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Izuku hadn’t always been like this. Hell, he hadn’t even been like this for more than a year, yet even so it felt like forever. If someone had come up to him a year ago and told him that vampires were real, he probably would have laughed in their face. Sure, vampiric quirks were real- the League of Villains’ own Toga Himiko as an example- but actually mythological vampires? No way. (It wasn’t really that hard to believe, in all honesty. After all, superpowers had evolved out of nowhere, hadn’t they?)
Now, at the end of his second year of U.A., Izuku knew better than anyone that vampires were real. He’d been turned into one, after all. It was a freak accident of sorts, or so his vampiric “father” had said. He was walking home from his mother’s house one weekend after the Final Battle was over, when he’d been tackled into an alley by a random stranger. Izuku was so surprised that he didn’t power up his quirk quickly enough. It had cost him his life, in the end. By the time he lit up at twenty-two percent, sharp teeth were already digging into his neck. Something in the vampire’s venom knocked him out, and when he woke up an hour and a half later, it was without a heartbeat.
The vampire was a guy named Tayama Nari, who only looked about twenty, but was apparently over three-hundred years old. He had been born one-hundred years before quirks appeared, which made him quirkless, although he used his vampire attributes as a sort of “quirk.” He had gone too long without blood, so he’d been wandering the streets looking for a homeless person to knock out and drink from; someone who wouldn’t be believed if they raved about vampires, in case Tayama’s toxic fangs didn’t erase their memory.
Izuku had walked by the alley, apparently smelling very, very good. It made Tayama lose control. Izuku didn’t know if the scent had something to do with the power in One for All or not. All he did know was that he was very glad that he still had the quirk, after he woke up dead. Well, un- dead.
Tayama spent a few hours walking around town with Izuku, explaining the ins and outs of vampirism. Apparently, they were able to walk around during the day just fine. They reacted to garlic as if they were violently allergic, meaning they would throw up violently if they ingested any. Crosses and silver didn’t do anything to them, and they could see their reflections in mirrors, unless they were starving. (That one didn’t really make sense to Izuku, but whatever.) They also had a venom in their fangs that knocked out their prey, and unless they were immune or turned, would erase their memories of ever being attacked.
To turn a person, the vampire would have to drain them nearly dry of all of their blood, before they would have to bleed into the victim’s mouth to revive them. Tayama had never killed anyone before, and he’d freaked the fuck out when he came-to after killing Izuku. His only option was to turn Izuku and hope that he wouldn’t hate him when he woke up. Izuku didn’t necessarily hate Tayama, but he also was not happy with him. He would look like a seventeen year-old forever now, or until he was killed.
( “So, a wooden stake to the heart does kill vampires?” “Well yeah, who wouldn’t that kill?”)
Tayama left Izuku in front of U.A.’s gates with his contact information, and a warning to pick his meals carefully. Izuku would only need to feed once a week or so, which was good news. It meant he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting innocent people too often, even if they wouldn’t remember it, or feel anything after.
There was just one very annoying part of being a vampire. Unless someone outright asked him if he was a vampire, Izuku couldn’t tell anyone.
No, seriously. He physically couldn’t tell anyone. He’d tried to tell Kacchan immediately after he got back to U.A., because he was basically incapable of keeping secrets from the guy, but his throat hadn’t been able to utter the words. He found that it wasn’t just because it was Kacchan when he tried to tell Uraraka later that night.
Thus, began the most irritating sequence of events Izuku had ever lived through.
One: Sleep
“Holy shit!”
Izuku whirled around, staring wide-eyed at the person that had walked in on him. He was in the middle of the Heights Alliance kitchen, sipping on some apple juice while he scrolled through hero analysis posts on his phone. The best part about being a vampire was that he was still able to consume liquids other than blood, although he could no longer eat human food. Usually he was able to get away with it during dinners with the class by picking at his plate, and then throwing up whatever he had consumed later when he was alone.
Kaminari Denki was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching at his chest like a maiden. “Good lord, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing awake?” The blond checked the clock on the microwave. “It’s almost four am.”
“I don’t sleep,” Izuku replied, raising an eyebrow at Kaminari. He wasn’t expecting anything to come out of this hint, considering the fact that not even the smartest kids in class had picked up on his hinting yet.
