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"Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin

 I like to push it and push it until my luck is over"

[Masterpiece Theater 3]

It was quiet. Maybe that should have been concerning, seeing as there was a boy sitting in an alley, body jerking with sobs. Izuku was good at being quiet though. He had to be. It was the third week of his second year of middle school and he was already being worn thin. He missed elementary school, when all Kaachan dared to do was push him around and spit venomous words at him.

His new burns ached, the reddened skin pulsing with his heart beat. He felt alone. It wasn’t a new feeling. He let himself cry for a few minutes more before pushing up off the dirty alley ground. He needed to get home, his mother would be home soon, and he didn’t want to be hovered over for the next week.

He kept to the shadows, which wasn't hard considering how late it was getting, soon trudging his way up the stairs to his apartment. Just in case his mom was home early, he carefully opened the door and slipped in, pausing to listen for any footsteps or dishes moving around. Nothing.

He sighed in relief and closed the door, kicking off his shoes and lining them up in their usual spot. Next, the bathroom. He let a soft whine escape as he knelt down to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. The burns didn’t even hurt as badly as the multitude of bruises Kaachan’s “friends” gave him. He peeled off his uniform, sighing at the singed cloth. He’d have to run it through the wash and patch up the new holes. They were small, but with his picking habits? They could- and they would- easily grow. He rubbed a healthy amount of burn cream on his burns. He was glad Kaachan didn’t directly burn him, just using his quirk to make the few hits he bothered to throw hurt. It was annoying how that made the burns (regardless of the fact they weren’t even first degree) more spattered, spread out. Like a sparkler burn.

His eyes burned. That wasn’t new, either. Still, he berated himself and tried to stop the salt from dripping down his face. He looked in the mirror and felt the tears slow as everything shifted to the left. There was a thin wall between him and Everything Else. Numbly, he finished disinfecting any open wounds and retreated to his room after throwing his uniform into the wash.

He spent around thirty minutes laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for everything to feel real again. Everything was kind of foggy, and yet his vision was clear. Thoughts moved slowly, and eventually he pulled out his phone. He grappled ‘Quirkless’, like he did every time this happened.

The statistics only got worse every time. Why did he do this again?

‘Because you know one day that’s all you’ll be. A statistic.’ He tried to push the thought away, sitting up and moving to his computer before he could spiral. Grapple was always a useful search engine and now was no different. He lost all sense of time, sites and tabs being clicked on and read in a haze. Edgeshot took down a drug cartel, Native moved up a rank. Izuku mindlessly clicked links, letting his mind wander into a familiar haze as he did. It was calm, and he felt himself settling into a peace-

He blinked and looked down in the corner of his screen. An hour had passed. Shuffling in the hall gave away why he’d surfaced. His mom was home. He turned back to his computer, examining the page he was on.

Qwitter. He was on a thread about mutant quirks and how people with them faced many issues. He scrolled through the thread.

@collinsweet

      “Why society gotta be like this? I just want to keep my kids but because my wife has an emitter quirk she got full cudtody

@collinsweet Replying to @collinsweet

     *custody

@uwuisthenewowo Replying to collinsweet

        I’m sorry bout your kids. I have a friend who can help. Here

Izuku furrowed his brow, looking at the post date. This was from a few months ago, why was it on his feed? His curiosity got the best of him and he clicked the link. It redirected him to… Discord? He had an account on his phone for this one server he’s in (for All Might of course) so he quickly logged in, momentarily taken aback as his dms filled up.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH owo#0775

You are not friends with this person. Report spam? 

owo#0775: Hello, you have joined the paint bucket. Please state how you found the server.

sugarsnappea#4280: sorry!! i didn’t know what i was clicking on. i was on qwitter and there was a post from a person with a mutant quirk and yeah hhhhhh i got curious. if i may ask whats the server for is it a mutant support server? thatd be so cool i dont have a mutant quirk though anyways so if im kicked i fully understand

owo#0775: oh wow. Uhh you seem to vibe but imma need to take a sec to talk to the other mods before giving you access. Or info. Gimme a sec 

Izuku picked at his lip as he went to click on another dm icon. He had only two more, but it was still anxiety inducing.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH uwu#8004

You are not friends with this person. Report spam?

uwu#8004: Hey. How did you find this server?

sugarsnappea#4280: sorry! I think a user named owo is talking to you explaining right now but if i need to reexplain i totally will im sorry for intruding!!!!

uwu#8004: chill. Your cool just give us a sec.

Finally, Izuku clicked on the last DM.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH ArtCollector#4311

You are not friends with this person. 

There was no report button. That was ominous. And only slightly terrifying.

ArtCollector#4311: Welcome, Izuku Midoriya.

Izuku shot back in his chair, overbalancing it and yelping as he crashed to the floor. He groaned as he landed on a bruise. Fear flooded his being. How the f**k did this person know his name??

He scrambled to his desk, seeing the user typing.

ArtCollector#4311: Wow, you’re rather clumsy. I’m tempted to kick you from my server just based on the amount of All Might merch you have. Why people idolize that man I will never truly understand.

sugarsnappea#4280: How do you know my name? And how can you see my room? I swear I clicked on the link bc i was curious. 

ArtCollector#4311: Tell me child, what are your views on people with ‘weak’ quirks?

…Weak? Quirks? Izuku’s brow furrowed and his face shifted into an upset pout. He completely forgot his questions.

sugarsnappea#4280: There is no such thing as a weak quirk. Each quirk is strong in its own way, you just have to think out of the box on how to use it! Take the new hero Shiner. Her quirk is ‘weak’ but really it isnt! She can turn her eyes into literal light beams! That could help so much in a search in rubble or the dark! It could be a beacon for lost people or if she gets lost herself! Not to mention she could blind a villain with her quirk by turning it on and off rlllllly fast. Like a strobe light. Shed have to be careful for people with epilepsy tho so she’d need training with that. Not to mention how im pretty sure her quirk produces heat which could help with melting ice if she can focus on just the heat bc peoples cars ice over in the winter all the time! Or if a villain has an ice quirk.

Izuku suddenly got a message notification from the server itself.

 the paint bucket

#welcome

AllBot: Welcome @ sugarsnappea ! [wave]

#general-chat

owo: welcome sugarsnappea. glad the art collector approved.

sugarsnappea: I still dont know what this server is for exactly?

intotheverse: oh. Its a server for anyone who basically doesnt like society, has a ‘weak’ quirk, no quirk, are bullied by perfs, or are just down on their luck and need support. We dont allow quirkists or bullies here. Speaking of, please check out {#rules-and-roles}

sugarsnappea: okay. What’s a perf? 

[sugarsnappea has selected the role(s) He/Him, Redshoe]

intotheverse: okay so perfs are quirkists. Usually they have amazing ‘heroic’ quirks and are very a*sholy. They could also just be people who are a threat. we usually capitalize the word if they are a threat tho.

uwu: a*sholy. Lol.

intotheverse: shut.

[💜]

intotheverse: wow. anyways. sugarsnap. You can check the channel [#info-for-terms-and-roles] to finish selecting roles and learn terms. Using these irl with people who recognize them can earn you some real friends. We’re always trying to have our community grow.

Izuku checked out the channel. He was still processing the fact that he had stumbled across this server. He could have never found this. He still had hella anxiety about it, but clicking through channels, and even backreading, was making him feel better. He felt like he could Be here. As a person. Not as a Deku who only existed to be used.

A knock on his door led to him hurrying to click off of the screen.

“Izuku! Dinner’s done!”

“Coming mom! Let me put my homework away, I’ll be right there.”

He had finished his homework at school. He properly logged off of his computer and picked up his chair, pushing it under the desk. The left arm of it was wiggly now. He’d have to look up how to fix that.

Like every night, dinner went about the same. They both told each other about their days, Izuku lying his tail off because he knew he shouldn’t worry his mother. His mom washed the dishes and he dried them. Then they both bade each other goodnight and left to their respective rooms.

That’s where the routine broke. Where Izuku normally would watch HeroTube, and pass out at some ungodly hour, he spent most of the night lurking or chatting in the new server he was in.

[sugarsnappea has selected the role(s) Blank Canvas.]

~OoO~

#general-chat (10: 38pm)

sugarsnappea: im glad to be here. you can call me sugarsnappea, a nickname you come up with, or any variation of my username ^-^. 

imjustapicketfence: Hey.

owo: nice to meetcha sugarsnap. welcome to the server

Today's gender is enby: Hello sugar!

ocean eyes by american avenue: @imjustapicketfence lol imagine having grammar

ocean eyes by american avenue: OH NEW PERSON HELLO

ocean eyes by american avenue: it’s been a wihle since we’ve had new people!

owo: wihle

uwu: auto correct failed you

intotheverse: -sigh-. how are ya doing sugarsnap?

sugarsnappea: i have never been in such a chaotic discord

owo: lmao L./lh

noneforyall: oh dear coffeebean there’s another one

ocean eyes by american avenue: I WAS JOKING WHEN I ASKED U TO STOP CURSING NONE

Today's gender is enby: Lol, I don't know what you expected to happen Ocean

purblevilli: take the L ocean. I aspire to be like none and you can chug right off if you hate on my coffee spirit animal >:) -sips deathwish-

purblevilli: also!!!! i’m not the newest in the discord anymore! welcome sugarsnap!

sugarsnappea: you’re all already nicer than my whole school

intotheverse: uh oh who we killin? 

sugarsnappea: ffsffsjh no one! pls no killing! :pleading:

ArtCollector [MOD]: Do I need to intervene?

ocean eyes by american avenue: probably

sugarsnappea: no idk what you ‘intervening’ is but no its fine!. I deserve it anyways! 

[several people are typing…]

owo: oh F*** no

Today's gender is enby: Who do I need to fight?

ocean eyes by american avenue: sugar,,,

intotheverse: sweetie no. 

extraterrestrial by katy perry: *cracks knuckles* aight who we killing

sugarsnappea: no one! please!? I swear its finneee. its not that bad!

owo: kid (can i call you kid, if it makes you uncomfy lemme know) why do you think it’s your fault

sugarsnappea: it’s ok u can call me that. and i deserve the stuff they do. i always have. bc im quirkless. i dont matter. its what everyone says. even mom doesnt deny it…

ocean eyes by american avenue: sugarsnap, would I deserve being hurt enough that random people online are nicer than everyone i know at school

intotheverse: yeah would i deserve to be hurt over existing? as a human?

sugarsnappea: no! to both…

intotheverse: but im quirkless? like you. do I still deserve it?

sugarsnappea: no! i’m just useless. you’re nice! 

Today's gender is enby: Honey, no-

ocean eyes by american avenue: sugar you’re nice too? the like five minutes you’ve been here you’ve been great

ocean eyes by american avenue: and i grew up quirkless too- late artist

ocean eyes by american avenue: no one is useless

owo: except perfs

owo: perfs can all jump off a cliff

ocean eyes by american avenue: no dont stoop to their level

ocean eyes by american avenue: push them down the stairs with style

sugarsnappea: ksdjnkjsawonjas

intotheverse: gay crimes gay crime gay crimes just like 💅 a b**ch down the stairs.

imjustapicketfence: - punts perf down a fire escape- does the 💅 thing. material gorwl 

Today's gender is enby: Please don't actually commit a crime 

ocean eyes by american avenue: anyways we got off topic- sugar, in all reality, do you need us to come punch someone

Today's gender is enby: We will if we need to

sugarsnappea: i kqgt swe the svrewm i’m ctyong top haed

intotheverse: there’s words in there, somewhere.

sugarsnappea: fffsh tbh i think ill be fine. they just dont like that i want to be a hero. bc yk quirkless.

owo: baby’s first auto correct moment

ocean eyes by american avenue: oh PLEASE I WANNA SEE A QUIRKLESS HERO

Today's gender is enby: PLEASE

Today's gender is enby: Oh, I gtg, talk to y'all later!

[💜]

owo: BLANK CANVAS RECOGNITION PLEASE THAT WOULD BE SO COOL

intotheverse: @ArtCollector  @heros-but-not-saying-who [ROLE]  pls help this child 🙏 we need a blank hero.

uwu: ok but. but how baby is him

uwu: child how baby are u

sugarsnappea: im in my second year of junior high?

owo: A B A B Y

ocean eyes by american avenue: OH MY GOSH YOU'RE TINY CHILD YOU’RE LIKE 12???

Izuku typed back, feeling a little insecure all of a sudden. 

sugarsnappea: ..yeah? is that bad? im sorry…

ocean eyes by american avenue: wait no no don’t worry that wasn’t /neg that was

ocean eyes by american avenue: I FORGOT THE TONE TAGS

uwu: okokok wait so you’re in your second year of middle school

uwu: and kids there suck that much?

sugarsnappea: oh. ok. yeah im in my second year. and it’s not that bad… i haven’t had a broken bone yet! 

uwu: child that’s not??? a measure of what’s bad or not???

sugarsnappea: im it kinda is? bc broken bone means telling mom and lying :( mom worries too much. I don’t want to be locked in the house for a week. I almost failed history bc of that.

yellingSCREAMING: nani the f***

noneforyall: problem child thats not ok-

ocean eyes by american avenue: (dw none calls everyone problem child, he’s not mad at you) sugar that’s not good

owo: that’s happened before??? sugar thats??? not normal????? /g

sugarsnappea: it..its not? kaachan has missed a week of school before. like maybe every three months. he always comes back angrier and i thought it was bc he has claustrophobia but wh-

sugarsnappea: one second.

Izuku hurried to get a notebook. He wrote down what he typed and a note reminding himself to be more watchful for Kaachan. Turning back to his computer showed new messages, forcing thoughts of Kaachan and his family out of his mind for the moment.

owo: ,,,,just a question, how do people react when you come back after being gone for so long

owo: and that’s,, kinda sus

sugarsnappea: no one cares? its like if im not there they forget i exist.

owo: no one offers to help u get caught up or anything????

sugarsnappea: no? they kinda want me to fail. quirkless reject remember? im useless to them unless they’re using me to feel better.

uwu: lemme guess feeling better means beating u up

sugarsnappea: not beating up no!! roughhousing is all it is

intotheverse: oh honey that’s not roughhousing. you aren’t supposed to get hurt more than one or two bruises when you roughhouse and usually thats from falling, not getting hit.

sugarsnappea: we play heroes and villains and i’m the villain, it’s expected to get hurt

ocean eyes by american avenue: still not any more than a few bruises, maybe a twisted ankle from falling wrong

ocean eyes by american avenue: please tell me you have a competent adult somewhere that you can go to to trust??

sugarsnappea: … 

intotheverse:  bruh. thats it. im ur new parent. call me verse. im adopting ur adorable a*s and calling a hit on ur bullies/semisrs 

ocean eyes by american avenue: why do you call ur bully such a,,, cutesy name?

sugarsnappea: ??

ocean eyes by american avenue: kaachan? that’s such a cute nickname 

sugarsnappea: we’ve known each other since diapers… I used to have trouble pronouncing his real name. it stuck. it’s like how he calls me deku! its just always been there!

ocean eyes by american avenue: aww that’s actually really cute

ocean eyes by american avenue: WHAT THE FRICK

owo: im sorry did you just say he calls you *deku*

owo: like dekunobou deku

sugarsnappea: it’s not that bad… it’s just another way to read my real name…

uwu: is it like that or is it intended to be deku like dekunobou

sugarsnappea: it’s just another way to remind me im useless. 

ocean eyes by american avenue: @ArtCollecter can we add another word to the banned word list

ArtCollector: Of course. sugarsnappea you aren’t worthless. Or useless. 

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH ArtCollector#4311

You are now friends with ArtCollector#4311! Say Hi!

ArtCollector: Child I can see you sobbing at your desk, go drink some water and clean yourself up. No one in my server will ever dare to be cruel to you.

sugarsnappea: who even are you? How were you able to make a server like this?

ArtCollector: In due time, child.

sugarsnappea: i don’t even know how to respond to any of this

ArtCollector: That’s okay. In due time. I’ll send you a sheet that has a few tips on getting stronger but keeping your lean physique. Speed can often be better for a rescue.

sugarsnappea: like eraserhead!!!

ArtCollector: …Yes./pos

DIRECT MESSAGE BETWEEN noneforyall#5139 AND ArtCollector#4311

ArtCollector: [screenshot843.jpg] lol.

noneforyall: sigh.

ArtCollector: someone’s slipping

noneforyall: shut up

the paint bucket

#general-chat (4: 28 am)

extraterrestrial by katy perry: HELP I JUST MELTED MY SHOWER

frogger: et.

extraterrestrial by katy perry: MY SHAMPOO FELL AND I PANICKED AND NOW THE SHOWER IS MELTED WHAT DO I DO WHAT

polar express: why are you taking a shower at 4 in the morning?

extraterrestrial by katy perry: shut

~OoO~

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: I…have discovered something I cannot fathom. Thank you @ArtCollector

ArtCollector: You’re welcome. Tell your sibling I bid my greetings.

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: Of course. She bids you well.

sugarsnappea: can i ask what happened?

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: I will dm you about it

sugarsnappea: okay!!!

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH ebony dark’ness dementia raven way#2240

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way#2240: My quirk is not what it seemed to be. 

sugarsnappea#4280: oh?

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way#2240: yes. I believed I had a sentient quirk, and have always struggled to contain and control her.

sugarsnappea#4280: oh?! what is it then? I’m interested/pos!!!!

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way#2240: My ‘quirk’ is my twin… who has a possessive shadow quirk. I have a persuasive telepathy quirk. with a crow mutation from my mother. Because my sibling looks like me, and I her, we had naturally assumed my mutation was an integral part of my physiology.

sugarsnappea#4280: holy shiiii ur quirk counselor should be sued 💀

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way#2240: indeed.

~OoO~

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH purblevilli#6778

purblevilli#6778: I am so tired of perfs thinking they can muzzle me.

sugarsnappea#4280: understandable. where are you? are your dads not responding?

purblevilli#6778: no, they aren’t. but they’re both on shift right now, so im venting to you. im ok. im actually home rn so dw abt me. not even hurt.

purblevilli#6778: just freaking out bc i had to use my quirk on them to get out unharmed and now theyre gonna get worse.

sugarsnappea#4280: im sorry. im glad you got away though. and just remember you don’t deserve anything they do to you. im sure your dads will see the messages soon and deal with it. theyve moved your school once, i dont think theyll hesitate to do it again. and if you cant catch a break, im sure theyll just switch to online or something.

purblevilli#6778: yeah ur rt. wanna call? im working on algebra and you understand it better.

sugarsnappea#4280: yeah!

~OoO~

#general-chat

sugarsnappea: imagine being burned daily. couldnt be me.

purblevilli: imagine growing up muzzled. couldn’t be me.

sugarsnappea: imagine.

purblevilli: i could never.

intotheverse: are yall okay

imjustapicketfence: is anyone here ever?

intotheverse: see its called therapy. its rlly nice. im about to go to my third appointment… of the week.

intotheverse: i may have been put in a mental hospital for being trans. i love my mom.

sugarsnappea: oh no. im sorry ;-;

intotheverse: it sucks but dw. ill get out soon. the psychiatrist im seeing uh. well. she’s also trans so she’s basically just giving me normal therapy. after another week or two ill be out with weekly appointments! and new parents, hopefully. 

intotheverse: im 15, so by law (being a blank) i could easily live alone, but i dont want to default to that. not yet. moms great other than the transphobia.

sugarsnappea: wait rlly? what the age for quirkless to live alone???

intotheverse: it’s like, 14.

sugarsnappea:

sugarsnappea: you’re telling me that i’ll be able to live alone by my first year of highschool?? The middle of my third year of middle school, actually.

intotheverse: yuh

shocking news: so like, thats dope? idk. I just ran away from home again. Dad came home.

ArtCollector: I will have a place set up for you.

shocking news: dope. thanks.

ArtCollector: The shelter is a little full, so you’ll be sharing with a child your age. they are staying the weekend while a family reunion occurs.

shocking news: cool, cool.

~{timeskip}~

sugarsnappea: never meet ur heroes

ocean eyes by american avenue: ????

owo: kid???? sugar???

uwu: should we? be worried??

frogger: that’s not worrying at all

extraterrestrial by katy perry: sugar?? u ok?

sugarsnappea: how do i get off a roof

sugarsnappea: the fire escape has a padlock on it… and a latch…

intotheverse: carefully look over the ledge, carefully. is there an outer stair. like an older fire escape? lot’s of buildings went interior.

sugarsnappea: yeah, it’s rusty and stuff but it looks okay?

intotheverse: give me an estimate on distance. like how far down? do you havve any parkour experience? running from ur bullies doesn’t count.

sugarsnappea: mmmmmmmm,,, idk but it looks p far up, i see like 10 rows of windows

sugarsnappea: this is. this is really high up

ocean eyes by american avenue: ok yeah no let’s back away from the ledge for a moment, do you have water you can drink

sugarsnappea: Not a lot. Maybewait no it busted when the villain dropped me… then the hero used it… i have no water.

intotheverse: are you calm enough to be rational?

sugarsnappea: idk. maybe. i’m rlly high up. im not scared of heights but i can’t find a way down.

ocean eyes by american avenue: alright alright- let’s take this slowly- take a couple deep breaths

intotheverse: yes you can. You’re just not calm enough to. I believe in you snap. look around. are any other building close enough to safely jump? I know you only just started parkour so please don’t make a jump you have a high chance of failing. breathe, look around. what do you see?

sugarsnappea: there’s a building close by, but it’s like. half the building down, it’s not a far horizontal jump tho

ocean eyes by american avenue: hhhhhhh idk 

ocean eyes by american avenue: would that be a safe fall if he lands right @ anyone who parkours

intotheverse: okay, now look a the roof of the other building. is there anything that could soften your fall at all?

intotheverse: @noneforyall  you mentioned roof jumping one night. any tips? I only know parkour theory.

noneforyall: when you land, roll as soon as possible- make sure the second you land, you let your knees bend and distribute the weight to  your roll.

noneforyall: kid, if you can, put something soft and flexible around your neck to protect it, like a scarf

sugarsnappea: i only have my backpack

noneforyall:

noneforyall: that’s not ideal but we can make it work

intotheverse: hey ur a student right? take off ur blazer and use it as a scarf. ur backpack will cushion the roof on your back. expect a rough landing. you got this. you told us you were getting better at falling safely so I think you got this.

sugarsnappea: …okay. i got this. i can do it. it’s only a whole story and a half. landing wrong cant even kill me unless i dive. im good i got this.

intotheverse: yeah you do sport. 

#general-chat (4:09pm)

sugarsnappea: i didn’t die. I did land a little hard on my ankle tho. maybe a fracture? not sure. not a sprain tho. those hurt less.

intotheverse: oh thank nezu.

ocean eyes by american avenue: sugar, this is just a question i have to ask- please tell me you weren’t planning anything

sugarsnappea: what? planning?

sugarsnappea: Oh. is… is this about earlier in [#tw-vents] ? I swear i was just upset bc of smth kaachan said.

sugarsnappea: i could never do that to you guys.

ocean eyes by american avenue: it’s not only that

ocean eyes by american avenue: why were you on a tall building with no way down but the hard way in the first place

sugarsnappea: oh… A hero took me up there. it was my fault tho. i… i don’t think i like all might anymore though… he’s a Perf…shouldnt have been so blind.

ocean eyes by american avenue: sugar sugar do not  think it’s your fault a HERO, the N U M B E R O N E H E R O, dropped you on a rooftop with no sure way down

ocean eyes by american avenue: (i am reading the context right, right)

sugarsnappea: uh yeah. you didfjhlgfhj

intotheverse: Snap??

[sugarsnappea went offline]

ocean eyes by american avenue: HOLY FRICK VILLAIN ATTACK RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WORK

ocean eyes by american avenue: HO L Y F RIC K I HAVENT SEEN THAT MANY HEROES ROUND HERE IN A L O N G TIME

Izuku picked up his phone from where he dropped it. The familiar sound of explosions met his ears and had startled him. He found himself running straight to the sound because there was no way that those particular explosions could be that big with natural cause. He was knocking into corners in his haste, people looking out windows and even standing outside looking towards a crowd of people surrounding the noise. Smoke filled the air, the scent filling Izuku’s nose as he plunged through the crowd. Breaking through the crowd he spotted a familiar ashy blonde. Kaachan . Why was he in the sludge villain's grip?! How had the villain escaped? He remembered how he clung to All Might’s unsecured pockets, pulling on his leg. ‘I must’ve knocked the bottles loose! This is all my fault! Stupid Izuku!’

Ruby red met green. An unidentifiable mix of emotions surged through Izuku, overwhelming him, and he found his feet moving before his mind could catch up. ‘Why am I running?! Izuku stop! Let the heroes handle it! I need to save him!’ His lungs burned as he dodged debris as best he could, pulling off his backpack, hopping in place before snapping his hips and launching his bag directly at the villain’s eye. His school items flew out, the corner of a notebook managing to hit the villain in the eye.

The villain screeched, recoiling, and Izuku plunged his arm into the slime, grabbing Kaachan and pulling . Slowly, with so much effort something in his back clenched, Kaachan was free, explosions crackling. The two whipped around towards the villain, Izuku ignoring the sparks on his forearm. Kaachan was taking heaving breaths and looked p*ssed.  

“I DIDN’T NEED YOUR QUIRKLESS ASS TO SAVE ME, DEKU!” Izuku’s eyes burned as he shoved his anger down, or tried.

“I DON’T CARE! You looked like you needed saving!!! So SHUT UP and LET’S GO .” Izuku yanked Katsuki towards the police line, slinging him in front of him as he felt slime envelop him again.

His scream of fear was strangled by a booming shout.

“DETROIT SMASH!!”

Izuku went limp, vision blacking out for a second, the only sensation being a bruising grip on his arm. Soon his vision blurred in to see a small crowd of people around him, almost as though shielding him from the clicking cameras. He noticed the grip on his arm was gone, and rubbed the spot, trying to dull the ache.

