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Unknowingly Mysterious But Funny
Quirk analysis was something Izuku did the moment he learned how to write. He’s always been in love with heroes and quirks abilities, so he decided to combine the two.
With each year that passed, Izuku filled 1-2 notebooks full of hero analysis. As time passed his abilities sharpened. He was better at reading battles, comprehending moves, and determining the difference between calculated fighting and quick reflexes.
Putting his analysis to use was nothing more than a dream Izuku had. Of course, that’s all his life could be without a quirk. He’d never be able to investigate what he’s capable of or think about how his quirk would work against different quirks. He was quirkless, the baseline of human capabilities.
Then the unthinkable happens, he meets the underground hero Eraserhead. It was completely by accident, but upon revealing his accurate hero analysis to the underground hero, it was hard to convince the adult that.
No one he’d ever met in his life had told him that he would be a good hero. So, imagine his surprise when the underground pro hero Eraserhead told him that he had great potential.
It was a dream come true.
The moment he shared with Aizawa was enough to motivate him to train to near perfection. When the entrance exam came, Izuku felt confident of his performance in all aspects. As he walked home, he knew he aced the written portion, and he did manage to destroy a handful of bots before saving a girl stuck under rubble.
Still, saving the girl was no easy feat and Recovery Girl handed him some gummies to replenish his strength. As Izuku finished enjoying the stamina gummy from Recovery Girl, she slipped a note to him. Raising a brow, he opened it up slowly. Inside contained a small keycard and a room number written on it.
Initially confusion plagued Izuku. He was an average applicant to UA with no special ties to the school. He had never met Recovery Girl before either, so it was shocking that she approached him for the sole purpose of slipping a note.
It felt like a set up, but he had to put his trust in the heroes. Maybe the applicants that were going to be accepted all got a secret note? Still there were a lot of successful people within his group alone who haven’t gotten a note.
Marching his way to the front doors of the main building, he was shocked to see the card worked. As he entered the corridors of the building, excitement filled his being. He was walking inside the number one hero school in Japan: the notorious UA. Being able to see his dream school in person was nothing short of a dream come true.
The corridors were tall, wide, and painfully long. The doors that led to rooms were just as big as the rest of the building. So much so that Izuku wondered how many individuals with gigantism-based quirks attended UA.
When he reached the room, he happily opened the door only to be greeted by a white… mouse?
“Welcome Izuku Midoriya, I apologize for the inconvenience. I am Principal Nezu,” introduced Nezu fondly, wearing a small smile with his paws resting on the table top.
“Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you, mister Nezu sir!” squeaked Midoriya as he violently bowed.
“No need to be formal. I simply couldn’t resist meeting the person who caught the attention of Eraserhead,” revealed the adult charmingly.
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really? Did he tell you that?”
Nezu nodded slowly, closing his eyes as his smile grew, spreading across his face. “Yes, he did. He told me everything. I must say, from what I’ve heard and with what I’ve seen today. You’ve made me want to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Midoriya barely mustered the courage to ask, “What may that be if you don’t mind me asking?”
“How would you like to take the final test to become my personal student?”
Midoriya became the first student in ten years to become Nezu’s personal student. While Midoriya wanted to be in the hero course, Nezu promised that his curriculum was nearly identical, but the difficulty level was higher and there was more focus on the analytical and craft behind detective work for heroes.
Midoriya quickly became a hot topic in the school within the first month. No one knew who Midoriya was and apparently, he was hard to track.
Most students only knew who was in their classes and people in their grade. So, the only people who had a good chance of figuring out who Midoriya was were the first years, still they could mistake Midoriya for an upperclassman.
It didn’t take long for the attention to fall off Midoriya when UA found themselves in hot water. It became a recurring theme which caught the attention of Midoriya.
After spending two weeks analyzing class 1-A in secret, Midoriya determined he wanted to be their friend. He didn’t want to be the one to approach considering Bakugo was in the class and had bullied Midoriya up until they no longer saw each other.
Midoriya planted himself near Aizawa a lot more often. Class 1-A were constantly in close contact with their homeroom teacher so it didn’t take long for word to spread about a mysterious boy with green hair and freckles to spread among the group.
Kirishima and Kaminari were the most vocal about their curiosity and had gained the confidence to ask about it.
“Mister Aizawa,” called out Kirishima quickly.
