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Chapter 1: The Entrance Exam

The yellow light hung above his head, the familiar sight leaving the boy to wait. He could hear the clack of shoes moving around him, the sound of rattling wheels being pushed across the floor. The thick metal constraints were cold against his pale skin, the freckles scattered across his shoulders and neck barely visible.

“Ahh Izuku-kun, you’ve woken up. Just in time too, we’ve got everything ready for you.”

Izuku stayed silent on the metal table, his ears twitching at the sudden noise. Suddenly a face appeared in his view, glasses glinting in the light. He knew who it was. The greasy brown hair spread across the man’s forehead, the hair drooping over his eyes slightly. He needed a haircut, Izuku thought absently. Although Izuku couldn’t really say anything his own hair reached below his shoulders. Only thing was he had an excuse.

“Oh I can’t wait to see what this does! It always gives me an adrenaline rush seeing you like this.” The man chuckled to himself, before pulling away from the boy. Izuku heard the clutter of tools on the tray before he felt a sharp pain in his cannula. Moving his neck he tried to view what was being injected into his arm, straining his eyes he caught a glimpse of a syringe filled with black liquid. Before he could think more, his body started heating up. His insides burning like hot ash but he couldn’t take it anymore and he twist and turned against his constraints. The metal pulled tight on his skin, rubbing it raw, a few jagged edges latching onto him and tearing, black blood spilling from the wounds. He felt his breathing catch and heard the sound of manic laughter surrounding the room. His eyes were squeezed shut, his body shaking violently.

It hurt.

It burned.

He could feel his body rejecting the substance, bile rising in his throat as he felt the pain taking over.

“Oh no! Would you look at that? You’re body doesn’t seem to like this one very much! Such a shame...” The man exclaimed far too cheerfully to be sane.

His fingertips scrambled for purchase on the table, his blunt fingernails only succeeding in creating an awful noise against the metal. His eyes burst open as his body convulsed, the feeling of electricity spreading through his body.

“I do hope this helps! This modification could be so much if your body just accepted it. Oh won’t you be quicker Izuku-kun!”

He felt a burning liquid trail down his cheeks from his eyes, eventually a few drops falling into his mouth. He tasted the bitter liquid, the taste of iron from normal blood not present. It burned the back of his throat as if he’d already thrown up and the acid from his stomach was left to linger in his mouth. Before he knew it he was choking, his lungs gasping trying to take in air but only being met with nothing, as the blood and vomit clogged up his throat. Izuku heard the man tutting, his eyes forever staying on the tiles on the ceiling.

“I didn’t want to do this Izuku-kun, you’ve got to believe me; but I just can’t have you drowning in your own blood. It’ll all be over before you know it, don’t you worry.”

“All you have to do,”

Izuku caught him pressing a few buttons before he stood leering over his trembling body, his hands clutching two metal rods with balls at the end of each one.

“is close your eyes...”

The man moved the rods, making them touch his temples, instinctively Izuku closed his eyes as a sharp current ran through him.

He faded from the world, his eyes tightly shut.

 

———

 

His gloved hands held his tail tightly, his nerves running off the roof with all the people around him. He recognised the girl who helped him from earlier and felt like going over there to say good luck. However he immediately cowered out of it at the sight of all the people around him, a tall spectacled boy glaring in his direction which caused Izuku to fidget under his gaze. The fur of his tail fluffed beyond reason at his anxiety. Suddenly the gates opened, Present Mic’s voice ringing out to the examinees’ ears. Immediately Izuku lowered himself and used his legs and hands to burst forward. His stance much like a cheetah running.

“WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? THERE’S NO COUNTDOWNS FOR BATTLE IN REAL LIFE! GO GO GO!”