“Kid! are you okay???” The voice was down-to-earth and clearly worried. They had dark hair and wore a soft-knit blue sweater. Another person with long, black hair stood next to them, and a third skidded to a stop next to them, curly brown hair bouncing as they came to a stop.

“Y-yeah. I think?”

“DEKU!” Izuku’s head snapped around fast enough for whiplash. Kaachan looked angry. Dark hair one stood protectively in front of him.

“Back off kid. Go give your statement and send that plain looking cop over here.” Quieter, to Izuku, they said. “I don’t want you to catch a bad rep with the media before you can be a hero, Greenie.” Izuku’s mind shot back to nights of sitting in vc, ranting about school.

Izuku’s eyes widened. “You..?”

“Verse. You did great honey.” Verse gave him a gentle smile.

Izuku looked over to the other two. “Y’all too? From Discord?”

The man grunted, looking windblown. “None..” Izuku looked to the last of the trio. She smiled, pushing glasses up her nose.

“Ocean- you were great, kid.” Izuku realized he recognized her voice too.

The next few minutes were a blur. Izuku gave the plain detective, Tsuka-something his statement, and upon discovering he had a minor fracture, burns, and various scrapes, he was hauled into the back of an ambulance, Ocean climbing in with him. Now that he had a chance to relax a little he became aware of how in pain he was ow.

“F***” He groaned, not moving his ankle. He was exhausted. 

“ Language,” Ocean absentmindedly scolded, and he snorted- if he’d had doubts about it actually being her, those were gone now. 

Izuku murmured a half-sincere apology regardless. “Can you tell the discord I'm ok? I think I sent a scrambled message earlier when I dropped my phone but I’m not sure… Tell them I was in the crowd or something…”

Ocean nodded, typing on her phone. 

On the ride, Izuku phased in and out. The pinch of an IV being inserted into his arm, Ocean arguing with someone- both over the phone and in person, laying in a bed and staring at a white ceiling, everything happening too fast and too slow. Snapshots of faces he wouldn’t remember. Blips of sound he’d only recall in dreams. 

It wasn’t long before he passed out.

[meanwhile in the discord]

ocean eyes by american avenue: HOLY FRICK CLEARSIGHT HAS NEVER HELPED SO MUCH 

ocean eyes by american avenue: THERES A KID WITH AN EXPLOSION QUIRK BEING HELD HOSTAGE

ocean eyes by american avenue: ITS SLUDGE THE WHOLE STREET SMELLS LIKE BURNING SEWAGE AND SMOKE

ocean eyes by american avenue: IM TRYING TO GET THROUGH THE CROWD BUT ITS TOO THICK AND IM TOO CHUNKY

owo: HOLY FRICK THE NEWS CANT SEE ANYTHING WHAT IS HAPPENING

ocean eyes by american avenue: WHAT ARE THE HEROES DOING

ocean eyes by american avenue: K ID 

ocean eyes by american avenue: A CHILD JUST RAN INTO IT AND YEETED A BOOKBAG AT THE vILLAIN AND BEANED HIM IN THE EYE

purblevilli: THE O N E TIME I SLEEP WHAT IS HAPPENING

ocean eyes by american avenue: OH NO THE SAVIOR KID JUST GOT OUTED AS A BLANK CANVAS

uwu: who wants to take a bet that this is gonna be fueling the newest quirkless hate piece out there

noneforyall: THIS IS NONE’S HUSBAND HE IS SKRRT SKRRTING HIS WAY AS FAST AS POSSIBLE

ocean eyes by american avenue: ALLMIGHTJUSTARRIVEDANDPUNCHEDTHEVILLAININTOLITERALOBLIVION

ocean eyes by american avenue: DUDE HE JUST SENT THE VILLAIN INTO THE STRATOSPHERE 

ocean eyes by american avenue: IF I COULD JUST GET THROUGH THE CROWD I WOULD BE PUNCHING EVERY SINGLE HERO HERE THEY’RE CHEWING THIS KID OUT ON LIVE TV

ArtCollector: hm. 

intotheverse: im here next to him. he’s in shock i dont think he can hear the heroes berating him. im making them back off with some help from none.

owo: THIS HAS BEEN AN EMOTIONAL TIME

ocean eyes by american avenue: OH TWO OTHER PEOPLE ARE HELPING ME DEFEND HIM

ocean eyes by american avenue: I SALUTE YOU RANDOM OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE PROBABLY IN THIS CHANNEL

intotheverse: again, me and none.

owo: HOLY F R I C K WHAT A RIDE

#general-chat (5:19pm)

owo: PLEASE TELL ME EVERYONE’S OKAY

ocean eyes by american avenue: i’m with greenie right now he’s okay he’s safe

ocean eyes by american avenue: btw kid’s tiny. can’t believe he pulled such a heroic stunt smh.

ocean eyes by american avenue: and i had to fistfight the hospital to actually treat him but it worked out

inotheverse: so he’s doing okay? He looked a lil rough.

ocean eyes by american avenue: he’s very doped up and wiggling a bit like a gleeful slug on the bed rn but yes he’s doing okay

intotheverse: lol. dm pics. pls.

ocean eyes by american avenue: got it bae /pla

ocean eyes by american avenue: now it’s time to fistfight my boss over the phone so i don’t have to go into work tomorrow

the paint bucket

#general-chat (9:37 AM the next day)

sugarsnappea: @ArtCollector can i dm u something real quick

ArtCollector: of course

purblevilli: while that happens does anyone wanna talk about these apparent images of someone in this server wiggling like a gleeful slug

ocean eyes by american avenue: no

purblevilli: aw

sugarsnappea: also i am now locked in my room until im healed :D. I have the first aid kit and mom told me i just had to knock for the bathroom which is more than last time…

purblevilli: well that’s not fun

im the armored titan and hes the colossal titan: what the fuck happened i just woke up

purblevilli: n e ways im locked in a closet so i feel u there. hi titan…backread a bit, its been a Day.

im the armored titan and hes the colossal titan: huh

im the armored titan and hes the colossal titan: it sure looks like a f*ckin day

sugarsnappea: rip. been there. how big is the closet bc my smallest one was a small supply closet that some upperclassman shoved me into near the end of second year.

purblevilli: oh damn. uh. I’m in one of those older broom closets. Like the ones under the stairs that are never used anymore unless kids are making out while skipping? Yeah. that. So like, I can move, but I can’t See. there’s no lightbulb and my phone flashlight causes my CPU to overheat.

sugarsnappea: I could dm call you to keep you company? if you want? we’re both not going anywhere any time soon.

purblevilli: that… might help. I’m a little claustrophobic…due to muzzles….

yellingSCREAMING: oh h*ll no. listener where are you. do you have a muzzle on right now? Did they put another on you?? @noneforyall  check ur dms right now.

purblevilli: uh. no? kinda. I learned how to lock pick a while ago to get out of it. So I have it but like I don’t have it on rn. And before you ask I already managed to unlock the closet door…but they pur a chair or smth on the other side so it’s not opening.

noneforyall: I’m omw dw. how you feel abt homeschool?

purblevilli: aight.

intotheverse: softNone on main

noneforyall: shut.

general-chat (7pm)

[ sugarsnappea has removed the role {Blank Canvas} ]

[sugarsnappea has selected the role(s) {Late Artist} , {Covered Canvas}]

sugarsnappea: uh. so. i was out for a walk bcuz mom actually forgot to lock the window this time and @ArtCollector I may have obtained a quirk.

ArtCollector: Hold on, what?

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH ArtCollector#4311

ArtCollector#4311: Please tell me you didn’t accept that buffoons quirk the day after he rejected everything we stand for.

sugarsnappea#4280: if it helps, I only said yes bc he could easily kill me and get away scot free if I said no? I mean maybe I can’t be a quirkless hero but I can save people still.

sugarsnappea#4280: and I have yet to actually inherit the quirk. All Might said he wants to train me first. maybe he’kk change his mind idk

ArtCollector#4311: I mean you could just give it to me… it was mine first.

sugarsnappea#4280: waitwaitwait. Please explain.

ArtCollector#4311: Oh he didn’t tell you? Of course not. As you have discovered over the last year or so, I am All For One. I am the so-called Father Of Quirks. Anyways, When I was younger, way before I was All For One, I had a brother. You remind me of him, honestly. He was rather sickly though. So I gave him a stockpiling quirk. He was supposedly quirkless. However, he seemed to have had a quirk all along. The ability to pass on his quirk. No real use until the quirk I gave him merged with it.

sugarsnappea#4280: That, doesn’t sound right? It’s very rare quirks you have merge with an og users quirk. you gave him a stockpiling quirk. what if it stockpiles quirks? which means when you gave ur brother the quirk, you also gave him your quirk, or well, an imprint of it, allowing it to be passed down. 

ArtCollector#4311: Maybe so. We will discuss this later. Anyways. My brother was very bright. Saw things in black and white for a long time. I tried to keep him by my side, and as ashamed as I am to admit this, I lost sight of myself. And my goals. My brother decided he would have no part, which was fine, but not before passing on the power that kept him alive... accidentally. He died. In my grief-driven quest to get back the quirk I'd given my precious younger brother, I made some poor life choices. Ever since, the users of the quirk have been trying to kill me. It started as vengeance and devolved to seeing me as pure evil…and revenge too because I have killed all of them. Self defense of course.

sugarsnappea#4280: oh. thats. imagine if I hadn’t met you and was told about you in a negative light. a*s might woulda done it too. I coulda been dead in a few months 😬

ArtCollector#4311: I don’t kill kids, Regardless of overpowered stockpile quirk.

[😅]

#general-chat (6:12pm, a few days later)

sugarsnappea: uuuuuuuuuuughghghhhhh my bodyyy hurts :(

noneforyall: Oh you started training today, right problem child? How’d it go

sugarsnappea: fridge

sugarsnappea: fridge heavy. all might heavy.

intotheverse: ….all might heavy? please tell me he didn’t make you dench press him.

owo: dench

intotheverse: shut.

owo: :auticowwevy:

sugarsnappea: all might on fridge.

ArtCollector: I’m sorry, what.

sugarsnappea: was maybe a total of 1500-1650 pounds :(((

intotheverse: oh that-that’s worse. wtf. im boutta kill this mofo.

ocean eyes by american avenue:

ocean eyes by american avenue:  i m s o r r y ?

owo: are we seeing ocean snap finally

ocean eyes by american avenue: ALL MIGHT

ocean eyes by american avenue: ON A FRIDGE

ocean eyes by american avenue: YOU JUST STARTED TRAINING

ocean eyes by american avenue: WHAT TH

ocean eyes by american avenue: YOU KNOW WHAT

ocean eyes by american avenue: WHAT THE H E * * WAS HE THINKING

ocean eyes by american avenue: A F R I D G E WITH HIM O N I T

ocean eyes by american avenue: OF ALL THE ST U P I D IDEAS AND ALL THE S T U P I D EXECUTIONS OF THOSE IDEAS I THINK HE HAS WON

purblevilli: holy s*** ocean cursed

intotheverse: oh d***. pop off!

ocean eyes by american avenue: WHAT THE ACTUAL HE C K HE IS THE N U M B E R O N E H E R O YOU WOULD TH I NK HE HAS CO M M O N S E NS E BUT APPARENTLY NOT

ocean eyes by american avenue: nknKDSAKJNFDSKNWEFKSDAORELWSDANKGDSF

im the armored titan and hes the colossal titan: thats not good *laugh track*

uwu: i think she just. physically exploded

uwu: she went offline

owo: wouldn’t be surprised if she showed up here at the gym in ten minutes.

[AllBot] @starbies#5578 has joined!  [wave]

starbies: yo.

sugarsnappea: are you? the dude from like two weeks ago??? (ur pfp) 

owo: who dis? collector let em in before i even caught his click which means collector sought him out for some reason.

ArtCollector: Well, I figured that I would add snaps first ever fan to the server. bonus points that he is also a part of our lesser society.

starbies: yuh. my quirk is really just a fancy genetic mutation that gives me these ‘weird’ protrusions on my head. I don’t look too friendly either. i have sort of a resting b*tch face…

sugarsnappea: !!!!!!!!! its u!!!!!! ur the first ever person to tell me irl i could be a hero!!! star dude!!!

starbies: yuh. cheering for you no matter the route you take.

intotheverse: star dude poggers.

ArtCollector: aaand he’s sobbing again. snap go hydrate. Also go eat, it’s been eight hours. and you were training all day.

~OoO~

#general-chat (5:10pm)

sugarsnappea: hey does anyone know how to get marker off of desks?

purblevilli: yes. why?

sugarsnappea: [image334.jpg] i was accused of writing on my desk ;-;

purblevilli: as perfs do. if its a laminated desk just grab an expo marker and scribble n’ wipe.

sugarsnappea: thanks

sugarsnappea: maybe ill get out of detention early now.

uwu: detention??? stupid perfs uggh

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: hey it’s ankoku, fumi got knocked out and i want to hurt the people who did it but fumi said no and im so mad but im trying

sugarsnappea: oh no. @ArtCollector can you help??

ArtCollector: Yes, I believe so. Ankoku, a purple portal will open near you. Don’t be alarmed. We will help you. I also now have a school to… discipline.

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way:  okay! I’m possessing a cat right now and i dont wanna be in it for too long or it might die so imma join fumi again. bye!!

sugarsnappea: and there’s a good topic change! i wonder if ankoku is feeling extremely strong emotions, does it negatively impact the host? Raven has told me that when she’s mad he feels achey and distressed, even to the point of crying before, but it’s not a confirmation.

purblevilli: and there he goes.

Today’s gender is female: Honestly, if he didn’t want to be a hero, I’d suggest he become an analyst 

intotheverse: yuh 

~OoO~

#general-chat (2: 19 am)

sugarsnappea: I’ve discovered that when Collector is asleep, this server gets SO much easier to break into. Are ANY of the mods, like, good at cyber-protection??? @owo @uwu

i can make you a brain-powered coffee machine: I’ve been here for maybe four years? I could help. I’d like to think I’m good at cybersecurity. I know @3amZoomies is also rather good, if not better than me. She boasts to have hacked UA once. i already occasionally do sweeps and usually see her or collector idle.

3amZoomies: I WAS SUMMONED??? Oh hi coffee!! need something?!!

i can make you a brain-powered coffee machine: uh, sugarsnappea was wondering if there were any mods with cyber-experience and well, none of them do? But we do? So we could be like cyber-admin??

3amZoomies: ooooo fun!!!! @ArtCollecor cmonnnn i’ve already been fending off Nezu when ur asleep! It’s a fun game but I figured you wouldnt want him in until you beat him in chess.

sugarsnappea: I’ve been working on coding and stuff for a year or two…. maybe a little more? so I’m decent, and I have noticed two strings of code pretty much dancing in the net recently. is that you and nezu, zoomie?

3amZoomies: Yuh!!! It’s so fun. He’s always changing his code which helps me get better >:)

3amZoomies: Oh! I see you! You’ve got a solid defense too! 

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sugarsnappea: dahskdjsa pay attention to nezu not me :breakdown:

i can make you a brain-powered coffee machine: lol lucky i kicked him so fast zoomie. im in class though so please stay focused.

ArtCollector: I am awake now. I will work on gathering cyber-guards so that we may prolong the inevitable. Also, keep an eye on the web. I’ve felt another tech quirk floating dangerously close to small community servers. We’re a couple layers deeper so I think we’re fine for now but please keep an eye on it.

sugarsnappea: Oh! I’d noticed something strange too. I thought that the API in another server im in was down but then the entire server was just gone. I was dm’ed later by a member of another server that went down a While back and well… apparently its an unknown. no one knows where it’s coming from. I tried tracking it and was completely walled out. I reset all of my stuff after that. It’s why i left the server for a week. my CPU doesn’t normally overheat on discord, and it was, so I basically isolated myself until it passed.

ArtCollector: smart. You’re on the team. along with zoom, and coffee. 

frogger: ah. i unmuted chat earlier and forgot to remute. it woke me. hello everyone, kero.

sugarsnappea: hey frogger!!! im sorry we woke you!

frogger: its fine. my little brother came in a minute ago from a nightmare anyways.

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: I exist within the void to bathe in the chaos of this shadowed community.

sugarsnappea: oh hey raven. how’s your sister. (and you)

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: asleep. I am well. Improving my ability by practicing on the squirrel eating my window sill. How are you, sugarsnappea, frogger?

frogger: tired, kero. apparently the lions at the zoo scared my brother. his quirk makes his instincts go haywire sometimes.

sugarsnappea: im good! a little tired but my brain wont shut down.

intotheverse: felt.

~OoO~

#general-chat (8:03am)

extraterrestrial by katy perry: so after like three or four more melted showers my parents have bought a more resilient shower for people with destructive quirks.

extraterrestrial by katy perry: also i have concluded that i’m genderfluid!! please alternate between she/he/they/xe !!! 

sugarsnappea: oh wow nice! to both things!! 

intotheverse: not me realizing we never did the pronoun thing. I use he/him. I tried he/they for a bit but it didn’t vibe. (yes i know there are roles. idc some people don’t check em)

sugarsnappea: he/him too!

purblevilli: he/they. gender is a lie and so i sink into the enby void.

frogger: ayo, kero. she/they but I’m also NB. 

sugarsnappea: valid.

Carmille: i don’t care what pronouns you use, but most people just go with she/her. 

emotionaldamage: i love how i get sidetracked with my gaming server and I come back and there are new people. he/him. they is okay. i’ll kill anyone who uses she/her in reference to me though :)

ArtCollector: no, you won’t. I will.

polar express: and this. this is why i joined your group. She/her please. 

i like trains: I would like to be referred to as he/him. 

shocking news: uhh, he/they. sorry to change the topic but i just watched something stupidly funny.

shocking news: there was a random cat just grooming itself and like, this fully grown man is walking with his friend (idk they were holding hands so maybe more) and this man just like, casually picks up the cat and they keep walking. I hear the man say “We’re keeping it.”

shocking news: and his buddy goes “We already have five! We don’t need more!” and then they like, walked off, bickering. It was so funny and idk why.

ArtCollector: see, I know the couple you speak of, and this is endlessly amusing for me.

intotheverse: lol. thats adorable.

purblevilli: oh im so using this.

~OoO~

#general-chat (3:12am)

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: my sister just broke my closet door trying to do a ‘cool new trick’ with a mouse.

sugarsnappea: oh wow. how are your parents stil asleep?

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: they aren’t. 

purblevilli: oop. everything all good though?

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: Yes. I now have a broken door. I also had to explain why my ‘quirk’ was possessing a mouse.

sugarsnappea: ah. howd that go

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: Luckily my parents are both very open minded and believe me. I just have to use my allowance to pay for a new door, which is understandable due to the fact this is not the first time it’s happened. They are elated to have another child though, and apologized profusely for seeing her as a quirk for many years. An unnecessary apology in her eyes.

sugarsnappea: im glad it all worked out.

purblevilli: yuh.

~OoO~

Izuku sighed, wiping a cloth over his forehead. All Might wasn’t terrible when it came to body-building, but he was trying to make Izuku built like a brick, which completely disregarded his own goals. He was lucky he had Collector and None helping him edit the ‘American Dream’ training plan. It was exhausting to keep up with, but he managed.

He did get days where he was kept home in his room due to his mother having sudden bouts of anxiety. Each time he had to message All Might and lie, telling him his mother was in poor health and he often had to stay home to look after her. On these days he would focus purely on his flexibility, doing stretches and holding positions that only got more and more complicated and intricate.

Standing in front of the mirror he had in his room, he could admit he had filled out over recent months. Before he was in shape, now he was getting better. His room looked better, his grades looked better (if Collector hacked into Aldera’s database to give him the grades he should be getting, then that’s neither here nor there.), and even he could admit that he himself looked better, mentally and physically.

He was so grateful for the discord. He’d probably be dead if it weren’t for everyone there. His evenings were filled with jumping jacks and other indoor-able exercises, before he cooled down with more stretches and messaged the discord. He and Collector had become the unofficial quirk counselors, and most people deferred to Izuku due to the fact he was more available. Collector was often resting, or busy helping Tomura, a man he’d met a few times when visiting Collector. Tomura suffered from PTSD and would occasionally have flashbacks and his quirk would go haywire.

Izuku didn’t know all of the details, but Tomura didn’t want to give up the quirk and Collector always looked guilty when it was brought up.

“I’m the reason he’s an orphan. He doesn’t want me to take the quirk, so all I can do is help him as best I can. I’m no therapist though. And because he is legally dead, he can’t get signed up. I’m looking for an alternate solution, but until then, we are stuck.” Izuku shook the memory away, moving his head to stare at the gritty popcorn ceiling. He was so bored. He was tired too. Maybe he could sleep early today? No harm in trying. He bade the discord goodnight and slipped under his blanket, quickly drifting into a restful sleep.

~OoO~

#general-chat (6: 17am, a few months later)

sugarsnappea: THE ENTRANCE EXAM IS TODAY FFFFFFFFSHSH

purblevilli: mine is toooooooooo. hhhhhhhh.

intotheverse: good luck you two!!! 

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: I too have my exam today.

shocking news: oh wow me too.  we’re going for UA all together pog?

extraterrestrial by katy perry: meeeee tooo!! 

john cena: wow. mee too! we’re all gonna see each other and not know!!! well, except me. im invisible hehe.

Today's gender is she/they: Best of luck you guys!

ArtCollector: I believe in all of you. Go prove to hero society that you matter. Also robots' eyes have sensors, and are glass. That is all.

sugarsnappea: sensor destruction= robot downed!!!! wow this will help so many people!! thanks sensei.

ArtCollector: shoo. you’re running late already.

sugarsnappea: sdjfhksadjf!!!! bye.

Izuku hurried to get ready. Hopefully his mom had already left for work or else he’d be even later. She was overwhelming when she started worrying. He had to be at UA before 8: 30, and he still needed to go to Dagobah to meet with All Might. He hurried to pull on his shoes, and hearing his mom’s bedroom door open, he bolted out of the house and down the stairs, streaking towards the beach.

It only took twenty minutes at a dead sprint, and he stood panting on the shore, sucking in air faster than an asthmatic. He could see All Might standing in front of the waves of the beach he managed to finish completely only yesterday. “All-Yagi-san!!”

“IZUKU MY BOY! ARE YOU READY? To inherit my power?”

Izuku ignored the little voice in his head that cried no ‘that you want to be a quirkless hero on your own power' and nodded, grinning. “Yeah!”

“Okay then….. EAT THIS!!!” Izuku stalled. Bluescreened even. In All Might’s hand was a single, golden hair.

“Eat… your hair?”

“Yes! My power can only be transferred through DNA!” Izuku had doubts. Especially if All For One was stockpiled in there. Tentatively, he took the hair and hurried to snap everything but the root and shove said root into his mouth. He coughed with his mouth closed and pulled out his water from his bag, chugging it.

“GOOD LUCK MY BOY. I believe in you! To activate the quirk, just clench your butt and yell SMASH!” and, All Might was gone. Wow. Izuku spent a few minutes gathering himself. After all, a lot just happened. He just ate one of the Number One hero’s hairs. He would, within the next hour or so, have an overpowered quirk that could potentially hurt him. It wasn’t until he checked the time that he hurried to get to the train station. He had a little over an hour to get to UA.

Izuku found himself filled with anxiety. What if One For All didn’t manifest? What if he couldn’t use it? What if he didn’t get enough points? He only applied for UA! If he didn’t get in he’d easily be able to get tutoring from Collector, but still. He put on his headphones and turned up his brainrot playlist. He needed a distraction and hyperpop was always a good solution

Time passed quickly as he listened to the fast paced beat of his music. Soon enough, he was getting off the train and racing up to the entrance of UA. Stepping up to the gate was a surreal experience. UA was huge. Pictures could never do it justice. Large and blocky, made completely of stone, probably quirk-proof glass, and blue paneling, it was a blinding sight on such a bright sunny morning.

The gate was intimidating. There was obviously an intricate security system, and stepping across almost felt like a crime. He knew people that society called villains. Would Nezu side with the discord when he finally got through? Or was it all just so he could cause destruction to the only safe place he had? That was a thought for later. He stepped over the boundary between the city and UA, tension he wasn’t aware of relaxing as he continued to walk. He was halfway to the testing center when he was violently shoulder-checked. 

“Stay out of my way, Deku.”

“Good luck Kaachan.” What luck. Kaachan had the perfect heroic quirk that really should have been seen as a ‘villains’ quirk. Come on, explosions from his hands? He could easily kill someone, or take down a building. Izuku could only guess that’s why they built him the way they did, praising him and trying to make him the perfect hero. Izuku wouldn’t wish the hardship of being a victim of discrimination on anyone though, so he moved his train of thought to the people flooding in late. There was a boy who was built like a pink boulder, all but quivering with nerves. A purple haired boy who looked like he needed way too much caffeine was fidgeting with his sleeve, staring at the bricks he walked on.

A pink girl with yellow horns raced by him, knocking into him and spinning around, kicking off the ground with a hurried shout of “OHshootSORRY!” before she was gone. Izuku found himself smiling, a buzz that wasn’t anxiety, but excitement , as he entered the building. 

‘ wow… ’ Izuku thought, eyes wide in awe. The building looked a lot less impressive on the outside. This was an enormous room, the farthest point so far away it was just a dark corner. He was approached by none other than Cementoss, who asked for his middle-school ID number. He was then handed a card with a seat number and testing zone.

He walked around, looking for his seat. Luckily, it didn’t take too long, so soon he was seated and facing the stage down at the center of the room. Looking on either side of him he noticed he was next to none other than Kaachan, who was ignoring him. Small blessings. On his other side sat a person with a crows hea-

“Raven? Variant with villi and sider? The one with Ankoku??” The words slipped out before he could catch them, and he freaked internallyt because what if he was wrong oh god. His spiral was cut off by ‘Raven’s’ reaction.