“Yes, Kirishima,” sighed Aizawa, already knowing the red head was up to something judging from the look on Kaminari’s face.
Kirishima sucked in a breath before asking the question that plagued class 1-A’s minds. “Who is the green haired boy that always talks to you?”
Aizawa raised a brow, seeming rather indifferent to the question. “That’s Midoriya, Nezu’s student.”
The entire class erupted into chaos. They were the first people to know the identity of the secret student. Bakugo remained still in his seat, fuming at the reminder that Midoriya got into some special program of UA. Despite his irritation, he reminded himself Midoriya still didn’t make it into the hero course.
It was Wednesday and class 1-A was heading to the field for their two-hour gym session. Everything was progressing as normal until Aizawa waved to someone from behind the group.
Midoriya rushed past in a gym uniform wearing a bright smile. One by one, jaws dropped and eyes widened. No one could believe Midoriya was joining them for class.
“Everyone meet Midoriya. Today he will be joining us per Nezu’s request. He will 1v1 each of you for five minutes to analyze your quirk. This is a serious assignment for him compared to what it if for you all so do not mess around.”
As the sparring began, Midoriya made it clear he meant business. Everyone watched as his eyes concentrated on everything his opponent did and how they utilized their quirk. A common theme became clear. He’d grasp an understanding of the quirk and then use said quirk against its user.
In the end, he’d force his enemy to fight without their quirk which led to quick victory. Midoriya struggled with Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Todoroki. The quirks were overpowering, and only extensive use would lead to his ability to win. Still, Tokoyami was weakened by the sunlight. The blast and smoke residue from Bakugo’s explosions created blind spots that could be taken advantage of. Todoroki only used his ice side so Midoriya could take advantage of the unused left side.
By the time Midoriya went through everyone in the class, he was exhausted but pleased. He made his way over to Aizawa and pulled out his notebook.
“I got everything I need. You can resume normal training,” informed Midoriya bluntly, waving his pen at the group before him.
Aizawa grinned, peaking at the notes. “Send me your analysis whenever you finish. I can use your notes for future training ideas.”
“I can do that. I’ll put an emphasis on weaknesses then for you,” chuckled Midoriya, scribbling down on the page as he talked.
Midoriya sat on the ground, writing for the remaining thirty minutes as the class ran laps on the tracks. It was a rather peaceful moment for Midoriya.
While he’d never regret accepting Nezu’s offer, he wondered what all he missed out on by not following the typical hero route. Nonetheless, he was content. The class ended and he returned to Nezu to finish his analysis.
If class 1-A hadn’t already been hooked on Midoriya, they were now. Not only was he super smart, but he was incredibly powerful despite never displaying his quirk. Never once did he make a big show about winning or overpowering everyone. He was humble.
It became a mission for the class to catch Midoriya when he was alone. After spending an additional week trying to track him down, Momo had gotten an inside scoop that he frequented the rooftop to eat on Fridays.
When Friday rolled around, a small group was to greet him on the roof. Everyone knew it would be dumb to overwhelm him and risk missing their shot.
Uraraka, Kirishima, and oddly Todoroki were selected to go. Uraraka and Kirishima were selected to go because of their friendly and calm nature. Apparently, Todoroki had a fascination with Midoriya after their fight. No one knew they had been talking to one another during those five minutes, but it was enough for Midoriya to change Todoroki’s life.
When they spotted Midoriya on the roof he seemed to be doing an assignment. His back was facing them to avoid the sun messing up his laptop screen.
As they approached, they realized he was talking to himself. To be honest, it was not talking, but rather mumbling.
As they got closer to peek at the screen like a bunch of stalkers, they saw he was watching a video about categorizing quirks by eye color.
Right as Kirishima went to greet Midoriya, the boy spoke a bit louder than before. It was clear Midoriya was exasperated when he remarked, “Pink must mean… teleportation. And not that someone farted in both their eyes.”
Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laughter despite doing her best to quickly cover her mouth. It seemed that Kirishima was on the same page as he stepped back to laugh as well, grabbing his stomach.
Meanwhile Todoroki was standing there with a blank face. He thought Midoriya was being serious in his analysis, so he thought nothing of the comment.
Yelping at the sudden laughter coming from directly behind him, Midoriya whipped his head around. Initially Midoriya had been scared he was going to be bullied, but quickly relaxed upon seeing the familiar faces.
“Bro has anyone ever told you that you are super funny?” sighed Kirishima, trying to catch his breath.