The other examinees started up at his words all rushing to get through the gates. Izuku ignored them as he leaped at a two-pointer, his legs coming up to smash the head of the bot. He watched as it sparked with electricity at the loss of its head, the rest of it tumbling backwards before crashing down to the floor. He moved away from the fallen robot in search of more points, coming across 5 three-pointers, 12 one-pointers and 4 two-pointers which he took down in a similar way to the first. Pulling into a tight alleyway he pointed his left hand at the brick wall, his fingers going into a finger-gun position. He let a thin oil black dart eject from his index finger, grabbing it quickly in mid-air just before it hit the wall. Quickly he pricked his forearm with the dart, letting his blood coat the object. He emerged from the alleyway, ignoring the sizzling noise left behind him as his blood dripped from his arm to the floor. The blood would stop soon anyway. He swiftly located a two-pointer which he approached steadily, before jumping up and landing on the back of it. He used the blood coated dart to dissolve the important wires in the back of the bot’s neck. The machine shut down instantaneously. He did this for a few more bots, losing count of his score at some point. He finished up on a bot before he nearly fell off the lump of metal as the ground shook. Izuku watched as crowds of examinees ran past his crouched form, a familiar flash of blue blurring past him. Izuku soon noticed the gigantic robot clunking through the street, effectively bringing a few of buildings down with it. He too was about to join the crowds of runners, knowing trying to face the zero-pointer would be pointless, until he heard a sharp cry of pain. His ears shot up in a flash, his heard swivelling around as he caught sight of the brunette from earlier.

Before he knew what he was doing his feet were pounding into the textured floor, his gloves tearing at the speed he was going as odd pieces of small rubble caught his hands. He cursed inwardly but didn’t slow down, the red eyes of the zero-pointer gleaming down at him, tracking his steps. Finally reaching the girl he crouched down next to her, her eyes blinded by pain at the chunk of building trapping her legs. Using his hands he pushed the rubble up and away, he observed the damage before carefully tugging her away from the looming robot. But he knew it wouldn’t be quick enough. Izuku watched as the bot brought its foot down, the whole area around them shaking and trembling. In a split decision, Izuku laid the girl down in a clear spot, before rushing back to the large rubble piece. Grabbing it, he stood up and spun around, swinging the chunk of building around in a circle. Breathing in he counted down mentally from three. On the count of one he let it go, the concrete flying towards the zero-pointers head at breakneck speeds.

A loud crash was heard by all examinees, all turning their heads to see the boom as the zero-pointers head blew up, the hunk of metal falling back almost in slow motion. Izuku ran back to the girl, checking his arm to make sure it wasn’t bleeding anymore, he picked the brunette up. Careful not to jostle here he looked around for a medic, it was at that moment he caught a glimpse of a small elderly woman passing gummies to any examinees she passed.

Recovery Girl.

Izuku breathed out a breath of air as he scampered over to her. As soon as she saw the duo she frowned.
“Oh dear. Here, place her down and I’ll fix her up.” Doing as he was told he watched as Recovery Girl gave the girl a big smooch on the forehead. Fascinated, Izuku watched as a soft green glow enveloped the girls legs, the redness around her ankles receding.

“Are you hurt dear?” Izuku snapped out of his thoughts, Recovery Girl’s voice soft and gentle. He shook his head. The small pinprick would heal in a few days, and it was tiny anyway. His legs did ache but he suspected that was from all the running and jumping he’d done, along with the fact he had smashed pieces of metal with them repeatedly. But it was a minor detail. Izuku looked down anxiously at the girl, she hadn’t woken yet and he didn’t want to leave her alone on the floor. Catching his conflict Recovery Girl tapped his arm gently.

“It’s alright sonny, she’ll be fine, just help me place her on the stretcher.” Following her instructions he gently picked the girl up and placed her down on the stretcher. Getting a gummy from Recovery Girl he left the exam, his tail at its normal fluffiness as he exhaled a breath of air. Only as he was leaving did he really notice the damage to his gloves. The material was shredded tremendously, the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. He flexed his digits before begrudgingly pulling the ripped fabric away from his hands. What remained was cold metal, his hands taking on a charcoal grey colour. Looked like he needed new gloves again, it was already his third pair and it wasn’t even the second week of the month. Although he did suppose cleaning the beach was a good enough explanation to Inko why his gloves were shredded and torn.

He made it home in 20 minutes. The walk there was made up of him hiding his metallic hands in his hoodie. People tend to stare when you have snow leopard ears and tail and metal hands. It was a bit of an odd combination. Turning the house key into the door he was welcomed to the smell of spices and the feeling of heat. Tugging his bag and shoes off by the door, he walked to the kitchen, stopping at the sight of a thin green haired woman stirring a pot of carmine coloured liquid. She was humming quietly to the song on the radio, the beat light and bouncy. As she turned she caught sight of Izuku standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a small smile on his face.

