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The sun was setting on the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet bridge as Izumi walked alone. It wasn’t her usual route home, but she needed space—needed to clear her mind before she did something reckless.
She had made it into the hero course, only to fail spectacularly during the sudden quirk evaluation test that Shota Aizawa had announced. And he hadn’t hesitated—she was expelled.
The principal had shown mercy, at least. She wouldn’t be blacklisted from other hero schools. But really, what school would accept her? She was quirkless. Katsuki made sure to rub that in when she was packing her bags. Her former classmates had snapped at him for it, but she hadn’t paid much attention. She’d been zoned out, lost in the sting of failure.
“Izumi… Midoriya…”
Her name. A voice. She looked up sharply.
‘Another prank? No. I should just keep walking… Kacchan isn’t who he used to be,’ she thought, lips pressing into a thin line as she continued across the bridge.
She was halfway across when she noticed it—a faint blue glow pulsing from beneath the passway, leading to the underpass below.
Call her stupid. Call her crazy. But curiosity burned hotter than caution. She took the steep path down to the underpass.
There, lying still, was a figure. Half of their body was encased in stone. Horns curled from their head, and in their hand… a glowing blue amulet.
Izumi rushed to them, dropping to her knees. “Are you okay?!” she asked, eyes scanning the deep cross-shaped wound carved into their chest.
The figure stirred, voice low and strained, but clear in Japanese. “You were chosen…”
They held up the amulet, fingers trembling. “Take this. Hurry. We don’t have much time… You must protect it.”
The stone was climbing fast. Izumi hesitated only a moment before the amulet slid into her hands, warm and pulsing with energy. “But—what about you?!”
He met her gaze with fading eyes. “D-don’t worry about me. He’s coming. Go. The amulet chose you.”
Fear crept up her spine. She looked toward the shadows beneath the bridge—and froze. A figure stood in the dark, its eyes glowing blood-red.
“GO!” the man roared, pushing himself to his feet. A sword burst into existence in his hand, shining with the same eerie blue light.
Izumi didn’t wait. She turned—and ran.
Chapter 2: a talk
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Izumi didn’t stop running until she reached her house. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. That was, without question, the fastest she had ever run.
Fumbling with the lock, she burst inside and slammed the door shut behind her.
Only after a full minute of leaning against the wall, chest heaving, did she begin to calm down. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her jacket and pulled out the amulet.
It pulsed softly in her palm. The strange runes around its edges were shifting, rearranging themselves in hypnotic patterns—until finally, they stilled, glowing with a soft blue light.
Japanese letters shimmered to the surface, glowing faintly.
She read them aloud, voice barely a whisper.
“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command…”
The amulet flared to life, its light wrapping around her arms, her chest, her entire body in a gentle warmth. She didn’t feel scared—just… calm. Protected.
Then, the front door handle turned.
Eyes widening, Izumi hurriedly shoved the amulet into her pocket just as the door opened and her mother stepped inside.
“Oh, you came to greet me instead?” Inko said, sounding tired but pleasantly surprised. Her jacket was slung over one arm, keys jingling in the other.
Izumi forced a smile. “Y-Yeah… thought I’d say hi.”
Inko gave her a warm, if weary, look. “How was UA, hun?”
There was no point lying.
“I… I got expelled. I wasn’t good enough,” Izumi admitted, voice quiet.
Inko’s expression softened, and she pulled her daughter into a hug. “It’s going to be alright. Maybe you can come help at the café. We’re always short on hands, and it’ll keep you busy.”
The café had always been their safe place, a cozy shop her mom ran with help from one of her dad’s old friends—a kind man who didn’t care about quirks and treated everyone with respect.
Izumi leaned into her mother’s embrace. “Maybe,” she murmured.
“Take your time, dear. Are you hungry for anything?” Inko asked as she moved into the kitchen, already tying her apron.
Izumi followed, still shaken. She stared at the floor in silence, unsure what to do with the warmth lingering in her chest—or the weight of the amulet in her pocket.
As Inko busied herself with pots and ingredients, Izumi’s eyes drifted toward the kitchen window.
And froze.
Six glowing eyes were staring back at her through the glass.
Her breath caught. “M-Mom! Someone’s watching us—right there!”
Inko didn’t even flinch. She glanced up from the stove, totally unfazed. “Oh, that’s just Blinky. Let him in, dear.”
“…Blinky?” Izumi echoed, hesitant. But she shuffled toward the side door near the kitchen anyway, unlocking it cautiously.
The door creaked open, revealing a towering figure easily seven feet tall, with blue-gray skin, long limbs, and three eyes blinking in sequence. Despite his monstrous appearance, he gave her a warm, toothy smile.
“Ah! Inko, my good friend!” the creature—Blinky, apparently—beamed as he stepped inside with surprising grace. “It’s so good to see you again!”
“Thanks, Blinks, but I’m in the middle of cooking,” Inko said, her back still turned as she stirred a pot.
“No trouble at all,” Blinky replied cheerfully, bowing slightly in her direction before turning his attention to Izumi.
Izumi stared, wide-eyed.
“Mom… who is this?” she finally asked, her voice wavering.
Inko smiled over her shoulder. “That’s Blinky! He’s a close family friend.”
Izumi blinked. “Is that… right?” she asked, more to herself than anyone.
Blinky nodded politely, all three of his eyes blinking in perfect sync. “Indeed. And you must be Izumi. A pleasure.”
“O-Okay then. I-I’m not judging or anything!” she said quickly, flailing her hands in the air. “It’s just… a little surprising!”
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Blinky chuckled, his voice deep but gentle. “I get that a lot.”
Izumi nodded slowly. “Still…” she trailed off, the words slipping from her lips as a sudden warmth pulsed through her chest.
She stiffened, looking down to find a soft blue glow radiating from her pocket—the very place she had shoved the amulet. The light intensified, seeping through the fabric as a strange energy wrapped around her body.
A gentle warmth surged through her, not painful—but powerful.
“Oh my goodness!” Blinky gasped, taking a step back as the glow enveloped her in a swirl of light.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the glow faded. The warmth vanished, and Izumi was left blinking in stunned silence.
“You’re the new Trollhunter!” Blinky exclaimed, voice filled with awe. But then his tone shifted, a somber weight settling into his words. “Which means… the one who came before you is gone.”
He looked away, his expression darkening.
“Oh dear,” Inko muttered behind them. She turned off the stove, finishing the last of her cooking before slowly facing her daughter. “I was hoping you wouldn’t have to take on this burden.”
Izumi’s head snapped between the two of them. “Okay—what is a Trollhunter?! And what the hell just happened?!”
-x-
“So… let me get this straight,” Izumi said slowly, sinking into the couch in the living room. Her eyes darted between Blinky and Inko, both seated across from her.
“Trolls exist… and they’re the reason quirks even exist in the first place?”
Blinky nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, precisely! The Heartstone beneath Trollmarket served as the foundational source of quirk energy! But truly, it was Merlin—yes, that Merlin—who engineered quirks through ancient magic and science!”
He clasped his hands together, visibly thrilled. “Oh, I’m quite the history buff! I was there to witness it all firsthand! I documented the entire process, catalogued it, preserved it—such a thrilling era!” His eyes sparkled as he grinned madly at Izumi, as if this was the best day of his life.
Izumi turned her stunned gaze to her mother. “You knew about all of this?”
Inko nodded gently. “Yes. I’ve known for a long time. Blinky and I were friends even before you were born.”
Izumi looked down at her hands, clenching them tightly. “Every time I got bullied…” she whispered. The memories came rushing back—Katsuki hitting her with his quirk, mocking her with that cruel grin, destroying her things—her books, her action figures, anything she cherished.
“Every name… every push, every shove…” she trailed off, her voice shaking as she recalled the halls of Aldera Middle School, where classmates laughed at her just for being quirkless.
“Every letter…” Her breath hitched as she remembered the fake love letters. She had believed—just once—that someone out there might see her, truly love her. But they were just pranks. Cruel jokes. Eventually, she stopped opening them when they started piling up in her locker.
“You mean to tell me,” she said, her voice low and trembling, “that all of that—everything I went through—could’ve been avoided if Merlin hadn’t created quirks?”