Raven looked startled, borderline alarmed. Their feathers were a little ruffled too. Izuku gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, that was a lot. I’m sugarsnap.”

Raven blinked, probably still in a little shock. Izuku gave them a moment, noticing a dark, yellow-eyed entity peeking out of their collar. “No, you are fine… I was just caught off guard. My name is Tokoyami Fumikage. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I must thank you for helping me with the specifics of my quirk.”

Izuku beamed. “It’s no problem! You would have figured it out without me eventually. You’re very smart!! I’m Midoriya Izuku! He/him!”

Tokoyami did something that was probably a smile, but their beak wasn’t made to form human expressions. Izuku found it cool. “Xe/xem/xeir. And Ankoku uses She/her.”

Speaking of Ankoku, she was stretching towards Izuku, almost shyly. “ She wants to thank you for helping her discover herself as a person. She has taken to possessing the birds near my house to get out on her own.” Oh wow that’s a strange feeling. It has the same vague intrusive thought feeling, but the words kinda nullify it. 

“You helped me, zuzu. I’m a person because of you. So thank you!” Ankoku’s voice was tinny, a little echoey. Her yellow eyes moved up into a crescent, and Izuku was reminded of a certain mist-being’s smile.

“You’re welc-”

“Can the two of you shut the f*ck up? Deku, this extra doesn’t care about you.” Tokoyami’s feathers  puffed up a little, xeir crimson eyes darkening in anger. Kaachan paled a little before going back to resolutely ignoring them.

“Did you just-”

“Yes. He was being rather rude. Deku. Such a nasty way to refer to a human being. Anyways, from what the Collector said, I’ll need to rely on her strength. I fear I haven’t trained hardly enough to defeat the robots on my own.”

Izuku’s attention was drawn to the stage, where a hero in black and yellow strode out towards the podium. The lights in the room dimmed a little more, and his hands flew up to cover his ears as a loud shout near-busted his eardrums.

“YEEEEEAAAAH! Welcome listeners, to this years UA ENTRANCE EXAM! Can I get a YEAH!?”

There were a few scattered yells that quickly petered out. Izuku anxiously fidgeted. He wanted to join in but also, no one in his area had yelled. He didn’t want to be stared at…

“THANK YOU!! Now! Today’s exam will consist of TWO PARTS! Part one, is the written exam!!! This is what you are about to take, yeah?! You will be given three hours to complete four sections, english, math, history, and science! HOWEVER!! There are two more sections that you can do if you happen to finish all the others early! These are NOT required!” Present Mic made an ‘X’ with his arms. A projector in the room came on, the screen displaying a timer.

“If you look under your chair, you will find a test book with your name on it! Please place it on your desk and locate the pencil that should be attached to your book! Any extra supplies will be provided! Remember to try YOUR best and go beyond PLUS ULTRA!!”

Izuku managed to whisper along with the much louder shout that echoed the voice hero’s words. He pulled out the test book and waited for the timer to start.

“AAAAAAAND GOOOO!”

The outside world quickly became of little importance as Izuku flew through the book, only answering questions he knew he knew. When he was done with the main four sections, he decided to peek through the other two. There were still two hours left on the clock. He flew through the quirk section, answering every question, and found that the last section only consisted of one question.

What is your idea of a hero?

Izuku decided he’d do that question last. He still needed to finish the first four sections. He had an hour and a half left. He carefully and meticulously went over all the questions again, still going through them far too quickly for his tastes. Finally, he reached the last question again. He raised his hand for a few pieces of paper. As soon as he managed to get the extra paper, his hand was flying across lines, a flood of words spilling across the paper, uncaring of grammar as he hurried to give his full honest answer.

He ended up needing more paper.

And more.

And-

“TIME!!!! Pencils down, books closed! Any loose sheets need to be placed in the book! Once complete, everyone file out for water and snacks. You will be led to the cafeteria where food will be provided! Come back in an hour for more instruction for the physical portion!”

Izuku left with Tokoyami, the two chatting about the exam. They both were confident they did well, both being top students at their school regardless of discrimination. Izuku learned that Tokoyami loves apples and will eat as many as xe could get xeir hands on. Izuku just grabbed katsudon. He ate until he was full enough to exert himself and not puke, because katsudon was too good to throw up.

Time was flying and before they knew it they were back in the auditorium, listening to Mic explain the physical portion. There were four types of robots worth a differing amount of points. They were all built differently, and yet all of them had the same glass orb that worked as a sensor.

One For All or not, he could do this.

He could not do this. He’d taken out maybe ten robots, and sat somewhere around 24 points. Time was almost up and he kept having to pull people out of danger. A minute later the ground started shaking and izuku groaned as a giant f*cking robot rose out of the center of the faux city. So many people were going to get hurt! What the h*ll, UA?? Izuku ran towards the robot. He couldn’t run away, knowing people were about to get hurt. Debris was flying everywhere and Izuku pulled several students out of the way before they could become heavily injured. He tripped a blue kid with engine legs before he could speed straight into a chunk of rebar.

He was so done and he hadn’t even hit the epicenter of this explosive mess. A cry of pain caught his attention and he reacted, running over to a pile of rubble. “F*ck! OW. Help! I’m stuck under this!” A few more colorful curses were heard as Izuku darted over, hands hovering over the rubble. He couldn’t move any of it with the ground shaking like this. It could all collapse on top of whoever was trapped.

“Hey! I’m here, can you reach through any of this? I need to try and get a feel for where you are or you could end up more hurt.”

A thin hand reached its way through the pile, and Izuku grabbed it. “I’m right here!” he called. “I’m gonna go shut the robot down before it gets closer and possibly causes worse injuries. I need you to stay calm okay? Just breathe as best you can. Use anything you have to try and filter some of the dust.”

A noise of affirmation was heard and Izuku grabbed a metal rod that was probably part of a support beam and ran straight to the Zero Pointer. There’s a brown haired girl running away, and he catches her wrist. He’d seen her using her quirk. some kind of zero gravity. “Hey! I need you to go down that alley and take a right. There will be a pile of rubble near a collapsed building. Under the rubble is a person. I’ll get there as soon as I can but please save them!”

She nodded and ran. Izuku turned back to the zero pointer, watching it get closer. He needed air, to get high enough to break its sensor. The glass was probably more fragile due to the effort needed to make the rest of it. Probably. God he hoped so.

He felt a warmth envelop him. Red glowing lines marked his skin and he crouched, jumping straight up with a voice-breaking scream. As soon as he was level with the zero pointer’s eye, he threw the metal rod with a glowing arm. The rod went straight through the zero pointer’s main circuit, and the robot creaked to a stop. Yes! Izuku celebrated before reaching peak height and falling. 

‘f*ck f*ck f*ck holy crap I’m fallING OW MY LEGS! MY ARM!!’ His arm and legs were flapping in the air as he free fell through the air. How would he land?? His body was in no shape for any kind of landing. Suddenly he was yanked towards a building. There was something wrapped around his middle. He collided with something wide and fleshy. Whatever it was barely budged. And Izuku wasn’t dead. He looked up to see a masked face.

Looking around revealed a black haired teen who was almost as plain as Izuku himself. “Are you okay dude? You were falling pretty fast and-holy are your legs okay?!”

“No, they’re shattered. Quirk. ow.” Izuku was exhausted. The buzzer for the end of the exam sounded. He didn’t have time to wallow in despair though. “Can you take me to that alley there?” He pointed over the edge. “There was a kid buried under rubble and I wanna make sure they’re okay.” He needed to make sure the kid was okay even if he failed the exam and never saw UA again.

The masked boy nodded and suddenly Izuku was lifted up, snugly wrapped in the webbing of the boy’s six arms.

They approach the alley to see the brown haired girl moving rubble methodically, carefully moving each piece so the whole pile doesn’t collapse.

“Hey, you in there? I stopped the zero pointer, but I kinda can’t help.” A thumbs up and labored breathing was all he got.

“I think they’re freaking out.” The girl said. “Elbow-dude, can you help me? I’ll tell you which pieces to move. My family is in construction, so I’ve helped with a few accidents.”

Together the pile was soon diminished enough for the masked boy to hoist someone who Izuku recognized to be the tired purple kid from earlier up off the ground.

“Are you okay?” Purple sat next to Izuku, breathing catching every so often. He was obviously experienced in dealing with panic attacks.

“Yeah. just claustrophobic. I’ll be fine in a minute. I don’t think I passed though.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m Midoriya Izuku. I don’t think I passed either.”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.”

The other three kids sat down too, waiting for Shinsou to catch their breath. 

“Shouji Mezou. he/him” Masked boy said after a moment of silence.

“Sero Hanta! They/them!” Sero was picking a rock out of their elbow slits, and using their own tape to clean the rubble-dust from the inside. When they thought no one was looking, they pulled out a vape and hit it. 

“Uraraka Ochako. She/her.”

Izuku groaned as he tried to shift. “Remind me to never use 100%. It breaks my bones. I need those.

Shinsou laughed, picking themself up and brushing off their clothes. “Let’s go find a doctor or nurse or something.” They pulled Izuku out of the way suddenly as a loose brick fell from the building next to him. “Please.” They added on, warily looking up at the rooftops.

Izuku was lifted by Shouji, and off they went. They were near the middle of the exam field, so it took a few minutes to reach the gate, where a short woman was walking around to people, handing out candy and kissing wounds away.

“Hey we’ve got someone pretty banged up over here!” Sero called out, and the lady waddled over, passing a critical eye over Izuku as he was set down as gently as possible.

“Oh my. Your quirk did this to you? tsk. Here. Eat these.” Izuku quickly ate the gummies she handed him and watched her lips stretch before everything got really heavy and he passed out.

The last thing he felt was the sensation of being lifted.

~OoO~

Izuku woke slowly, similar to when he managed to get a full night’s rest.(Ha, rest? What’s that?) Opening his eyes led to fluorescent lights and white ceilings. Was he in a hospital? He remembered passing out, probably due to Recovery Girl’s quirk. 

He sat up and flexed his arm, rolling his ankles. Upon discovering no pain, he moved to get off the bed.

“Oh, You’re awake. There’s two kids waiting outside for you.” Recovery Girl handed him a few more gummies and shooed him away.

Two boys? Izuku opened the door to see Sero and Shinsou. Sero was playing with their vape, staring off into space, and Shinsou was staring at the ceiling, a pair of headphones on their head. He could faintly hear Set It Off playing. They both noticed him at the same time.

“Hey dude! I wanted to make sure you were okay! Shouji had to go, but he gave me a paper with his number or somethin’ on it. Are you okay now?”

Izuku nodded, smiling nervously. “Yeah I’m all, hmm, all healed. Why did you two wait for me?” Izuku’s throat tensed as he tried to contain his nervous hums. They were annoying, people didn’t like them.

“That’s good to hear. We just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“I wanted to thank you for helping me calm down, and getting help. And I guess for stopping the zero pointer.” Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t exactly have a physical quirk, so I was pretty stuck.”

“It’s no problem! I just wanted to help! Uh, I do need to get home though… Do you have qwitter or discord?” Not that he really went on Qwitter.

“Uh, yeah.” Both of them said at the same time. Izuku pulled out his phone. 

“Mine is purblevilli#6778.” Shinsou pulled out his phone to accept the friend request, only to get an excited gasp from Izuku as he practically vibrated in place.

“Ohmygod you’re purble!!! I can’t add you, we’re already friends! I’m sugarsnappea#4280!!” Izuku and Purble had a lot of late night tronding in dms over the past two years, ever since they discovered they were around the same age and had been (still was for Izuku, but he’d never admit it.) in sh*tty situations.

“ You’re sugarsnappea?! You’re tiny! ” Shinsou spluttered, eyes wide. “Holy sh*t, Snap saved me!” The emotional moment was interrupted by Sero, who cleared their throat. 

“Uh, sorry, but I have to get going soon. I really don’t mean to interrupt but I want to get y’all on discord before I go? Sorry.”

Izuku scrambled to reassure them. “No no, It’s fine! Shinsou and I can always meet up later! Here, what’s your tag?”

Sero pulled up discord on their own phone. “Uh, it’s flexxxtapePeter#2102.” Izuku quickly sent Sero a request, grinning as his request was accepted. He instantly made a groupchat.

“Okay. Let’s head home, I know my mom is going to be pretty worried.” Because of course she was. He’d written her a note and slid it under her door last night, explaining him taking the entrance exam.

“Yeah. My parents are probably waiting for a play-by-play.” Sero chuckled, brushing some of their hair back, before just pulling out a beanie from their bag. It was yellow, and obviously well loved. They traversed through the halls, looking for the exit. At some point they found a vending machine, where Sero popped a couple dollars in and bought each of them a drink.

“What’s..Monster?” He held a red and green can in his hand. It was covered in detailed firework art. An energy drink? Sero had a white can, and Shinsou had a purple one. The entire vending machine was full of a variety of flavors. Looking at the nearest door, he realized why.

-SUPPORT DEPARTMENT-

He had only rumors from the internet about how caffeine driven the support course was. He wasn’t surprised there was a caffeine port right outside it.

“Yeah. It’s my lifeblood some nights. Helped me pass middle school. Now I just drink it for the flavor. That one is watermelon. A bit too sweet for me. But it matched your,” Sero gestured to all of Izuku. “Thing.” They finished lamely. “And purple for Shinsou because, well, same reason.”

“Jokes on you, this is my favorite flavor.” Shinsou then proceeded to?? Pull out their keys?? and crack a hole in the bottom, placing their mouth over the hole before cracking the tab open and flat out chugging the drink.

“Shinsou?? Are you okay??”

“No. But that’s for my,” They were cut off by a long burp, holding a hand over his stomach. “My therapist to deal with.”

Sero was grinning slightly, sipping from their monster. “Bro, that was so cool. I ended up so wrecked after shotgunning. My body can’t do it. Frikin alpha sh*t right there. Midoriya, please drink yours slower. Especially if this is your first one.”

Izuku nodded, opening the can and catching a whiff of sharp-sweet and tangy?? Cautiously he brought the can to his mouth and took a sip. His eyes widened. “Woah. That’s hmm, that’s good!” Already a light buzz was starting under his skin, and he began fidgeting with the can, tapping the sides in an unknown rhythm.

“Dude, this isn’t your first time drinking caffeine, is it?” Izuku’s eyes felt wide, were they wide? He thinks they’re wide.

“It is? Is that bad?”

“No, just-” Sero was visibly trying not to laugh. “I feel obligated to make sure you get home without breaking something. You already look jumpy, like a rabbit.”

Oh. “Caffeine does that? I thought it just woke you up? Mom drinks coffee and she never looks like how I feel.” Izuku took another sip. Oh! They found the entrance! Stepping into the sun felt nice.

“Yeah no, caffeine while rested can jack you up. Might wanna like, go for a run or something. Burn it off.” Izuku bounced with each step, humming unconsciously. Sero was watching Izuku with mirth in their eyes. Even Shinsou, pupils dilated (because man does that much caffeine at once hit) , looked amused. 

“Sero, you better pray he doesn’t get hooked. My pops drank a Red Bull once and hasn’t looked back and he spent a good two weeks getting used to caffeine and it threw all of us off. It was funny, because he got really hyper before passing out for like, 8 hours, but geez. Midoriya is like, really smart and already rambles a lot on discord. Imagine caffeinated analysis.” They shook their head, keeping an eye on Izuku who felt almost what he imagined a high felt like. Maybe he was just really happy? No one was being mean, they were all talking like (questionably) normal people, maybe even friends, and there was a buzz under his skin that felt energizing.

He didn’t even notice all of the ‘weird’ movements he usually hid happening. He felt happy, almost comfortable. No one mentioned them, Shinsou just glad that their friend was happy, and Sero was happy that they had people to vibe with.

~OoO~

UA Friends [Groupchat] (9:21pm)

sugarsnappea: Hey! Thank you for walking home with me!

flexxxtapePeter:  np! 

[sugarsnappea HAS ADDED maskedcryptid TO UA Friends]

sugarsnappea: sorry for taking so long to add you. I ended up going for a run.

maskedcryptid: it’s okay. it’s nice that we share a server though.

flexxxtapePeter: server?

purblevilli: uh, hm. i think we can add you lets just ask the owner.

sugarsnappea: I’ll add Collector. He can verify fastest.

[sugarsnappea HAS ADDED ArtCollector TO UA Friends]

sugarsnappea: Do your thing ig.

UA Friends [Groupchat] (9:54pm)

flexxxtapePeter: i have been adequately terrified. wth man.

sugarsnappea: he does that. 

purblevilli: yeah, its his thing. just saw your join notification so welcome ig. dw you’ll randomly get handed something you like while walking down the street one day as an apology. mine was deathwish coffee. best and worst two months of my life. 

sugarsnappea: mine was a whole new notebook set with nice pens!

maskedcryptid: Gummy bears ^_^

flexxxtapePeter: how does he know what you like??

sugarsnappea: he’s the Collector. It’s rare that you find information he doesn’t already know. He still doesn’t know what exactly Nezu is though.

purblevilli: it’s obvious. nezu is the principal.

[ArtCollector HAS LEFT UA Friends]

sugarsnappea: lkdfLKHDF-

sugarsnappea: shinsou!!! you made him leave?? lmaosakjdf

maskedcryptid: lol he fed up with nezu mystery.

flexxxtapePeter: F.

sugarsnappea: also covering your camera doesn’t work. You’ll wake up and your camera will be uncovered. every. single. time.

flexxxtapePeter: I- bro??

#general-chat (9:45pm)

purblevilli: snap just had caffeine for the first time it’s so funny

intotheverse: I-

intotheverse: who-? Who gave him caffeine. who. 

purblevilli: the new person. @flexxxtapePeter lol

flexxxtapePeter: i swear bro, i didn’t know! and u stood in front of him and shotgunned your monster! at least i drank mine normally

purblevilli: normal is overrated anyways so…

flexxxtapePeter: ffffffff-

sugarsnappea: see im listening to my hyperpop, SugarCrash!! on in the background and I return to this. Monster is poggers. hush about it. i may have caffeine intolerance tho but im not complaining.

intotheverse: tbh now I wanna see you shotgun a monster. I did that with a rip it once and it wasn’t terrible, but i was bloated for a bit.

sugarsnappea: maybe one day? i don’t want to drink them too often. I heard they can be addicting.

purblevilli: see. see you say that now. but i know you. 

sugarsnappea: shut.

Today's gender is he/they: gentle reminder to drink water if you have monster. Actual hydration is important

sugarsnappea: oh yeah definitely! I’d hate to collapse of dehydration after training!

flexxxtapePeter: ahaha couldn’t be me. never passed out a day in my life.

sugarsnappea: are you ok?/g

flexxxtapePeter: is anyone ever?

purblevilli: valid

intotheverse: mood.

sugarsnappea: i mean you’re right but you shouldn’t say it.

~OoO~

The next week was terrible. Mom wouldn’t let him leave his room, again. His stomach growled for hours as she spent all day at work or out with Mitsuki, briefly coming to give him a bowl of white rice with ham when she got home. He managed to get her to give him a water bottle. He groaned as his stomach rumbled again. It was Saturday. His mom had to let him out soon or he’d break the window lock just to get some air.

The wifi was out too, and he didn’t have any data this month. He let out a frustrated shout, knowing that no one was home. A waver in the air caught his eye and he sat up, eyes slowly widening at the purple portal forming. He’d only visited Collector a few times, always planned out visits so he could avoid being caught by All Might or his mom. Hurriedly he rolled off his bed and threw on a hoodie, grabbing a pair of shoes and leaping through. Was it smart? No, no it wasn’t. Did he care? No.

On the other side was a familiar bar, Kurogiri cleaning his glasses (again) behind the bar counter. There was a purpley-pink haired woman nursing a glass, as well as a greasy looking man standing in a corner, talking to a television.

Tomura was screaming upstairs. Probably lost another game. 

“Hello, Midoriya. Sensei told me to give you this.” Kurogiri placed a paper bag on the counter. Opening it up revealed an American breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and a bowl of grits with cheese in them. There was a biscuit in the bag as well, and Izuku cheered.

“Thanks!” He dug in readily. Even if it was poisoned he wouldn’t complain, even though he trusted Sensei too much to really suspect that.

“I should be getting my letter soon, I’m not sure when, but if Sensei catches any wind let me know because Mom will throw it away and tell me I was rejected.”

“Do not worry, Izuku. Sensei makes sure everyone in the server gets their letters. He’s done it for maybe eight or nine years now. “

“Good. Tell him I said thank you, as he seems a little busy with the man in the corner.”

“That’s Giran. He’s an information broker. He’s telling Sensei of a child trafficking ring. Sensei will likely free the children as soon as he can gather people from the shelter willing to help.”

Izuku imagined a bunch of kids, terrified and possibly injured. He then unwillingly imagined himself in their place. “I’m joining in on that raid. Regardless of what Sensei wants. I’ll do it completely quirkless.”

Kurogiri merely blinked at him before his eyes moved up into crescents. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. None, Purble, Masked, Shocking, E.T., and Verse- as well as a few others- are all trying to convince Sensei to allow them onto the raid team. I believe Magne here was already added.”

The woman at the bar nodded. “I couldn’t just sit and let kids be taken and sold to be used for anyone's sick wants.”

“What’s the age range?” Izuku asked. Were they taking infants? 

“From our intel so far we’ve noticed anywhere from three year olds to fourteen, even fifteen.”

“Okay.” Izuku nodded, making his way over to the TV, calling over his shoulder. “Thank you!”

He had a heist to plan. 

Chapter Text

workin hella hard till they put me in the dirt

gonna go far man listen to my words

gonna be a star man life's like a blur

when your workin this hard yeah you get what you deserve

Life-Neffex

#general-chat (11:34pm)

Art Collector: I would appreciate it if you lot would cease the dm spam. I’m not letting you on the team. You are largely children.

sugarsnappea: no. <3

intotheverse: no i refuse. you know how I feel about kids like that!!

sugarsnappea: Yeah, and not all of us are completely inexperienced!

ArtCollector: I said. No. 

intotheverse: yk what fine. ill stop. angrily so.

intotheverse: stupid potato

purblevilli: I- :wheeze:

Planning [GROUPCHAT] CREATED BY intotheverse#9505

intotheverse: so id add ocean but shes got like, alot going on rn and doesnt even know about this. i wanna go on the raid but its clear that collector wont allow it due to us being minors.

Izuku found he liked Verse more and more each day. First, however, security. He didn’t doubt that the Collector was lurking with one of his many techno-based quirks. 

sugarsnappea: one moment. i need to encode this chat so that it looks far away from us and the server. collector lurks around this cyber-city, cuz we’re in his discord and therefore linked to the code around it.

-sugarsnappea has edited the groupchat-

M45T3RM1ND: so everyone here will have a new name. these names are encoded. these will be used now and for any future heists. it’s snap btw.

L05TV3R53: oh wow. im verse,

AC1DB453: oh. oh i like. it’s et.

L1V3W1R3: thx for adding me. shocking.

M0THM4N: You know, I really don’t think my name suits me. Masked.

S1R3NS0NG: its purble. I dont think ill be able to sneak out so ill have to be on camera patrol. ive got a couple screens i can multi-cctv drag. i hope to nezu you didnt add none because he’ll report us to collector AND ground me.

M45T3RM1ND: understandable. anyways. im in mustafu and the main ring is a whole prefecture away. gen locations needed for coord. i want to shut down the branches, cut off the roots. the shelter will experience a large influx of members as we do this. sensei will undoubtedly realize its us, but depending on success rate, he may leave us be. i want us to go in ready to save kids, not die fighting. so purely stealth. 

L1V3W1R3: okay. i’ll grab my sibling’s spare copper knuckles. 

L05TV3R53: ok i know its not the time but ??? copper knuckles???

L1V3W1R3: oh. they’re a vigilante. Zap. not too well known and they think i dont know. they dont live at home but they do visit to like, patch themself up or something. they leave stuff everywhere and i keep having to put it in a box under their old bed.

M45T3RM1ND: could you get them to join our thing? maybe? vigilante experience is better than inexperience.

L05TV3R53: nvm (edited)

L1V3W1R3: i can give it a shot yeah.

-V31N has been added to the chat-

V31N: woah, hey. so like, my little sib has given me a lil summary but from what i hear we’re crashing a trafficking ring? Also im in the server. picket. too busy to be online atm.

M45T3RM1ND: okay. so i’ve been digging up old messages that lead to this particular ring. they’re been in business for around twelve years and take all age ranges. the younger the higher the price so usually they kill kids 16 or older. the older the kids the weaker they are because they stop feeding them and stuff which… sick. genuinely cannot wait until we put our plan into action. zap, imma need ur quirk in my book so i can plan with/around it.

V31N: oh. sure! my quirk is called Arc. I can redirect electric currents! I can’t produce it, or make more. I can only take what exists and basically control it until it inevitably leaks bit by bit into the atmosphere. so usually i have like, something with a broken circut and re-loop the electricity to my copper knuckles and knock people out. I can’t keep the electricity forever, it eventually starts to escape, but I can work with it.

M45T3RM1ND: ... off topic but you realize how great of a hero duo you and shocking would be??? yeah?? ok good. moving on. we’re going to hit the branch near me first, so if you’re near musutafu please lmk. if ur too far to make it out here then don’t worry, ill wire you to siren so you can help with cctv. most cctv will be placed by me due to the fact there likely wont be a lot of city cctv.

M0THM4N: that would be me. i live way out near fukuoka.

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Izuku yawned, stretching until he was dizzy. He was still waiting for his letter, and was trapped in his room. His camera light was off, so Sensei wasn’t watching him at the moment. The man didn’t make a habit of it either, which was a blessing in this case. (Sensei usually checked in once a week, just lingering for five minutes or so to make sure his people were okay. He didn’t tolerate abuse. Everyone in the discord was used to it, and they even compiled a compilation of them waving at a camera and sending it to Sensei on christmas.)