“Oh! I didn’t even notice you had gotten back.” The woman cheerfully remarked, quickly placing the wooden spoon down and wiping her hands on her apron.
“Sit down, sit down.” She ushered him into one of the dining chairs, a warm smile on her face the whole time. Sitting down herself by his side, she clasped their hands together, an excited look on her face. Completely unbothered by the fact she was holding metal in her hands.

“Now tell me, how was it? Did you pass? Do you make any friends? Oh, did you see any heroes there?” Izuku let her ramble on a bit, letting her speak as he pet the fur of his tail. Just as she took in a gulp of air to speak again, Izuku let his tail flick her bare forearm, grabbing her attention.

“The food’s burning.” Inko shot up in her chair and scrambled over to the smoking pot, turning down the heat. Izuku wilted slightly at the loss of contact on his hands. Despite their metallic features he could still feel with them, and the warmth when she held his hands felt nice. He heard as she let out a sigh of relief as the food was thankfully not burnt. She turned back to the feline sat at the table.

“What was I talking about again?” She flushed a little bit in embarrassment.

“The exam.” Izuku replied, his hands coming up to tug the hoodie off his body.

“Ah yes, so, did you pass?” The hope in her eyes was contagious.

“I don’t know yet, but the results should be here in a week or two.” Inko leaned over the table and ruffled his hair lightly, before turning back to the pot on the stove.

“Well if you go get cleaned up, dinner should be done by the time you come out.” Izuku gave a little nod of his head before trotting towards his bedroom door. Collecting fresh clothes and a towel, he pulled himself into the bathroom. Searching through the sink drawer he found a pair of waterproof gloves for his hands that he could wear in the shower. It’s not that the water wore at the metal of his hands, it just left his digits a little creaky and stiff if they were soaked in it for a long time. The noise his soaked hands would make was obnoxious and he just took to wearing gloves in the shower.

Hopping out the shower, he pulled his clothes on, all his bottom wear had been modified to fit his tail so he didn’t have to deal with his pants sitting awkwardly on his hips and below his tail. As he walked into the kitchen he was met with the sight of a steaming curry placed at the table, Inko sitting at the table with a book opened in her hand. As Izuku sat down next to her, he looked at the title.

‘50 ways to pamper your cat’

He let out a light laugh at that, catching Inko’s attention in the process, she merely grinned at him with mischief.
“What? I have to be knowledgeable.” She smirked at him, watching him as he slumped in his chair, resigning to his fate.

“I’m not even- You know what, I’m not gonna win this argument.” And with that he dug into his food, grumbling as he did, with Inko looking at her pseudo son fondly.

———

“The explosive kid looks promising, he’s racking up points like crazy!” Nedzu was watching the screen with pinned interest, but not at the explosive child that Nemuri was going on about. His eyes were focused on the feline who was smashing his bot’s heads off like nobody’s business. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one. Nedzu watched from the corner of his eye as Shouta sat forward in his seat a bit more, his eyes trained to the screen that was showing the green haired child.

“Nedzu. Could you bring up screen 36?” He grinned inwardly and happily obliged, now given the excuse to watch the boy. Hizashi looked on confused at the screen as he too watched the boy.

“Hey Sho, why’d you think he went into that alley, there was two one-pointers right there?” Shouta hummed in remark, his eyes concentrating on the small movements in the boy’s hands. Suddenly something flew through the air before stopping, having been caught.

“Wow! What was that?!” Hizashi shouted with growing enthusiasm, probably deafening Eraserhead at the same time. With the loud outburst most of the heroes there seemed to collectively look towards screen 36. Watching as the boy pricked his own skin with the dark object, his blood coating the tip. Before anything could be said, the boy was darting off towards another bot. No one seemed to notice the ground dissolving as the boy’s blood dripped onto it. The teachers observed as he jumped on the back of the metal before running the blood coated object through the wires on the back of its neck. The machine collapsing in a heap on the floor. Everyone was rendered shocked, some more so than others if Nemuri’s and Hizashi’s open jaws were anything to go by.

“His blood did that?!” Nemuri leaned forward in her chair to look at Nedzu, waiting for answers. It was Shouta’s voice that saved him from the question he couldn’t answer.
“What does he file say?” Nedzu jumped down from his chair and walked to where the children’s files were. Flicking through them he caught sight of a fluffy eared boy. Picking the file out he skimmed through the information as he made his way back to his seat.