Her eyes met Blinky’s, full of pain and fury. He looked at her with deep concern, his usual cheer replaced by solemn regret.
“W-well, Izumi…” Blinky said carefully, spreading his four arms in a calming gesture. “Merlin created quirks to help humanity defend itself from dangerous trolls… He didn’t expect things to turn out this way. He didn’t foresee the cruelty.”
Izumi stood abruptly, pulling the glowing amulet from her pocket. Her hands shook with anger.
“I could’ve had a normal life!” she shouted, voice cracking. “A life where people respected me! Where I wasn’t treated like I was a plague!”
“Please, Izumi,” Blinky urged gently, “Merlin only wanted what was best—he couldn’t have predicted how society would twist it.”
“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” she screamed, throwing her arms back as the amulet burst into a blinding blue light. Her emotions surged, unchecked.
“I could’ve had friends! People who cared about me—loved me—for who I am!”
The amulet pulsed even brighter, reacting to the storm inside her.
“But instead, I have nothing! Just people who mock me—hate me—because I don’t have what they do!”
With a cry, she threw the amulet at Blinky. He caught it, stunned, as Izumi stormed out of the room, and slams her door shut
Chapter 3: the heart of the amulet
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Izumi slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the house. She let out a sharp breath before collapsing to the floor, hugging her knees tightly to her chest.
A normal life...
That’s all she ever wanted.
Instead, Merlin created quirks—and in doing so, he shattered any chance she had at peace. At friendship. At being seen.
It felt like the universe was mocking her, laughing at her pain, delighting in every bruise and cruel word she endured.
Tears threatened, but before she could spiral deeper into the ache festering in her chest, something caught her eye—a soft, faint glow coming from her trash bin.
Confused, Izumi slowly rose to her feet and approached it, heart thudding.
She peered inside.
Beneath the crumpled paper and discarded notes, a familiar blue light pulsed quietly.
Carefully, she reached in, pushing aside the mess until her fingers closed around it—the amulet.
The same one she had thrown at Blinky.
Izumi stared at it, stunned.
How… how did you get here? she thought, her mind reeling.
The amulet flickered gently in her hand, almost like it was responding to her.
The amulet glowed faintly in her palm, its light pulsing like a heartbeat—gentle, steady, almost… comforting.
Izumi stared at it, her breath catching in her throat.
It wasn’t just glowing. It was reaching out.
She gave a trembling smile, small and soft. “I know what you’re trying to do,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of everything she held inside.
Her thumb gently traced the edge of the amulet, the metal warm beneath her touch. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks now, silent but endless.
“And I… I thank you for it,” she said, clutching the amulet close to her chest as if it could hold her together.
The amulet pulsed again—gentler this time, like a hand reaching out in the dark. Izumi stared at it, feeling its quiet persistence.
“I’m okay now,” she murmured, though the ache in her chest said otherwise. “Even if I’m not… I have to accept it.”
The amulet suddenly flared with bright light, startling her. It lifted from her hands, hovering for a split second before pressing itself against her chest.
She gasped, staggering back—then froze.
‘Finally!’
Izumi flinched. The voice rang clear and vibrant inside her head—feminine, energetic, and just a little dramatic.
‘I’ve been waiting so long to speak to you!’
“Wha—?! Who’s in my head?!” Izumi shouted, but only inside her mind.
The amulet slipped off her chest and she caught it reflexively. As her fingers wrapped around it again, the voice returned, just as chipper.
‘It’s me! The amulet, duh! Took you long enough!’
‘What the fuck?!’ Izumi screamed inside her head.
‘Whoa! Easy there!’ the voice responded, a little startled. ‘I was just trying to help you… you know…’ The voice trailed off awkwardly, suddenly quiet.
Izumi’s eyes widened, guilt creeping in. ‘Oh! N-no—it’s totally fine! Really! Thank you, I—I really appreciate it!’ she said quickly, scrambling to fix the awkward tension forming between her and… her magical amulet?
Yeah. This was weird.
‘This is all new to me too, okay?’ the voice piped up again, regaining its pep. ‘First time I’ve personally picked a Trollhunter. But you? You’re gonna do great!’
Was it… praising her?
‘And yes, I can hear your thoughts too,’ the voice added, with a grumble.
Izumi flinched, clutching the amulet tighter. ‘I’m so sorry! I’m not used to—this! Or, or having someone... in my head who... actually seems to care.’
There was a pause.
Then, softer than before, the voice said: ‘Well, get used to it. You’re not alone anymore.’
-x-
at UA
For All Might, this month had been incredible. She stopped several muggings, thwarted crimes in progress, and even fended off a few villain attacks.
But one encounter stuck with her the most.
A young girl—quirkless—had approached her. And All Might, smiling brightly, told her she had the potential to be a great hero.
Yes, All Might had One For All, but before that? She, too, had been quirkless. She understood better than anyone what that girl was going through. So, she’d taken the time to talk with her, encourage her, even sign her well-worn hero notebook. The girl’s passion and detailed notes had made All Might’s heart swell with pride.
So imagine her excitement when she reviewed the rosters for Class 1-A and 1-B and saw the name: Midoriya Izumi.
Without wasting a second, All Might rushed down the hallway, practically glowing with joy. Finally—a quirkless student in the hero course! She was determined to train this young lady into a true heroine.
Upon entering Class 1-A, she beamed, standing proudly at the front.
“Before we begin today’s lesson,” All Might announced, scanning the room, “Could someone tell me where young Midoriya is? It’s very important she doesn’t miss a lesson like this!”
A spiky-haired blond boy leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. “Sensei told her to pack up and leave. He said she didn’t belong in the hero course.”
All Might’s smile faltered, and a cold silence followed.
The boy flinched as her frown deepened, the shift in her demeanor making it clear he’d stepped out of line.
“Y-Yeah, I don’t agree with Bakubro!” another boy said quickly, raising his hand nervously. “But Aizawa-sensei… he expelled her. On the first day.”
All Might’s eyes darkened, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, just as quickly, her trademark smile returned—but there was an edge to it now. “Thank you. I’ll be speaking with the principal personally about this,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.
A girl with long black hair tied in a high ponytail raised her hand. “Um, not to be rude, All Might… but isn’t it dangerous for quirkless people to be heroes?”
All Might looked at her, smile fading again.
“Quirklessness does not mean powerlessness!” she declared, her voice booming. “To be a true hero, you don’t need a flashy Quirk. What you need is heart. Determination. The will to help people, no matter the odds. The woman who trained me had a Quirk, yes—but she didn’t go easy on me. She trained me to become the Symbol of Peace despite my weakness!”
She turned to the door as support staff wheeled in racks of hero costumes.
“Now! Everyone, to Gym Beta!” she commanded, and the students scrambled out of their seats, a bit more serious than when they’d entered.
0x0
with izumi
Izumi sat on her bed, legs crossed, her fingers absently brushing over the now-warm surface of the amulet. She and the voice inside it had been talking—about everything. And somehow, despite the chaos, she felt a little better now. Not whole, but... steadier.
‘So, you wanted to be a hero, right?’ the amulet asked gently.
“Yeah,” Izumi said softly, staring at the floor. “For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be one.”
There was a pause—quiet, thoughtful—before the amulet spoke again.
‘What that teacher did to you... it wasn’t fair. You gave it your all, Izumi. And I want you to know—I’m proud of you.’
Izumi blinked back tears and gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. That... means a lot. At least All Might believed in me. She told me I could still be a hero.” The memory warmed her heart like a fading campfire, comforting even now.
Then came a new tone from the amulet—mischievous, almost teasing.
‘Hey... you wanna sneak out? Get some air?’
Izumi raised a brow. “Are you serious?”
She moved to her window, tugging aside the curtain. The night was calm, the breeze cool. It felt like the city was holding its breath, waiting.
‘Totally serious! You’ve been cooped up in here too long. Come on, breathe in some of that rebellious fresh air!’ the amulet chirped, clearly enjoying itself.
Izumi hesitated, pressing her lips together. A part of her knew it was reckless. But another part—the part that had fought to stay strong—was tempted.
“…Alright,” she whispered.