“Do you have nightmares or something?” Kaminari asked, wandering to the fridge so he could dig out a water bottle. Izuku shook his head, taking another long sip of his juice.
“Nope. I mean I literally don’t sleep, ever .”
Kaminari turned around, looking surprised. “What, is it a side effect of your quirk or something? I never knew that about you.”
“Something like that,” Izuku muttered, sighing. He went back to scrolling on his phone for a moment before a thought occurred to him. “Why are you awake, anyways?”
“I’m not sure,” the older boy answered. “It just happens sometimes. I think Hitoshi is rubbing off on me.”
Shinsou Hitoshi was Kaminari’s boyfriend. He had replaced Mineta Minoru at the end of their first year, right after the Final Battle, when the grape-headed pervert dropped out. Turned out, he didn’t have the balls to be a hero. Go figure.
“I see,” Izuku nodded. “Well, you’ll have to wake up for school soon. Will you be okay?”
“I should be fine,” Kaminari nodded, capping his water bottle again. “I’ll see you in class, bro! I would say get some sleep, but…” he laughed. Izuku smiled along with him and waved him along, bringing all of his attention back to his phone.
Two: Skin
“Hey Midoriya, can I have a turn next?” Ojiro asked, leaning over Izuku’s shoulder to stare at the flatscreen. What had begun as Asui and Izuku having a mario kart war had turned into the entirety of Class 2-A battling it out for the title of champion. Tsuyu had ended up the victor, and now everyone was taking turns playing against each other. Izuku turned around to Ojiro and nodded.
“Sure, just let me beat this race first,” he smiled. Ojiro nodded and waited patiently. Izuku got first place against Tokoyami, Iida and Satou, cheering for himself before he passed the controller back to Ojiro. Ojiro’s hand brushed against Izuku’s during the pass, and much to everyone’s surprise, the boy screamed a little and dropped the controller.
Everyone turned to stare at him, but his eyes were dead-fixed on Izuku’s hand, which was still outstretched. Izuku, concerned about his classmates as always, turned fully around on the couch until he was sitting on his knees. “Are you alright, Ojiro? That was quite the scream!”
“Your… your hand…” Ojiro stuttered, pointing at Izuku’s hand. “It’s so… cold! It’s like… like…”
“Like a corpse?” Izuku said, his heart pounding in his chest. This could finally be it! He’d been trying to tell his classmates about his condition for forever now, to no avail. This was the first time anyone had been so close to making the connection.
“Yes, that!” Ojiro nodded. “What the heck, man? Why are you so cold?”
“I’m dead,” Izuku deadpanned. The room was silent for a moment before Tokoyami nodded solemnly.
“I, too, feel dead inside, Midoriya.”
“Yeah, big mood,” Sero said.
“Are you anemic, Deku?” Ochako asked, concerned. She reached out and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, physically jumping in surprise when she felt his temperature. “Oh wow , Ojiro wasn’t kidding. You’re like ice!”
“No, I’m not anemic,” Izuku sighed. “I get plenty of iron, trust me.”
“The nerd’s always been like a little popsicle,” Kacchan grumbled, leaning past Ochako and Asui’s bodies on the same couch as Izuku so he could put himself in Izuku’s line of sight. “I’m not surprised it hasn’t changed.”
‘No! Shut up, Kacchan, they’re so close!’ Izuku’s inner voice wailed.
“If you say so,” Todoroki shook his head. “Iida, may I have your controller next?”
‘ Goddamnit!’
Three: Blood
“Whoa, what’s that you’re drinking, bro?” Kirishima asked, pointing at the clear reusable water bottle Izuku was holding. Izuku looked down at the contents, internally pumping a fist with joy that someone had finally noticed. Their class was in the middle of training, doing simple one-on-one sparring sessions without quirks. Kirishima was Izuku’s partner for the last round, so they had gone to take a water break together.
“It’s blood,” Izuku said, taking a long, slow sip of his blood. It really was what he said it was. Tayama had been able to secure him a blood bag or two from a buddy of his who worked in a blood bank. The man had been quietly amused at Izuku’s antics, and had even given him a few ideas for trying to tell his friends what he was. He wasn’t against the idea of everyone finding out, considering how well-known Class A was from all of the numerous attacks that had been launched against them throughout their high school career.
