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A Totally Normal Student

⬐ U.A. High School is known for producing Japan’s greatest heroes. With legends like All Might and Endeavor paving the way, Class 1-A is expected to uphold that legacy. They train, they fight, they grow stronger every day. And then there’s (Y/N). No one really talks about (Y/N). Not because they’re weak—oh, no. If anything, they might be the strongest in the class. But there’s just… something off about them. The way they tilt their head just a little too far. The way they appear in places they shouldn’t be. The way they say things that don’t make sense—until they do.

⬐ anothers note : full story is here on my quotev page, A Totally Normal Student

⬐ fandom : MHA x Duolingo Reader ᓀ ᵥ ᓂ

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chapter 3

The city was alive with the hum of distant traffic, the glow of streetlights flickering to life as the sun dipped below the horizon. Shadows stretched long against the pavement, and the air held a crispness that signaled the transition from evening to night.

Izuku Midoriya walked home, his mind swirling with thoughts, emotions tangled like frayed wires. The day had been relentless. His chest still felt tight from the weight of Katsuki’s words, the sting of burnt pages lingering in his hands like ghostly remnants.

He barely noticed the shift in the air—how it grew heavier, how the streetlights flickered unnaturally.

Not until it was too late.

A gurgling, wet sound slithered into his ears.

Then—

A thick, putrid mass exploded from the shadows, lunging at him with a sickening squelch.

The world tilted.

He barely had time to react before something thick, suffocating, and vile wrapped around his body, sliding over his limbs like living tar. The smell was unbearable—rotting sewage mixed with something acrid and unnatural. His arms flailed, but his hands found no purchase, slipping uselessly through the gelatinous substance.

His lungs seized.

It was inside his mouth. His throat.

He tried to scream, but only a muffled, strangled sound escaped.

“A small fry like you will make a good cover,” the creature’s voice gurgled, words distorted as though spoken through bubbling liquid. “Just stop squirming, and this will be over soon…”

The edges of his vision blurred. His heart pounded against his ribs in rapid, panicked beats.

No—No, I can’t—!

Just as darkness began creeping at the corners of his mind—

A gust of wind exploded through the alley.

A deafening BOOM followed, like the very air had been torn apart. The pressure knocked the slime villain back, ripping it from Izuku’s body in one violent motion.

He hit the ground hard, gasping, his lungs finally dragging in air—burning, painful, glorious air.

His ears rang, his vision spun.

And then—

A figure loomed before him, silhouetted by the city lights.

“Fear not, young man!”

A voice boomed, powerful, unwavering—familiar.

Izuku’s breath hitched.

The world seemed to snap into place as his vision cleared, revealing the unmistakable figure standing tall before him.

“Because I am here!”

All Might.

A legend.

A living symbol.

He had seen this moment play out in his dreams a thousand times—All Might, standing before him, saving the day like he always did. But now? Now it was real.

His idol had just saved his life.

His vision blurred again—not from dizziness, but from the sheer weight of the moment. His body trembled with unprocessed adrenaline as he tried to push himself up, but before he could find his footing, darkness overtook him.

He fainted.

The next time his eyes opened, the world was still unsteady.

And yet—there he was.

All Might.

Standing mere feet away, larger than life, his bright grin as dazzling as ever.

Izuku scrambled to his knees, his breath catching in his throat. “A-Ah! I—!”

He reached for his notebook, fumbling for a pen, desperate—he needed an autograph, something, anything—

But when he flipped open the scorched pages—

It was already there.

All Might’s signature, scrawled across the page in bold strokes.

Izuku choked on his own breath, tears stinging at the edges of his vision.

“You’re safe now, young man,” All Might assured him, giving a thumbs-up.

And then, just like that, he turned to leave, dragging the villain’s remains with him.

No—Wait!

Panic surged in Izuku’s chest, desperation overtaking logic.

He couldn’t just let this moment end.

Before he could think, before he could stop himself—

He grabbed onto All Might’s leg.

The next thing he knew—

The ground disappeared.

Wind roared in his ears, his stomach lurched as he realized—

He was flying.

“Let go, young man!” All Might’s voice boomed, alarmed.

“I—I’ll die if I do!” Izuku clung tighter.

All Might’s face twitched, his grin straining, and then—blood.

A thick spurt of red leaked from his mouth.

Izuku’s eyes widened in horror.

Before he could react, All Might twisted in midair, scanning the cityscape before making a sharp descent.

They landed—hard—on an empty rooftop.

Izuku tumbled, rolling onto his back, gasping for breath.

All Might stood over him, looking…off.

Strange.

His body trembled slightly, his posture rigid.

And then—

He deflated.

Note : fucking balloons I tell ya. — Duolingo

Gone was the towering figure of muscle and might.

Before Izuku now stood a gaunt, sickly man, steam rising from his frail frame.

Izuku’s world cracked.

All Might sighed, wiping blood from his chin. “You had to ask something, didn’t you?”

Izuku swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Can… someone without a Quirk… be a hero like you?”

Elsewhere… 

Back at the streets, the night deepened.

Katsuki Bakugo stood with his “friends,” though the term was loose at best.

“You might’ve gone too far, man.”

One of them spoke cautiously.

Katsuki scoffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tch. It’s his own damn fault.”

The others exchanged glances.

They had seen Izuku take a lot over the years, but today? Today was—different.

Katsuki didn’t care.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

What he didn’t notice, though—

Was the pair of eyes watching from the shadows.

Waiting.

Hunting.

“Heh. Get lost, kid. I already found me a meat suit!”

The slime villain gurgled, tightening its grip around Katsuki’s struggling form.

From the edge of the alley, a figure stepped into view.

Unbothered.

Unhurried.

(Y/N).

“Spanish or vanish.”

The villain paused.

For a moment, silence hung between them.

Then, to its credit—

“Hola?”

(Y/N) smirked.

Katsuki, however, wasn’t so lucky.

It’s not like he’s drowning in slime or anything.

Oh wait.

He is.

Imagine—lungs filled, oxygen cut off. The slow, excruciating realization that no matter how hard you struggle, no matter how much you claw, there’s no air left.

Imagine the sheer, burning agony of suffocation—not just from lack of breath, but from inside out. His skin tingles, his nerves alight with an eerie numbness as the sludge seeps into every crevice, clogging his throat, squeezing his chest, crawling behind his eyes—

He is dying.

And no one is there to save him.

Particles.

Bit by bit, Katsuki’s body began to disintegrate.

The slime villain froze.

Then—

There was nothing.

Just empty air where Katsuki once was.

The villain recoiled in confusion.

(Y/N), however—

Simply grinned.

“All in a day’s work.”

Spoken to no one in particular.

Just a statement.

A fact.

A predator’s satisfaction.

And where does that leave our lovable pomegranate dog? Gone? Vanished ? Perhaps he now resides elsewhere? Elsewhere like…

El Bosque de la Lengua Perdida.

(The Forest of the Lost Tongue.)