“Midoriya Izuku. Age 14. Mother, Midoriya Inko. Quirk...” Nedzu stopped speaking as he read the letters on the paper. His silence causing all the teachers to look over, the principal’s silence unnerving.

“Nedzu?” Toshinori’s voice rung out. The newest addition to the UA staff, also the most under qualified but with all good time.

“It’s says Not Available. N/A. It also appears he was only added to the system a year ago. Quite peculiar.” He dropped the file down on the table as he stood in his chair, before sliding it down to Eraserhead. As he read through the document, his eyes caught sight of Midoriya throwing a large chunk of concrete at the zero-pointer. Causing it’s head to blow up and fall backwards, effectively destroying it. Aizawa sucked in a deep breath through his nose before rubbing his temples.

“Problem Child.”

 

———

 

“Izuku! Izuku! It’s here!” Said boy burst out from his room and ran to Inko before grasping the letter in his hand and retreating back to his room. Inko waited outside anxiously, her hands wringing together in a clear show of nervousness. It wasn’t long before she was met with the sight of smiling Izuku. His shoulders relaxed and a small smile on his face, his eyes showing his pure excitement and joy. Inko all but burst into tears as she hugged the boy near to death.

“I’m so proud of you!” Izuku gently pat her hair, the letter in his other hand that was wrapped around Inko.

He done it.

He was going to be a hero.

His eyes stung with an emotion he wasn’t quite sure how to describe, the feeling causing both eyes and nose to prickle. Despite the weird sensation it felt oddly relieving, his arm hugging Inko tighter.

 

———

 

“YOU LIED! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU SAID HE WAS SAFE! YOU TOLD ME IF I WENT WITH YOU HE’D BE SAFE!” She struggled against the two pairs of arms holding her back, her eyes glaring at the tall man that had his hand on Izuku’s shoulders.

“Ah yes, but we all lie sometimes don’t we?” The man grinned deviously at the girl, his eyes sparking in amusement as she continued to thrash and bare her sharp teeth at him. She screamed and screamed until her voice was nearly giving up on her.

“As much as I enjoyed watching this, we’ve got places to be. And it seems so do you.” The other doctors pulled her towards the door, dragging her by her arms.

“Say goodbye Izuku.” The man seemed to enjoy the clear distraught on the boy’s face, opposed to the usual blankness he was so used to seeing. The doctor gripped the boy’s shoulders tighter as he spoke.

“Izuku, I said say goodbye. You might as well, you won’t be seeing her again.” Something flashed in the boy’s eyes as he lurched forward, his hand stretched out to the older girl. But the doctor’s grasp on his shoulder stopped him from doing so.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His voice was a whisper, as the girl was dragged out of the room.

“You had your chance. Let’s go.” Izuku could only mindlessly follow the man as he was dragged through the building. One thought playing in his mind like a broken record.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m sorry.

 

 

I’m sorry.

 

 

I’m sorry.

 

 

I’m sorry.

 

 

I’m sorry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m sorry, Hanako.

Chapter Text

Test Subject Name: Hayashi Hanako
(林花子)

Test Subject Number: Four
(4) (四) 

Test Subject Age: 8

Test Subject Date of Birth: November 1st 21XX

Subject Placement: Floor 19 Room 26

 

Test Subject Modifications:
Improved eyesight
(Pg2. Section1)
Hardened Bones
(Pg3. Section6)
Enhanced Hearing
(Pg4. Section2)
Retractable Claws in Hands and Feet
(Pg3. Section9)

Cause of Death: Failed modification attempting to increase the support of weight on bones. Crushed and drowned in own blood.

Date of Death: 3 October 21XX

Subject Notes: Test Subject 4 seems to hold a strong familial bond with Test Subject 7. This has allowed the subject to be more willing to experiments and modifications, this also means-

DATA CORRODED

 

 

 


 

 

 

He wandered aimlessly around the halls of UA, navigating his way to find Class 1-A. Although navigating would be a strong word, walking in hopes of finding the right class was a better description. Navigating made it sound like he was actually getting somewhere; news flash, he wasn't. Whilst panicking about being late he finally found the classroom, loud chatter coming from inside. Quietly, he slid the door open, hoping to not attract attention to himself. It didn't work as he was immediately assaulted by a familiar looking brunette, her cheeks flushed with a permanent blush and a wide smile on her face that made Izuku jealous. He still couldn't smile properly, always ending up stretched and a bit creepy looking. He'd get there, he just needed more practice.

