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A wise man once said that nothing is fun if it’s too easy. That man never met Izuku Shimura. Because his life was not easy and it was certainly no fun, even though it should be. His quirk, Pikpik, was an odd but very useful one unlike his family's telekinesis and flight quirks. From his hair, he could create green plant-like creatures with a leaf on each of their heads. They were about the size of a small rabbit, but had the same strength as Izuku himself. It would be the perfect quirk for rescue hero work.
But Katsuki wouldn’t allow him to have a more heroic quirk than his Explosion. So each Pikpik he saw, he destroyed, even though Izuku told him that hurted the greenette a little.
Still, life could be worse. Afterall, he still had a super sweet mom..but Inko was still worried about her son. But every time she saw him injured from having too many Pikpik’s destroyed (or Katsuki and his goons. Just attacking him), her Izuku kept saying that nothing was wrong. And Inko couldn’t really solve a problem when she didn’t know whether it truly existed.
Izuku remembered it perfect, despite it happening a small year ago.
He and Katsuki were now in their final year of middle school, and everyone was against Deku. But while some just ignored him, others like Bakugou actively opposed him.
“Alright settle down, settle down.” The teacher said with a bored look. “I know you all have great quirks and want to get into UA but calm down. We have a guest afterall.”
That guest was the number four hero, Best Jeanist.
The hero began speaking about discipline, heroism, and shaping one’s quirk into society’s backbone. Back then, Izuku was still fully intending to become a hero, and so was taking notes.
A lot of them, all the while mumbling softly.
This annoyed Katsuki to no end.
No one noticed Bakugou’s fingers tensing, nor the sparks forming in his palm. Not even Best Jeanist seemed to notice.
Until it was too late.
“Shut up, Deku!” The explosive student roared, unleashing one of his signature explosions towards Izuku, hitting him in the chest hard enough to make him fall back.
But Izuku sat next to the window, which had been opened for the summer heat.
As Izuku fell down, he felt his chest hurt a lot. More than all the previous times Bakugou exploded him there. And if that didn’t hurt enough, Best Jeanist finally ‘saved’ him.
By wrapping the threads of his school uniform around Izuku’s chest. With a harsh yank, Izuku lost consciousness, inches above the ground, blood coming from his mouth, and air leaving his lungs instantly.
For the next couple days, Izuku slipped in and out of consciousness. When he was awake, Inko stayed at his side, trying to reassure both of them that things would be alright.
But he heard what the doctors were saying. His lungs were burned and torn, and Inko couldn’t afford the surgery. She asked Jeanist agency if they might be able to help, since Best Jeanist did cause Izuku’s lungs to tear. But they just ignored her calls.
Instead, the agency dealt with Katsuki Bakugou.
“Katsuki Bakugou is rough around the edges, but claims to want to be number one like All Might. So from now on, to make sure his potential goes to a hero and not a villain, I’ll be taking him under my wing.” Jeanist said at a press conference, Katsuki standing next to him. Not in restraints, not even in cuffs.
Free as a bird, while Izuku was forced to die in a hospital bed.
He hated this. He HATED Katsuki Bakugou. He HATED Best Jeanist!
With his last bit of strength, Izuku made as many Pikpik’s as he could, filling the room with ninety-nine of them since they were quite easy to make. He wasn’t sure what he wanted them to do, only that he wanted to make those two as miserable as he was right now.
But then, someone entered Izuku’s hospital room.
“What curious creatures. Did you make them?” The man, an old short one with weird goggles and a bushy moustache, asked as Izuku could only nod. “Fascinating, but I’m not here for them.”
Izuku barely looked at him, which Kyuudai took as his change to continue.
“You see, I'm Kyuudai Garaki, and I have been in this business long enough to see tens, if not hundreds of people die from heroic negligence. So I sometimes offer free treatment to victims of heroes.”
That got Izuku’s full attention. “I…don’t want to die..”
“You won’t, my boy. But before you get your treatment, I want you to meet a friend of mine.”
“And that’s how I ended up in this suit.” Izuku finished his story in the present day. He sat in a bar, owned by his boss All For One, who he called Sensei, together with his assistant Kurogiri. But the more unique part about Izuku was his clothing.
He wore something resembling a space suit, if less bulky. On his head was a see-through helmet with an antenna on top so he could communicate with the Pikpik. If he were to take the helmet off, he would die, unable to breathe anymore after Bakugou and Jeanist’s actions.
“That’s quite terrible, darling. But how do I fit in this?” Across from Izuku sat a new recruit. A woman with quite a wide, muscular build. Her shoulder-length hair was smooth, and a reddish magenta color, her rather square jaw was also thinly covered in facial hair. Her lips were notably big.
“I’m trying to recruit a team. Sensei advised me to start with third rate goons, but I prefer someone more competent at my side. And you, Kurogiri said you have quite the impressive resume.”
“You flatter me, darling.” Magne laughed before she removed her sunglasses. “Who are you attacking?”
“UA. The boy who put me in this suit got in on recommendations, even though it’s somewhat known what he did to me.” Izuku growled. Immediately, the Pikpik’s ran towards him, having previously scattered around the room to help Kurogiri clean, to hug him. “*sigh* I’m going to show them he’s not a hero.”
“But neither are you. The news reports said you wanted to.”
“Don’t worry, miss Magne. After that day,”
I don’t want to be a hero anymore.