She grabbed her purse and carefully tucked the amulet inside. Stepping to the window, she opened it wide, feeling the wind brush against her skin. Despite the cheerleading voice in her head, she glanced once at her bedroom door... just in case.
Then, without another word, she swung a leg over the sill and stepped out into the night.
Chapter 4: a fight too early
Summary:
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“Izumi, honey?” Inko knocked gently on her daughter’s door, pausing for a reply.
Silence.
She sighed softly, resting her forehead against the doorframe. “Izumi… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said quietly, her voice laced with guilt.
“I was scared—scared of what you'd think if you found out. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you like this… I never thought it would affect you so deeply.”
Still, no answer.
Behind her, Blinky stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. He offered her a small, reassuring nod before turning to face the door himself.
“Izumi?” he called gently. When there was no response, his eyes softened, and he placed a hand on the doorknob—not to turn it, but as if to bridge the distance between them.
“I know you’re hurting in there,” Blinky said, his voice low and kind. “But remember this: to be a hero, one does not need to be born with power. It is the choices you make—the will to stand tall, even when the world tries to push you down. To face fear. To save others… even when they don’t ask to be saved.”
He paused, his tone deepening with quiet conviction.
“That, young Izumi, is what makes a true hero.”
There was still no response.
A sense of dread twisted in Inko’s chest. She looked at Blinky, and he gave her a grim nod before slowly turning the doorknob.
“We’re coming in, sweetie,” Inko called gently as she stepped into Izumi’s room.
The space was quiet—too quiet.
All Might posters lined the walls, carefully arranged and well-loved. Her desk was cluttered with hero merch, notebooks filled with observations and ideas, pens perfectly placed like she always kept them. But the bed was empty.
And then Inko saw it—the window, wide open, the moonlight spilling across the floor. The curtains fluttered softly in the breeze, swaying like they were reaching for something that was already gone.
Blinky’s face paled as he stepped forward, his expression tightening with worry.
“Oh no,” he murmured, rushing to the window. “Izumi… what have you done?”
-x-
Izumi wandered the quiet streets, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The stars overhead twinkled gently, and the glow of store signs lit up the sidewalks around her. Cars passed now and then, their headlights casting fleeting shadows. For the first time in a while, she felt calm. Grounded.
‘See? I told you this would be good for you!’
The amulet’s voice rang with satisfaction. Izumi could almost picture it grinning—even if it didn’t have a face.
“You’re right,” she murmured, smiling faintly.
She stopped in front of a 24-hour gas station, its flickering neon sign buzzing overhead. Slipping inside, she was greeted with a casual wave from the sleepy-looking employee behind the counter. Izumi returned it with a small wave of her own and headed toward the sweets section.
It didn’t take long to find something that caught her eye—mochi, her favorite. She picked up a pack and made her way to the register.
The employee glanced up as he scanned it. “What’s a kid like you doing out this late?”
Izumi averted her gaze. “Just needed some air… felt cramped at home.”
“Fair enough. Be careful out there, alright? That’ll be 300 yen.”
She handed over the exact change, gave him a polite nod, and stepped back outside.
Finding a nearby railing, she sat down and unwrapped the mochi. The first bite melted on her tongue—soft, sweet, just what she needed.
‘Yum!’ the amulet chimed in enthusiastically.
Izumi chuckled. “Yeah… it’s good.”
After finishing, she tossed the wrapper into the trash bin beside the store. A breeze rustled her hair as she stood up.
Time to head back.
As Izumi turned to head home, she froze.
Someone was standing there—tall, unmoving, and cloaked in shadow.
She instinctively stepped back.
“Izumi, you need to run—NOW!”
The amulet’s voice screamed in her mind, full of panic.
But her legs wouldn’t move. They felt like lead.
"So… the amulet chose you? A human?"
The voice was deep, gravelly. A troll stepped forward, its red eyes glowing in the dark, cutting through the gloom like twin embers. It stared at her, judgmental… hungry.
“IZUMI! RUN!!”
The amulet shrieked, but before she could react, the troll drew two massive swords and slammed them into the pavement. The concrete cracked beneath the force, spiderweb fractures racing across the ground.
"I'll rip that amulet from your dead body if I have to!"
With a roar, the troll hurled one of its swords directly at her.
Izumi’s breath caught in her throat—but instinct took over. She planted her feet, focused her breathing, and in one fluid motion, caught the sword by the hilt. Her arms shook under the weight—but she twisted and hurled it right back.
The troll caught it midair, blinking in shock—then laughed.
“Haha… I see. They’ve trained you well.”
It slammed its fists into the ground and charged.
Izumi sidestepped the rush at the last second, pivoting smoothly. As it barreled past her, she struck—precise, brutal—landing a blow hard against its side. She felt something crack under the force.
The troll let out a snarl and launched its sword at her again.
She caught it again, this time without hesitation, and flung it back just as quickly.
Then she moved—three strikes in rapid succession: head, chest, arm. Her final blow slammed square into the troll’s chest, forcing it to skid backward, leaving deep gouges in the pavement.
The troll skidded to a stop, then lifted his head with a wicked smirk.
"So... the human can defend herself," he snarled. "This is going to be much more interesting."
With a guttural roar, he charged again—faster this time.
Izumi barely had time to react. The sword was already coming down.
“For the glory of Merlin! Daylight is hers to command!”
The amulet’s voice rang out like thunder.
Light flared around Izumi, and in an instant, armor burst onto her body. The blade struck with a deafening clang, sparks flying. The force sent her skidding back across the pavement.
She gritted her teeth as the armor shimmered, then reshaped itself—shrinking, fitting her frame perfectly like it had always belonged to her.
The troll snarled and charged again. Izumi didn’t hesitate this time. She pivoted, stepped aside, grabbed one of his horns—and with a swift, brutal strike, shattered it clean off.
The troll screamed in agony.
Izumi didn’t stop. She surged forward, driving her fist into his face with a sickening crack, slamming his skull down hard into the concrete. The ground split beneath the blow.
But before she could press the attack, the troll lashed out. Izumi flipped backward, barely avoiding the counterstrike.
Panting, she steadied herself, slipping into a firm stance.
“You’re trained… too well,” the troll hissed, rising slowly. Blood trickled from his broken horn. “Like him. Did he train you?”
Izumi said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
The troll stared at her for a long moment… then stepped back into the shadows.
“I’ll admit it—I didn’t expect you to be this strong,” he growled. “So goodbye… for now, Trollhunter.”
And with that, he vanished into the night.
-x-
Blinky rewound the footage playing on Herotube, the screen showing a shaky video of Izumi in action. Despite the low quality, it clearly captured her going toe-to-toe with the troll—dodging, striking, and dealing blow after blow with impressive precision.
“I can’t believe you went out on your own like that,” Inko said, arms crossed as she looked at Izumi.
Izumi stared down at the floor, guilt creeping across her face.
“But…” Inko’s tone softened. “I’m also proud of you. You stood your ground, and you protected yourself.” She walked over, placing a gentle hand on Izumi’s shoulder. “Just… don’t ever do that again without telling me. Or you’re grounded for a month.”
Izumi nodded quickly, a small, sheepish smile forming.
Blinky, meanwhile, was still glued to the screen, awe etched across his face. He adjusted his glasses, eyes wide with amazement.
“Incredible…” he murmured. “Your reactions, your instinct, the way you moved... It was remarkable.”
He turned to her fully, voice more serious now. “The troll who attacked you—that was Bular. A very dangerous one. He is not only ruthless, but relentless. You’re lucky to have walked away from that fight, Izumi.”
“What was he doing here?” Inko asked, her voice tense as she looked to Blinky.
“He was hunting Izumi,” Blinky replied grimly. “Due to his connection to the Darklands... and his father—Gunmar. They’re both after the amulet. Gunmar remains sealed within the Darklands for now, but his influence still seeps through. Bular is acting on his behalf.”
“So… he’s after the amulet?” Izumi asked.
Blinky nodded solemnly. “Yes. And more than that—he’s also seeking the building blocks for the Killahead Bridge. If they rebuild it, they can free Gunmar. But we destroyed it after the Great War, buried it along with the horrors that came with it.”