"Hey! You're the one who saved me in the exam! Recovery Girl said you'd get in, but I'm still so happy you actually made it!" The girl was practically bouncing around him, her face filled with excitement. "Recovery Girl didn't mention your name but mine's Uraraka Ochako." She held a hand out for him to shake, he did so hesitantly and quickly. It was over before she could notice that his hand wasn't normal and squishy like skin and flesh.

'Midoriya Izuku." Uraraka beamed up at him in response despite the obvious odd act, Izuku offered his own small one in response, before tensing up. He could hear shuffling outside the classroom door, the sound of fabric rustling causing him to spin around, and wait. He caught Uraraka looking confused out of the corner of his eye before she let out a tiny shriek. Laying outside their class was a scruffy looking man wrapped in a bright yellow sleeping bag. Izuku thought he looked awfully like a chrysalis. He watched as the man sucked on a juice pouch before climbing out of his cocoon- sleeping bag. 

"If you're here to make friends, go somewhere else." He stood in the doorway now, his voice catching everyone's attention. "It took you eight seconds to quiet down. Life is short, kids. You're lacking in common sense." He pointedly looked at Izuku with something that he recognised as acknowledgement, before pulling something from his sleeping bag. He quickly realised that he had pulled out the school's gym uniform. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Pleasure meeting you. Now wear these and head to the PE grounds." Ceremoniously he dropped the uniforms in a heap on the floor and was gone in the blink of an eye. Grabbing a uniform, Izuku made his way to the changing room and pulled himself into one of the cubicles. As soon as he was done he head to the PE grounds noticing he was the only there apart from their homeroom teacher. He took this time to study his teacher, noticing that although he looked tired and relaxed he was alert and his body ready to move. He took in the greyish white scarf balanced on his shoulders and around his neck, and how his body was clad in a black jumpsuit. Suddenly, his stare was met, dark eyes piercing his own viridian eyes, he saw a flash of red in them before it was gone as the rest of the class filed out. He heard before he saw Uraraka bounding over to him bringing a spiky red head with her.

"You're Midoriya, right? I'm Kirishima Eijirou." Izuku bowed his head slightly in response, before flicking his attention to Aizawa-sensei as he pulled out a ball. 

"Sir, are we not going to the entrance ceremony? Or what about the guidance sessions?" Uraraka chirped up from beside him, Kirishima nodding along with her eagerly.

"We won't be wasting our time on that if you want to be heroes. UA is known for it's 'freestyle educational' system, and that applies to us teachers too." Aizawa-sensei moved towards the softball pitch before turning back to the class. "Softball throw, standing long jump, grip strength, endurance run, 50-meter dash, seated toe touching, upper-body training, and side-to-side stepping. You all took part in these in middle school, the only exception is that here, you can use your quirks." Suddenly, Aizawa-sensei turned to an angry blond haired boy who seemed to have a permanent scowl fitted on his face. Izuku attempted to mimc the boy's expression, but no amount of prodding to his face allowed him to scowl like that. Although he did get a laugh out of Uraraka for it, so he supposed that was good enough. 

"Bakugou, you got the most villain points in the entrance exam. How far could you throw in middle school?" Aizawa-sensei used an underarm throw with the ball, Bakugou catching it, his scowl still present.

"Sixty-seven meters."

"Now try it with your quirk, anything goes as long as you don't leave the circle." Bakugou gave a small 'tch' before he pulled his arm back.

"DIE!!!!!!" A loud explosion went off before anyone could react, Izuku whimpering slightly as the noise hurt his ears. He saw he wasn't the only one affected as two other students, a boy with six arms and a girl with earphone jacks, were grimacing and holding their respective ears. "Die?" Past the ringing he heard Kirishima's confused voice. Looking back at the display, he saw that the ball was nowhere in sight, and that Aizawa had fabricated a phone from somewhere. 

