! You know this is the boy’s restroom!”

Dark Shadow let out a moan of disappointment as she melted back under Tokoyami’s shirt.

“Aw, let her out Tokoyami! She can provide insight on how quirks should be classified!” Sero protested. Sero and Dark Shadow were besties.

“I’m only classified as an emitter because my quirk only powers up my body, and that’s stupid.”

“Sato! Are you a transformation, transmutation, or emitter?”

“Transformation!”

“Deku used to break his bones, isn’t that considered a transformation?” Bakugou calls from somewhere in the three-conversations-happening-at-once-mess.

“I think it’s because I was OVERUSING my quirk, it wasn’t a natural process. Like overstraining your eyes.”

“Hm,” Bakugou hums.

“Okay, new system.” Tokoyami says. “What if we got rid of all the quirk classification in general and just let people use their quirks how they want as long as they don’t hurt people?”

“Then we wouldn’t have careers.” Todoroki said.

“We aren’t arresting grandmas on the street for using light telekinesis or moms healing their kid’s bruises, we’re arresting criminal acts committed with quirks.” Midoriya said.

“Yeah but we have permission to use our quirks to stop said criminals- If we gave everyone permission to use quirks as they seem fit, then what would be the point of the police and hero system?” Iida pointed out.

“Okay, then let’s just go into police work. The police are now heroes- but then what about heroes who have a look and rapport with the public? Or merch lines? Or who fair better in non combative situations?” Midoriya argued.

“Don’t Americans have something like that?”

“I don’t trust american cops or heroes,” Bakugou gruffled. “They kill a disproportionate amount of mutants every year.”

“True dat.” Iida said.

“How did Midoriya going through puberty put us on the topic of quirk supremacy?” Kouda signed.

“I’m just SAYING-“

“Are you any taller now? Let's go find a measuring tape, see if you grew a centimeter.” Kirishima clapped Midoriya so hard on the back that he face-planted into the mirror.

“Just don’t ROB people-“

“Civilians already use their quirks in day to day life, they don’t need permission from anyone. It’s like riding your bike on the sidewalk- it’s illegal but no one cares as long as you don’t knock someone down.”

“What about jobs other than heroism? What if Asido wanted to use her quirk to make acids for a laboratory? What if Yaoyorozo produced gold to make the yen grow more valuable?” Iida argued.

“What if we ACTUALLY used electric quirks to power cities instead of relying on non-renewable resources?”

“Canonically that’s what they do in pokemon. They have electric pokemon work at power plants and don’t actually make any electricity with nuclear power or coal or something. It’s just voltorbs and pikachus.”

“… Do they get paid?” Bakugou finally asked.

“Uh, I think their trainers do get paid with the understanding that the payment will support both the pokemon and trainer’s lifestyles.” Tokoyami replied.

“That’s a little fucked up, dude.” Bakugou looked horrified.

“I’m a pikachu! I want to open a bank account!” Kamimari protested.

“Pokemon is an utopia, there’s universal health care that’s 100% free and you can live anywhere and go anywhere because money isn’t real. You’ll be fine as a pikachu.”

“Well this pikachu wants to buy a house! Do I just roll up in an empty lot and start directing the local machamp to make me a house? Or do I have to get myself a human to live in a house?”

“Why are we discussing the animal rights of pokemon?”

“Wait, Nezu is an animal too, right? It’s not a mutant quirk? How did he become a principal?”

“One second, I have a powerpoint presentation,” Kouda signed. He somehow pulled an entire projector and whiteboard out of his pocket and began to sign aggressively while the boys took frantic notes.

At the end of the fifteen minute presentation that went into a basic history of animal rights since the dawn of quirks, the boys looked horrified and disgusted.

“Dude,” Kirishima finally said.  “This is like, so fucked up. So not manly.”

“Why do quirked animals have to take a test to prove that they should have basic rights? Like, why didn’t we take a test like that? That’s not fair at all!” Midoriya cried.

“I get that the test is designed so animals who can’t read can still respond in an intelligent way, but what if the test proctor is animal-racist?”

“Or what if the animal is deaf and can’t read? Is he just screwed? Is he forever going to be treated like an animal despite having the capacity to learn and love because he was born in a different body from everyone else?”

“How would this test differ against an animal that was trained to answer questions versus an actual sentient animal?”

“I want to see if Kanimari can pass this test.”

“Be nice!”

“Why do humans pass automatically because of our genetics as humans? If we’re so superior, wouldn’t we have figured out how to not kill each other through social neglect? Aren’t animals better than us because they DON’T do that?”

“Humans with animal heads or mutations used to have to take this test as well.” Tokoyami said. “My grandparents had to take it.”

“What the FUCK-“ Kamimari screeched.

Tsuyu poked her head into the boy’s restroom. “Does anyone want pancakes? Momo made extra.”

A loud chorus of FUCK YEAHs broke the sound barrier and shattered many windows as all thirteen boys rushed downstairs, cheering.

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