He’d been up for three days planning out the first raid. Zap was amazing, and they always had wild stories to tell when he couldn’t sleep. They were also experienced and gave him advice when he needed it.

He told them that they’d find a bag of cameras somewhere near them one day, as Zoom was just that quick. A waterproofed com appeared on his windowsill one morning, and upon opening discord, he discovered everyone else had obtained one. Next up he directed Zap to the location, where they redirected the main power, causing something similar to an outage, placing cameras in areas where they would likely need visuals on. He was elated to find out that they managed to get a camera into the basement of the main building. The basement was where the kids were held.

The next two days were filled with planning. There were three ways in, disregarding the main entrance, as well as multiple windows that were latched from the inside. There were two other buildings that Zap couldn’t get into, and Izuku couldn’t get any map, info, or access to anything in the building. They couldn’t risk another power outage or suspicions would arise, and they couldn’t afford that because half of the people on the team weren’t experienced. 

They didn’t have a large time frame to do this, as school started in two weeks, but Izuku would make do. There were dozens of children at stake and he needed to save them.

~OoO~

He got his letter two days before the raid. 

Five minutes later he was sobbing in a group call with Shinsou, Sero, and Shoji. He made it in! He was going to be a hero!! They spent a while on call, talking about their weeks when Sero sent a screenshot in chat.

flexxxtape: [screenshot23.jpg] i want in. 

sugarsnappea: im gonna smack shocking i swear. lemme go cover up that whole dm and make sure collector hasnt seen it. tell him im hacking him. >:)

Izuku quickly hacked shocking, removing as much of a trace of the conversation as he could, before lightly berating the boy in dms. He browsed through the cyber-scape, noticing Zoom going at it in code with Nezu again. He also noticed that same string of glitch code hovering around another firewall, and shot a message to Coffee and Collector, asking them to keep an eye on it. Exiting the coding program, he went back to discord, adding Sero to the encoded groupchat as C4PTUR3. The groupchat blew up, and he sat back and lurked, mind going over his plans again. He had to lay them out for the chat later. They needed to be as perfect as possible. No plan survives contact with the enemy, so they needed to not get caught. Once all of the victims were out, he’d drop a pin for None and maybe just the hero line in general.

It’d be a good cover. The villain’s in charge of the ring would believe that the heroes were getting lucky, and would have any plants within the registry looking for intel, while Izuku and his team managed to stay under the radar. And while he cut off the branches, the Collector would be throwing the core into the vipers pit.

It was the day of the raid, and Inko finally let him out. She didn’t do it in person, he just woke up in the morning and his door was unlocked and more of his mom's stuff was missing, but he was out.

(And he knew what Inko was doing. She was getting ready to move, to leave him behind because he was worrying her too much. It was his fault.)

He made himself some food and drank a couple cups of water, before going through his morning workout, finishing off with a run around the block. He lingered outside longer than he should have, glad to finally be free from his weeklong confinement. He wasn’t inside for long though, grabbing a portion of his savings and heading out. He needed to buy a few things to aid him in his mission.

Was he about to be considered a vigilante? Maybe. Did he care? No. Not at all.

He stopped by a hardware store, showing off his ID saying he was quirkless, and successfully managing to purchase two knives. They were both around a foot long total, the blades only being around six inches long. Both were serrated and would be useful in an emergency. Next was a sports store. He bought a pair of knee, shoulder, and elbow pads, as well as a new pair of combat boots. He also stopped by a pharmacy on his way home and bought enough supplies to restock his first aid kit three times. He needed to be prepared.

Finally, he opened his bedroom door, putting together his outfit. A black hoodie to go over a muscle shirt and all of the padding. A pair of cargo pants with hidden pockets that he found at Hot Topic and bought many of. His new boots. He put the boots on to break in before nightfall. They were custom, and had cost him a lot out of his savings. He’d have to do odd jobs for a while to get back to his previous savings. It was worth it for the colored inside, displaying as many pride colors as possible.

Over the next couple of hours there were many taps on his window. First was Livewire, who introduced himself as Kaminari. Then was Zap, who sat in a corner instantly, pressing into it. Which, honestly, was a vibe. Corners were nice. Sero appeared next, wearing a black beanie and some kpop jacket with holes for his elbows. They had a white monster and held up a box with more. It was a variety pack, with all the colors of the rainbow.

“It’s happening at night. Therefore, caffeine.” Izuku just thanked him and cracked open a watermelon flavored one. (His tolerance hasn’t gotten better, thank you. yes, you read that right, hush.) The next one to appear crouched on the tree outside his window was Verse, who introduced himself as Reiki. He wore a black hoodie with ‘PSYCH WARD’ in white, with a cheap plastic oni mask on his forehead. He also had some sick looking steel toed boots. Izuku was sure he saw a boot knife sheath.

“Heya. Nice to meet all of you. Zap, nice to see you again.” Zap saluted. Reiki took a purple monster from the box on Izuku’s desk. He proceeded to sit under the desk, cracking it open and twisting the tab on it, chewing on it between sips.

Last was E.T, who introduced xemself as Mina. He had a dark purple cap with holes for her horns, making them look like part of the hat, as well as a plain black hoodie and leggings. A pair of ratty sneakers completed their outfit. Izuku sighed, pulling out a box with the extra body pads. Anyone who wanted them took them.

Reiki just grabbed knee pads, waving him off when he offered shoulder or elbow pads. “Don’t worry kid, I got a hold of kevlar from this one info broker who wanted me to take out an up-and-coming drug ring. It’s sewn into my hoodie.” Great, so two vigilantes(?) Maybe? Izuku would definitely ask later.

Looking closer did reveal seams everywhere. “Do you get shot a lot?” Izuku asked. Reiki just laughed.

“Yeah, and I’m not even really a vigilante. I just have that kind of luck. Haa, I guess my tendency to hang in alleys at night may be a factor.” That’s how he knew Zap then. He’d love to chat more, but the sun was down and his comm was flashing. He put it in his ear, double tapping to open the link. 

“Siren, you got a visual?” He asked. Everyone in the room sobered up and inserted their comms, an air of seriousness blanketing the room.

“Yeah, you were right. There’s a new import tonight. I’m seeing mainly toddlers, maybe four years old. Maybe one ten year old. I think they’re taking them to location A, which has a high probability of having previous kids.”

“Okay. We’re heading out now.” He tapped to mute himself, keeping the link open. Turning to everyone else, everything started to shift to the left. “Okay people. We’re about to undertake a serious mission. If you want to back out, now is that time. Go home, be safe.”

No one moved. Izuku smiled, feeling a lot more confident in himself than he normally would. He had to save these kids. “Then let’s go. We need to be back in our homes by dawn.”

One by one they jumped from the window to the tree, getting down to ground level quickly. Izuku stopped long enough to close his window to a crack. The streets were empty as they ran through alleyways, into the buiser part of town, where buildings were closer together. Once in range, Izuku kicked off of a dumpster and leapt up, hooking onto a fire escape ladder and climbing up quickly. Once on the roof he looked around for any sign of patrolling underground heroes. He knew of a few that favoured rooftop patrols. Upon no sign of heroes, he waved the others up. One by one, with various amounts of ease, everyone was crouched on the rooftop. 

Izuku took a look at the surrounding rooftops, picking out the fastest route to the train station. Was train hopping a crime? Definitely. Were they doing it? Yep. When he found the best path he bolted, trusting his friends to follow.

The first jump was four feet across, two down. Easy. He kept the momentum up, knowing that Zap and Verse would help the others if they needed it. The train station was five minutes away by roof with no complications, and the next train left in eight minutes. Another jump, Up one foot, across three. The buildings were closer together. That was good. Izuku felt free, and strangely sure of himself as he made each jump.

He could see the station. His legs burned from exertion in the best way. He was just getting started, and he could hear a few breathy exhilarated giggles from the comms as everyone else jumped with him. He knew Zap could be flying across the rooftops far faster than they were, but they were at the back of the group, making sure everyone made each jump. Verse was right next to Izuku, grinning, and from his peripherals he could see Sero, their eyes alight with determination and joy. 

They were doing something that only heroes did. They were on a mission, and they were free. Izuku wasn’t blind to all of their issues, and knew that they would need to do this more. Not on a mission, just out at night jumping around and having fun.

They made it to the train station just as it started to move, and with a barely restrained shout, Izuku jumped, trusting that Sero remembered their part of the plan in this. He caught the street lamp and swung , landing on the station roof with a dull clang. He glanced behind him and saw Sero following behind, landing next to him and using his tape to pull Mina and Kaminari over, as they weren’t skilled or confident to make the jump. Zap and Verse landed on the roof and went ahead of Izuku, Jumping onto the train and catching Mina and Kaminari, balancing them as the train gradually gained speed. 

Izuku exhaled in one breath, steadying himself before bolting and leaping, trusting his friends (and it really was a mission relying on trust, wasn’t it?) to catch him. His arm was caught in a firm hand, and he watched as he was swung around the edge of the train and landed firmly on the roof of the locomotive. He heard a shaky laugh and looked over to see Sero breathlessly laid out on the roof, chest heaving as Zap let go of their arm.

“Bro,” They started as Izuku lifted himself up, staying low as the train reached a constant speed, threatening to blow all of them back. “We should totally do this more.”

Izuku grinned and nodded. Tapping his comm to unmute and cupping his ear to block some of the wind-noise, he spoke. “Siren, which stop?”

Shinsou’s voice crackled through the receptor. “Uh, two.” He cleared their throat. “On the second stop, jump off. You remember the map up to the first building?”

“Nope! But I know the way there and the layout of the compound so as long as I find a way onto a roof I’ll be fine.” Izuku wasn’t worried about the jump details because as long as he found a roof, he could make a clear shot path to the southern side of the prefecture, where there were less patrols, more criminal activity, and their goal, the trafficking building.

“Okay, be careful though.” 

“Of course. The whole plan is based around caution!”

Izuku muted himself once more, turning his attention to the night sky. It was a clear night, which was both a blessing and a curse. They could get spotted easier on a night like this. However there was also no bad weather to combat. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a DM from Art Collector. He ignored it for the moment. It was pointless however, as his comm crackled.

“Midoriya Izuku, what the h*ll do you think you’re doing?” Sensei’s voice rasped.

“I am riding on a train currently. Why?” His attempt to sound innocent was futile.

“I thought I told you and your friends to leave this to the multiple experienced members of the server?”

“You told me I couldn’t help you with your raid. Your operation. So I made my own. You are planning to strike the center of this mess, which won’t solve anything. I’m getting rid of the transfer ports and storage facilities. One by one me and my team will do it. And you can either leave us to it, or help next time. Even None or Screaming would be helpful additions. Or Killercoat. One of them. Now my stop is coming up.”

There was an exasperated sigh, before Sensei replied. “Fine. Next time I shall have a babysitter ready for you and your… team. Now don’t die before Killercoat can get there.”

Izuku beamed. “Oki-doki! Bye-bye sensei!”

There was a crackle, before the comm went silent. The entire team was staring at him with various emotions on their faces. He just laughed. There was still another few minutes before their stop so they sat (more like crouched) in comfortable silence until the train gradually slowed to a halt.

Izuku spotted a metal bar that looked like it connected to a string of light fixtures in the larger train station. It was too high to jump, but a little farther there was a metal walkway that was probably for maintenance workers.

“Sero, how durable is your tape?” He asked.

“Honestly it depends? I have a plant based diet at the moment to see if it helps strengthen my quirk and it seems to work so it can maybe take three to four hundred pounds without snapping?”

“Can you wrap a strip around that beam? I have a thing I can tie to the end so it swings back to us, but we can use your tape to swing across to that maintenance platform and then up that skylight panel that I’m pre-tty sure my knife can bust the lock on.”

Sero took a moment to look at the beam before nodding. They raised their arm and shot tape around the beam, taking a deep breath before grabbing the object Izuku handed them, jumping off the train and swinging. they made it to the other side and cut his tape, grabbing it and tying the- knife??? (Luckily sheathed) to the end of the tape-rope, pushing it back to the others on the train. Izuku had Mina and Kaminari on Verse and Zap’s backs, so they could cross faster.

A man in a ratty leather coat watched from below, videoing to send to his boss. His blue eyes were full of dull amusement. These were the brats he had to watch over tonight. Amazing. They were being surprisingly creative, but black on fluorescent white wasn’t great for stealth. When all of them were across, he ended the video, sending it to the boss, as well as saving it to make a meme of later. He couldn’t run well due to his… many health issues, so he calmly walked back to his motorcycle, ready to head straight to the location the boss gave him and wait for the kids there.

Izuku pocketed his knife while he and the others crouched behind the metal wall of the station roof as a vehicle nearby roared. They waited for the noise to fade before Izuku led the way once more, jumping up to grab the ledge of the station's main office. It was five feet up, so he kicked off the wall and hoisted himself up. While everyone else clambered up, he looked around for the nearest roof. None were low enough, but maybe five feet away from the building there was a window that had a cement protrusion, likely for some sort of window-flower-box-thing. If they jumped to that, they could shuffle over two more sill-protrusions to the fire escape. Each level looked locked so they would have to climb up the outside.

Izuku explained this to his friends, and they all nodded. He took a running jump, catching the sill and moving quickly sideways, fingers white from their grip. He was lucky there was a dip in the cement, likely to keep whatever flowers were put out from falling off the edge. After a moment he reached the fire escape and quickly climbed up.

He was glad this was a stealth mission because he was starting to tire. Months of training made this so much easier, however he knew the others, mainly Kaminari and Mina, may need a break. Sero had been doing parkour for years, according to the enby, so Izuku thinks they’ll be fine.

He made it to the top of the building and sat on the roof, taking a moment to breathe. He wasn’t tired, but his muscles were starting to feel the strain of crouching on a train for over thirty minutes. He stretched, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up. The others did the same as they joined him at the top. Zap finished their climb with a flip, sighing and stretching.

“Here, let’s take a moment. I brought a few waters, but don’t drink too much or you’ll puke.”

Little eight ounce waters were passed out from Zap’s backpack, and everyone voiced their thanks as they hydrated. After around five minutes, Izuku stood back up, stretching one last time. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Everyone stood and stretched, shoulders rolling as they took off. The buildings here were closer together, so they flew across the city, towards the outskirts. After ten minutes of running they began to see more abandoned or dilapidated buildings and said buildings became more spread out. The height differences between buildings grew as well, and Izuku had to lead them over many buildings, using fire escapes to go up and down. Luckily they only had to do this for eight or so buildings before they stood crouched on the building closest to the compound. They took a moment to assess their surroundings and breathe. Izuku noticed a motorbike in an alleyway with a shadowed figure leaning on the wall.

At that moment his phone buzzed.

DIRECT MESSAGES WITH killercoat#7751

killercoat#7751: thats me. boss sent me imma just wait here until it looks like yall f*cked up.

sugarsnappea#4280: okay. 

Izuku pocketed his phone. “So backup is here. It’s Killercoat, from the server. He’s CP and SP and he’s an a*shole.” The last part was said with humor, probably the last joking tone until after they finished this.

Izuku tapped his earpiece. “Siren, lead us in. You should have the plan in dms, so just try to guide us where we need to go.”

“Okay. You know you’re coming in from the roof down. You’re gonna need to stick to the vents. Mina, You’re corroding the hatch that leads to the basement from the outside. Sero you’re with her helping lift everyone out. Zap is going with Kaminari to grab that van around the block that we’ve seen them using to cart the kids in. There’s no plates, so they’re probably getting rid of it soon anyways. Verse is going to be with you, making sure you get down to the office alive and keeping watch as you look through their paper files. Remember, there’s fresh, scared kids, as well as traumatized kids who’ve probably been missing for months. We’re here to help all of them.”

“Okay. Everyone, you heard them. Head out and for the love of Nezu, be safe.” Izuku waited until everyone had jumped down the building before turning to Verse. The man himself was examining Izuku with a critical eye. 

“Snap, are you sure you’re ready for this? There’s a chance this could all go very wrong very fast.” His voice was full of concern. Izuku nodded sharply. 

“Even if I’m not, we came all this way, and there are little children in there who need help and need it now. I’m not going to turn around now.” Reiki smiled then, pride in his eyes.

“Then let’s go.” They jumped a few buildings over until they were close enough to make the jump onto one of the balconies. From there it was a difficult task to jump up to the top of the building. There was no fire escape, and no unlocked window. They had to jump up the balconies and when there wasn’t one, they had to make dangerous leaps up from windowsill to windowsill. A slip in their grip would lead to serious injury or death. They persevered though, and after a few minutes they made it to the top. Taking a moment to catch their breath, the two looked around for the entrance to the interior ventilation system. It was in one of the back corners, and Izuku pulled out one of his knives, prying the rusty cover off with relevant ease.

“Okay Siren, guide me.”

“On it. It’s a steep slide down so be ready to muffle the landing noise as best you can. The camera in the room below isn’t showing anything, but it’s better safe than sorry. Gods, Snap, you better hope these blueprints are up to date.”

Izuku hummed in acknowledgement before pushing off, sliding around eight feet down, letting his body bend with the landing, a dull thud echoing through the metal. He heard the rustle of cloth, and moved out of the way as Verse slid down head first, fingers catching the vent wall and bending as he landed, no noise being produced as his palm ended up flat against the vent wall. It was a practiced move, and Izuku watched as he carefully shifted into a crouch, looking very much catlike as his bony fingers rest splayed out, balancing him. 

Izuku moved forwards, having to pause to unstrap his knee-pads and discard them so that he could move quietly through the vents. 

“Left and then right. There will be another drop. Take it and then another left. Quietly, Snap. There’s a set of thugs outside the room you’ll be sliding over.”

“Got it.” Izuku whispered, deciding to go with Verse’s method. He tucked his knives into the leather flaps in his combat boots, tucking the metal hoodie studs into the hoodie, and slid down the vent soundlessly, and much quicker than he thought. Quickly, as soon as his fingertips touched the metal, he bent them, arms bending as well. His forehead ended up touching the vent wall, and his heart was racing, but no noise was made.

He shuffled out of the way, and waited for Verse, before continuing through the vents. They needed to go down two more levels before they hit the room they needed. It took another ten minutes of vent traversing before Izuku carefully lifted the vent cover to the room they needed to be in, slipping out and into the open.

There were three filing cabinets. Izuku walked over to them. Opening one had documentation of each child that passed through here. Another was full of pay documentation from several well-known businessmen, which Izuku readily took photos of. The final cabinet had documentation of all locations and their uses. Izuku set to work taking photos of each individual paper, including blueprints and maps. Over an hour and a half passed of him doing this, and both of them periodically hid in the vents when Shinsou warned them of people coming near.

Throughout it all he received updates from his friends. Mina and Sero took thirty minutes getting all of the youngest kids out, mainly due to needing to calm all of them down several times, especially upon seeing the van that likely took them. It took another thirty minutes to get the rest of the kids to one of Sensei’s extra warehouses (he had like, two or three in each city. He wouldn’t mind if they used one.) Kaminari was great at keeping them calm in the van, and Zap was a fast driver. All victims were out and on their way to the shelter. Meanwhile Izuku and Verse tried to finish quickly in time for them to return for pickup.

At the two hour mark the comm buzzed. “Hey Snap, it’s Zap. Little sib is starting to run low on energy, and the battery keeps hitting empty. We got all the kids out but I’m not sure if we have enough power to make it back? Think Killercoat can give y’all a ride?”

“I can ask, one moment.” Izuku pulled out his phone and sent a message to Killercoat. He got a confirmation response and turned to Verse, who was waiting by the window anxiously. 

“Snap, we gotta bust out the window to jump to the building right there, or else we’re trapped. Just saw an influx of thug-dudes enter the building and they looked semi-put together so they may be coming up here for a meeting.”

“Oh.” Izuku said before his eyes widened. “ Oh. Okay. Well, You should definitely be able to kick the window out. I have all the photos I need and I just need to pin the local heroes and stuff so like, give me a minute?” Izuku pulled his phone back out and opened the HeroCom program he added.

“Hello?” Instantly the line roared to life. He murmured into the receiver, trying to quell the chaos. “Shush, I have intel. If you’re a hero near the southern part of the Shizuoka prefecture, please report to the location I just pinned. There’s a human trafficking ring centered on children. On the fourth floor in room 418 there will be three filing cabinets, with enough evidence to lock up every single person in this building and even several well known members of society.” He repeated himself a few times to make sure someone heard.

He then logged off, looking to Verse, who instead of kicking the window out, had managed to find a latch, pushing the window open and stepping out onto the balcony. Izuku followed him, closing the window and praying the thugs wouldn't notice it’s unlocked. Together, they push off the balcony, barely managing to grasp the edge of the neighboring building, hoisting themselves up. From there they found the fire escape and dropped down into the alley. Sirens could be heard in the distance, so the trio wasted no time, cramming themselves onto the motorcycle and driving off.

Izuku shouted directions over the wind, the trio taking several detours to avoid police cars racing by. Ten minutes of reckless driving later, they arrive outside the warehouse. Entering the warehouse shows over fifty kids, all ranging between three and eleven years old. One of the kids was laid out on a tarp, asleep, and obviously not willingly. He was thin, dangerously so, and Izuku patted his pants, looking for the pocket he kept a few protein bars in. Zap kept rousing the boy to give him water, which was already doing something. Izuku had three protein bars, and carefully opened each one and helped the boy eat it. The boy had what looked like gruesome scarring around his mouth, like someone carved a smile into their face, and the scar was held together by three stitches on either side of his mouth.

“Can you talk?” Izuku asked him, keeping his voice quiet. The boy nodded, taking another sip of water. “What’s your name? You can call me Sugarsnap, Snap, or any mix of that.”

“Aikono Kai.” Izuku handed him another protein bar.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aikono. I’m glad I got you and the others out. I have a really good friend who can help you get better, and then you can go back to your family, or a new home, whichever you want. Is that okay?”

Aikono nodded. Izuku had to wake him up a few more times while he struggled to eat and drink. Walking around, he learned that some of the other older kids had been there for months, a few for a year, and they all said that Aikono was always there.

Further questioning led to Izuku learning that Aikono was thirteen, and had been with the group of traffickers since he was eight, being sold off to yakuza and other factions, only to be returned due to ‘defective properties’. His quirk was named Mind, and if he was in good health, he could manipulate, implant, and direct memories and visual thoughts as long as he could see and be heard by the intended person. A very powerful quirk that he had refused to use for the people who bought him, and was too scared to use against them.

Izuku spent an hour talking to the kids, calming down any that started crying, and getting info from those that remembered their parent’s names or their addresses. After he was done, he sent all of the information to the Collector, trusting him to gather the necessary resources. 

It was about to get very crowded at the shelter. Izuku almost felt bad because given another week, the new building would be completed. And in two more months, the next sub-layer would be dug out, walled, and have running utilities. 

They’d have to make due. Many of the children would only be there a week before returning to their families. And the ones that didn’t would be placed with people in the shelter. There were plenty of adults in the shelter who had lost kids, wanted kids, or were willing to at least be caretakers.

He got to work, messaging the Collector, asking him to tap into the comm. A moment later the comm crackled to life.

“Are you okay?”  

“Yeah.” Izuku replied. There was a sigh of relief. “I do need a portal to the shelter, and as many people willing to help with young kids as possible. I also need you to have any medically experienced people to help make sure the kids are healthy. The older ones are malnourished and I have one here who is starved to unconsciousness. We’ve gotten some water in him, and I had a few protein bars, but he’s got a long road to recovery.”

“Just send me your coordinates and Kurogiri will be there shortly.”

Izuku checked his location and sent his coordinates. He didn’t expect there to be a portal sent right away, as they needed to gather the shelter people to help aid in the transfer. Sure enough, ten minutes later there was the telltale waver in the air and Izuku’s ears popped as a portal swirled into existence.

Izuku turned towards the crowd of children being calmed by his friends. The green-haired boy cleared his throat, before speaking loud enough to carry through the large room. “Okay! I need for the youngest kids to be paired or grouped up with at least one older kid! Then please come over to me and follow me through to a safehouse that you all will stay in until we have homes for you!”

For a moment everything was still. Then a small girl stepped forward, hand attached to an older boy’s, who cradled a sleeping toddler in his other arm. Izuku gave them a soft, reassuring smile. “Thank you. Come on, I promise it only looks scary.” Slowly, the trio of kids followed Izuku through, their eyes widening as they spotted the shelter.

The shelter was discovered by the Collector. It was a large abandoned military base from way back during the MLA war. There were four barracks and a main building. The main building had been converted into a series of shops and small businesses based around trade instead of an economy, as most people in the shelter were there due to lack of money or home. Every month a new area gets filled with someone who brought a skill to use. There was already a clothing shop, all of it made from leather or cotton, and they traded materials for product and food, trading more product with the chefs and small cafes that opened up. Everyone shared everything essential to survival. There were people who preferred to spend their time on the fields two miles away, growing food and tending to livestock, and people who preferred to stay in and produce materials from the raw materials brought in from the fields. The barracks were steadily expanding, new buildings taking over nearby land. There were gardens everywhere, many of the people needing something to do.

Izuku noticed that there was in fact a crowd of adults hovering just inside the walls surrounding the main building. “So, there’s a group of grown-ups over there, but they’re good, I promise. One of them is going to take you to their home and let you eat and sleep and take showers. They won’t do anything you don’t want them to, okay? I promise.”

The trio bravely stepped forward, and a short woman with thick grey skin walked forwards slowly. “Hello, dears. I’m gonna make sure you get fed and rested. Okay?” She kept a respectful distance, giving the kids the choice to join her. And after a few minutes, they did.

Izuku repeated this process over and over again throughout the next few hours. Some kids reacted better than others, and for those that broke down in tears or panicked, he spent patiently calming them down, constantly whispering reassurances. By the time all of the conscious kids were secured and safe, Izuku was exhausted. He walked over to Aikono, shaking him gently, rousing him.