"It's important for you to know your limits. That's how you figure out what type of hero you want to be." Displayed on the phone was his score, '705.2m'. Immediately, there was a chorus of noise, excited voices travelling around the class quickly. Somewhere near the back he heard a voice shout something about it being fun, and glancing back at Aizawa-sensei, he realised that was definitely the wrong thing to say. "Fun, you say? You're here hoping to be heroes after three years and you think it'll be all fun and games?" Suddenly the whole class was quiet, a pink girl with horns stiffening, clearly the one who had said the outburst.

"How about this then? Person who comes in last will be expelled." And yet again the noise picked up, Uraraka being particularly loud. 

"The person in last will be expelled? It's only the first day here, that's not fair!" Izuku grimaced. he couldn't even begin to think of life ever being fair, and it kind of hurt to hear someone say something as small as a test was being deemed unfair.

"Life isn't fair. People die every day, innocent people. It'd be better for you to learn that now, then later on in life when someone's life is on the line, and all you can say is that it's not fair." Maybe he was being a little harsh, but she had to know. They all did. You can't go into a situation with one plan and expect it to work. Life's unfair, things don't go to plan. And he knew that, he'd rather hurt her feelings then let her hold onto that naivety about the world. It also seemed like, Aizawa-sensei agreed with his sentiment.

"Right on point, Midoriya. Natural disasters, highway pileups, rampaging villains, the world's unfair, us heroes are there to reduce all that unfairness. I'm sorry to tell you that if you thought this was gonna be a walk in the park, you're wrong. For the next three years UA will run you through the wringer. That's plus ultra." Izuku snuck a look at his possible future classmates' faces, his vision clouded by determined eyes and faces, although he did spot a small ball headed boy who was practically drooling beside a busty black haired girl. She was clearly uncomfortable at his gaze, her hands fidgeting and arms moving to cover her chest. Seeing this he waited until the first test started up, a familiar looking spectacled boy and a frog-looking girl walking up to the starting line, before he started inching closer to the purple headed boy. He didn't want to catch Aizawa-sensei's attention, and was praying for the fact that Aizawa had to watch and record the test results that he wouldn't notice Izuku. 

Swiftly, he snatched the boy up with his tail, dangling the boy above the ground by his leg. 

"Could I please ask you refrain from doing that?" The boy looked like he was going to say something but as soon as he saw the cold glare directed at him he closed his mouth, the words dying on his tongue. He eagerly nodded, twisting his body in an attempt to get away. 

"Good." He said bluntly, before dropping the boy in a heap on the floor. He saw the girl from earlier looking at him gratefully, he gave a weak smile in retaliation, quickly moving away back towards the front by Kirishima and Uraraka. 

"Midoriya, Bakugou. Up to the line." Scurrying towards the line he caught sight of Bakugou glaring daggers at him, his lips forming a snarl. Turning his attention back to the track, crouching down very much like the frog girl from earlier. Suddenly he heard the siren go and dashed forward, his feet pushing off the ground as he used his hands to propel himself forward. 

'2.33 seconds'

'4.13 seconds'

He heard his own time go off first that was quickly followed by Bakugou's, the explosive boy obviously irritated by the difference in time, his growling very much reminiscent to a dog's. Moving away he stood next to Uraraka again, really the only familiar face there. She gushed about how fast and cool it was, her arms and face expressing her emotions very clearly, when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and saw Kirishima with his arm slung over him. Just as he was about to turn his head back to the front, he caught sight of a red and white haired boy watching him, a large scar covering his left eye, his eyes heterochromatic. Grey and blue pierced deep into his own eyes, an unknown emotion swirling around in them. He gave the boy a small wave but he turned away from him, his gaze directed to the front as he was called up.

'Todoroki Shouto.' That was his name, it seemed awfully familiar but he couldn't quite place where he had heard it from. Disregarding that, he watched as the boy used his ice to slide across the track, the action seeming effortless and graceful. It felt like watching one of those ice skaters on the TV at Inko's house. But the show was quickly over and the next exercise started up. 