His eyes grew distant for a moment, recalling ancient battles, sealing rituals, and the lives lost to stop what now threatened to rise again.
“You’re very lucky you’ve been trained, Izumi,” Blinky said, stepping closer. “If you hadn’t been… we might have lost you. Please—never leave again without your mother or myself at your side. Do you understand?”
Izumi gave a quiet nod. “I understand.”
Blinky exhaled slowly, then tilted his head. “Tell me—did you speak the incantation? It looked like you activated the armor.”
Izumi hesitated, then held up the amulet. “Well… not exactly. The amulet spoke for me. It said the words on its own.”
Blinky’s eyes widened. “It… spoke to you?” he asked, baffled. “The amulet… spoke?”
-x-
Toshinori stared down at her phone, replaying the grainy HeroTube footage for what felt like the tenth time. The girl in the video—she recognized her instantly. That unmistakable green hair, the movements, the fire in her eyes—it was young Midoriya. The same girl she’d spoken to on the rooftop not so long ago.
But something didn’t add up.
Did she have a quirk? The way she moved, the precision and power—it was all too sharp, too practiced. It wasn’t just instinct. And yet, there were no visible signs of a quirk being used. No flash, no glow, no burst of power. Just raw, physical skill.
Perhaps it had been a quirk awakened under extreme stress. That wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened.
She’d already spoken to Nezu about it. He’d agreed—Izumi should have been transferred to General Studies, not expelled. That decision had been a mistake. One Toshinori regretted not catching in time.
Still, One For All had already been passed on. Ochako Uraraka, her successor, was doing well. Kind-hearted, grounded, and willing to extend a hand to anyone in need—exactly the kind of hero this world needed.
Toshinori looked back at the video, watching as Izumi took on someone twice her size without hesitation.
This generation… it truly was something special.
Chapter 5: going to trollmarket and meeting vendal
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Izumi sat quietly at her desk, focused on her sketchbook as she added the final details to her latest drawing. The image of the amulet—etched with precision and care—came to life on the page.
“That’s perfect,” the amulet said with clear approval, its voice resonating warmly in her mind.
She paused, examining her work with a small, satisfied smile. “You really think so?”
“How can you draw so well?” the amulet marveled. “You’ve got serious talent.”
Izumi gave a casual shrug. “Practice, I guess.”
She gently closed the notebook and set it aside, still smiling. Just then, a knock echoed from her bedroom door.
“Come in,” she called.
The door creaked open, and Blinky stepped through, looking visibly unsettled. His expression was tight, eyes wide with concern—or was it urgency?
“Izumi,” he began, “we need to go. Now. Vendel has requested your presence at the Troll Market.”
“Vendel?” Izumi blinked in confusion as she grabbed her purse and slipped the amulet inside. “Who’s that?”
“Vendel is the elder of the Troll Market,” Blinky explained as he stepped aside to let her through. “Wise beyond measure, keeper of ancient lore, and the spiritual guide of our people. He’s seen many Trollhunters rise and fall… but never a human.”
Izumi’s brows furrowed. “So… he wants to meet me? Because of the fight with Bular?”
“Precisely,” Blinky said, closing the door behind them. “Word travels fast, and Vendel is… curious. But be warned—he’s not one to sugarcoat his thoughts.”
They stepped out into the cool night, the stars stretching wide above them.
Izumi tightened her grip on her bag. “Alright then… let’s go meet him.”
As they wandered through the Trollmarket, Izumi had braced herself for stares or whispers—some form of discrimination for being human. What she didn’t expect was how many trolls smiled at her, nodding in recognition or even cheering softly as she passed.
She heard murmurs as she walked by.
“That’s the girl who bested Bular…”
“She took his horn, you know. First time I’ve seen anyone stand toe-to-toe with him and walk away.”
They weren’t wrong. She had taken Bular’s horn after their fight and kept it beside her desk—both as a reminder of her strength and as a symbol of surviving something she shouldn’t have.
As they neared the Hearthstone, Izumi saw a tall figure hunched slightly over, leaning on a staff. His skin was a pale, stony blue-gray, his long white beard like frost over stone. His presence radiated age and quiet authority.
She guessed immediately: Vendel.
“Ah,” he said, voice gravelly and deep as he stepped forward, “so this is the Trollhunter I’ve heard so much about.”
Izumi remembered something her teacher, always told her: Respect your elders—strength isn’t only in fists. She bowed respectfully.
“I’m Izumi Midoriya. It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”
Vendel gave a short, amused chuckle. “And disciplined, too. Nice to see the young remember their manners.” He stepped aside, motioning toward a carved pathway. “Now then… let’s test your resolve, girl. Let’s see if you are truly worthy.”
From deep inside her mind, the amulet grumbled, “I already chose you. You are worthy. Don’t forget that.”
Hearing that made Izumi lift her chin, standing taller, steadier. She nodded once and followed as Vendel led her into the Chronicle Cavern.
As they neared the far end of the cavern, Izumi’s eyes landed on a stone pillar—taller than the rest, with a strange, carved head perched at its top. The surrounding pillars gave it the feel of an ancient altar, forgotten but still heavy with purpose.
“This is the Test of Worthiness,” Vendel announced, voice solemn. “ARRGGH, if you would assist the young Trollhunter.”
A large troll with powerful limbs covered in green fur and stony-gray skin stepped forward. Despite his imposing size, his expression was gentle.
“Hi,” he rumbled softly, scooping her up with great care. “I’m AAARRRGGHH!!! But you can call me Arrgh. I’m a pacifist.”
Izumi nodded politely. “Thank you.”
He gave a kind smile. “Don’t mention it.” With ease, he lifted her onto the main pillar and up to the device.
“Place your hand inside,” Vendel instructed, now standing tall with both hands resting on his staff. “It won’t harm you.”
Izumi hesitated for just a second before sliding her hand into the carved opening. The stone clamped down—not painfully, but firm enough to make her flinch.
A minute passed. Then the device released her, stone sliding back with a low hiss. She rubbed her hand, slightly shaken, but unhurt.
Arrgh gently lowered her back to the ground, his grip as careful as before.
Vendel stepped closer, inspecting the device as faint glowing symbols lit up along its side. A pleased smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Well, well,” he said. “It seems you’re not just worthy. You’re exceptional. Welcome, Trollhunter.”
"You were always worthy."
The amulet’s voice echoed in Izumi’s mind as she stood beneath the cavern’s archways. It was right—she hadn’t needed some ancient device to prove what she already felt in her bones. She was worthy of being the Trollhunter.
"Well then," Vendel said, turning with a slight huff, "it seems our little adventure is complete."
He began walking toward the exit, staff tapping softly against the stone. Izumi followed behind him, and Arrgh brought up the rear.
“Kanjigar was the best of us,” Vendel continued as they walked. “But with you… we may finally defeat that blasted, traitorous troll.”
As they moved deeper through the tunnel, Izumi caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye—a strange, blue flame hovering in the shadows. But before she could get a good look, it vanished.
“Draal won’t be happy about this,” Vendel muttered.
“How come?” Izumi asked.
Vendel paused mid-step, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “He’s Kanjigar’s son. Naturally, he expected the amulet to choose him. But it didn’t. And frankly… he’s too immature.”
“A bit harsh,” Arrgh rumbled.
“You know it’s true, Arrgh,” Vendel replied with a grumble. “That boy’s pride blinds him more than the darkest cave.”
Izumi stopped walking, her steps faltering as something inside her tightened. Vendel turned to look back, brow furrowed.
“Young Trollhunter,” he said gently, “is something wrong?”
Izumi looked down, shadows flickering behind her eyes. “Just… some bad memories.”
“Ah,” Vendel said with a knowing nod. “Someone you used to know?”
She gave a quiet nod. Her thoughts turned briefly to Katsuki—how his pride had turned to cruelty, how it had left scars deeper than most could see.
“Well then, let us continue forward,” Vendel said kindly. “Whatever was done in the past is behind us. We must look to the future.”
Izumi took those words to heart. Wise advice—especially coming from the wisest troll in the Trollmarket.