“Hey, I need to move you to the medical wing. Can I lift you?” Aikono rubbed his eyes sleepily, already half-dozing once more. He managed to nod and murmur in consent, so Izuku carefully hoisted him up into a bridal carry, adjusting him with ease. The boy had to be at least sixty pounds underweight if not more, because Izuku could feel every bone, and he was lighter than any of the kids he’d lifted so far. And some of them were toddlers.

This time his friends followed him through the portal. Gasps of awe came from Mina and Zap as they saw the shelter for the first time. Izuku himself had only been once or twice, so he followed Kaminari, who’d run away from home enough times to know the layout.

The medical bay was on the eastern side, a whole hall block dedicated to different levels of medicine. They entered an examination room, where Izuku laid Aikono down on the bed. He asked Kaminari to go get some light foods, and some nutritious shakes.

“He’ll probably puke when he fully wakes up. If it’s been as long as I think since he’s eaten, the protein bars were probably too solid. So maybe soft foods, a boost shake, maybe a pack of saltine crackers?” Kaminari nodded and left, Mina deciding to go with him to see if there was a caffe with coffee anywhere.

It was four in the morning. He’d have to get a portal home. Everyone would. He knew Kurogiri wouldn’t mind doing it, but Izuku made a note to himself to get the mist-being something as a show of thanks regardless.

A few minutes later led to Izuku holding a bin underneath Aikono’s chin as he bolted up, a hand over his mouth. Izuku rubbed the boy’s back, handing him a water bottle. At that moment Kaminari returned with a basket of bottled drinks and a few tupperwares with what looked like warm grits, mashed potatoes, and just plain white rice.

Izuku decided to give the boy a nutrition shake. Soft foods could come later. A moment later a doctor walked in and started to do a basic examination. The group of vigilante-teens (plus and adult) stood by and waited for the doctor to finish.

Izuku followed the doctor out. “Will he recover?” Izuku asked, though he really meant Will he live?

“He’s very weak. His immune system is almost non-existent, He’s severely malnourished and dehydrated. I’ve got him on some fluids and will probably keep him on them for a few weeks. After a month or so he should have a steady soft food diet going and his weight should hit normal in around two and a half years, if there are no complications, though the muscle weakness will take at least three years of physical therapy before he can do more than walk.”

“Oh…” Izuku bid the doctor farewell, moving to an empty room, where he pulled out his phone and started to type.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH ArtCollector#4311

sugarsnappea#4280: How long until the next floor is finished? I know you said a week, but I imagine with the sudden influx of kids, as well as the future influx, you’re going to speed it up as much as possible?

ArtCollector#4311: Yes. I have more people working on it now, and doing so in shifts. They are all getting paid in overtime. Also, around ten of the shelter residents are moving out within the next few days. They finally found places to stay and jobs that would pay them.

sugarsnappea#4280: Okay. I want Verse to have a reserved apartment. I know he’s living on the street because of a fight he and his mom had. I also want him to have primary care over Aikono. I feel like they would be good for each other. Aikono needs support and Verse needs someone to care for. 

ArtCollector#4311: I can do that. Give me two days. I’ll inform Verse myself. Kurogiri is on his way to the room you are all in and will transport each of you to the places you need to be.

Izuku let out a breath and took a moment to center himself before he returned to Aikono’s room. He told everyone that Kurogiri would be there any moment and together they waited. A few minutes later the door opens and the man walks in.

A portal opened up. “This leads to the barracks. Zap, Kaminari, and Verse all have spaces prepared for the night if you wish to rest before heading back to where you stay.” Kaminari and Zap went through, but Verse hesitated. 

“Mom is probably expecting me back…” He looked reluctant, though, and Izuku nudged him through. 

“Go. It’s okay.” And Verse was gone. Another portal opened up.

“This should lead directly into your bedroom, Sero.” Sero saluted, and walked through, calling a goodbye over their shoulder.

“Mina.” Xe bounced through, waving goodbye while she sipped her macchiato. 

Finally, a portal opened once more, and Izuku stepped through. His room was as he left it, and he undressed quickly, hiding his knives behind his books. He was exhausted, too tired to even log onto the server and check in. He laid down on his bed, and fell asleep.

~OoO~

He woke up feeling vaguely upset, imprints of eight lights and murmured voices vanishing from his mind as he pushed through the sleepy morning haze. His mom was in the kitchen, and when she saw him, she did the opposite of what she normally would. She ignored him. He worked around her, making himself eggs and toast, ignoring the emotions trying to push their way to the surface. He’d deal with them later. She was probably busy anyways and he shouldn’t bother her.

He went ahead and did his morning workout, wanting to keep up with routine and needing the distraction. His feet pounded on the ground, muscles aching, reminding him of last night. He needed to message the discord and make sure everything was going well, but he didn’t have the motivation. Maybe he would take a break from discord, just for the day. He didn’t want to do anything. 

So he finished up his workout and did exactly that. He laid in his room, idly doodling eyes or circles, or just scribbling mindlessly. Everything was a little to the left, not quite there. His whole day passed like this. It was just one of those days. 

He ended the day feeling better. He took a day to just exist. Tomorrow would be better. He would go get his uniform from the post office. He would go shop for supplies and send in some money to the school for any textbooks he would need. 

He fell asleep.

  ~OoO~

general-chat (6:38am)

flexxxtapePeter: I cant believe that we’re going to be at UA, attending, in two hours.

flexxxtapePeter: this is also decidedly Not the groupchat.

sugarsnappea: lol. on the other hand i dont know how to tie a tie. its not supposed to be this lumpy and yet

shocking news: my sibling dropped by to see me off and taught me just now so take the L

intotheverse: morning. excited for your first day of highschool? I wasn’t. I’m so glad i’m a junior. also gay disaster tie? seems legit. 

sugarsnappea: yeah im all jittery. mainly because of who i think will be in my class. i hope not, but alas with my luck.

imjustapicketfence: lol. gl shorty. not like anything super extreme will happen on the first week, right?

sugarsnappea: see, now that you said it.

purblevilli: picket why. why would you jinx.

Today's gender is female: Picket, why would you say something?

imjustapicketfence: wha-oh.

sugarsnappea: next thing you know im forced to fight kaachan and talk to a perf.

purblevilli: LKSAD snAP-

sugarsnappea: f***

Izuku could admit he got lost for a good few minutes, but eventually he found the door to 1-A. He already had a notebook in hand, ready to start taking notes on his classmates. He needed to know how to act around them. Some perfs were okay to be around, because they were more open minded in a physical way. While their words could be prejudiced, they won’t hurt him. He needed to know which perfs to avoid, because he’ll be damned if he has to suffer through more physical bullying.

He opened the door a lot harder than he meant to. It looked heavier than it was, okay?? A few heads turned to him and he recognized Tokoyami, Sero, Kaminari, Mina, Shouji, and Shinsou. There was a floating uniform around that whole group, and Izuku put the pieces together as he walked over.

“You’re john cena! I’m snap, we’ve talked a few times! Usually about your quirk, but it’s nice to meet you!”

“Yeah! Thanks for the reflection-refraction advice! I really appreciated it! It’s hard, but the more I practice the easier it gets! Soon I might be able to make myself visible for periods of time!”

“Maybe!” Izuku grinned. The discord group all hung out until a few minutes before the bell. Not knowing their homeroom teacher, they didn’t want to irk them in case they came in early and liked to see the students in their seats. Izuku noticed Kaachan sitting in front of him. He was arguing with a blue haired boy. Neither of them paid Izuku any mind, and Izuku looked away, not looking for attention. He was lucky Kaachan hadn’t noticed him yet.

A few more minutes pass, Izuku scribbling furiously in his notebook, each of his new classmate’s getting a classification page. The girl from the exam, Uraraka, came in last, hurrying to her seat. A moment later there is a yellow… thing… on the ground, inching its way into the room. The thing opened up, revealing a homeless looking man, a scarf wrapped around his shoulders. There’s no way, that couldn’t be the Eraserhead! He looked… kinda dead inside. Definitely tired.

The man glared at everyone, his quirk silencing everyone as they all felt a little colder, and empty. Him blinking caused everyone to shudder as their quirks returned. Izuku was unsure how to feel about the flash of longing, of relief, as his quirk was erased, so he shoved the surfacing thoughts away.

“It took you all far too long to notice me. In battle, that can get you killed. I’m Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher. Now, grab a uniform in your size and go change. There’s a locker room on the ground floor by the field entrance. You have twenty minutes.”

Everyone scrambled out of their seats, except for the discord group. They walked calmly, yet briskly out of the room, Shouji guiding them based on their other classmate’s positions. Kouda had found the locker rooms first, and they split up to go into their respective locker rooms. Izuku changed quickly before rushing out onto the field, where a tired looking Aizawa was resting against a tree.

“You lot are efficient. Good. Maybe I’ll have some students left this year.” Aizawa-sensei shifted, posture showing annoyance and completely hiding any other thoughts he may have. Izuku and his friends hovered in a group, waiting for the rest of the class. It took another ten minutes for everyone to arrive, gathering around Aizawa.

“Now that you all are here, we’re gonna be doing a quirk apprehension test. You’ll be put through several basic tests that you’ve probably done before, except this time you can use your quirk in any way you think of.” Aizawa paused. “Unless it’s to hinder another student or harm them. Or yourself. The fact I have to say this is so concerning.” Though the last part was quiet, almost said offhandedly, Izuku still found himself both amused and assured. 

“Oh. The person who gets the lowest score is expelled.” And suddenly everything was cold.

Was Aizawa secretly quirkist? The Eraserhead? One of his biggest role models? Izuku forced himself to calm down and think logically. Maybe there was another motive. Izuku would gather all evidence before making that kind of judgment on his teacher.

“What?! That’s not fair! And what about orientation?!” Uraraka exclaimed, her brow furrowing. Aizawa grinned, the expression eerily terrifying on his face.

“You’re at UA. We teachers have the ability to structure our classes however we like. You have three years to learn to survive before being spat out onto the streets with the responsibility of protecting civilians and stopping crimes in their tracks. You don’t have time for dumb things like orientation, when all of the info you need will be in the syllabus on your desk when you return to class. Now, Bakugou. You scored highest in the UA entrance exam. What’s the farthest you could get in the softball throw in junior high?” A softball was in Aizawa’s hand, a device strapped to it.

Kaachan tch’d, strolling forwards. “Sixty-two meters.” Aizawa handed him the ball and pointed to a circle drawn in the dirt.

“I want you to throw the ball as far as you can, using your quirk. The only rule, you cannot leave the circle.”

Izuku watched a grin form on Kaachan’s face. The explosive teen was in his element with these tests. Kaachan wound his arm up, rolling his shoulder. He was loosening the muscles so his quirk didn’t strain them. Everyone was quiet as the teen stood confidently, feet squared to add balance. Finally, with a loud shout of “DIE!!!”, the ball soared through the air. After a moment, a device beeped, and everyone looked over to see AIzawa grinning, holding up a device that read,

“Seven-hundred-five-point-two meters. This is UA, the elite hero school. Go plus ultra or go home.”

They were then put through a series of tests. Izuku got a decent score on the grip test, a solid hundred and ten kilograms. For the push-ups he kept going until he was the last one pumping his arms, having to be tapped out of the trance he’d worked himself into to ignore his shaking arms. He ignored his friend’s concerned looks, determined to do his absolute best, since he couldn’t safely use One For All yet. He maxed out the toe-touch, nearly folding in half. On the long-jump he placed near the middle, and in the side-jumps he was only beat by Hagakure, who had just moved her shoes until Aizawa-sensei told her to stop. He then scolded her for undressing, regardless of invisibility.

No one was sure if she cared, but judging by her clothed shoulders rising and falling once as she agreed not to do it again, she wasn’t particularly bothered. Izuku asked her why she was so comfortable with her own nudity and reckoned he shouldn’t have been surprised by her answer.

“It’s actually almost easier when I don’t wear clothes, because I can avoid the attention of perverts. If they can’t see me, they can’t look at my chest, because my clothes show it off more than me just walking around naked. I’ve never been harassed nude because there is nothing to see, therefore no physical aspect to judge. I’ve also gotten used to the idea, because before I learned about the DNA costumes I was mentally preparing to be a working nude hero. Weird I know, but that’s how life was.”

Izuku made a mental note that he’d keep an eye out in public if the two ever went out. He wouldn’t sit by if someone tried anything while they were out together. Next was the fifty-meter dash, and Izuku was next to Kaachan. Somehow, the boy hadn’t noticed who was next to him, fully focused on winning. Izuku probably looked like another extra in his mind. 

He felt sparks of fear travel through his veins in bursts as he awaited the moment the blonde recognized him. Luckily, the dash wasn’t that moment, as he doubted even Eraserhead would be able to stop the murder that would occur. (Maybe Izuku was being a little overdramatic, but he was scared, okay?)

Finally, the ball throw. Midoriya looked from the ball in his hand to Eraserhead, before back to the ball. Mentally, he was wracking his brain for any possible options. One For All would shatter his arm, he needed another way. After a moment, he recalled Aizawa-sensei’s words.

Anything goes. As long as he remains in the circle.

Uraraka had used her quirk to all but send the ball to the stratosphere, Tsuyu had used her tongue to lob it over a hundred meters, Shoji made a slingshot out of his arms. Bakugo had just… blown it out of bounds, but everyone else had used their own strength. But, if they just had to stay in the circle…

Midoriya glanced over to Eraserhead again. The man looked impatient, gaze sharp and critical as it pierced through Izuku. He was obviously waiting for something.

What for? Him to shatter his bones? To find the solution he was already searching for?

Mentally shaking himself, he turned towards his classmates. He couldn’t afford to freak out and panic over this. It was a viable loophole and he was justified. He could do this. Uraraka was obviously the best option here.

“...U-Uraraka-san?” He winced as he stuttered. The girl startled, before pointing at herself. Midoriya nodded,confirming that he was, in fact, talking to her. The conversation in the class petered off, all eyes on them.

Keep your head high. You can be nervous, but don’t let it control you.

She murmured something to Asui before smiling and walking over. “Yeah, Midoriya?” Her voice was inquisitive and bubbly. She also looked a little nervous, as Aizawa barely blinked as he kept his gaze trained on Izuku. 

“Could you use your Quirk on this?” Uraraka tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Wouldn’t that be cheating? I’ve already taken my throw.” He shook his head, gesturing with the ball. 

“Aizawa-sensei said anything went, as long as I stayed inside the circle. My…”

Don’t be afraid to tell them what you want.

“...I’m a False Negative. My Quirk hurts me when I use it. But if you just use your Quirk, I’m still the one to throw it, and I’m still inside the circle-” He’s cut off by Uraraka. Understanding had dawned in her eyes, along with a conspiratorial twinkle and a bright grin on her face. 

“You’re so smart, Midoriya! I hadn’t even thought of that!” A five-pointed tap to the ball later, he felt the weight of it disappear completely. He gave her a grateful grin, which she returned before all but skipping back to the class. He turned to take his throw.

Immediately, whispering broke out behind him. 

He ignored it, though- Aizawa-sensei was in front of him, now. The analytical gleam had transformed, something that looked like… pride? swimming through his eyes as he inclined his head. (It couldn’t be pride though. Izuku wasn’t worth pride)

“Take your throw, problem child. We can’t wait forever.”

The cold, brusque tone was still a little off putting. Midoriya squeaked and nodded, and, after a moment, wound his arm back and pitched the ball. He watched the ball float higher and higher, until an infinity symbol showed up on the reading device.

“Congratulations. Now, look over for the final scores.”

Everyone looked towards the wall of the school, where a projection showed everyone’s scores. Izuku started from the bottom up, breathing a sigh of relief when he wasn’t last. He felt bad for the student who did have that spot.

Jirou looked pale, shaking slightly. “I…”

“And no one is expelled. I lied.” Aizawa grinned, slouching against the wall. Kaminari caught Jirou as their knees gave out. “You all have a syllabus on your desks, make sure to read through them thoroughly. Normal classes will start tomorrow, but today you will have your first foundational heroics class. Now shoo.”

Izuku made his way to the locker room and changed back into the uniform, using a couple of damp paper-towels and deodorant to clean up the workout smell. Why did his homeroom teacher seem so familiar? It’d been bothering him since he’d had his quirk erased by the Erasure hero. He pushed it out of his mind as Shinsou walked up to him.

“You didn’t use the quirk All Might gave you?”

“No.” Izuku shook his head. Everyone knew he had the hero's quirk, he’d explained it a while ago when None asked. “It still breaks my bones. Shatters them. I figured if I did that, I’d be failed instantly. Aizawa-sensei didn’t know I’m a late artist.”

“Speaking of, Midoriya, can you step out for a moment to speak with me?” Izuku jumped as the Erasure hero appeared behind him. Shinsou quickly bade goodbye and walked off.

“Sure, sensei.” Izuku followed him to the teacher’s lounge. The only other person there was Present Mic. 

“Now, during the ball throw I heard you tell Uraraka that you were a false negative. How late did your quirk show, Midoriya?” 

Izuku fidgeted nervously. “It manifested during the uhm, the entrance exam… when I took out the zero pointer.”

Izuku watched Aizawa curse. “Sh*t, kid. I was fully planning to expel you until the ball throw. Thank you for telling me now, because I can do my best to help train your quirk so it doesn’t hurt you.”

Oh. Yeah maybe it was a good thing he told the class. He hadn’t even thought of what his teacher would think, seeing a kid that seemingly had had his quirk since he was four, unable to even control said quirk.

Aizawa sighed. “Okay, so I need to work a few things in my schedule out. I have to go give your class the foundational heroics speech. We can work out training sessions to help you with your quirk. Until then, please don’t use it.”

Izuku nodded, and followed Aizawa back to class.

Aizawa forgot to ask Midoriya about the late artist comment. In fact, he forgot about it even happening. He was just so tired. First day of school and all.

So he was shocked to find a notebook on the floor in the hallway after school only a day later, with Izuku Midoriya’s name on it, with a complete breakdown of his fellow classmate’s personalities.

He hadn’t even noticed Iida’s perf comments. Or Uraraka’s kind pity for the people in the class with weaker quirks, or quirks that hurt them. He hadn’t noticed Aoyama’s insecurities, he was just so flamboyant all day.

Looking on the back cover revealed another shocking fact.

Midoriya was a key member of the discord he’d been in since he himself was in UA. Aizawa’s pace was brisk as he made his way to the teacher’s lounge. Slapping the book down on the desk next to his husband, he sat down.

“Midoriya is an imperf. He’s a late covered canvas and he’s part of the discord. He’s f*cking sugarsnap , ‘Zashi. The one with the buffoon’s quirk.”

Hizashi looked up from his computer, hitting send on an email. “Oh, really? ‘Toshi’s best friend?”

Shouta nodded. “I have a child who's probably being severely abused mentally and emotionally, with an overpowered quirk that shatters his bones. This problem child I swear .”

He had a lot to do. First thing was to let Midoriya know that he had his notebook.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH sugarsnappea#4280

noneforyall#5139: hey problem child.

sugarsnappea#4280: none? do you need something?

noneforyall#5139: well, first off. I’m pretty certain in my discovery, but you wouldn’t happen to be in 1-A. Green hair. Freckles. Not naming just in case you aren’t this person.

sugarsnappea#4280: wtf. non you realize that if i didnt trust you this would be so very sus rt? and if i am that kid???

noneforyall#5139: chill, midoriya. it’s aizawa. i found one of your notebooks. sorry for the scare. 

sugarsnappea#4280: holy fsddfsdf sensei i hate you/ lh. thanks for grabbing it ill just get it in the morning. or have kurogiri like, send it. idk.

sugarsnappea#4280: fsdfj hekkin dont do that tho. was it my personality analysis one? I couldnt find it earlier so im guessing it is?

noneforyall#5139: Yeah. just come by a little earlier to stop by the teachers lounge. ill hand it to you. SCREAMING wants to meet you irl too… he’s also a teacher at UA.

sugarsnappea#4280: oh ok. 

sugarsnappea#4280: wait

sugarsnappea#4280: if you’re none… and shinsou is purble…. shinsou’s dad is THE eraserhead??? 

noneforyall#5139: kid listen i’ve heard you in vc screaming about burning a pair of socks in the microwave

noneforyall#5139: You can cut the freaking out

sugarsnappea#4280: it happens ONE TIME and you’re SUDDENLY THE SOCK BURNER

general-chat (10:19am)

maskedcryptid: snap, did you have any caffeine this morning? You seem…jumpy

flexxxtapePeter: oh shiii… He’s f*cking vibrating my dudes.

sugarsnappea: I am Fine. This is Fine. 

purblevilli: he didn’t-

flexxxtapePeter: this mans just pulled out another monster. which number is this.

ocean eyes by american avenue: something tells me that sugar’s had caffeine and he’s about to go off the heckin walls

owo: f*** yeah he is lol itś gonna be hilarious

sugarsnappea: dw it’s only like, my second one.

intotheverse: s e c o n d . Flex I blame you. You did this to him. Snap, don’t you touch another until tomorrow at Least. 

purblevilli: oh wait i know this trick

purblevilli: sugar is this your second monster or your second energy drink

sugarsnappea: there are like seven empty cans of coke coffee at home in my room

uwu: i’m f***ing sorry coke coffee??

intotheverse: coke coffee? ew. you really decided to stoop that low for some caffeine. Everyone knows it’s gas station coffee or nothing. how could you betray ur gay kin like this.

Today's gender is female: There had to have been better options then that Sugar

noneforyall: …….kid. kid don’t tell me you’re putting crack cocaine into your coffee

sugarsnappea: …what

purblevilli: wait a second 

intotheverse: im sorry what. wait actually yeah. snap did you spike your caff?

noneforyall: coke coffee

noneforyall: coke = cocaine

purblevilli: …. coke as in coca cola

intotheverse: i-

ocean eyes by american avenue: NOT THE G A N J A

intotheverse: one moment I need to go  shout at…something. thats-none no- your a f*cking boomer. im too queer for this

noneforyall: …

yellingSCREAMING: i hope you all know i’m losing it and auti cowwevey is the only thig keeping this message readable

intotheverse: thig-i’m sorry what

ocean eyes by american avenue: A U TI COW W E V Y 

imjustapicketfence: bruh yll wildin. int yall in class rn? 

shocking news: yuh, but sensei is too busy looking at his phodlfhdsKJH

noneforyall: im slowly learning who yall are. they’ll get their phone back later.

sugarsnappea: lol, thats terrifying-

sugarsnappea: oh dang, this monster rlly be hitting hard rn-DFHDffff

purblevilli: S N A P

ocean eyes by american avenue: CHILD WHY

noneforyall: m o n s t e r 

noneforyall: s n a t c h e d

noneforyall: child Secured

intotheverse: snap, probably: *chuckles* im in danger

sugarsnappea: bruh he took my monster, but not my phONFDA

purblevilli: im SOBBING sugar just sent none the most BETRAYED look

frogger: there the phone goes kero

sugarsnappea: bold of him to assume I only had one phone. I have my Ways.

flexxxtapePeter: uhh, bro? he’s like, still behind you.

sugarsnappea: yes I am Aware. I will now very carefully put my phone in my bag and not disturb class. I am a good child. Please do not take my only other phone. Much appreciated.

general-chat (11:15am)

sugarsnappea: I lived. And got my other phone back :D

shocking news: howd u get 2 phones?

sugarsnappea: told my mom my old one got broken so she’d get me a new one

sugarsnappea: DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK FROGGER I WASNT GONNA JUST BE STUCK WITH ONLY ONE PHONE WITH MY MOM BEING THE WAY SHE IS

purblevilli: love how frogger stared for a moment before just shrugging with a flat “valid”.

frogger: valid, kero

frogger: i will tongue you all

frogger: wait a second

noneforyall: …detention/ t

purblevilli: nKKDSKE KESEKSA EQSANJFEDSKJ

sugarsnappea: FROGGER THINK ABOUT WHAT OYU SAY BEFORE SAYING IT

frogger: on another note, kero, are you all excited about the heroics lesson later? Apparently All Might is teaching it.

sugarsnappea: ew

purblevilli: 53 yen on the assignment being stupid

frogger: no one’s gonna take that purble we all know you’re gonna win

purblevilli: aww.

yellingSCREAMING: unless ur using ur phone to help with classwork, please get off of them. I don’t wanna be like none.

intotheverse: are we like, not gonna talk abt how two of this server are teachers at UA?

sugarsnappea: nah. 

flexxxtapePeter: guys he got another monster.

Today's gender is female: Where is he getting them??

purblevilli: near the support rooms. theres no stopping him.

noneforyall: F*CK

Izuku wasn’t stress-drinking caffeine. No way. Not at all. Nuh-uh.

He took another gulp of his third Monster. He hadn’t really seen much of All Might, and didn't really want to. The man hadn’t really done much, and maybe that was the problem. No tips, no comfort over shattered limbs, nothing. And that man was about to come and teach. Teach. To a whole class of teens with varying scales or self-preservation and morality.

He lifted the can to his lips, only to gasp in mock outrage as it was yoinked out of his hands, again. He glared halfheartedly at Shinsou, who threw the can away.

“The poor janitor is gonna have to take that trash bag out. What if it leaks?” Shinsou rolled their eyes.

“I’ll apologize, now don’t buy more. It’s going to be fine, Midoriya. All Might is either going to do his job, or he won’t. We will face it as it happens. Nezu wouldn’t have him on staff if he was completely hopeless. He’s got to have some use to be here.”

“The only use he has here is to set an example on how not to be a hero.” Izuku grumbled, leaning his forehead against Shinsou’s shoulder. “I don’t know how your knees can handle squatting like that for so long.” He mumbled.