“No seriously dude, what is it?” Kirishima chuckled. “It is part of a new diet or something? I’ve been meaning to go on another one to try to trim down a bit.” He patted his rock-hard stomach. “I’ve been getting a little soft because of Satou’s new ‘carrot cake’ frenzy.”
“I’m serious, it really is blood,” Izuku protested. He held out the straw of his bottle for Kirishima. “Do you want to taste some?”
“I don’t know, the flu has been going around lately, I wouldn’t want to transfer any germs,” Kirishima trailed off. “Just tell me, does the diet work or not?”
Izuku rolled his eyes to the ceiling of the sparring gym. “No. No, it doesn’t.”
“Man, that sucks!”
‘ You have no idea.’
Four: Pasta
“Dinner’s ready, mon amis~” Aoyama called, sticking his head out from the kitchen into the common room. Ever since they had moved into the dorms, Class A had taken to making and eating dinner together every night. Tonight was Aoyama and Ashido’s turn to make the dinner, which was usually hit-or-miss. Since all food only really tasted like cardboard to Izuku now, he didn’t care either way.
The class all filed into the dining room, chatting and talking to each other while they took their unofficial seats. Izuku always sat towards the end of the table, with Uraraka on one side and Todoroki on the other. Directly across from him sat Kacchan, with Kirishima on one side and Jirou on the other. Once everyone was settled in, Ashido and Aoyama brought out the main dishes for that night, which appeared to be a pasta of some sort. Next was some bread that Izuku steadfastly planned to avoid, since it looked like there was garlic on it. Lastly, they brought out a salad for everyone. All in all, it was a meal that made Izuku miss eating human food. Even so, he took small portions for himself and began picking through them.
The salad was the easiest to go down, since without dressing, it tasted more like water than anything else. Once he was done with that, he ate a few forkfuls of the pasta. Almost immediately after eating his fourth fork of the stuff, he realized something was wrong. His tongue was beginning to burn like he’d eaten a chili pepper, and his stomach was already roiling unpleasantly. He snapped his head to look at Ashido, who was sitting next to Kirishima. “Did you guys put garlic in the pasta?”
Ashido looked back at him questioningly. Izuku had been louder than he’d meant to be. “Um… yeah, why?”
“ Mother- ” Izuku scraped his chair back and bolted out of the room, using a couple percent of his quirk to aid him. He burst into the men’s locker room on the first floor, nearly breaking the door off of its hinges in his haste. He barely made it over a toilet before he was throwing up the entire contents of his stomach. Since it had been a few days since he’d fed, which meant all of the blood he’d drank was already in his veins, all that really consisted of was the salad he’d just eaten and whatever liquids he consumed that day.
“Midoriya, what-” Sero’s eyes widened when he caught sight of Izuku bent over the toilet bowl. “Oh man, are you allergic to garlic or something?”
The greenet nodded miserably, moaning in pain. His stomach felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He was beginning to question whether or not Tayama was right about garlic not killing vampires.
“What the fuck?” A new voice boomed, echoing off of the walls with how loud it was. Izuku winced, his head hurting a bit the way it might with a hangover. ‘ Can I even get drunk anymore? I’ll have to try that out…’ “Deku, since when are you allergic to garlic?”
“For about a year now,” Izuku mumbled.
“I’ve heard of allergies developing later in life, kero .”
“T-Tsu, this is the men’s room!”
“Are you naked?”
“...No.”
“Then it’s fine.”
“Just leave me alone,” Izuku groaned, dry-heaving over the bowl once more. Nothing came out, of course, but that didn’t make the sensation feel any better. “I’ll… I’ll live.” ‘ Well, I’ll continue to exist, at least.’
“Is there anything we can do?” Sero asked.
“Let’s just leave him,” Katsuki said. If anyone understood not wanting people to see you at your lowest, it was him. “If he said he’ll be okay, then he will.”
“Someone should stay with him, kero ,” Tsuyu said.
“I’ll do it. Get the fuck out, extras.” Izuku waited, listening until the footsteps left the room. He was aware of Kacchan’s presence behind him, and he could see his shadow standing in the doorway of the stall. “Okay, seriously. Since when have you been allergic to garlic?”