When they finally exited the cavern, a large, blue, stony-skinned troll waited for them outside. He was even bigger than Arrgh,
“That’s Draal,” Arrgh rumbled, stepping protectively in front of Izumi.
“I can protect myself,” she said quietly.
Arrgh glanced down at her, eyes warm. “It’s just to be sure. I won’t let any troll harm you.”
For a moment, Izumi relaxed. Arrgh reminded her so much of Blinky. She remembered how Blinky once said he and Arrgh were old friends. In the presence of someone like Arrgh, she could breathe a little easier.
“So this is the Trollhunter,” Draal snarled, stepping forward.
Vendel immediately placed himself between Draal and Izumi.
“Now, hold, Draal,” Vendel said firmly. “Do not act in haste. The Test of Worthiness has spoken. She is more than fit to wield the Amulet of Daylight.”
Draal’s face twisted into a snarl of pure rage.
“I was supposed to be chosen after my father’s death!” he roared, slamming a massive fist into the stone ground, cracks spiderwebbing out from the impact.
“You know as well as any,” Vendel said sternly, “the Amulet does not choose by bloodline. It chooses the one most worthy.”
Draal’s breathing was heavy, furious. His eyes burned into Izumi.
“If you’re truly the one who bested Bular,” he growled, “then fight me. If I win, you’ll hand over that Amulet!”
“Draal, son of Kanjigar!” Vendel thundered, slamming his staff into the ground so hard it echoed through the caverns, silencing everyone. “You know it is forbidden for a Trollhunter to surrender the Amulet. Your challenge disgraces you.”
Draal bared his teeth in frustration, but Vendel didn’t back down.
“Now, be a good boy,” Vendel said with biting sharpness, “and leave the young Trollhunter be.”
Draal glared at Izumi, a low, rumbling growl in his throat, but with Arrgh still standing protectively over her
Vendel let out a sigh. “Forgive him, young Trollhunter. His pride has suffered a deep wound.”
“It’s okay,” Izumi said softly.
As Draal turned to leave, he threw one last glare over his shoulder.
“You don’t deserve that amulet,” he growled. “My father died so you could wear it. You could never be a real Trollhunter.”
The words hit harder than any physical blow. Izumi’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at his retreating back.
He’s right.
The thought slithered in like poison. Her pulse began to race. The world around her tilted—just slightly—but enough to make her legs wobble. Voices around her blurred, muffled like they were underwater.
Her palms started to sweat. Her fingers trembled. Her heart slammed against her ribs, each beat louder than the last.
“Young Trollhunter?” Vendel’s voice came through faintly, but it was distant, like from the end of a tunnel.
You’re not good enough.
You never were.
The amulet buzzed faintly in her pocket. “Whoa—what’s with those thoughts?!” The voice sounded far away—too far.
You’re just a quirkless deku.
You’ll never amount to anything, Deku.
You don’t belong here. Not with the rest of us.
Her lungs couldn’t keep up. Her chest constricted, breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Izumi?! Are you listening to me?!”
Someone was yelling, but it barely registered.
You’re a waste of space.
Stop wasting oxygen, you useless trash.
Her knees buckled. She stumbled forward, hands grasping for something—anything—and latched onto a stone pillar for support. Her vision swam. Her thoughts spiraled.
You’re a stalker, aren’t you?
Why don’t you just go away?
Tears welled in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks as she clutched her chest. Her heart thundered, out of rhythm, like it was going to give out. She held tighter to the pillar, grounding herself against the panic.
“Izumi!”
The amulet’s voice rang louder now, forceful. “Snap out of this! You’re better than this—I chose you for a reason!”
Then, the cruelest memory surfaced—one she had buried deep:
If you really want a Quirk… why don’t you jump off a building and pray for one?
Her breath hitched. A sob escaped. She gripped the pillar tighter as her knees gave out, tears falling freely now.
“Izumi, listen to me! You’re better than them—better than those bastards!”
The voice echoed faintly in her mind, cutting through the noise.
“I chose you! Don’t listen to that coward. You deserve this—you are worthy!”
Izumi clung to that voice like a rope. It grew louder, clearer. Slowly, the world began to sharpen.
“Young Trollhunter!” Vendel’s voice reached her ears, muffled but urgent. “Are you alright?!”
Shapes returned. Movement. Color. She could see him stepping toward her, concern etched into his face.
“That’s it, focus on me!” the amulet called gently in her mind.
Izumi sucked in a shaky breath. Then another. Her vision steadied.
“You’re doing it. That’s it. One breath at a time.”
The pressure in her chest began to lift. Her lungs opened. Her grip loosened slightly as she realized she was still clinging to Arrgh’s massive hand. His expression was full of worry, but also calm. Steadying.
“Are you okay now?” the amulet asked, softer this time.
Izumi exhaled slowly, trembling.
‘No…’ she whispered inside her own mind.
“Alright,” the amulet replied gently. “I’m here if you need me.”
Izumi stayed where she was, still holding Arrgh’s hand like a lifeline. Her body still trembled, but she was breathing. Slowly. She was coming back.
“Young Trollhunter?” Vendel’s voice cut through the haze more clearly now.
Izumi took a deep breath in—shaky—and exhaled slowly. “I-I’m sorry,” she murmured, keeping her eyes on the ground. “It’s just… I didn’t have the easiest childhood.”
There was a pause, and then she felt Vendel’s large, calloused hand rest gently on her back.
“It’s alright, young Trollhunter,” he said, voice low and kind. “Even the strongest need time to catch their breath.”
Izumi looked up at him, eyes watery, before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him. Vendel stiffened in surprise, clearly unused to human gestures, but after a moment, he returned the hug—slow and careful.
When Izumi finally pulled back, she gave a small smile, wiping her eyes.
“Let’s get you home now,” Vendel said softly, turning to lead the way through the winding paths of Trollmarket. Arrgh lumbered behind them, quietly watchful.
As they walked, Izumi glanced up at the gentle giant beside her. “Thanks…for letting me hold on to you,” she said quietly.
Arrgh smiled warmly. “Don’t mention it.”
-x-
at UA
"Alright, that’s enough!" Ochako exhaled sharply, slumping down onto a bench tucked into the corner of the training room.
Aizawa had been pushing them harder than usual. Her limbs ached, and sweat clung to her skin like a second suit. She brought a hand to her face and blinked when her fingers came away red—blood trickling down from her nose.
What the…? Ochako thought, her breath catching slightly.
"Uraraka! Nurse’s office. Now!" Aizawa called sharply, clearly having noticed.
She nodded quickly and rushed off.
By the time she reached the nurse’s office, Recovery Girl was already prepping a small tray of supplies.
"Ochako, dear, what brings you in?" Chiyo asked kindly, turning as the girl sat down on the bed with a tissue pressed to her nose.
"My nose just… started bleeding all of a sudden," Ochako muttered, wiping it again. "It happened right after I used One For All."
Recovery Girl hummed softly and handed her a small pill and a paper cup of water. "Here, take this. It's a mild stabilizer."
Ochako took the pill, then glanced at the older woman with concern. "I never used to get nosebleeds during training—not even when I pushed myself hard."
Chiyo nodded, slipping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. "Let’s take a look..."
The device beeped softly. Chiyo’s brows furrowed.
"Your blood pressure’s unusually high…" she muttered, mostly to herself. She turned back to Ochako. "I suggest you ease up on your training for now. I'll speak with Aizawa. He’s already on thin ice."
Ochako blinked. "I heard All Might punched him in the face. Is that… true?"
Chiyo chuckled under her breath as she handed the girl a small bag of gummy bears. "Yes. Toshinori was furious with him over something. Didn’t say much, but I haven’t seen her that mad in years."
"Huh…" Ochako murmured, clearly unsettled.
"Alright, back to class with you!" Recovery Girl said, waving her off with a smile and a gentle push toward the door.
Chapter 6: Facing down a hero killer
Summary:
Izumi and a pro hero faces stain, the hero killer
Chapter Text
Izumi walked quietly down the street with Blinky beside her, the night air cool against her skin. The street was mostly empty, save for the faint buzz of city life. That’s when she spotted a familiar figure approaching—a pro hero in a long coat and elegant stride.
Her eyes widened. “That’s Ryukyu!”