The Quirk Apprehension test passed by quickly, and he saw the purple haired boy from earlier getting increasingly nervous. He knew he was doing good, and guessed he was somewhere near the middle. Really he should've been paying attention to everyone's scores, that way he'd be able to know where he and everyone else stood in the placements. Most people seemed to excel in one or two areas, whilst (who he realised was the girl from earlier) Yaoyorozu Momo flew past everyone with her creation quirk. Every since he had been welcomed into Inko's home, he had the hobby of analysing people, specifically their quirks, and right now he could feel his hand twitching in anticipation. And despite it being a mechanical hand it functioned pretty much the same, it was connected to his nerves, it's own artificial nerves keeping the hand functioning like a normal one would. He wasn't quite sure how they did it but, his hands had pain receptors in the nerves so if they got damaged he would feel the pain. Which was annoying sometimes because when his hands were submerged in water for a while they tended to get stiff, and it hurt to move them when they were like that. And unfortunately the only way to get rid of the stiffness was to work it out, so he had no choice but to move them. So it was really frustrating, but he supposed it had its benefits; although he wouldn't go as far as to saying it was worth his hands for it. Snapping out of his thoughts, his attention was brought to the placement list for their scores; his eyes scanned from the bottom up and he was shocked to find his name at third place, behind Todoroki and Yaoyorozu but ahead of Bakugou and a guy named Iida Tenya. It was really bothering him that he couldn't quite place certain names that seemed so familiar to him. Aizawa-sensei mentioned how the expulsion was a rational deception to bring out the best in them. He heard Yaoyorozu say something about how it was obviously a lie, but glancing back at Eraserhead he didn't think it was, the man was by all words rational, and didn't seem the type to say things without meaning, so something must've changed for him to not exclude anyone.

Ignoring that problem, he slinked back to the changing rooms, pushing himself into a cubicle again before getting changed. Finishing in record breaking time he navigated his way back to the class, without getting lost again, looking at the seating chart before sitting in his assigned seat. He caught an eye of Aizawa laying on the floor, his sleeping bag like a cocoon around him, the man was staring back at him before looking back at the clock on the wall.

"You're early." Izuku tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what Aizawa was getting at. Was he meant to change longer? Should he have waited outside the changing rooms for the rest of the class? It didn't seem logical why he would, especially when he suspected they had class next. Or maybe he was missing something. Maybe it was something they did in school. He'd never gone before, did that mean he was doing something wrong? Was he going to be punished? He hoped not, especially if the school's punishments weren't different to the doctor's. But he doubted they would be the same. The doctor had gone a bit insane with his time at the facility, and the facility wasn't government funded and illegal so that probably meant the punishments were different. He didn't think punishments changed dependant on the teacher's personal interests like they did at the facility. Deriving himself away from those thoughts he put his attention back on Aizawa and quietly responded.

"Yes." He thought for a bit before opening his mouth again. "Have I done something wrong, Sir?" Aizawa looked a bit taken aback by that if his eyes widening slightly said anything. He seemed to be studying Izuku before coughing into his hand, his head still laying on the floor.

"No. You've done nothing wrong, Midoriya." This reassured him, he really had no clue what to do in a school, and there didn't seem to be any books on it, so he'd probably embarrass himself a few times before he got the hang of it. It'd be like he was a child starting out in kindergarten, except this was a high school, and a hero one at that.

"Oh, okay." And the silence returned, however not for long as the rest of the class seemed to be filling in. Aizawa pulled himself out of his cocoon and started handing out syllabuses before telling them the day was over and they could go home early. Walking out of the school he fully anticipated the walk home to be quiet and alone, so he was pleasantly surprised when Uraraka, Kirishima and Iida walked up to him as he was leaving the gates. The walk was nice, he hadn't really expected to have made any friends as of yet, especially with how it was hard for him to show most emotions, it was relaxing. And by the time they had to go on their separate trains, he was left a little disappointed that he couldn't talk to them more; well more like they talk and he'd occasionally pipe up with a response. But it was still nice to be included. So as soon as he got back to Inko's house he gushed about his newfound friends, Inko just as excited as he was, and asked questions of her own about his friends and classmates. Dinner ended up being a very social time that day, both individuals blabbering about anything they could think of, but always ending up at Izuku's first day at UA. The day was peaceful and seemed to relieve all the stress he had built up with his 14 years of life.

The nighttime seemed to be a completely different case.

