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A different kind of hero

Summary:

Izuku is bored and crashes Nicky - Madame Presidents - meeting with some of the best heroes in the world. They don't like him very much.

Good thing he doesn't really care!

(now with additional chapters with Izuku's feral-ness.)

Notes:

this is literally just a self-indulgent thing I wrote after getting out of writers black an hour ago. If y'all want more and like actual lore and more writing, hit me up!

-R3D

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Izuku’s never particularly cared for hero work.

Sure, it seems like some cool, flashy and well-paid job that gets you famous, - and sure, it does - Izuku knows better.

Izuku’s seen what happens behind the scenes when the cameras turn off and when the hero leaves the scene.

Because that’s his job.

While the hero goes home or does another silly interview, Izuku searches through piles of rubble and flame to help and heal and save.

As an on-site medic, the cleanup crew for the heroes, he’s seen his fair share of shit. He’s seen metal poles ripped through civilian bodies, blood and brain splattered along walls or floors after a particularly nasty incident with Mount Lady.

He’s seen death and gore far beyond what most fourteen-year-olds should see. Then again, Izuku’s not a normal fourteen-year-old.

Basically, what Izuku’s saying is when he walks into a meeting that is full of top-ranking heroes – underground and spotlight, he is not impressed.

The only people in the room he can find mildly enjoyable company with are Erasure Head – the figurehead of the underground –, Nezu – he makes some kick-ass tea – and Hawks.

Izuku trained with Hawks when he was young and he has the least amount of property damage compared to most other top-ranking heroes.

Ignoring the dead silence in the room as Izuku strolls in, he slaps a cream-coloured manilla folder in front of dear old Madame President.

She gives him an even, unreadable look before sliding it closer to herself and waving a hand at one of the guards near the door, who pulls a chair out for Izuku. he nods to the guard and takes a seat.

“Midoriya-San.” Her voice is clipped, almost a bored drawl as she opens up the folder. To anyone else, this would be a clear reprimand.

Izuku knows better.

He leans back on his chair, resting his feet on the table and ignoring the shocked gasps that filter throughout the room, rocking back on the legs of the chair.

She scans the front page before shutting it with a sigh, flicking her eyes to Izuku, who raises an eyebrow back.

“…Do you always have to be this inconvenient with your timing?” She asks, meeting his gaze. Izuku shrugs, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I’m just returning the favour, Nicky.” She purses her lips, clearly displeased as she slides the cream-coloured folder back to Izuku, who doesn’t take it back, content with staying here.

There’s a silence between the two before she exhales softly, standing up from her seat. “Well, let’s continue with our meeting.”

Izuku grins.

Multiple pro-heroes clammer as she doesn’t send him out, expressing their distaste and concern about a child being here.

Endeavour sits up from his specially made fire-proof seat, gaze hard as his flames increase, making the two heroes – that washing machine one and Hawks, Izuku idly notes – wince and shift further away from the number #2 hero.

“Madame, are you taking this meeting seriously?” She raises an eyebrow, her hands folded in front of her. “Yes, Endeavour-San. This meeting is entirely professional and of no little importance.”

Endeavour glowers at her before his heavy gaze switches to Izuku, who blows a raspberry in return.

Izuku quite enjoys how loudly the older man grits his teeth. “Then why is that child here?”

Her eyes flick to Izuku, who flutters his eyelashes innocently back up at her, and she turns back to Endeavour. “What child, may I ask? The person next to me is a licensed pro hero.”

The tension is so thick Izuku thinks he could cut it with scissors. Maybe a knife. Where are his knives, actually? Did he lose them? Nah, no way.

Ah, right, he was meant to take them out before coming into here.

Welp, too bad Izuku never really did like authority.

Izuku scans the heroes, his eyes meeting Nezu’s beady little dots you could probably assume were buttons before they were eyes.

Nezu stares intently at Izuku, who stares right back. Nezu tilts his head and bares his sharp canines. Izuku smiles back.

“Izuku-Kun. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Izuku nods back to Nezu, adjusting his seating so his legs are on the floor. “Nice to see you too, Nezu-Kun.”