She stepped forward, waving her hand. “Ryukyu! Can I get your autograph?”
The dragon hero turned, her expression softening. “It’s always nice to meet a fan,” she said kindly. Izumi handed her notebook over, heart racing just a little. Their fingers brushed.
Ryukyu’s touch lingered for a second—warm, and faintly trembling. Her cheeks looked slightly flushed. But she signed the page and handed the notebook back with a small smile.
“Thank you, miss hero,” Izumi said, hugging the notebook close.
Blinky stepped forward, gently clearing his throat. “Izumi, it is getting quite late. Let’s head home, shall we?”
Izumi nodded, but turned to Ryukyu one last time. “Have a safe night!”
“You too,” Ryukyu replied. “Be careful out there.”
They had barely taken a few steps when a cold voice slithered through the air.
“Well, well… Ryukyu. What a surprise. I thought you were still in Hosu. And now you’re here… in Musutafu.”
Ryukyu froze, her gaze locking onto the figure emerging from the shadows. A red headband. A jagged sword. A gleam of madness in his eyes.
“…Stain,” she whispered, her expression hardening as she stepped forward.
Izumi’s blood ran cold. Stain?! What is he doing here?
She took a step back instinctively, but Blinky’s firm grip on her arm stopped her.
“Let the hero do her work, Izumi,” he warned. “You’ll only be in the way.”
Izumi looked from Blinky to the fight breaking out in front of her. Ryukyu was already in her dragon form, wings spreading wide as she launched toward the Hero Killer. But Stain was fast—faster than she expected. His movements were a blur, slipping past her strikes with terrifying ease.
Izumi’s fists clenched. “I can’t just stand here and do nothing.”
Blinky groaned. “Trouble finds you like a moth to flame…”
She grinned over her shoulder. “It always does.”
And with that, she sprinted toward the fight.
Ryukyu struck first, slamming her tail toward Stain. He dodged, barely, and slashed forward. She transformed mid-dodge, shifting to human form to maneuver better in tight quarters. Another tail swing caught him and sent him skidding back, but he recovered fast.
“I’ve waited for this,” Stain snarled, eyes wild. “A real fight! A top hero… another FAKE!”
He darted in low. Ryukyu countered, catching his leg and slamming him down hard. The pavement cracked beneath him, but he twisted and lunged again, feinting left—then slicing right. His blade bit into her stomach.
Ryukyu gritted her teeth and drove him back with a blast from her wings, but it was too late. She saw her blood on his blade.
He licked it.
Her limbs locked up.
“No…” she whispered.
She forced herself to move, but her body was slow. Stain was already in front of her again, slashing her arms and legs in shallow cuts, drawing more blood—each one making her weaker.
Her breath came ragged. Then—a blur. His sword arced for her neck.
She couldn’t move.
Time slowed.
I’m going to die.
Then—light.
A voice rang out like thunder.
“For the glory of Merlin… Daylight is mine to command!”
A burst of blue energy exploded in front of her, and Ryukyu blinked as a silver blade caught Stain’s sword mid-swing. Standing between them was Izumi—armor-clad, the amulet on her chest glowing, sword burning with blue light
“A wannabe hero, huh?” Stain growled, eyes narrowing. “Just a kid playing dress-up…”
He slid backward, blade drawn. “You won’t be walking away from this, girl.”
Izumi said nothing. Her grip tightened on the glowing sword, feet steady as she shifted into her stance.
Stain smirked and lunged.
He struck fast—razor-sharp steel aiming for her throat—but Izumi sidestepped just in time, countering with a clean arc of her blade. The two weapons clashed, metal grinding against metal, sending a spray of sparks into the night air.
Stain pushed against her with raw force, trying to overwhelm her. But Izumi dug her heels in, refusing to budge. The amulet flared a brilliant blue, and her blade surged with energy.
CRACK!
Stain’s weapon snapped clean in half.
“What—?” he barely had time to react before Izumi surged forward and slammed her fist into his face. A brutal crackechoed as her punch landed square on his nose, sending him stumbling back.
“W-what are you doing…? Leave…” Ryukyu gasped from where she lay, her body still locked by Stain’s quirk—or perhaps fear. She struggled, her limbs trembling uselessly.
Izumi didn’t turn. Her voice was calm, resolute.
“It’s my duty to protect people. And trolls.”
Then she glanced over her shoulder at Ryukyu.
“And besides… meddling when you don’t need to… is the essence of being a hero.”
Ryukyu stared at the girl’s back, heart pounding—not just from fear, but something far more primal stirring inside her. ‘Damn it, I marked her! This isn’t good! I was already stressed with this god damn heat!!’
Across from them, Stain rose to his feet, wiping blood from his face. His eyes flicked to Izumi with sudden interest.
“…You’re a fan of All Might, aren’t you?” he asked, drawing a dagger from his belt.
Izumi gave a small smile. “She told me I could be a hero. Encouraged me.”
That made Stain pause. Then he chuckled, almost fondly.
“I like you, kid. So All Might chose you…”
He flipped the dagger once, sheathed it, and stepped back.
“Until next time… hero.”
With that, Stain leapt upward, vanishing into the shadows above.
X-x
with ochako
It was nearly midnight. Ochako sat hunched in the dorm bathroom, hands clenched tightly in her lap.
Thin, splintered cracks were forming along her palms and wrists, glowing faintly beneath the skin like fractured glass.
They burned. Every breath made her fingers throb.
Her fingertips felt like needles were being driven under each nail. She grit her teeth, trying not to cry out.
What’s happening to me? she thought, panic rising.
She tried to activate One For All—just a flicker of it—but nothing responded. Her muscles locked up. Sweat clung to her forehead as she forced more power through her body, only for her limbs to seize in protest.
When she finally managed to let it go, the pain doubled.
It was getting harder every time. Harder to activate… harder to stop. Her body recoiled every time she used it, as if rejecting the very power that made her a hero.
She clutched her head, breathing raggedly.
Every time I use it, it gets worse… it hurts more when I stop.
Then the whispers came again.
“We’re sorry.”
Multiple voices. Distant. Faint. Echoing in the hollow of her skull—always apologizing.
Her eyes dropped to her forearms.
More cracks.
Spreading like a spiderweb.
Ochako stared in silence, jaw tight, the glow pulsing beneath her skin like a countdown.
Ochako clutched her head, fingers trembling against her scalp.
She didn’t know what to do.
Didn’t know when it would stop.
Didn’t know what would happen when her body finally gave out—whether from One For All… or from her own quirk turning against her.
The fear twisted in her gut like a knife.
Her greatest fear wasn't dying.
It was freezing up. Failing to act.
Not being able to help someone when they needed her most.
That was what terrified her.
Then came the voices again. Faint. Splintered. Echoing in the hollow of her skull.
“Quirkless…”
The word made her heart skip. She didn’t know what they meant.
Didn’t want to know.
She just wanted it to stop.
The aching.
The pressure.
The way her body screamed with every flicker of power.
She just wanted it to stop hurting
x-x
“Thanks… for the help,” Ryukyu muttered, brushing herself off as she stood. The street was quiet now—the fight long over.
Izumi gave a small shrug as her armor dissolved into light. “It was nothing.”
She turned to leave with Blinky when Ryukyu called out, a little too quickly, “Wait!”
Izumi paused and looked back. Ryukyu’s cheeks were flushed, her expression oddly tense. “Um… for the record,” she stammered, “don’t do that again. But also—uh…”
She hesitated, then thrust out her hand. “Give me your notebook.”
Izumi blinked in confusion but handed it over.
Ryukyu flipped to a fresh page, scribbled something, then returned the notebook with a quick, “Here.”
Izumi glanced down.
A phone number.
Her eyes widened slightly, then flicked back up to the hero.
“C-call me. If you're ever in trouble,” Ryukyu said quickly—then, without another word, turned on her heel and walked off in a flustered hurry.
Izumi stood there blinking.
Blinky tilted his head toward her. “Should I ask?”
Izumi just shrugged, tucking the notebook under her arm. “Let’s go home.”
Notes:
There’s one more chapter going to be rolling out after this one!