Shinsou was squatted next to Izuku’s desk in a way that made his knees ache in sympathy. Shinsou blinked slowly. “I have no idea what you mean. This is perfectly comfortable, to the point I don’t want to stand.”

“He is lying. His calves are shaking.” Shinsou glared at Kaminari, hissing as his knees groaned when he stood.

“They didn’t pop.” Izuku looked uncomfortable at the prospect. “Shinsou, do your knees not pop??”

“...Pop?”

Izuku stood and twisted his leg in a way that made his knee pop relievingly. He sighed in contentment as the tension in his knee vanished. 

“Midoriya what the f*ck.” Shinsou looked so concerned. He crouched again and poked Izuku’s knee. “That sounded so painful.”

Izuku shook his head. “It’s the opposite. It’s a very nice feeling, usually.” As if proving a point, he turned to sit down, his other knee cracking like a gunshot. Izuku winced. “Like that, that hurt a little bit.” He rotated his leg, making sure it was okay. It probably was, but habit led to double checking.

“So, your knees just, pop.”

“Yeah. Most of my joints do.”

“Ow?”

“Nah. It’s usually very freeing.” Izuku idly cracked his knuckles, hardly noticing the pop-pop-pop over the sheer horror on his friends faces. “Really, it’s not bad. In fact, if I don’t pop them I get all sorts of stiff!”

All Might burst into the room, a loud exclamation at the ready. Izuku flinched, eyes darting around the room for a moment before he let his head drop onto his desk, a sigh escaping him. He could feel his anxiety rising, rising, rising as he left the room, put on his hero costume-

Put on his hero-

Come on Izuku, He berated himself. His hands shook lightly as he grasped the fabric, The changing room was emptying, and Izuku hadn’t moved. His heart was pounding in his ears, and there was a pressure in his throat.

Now wasn’t the time. He couldn’t afford-

“Hey, Midoriya?” He could feel his breathing picking up ‘ Why was he like this?’  

“Midoriya?” He couldn’t breathe. What were those grounding things he’d read? He knew them, but the info slipped from his grasp. Static was starting to fill his mind. ‘Why can’t I just calm down. I’m fine. It’s fine it’s fine it’sfine’

What was in his hands?

“Izuku.” Shinsou? Why was Shinsou here? Where was Izuku again? 

“The changing rooms. I gave you one of your notebooks, you were messing with your hands.”

“My-costume.” Izuku choked out. He needed-he needed to put it on. All Might was waiting.

“Your costume can wait. What are you scribbling?” Izuku could feel his breathing slow, and he blinked, trying to shake off the static-dizzy. 

“C’mon Notes, talk to me.” 

“I- sorry.” Izuku blinked away tears, looking down at his notebook. He’d written something he’d written a million times before. A basic analysis on Present Mic. He’d been updating his analysis on the man since he was eight, knew all the basic information by heart. “I’m sorry,” He exhaled heavily, closing the notebook. It was one of his new ones. He’d rip out the used page later, or something.

“It’s fine. Do you wanna talk about it? All Might’s stupid lesson can wait.”

Izuku gave Shinsou a shaky smile. “May-maybe later. I should put on my costume. Yours lo-looks great by the way.”

Shinsou’s costume was a purple-black, looking very similar to their sensei’s, with a mask that looked bulky, a speaker on the front. 

“Thank you.”

Izuku put his costume on quickly, taking a brief moment to look at the design. He hadn’t really known what to go with, so he settled with a simple bodysuit to start with. It was black with green and red highlights, and hugged his skin tightly. He’d have to get it loosened, he didn’t like the feeling of being suffocated by his own skin.

It would do for now.

Izuku and Shinsou made it to class right as All Might began giving instructions. The man glanced at them as they came in, and a flash of… something, entered his eyes as he recognized Shinsou next to Izuku. It put Izuku even more on edge. He couldn’t read what it was, but…

He drew closer to Shinsou. Maybe it was just the lingering anxiety from earlier.

All Might coughed, turning back to the class and continuing with instructions.

“As I was saying, we will be doing battle trials to test how well you can… uh, use your quirk in an urban environment! Yes, yes, now the pairings will be selected at random, by this ballot box right here! Once the teams are chosen, I will randomly assign you as villains, or heroes.”

Izuku watched as teams were pulled, and moved away from Shinsou with a smile and a fistbump as he was paired with Yaoyorozu. Shinsou had been paired with Tsuyu, and Izuku believed they’d be a great team.

The rest of the matches came out, and Izuku studied them with interest.

Bakugo + Kaminari (A) vs Midoriya + Yaomomo (D) with team A as the heroes

Jirou + Uraraka (E) vs  Shouji + Tokoyami (B) with team E as the heroes

Satou + Iida (J) vs  Hagakure + Todoroki (F) with team J as the heroes

Mina + Kirishima (I) vs  Kouda + Sero ( C ) with team I as the heroes

Tsuyu + Shinsou (H) vs  Ojirou + Aoyama (G) with team H as the heroes

"Though it's obvious that the outcomes will cater to those with more suitable quirks, I encourage you all to try your best! Regardless of the few certain wins, I hope you all learn something!"

Izuku froze, and clenched his fists as All Might continued talking. “Also, Young Shinsou, would you please switch places with Aoyama-kun?”

“Why?” 

“Well, it’s only right, what with his Quirk and all-”

“I refuse, monsieur. I rather enjoy my placement for this trial~” Aoyama spoke up, hands moving with a flourish as he began muttering curses in French. Izuku took note of Aoyama’s words- he’d have to update his notebook, it seemed.

“Then Young Ojirou-” 

“No.”

“I’m sorry?” All Might looked taken aback.

“I said no, sir. You said you would pick teams at random. They were random. If you want to move Shinsou, you would have to move everyone.”

Murmuring spread through the class, and Izuku watched as the class muttered and whispered. Shinsou looked so uncomfortable, and Izuku felt angrier the longer All Might did nothing.

“Well!” He spoke eventually, loud enough to catch most of the class’s attention. “Can’t wait for the actual exercise to start!”

Almost immediately, the murmurs died down, replaced with uncomfortable silence. Izuku faltered a bit under the weight of it- before noticing Shinsou’s expression across the room. 

“Everyone here is fine with their pairings, and you seem to be the only one with an issue. Now, it’s twenty against one, and you’re the one who came up with the exercise. So! let’s move on…please.” Izuku gave All Might a smile, laced with a silent threat. A threat to what, even Izuku didn’t quite know. 

All Might’s eyes narrowed, a different light entering them. The man’s smile only widened, however, and he turned, coughing a bit to dispel the tension.

“Well, Young Midoriya raises a valid point!” He moved across the room, setting a heavy hand on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku couldn’t completely stop the flinch- hands on his shoulders were… not good, and he didn’t feel the most comfortable as a whole right now.

“Now, let us move on from all that- we’re going to be making our way to Ground Beta!” All Might turned away from Izuku, removing his hand, and Izuku finally felt like he could breathe. Somewhat. His suit was still uncomfortably tight.

As he passed, All Might grinned down at him. 

“You look like someone who could become a true Symbol in that costume, my boy. A true Limelight hero. Add some color and you’ll be the next Symbol of Peace in no time!” The words were low, meant to be between Izuku and All Might only, and Izuku only nodded before moving on.

He caught up to Shinsou in the crowd, shuddering a bit as he tried to shake the feeling of All Might’s hand on his shoulder off. Shinsou’s hand came up and gently settled on his upper back, grounding him, and Izuku leaned into the touch a bit. 

He felt Shinsou turn, shifting so that he walked in front of him.

“What are you doing?”

Shinsou hummed, staring ahead.

“One of the class is looking at you weirdly. The one with audio jacks on their ears. I don’t like it.”

Izuku hummed, not sure if it was from nerves, or as a reply. “Thank you, I guess. I don’t want to deal with people until I need to. This exercise is stupid with All Might as our instructor.”

Shinsou nodded.

“Definitely. And I guess you really… really weren’t joking about the Quirkism in the Discord. That was probably the most blatant trying-not-to-sound-Quirkist-but-failing-thing I’ve ever heard.”

Izuku let out a shaky laugh- he’d… definitely heard stuff like this before. From All Might, especially during training. 

“It’s certainly not a new development.” He said, running a hand through his curls. “Are you nervous for your battle? You and Tsu have to capture the bomb. You might have to reveal your quirk.”

Sinsou looked down. “I know. And I think it’ll be fine. There’s enough imperfs in the class that I don’t really care what the rest think of my quirk. If they decide to hate me or bully me, well, we have literally one of the strongest people on earth backing us up. And I’m sure Nezu wouldn’t appreciate bullying on his premises.”

Izuku bumped shoulders with Shinsou. “You’re right. So go out there and win. Capture the enemy, win the battle.” Izuku took on a more playful tone as he spoke, imitating a video game announcer. “Fight to the last! Plus. Ultra!”

They devolved into laughter, shoulders shaking. Ground Beta loomed above, and by the time they were approaching the security room, they had sobered, eyes filled with determination.

That’s when it really hit Izuku.

‘I’m going against Kaachan.’

He glanced over at the blond in question, fighting the urge to flinch and flee as he met angry red eyes. Kaachan was glaring at him. That was normal. What wasn’t was the all-encompassing hate that grew the more Izuku looked at him.

It was… almost scary. Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this angry without the familiar numbness of dissociation accompanying it, and it weighed heavy on his chest, making every breath feel heavier. More purposeful. His muscles hummed, and he could feel something in the back of his mind rise to his emotions, static running down his spine and limbs. 

Izuku shivered, shaking the odd static feeling away, and Shinsou turned and raised an eyebrow.

“You good, Notes?” He nodded, catching up and idly twisting his head until a pop came from his neck.

“Y-yeah, I’m good, just… got a weird feeling.” Shinsou twitched a bit when his neck popped, but relaxed as his head moved back forwards.

“That, my friend, is from the energy drinks. You need to stop. I’m cutting you off.” Izuku snorted, a noise mirrored by Kaminari a couple feet away.

“How are you gonna do that?” Shinsou turned to reply, but was cut off with a choked noise as he bumped straight into someone- Yaoyorozu- Izuku thought, the tall girl who was on his team. She stumbled forward and turned, helping Shinsou steady himself.

“Oh- oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get in your way!” She apologized, giving them a polite smile as she  turned to keep walking. Shinsou shrugged and followed, murmuring an awkward ‘thanks’. 

A few more minutes of them walking later brought them to a standstill, just outside a small building on the outskirts of a huge, sprawling city scape. The gate leading into the city was emblazoned with a bold β.

Izuku looked over the city, before he understood exactly what they were looking at.

“This is training ground Beta? It’s…”

Kaminari cut in, glee in his voice as his fists sparked a bit- no doubt imagining all the chaos he could cause in a whole city like this.

“It’s huge! Look at how much energy must be needed to run this whole place, I bet there’s even working plumbing for some reason!” Sero nodded, a lazy grin on their face as they peered through the bars of the gate. 

“Bro… there are so many places to Spider-Man off of in here…” 

A loud cough sounded behind them, and Izuku jumped, spinning around- All Might had caught up, his smile widening as he looked over the city.

“Yes, yes, Training Ground Beta- one of the most expansive training grounds on this campus. Second only to Grounds Alpha and Omega, and this is where our first exercise will take place! Young Asui, would you open that door- yes, that one- and will everyone enter the observation room?” 

The class filed in, Izuku stepping a bit closer to Shinsou as they filed in. There was seating, but the room was still a little cramped, and he definitely was not comfortable enough with everyone in the room to be fully relaxed. He listened to All Might give out the instructions. Izuku couldn’t help but think that the exercise was a little too… advanced for their first heroics exercise.

Was All Might even cleared to give this assignment? Izuku took in the instructions, committing them to memory.

“Now, as listed, the first match will be Team A versus Team D! Team D, please make your way into the building and secure the bomb. Team A will be released into the building after five minutes!”

Izuku followed Yaoyorozu into the building. The bomb was on the fourth floor, and Izuku pulled up his guard. They had five minutes. Yaoyorozu had assumed a thinking position, and was murmuring to herself.

“So, we need a plan. I’m not-not too inclined on letting the hero team win.” Izuku looked around the room. Where could they hide the bomb? Izuku took note of the window. It faced the back of the building. Izuku also remembered Bakugou and Kaminari’s personalities. 

They… weren’t likely to come around the back of the building, and even if they did, it’d leave them at a disadvantage to try and get the bomb off the side of the building, four stories up.

“Well, I was thinking about using my quirk to make barricades for the door…” Yaoyorozu rubbed her exposed arms, picking at the end of her near-inappropriately short skirt.

Izuku took note of the discomfort on her face, in her posture, even the awkward lilt in her voice. He didn’t mean to, but he ended up tuning her out. Izuku’s brow furrowed as he looked at her costume. It was… more revealing than he thought.

“Yaoyorozu-san, did you ask for that costume?” Yaoyorozu flushed lightly and looked down, tugging the… belt? skirt? down further to cover her thighs a little more. 

“W-well, not exactly like this, but I knew that I needed skin to use my Quirk, and-” Izuku cut her off again. He almost felt bad, but he was starting to get angry again. Not at her, but at the people who made her costume, and at the whole situation.

He’d be talking to None later.

“There are so many resources available to help you with your costume, and the fact that none of them were even touched, is a disgrace on-on UA’s part! I’d like to talk to you about it more later but please make yourself something to cover up a bit more if you truly feel uncomfortable. I know I would be uncomfortable wearing that, and I don’t have the ‘assets’ you do.” Izuku spat the word ‘assets’ like it was poison. 

Yaoyorozu shifted for a moment before nodding and Izuku turned around so she could make whatever she had in mind. At her call, he turned around. She had a jacket that zipped to her chin. “I should be fine with just this,” She murmured. “Now, what’s our plan?”

Izuku grinned. “Well…”

“Ready?” Izuku grinned, a surge of confidence buzzing under his skin.

Yaomomo nodded, a flinty look entering her eyes as she looked at the exit of the building. 

“Alright. Plan A, keep going?” Izuku nodded- he’d heard Kaminari’s yelp, which meant he’d probably been caught in a trap, one of the few he’d darted around the building to place. That same static from earlier ran through his limbs and he absentmindedly shook them out- it was odd, he’d never felt that before. 

Yaomomo paced the room, her forearms and thighs glittering as she started Creating, and Izuku slowly crept out of the room, keeping his movements light. Kaachan had probably gone ahead of Kaminari, and that meant his hearing aids were probably as sensitive as he could make them. 

He slunk down the stairs and down the hall, sticking close to the walls. 

A pop-pop-pop-BOOM crackled through the building, and Izuku flattened himself against the wall, breath catching for a minute. It followed with a few more, and the last one caused the ground under Izuku’s feet to tremble for just a moment. 

Izuku let a shaky breath out, forcing his feet to move. It was okay. He was just burning sweat off, literally. If it dried, it wasn’t as potent. It wasn’t a targeted explosion yet. 

“Alright, alright, it’s okay, you’re fine, Izuku… he hasn’t spotted you yet, just keep going, this is a scouting mission not a fighting thing, we just need to out last the clock-”

“Midoriya-san, you’re rambling.” At Yaomomo’s gentle reminder, he flushed a bit and clamped his mouth shut. It wasn’t meant to be malicious- he could hear it in her tone- but it was still embarrassing. He clutched the knife she’d made him. It wasn’t dissimilar from the pair in the back of his closet.

Going down yet another set of stairs, he paused and listened. There was nothing, no matter how hard he strained his ears. He kept his course, walking down the hall. This was starting to put him on edge. It had been quiet for too long, and when Kaachan was quiet? It never boded well for him, no matter the situation.

Footsteps pounded behind him, and Izuku had just enough time to whirl around before a gloved hand was smacked against his side, an explosion blasting him into the wall. He grunted but didn’t let himself fall- instead, he kicked against the floor and pushed away from the site, skidding to a halt further down the hall. Yaomomo was saying something, but he couldn’t hear it through the buzzing in his ears. Thank god for his armoured suit, regardless of tight-tight- tootight- Focus, Izuku.

Well. There Kaachan was.  

Focus.

Kaachan stepped forwards, a murderous glint in his red eyes as his hands flexed and pop-BOOMED at his sides. Come on Izuku, focus.

“Deku…” The word was snarled, twisted beyond anything Izuku had heard before. The tone of his voice alone had him flinching back a step, and Kaachan’s face twisted into a harsh smirk when he saw it. 

“Still shaking in your boots when you see me? Tch, and UA let you in?” The words were punctuated with Kaachan leaping forwards, right hand swinging. 

Almost instantly, everything seemed to slow to a crawl. Izuku’s brain kicked in, and he could almost hear himself think as he stared at Kaachan. Focus.

Right fist, like he always does. The gauntlet is bulky, leaves his arm open to attack. Either over or under compensating due to the weight of it on his wrist, doesn’t let him completely defend himself. If I can grab him just behind the gauntlet…

He crouched and dashed forward, seeing Kaachan’s eyes widen as he recoiled a bit. 

Izuku stopped after closing a good half of the distance, squarely planting his feet in the concrete as he kneeled, getting down low. Kaachan’s fist swung, and his eyes tracked it- 

His own arm snaked up and grabbed Kaachan’s arm, just behind the gauntlet, with a vice grip. Kaachan shouted, but Izuku didn’t let it stop him- even as the hand next to his face pop-pop -popped- he tugged forward, using his other arm to brace against Kaachan’s stomach. Then he grit his teeth and pushed, up and over himself, twisting in place and releasing his hold all at once. 

Izuku bounded backwards, staying light on his feet, as he watched Kaachan crash into the floor. A choked curse made its way out of the blond’s mouth as he connected, and Izuku squared his feet again.

He still hadn’t ever thrown a proper punch. But he knew the theory, and in theory, theory and practice were one and the same.

Kaachan kicked himself back up, growling as he turned back to Izuku. 

After the right hook, he follows with a kick. But that’s not possible, I’m not on the ground right now. Izuku’s brain whirled- this was unknown territory. Anticipation leapt through his limbs, and everything felt a little sharper, a little clearer. Focus.

He’s swinging back with his left, is he going to go for a left hook now? Can’t try the same trick, he’ll fall for it- maybe I can-

Kaachan snarled something incomprehensible and sprang back at him, and Izuku lowered himself to the floor. He pushed forward, bracing his palm on the floor beneath him, and twisted- Kaachan went over him, and Izuku pushed himself up and spun, landing his shoe solidly in the small of Kaachan’s back. 

He didn’t stick around to watch Kaachan fly away this time. Instead, he booked it, feeling his limbs starting to tremble. Adrenaline had kicked in sometime earlier, he wasn’t sure when, but now he was jittery and anxious as he fled. 

‘They said there’s nothing wrong with retreating for the next fight. Nothing wrong in preserving your energy. Not fleeing, you’re being logical.’

“Too weak to face me head to head, Deku?” The snarled name was Izuku’s only precursor to a BOOM-pop-pop-pop, and he grunted as he felt Kaachan’s boots connect with his back. He felt something in his cheek crack as he hit the floor, and blinding pain whited his mind out for a minute-

When his mind cleared of the cotton, he heard shaky, labored breaths. Kaachan’s weight bore down heavier on him, pinning him down, and Izuku’s limbs itched. 

He had to move. He had to escape.

An uncharacteristic snarl shredded through Izuku’s throat as he thrashed, knocking Kaachan off him. He spun neatly to put his feet under him, and he didn’t wait before leaping backwards, crouching and staring Kaachan down.

The ash blond stared at him, red eyes wide and filled with something Izuku couldn’t bother to read right now. His nose was swollen and his cheek had a wide bruise blossoming already, and if he looked closely there was a small cut scabbing over one of his eyebrows.

Something in him preened at it. Kaachan was covered in bruises and scrapes, and he had caused it. He wasn’t the helpless victim anymore. 

Kaachan’s breathing labored, before his eyes blazed to life and he held an arm up. His other hand slowly raised, and Izuku felt a chill crash through him as he slowly hooked his finger around the pin of the grenade. 

He’d heard Kaachan bragging about the grenades. They could hold up to five liters of liquid. They were filled with Kaachan’s sweat right now. 

“Young Bakugou, I forbid you to use that gauntlet! If you do, it’s an automatic loss for the hero team!” 

“I don’t CARE!” Kaachan snarled back at All Might, shooting a frenzied look into the camera. His attention swung back to Izuku, who felt like a bug in a case. Pinned down and unable to escape. 

“You’ve been a stain in my path for long enough, Deku! Get out of my WAY!”

He pulled the pin. 

Izuku didn’t have time to think. He didn’t have time to warn Yaomomo through the comms. He didn’t have time to even think of warning Kaminari.

“BRACE!” Izuku screamed, feeling his throat protest the noise as he finally felt his legs kick into gear. He leaped to the side, but couldn’t completely escape the blast. 

Burning heat warped around him, and someone was screaming. It was hot hot hot, hotter than he’d ever felt one of Kaachan’s blasts before. 

The building groaned around him, and the screaming cut out. The flame dissipated, and Izuku felt himself make an impact with something. He blasted straight through it, a sharp stabbing in his chest ripping a cough through his raw throat, before landing. 

Dust floated through the air, and he could just barely see sunlight dancing through the grains as his vision swam in and out of sight. He let his head loll back, closing his eyes. He could afford just a moment.  Maybe.

“VILLAIN TEAM WINS!”

A loud buzzer. Harsh noise. Two hands on his face, a voice yelling something as a cool cream was slathered over burning skin. Cloth wrapping around his arm as he was placed on something. 

He was lifted onto the surface, and Izuku finally lost the flimsy grasp on consciousness he had, sinking into the darkness surrounding him. 

Momo’s fingers were shaking. She stood from where she’d been crouched, feeling crumbs and dust crumble away from her knees as she watched the two medbots pick their way out of the mess of walls, insulation, and drywall that surrounded them. 

She idly rubbed her hands together, before rubbing at her upper arms. A thin layer of aloe vera coated her skin and she shivered a bit- the breeze was warm, but it hit cold against her skin.

A hand connected against her shoulder, and Momo jumped. Her palms crackled with energy, the formula needed for her favorite weapon already focused, until she saw Kaminari- hands up in surrender, leaning back. 

“Woah-!” Kaminari yelped, and she reeled back a bit, almost immediately dispelling the energy from her palms. Momo let a shaky breath out, turning back around- Kaminari wasn’t a worry of hers. Not like the other blond in the exercise was.

He came up next to her, watching the medbots leave with their cargo. He slowly whistled, and she tilted her head, silently asking a question. 

“I… didn’t think that Bakugou-san would have actually used the gauntlet. And it was… bigger. A lot bigger than I thought it would be.”

Momo silently nodded, before turning and picking her own way out of the rubble. She hadn’t seen Bakugou yet, which was a bit of a relief, honestly. She was skilled at holding her patience and her tongue, yes, but she was afraid she may have decked him if she’d seen him after that blast. 

All Might met her outside the building, and her shoulders relaxed almost instantly. Even just seeing that red, blue, and yellow combo had eased the tension in her body, and she welcomed it. All Might was here, and everything was going to be okay. 

It always was.

All Might set a large hand on her shoulder, and it was warm against the jacket. 

“Young Yaoyorozu, are you unharmed?” She nodded, drawing her jacket a little tighter. All Might smiled, and she managed to muster a weak smile back- when you saw the Symbol of Peace smile, you just had this feeling that everyone was going to be okay.

“Do not fear, my girl- both Young Bakugou and Young Midoriya will be okay! We have an amazing medical staff, and they will not go untreated, I can assure you!” Her smile grew just a bit more genuine, and she looked down to the ground, idly running her fingers through a lock of her hair that had come loose.

“Now go on ahead, Young Yaoyorozu- I will return to discuss the match in a bit!” She turned to watch All Might leave, walking up to Kaminari, and she nodded to herself and turned back around.

The trudge back to the observation room was long and quiet, and Momo very firmly didn’t let herself think about the events that just happened. Not Midoriya’s scream, not the explosion that rocked the building, not the odd, conflicting feeling of creating aloe vera with one hand and bandages with the other. 

The door creaked as she opened it, and almost immediately, the other girls in the class were surrounding her. Worried voices assaulted her ears and she flinched back a bit, and as a whole the girls drew back. She could finally hear separate words when they did, and Jirou’s hand rested itself on her back as she talked. 

“-momo, that was-”

“Is everyone oka-”

“-ppened to Midoriya-”

“-plosion, I didn’t think that he’d-”

“Hey now, give her some air.” Jirou pushed herself between the girls and her, tone brooking no argument. Almost instantly, they quietened- aside from Mina, who mumbled something under her breath- something about being an all star. 

Jirou led her through the crowd around the door, guiding her straight to a seat. Momo hadn’t realized how shaky her legs were until she got off them, and she found herself almost melting into the seat under her. It was plastic, not very comfortable, but her aching feet blessed her for sitting. 

The musician plopped herself down next to Momo, twisting one of her audio jacks around a finger. 

“What happened in there, Yaomomo? The cameras were bugging, and-” 

“It was insane! It was just- whoosh- and, and bang and then the cameras all fritzed and we heard someone screaming and what happened?” Hagakure was breathless as the seat in front of Momo rocked dangerously close, and Momo drew back- she could almost see a faint outline of a face flickering in and out in front of her. 

“Yo, girl, lay off- she just got exploded, give her a chance to breathe!” Mina looped her arm over Hagakure’s shoulders and draped herself over the invisible girl, looking at Momo. 

At Mina’s words, Momo couldn’t stop a breathy laugh. 

“N-no, I didn’t get exploded.” The girls fell silent, hanging off her words. Jirou’s hand gently rubbed her back, the other teen offering some comfort. 

“It- it was Midoriya-san, he fought Bakugou-san while I defended the bomb. He warned us to brace ourselves before the blast.” She looked down, staring at a crack in the floor. 