Uraraka was wiping her tears from laughing so hard. Still, she managed to suck in enough air to agree. “Yeah, that little comment you made was hilarious.”
With his face blooming a bright red, Midoriya waved his hands violently. “No! That’s so crude of me! Please ignore that!”
Kirishima went to sit with Midoriya, flashing a charming smile. “Nah man, that was amazing!”
Todoroki smiled, sitting down as well. “Hello Midoriya.”
Turning to look at Todoroki, Midoriya flashed a soft smile. “Hi Todoroki.”
Uraraka looked back and forth between Midoriya and Todoroki before smirking. There wasn’t much there currently, but she felt a romance blooming.
“Oh, are you two close?” questioned Uraraka knowingly. It was clear Todoroki knew something more than them when it came to Midoriya.
Midoriya shook his head. “No, I’ve only talked to him the day I joined your class for training.”
Never once taking his eyes off Midoriya, Todoroki narrowed his eyes. “Why aren’t you in the hero course with us?”
Kirishima gawked at Todoroki’s audacity. He knew Todoroki was rather blunt, but this was a new level.
“I applied for the hero course! Uraraka was in the same group as me,” chuckled Midoriya, closing his laptop.
“Yeah, you saved me from the giant zero-pointer,” gasped Uraraka, bowing her head. “Thank you again for that. I wouldn’t be here right now if it hadn’t been for you!”
“Nonsense! You proved that you are a hero by earning all of those points! Either way, I know it may be confusing why I’m not in the hero course,” chuckled Midoriya awkwardly.
Flashing a charming smile, Kirishima pressed a bit. “So, what’s your story?”
“I accidentally met Aizawa in middle school. I managed to impress him, and he recommended me to Nezu. I passed Nezu’s test and accepted his offer to be his student,” revealed Midoriya swiftly, not one to enjoy talking about his achievements in front of others.
Todoroki looked into Midoriya’s eyes, laying it on thick as he announced, “You are truly amazing. I think my dad’s homophobic so dating you would be perfect.”
While Midoriya looked a mix of flattered and mortified, Uraraka and Kirishima fell into another fit of laughter.
Their conversation moved fast and didn’t make a lot of sense, but it felt right, nonetheless.
Despite the different path Midoriya took, it seems that he was still a part of the normal hero course. He made friends with the class, and even found a potential love interest.
Who would’ve thought showing off analysis and joking about pink eye would’ve been the two leading causes of his wonderful life.
The Face Of Concentration
After the sludge villain incident, All Might waited a second too long and missed Izuku. Izuku never got trained by his hero. Izuku never got into U.A. High. Izuku never became a hero. Shinso was in class 1-A, replacing the spot Izuku should’ve been. Mirio ended up obtaining the One for All quirk and as a result, died shortly after the war.
Katsuki had matured during his time at U.A. High and was riddled with guilt. He wasn’t proud of his past self and the mistakes he made. He knew he was responsible for Izuku giving up on his dream. He knew what he had done was unforgivable, but he wanted to apologize.
Little did Katsuki know, Izuku was a famous hero support gear inventor. He worked for the best of the best and was a hero's favorite.
One day Katsuki, Shoto, and Eijiro were out eating lunch. It was the one day all three were off and they wanted to enjoy having a nice meal in town.
Eijiro had recently returned back from his honeymoon with Mina so he was happy to spend some time with his pals. He wanted to brag about his time with his wife.
Katsuki and Shoto were still single. They hadn’t anticipated hero life would get in the way of having a love life. They knew it would get in the way due to the scheduling conflicts, but there was a list of issues that would arise. The extent of it could them off guard.
Izuku was strolling down the street. He had grabbed some lunch and bought Inko a birthday gift. Now he was on his way back to his studio to wrap up some hero costumes. He spotted the hero trio and got a little excited. Pulling out his phone, Izuku pulled up the contacts app and pulled up the phone number option.
Izuku approached the three with a pokerface. The three had been talking so it took a moment for Izuku’s presence to be noticed. Eijiro was the one to first see Izuku and brightly smiled.
“Oh! Hey Midoriya,” greeted the hero. Mina had been the one to introduce Eijiro to Midoriya.
Izuku turned his phone around to show Shoto his screen, remaining silent. His screen had the number pad on display. Katsuki was staring at Izuku in shock. Izuku was stunning.