“I told you, about a year now,” Izuku moaned. “You don’t know everything about me.”
“Um, yes I fucking do,” Katsuki snapped. “You can’t not tell me shit. You’re physically incapable of it, you damn nerd.”
“You’d be surprised,” Izuku mumbled.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Izuku turned his head to glare at Katsuki over his shoulder, swallowing hard against his nausea. “I’m allergic to garlic, Kacchan. What else is allergic to garlic?”
Katsuki furrowed his brow, thinking. After a few moments, he lifted his hands in surrender. “I don’t know, fucking vampires or something?”
Izuku nodded his head and pointed at Katsuki. “Yes!”
“...Okay?” Bakugou frowned. “Are you fucking sick, or what? Do I need to drag your ass to Recovery Girl?”
“Noooo,” Izuku whined. Whether it was an answer to the blond’s question, or a lament of the missed opportunity, even he wasn’t sure.
“Whatever,” Katsuki shrugged. “Just hurry the fuck up, would you? My pasta is getting cold.”
Five: Fangs
Izuku stared at himself in the locker room mirror on the first floor, his jaw open wide so that he could get a good look at his teeth. He wasn’t sure if it was some sort of protective instinct, but he’d found out quickly that he couldn’t get his fangs to show unless he was hungry and about to bite someone. If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t want to hurt any of his classmates, he would have bitten one of them already just to prove what he was.
“They’re idiots,” he mumbled to himself, opening his jaw wider. He tried for the umpteenth time to will his fangs to appear, to no avail. All he got out of the experience was an aching jaw. “Who the hell misses all of these signs except idiots?”
The door to the locker room swung open, startling Izuku into turning to face the intruder. It was Shinsou Hitoshi, the resident insomniac of Class 2-A. Given the fact that it was past three in the morning on a school night, he was really the only person it could be. When the purple haired boy looked up, he too seemed startled to see Izuku. “Midoriya, you’re… awake. Kaminari wasn’t kidding.”
“Yup,” Izuku sighed, reaching up to rub the ache out of his jaw. “What brings you down here?”
“Um… the drains on our whole floor are clogged, remember?” Shinsou narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“I was staring at my teeth.” Izuku looked back in the mirror and tilted his head. He would be due for another feeding soon. Maybe if he purposefully didn’t feed and then showed the others that he didn’t have a reflection…? No, that was potentially dangerous. Tayama said that he had never attacked someone the way he did Izuku, but that didn’t mean that Izuku had as much control. Tayama was hundreds of years old, and Izuku was going to be eighteen soon. ‘ I suppose that eventually, everyone will notice that I don’t age.’
“Why are you staring at your teeth?” Shinsou stepped closer to the sinks and stopped at the one next to Izuku’s, putting down a small bag Izuku hadn’t noticed him carrying. It held his toothbrush, toothpaste, and some floss.
“I’m trying to get my fangs to come down.” Izuku side-eyed his neighbor to see if he had any reaction. Shinsou rolled his eyes, bringing his toothbrush to his mouth.
“Alright, don’t tell me then.”
Izuku sighed. He took a somewhat deep breath in, sort of scenting the air. He could smell Shinsou’s blood under his skin, the way others might be able to smell perfume or cologne. So far, he hadn’t smelled anything enticing the way Tayama had described Izuku’s blood, back when he was still alive. Izuku did notice that the way a person’s blood smelled had a bit to do with how powerful they were. He supposed it had to do with the “energy” that the vampires could get from a person’s blood- the more powerful they were, the more energetic they would feel for a longer time. Considering One for All ran through Izuku’s DNA, he wasn’t surprised that Tayama hadn’t been able to resist him. Also considering Izuku had only had it for a year by the time he was attacked, he wasn’t surprised that another vampire hadn’t smelled it first.
Shinsou’s blood smelled appealing to Izuku. He’d always known that Shinsou was more powerful than he gave himself credit for; in fact, almost everyone in Class A had appealing blood. The ones who definitely made him hungry a lot were Yaomomo, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kaminari. If Izuku was hungry and needed to feed, he always made sure to avoid them as much as possible, which was admittedly a bit hard. He’d never not been able to control himself though, which was nice. He wouldn’t ever want to be faced with the choice Tayama had to make; to kill someone, or to turn them inhuman.