Chapter 7: She doesn’t have much time left
Summary:
Ochako is at deaths door
Notes:
As always, leave a comment! Looking for feedback!
Chapter Text
Ryukyu lay sprawled on her bed, the sheets twisted beneath her as she turned her head to glare at the glowing digits on her nightstand clock.
2:03 a.m.
She groaned, burying her face in the pillow.
Her body was on fire.
It had been building all month, her heat simmering beneath the surface. And tonight—tonight it was unbearable. She hadn’t burned like this in years, not since the early days of her hero work. And it all came rushing back after that girl had saved her from Stain.
Ryukyu groaned aloud as she slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. Her fingers slid through the fabric between her pussy.
It was absolutely soaked
Her tail twitched as a wave of frustrated arousal pulsed through her. She had tried earlier—after tending to the sword wound, after scrubbing off the dried blood and battle sweat. She’d tried toys, fantasy, even a cold shower.
None of it helped.
She thought about Rumi, but she was asleep by now. And even if she weren’t—she wouldn’t be able to fix this.
Only one image kept pushing into her mind.
Her.
The girl who had saved her.
Ryukyu’s hips bucked as her fingers found a rhythm. She tried to resist it—tried to redirect her thoughts, to anything, anyone else. But it was no use.
She remembered the girl’s scent. The defiant curve of her jaw. The adrenaline-fueled brush of her body against Ryukyu’s bloodied form.
“Fuck…” Ryukyu hissed, shivering.
She reached for her phone blindly, her other hand never stopping. The hidden app loaded quickly, filling the screen with flickering bodies and sounds.
She picked a video at random, letting it play, but her eyes barely followed the action.
It wasn’t enough.
Not until she imagined it was her—the girl, kneeling between her legs, mouth hot, hands hungry.
That’s when Ryukyu came. Hard.
Her back arched off the mattress, tail curling tight, thighs clenching around her own wrist as the orgasm rolled through her like an electric storm.
Breathing hard, she collapsed against the bed.
she could finally sleep
X-x
With ochako
Ochako sat on the training mat, panting, One For All still humming faintly through her veins in flickers of pink lightning. Her limbs trembled, her body begging for rest.
“Alright, that’s enough for today, Uraraka,” Kirishima grinned, plopping down beside her, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks again for helping me work on my quirk!”
She gave him a small nod, but said nothing.
“You uh… not letting go of your quirk?” he asked, pointing to the arcs of energy still dancing across her shoulders.
Ochako froze. “O-oh, that? Just… part of a quirk stamina drill I’ve been trying,” she offered quickly, voice tight.
It was early morning—just some extra sparring before class—but her body already ached as if she’d fought an entire war. Kirishima tilted his head, concern flickering in his eyes.
“You sure? You can rest, y’know. Even All Might took breaks.”
That made her wince.
Her eyes dropped to her hands. Cracks—barely visible—were forming again along the knuckles. Her fingertips throbbed, like needles digging into her nerves. She didn’t want to let go of OFA. Not in front of anyone.
But Kirishima was worried. They all were. Her body couldn't keep this up forever.
With a sharp inhale, she finally began to dial One For All down.
The pain came instantly.
It tore through her chest like broken glass and fire. Her limbs seized. Her breath hitched.
And then she collapsed.
“Uraraka?!” Kirishima scrambled toward her, panicked, but her vision was already swimming in static. Her body trembled violently, fighting the comedown like it was dying—because, in a way, it was.
Through the haze, her eyes caught a shadow—tall, still, watching from across the gym.
A hooded figure. Cloaked in darkness. No face, no sound. Just watching.
Then, in a blink, it was gone.
The pain didn’t let up for five long minutes. Kirishima tried to help, but she waved him off with a weak smile, insisting she was fine. He eventually left, reluctantly, promising to check on her later.
And once she was alone, she clutched her arms, eyes darting to where the figure had stood.
X-x
Ochako sat hunched over her desk, trembling. Her breathing was ragged, uneven. Around her, small objects floated—pens, books, even her lamp—rising a few inches into the air before clattering back down. One For All pulsed uncontrollably through her, flaring and fading in erratic waves.
Her body burned. Her skin felt hot and slick, like it was blistering from the inside out. Every breath stabbed at her lungs like knives.
And then, in the corner of her eye—
That figure again.
Cloaked in shadows. Watching silently. Closer now.
Her vision swam. She wanted to scream. She wanted All Might.
Elsewhere…
Toshinori paused mid-step in the teacher’s lounge, a strange unease curling in her gut.
“Yagi?” Hizashi called from the couch. “You okay?”
“…I don’t know,” she muttered, eyes scanning the room like something invisible had just passed through her.
“What’s wrong?” Nemuri asked.
Toshinori’s breath hitched. A sudden flash of clarity struck—Ochako. Something had been off about her for weeks: the fatigue, the stiffness, the forced smiles. All the little red flags she had ignored.
Her eyes widened in horror.
In an instant, Toshinori sprinted out of the lounge, transforming into her hero form with a thunderous crack. Wind howled in her wake as she tore through the courtyard, leapt over the dorm gates, and slammed into the Class 1-A building.
She didn’t stop to knock. She blasted open the girls’ dorm hallway door, bolted to Ochako’s room—and threw it open.
What she saw turned her blood to ice.
Ochako sat slumped over her desk, barely conscious. Her skin was peeling—melting—off her arms and face in translucent, blistered layers. Her entire body radiated an unnatural heat, and beneath the skin, pink lightning flickered.
Toshinori rushed forward and scooped her up. Her hands recoiled at the touch—Ochako’s skin was slick, feverish, too hot for a human body. Like she was… shedding.
“No, no no no—” Toshinori cradled her close and turned, bursting out of the room and sprinting straight for Recovery Girl’s office, praying to every god she knew that she wasn’t too late.
Toshinori burst into Recovery Girl’s office, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. Chiyo jolted in surprise, spinning around with a scolding glare—until her expression dropped into fear the moment she saw Ochako in Toshinori’s arms.
“Toshinori—what happened?!” Chiyo shouted, rushing over.
“She’s burning up! Her skin—it's melting off!” Toshinori cried, carefully setting Ochako down on the nearest table.
Chiyo’s professional instincts kicked in immediately. She slipped on gloves and tore open drawers, grabbing medical supplies as fast as her hands could move. Ochako trembled on the table, her skin peeling in wet, painful layers. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, every one a struggle.
“All…Might…” Ochako whispered through the pain, barely audible. “G-grab…someone…quirkless…”
Chiyo gently slipped an oxygen mask over her mouth and began to sedate her. Toshinori stood frozen, the word quirklessechoing in her head like a gunshot.
Quirkless…
Over and over again—until it hit her like a lightning bolt.
“I know someone,” Toshinori whispered. Her eyes widened.
Without another word, she turned and sprinted out of the room, cape trailing behind her, heading straight for Principal Nezu’s office.
Izumi was in the backyard, focused on her sword swings, the blade cutting through the air with practiced precision.
Just as she prepared to launch into her next motion, Inko stepped out onto the porch, phone clutched in both hands. “U-Um… sweetie? We’re needed at U.A.,” she said, her voice uncertain.
Izumi lowered her sword and turned. “Why? What’s going on?”
Inko hesitated. “Principal Nezu said it’s urgent. And… All Might will be there too.”
Izumi wiped sweat from her brow and nodded. “Alright. Let me get changed.”
—Timeskip—
Izumi sat stiffly in the familiar chair of Principal Nezu’s office, the air heavier than she remembered. She hadn’t set foot in this room since her expulsion a month ago.
Nezu sat across from her, uncharacteristically solemn, his paws folded tightly on the desk. All Might, in her shrunken, gaunt form, stood beside him, her eyes shadowed with stress.
“Izumi,” Nezu began, voice low and serious. “We’re sorry to summon you like this. But what we’re about to say is extremely sensitive. You may tell your mother, but no one else.”
Izumi’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?”
All Might stepped forward, speaking gently but firmly. “My quirk—One For All—isn’t widely known. It’s a power that can be passed from one user to the next… a legacy meant to protect and inspire.”
“I passed it to young Uraraka,” she continued. “She had a heroic spirit, and I believed in her.”