“He didn’t get out of the way in time.” Tsu’s hand laid over hers- her skin was smooth, a little cooler, and Momo let it ground her. She turned to look at the girl- Tsu was easily crouching next to her, head tilted a bit as she stared up at Momo. It was… a little unnerving, but Momo wasn’t bothered by it. Tsu was making sure she was okay- it wasn’t creepy. 

All Might burst back into the room, smiling widely. 

“Now, then! An exciting foray into heroism to kick off the year! Does anyone have any observations on the match?”

A boy with purple hair raised his hand- Momo vaguely recognized him as the one who had bumped into her earlier. 

“Where is Notes, sensei?” 

All eyes turned to the boy, who coughed lightly, ducking a bit into his mask. Momo could see a hint of a flush on his cheeks.

“Ah- I, I mean… where’s Midoriya-san, sensei?”

All Might smiled, but didn’t reach a hand out to reassure him like he had to her. 

“Do not fear, Young Shinsou- Midoriya is well in the nurse’s office, and will most likely be back in class tomorrow!” The b- Shinsou huffed, and she watched him slump into a seat, pulling his phone out and typing something, tapping furiously on the screen. Momo’s brow furrowed- were they allowed to have their phones out? Then again, no one was exactly doing anything right now, so…

Jirou coughed a bit, before raising her hand. All Might’s head turned, and his smile brightened.

“Ah, Young Jirou! What did you see?” Jirou made an odd face, before she spoke up.

“Should we really be asking about what we saw in the match when it ended in injuries like what we’re seeing now?” All Might shifted, and Momo watched as everyone in class began murmuring.

Shinsou was still typing away, and Momo noticed a few other students in the class on their phones, glancing at each other across the room. That reminded her that she should probably get everyone’s contact information in case they ever needed help studying or anything.

“Well..” It was almost as though All Might didn’t know what to say. ‘He’s All Might, of course he knows what he’s doing .’ Momo comforted herself with this fact. All Might managed to get the next pairing going, but Momo found herself preoccupied with thoughts on the match she just walked out of. If All Might didn’t stop Bakugou, then it had to have been okay, right?

…

Right?

~OoO~

Shinsou was starting to get mad. Midoriya was in the infirmary with wounds he should not have retained in a school exercise, and All Might was being evasive and almost publicly prejudiced against him.

So he decided to talk sh*t about the man on Discord, and maybe let Aizawa know about what was going on. He pulled out his phone, unlocking it and tapping on the discord icon.

vents-and-rants (2:49pm)

purblevilli: f*ck allmight. more like a*smight. stupid blond yeehaw american built f*king discriminatory wh*re.

shocking news: ikr. mfker done messed up. rlly had the balls to talk to u like that and brush off snaps wounds freakin ugh. that was a lot of burns and broken bones like d*mn cant even be worried abt his f*kin ‘successor”

shocking news: i wanna zap him.

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: indeed. my sister and i are seething. 

purblevilli: i’m letting none know in dms rn im so t’d off istg.

purblevilli: @sugarsnappea u better be okay im it. 

owo: wait what did a*smight do now?

purblevilli: he neglected his duty as a teacher and a hero thats what he fkn did. sugarsnapp was up against his bully from way back and it was getting way outta hand and am is just like “this is fine” and didnt do sh*t until snap was basically roasted alive

intotheverse: what the f*ck??? thats it im calling a hit. @ArtCollector do you take cash or credit?

ArtCollector: f*** it i’ll do it for free

ocean eyes by american avenue: that’s oddly out of character for you collector

ArtCollector: dumba** let a kid get hurt he’s gonna pay

intotheverse: pog. now imma go blow off some steam @imjustapicketfence oooo save me im being attacked by angry thoughts and scary villains in allleyways

purblevilli: lol be careful.

intotheverse: yah yah. amke sure snap is ok. ill swing by his place later with monopoly for those who are able to join.

owo: yall makin me wish ik yall irl.

purblevilli: sucks to suck ig.

noneforyall: i will deal with this how i can. also ebony, we need to meet over you and your sister.

yellingSCREAMING: that’s none-speak for “i’m f*cking p*ssed but you’ll never know until it’s too late” (not the ebony part)

purblevilli: *sucks teeth* would be a bad time to ask if I can stay with snap tonight?

noneforyall: go ahead. ive got tapes to watch and … things to deal with.

shocking news: the fact that AM just shivered violently and looked over his shoulder.

john cena: i have no idea what you mean, couldnt have been me, *hides feather*

purblevilli: ill actually pay you to keep f**king with him.

john cena: tempting offer! but im already being paid with satisfaction

purblevilli: pog. im gonna catch as many z’s as i can before my match

noneforyall: dont let a*smight get to you kid. Kick a*s out there.

purblevilli: no need to tell me twice

Hitoshi hadn’t been able to nap, regrettably, and grit his teeth as he and Tsu managed to touch the bomb. He had to physically restrain themself from punching All Might when the man pulled him aside after class.

“Now, Young Shinsou, I only wish to ask you this once. I mean well when I say this, but maybe you should consider moving to GenEd? I’m sure there’s someone willing to swap with you. I don’t want you around Young Midoriya either, he has such a promising future as a hero with his quirk, and he doesn’t need you trying to drag him down.”

“No. In fact, All Might, f*ck you.” Hitoshi felt a little disconnected as they spoke, and knew he’d probably feel somewhat embarrassed later. “Midoriya is my best friend, and I’ve spent my whole life fighting to be seen as a person, much less get into the hero course. I won’t go to GenEd, and I won’t stay away from Midoriya. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a best friend waiting for me in the infirmary you let him get thrown in.”

So here Hitoshi sat, staring at his best friend as he slept. Sero, Kaminari, Shouji, Tsu, Hagakure, and Dad were all waiting around the room. Everyone else had to go home, but wished Midoriya well, signing a little card, and placing it on the side-table next to the infirmary bed.

Midoriya had been passed out for three hours. According to Recovery Girl, he’d woken up after thirty minutes, but her quirk knocked him back out. She said that there would be light scarring, mainly due to the severity of the burns, but that they would be centered on his chest, which everyone who knew Midoriya knew that it’d just be another for the collection. Another half-hour passed before Midoriya stirred, and Hitoshi passed a thumb over Midoriya’s knuckles.

“Shinsou?” Izuku croaked, clearing his throat. Hagakure bounced over with a paper cup filled with water, and Hitoshi helped Izuku hold the cup as he drank steadily.

“Hey, Notes. How’re you feeling?’

“Like I got thrown into a building that was on fire.” He murmured, messy green curls planting themselves on Hitoshi’s shoulder as Izuku leaned forward. 

“What time is it?” He asked.

“About an hour after school. give or take ten minutes.”

Izuku nodded, shifting more. He was still covered in bandages, and would probably need another heal in the morning.

“Hey Mido, we’re glad you’re okay!” Kaminari grinned, walking over as he noticed Izuku up and active. “Everyone else had to go home, but they tried to stay as long as they could!”

“Oh. Thanks. I’ll have to tell them I’m okay as soon as I can.” Izuku noticed Dad, and Shinsou watched them stare at each other.

“Problem. Child,” Dad enunciated. Hitoshi watched as Izuku rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“Sensei. Sorry for getting hurt-”

“It’s not your fault. I do want you to come in early tomorrow though, as I would greatly appreciate discussing the events that occurred during that exercise. If you do not show up, Bakugou will be expelled for violent acts of aggression on a student, as well as insubordination in an active simulation.”

“Oh. Okay. I'll be there.”

“I say you should expel the b*stard.” Hitoshi grumbled, glowering as Izuku elbowed him. “Hey, I’m entitled to my opinion.”

“Yes, but hush, it’s not your choice to make. Kaachan and I, our relationship…it’s complicated. And it’s not that bad-”

“Don’t continue that sentence or I’ll get the Collector on your a*s.”

“Fine.” Izuku huffed, grabbing his phone off of the side-table and checking his notifications. “Oh dang. I’m glad you all asked me so politely if you could come over tonight.” Izuku looked at him, Kaminari, Shouji, and Sero pointedly.

Sero shrugged. They had a monster in their hand, and the yellow beanie clashed terribly with the UA uniform. “Sorry dudebro, Verse got worried and well, Zap saw the discord and it went from there.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. Looking around at his friends that night, drinking crappy convenience store soda and throwing chips at each other, sharing stories about scars, all to make him feel better, he knew he wouldn’t have changed anything in his life if it meant giving this up.

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#Kaminski’s-Corner (5:33)

imthearmoredtitanhesthecolossaltitan: Tonight’s Kaminski Corner is: Old Bones

Quirk: Old Bones

Quirk Type: Mutation-Emitter

Description: The user is able to stretch any of their bones to any size they wish. In accordance, their skin tears easily and painlessly, and their circulatory system almost never crosses possible tear locations. For example, they could extend their arm bones to extend the reach of a punch, or could extend their spine to reach higher places. 

However, if they extend their spine too much, it starts growing new ribs at an accelerated rate. In this manner, their pro move could be to create a cage of bones.

Potential for use: Level 5
Hero Type of user: Limelight

Chapter Text

"The odds are stacked against me
I keep my cards close to my chest
Just let them see my worst and
They'll never judge me for my best"

                  -Beth Crowley, Hard to Kill

general-chat (2:30am)

emotionaldamage: @sugarsnappea hey u. yeah you. im gonna crash ua today

sugarsnappea: mcscuse me? no the hell you aren’t.

emotionaldamage: >:D

sugarsnappea: i swear to nezu ill delete ur legend of zelda saves.

emotionaldamage: . . . fine.

killercoat: dusty go the fk to sleep. u keep dying in apex and im not vibing with ur pitiful screams of defeat.

emotionaldamage: stfu im not losing

killercoat: uh-huh. sure jan. go to sleep.

killercoat: hes ignoring me im gonna commit

purblevilli: commit what

killercoat: arson duh

sugarsnappea: dont pls i need plausible deniability

killercoat: valid. i have to go pick up carmille anyways, she had an accident.

sugarsnappea: oh no. give her a hug for me? 

killercoat: give her a hug urself. p sure dustynuggets is gonna bomb yall at UA. said smth bout lunch and messing with the heroes or whatever petty bs he’s on

sugarsnappea: hes not gonna pull some dumb hostage thing is he

killercoat: nah, plus idt that collector would let him go that far unless it was like, warranted or whatever..

sugarsnappea: yeah ur rt. well, im gonna sleep. it’s almost three and I have to be   u p   soon.

killercoat: imagine still having school

sugarsnappea: imagine being a dropout. 

frogger: boys, boys, you’re both pretty. 

purblevilli: i wanna b pretty *stares thru cardi b eyelashes*

frogger: sucks to suck.

purblevilli: I-d*mn. dont f*ck with sleepy frogger

frogger: im still mad abt heroics yesterday, sorry kero. ur v pretty.

purblevilli: ik i am. 

frogger: maybe i should take it back.

purblevilli: wait-no mx. frog, pls my ego-i need it to survive!

frogger: then perish.

sugarsnappea: lol gnight guys. see yall in like six hours.

purblevilli: night notes

frogger: goodnight snap.

ocean eyes by american avenue: hey guys fun fact flying from Japan to Cali is a pain

ocean eyes by american avenue: 

ocean eyes by american avenue: frick time zones exist even more now

intotheverse: Timezones are gay.

owo: mood.

Here Izuku was, sitting down with Shouji, Sero, Tokoyami, Shinsou, Hagakure, and Kaminari, trying to enjoy his lunch in peace, when out of nowhere the alarm goes off. Everyone at the table stares at him, no one moving as absolute chaos hails around them.

“See, I should be surprised. But I’m not.” He took a bite of rice.

Someone sat next to him. “Oh look who it is~ A hero hopeful. What a coincidence that I see you he-oW.” Izuku adjusted his sleeve, retracting his elbow and continuing to eat his rice.

“Consider your Zelda data gone. Now, Where’s Dabs and Himiko?”

“Izu!!” A random student, probably from business, sat next to him. Izuku wondered how no one noticed Shigaraki just… sitting in the open, wearing what was obviously not the UA uniform. He was even more surprised that no one saw Dabi, decked out in his usual edgy ratty outfit. Izuku needed to get that mans some clothes.

“Why exactly are y’all here? Don’t think I didn’t notice how y’all let the vultures in just so y’all could slip in behind them.”

Shigaraki held up a takeout bag, Himiko and Dabi raising two of their own. Opening them revealed enough katsudon for the entire table.

“Your Zelda file is safe, for now.”

While chaos ensued around them, they enjoyed their lunch, talking about the latest stunts in the Underground and the Hero world. At some point Shigaraki pulled out his switch and engaged in an intense Smash Bros match with Sero.

“Did you ever check up on the trafficking ring?” Izuku glanced over, meeting Dabi’s eyes.

“Yeah, actually. We had that bust a few days ago, so I’ve kinda just,,, been looking for the next nearest? Collector has pretty much given up on stopping me. I think I caught wind of one on the far west of Shizuoka, near Hamamatsu. I’ll probably look at it more later tonight, not sure.” Izuku was learning more about Japan’s geography than he ever thought he’d need to.

“Cool, let me know when the next raid will be? Maybe in that little groupchat of yours. I trust the Collector’s verifying method, but you never know who slips through the cracks.”

“Valid. Hey, Shigs?”

“Don’t call me that, brat. What?” Izuku looked at the time on his phone, and the slowing crowd.

“I think they’re going to calm down soon. Don’t want to get spotted, do you?”

Shigaraki grumbled, packing up his nintendo and dusting his empty takeout box. “Fine. Toga, call Kurogiri, we can always crash this place some other time. Better not touch those Zelda files, brat.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Now go.”

How no one noticed the rather large portal opening up in the middle of the cafeteria, Izuku would never know. 

Actually, Nezu probably had something to do with it. Izuku wouldn’t be surprised if-

ding! Izuku pulled out his phone alongside his friends, hurriedly unlocking his phone when he saw the message notification.

ratdogbear has joined…

He clicked on the notification and opened discord just in time to see Nezu get kicked, again. He wondered how much time it would take for Nezu and Mei to finish their game of tag. He’d give it another week. Maybe two. 

Lunch was pretty much over, so a lot of the now-calm students were leaving for class instead of coming back to finish their lunch. Izuku looked around at the absolute mess that was the cafeteria. He didn’t want to leave knowing some poor janitor, or Lunch Rush by himself, would have to clean all of this up.

So of course, he started picking up the nearest trays, using discarded napkins and silverware to scoop up as much food that was knocked into the floor as he could and plop it on a tray. He felt warmth spread through his chest when his friends started helping. Kaminari wheeled over a trashcan, picking up bigger pieces on his way over to them.

Lunch Rush peeked out of the kitchen at some point in despair, only to catch a group of kids cleaning that were definitely late to class. He wrote late notes for all of them as they even went as far as dragging mops out of the custodian closet and mopping the large cafeteria, and sent them all to class with a stick of mochi and a pack of pocky each.

Heroics that day was a lecture on battle protocol, and the late students entered the room sheepishly, handing notes to Aizawa, receiving unimpressed looks in return. They took their seats and the lesson continued.

~OoO~

#general-chat (12:22 am)

sugarsnappea: so i may have done a thing.

purblevilli: oh no. what did you do?

sugarsnappea: i owoified the entire bee movie script.

intotheverse: i- 

shockingnews: sugar nemuri-sensei is literally about to steal your phone

shockingnews: SO B IBG NG HE JUST PULLED UP THE OWO IFIED SCRIPT AND ASKED HER TO LOOK AT IT

shockingnews: I HAVE NEVER SEEN A PRO HERO IN THIS MUCH DISTRESS BEFORE

flexxtapePeter: so i’m not high nemuri-sensei is actually making that face

frogger: it’s horrifying, kero

sugarsnappea: I’LL SEND IT HERE

sugarsnappea: YOU KNOW I WILL

ocean eyes by american avenue: please do n o t

purblevilli: bet

sugarsnappea: Accowding to aww knyown waws of aviation, thewe is nyo way a bee shouwd be abwe to fwy. Its wings awe too smaww to get its fat wittwe b-body off the gwound. The bee, of couwse, fwies anyway wyway because bees don't cawe what humans think is impossibwe…. [expand message]

flexxtapePeter: he L P

frogger: SUGAR COUNT EVERY BLINK YOU MAKE FOR THE NUMBER WILL SOON CEASE KERO

shocking news: icATN BEL RE A THE 

ocean eyes by american avenue: how the heck did you beat the text limit

intotheverse: uh oh my discord broke for a second.

sugarsnappea: the perks of knowing how to configure, hack, and modify code strains. How lovely. Must suck to be a pleb.

purblevilli: … youre caffeinated again, aren’t you.

sugarsnappea: wow howd you know /s

purblevilli: no idea. totally couldnt be the amount of audacity emanating from your messages. /s

sugarsnappea: fshfshfsh audacity? bae,, theres no way. i’m the most innocent being out there!

purblevilli: sure jan, and my name is gordon ramsey.

sugarsnappea: lmao. oh.

sugarsnappea: the caffeine high is wearing off. ow. my confidence.

purblevilli: I- LMAO. Normal snap crash landing in (insert countdown)

sugarsnappea: you know if I was that confident uncaffienated, maybe, just maybe, I could overthrow the government AND kill A** Might.

intotheverse: y** y** i guess

imjustapicketfence: LMAO IMAGINE! Snap just looks at buttmight and goes “You’ve Haw’ed your last Y**.

FPShack: See, y’all. I’m so insulted by this that it’s hilarious. I was wonderin why None told me to go online suddenly. It’s been a while, howdy new people, and heller to my old friends.

yellingSCREAMING: ayo shooter! you haven’t been active in this server for around sixteen years!!

FPShack: Yeah, I know. It’s startlin that I come back to such hilarity. 

noneforyall: yeehaw.

sugarsnappea: yahweh

intotheverse: how come none doesn’t have to censor the new bad word huh?

imjustapicketfence: haha lolol suck.

intotheverse: shut it you L+ratio+yourmomsgay+imposter+daddyissues /j t nm lh

imjustapicketfence: wow, you really tried hard that time lolol. :pride:

sugarsnappea: :concern: okay now who wants a therapy session/hj

i like trains: me. 

sugarsnappea: oof same. well, maybe not want. actually nvm i dont want therapy ew 

intotheverse: its not that bad snap.

sugarsnappea:     e w 

intotheverse: yk what valid

AllBot: Welcome, @ magicmanstan ! [wave]

sugarsnappea:  oh new person. henlo

magicmanstan: Hello. I was invited by killercoat? I’m a villain, fair forewarning.

i like trains: we don’t care <3. As long as you aren’t killing innocents or doing… bad stuff to kids, then you’re fine. (The rest of the ‘bad’ is p much individually decided cuz ppl morals jazz)

sugarsnappea: yeah, what trains said. im assuming you were vetted by collector so hi. call me any variation of my user. He/him

magicmanstan: Okay, Thank you. And I’d like to see myself as a selfish Robin Hood. I don’t harm the poor or innocent. I tend to ruin seedy businessmen. I’m a showman you see, and deception and misdirection are my forte. You may call me any variation of my username as well. He/him, if you would.

emotionaldamage: you give off boomer vibes, old man.

magicmanstan: 

purblevilli: oh my god :WHEEZE:

imjustapicketfence: I- Hands, /why/

extraterrestrial by katy perry: lmaooooooo

frogger: its true but you shouldn’t say it

sugarsnappea: i step away for two seconds bruh. 

killercoat: yk it takes a toxic gen z-er to see a boomer that quickly/t j

emotionaldamage: shut it frankenstein.

killercoat: :no_u:

magicmanstan: What’s a boomer?

sugarsnappea: DKLFDLKJD I-

noneforyall: i will get mod powers and put the discord on slow mode

noneforyall: don’t test me Collector would support me doing this in support of school careers

noneforyall: now off discord during school hours 

sugarsnappea: SCATTER

frogger: YEET KERO

purblevilli: frI C K-

After that… slight hiccup… the rest of the school day had passed relatively slowly. Izuku did classes as normal, trying not to be bored out of his mind in English and having an existential crisis in math. (Why the f*** was math always the period that everyone had existential crises in?)

And then, it was the weekend. So, Izuku did what he normally did. He went to Dagobah and picked up the new trash that washed up, or was left, and did a light workout. He went home for lunch, and was surprised to see his mother home. She was on the phone however, so he decided to keep as quiet as possible.

He hadn’t told her about his quirk yet. He probably should soon. Maybe she’d sta-

“-ah. I’m sure. No, look, you were the one who gave us the results way back then. Look, I just want the-”

Inko walked into her room, and caught his eye as she shut her door. She looked… almost guilty? Izuku brushed it aside, making himself a sandwich before deciding he’d go play games with Tomura later. He was bored and slightly anxious for the upcoming field trip to the USJ.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH @emotionaldamage#9420

sugarsnappea#4280: hey can i come play smash or smth?

emotionaldamage#9420: why.

sugarsnappea#4280: idk, im bored

sugarsnappea#4280: and moms home…

emotionaldamage#9420: fine. bring some pocky. and grab that electric kid, he was good at cod and i wanna crush him in multi

sugarsnappea#4280: yeah ok. i’ll be there in like, an hour.

emotionaldamage#9420: :thumbs_up:

Izuku switched to a different dm, already walking towards the nearest convenience store.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH @shocking news#7765

sugarsnappea#4280: hey, do you wanna come with me to shigs place? he wants to multi cod.

shocking news#7765: yeah sure! wanna just meet there or ?

sugarsnappea#4280: uh we could meet near the kamino station, and get a warp? I don’t wanna take the three hour train ride across japan today.

shocking news#7765: yeah valid, I’ll be there in like, 30. I gotta finish a few chores. 

Izuku sent a quick “ok” back before entering the convenience store, grabbing a couple packs of pocky. Matcha, normal chocolate, oreo, and strawberry. He wasn’t touching the mystery flavor. Not after the Airhead Incident.

He also grabbed a few monsters, and a couple two liter Cheerwine’s. There were some cool keychains at the counter, and he grabbed a cyan one, a green one, and a yellow one. Paying for it all, he walked out, turning into an alley.

It was broad daylight, no clouds in the sky, but Izuku couldn’t find it in himself to care. He pulled out the cloth mask he brought with him everywhere, because after the fifth time running into trouble, he figured he needed some way to somewhat hide his identity while committing mild to extreme vigilantism.

Pulling on the mask was simple, and throwing his curly hair into a small poof-tail was even easier. Bag sliding down to his elbow, he pulled himself up the fire escape, clambering onto the roof. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with quirk-hunters or gangs, or people in general. 

Taking a moment to bask in the early afternoon sun, a light breeze brushing his skin, he stood on the roof. One deep breath later, and he bolted, jumping across the gap between the roof and the next building over. His unstretched muscles ached in protest as he caught the edge of the next roof and pulled himself up.

The sodas were gonna be so shaken. And the monster… Oh well.

It took a little longer to arrive than it would have on foot, but soon Izuku found himself clambering down to street level to enter the train station, hopping on the Kamino line. He was glad for his headphones, music blasting, allowing him to zone out unbothered until he got to his stop.

He searched for a head of blond, before checking his notifications.

DIRECT MESSAGE WITH shocking news#7765

sugarsnappea#4280: im like, two minutes from warp drop. 

shocking news#7765: uhhhh gimme around ten minutes? I’m omw, but i was a little late getting out of the house, sorry….

sugarsnappea#4280: dw it’s fine. you ok?

shocking news#7765: yeah, just needed to grab my usual bag, dad came home and i didn’t know.

sugarsnappea#4280: ohhh. do i need anything?

shocking news#7765: nah i’m good. actually, some concealer would be great. 

sugarsnappea#4280: -squints- kaminari????

shocking news#7765: thaats my name! im ok dw/gen srs

sugarsnappea#4280: okay, ill grab some concealer from that pharmacy a block away from drop.

shocking news#7765: thx ill pay you back

sugarsnappea#4280: dw abt it/gen

Izuku turned his phone off and made his way to the run-down, sh*tty bathroom that was a common drop zone for warp pickups. A lot of runaways would get these coordinates. Izuku shoved the bag of drinks and snacks in the ceiling, using the receipt to mark the ceiling tile. Checking his cash, he had just enough for a cheap tub of concealer. He jogged there, grabbed the brand he used to use before UA, and paid, making his way back to the bathroom quickly.

He got back in time to see a head of blond disappear into the bathroom. Right on time then. He strolled in, waving to Kaminari and wincing at the blooming bruise across his cheek. He tossed the teen the concealer, climbing on the sink and balancing carefully as he moved the ceiling tile, grabbing the bag. By the time he climbed down, the air pressure dropped, and an inky purple portal yoinked into existence.

“Finally, you two took long enough.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “Shut it, Shigs, you know you’ve had that game paused for at least ten minutes waiting for us.”

Izuku set the bag of snacks on the counter. Tomura had gotten a two bedroom apartment in the shelter, one room belonging to Kurogiri, who was usually working at a bar in Kamino, gathering info and helping ferry people places. Izuku grabbed a few cups from the cabinet over the knife block, carefully opening the shaken soda, closing and opening it to release the built up pressure.

Opening the fridge revealed blue gatorades, and Izuku cheered mentally. He grabbed one, and poured a third of it into a tall cup, before pouring a bit of Cheerwine in. Finally, he cracked open a green monster over the sink and added that to his glass. He still had plenty of it left over in the can, but that’s what refills were for!

He carefully carried the drinks to the sitting area, placing them down on the low-sitting table, before going back for the pocky. He yeeted the strawberry packs at Tomura, cackling at his yelp. A moment later, Kaminari entered the room, having returned from the bathroom. Izuku tossed him an oreo pocky, gesturing to the monsters on the counter. Kaminari grabbed an Aussie Lemonade and plopped down in the purple bean bag chair.

Remembering the keychains, Izuku dug them out. “Here,” He said, tossing them to their intended owners.