“So you really don’t sleep, then?”
Izuku turned to Shinsou, blinking out of his haze. The purple-eyed boy appeared to be done with his dental routine and was now leaning against the sink next to Izuku’s, watching him. Izuku probably would have blushed if he was able to anymore. He could mentally direct the blood in his body if he so wished- say, if he wanted sexual things- but otherwise, it simply worked to keep him alive.
“No, I really don’t,” Izuku shrugged. “Part of being dead, I guess.”
“Big mood,” Shinsou shrugged. He gathered up his things and nodded to Izuku. “Well, I’m going to get what little sleep I can before school tomorrow. See you then, I guess.” With that, he left Izuku alone in the bathroom. The greenet turned to look in the mirror again, widening his jaw once more. It couldn’t hurt to try one more time.
+1: Attack
“Deku, look out!”
Izuku turned around just in time to see the building above him beginning to collapse. He and his classmates were at the USJ to practice some rescue training. The first few times they had all returned, the class had been apprehensive to even enter the building. Now though, most of them didn’t bat an eye, even if they trained in the areas they had been trapped in during the USJ attack. The entire class was currently in the Ruins Zone, practicing rescuing dummies from the crumbling buildings. On Izuku’s team were Ojiro and Aoyama, neither of which would be able to block the sudden crumbling structure from squashing Izuku into the ground. He barely had a moment to blink before he found himself being buried underneath the rubble.
He wasn’t sure how long he was knocked out, only that when he came to, everything hurt. As a vampire, he was able to heal much faster than his human self had been able to. Unfortunately, it all had to do with how recently he had fed. If he fed recently, he would heal very quickly. If he was hungry, it would be a much slower process, although still quicker than a human. If he had lost blood? Well, that was even worse. The only other way for a vampire to die was if they lost all of the blood in their body. They reverted back to a corpse, in that case. It wasn’t generally talked about, since it was hard to bleed a freaking vampire dry of blood, but in situations like this? Yeah, then it was a problem.
He was aware of the blood pooling around his healing limbs, and from a few large gashes in his torso. When he shifted the rubble that pinned him down, he found that some sort of structure beam had impaled him all the way through his middle, which was what was causing the majority of his injuries. He could vaguely hear his classmates screaming on the other side of the rubble, but he elected to ignore it for now. He was sure they were worried, seeing as though they were idiots who didn’t recognize a vampire when they saw one, and didn’t know that he would get himself out of this rubble as easily as if it were styrofoam. His only problem was knowing that he would have to feed quickly if he wanted to survive.
‘ Let’s do this,’ he thought to himself, groaning from the pressure on his wounds when he forced himself to stand up. The rubble all around him fell away like pebbles, and Izuku pushed away what was remaining around him easily. He had to climb a bit onto the fallen debris before he was in sight of the rest of his class, who were gathered around the area trying to dig through the rock. Aizawa, the teacher who had taken over their hero training after All Might’s death, caught sight of Izuku immediately after he appeared.
“Midoriya!” All eyes turned to Izuku, many of them gasping in horror when they saw the beam that implanted itself in Izuku’s side. The first one to his side was Iida, as he was the fastest of them all. Izuku found himself being swept up in the boy’s hold and jetted down the pile of stone in the blink of an eye, before Aizawa instructed him to gently lay Izuku on the ground. The smaller male resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and tried to sit up once Iida laid him down.
“Lay down, Midoriya!” Kirishima pushed Izuku’s shoulders back to the ground with a surprising amount of force. A whisper of pain echoed through Izuku, making the boy scowl at the redhead.
“Sure, because bruising me will help,” he snapped.
“Shut the fuck up, Deku,” Bakugou snapped, kneeling directly at his side. The blond began applying pressure to a massive wound in Izuku’s left leg, trying to stop the bleeding. “Someone call Recovery Girl, damnit!”
“There’s no need,” Izuku whined, trying to sit up again. Kirishima held him down this time.
“What on Earth are you talking about?” Uraraka yelped tearfully. “Of course you need Recovery Girl, you- you could die !”
“I’m not going to die,” Izuku sighed. This time, he didn’t bother hiding his strength. He sat up, causing Kirishima to flail for a moment at the sudden change in position. “Please, don’t call Recovery Girl, I don’t need her.”