Laying in bed, he reminisced about the day, and prayed tomorrow would be the same. And closing his eyes, he didn't care to ponder why everything over the past few weeks had gone well. So really when he woke up in a cold sweat, heart hammering out of his chest, he felt stupid. He should've expected this. He was naive to think it had all ended now that he was out. Because despite physically escaping the facility, it still followed him, and it would forever. So he let silent tears pass his eyelids and let it tire himself, his body so exhausted it had no choice but to pass into the state of unconsciousness. His dreams cutting off blank with half memories, memories he felt like he knew, but was constantly left in plight of ignorance. More questions given then answers received. 

 

 

 


 

 

 

The only memories he had of when he was younger were always about the facility. The glass walls, that cared little for privacy, the yellowish tiles on the floor, their original colour white but he always remembered them painted in red, and the grey ceiling, a common sight. He would've thought that he was born in the facility if not for one memory.

Just one.                                 

It was cold. Unnaturally so. And he wasn’t sure if it was because it was snowing outside or the lack of heating in the house. Perhaps a combination of both. It bothered him, his body shaking under the thin blanket that was draped over his chest and legs. The chills biting at his skin and crawling up his back, his eyes wide awake as he laid still in bed. It was quiet. Silent even. No birds tweeting in the early hours of the morning, the light of dusk barely kissing the rooftops.

Everything was quiet, until it wasn’t.

The sound of a car running disrupted the serene atmosphere, the noise catching his attention, his eyes moving from looking at the ceiling to the small window facing the front of the house. Trembling, he stepped out of his bed, his feet aching against the cold floorboards. Moving quietly towards the window he drew back the curtain an inch. His eyes searching outside for a familiar car. And he saw it. The car running as two figures stood by it in the driveway, their figures shadowed by the darkness of the early morning.

Creeping out of the room he wasn’t quite sure if there was anyone else in the house. If anyone else was meant to be in house. He couldn’t remember when he thought back on it.

Reaching the front door he had to jump to reach the door handle, his small fingers clutching the metal and pulling down. The door suspiciously unlocked, but he hadn’t thought about it at the time. He hadn’t thought about much at the time, well not anything distinct that he could remember about. Just the single thought of why their car was running with no one in it.

He looked between the two figures, one he remembered to be freakishly tall, but that might've been the thoughts of a three year old. At least he thought he was three, he couldn't recall his age at the time, and he'd always been a bit smaller than a child his age should be. The one standing next to the giant was smaller. A lot smaller. Someone he could assume was where he got his height from. It felt like he knew them, their body looked to be shivering in the snow, their head down with their hands to their face. The unknown individual standing beside them, unmoving, their hands straight at their side. They were both just standing there, and he could see their mouths moving but the way the shadows on their face were placed rendered him incapable of profiling either individual. And he could always feel an ache in his chest when he thought about not being able to see them properly. Not knowing who they were. What they looked like. 

And then suddenly, they were moving, well one of them was. And it was by no means the taller shadow, the figure still as still as a statue their back straight, head high and feet together. The smaller one moved to the car almost in slow motion. He didn't quite know if it was his mind playing tricks on him or if the figure really was walking that slow. Like they were reluctant. Like they didn't want to go. He always assumed it was his mind playing tricks on him, because if they really didn't want to go, they didn't have to. If they didn't want to go, they would have stayed. But they didn't.

So he watched as the person get in the navy blue car, hands on the wheel before the car started moving forwards. The sun peeking above the rooftops allowing him to catch a glimpse of light hitting the driver, a flash of green before it was gone. A flash of green before they were gone.

He recalled the overwhelming feeling of numbness and the coldness of the snow as his knees fell into the snow, wetting his pyjama bottoms, the cold seeping through. He could only watch as the man in the driveway turned to him, not his whole body facing him, just the side. The figure standing there, observing him before pulling himself out of his funk. A smile too wide to be pleasant stretching across, what he now knew to be, a familiar face, his glasses glinting with the welcoming sun.

"Oh, Izuku-kun! I didn't see you there!" The man turned to face him properly, the sun hitting his back and making him look like a monster with the way the shadows contorted his face, his teeth too sharp as he continued to smile."We're gonna have so much fun together Izuku-kun. Just us two." He wasn't quite sure if he had shivered from the cold or the way the man's eyes seemed to gleam at him, excitement running through them that looked more like a predator playing with it's prey.

"Just you and me Izuku-kun."

"Just you and me."