Endeavour glare switches between them both. “Nezu-San. You know this boy?” Nezu looks to Endeavour, who wilts just slightly under the principal's sharp gaze.

“Yes.”

When no further explanation is offered from Nezu or Madame President, they continue the meeting.

Izuku gets bored about halfway through, so he starts fiddling with the quirk restraining cuffs on his wrist, glaring holes in them and hoping they’ll fall off.

He really does hate when they don’t let him have free rein of his quirk.

Though, it does make sense. He has a habit of just grabbing people and healing them, which can be really awkward for everyone involved. Cough, cough, All Might

But he hasn’t done that in two weeks! He desires freedom.

Izuku’s eyes flick to Madame President, who’s currently doing…her job, or something. Whatever it is she’s doing, Izuku does not care enough to not interrupt her.

He reaches over, plucking the keys that were attached from her waist, tugging as she – still talking – reaches out and attempts to grab them back.

After she tugs once and Izuku doesn’t let go, she stops talking and turns to him. “Midoriya-San. I understand you dislike being cut off from your quirk, but we cannot have another incident.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, “Come on, Nicky! I haven’t done anything in two weeks that wasn’t contract-officiated and paid for. Let me have free will, please?”

She shakes her head, tugging the keys back to her waist. “Afraid not, Midoriya-San. I saw you eyeing Erasure Head’s bandaged arm.”

Izuku pouts, melting in his seat with an annoyed huff. “You’re so mean.” She hums in reply, tucking her keys back against her belt. “I’m just making sure you don’t accidentally heal a supervillain again.”

Izuku flushes bright red, shooting her a withering glare. “One, I was seven when that happened and two it all worked out fine! You guys…did something and I undid my healing! It was all fine.”

She sighs heavily, shooting Izuku a look. “Midoriya-San. You healed an SS+ ranking villain on accident. Yes, you resolved this by undoing your healing and killing him from shock, but we cannot have an incident like that happen again, on or off the field.”

When Izuku goes to interrupt, she holds her hand up, silencing him. “Listen to me as your handler, Seraph. Not as Nicky.”

Izuku shuts up quickly after that.

 

Chapter 2

Notes:

HII SOME PPL WANTED CHAPTER 2 SO HERE'S MORE IZUKU SHENANIGANS...LIKE A YEAR LATER. This is a very silly, self-indulgent fic and not at all a reflection of most writing I do but it's very fun! No beta, I die like Izuku's will to live 🫡

enjoy. Lots of love!

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Chapter Text

For the first time in Izuku Midoriya's very short, very stressful life, he thinks a sentence he never thought he’d need to think.

Damn. He really should’ve listened to Nicky.

In Izuku's (very poor) defence, he didn't know the guy was a supervillain.

Seriously, what kind of mass-murdering criminal walks around in a plague doctor mask and sterile white gloves like he’s about to either perform surgery or attend a fan convention? It’s 20...something. Who wears that in public and doesn’t expect to be mistaken for a cosplayer?

Most villains don’t just stroll around in the open like they’re browsing produce at a farmers’ market! There's a certain etiquette to evil, a stage cue or dramatic reveal or, at the very least, a villain monologue. But this guy? No evil laugh. No sparkling aura. Just a very serious walk in a very, very silly outfit.

So really—it’s not Izuku’s fault.

He swears it.

He didn’t mean to heal him. His hands had moved before he could think, instincts honed to an unbearable edge by years of training and that damned compulsion his quirk brewed deep in his chest. The moment he saw the man wince, pressing gloved fingers to his side, Izuku reacted. Reached. Touched.

And healed.

(Nicky’s going to kill him. Not metaphorically. Actually. And then probably revive him just to yell at him again.)

His quirk hates leaving people broken. And while Izuku’s usually better at suppressing the urge, he’d been so tired. He’d run two missions back to back. Barely eaten. His brain felt like melted wax and his emotions like splinters under his skin.