“Problem Child, what are you talking about?” Aizawa squinted at him, assessing him from head-to-toe. Izuku could already see a torn piece of his costume near his right ankle, where a wound had been minutes ago. The skin was clear now, although freckled with blood.
“I’ve been trying to tell everyone for months now,” Izuku snapped. “My problem is that I can’t say the words out loud. Something stops me from it, like physically stops me.”
“What do you mean?” Kaminari’s voice was higher than it usually was, likely from panic.
Izuku’s nostrils flared when the boy got closer. He and Katsuki were too close to him for Izuku not to crave their blood, especially now that he was closer to ravenous than he had ever been. Losing too much blood whilst also being on the brink of needing to feed again was a bad sign. He locked eyes with Kacchan, making his decision then and there. If there was anyone he trusted enough to take blood from, anyone who wouldn’t flip out, or who would forgive him if he hurt them, then it was Katsuki.
“Kacchan,” Izuku said. “Trust me?”
Bakugou looked between Izuku’s eyes, assessing the seriousness of the situation. After a moment, he nodded. “Always.”
“Good,” Izuku said, moments before he lunged forward and grabbed the blond by the throat. He barely had time to flinch before Izuku was unsheathing his fangs, being sure to flash them at the crowd around them before he embedded them in Katsuki’s throat. He had a moment to will the sleeping agent in his fangs to retreat before he began to suck, drinking his fill directly from the vein in Katsuki’s neck. His eyes slipped close from bliss, the delectable taste of Bakugou’s blood filling his mouth and settling in his stomach. He tasted somewhat sweet, like the nitroglycerin he produced. It was unexpected for sure, but not necessarily bad. Izuku usually hunted for victims around the U.A. campus grounds, picking randomly through any students he found walking by themselves. He had yet to find one that was immune to his memory-erasing venom.
Suddenly, he was ripped away from Katsuki’s throat and pinned to the ground. Aizawa hovered over him with a dark expression on his face, his capture scarf primed to tie Izuku up if need-be. Izuku was filled with the uncomfortable feeling of his largest wound trying to heal around the pipe still inside of it. Obviously, it was unsuccessful. “Who are you?” The teacher growled, his eyes flashing red.
Izuku rolled his eyes. “I’m not some body shifter, Sensei,” he protested. “You saw be using my quirk before I went into the rubble!”
“That doesn’t prove anything,” Todoroki snarled, already in a fighting stance nearby. The rest of their class mimicked the caution, on the verge of activating their quirks. All except for Katsuki, who had fallen back when Izuku was ripped away from him. He held one of his hands to his bleeding neck, staring at Midoriya like he was trying to figure something out. Izuku held his gaze, knowing that if anyone was going to believe him, it would be his childhood friend.
“Sensei, get off of him,” Katsuki said. Aizawa didn’t so much as twitch.
“I can’t do that, Bakugou,” he replied. “We don’t know who this is, or how big of a threat they are.”
“It’s fucking Deku, asshole!” Katsuki lunged forward and tried to shove their teacher off of Izuku. “You don’t think I’d fucking know him on-sight? Get off of him!”
“Maybe the bite did something to Bakugou,” Yaomomo said worriedly, eyeing Katsuki.
“Oi, I’m fucking peachy!” Katsuki tried to move their teacher again, who whipped his head to face the blond angrily. “Sensei, let him go. It’s just Deku. Please.”
If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki never did, it was say “please.” Aizawa searched his student’s face for a long moment, trying to decide if he should listen to him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he eased his grip on Izuku. “Don’t think for a second we won’t be ready to attack you at a moment’s notice,” he warned. “Talk. Now. ”
Izuku scrambled away from their teacher, backing up until he and Katsuki were sitting side-by-side again. “Okay, okay!” He held his hands up in surrender. “About a year ago, I was walking back to campus after visiting my mom. I was attacked before I even made it halfway.”
“Were you given some sort of… vampire quirk?” Shouji asked, trying to understand. Izuku shook his head.
“No. The man was an actual vampire. He’s over three-hundred years old, and his name is Tayama.”
“Do you have any proof of this?” Iida asked, pushing up his glasses.
“Do I have proof he was an actual vampire?” Izuku laughed. “Well, let’s see. He’s quirkless, and he turned me into a vampire . Is that enough?”