Izuku was wearing a white button-up. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows to reveal his muscular arms. The top two buttons were left undone to reveal his fair, freckled skin. He was sporting a long skirt that rested at his ankles. The skirt was recognized as a very pricy piece from one of the most expensive clothing brands. His ears were littered with piercings. He also had a nose piercing. His skin glowed and his lips were a beautiful rosy pink. His eyes were still wide and beautiful, full of emotion despite his poker face. If it wasn’t for his natural beauty, the enchanting jewelry that glimmered in the sunlight would’ve made Katsuki evaporate.
Shoto slowly took the phone, his cheeks heating up and his eyes ever so slightly widening. “Are you asking me for my number?”
Midoriya responded with a single nod and pointed towards the phone.
Eijiro was loving this, covering his mouth to hide his huge smile. The Izuku Midoriya was asking the number two hero Shoto for his number. What an insane couple they’d make. He was so excited for his bro. Katsuki finally let reality settle in his stomach, Izuku was here for one thing and one thing only: Shoto Todoroki.
Shoto put in his number with a small smile. He was clearly flattered and flustered that someone so beautiful would approach him. He typed in his name quickly before handing the phone back to Izuku.
Izuku took the phone, took a good look at the contact information, and then looked directly at Shoto. “Thanks, Shoto-kun,” chirped Izuku, flashing a bashful smile after holding a poker face through the whole interaction.
“Kay, bye guys,” said Izuku sweetly, before pocketing his phone and adjusting his bags. Turning on his heel, Izuku walked off, flawlessly slipping on sunglasses. The three watched him leave, still in a state of disbelief at what they just saw.
Shoto glowed bright red, covering his face as he melted into his seat. Eijiro clapped his hands, laughing. “No way man! You have Midoriya chasing after you! Imagine being the one to give him the hots!”
Katsuki raised a brow, shaking his head. “Wait. Back up. How the hell do you know who he is?”
Eijiro paused momentarily before waving his hand. “Hold up! How do you not know about him? Midoriya is a well-established hero support gear engineer. Mina actually told me to start having my gear made by him. He’s super popular. All the top heroes go to him.”
Katsuki smiled a bit, happy to hear Midoriya didn’t completely give up on the hero world. “Well, that’s good to hear. I guess I should switch to him as well.”
“Totally! You’ll immediately notice a difference in the quality of your costume,” laughed Eijiro, loving how even Katsuki was infatuated with Izuku.
Shoto was still in disbelief. He couldn't comprehend he was approached, remaining happily quiet for a bit.
Shoto spent a lot of time with Izuku. Katsuki tagged along occasionally, trying to rebuild his broken relationship with Izuku. Izuku was apprehensive in the beginning, giving the blond a cold shoulder. Despite his shortness, Izuku accepted Katsuki’s request and would manufacture his costumes.
Eventually, Shoto and Izuku started dating. The two became a popular couple.
Shoto was a serious and mysterious hero, but genuinely a sweetheart. Izuku was smart and known for his sassy attitude, but was also a sweetheart. They were like putty in each other's hands, in love with being in love.
When they eventually did tie the knot, Eijiro revealed he had taken a video of Izuku asking Shoto for his number. Katsuki had displayed it during his speech at their wedding reception. Izuku was bright red, embarrassed that was how he acted.
Izuku hadn't realized Katsuki had been there. He felt a bit stupid for acting so indifferent. After all, that was the first time Katsuki had seen him in years. Still, even if he hadn’t become a hero, he had a wonderful husband and his childhood best friend. He couldn’t have been more grateful.
The end!
I’m Good At Being Fake
Midoriya was given an undercover mission. Midoriya disappeared one week in, somewhere in the mess. Todoroki and Bakugo were sent in to try and find Midoriya. While it was clear sending them in was a bad idea, the hero commission pushed it anyways.
Bakugo didn’t want to go simply because it was Midoriya’s mission and if he was undercover of course he’d cut contact. Todoroki on the other hand didn’t want to go in case this messed up the mission on Midoriya’s side. If they made one wrong move, it could be the death of Midoriya.
It’s takes them a week to find Midoriya. It was exceptionally hard because of his disguise as a white-haired woman in her late twenties. Midoriya had a quirk physically change his body composition as well. His scars, freckles, and other notable feature’s were changed. The most important part was Midoriya was given a female reproductive system, breasts and all. While the goal was to slim down the body to hide muscle, Midoriya retained all the strength he currently possessed. Midoriya was a walking grim reaper in disguise.