Kaminari’s was yellow, and it had a little lightning bolt cham, and a fidget toy made to stretch. It was quieter than a pop-it, and more soothing to the blond.

Tomura’s was cyan, and had a little amethyst jewel, with a purple bullet, that unscrewed and was detachable. 

Izuku’s own keychain was green, with a little charm of a pair of silver handcuffs, and a little audio recorder. It could probably only record for so long, and deleted the old one when you started a new one, but it had a little port he could hook up to his phone or computer to download audio’s.

“Thanks! Midoriya, you really didn’t have to get me this, I love it!!” Kamiari smiled brightly. Izuku was glad he was able to make the blond feel better.

“Thanks, brat. It’s not half bad. Dunno what I could use this empty bullet thing for though.”

“Maybe a small note, or a keepsake thing? Or emergency meds? Or possibly a micro recorder or com? Maybe a small camera? I bet you could definitely fi-”

“Izuku. Chill. I just wanna kill you at cod. Now go grab my third controller from my room and come on.”

Izuku flushed lightly in slight embarrassment, before doing as told.

Sitting down next to Tomura,  Izuku remembered just how bad he was at shooter games. Smash Bro’s or Mario Kart and he was golden, maybe even Skyrim, but was so, so bad at shooter games. He even sucked at Splatoon. Tomura loved to rag on him about it.

He looked over a few rounds later, and sure enough, Tomura was typing away on his phone, Izuku’s own phone pinging with notifications.

#general-chat (4:16 PM)

emotionaldamage: SNAP HOW DO YOU SUCK *SO MUCH* AT THIS

sugarsnappea: LIS T  EN I DONT KNOW HOW TO SHOOT THINGS

FPShack: i hear shooting

noneforyall: control ur gunlust

emotionaldamage: YOU HAVE A K/D OF 0/15

emotionaldamage: THIS ROUND ONLY HAD 2 GAMES IN IT

shockingnews: LMAO SNAP IM SORRY BUT I CANT DEFEND U HERE BROTHER

sugarsnappea: I SIMPLY

sugarsnappea: CANNOT

shockingnews: YOU ARE ONE OF THE TOP STUDENTS IN OUR YEAR BUT CANNOT BEAT SPLATOON

sugarsnappea: SEE MY PREVIOUS REPLY

emotionaldamage: SUGAR. I LOVE YOU /pla BUT YOU SUCK

sugarsnappea: I K N O W T H I S

noneforyall: what in the fresh he** are you guys talking about

ocean eyes by american avenue: something idk gaming terms

shockingnews: Well to be perfectly honest, in my humble opinion, of course without offending anyone who thinks differently from my point of view, but also by looking into this matter in a different perspective and without being condemning of one's view's and by trying to make it objectified, and by considering each and every one's valid opinion, I honestly believe that I completely forgot what I was going to say

ocean eyes by american avenue: anyways lol guys guess who’s caught that one 20 somethings pandemic strain that’s still lurkin around

ocean eyes by american avenue: @shockingnews what the heck

purblevilli: correction what the f***

shockingnews: egg gud

sugarsnappea: OH guys we good its fine he’s playing Pokemon and the blond chick just gave him an egg

sugarsnappea: and I think he ascended

shockingnews: HER NAME IS CYNTHIA AND SHE IS A GODDESS UPON THIS SAD WORLD

sugarsnappea: he. had an issue with the gym battle before this

intotheverse: me, who has never touched nintendo other than skyrim and minecraft

sugarsnappea: shame on you but also shame on me bc i keep playing even tho I suck at nintendo games.

shocking news: we know.

sugarsnappea: :middle_finger:

shocking news: ily too/p

shockingnews: ANYWAYS i will not appreciate this cynthia slander

emotionaldamage: *cough*SIMP*cough*

shockingnews: YKNOW WHAT I ACCEPT THIS TITLE

extraterrestial by katy perry: WHAT IS HAPPENING

sugarsnappea: idk man

#UA-kiddos-only-chat-VILLAINSKEEPOUT (4:47 PM)

frogger: Remember, kero, the field trip is soon! Next Thursday, I believe, and why Thursday and not Friday? no clue lol

sugarsnappea: oh that’s gonna bother me lol

purblevilli: wait there’s a field trip

shockingnews: Hito ily /pla but were you not listening

purblevilli: i have insomnia dude i was actually getting sleep for once

extraterrestrial by katy perry: WELL at least SOMEONE in this chat can fill you in

frogger:

frogger: well are you going to?

extraterrestrial by katy perry: no lol i zoned tf out i forgot to take my anxiety meds last night

sugarsnappea: u take anxiety meds??

extraterrestrial by katy perry: yeah dude xanax is a gift

purblevilli: tbh i cant see u w anxiety

extraterrestrial by katy perry: rhats how you know the xanax is working

shockingnews: KFDJKJKDFS

sugarsnappea: mmm would like me some of those but I think Mom would have a conniption over h

flexxtapePeter: her quirkless little angel taking *gasp* drugs

purblevilli: her little porcelain doll needing to take pills

frogger: her fragile kid taking meds, kero

sugarsnappea: I DROP MY PHONE FOR THREE SECONDS

shockingnews: her smol weak son needing to take the white pills of life

shockingnews: DANGIT

flexxtapePeter: too slow bro

purblevilli: slowbro?

shockingnews: p o k e m o n

froggers: aHEM

froggers: @purblevilli @extraterrestrial by katy perry The field trip is to a UA complex abt 15 mins away, and we’ll be doing rescue s*** so come in costume

sugarsnappea: hm i have Concerns

frogger:

frogger: didn’t u get a new costume submitted for making???

sugarsnappea: well someone had to get involved so. i’m trying to override the changes he made to my costumes but I need a teacher’s approval and idk if Zawa-sensei would be chill

purblevilli: what changes did a** might make

shockingnews: is it that bad?? /g

sugarsnappea: [whatiwant.j/eg]

sugarsnappea: [lookhowhemassacredmyboi.j/eg]

flexxtapePeter: dude im so genuinely sorry

frogger: does that say *spandex*

sugarsnappea: APPARENTLY IF ITS GOOD ENOUGH FOT THE SYMBOL OF PEACE ITS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME

extraterrestrial by katy perry: i wanna change my costume too dude 

extraterrestrial by katy perry: it has no protection

purblevilli: thats what sHE SAID-

                                             [🤣]

{purblevilli has been muted for 5 minutes- INAPPROPRIATE JOKE CLAUSE}

frogger: no u

{frogger has been muted for 5 minutes- INAPPROPRIATE JOKE CLAUSE}

sugarsnappea: wait does that count for the Clause

extraterrestrial by katy perry: RIP

purblevilli: who even made that clause

3amZoomies: nezu asked me to make it! to provide, in his words, an environment conducive to finding creative ways to beat the system

extraterrestrial by katy perry: well its WORKING

sugarsnappea: hmmm

sugarsnappea: r u thinking what im thinking

[ extraterrestrial by katy perry has been muted for 5 minutes- INAPPROPRIATE JOKE CLAUSE]

3amZoomies: THE PREEMPTIVE MUTING WORKS

sugarsnappea: that’s literally terrifying meiday

purblevilli: I LIVE

purblevilli: meiday??

sugarsnappea: yeah like if something goes wrong and you yell MAYDAY

3amZoomies: im in love 

sugarsnappea: you have the aro tag???

3amZoomies: PLATONIC love

sugarsnappea:

sugarsnappea: you know u’d think i’d understand the concept of friend love by now but ig not

purblevilli: midoriya

sugarsnappea: tbf its kinda hard

frogger: it do be like that

extraterrestrial by katy perry: N E WAYS

extraterrestrial by katy perry: who wants to sit with who on the bus

sugarsnappea: mina why would you do this

extraterrestrial by katy perry: oh how i love the ‘Several people are typing…’ message

purblevilli: you’re horrifying

extraterrestrial by katy perry: why thank u uwu

frogger: she throws a golden mango to the masses and cries ‘FOR THE BEST ONE IN THE CROWD’ and watches the arson

purblevilli: why a golden mango

frogger: idk reasons

sugarsnappea: it was a gift from aphrodite worshipers or smth

shockingnews: but why would aphrodite pick a mango

shockingnews: like there’s grapes, apples, peaches

[flexxtapePeter has been muted for 5 minutes- INAPPROPRIATE JOKE CLAUSE]

shockingnews: forgot abt that tbh

frogger: was it an emoji of a peach with the blurry eyes

3amZoomies: you know sero so well tsu

purblevilli: but WHY a M A N G O

froggers: ask the greeks

froggers: ANYWAYS

froggers: do u want help w the costume fix mido, kero

extraterrestrial by katy perry: oh yEAH can i get help sketching my own out

extraterrestrial by katy perry: and like. the vibes need to change

sugarsnappea: i mean we could have a ‘study session’

sugarsnappea: mom’s not home she wouldn’t care lol

shockingnews: stepbro

[shockingnews has been muted for 5 minutes- INAPPROPRIATE JOKE CLAUSE]

frogger: would work for me kero, i wanna design some support

3amZoomies: DID SOMEONE SAY SUPPORT

frogger: hooked her kero

3amZoomies: YALL CAN COME TO MY HOUSE I HAVE A WHOLE LAB AND A BUNCH OF FABRICS UWU

3amZoomies: PLUS I CAN ORDER PIZZA

sugarsnappea: can it

sugarsnappea: can it be stuffed crust

3amZoomies: IT SURE CAN

extraterrestrial by katy perry: IM IN I AM COMING TO THIS

froggers: well ig it’s a channel thing now

froggers: lemme make it official

froggers: @everyone we’re doing a costume design and support design party at Mei’s house- pizza is supplied

flexxtapePeter: brooooooooooooooooo

Mina stifled a giggle, shoving another slice of pizza in xyr mouth as she doodled on paper. Mei had, for some reason, outlines of a body already for designing costumes, and she’d given him some colored pencils to work with. They had come up with a good protective layering, a black Kevlar bodysuit, and now just needed to find how to incorporate her colors in. But watching Mei work on Midoriya, and his motor-mutter, was too funny!

Mei’s eyes Zoomed in at the fabric she was draping across a chair next to them, and Midoriya’s muttering ticked up a notch. Mina had long lost hope of deciphering it- it was just peaceful background noise now, like the tiny ribbits from Tsu as they worked on math and Shinsou’s game bleeping as he played, or the sound of pencil on paper as Mei noted down things.

It was almost stunning how quickly her personality could shift when her passion was involved. Over the span of a few minutes Mei had swiveled from bouncy hyperactivity to cheerful, happy seriousness, less loud and not as hyperactive. Putting all her energy into her love, Mina assumed, helped with that. 

“Alright, Mido, can you take your jacket off? I wanna redo the sensation test on the underside of your arm- it’s actually more sensitive, did you know that?- and I wanna see if it’s too scratchy or too rough on a more sensitive area, is that cool with you?” She didn’t hear a response from Midoriya, but xe assumed he had responded- they weren’t looking right now. 

He furrowed her brow, tapping the pink pencil against xyr lips. How much skin did she want showing? She’d already decided on a bodysuit with a turtleneck, should there be cutouts? 

Somebody flopped down next to xem, and he looked over to see Denki stretching out. He’d been chilling out with Sero before, but she was fairly sure Sero was asleep now. They would never be able to be quiet for this long otherwise. 

“Whatcha doing?” Denki leaned forward and snagged a bite of her crust- they halfheartedly swatted at him, but didn’t retaliate otherwise. 

She shrugged, scribbling an idle star onto the paper. 

“I’m trying to redesign my costume, but I don’t want to completely lose the acid trip feel, y'know? Like, ‘ooh, here comes an acid hero, time to trip!’, but it’s just not coming together!”

Denki hummed, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at the costume. He hummed something over Midoriya’s squawk- probably got hit by one of Mei’s dreadlocks again- and looked back at xem.

“Well, do you wanna go limelight or underground?”

Mina stared at them for a moment before it clicked. All of a sudden, they felt like a complete idiot. She hadn’t even considered hero types! 

Xyr reflex was to say limelight heroism, but something stilled his tongue before he could say it. She didn’t know why, but…

Denki nodded sagely, clapping xyr back. “No, yeah, I get it. S’a lot to think about this early. But have you considered mixing the two costumes together?” He reached forward and grabbed a spare outline paper, sketching something out. She craned her head over his shoulder, watching in interest. 

He included xyr’s black bodysuit, before drawing a sweetheart neckline across the chest. 

“See? You can have the bodysuit, but maybe for decoration or branding, you layer your original suit idea over it!”

Their ‘feeling-like-an-idiot’ meter just rose considerably. They hadn’t even considered just… combining their costumes!

He nodded, reaching over Denki with a pencil. “That’s a good idea!! Could I incorporate the jacket somehow?”

Denki furrowed his brow, tapping his chin with the pencil.  “I’m… not sure. Loose fabric is dangerous.”

Mina whistled a short tune, looking away. Maybe… the arm and leg warmers weren't a good idea after all. 

Not yet, at least. 

general-chat

emotionaldamage: bro all the herolings are. suspiciously quiet rn

3amZoomies: shut up we’re nerding

emotionaldamage:

emotionaldamage: well ok then da**

ocean eyes by american avenue: there is a lack of chill in this chili’s

uwu: chili’s without the chill might as well call it i’s

owo: oh i hate that

noneforyall: i escape one memer only to run into another

yellingSCREAMING: baaaaaaaabe you love engine tho

i can make you a brain powered coffee machine: engine? new member?

owo: i havent gotten a notif but we could?? are we getting new member???

yellingSCREAMING: no, engine is one of our irls, he’s really into engines and cars so that’s what we call him

yellingSCREAMING: he’s great!! imperf all the way, but he hasn’t experienced anything like what anyone in this server has

ocean eyes by american avenue: ahhh ok makes sense

yellingSCREAMING: n e ways @noneforyall the babies are screaming for you

noneforyall: 

noneforyall: i have no longer escaped the memer

emotionaldamage: ok BUT LISTEN

emotionaldamage: the little herolings are STILL SURPRISINGLY QUIET

FPShack: I think they were plannin’ something in their student GC, we’re not in there so. yeah we don’t have answers

ocean eyes by american avenue: plot twist they’re committing arson

3amZoomies: NO IVERYTHIGN IS LEGLA ANMD TOYALTLY CHILK 

noneforyall: Zoomies.

3amZoomies: NO FIORE DEFONTPTLYO NO AVIDICDENTAL ARDOWN JEHR

FPShack: you just got one of the heaviest sighs from none I have ever heard

uwu: is zoomie ok

owo: or high! high is a valid answer too

3amZoomies: IT S THE VREATTIVNE PROCECVS WE’R EFI N E 

yellingSCREAMING: listener accidentally setting things on fire is not in the creative process! close but no dice

3amZoomies: hello, kero, it’s frogger

3amZoomies: zoomie is busy putting out an oil fire, we were all redesigning hero costumes and doing homework but now we’re just. watching the burn, kero

noneforyall: if you were redesigning hero costumes and doing homework how did you get an oil fire

3amZoomies: pizza boxes have a worrying amount of grease in them, kero

noneforyall: problem children

3amZoomies: that’s us, sensei, kero

noneforyall:

noneforyall: at least let me and Nem-sensei look over your costume ideas and approve or disprove before turning them in

3amZoomies: ofc kero

3amZoomies: sugar is asking if it’s possible to overwrite a costume idea turned in

noneforyall:

noneforyall: #ua-gen-chat-NO-VILLIANS

[ua-gen-chat-NO-VILLIANS]

noneforyall: why does midoriya need his costume overturned

frogger: a certain heroics teacher butted in and changed his costume

shockingnews: it’s a train wreck

frogger: it’s made out of spandex, kero

noneforyall: of course it is

noneforyall: alright hellspawn @sugarsnappea (/pos)

noneforyall: when we go over the costumes together, give me your finished design, and i’ll let Power Loader know abt the situation

sugarsnappea: bl e s s

extraterrestrial by katy perry: !! sensei, could I ask u to look at my costume too? I had some ideas!

extraterrestrial by katy perry: plus i have some questions about underground uwu

FPShack: it’s always limelight or underground it’s never twilight

sugarsnappea: twilight??

FPShack: *sad yeehaws*

purblevilli: *y**haw

FPShack: why would you censor the yee

yellingSCREAMING: it’s a thing snipe dw abt it

yellingSCREAMING: but yes! Twilight heroes exist, they walk the line between daylight and underground

yellingSCREAMING: it’s no tougher than either heroics, but it is more delicate, and there’s a balance you need

extraterrestrial by katy perry: it’s both limelight and underground???

shockingnews: YOOOO MINA THECOSTUME IDEA WOULD WORK

extraterrestrial by katy perry: IT W O U L D

[general-chat]

owo: im a they/them out to cause may/hem

uwu: OWO IM SOBBING WHAT

ocean eyes by american avenue: she/they that’s a lil cray/cray

purblevilli: they/he that slays/king

john cena: girls that go tch vs guys that go kyaaa

emotionaldamage: what the hap is f * * * e n i n g

shockingnews: I FOUND A SHINY JOLTIK ITS SO CUTE

shocking news: IM NAMING IT LEMONADE

polarexpress: speaking of pokemon did you know that in terms of male human and fem

ocean eyes by american avenue: DONT MAKE ME TAP THE SIGN

polarexpress: duly noted

shocking news: no

shocking news: n e ways eevee is nice im gonna get a jolteon

extraterrestrial by katy perry: we all thought shocking was a pikachu,,,, he’s actually a jolteon

sugarsnappea: hottest take i’ve heard today

shocking news: lowkey nice to hear me compared to an electric pokemon that’s not the pichu/pikachu line 

extraterrestrial by katy perry: i aim to please uwu

uwu: i hope the f*** you do not

ocean eyes by american avenue: i’m watching great british baking show and it’s so relaxed but so tense at the same time

ocean eyes by american avenues: uwu. 

uwu: IM SORRY IT WAS RIGHT THERE IHAD TO I A HT  AD T O

owo: I M S O B B I N G

i can make you a brain powered coffee machine: i get out of school and see This

sugarsnappea: why are you in school coffee u are legitimately the smartest person in this server /gen

ArtCollector: Excuse Me.

sugarsnappea: u heard me old man

yellingSCREAMING: see my nA M E-

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: IM SOBBING WHAT

i can make you a brain powered coffee machine: A N Y W  A Y S im in school to learn languages so i can market all over the world

3amZoomies: incredibly valid

intotheverse: I was gone for literally uhhh, a day or two?

sugarsnappea: Verse, it’s been four days. Have you slept?

intotheverse: some. had a rough time with da parents. Good news, I now live right f**ckin next to you. Bad news… I have no money for rent and need to pay the initial deposit s o o n or ill be back in the shelter and i dont wanna take up more space for the otherwise unfortunate.

sugarsnappea: valid. hbt, the convenience store on the corner is alway understaffed bc too many robberies and rlly weak willed workers, so fly free.

intotheverse: dope, thanks snap

sugarsnappea: np, now imma go pass out because i was too chaotic and paint bombed ende****s agency today and he may be incompetently competent, but his sidekicks are scary good. 

purblevilli: hahahaha that was you??? You’re on the news lmao.

purblevilli: it’s been ten minutes are you okay?

sugarsnappea: I….

sugarsnappea: I *am* on the news!!!! HHHHHHHhhh what the heck! I didn’t even notice??? 

purblevilli: yeah no you were too busy *zoomin* you see how fast you flew across those rooftops???

frogger: go to sleep before i @ sensei. there is a test tomorrow.

ArtCollector: Frogger, you are currently sipping a monster.

frogger: *blinks* …and? 

sugarsnappea: I- you drink monster???? 

frogger: yeah, every so often. not a daily drinker like *someone(s)*, kero

frogger: see, nothing to say. stay offline bi**ces

intotheverse: dang

Izuku walked into class Thursday with chills rolling down his back. Something felt off, and he couldn’t pinpoint just what it was. Everyone looked fine, normal, chatting with one another, or brooding in a corner.

Aizawa was asleep behind his desk, as had become normal to the members of class 1-A. Uraraka was waving her hands around animatedly as she spoke to Iida about something. Kaminari, Sero, and Mina were laughing over something on Kirishima’s phone. Bakugou was brooding, tapping a pencil against his desk. Izuku glanced around one more time before sitting at his desk. At 8:30 on the dot, Aizawa rose like the dead and guided the class to a bus, where Izuku picked the seat in the middle. He picked up conversation with Tsu, even mentioning his off feeling.

“I kinda feel the same thing, kero. My hair is just standing on end every now again.” Tsu tugged at her lip gently, thinking. “Have you let Aizawa-sensei know?”

Izuku shook his head. “No, I tried to brush it off, really. It’s silly.”

“I don’t think so, kero. Once can be brushed off, but twice?”

Izuku nodded nervously, pulling out his phone. “I’ll just ask Collector to keep an eye out or something.”

“Maybe do interval messages? If you don’t send a message every so often then something is wrong?”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. Maybe.” He opened discord.

general-chat (8: 45 am)

sugarsnappea: @ArtCollector @Timekeepers Hey, so we’re going on a field trip today and i got a bad feeing so can we do fifteen minute checkins?

shocking news: everything okay? you ook anxious.

purplevilli: oh he does doesn’t he

intotheverse: o k a y   then. Collector isn’t online rn so I’ll keep chat member-locked for now until he responds. Only herolings will be able to type here so if everyone could move to (#general-2) please.

shocking news: *look

owo: il put a notice out to zoom in dms for her to keep in touch and contact nezy asap if you’re even a minute late.

sugarsnappea: thanks guys I really appreciate this.

owo: no problem snap. we trust you here.

Izuku felt his eyes grow slightly wet at owo’s statement. He really appreciated everyone on the server. He met Tsu’s eyes and set an automated repeat alarm for every fifteen minutes. Looking around, he met the eyes of everyone in the server, including Aizawa.

“Okay, listen up.” Everyone turned to the tired man. “We will be arriving shortly. Pro Hero Thirteen will be there to give a welcoming speech and briefing. Listen to em very carefully because ey has a lot of safety rules to explain. Breaking these rules will result in expulsion for violating conduct.”

Izuku made sure to remember Thirteen’s pronouns, as he did with everyone. He always felt too bad when he accidentally used the wrong ones, even when he usually referred with “They” until he knew.

The USJ loomed closer, and the ominous feeling in Izuku’s bones grew. He gripped his phone tighter. He wished he had a monster right now, something to blame the jittery feeling rushing through him on.

Thirteen was so cool! Ey explained rescue procedures, and went over safety rules, addressing the dangers anyone’s quirk could present, which Izuku agreed to wholeheartedly. One For All could easily kill someone, as could something as simple as Erasure. What if someone’s quirk was the only thing keeping them alive and Erasure just… stopped it? Or Anivoice, simple words of anger could lead to something frightening.

Izuku watched Aizawa become exasperated as he asked a question and Thirteen raised three fingers. Was All Might supposed to be here today? Was he out of time? Izuku remembered the news this morning, All Might zipping all over Musutafu. That idiot.

A few steps into the USJ and Izuku was ready to call off the alarm. If something was going to happen, it would have by now, wouldn’t it? His finger hovered over the delete icon, when he noticed his four bars go straight to none.

The air pressure changed and a violent wind blew Izuku’s hair out of his face. Green eyes snapped down to the plaza, widening when he saw a huge hulking creature standing in front of a huge crowd of people. A tinier creature was perched on top of the fountain, with snubbier features than the large abomination that stood eerily still.

“Hm,” A crackly wheezy voice sounded across the plaza, echoing from all sides. “It seems that All Might…. Is not here.”

“Is this the training..?” Momo murmured, eyebrows pinched as a nervous sweat beaded on her skin. Izuku swallowed, nauseous with nerves. 

“No. These are villains.” He murmured back. Aizawa-sensei had taken up a defensive stance, slowly edging the class back towards the door.

“What… a shame. Perhaps if a few students wound up dead… the precious symbol will appear…Attack at will.” Static, and the voice stopped. The crowd of villains moved forward in a wave, and Aizawa cursed as the thing that towered over everyone in the building blocked the door to the USJ.

“Stay together! Thirteen, protect them! Kaminari, try to contact the authorities!”

“On it” Kaminari tapped the earpiece on his visor, swearing violently as nothing happened. Not even his quirk was able to access any outside frequencies. “We’re gonna have to hope that Zoom does something!”

Aizawa had already thrown himself off of the edge of the platform, capture weapon out and ready. Izuku grit his teeth as he tore his gaze away from Aizawa, scrutinizing the giant creature blocking their way out. 

His alarm would go off again in two minutes. 

The first villain slipped up the stairs past Aizawa. Their shield quirk blocked Thirteen’s quirk, and ey were soon incapacitated. A flash of Aoyama’s navel laser blinded the villain, and Iida knocked him out with a strong kick. Two more were already on the way. Izuku sighed. He hoped that help came soon. That creature gave off very very ick vibes.

general-chat (9 am)

owo: @sugarsnappea 

owo: @sugarsnappea d*mmit

owo: @frogger

owo: @shocking news 

owo: @purblevilli @john cena @ebony dark’ness dementia raven way @flexxxtapePeter @maskedcryptid @noneforyall 

i can make you a brain powered coffee machine: currently trying to find their phones, it’s like they just disappeared from the map

owo: sh*t sh*t! @yellingSCREAMING can you get in contact with none or any of the kids??? they aren’t even briefly coming online

yellingSCREAMING: no hes not replying 

owo: @ArtCollector can you check on them, please? snap said he had a bad feeling.

ArtCollector: Oh dear… it seems Class A is under attack. I’ve already contacted Nezu, and Heroes are en route but I suppose I shall send reinforcements.

owo: oh thank nezu. literally.

intotheverse: collector you better let me and zap in if only for first aid in case any of the kiddos are hurt.

ArtCollector: …Fine, send coordinates please.