Izuku Landed With A Thud, On All Fours. A Look Of Shock And Pride On His Face.

Midoriya started to mutter under his breath before he realized what he was doing. When he did, he sat up and then trudged over to Kirishima's room. He knocked on the door and waited. Kirishima opened with a cheerful, "What's up?"

"Hit me. In the face." Izuku ordered. Kirishima looked shocked.

"What? I can't do that."

"Do it!" Midoriya growled. As soon as he said that Kirishima smacked him so hard that he fell to the side. Grunting in pain, Midoriya stood up and said, "Thanks."

"Uh, you're welcome, I guess," Kirishima said confusedly.

Chapter two of my first fanfiction.

“The tracker led to this location,” Momo said as she walked. Her heels click-clacking on the concrete, sweat dripping down her face. They had been walking for a while and the night was breathlessly humid, hiding their nervous sweat with regular perspiration. The alley that they stood in was narrow and trashy. Not much room for breathing space.

“So, this is their hideout...? I’d buy that!” Kirishima exclaimed.

“We can't be sure but... I've been checking and the villains haven't moved from here all day.” Momo looked back at them. She was just grateful for the glasses that hid her expression from them. She didn’t want anyone to see that she was terrified. Urararka didn’t have to hide anything. Her round face was set with determination. She wasn’t going to give up or stop until they had Midoriya back.

“Just because the villains are here doesn’t necessarily mean Midoriya is too. I need you all to realize that we’re standing here now based on very limited information.” Momo continued.

“None of us are suited to stealth missions like Jiro and Hagakure. So, I'm stopping this thing at the first hint of danger... because you’re my friends. And I won't hesitate to notify the authorities!” Iida added.

“Thank you, Iida. Just give me a minute to think... about what can actually do.” Bakugo said.

“We have to think like Midoriya to save Midoriya!” Uraraka chirped, “Bakugo, what would he do?”

It's a Bakugo and Izuku personality swap ya'll. enough said. Read it or not, it's up to you.

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“I can't believe that we won,” Bakugo said as he looked at Iida and Uraraka.

“I can, we work well together. Poor Kirishima. He had two very uncooperative people on his team. It was no surprise we beat them.” Uraraka said.

“Yes, it was their lack of teamwork the caused them to fail. If they had worked together, then we would have undoubtedly lost.” Iida said.

“We should do something to celebrate.” Bakugo found himself suggesting. He almost clapped a hand over his mouth. He looked at the ground, not wanting to see their faces when they told him no. If he was lucky, they would be nice and try to think up reasons why they couldn’t. Uraraka and Iida made eye contact and they smiled at him. Unknown to anyone. Uraraka and Iida had made an agreement to help get Bakugo out of his shell.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” Uraraka said.

“We could go to the library to study!” Iida said. Bakugo and Uraraka stopped and looked at him weirdly.

“If we want to excel at the things we have been doing then we must study more!” Iida explained, chopping at the air.

“Okay then, let's go study,” Bakugo said.

"You!" he snarled, "You mewling ill-breed spawn of the devil. The fair lady of scarlet, with eyes as pools of indigo, and lips of roses, you do not deserve to speak in her presence, nay even cast thine swampy green gaze upon her. Her effortless beauty. Her endless and perfect grace and elegance."

Ladybug paused, her arm posed to throw her yo-yo as she stared back at the Akuma. Chat's heart nearly choked him with joy as she frowned, unimpressed with the show.

After 45 minutes on the bullet train, Izuku found himself nearing the address of Gran Torino.

“Gotta be one awesome...” he said to himself as he walked up. The building looked ready to fall apart at the slightest breeze. The welcome sign that hung over the door was hanging by a thread and about to fall at any moment. The building was surrounded by black and yellow warning stripes. All in all, it was a very shabby place.

“...guy...”

Izuku opened the front door and peeked his head in.

“Hey, I have come from U.A. high school! Is there a gran Torino in here? It’s Midoriya!” Izuku called out. Then he looked down and saw an old man on the floor, red surround him and what looked like his guts, spilled on the floor.

“OH no! He's dead! They're gonna think I killed him!” Izuku cried out.

I heard you like bad girls. Well I’m bad

At everything

Izuku stumbled forward, his broken arms throbbing. He managed to find his footing and stop his fall. Kota looked at him, worried.

“I'm okay” Izuku huffed as he caught his breath.

“We need to get going. I think the villains are here to kidnaped of the students. I have to tell everyone. But first and foremost,... I've gotta protect you.” a determined look hardened Midoriya's face as he glanced back at the unconscious form of the villain. This look was ruined by one of his eyes that was close to swelling up.

“Hey kid, the only way that people can get through that forest is if you kill the fires. We need your quirk.” Izuku said. He crouched down and turned so that Kota could climb on his back.

“Hop on! I am gonna get you back to camp first” he ordered.

“Can you still move... with those injuries?!” Kota hesitated. He slowly wrapped his arms around Izuku's neck. One for all crackled around the both of them as Izuku powered up.

“I save my legs for this.”

chapter eight! the last chapter! aghhhhhhh!!!!!

Marinette was sitting on her roof again waiting for something. The wind swept by and made her shiver. She was hooded in a blanket as she looked at the night sky. It wasn’t like she was waiting for chat noir to show up or anything, she told herself. No, she was just taking a break from all her sewing things. She had been working on a cloak, but her fingers would not respond to her commands and caused her to mess up serval times. That gave her a reasonable excuse to take a break and sit out here and let her thoughts wander.