They managed to infiltrate the building they tracked Midoriya down to. Their goal was to locate him and report his progress back to the hero commission. When they got into the security systems, they spotted Midoriya on the screen.
Midoriya sat stone-faced in his desk chair, no ounce of kindness present in his features. Todoroki and Bakugo shivered at the sight. Sitting in a chair before the desk was an attractive man around Midoriya’s scripted age. The man was a stepping stone for Midoriya, a gateway to the main target.
It seemed as if they missed a chunk of the conversation, but they managed to come in at a good time.
“How about you just tell me what you want?” grunted the man, leaning back in his seat.
Midoriya’s posture remained steady. His legs crossed and his hands were clasped, resting on his knee. His expression did not falter as he said what he wanted. “Fifty-fifty.”
Bakugo and Todoroki were momentarily taken aback by the clear change in voice. It was oddly fitting. Not to high, not too low. It was strong, but the tone of his voice was bored.
The man chuckled, rubbing his eyes. Midoriya didn’t like that reaction, his eyes darkening as he glared at the man. “As I am assuming you’re buying the shitty stuff… with your typical drug dealer markup. The margin of your profits should be about five times as much as I make drugging people under the pretense I’m a slutty prostitute.”
Todoroki paused, his gaze snapping to Bakugo’s. Neither were filled in on what Midoriya’s backstory was to his fake persona. They did not know Midoriya was a “prostitute” and “drugging people” to make money. In a way, neither could believe Midoriya was capable of playing such a difficult role. Midoriya never once seemed like the type of person to take up a gig such as the one he was currently participating in.
“If it’s not… something’s wrong. I’d be more than happy to offer my services to fix it,” offered Midoriya. His tone was strict and demanding. His gaze was sharp and piercing and he knew how to use his tongue to his advantage.
The man smirked slightly, staring at Midoriya. Todoroki and Bakugo weren’t blind, they could see the fool undressing Midoriya with his eyes. Midoriya didn’t flash an eye, not giving any attention to the mans advances. Midoriya had a goal and no drug-lord was getting into his pants.
“You know… Ruma. You look good behind that desk,” complimented the man, revealing Midoriya’s fake name.
Midoriya gaze remained the same, not feeding into his fantasies by showing interest. “Thank you.”
Giving Midoriya a look up and down, the man smirked slightly as he spoke. “Damn… you’d look so much better on top of it.”
Bakugo and Todoroki’s breaths hitched. This fucker was horny and wanted to fuck Midoriya on that desk at that very moment. There was no denying he had intentions of screwing around with Midoriya. In a way, Todoroki and Bakugo couldn’t blame him. They’d never pass up a chance to fuck their crush.
Midoriya’s eyes were like a predator’s, remaining focused on it’s prey. “We have a deal?”
The man bit his lip slowly as he looked at Midoriya and then back to the top of the desk. He subtly nodded, seeming too eager to get laid.
“Yeah. Yeah. We are good… precious,” flirted the man, his voice deep and husky.
As much as Midoriya wanted to ignore it, the seduction was working a bit. There was something so arousing about knowing someone wanted to wreck him like a beast. Despite the urge to gain friction between his legs, Midoriya knew he needed to continue playing hard to get. If he gave himself up to this man, the chase would be over and Midoriya would find himself in cold water.
Midoriya’s poker face worked like a charm. The man looked increasingly more aroused with every time his advances got rejected. Getting up from the seat, Midoriya smiled softly.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” finalized Midoriya, ending the conversation swiftly. Midoriya fixed the skirt of his dress before readjusting his hold on his purse.
Todoroki’s eyes slowly opened and closed, staring at Midoriya with an expressionless face. Bakugo’s eyes widened, giving Midoriya a double take. His hand reached up to cover his mouth as he continued to look Midoriya up and down.
Midoriya was in a skin-tight black dress. It was a square-neck with spaghetti-straps. The side of the dress had a slit going all the up to Midoriya’s hip. Once Midoriya stepped towards the door, his bright red stilettos were as clear as day.
Todoroki and Bakugo didn’t have much to report back to the hero commission after they stealthily escaped. All they could say was that Midoriya was alive and nailing his undercover roll. Midoriya even got them feeling intimidated and excited simultaneously. Midoriya would be back in no time.