“You said before that something was physically stopping you from telling us,” Jirou commented, seeming a bit less suspicious than before. “Why can you talk about it now, then?”
“Because you all already know, I guess.” Izuku frowned. “If you would all just think , you’d realize that I’ve been trying to tell you for months. All of you! And none of you ever got it, do you know how frustrating that was?”
“The garlic,” Katsuki said, his eyes widening. “Holy shit, I fucking knew you weren’t allergic!”
“Technically, I am now,” Izuku clarified. “It can’t kill me, but it is not fun to experience.”
“When you told me you were drinking blood during training,” Kirishima said, pointing at Izuku. “I thought you were fucking with me!”
“You don’t sleep,” Shinsou said slowly. “You said that the dead don’t need sleep. I thought it was a metaphor.”
“You said that to me too!” Kaminari gasped. “Holy shit, that was months ago!”
“And you’re cold to the touch,” Ojiro added, seeming excited now. “Oh my gosh, it’s because you’re dead !”
“This… this is really the truth, Midoriya?” Aizawa said slowly, seeming like he didn’t want to believe it. Izuku nodded enthusiastically.
“Call Detective Tsukauchi, ask me anything! Ask me something only I would know.”
“What was the theme of my sixth birthday?” Katsuki asked immediately. Izuku turned to him and grinned.
“All Might, of course.”
“Do something harder than that ,” Kirishima whined. He turned to Izuku thoughtfully. “Okay… what did you, me, Uraraka and Tsuyu promise each other after we fought Overhaul?”
Izuku’s amusement died at the serious reminder. “We said that we would all do our best to never let someone die on our watch again.”
“That’s true, kero ,” Tsu cut in, nodding.
“What happened between you, me, and Iida in our first year?” Todoroki asked.
“The Stain incident?” Izuku winked. “What we did together, you mean.”
“Well that was suggestive.”
“We aren’t supposed to talk about that!” Iida hissed, chopping his hand up and down. “Although I must admit, only a few people know about the events of that day. I believe this is truly Midoriya.”
“I’ll set up a meeting with Tsukauchi, just to be sure.” Aizawa held out a hand to Izuku to help him to his feet. When Izuku took it, the hero flinched a bit at the cold texture. “And for the love of god, do something about the pipe in your stomach.”
“Oh, right!” Izuku got to his feet and grabbed the pipe with both hands, sliding it out of his body with a disgusting sound. Uraraka turned around, looking a little green. Ashido patted her back, unable to look at the movement either. Once the piece of jagged metal was out of Izuku’s body, the wound it had created began to knit itself back together, quickly now that he had some powerful blood inside of him. “Oh, Kacchan!” He turned around to look at Bakugou, who was still holding his hand over his bleeding throat. “Come here, I can close that wound.”
Katsuki seemed suspicious, but he stepped forward anyways, taking his hand off of the bite marks. Izuku leaned forward and licked a stripe over the area, cleaning up a bit of the excess blood as well. Katsuki’s entire body shuddered, and he ripped away from Izuku with a shocked expression. “What the fuck?!”
“My saliva will heal it!” Izuku held up his hands in surrender. “I promise I wasn’t doing anything weird!”
“You’re wound, it’s gone!” Hagakure pointed a gloved hand at Izuku’s torso. Everyone looked to where the gaping hole had been moments earlier, only to find smooth, pale skin. Once upon a time Izuku’s skin had been somewhat dark, but after he’d turned, he became pretty pale. How no one had noticed that was beyond him.
“Freaky,” Satou muttered.
“What a mad banquet of darkness,” Tokoyami shook his head. Dark Shadow was staring at Izuku with wide eyes, a huge smile on their beaked face. Clearly, they were interested in Izuku’s newfound status as “not a human.”
“I have so many questions,” Ashido gushed, bounding to Izuku’s side to hook her arm in his. The rest of the class began to chatter along with her, throwing question after question Izuku’s way. The boy felt a little dizzy trying to keep up with them all, although privately, he felt immense relief. Although he’d known that his classmates would accept him no matter what, it was one thing to suspect it, and another to know for sure.
‘ I really think… everything’s going to be okay.’
It was the best day Izuku had in a long time.