But instead of a happy accident and a hasty confession to his handler, Izuku found himself slammed against a filthy brick wall, dragged into an alleyway by a man who most certainly wasn't a cosplayer.

A man, it turned out, who was the person Izuku was meant to "take care of" if a certain All Might fanboy dropped the ball.

What was his name again? Nightfall? Nightshade? Night—something?

It doesn’t matter. Because right now he’s very much not in control of the situation.

"Are you even paying attention to me?"

Izuku snaps back into focus, blinking up at a very displeased—and very intimidating—Kai Chisaki. The villain. The actual, real villain with the unsettlingly calm tone and the strength to lift Izuku off the ground one-handed.

Kai’s voice is low, rough like gravel under boot. "I said, who are you? If you don’t answer again, I’ll unmake you until you do."

Unmake?

Okay, yeah, he’s not bluffing.

Izuku lets out a pathetic, involuntary whimper as Kai’s grip tightens around his shirt. He flinches, already calculating how much force he’d need to dislocate his own shoulder and slip away. It wouldn’t be fun. But it might be better than—

Oh. Kai faltered.

Just for a second.

The villain’s brows twitched, eyes narrowing with... was that surprise? Annoyance? Concern?

Time to pivot.

"I’m s-so sorry, sir!" Izuku stammers, dialing his voice up to 'frantic child'. "I really didn’t mean to offend you! I-I just saw you were hurt and my quirk—it acts on instinct! I couldn’t help it!"

Tears pool in his wide, green eyes. The tremble in his voice is real this time—fear and exhaustion blending too smoothly with his performance.

"Please don’t call the police! My—my mama will be so upset if I get in trouble!"

Nailed it.

Kai’s hands twitch. He looks down at the tear on his glove, the warm drop of saltwater sizzling on his skin as if he’d been scalded. He recoils just slightly, and Izuku presses on.

"I-It’s not dangerous," Izuku hiccups, curling inwards. "I just wanted to help. Honest."

Something in Kai’s expression shifts. Hard edges dull. He releases Izuku’s shirt, and the boy collapses against the wall with a soft oof, clutching his ribs.

"My daughter can’t control her quirk either," Kai says suddenly, like the words hurt to say. "I shouldn’t have—"

He cuts off, sighing.

Daughter?

Holy shiiiiiiit.

Izuku files that away faster than Nicky could scream "leverage!" He tugs at his shirt, still sniffling, peeking up at Kai like a chastised puppy.

"It’s ok, sir... I’m really sorry. I just saw you hurting, and I..."

He breaks down again, face buried in his hands, though this time it’s almost real. Something about Kai’s hesitant body language, the way his brows knot in thought, how his hand hovers in the air like he wants to comfort but doesn’t know how—it all tugs something strange in Izuku’s chest.

He’s not supposed to empathise with villains.

But here he is, wondering if Kai’s a good dad. Wondering if the man reads to his daughter at night. If he keeps her hair in tiny braids and yells at teachers for grading her unfairly.

He hopes not.

God, he hopes not.

Because if Kai’s a good dad, Izuku can’t bring himself to be the one to tear their family apart.

His own father had killed people, and Izuku was able to put him away easily enough, sure—but they weren’t a happy family.

So it doesn’t really count, does it?

...

Oh god, please, please, please be a shitty father-

"Daddy?"

"Oh! Eri, darling, where's Kurono? You shouldn't stray to far from him."

"I wanted to find you! I couldn't see where you went."

Oh, for fuck's sake—

 

 

 

 

 

"And tell me again why you were unable to dispose of Kai Chisaki despite our very clear instructions to?" Nicky gives Izuku what he thinks is the most disappointed look he's ever gotten from her, which is saying a lot, considering just how many disappointing looks he's gotten over the years. 

"Uhm. He just seem like a really good dad, ma'am."

"...Good lord."

Yeah, same here dipshit.

Notes:

Hope y'all liked it, it's just a short bit but if this gets some good traction I might write more!! Maybe leave a comment or two?

Lots of loveee! <3

Notes:

hope u all enjoyed it!! LMN if u want more in this universe :3

-R3D

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