Izumi’s eyes widened slightly, but All Might raised a hand to pause her.
“What we didn’t know,” All Might said gravely, “was that One For All... kills those who already have a quirk. Slowly. And it’s killing her now.”
The words hit like a punch. Izumi’s throat tightened.
“She’s not doing well,” Nezu added softly.
Izumi’s voice trembled. “What… what do you want from me?”
All Might looked her in the eye. “You were born quirkless. You’re the only one who can safely inherit One For All now. We’re asking—hoping—you’ll take it. To spare Ochako from suffering. To carry the legacy forward.”
Izumi’s mind swirled. Blinky’s words echoed in her memory:
Trollhunters answer the call when someone is in need. It is your duty to protect others… just like a hero would.
The amulet’s voice followed, soft but certain. Are you sure, girl?
Yeah, Izumi whispered in her heart.
Then her master’s voice came, quiet and solemn:
When someone is suffering, sometimes… mercy is all we can offer. Letting them rest is a kindness, child.
Izumi looked up, steady now. “I’ll do it.”
Izumi stepped into Recovery Girl’s office—and what she saw nearly stopped her heart.
A large stasis tube stood in the center of the room, dimly lit by soft blue lights. Inside floated a girl—Ochako Uraraka, she assumed—her body grotesquely damaged. Much of her skin had peeled away, revealing raw muscle and glowing fissures. She looked less like a person and more like a fragile shell hanging onto life by a thread.
“Geez…” the amulet whispered in her mind.
Izumi swallowed hard, trying not to stare. Beside the tube, Recovery Girl stood quietly, holding a syringe filled with dark red fluid. Her usual warm expression was nowhere to be found—only exhaustion, grief, and something deeper: regret.
“She’s at death’s door,” Recovery Girl said softly, voice cracked with emotion. “And it’s all because of One For All…”
All Might stood silently near the back wall, her gaunt form shrouded in shadows. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her jaw was clenched. She hadn’t spoken a word since Izumi arrived, but the weight in her eyes said enough. She blamed herself.
“I assume you’ve been told about One For All?” Recovery Girl asked, still not looking away from the dying girl in the tube.
Izumi nodded, lips pressed together.
“She… Ochako consented to pass it on. She wanted it to go to someone it wouldn’t kill.” Recovery Girl finally turned to Izumi and held out the syringe. “This contains her blood. It’ll transfer the Quirk—and hopefully stop the degradation.”
Izumi stepped closer. “Are you sure this is the only way?”
“She doesn’t have time for another method,” All Might spoke up, her voice heavy with sorrow. “And you’re the only one who can handle it, Midoriya. I wish… I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
Izumi looked once more at the girl in the tube—still floating, still fighting. She nodded slowly. “I’ll take it.”
Recovery Girl gently took Izumi’s arm and inserted the needle. The pinch was minor, but the weight of the moment was suffocating. The blood pushed into her veins, warm and unnatural. Izumi shivered.
“That should do it,” Recovery Girl said, pulling the needle out and handing her a lollipop with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Sit down. I want to monitor you for a while. Just to be safe.”
Izumi sat, eyes drifting toward All Might again. The retired hero still hadn’t moved.
All Might finally looked at her. “Thank you… for doing what I failed to prevent.”
Izumi said nothing. The hum of the machinery filled the silence between them all
Chapter 8: what to inherit
Notes:
as always, leave a comment!
Chapter Text
“Guys, I’m sure Ochako’s okay,” Kirishima said, trying to stay optimistic as he walked with a small group of classmates down the hallway toward Recovery Girl’s office.
Tsuyu’s expression was tight with worry. “We all saw All Might carrying her,” she murmured, voice trembling. “She didn’t look okay…”
Momo gently placed a hand on Tsuyu’s shoulder. “I’m sure she’s being taken care of. Recovery Girl wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”
But even she couldn’t keep the grim edge out of her voice.
As they reached the door, Kirishima opened it, stepping aside to let the others enter first—only to freeze when he heard the sharp gasp from Momo and the choked ribbit from Tsuyu.
He stepped inside, and his breath caught in his throat.
There she was.
Ochako lay motionless on a hospital bed, pale and fragile, her skin patchy and cracked like porcelain fracturing under pressure. Tubes and monitors surrounded her, each beep and hum barely masking the heaviness in the room.
Nearby, All Might sat hunched over in her shrunken form, silent. Beside her was a green-haired girl Kirishima didn’t recognize, sitting quietly, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold something in.
Recovery Girl approached them, her expression grave. “She doesn’t have much time. If you want to say your goodbyes… now’s the time.”
Tsuyu’s breath hitched. “O-Ochako…” she croaked out, stepping closer.
Momo looked between Recovery Girl and the bed. “What happened to her?” she asked, her voice tight with disbelief.
Recovery Girl hesitated, then quietly replied, “Her quirk is… rejecting her body.”
A white lie—but one she hoped would shield them from the full truth. For now.
“I’ve… never heard of something like that,” Momo said, stunned.
“She was fine just yesterday…” Kirishima whispered, eyes wide.
“We don’t know what triggered it,” Recovery Girl said softly. “All Might found her like this. We’re doing what we can… but it’s out of our hands now. We’ve already contacted her parents.”
Momo stood silently at Ochako’s bedside, her hand gently pressed against the glass of the stasis tube. She swallowed hard before whispering, “I’ll miss you, Ochako-chan…”
A few quiet tears slipped down her cheeks.
Tsuyu stepped forward next, her voice soft but steady. “Thank you… for always looking out for us. Ribbit.”
Kirishima approached last. He gave a deep, respectful bow, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m really glad I got to know you, even after… everything with Bakugou. Thanks for always standing up for all of us. For being brave.”
When he straightened, Momo broke. Her shoulders trembled as she turned into Kirishima’s chest, clutching at his uniform. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly without a word.
Tsuyu moved closer, gently taking Momo’s hand, her own fingers shaking.
A few feet back, Izumi watched them quietly. She glanced up at Toshinori, whose expression was unreadable.
“They were… dating, right?” she asked softly.
Toshinori nodded once, eyes distant. “Yes. It must be… unbearable for her. To see the person she loves like this.”
Izumi turned her gaze back toward the group. Momo sobbed quietly into Kirishima’s shoulder. Tsuyu clung to both of them, doing her best to keep herself together—but the grief in her eyes was plain.
It wasn’t just the loss of a friend. It was the loss of something irreplaceable.
When Ochako’s parents arrived, all hell broke loose.
The quiet air of grief turned into chaos as shouting erupted across the room. Her father’s voice was the loudest, sharp and accusing.
“This is your fault!” he yelled, pointing at Momo. “You were supposed to be her partner—how did you not see this coming?!”
Momo froze, stunned and shaking. Before she could speak, Tsuyu instinctively stepped in front of her, protective.
Izumi sat stiffly, eyes wide. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the blame get tossed like a knife at someone who was already bleeding inside.
Enough.
She felt something push at her back—like a spark of heat, or instinct—but she ignored it. She stood up and shouted, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
“Quit it!!”
Everyone turned.
Ochako’s father glared at her, and her mother looked startled—but Izumi didn’t back down.
“Are you seriously standing here screaming and blaming each other while your daughter’s on her deathbed?!” Her voice cracked with anger. “Do you think she wants to hear all of this in her last moments?!”
Silence followed.
Ochako’s father scoffed and crossed his arms but didn’t argue. Her mother reached for his shoulder and gently guided him toward the door.
“Get out. Take a breath. You’re not helping her like this,” Izumi said, quieter now, but firm.
The two adults left without another word.
As the door closed behind them, Izumi turned back—and what she saw nearly broke her.
Momo was sobbing harder now, curled into Tsuyu’s side. Kirishima, who had helped usher Ochako’s parents out, stood nearby, his fists clenched in helpless frustration.
Izumi walked over slowly, placed a hand on Momo’s back, and said softly, “None of this is your fault.”
Momo didn’t respond—just cried harder.
"That was a complete disaster," the amulet muttered in her mind, its tone laced with exasperation.
Izumi couldn’t argue. "Yeah, no kidding."
Then the amulet hesitated. “Wait… there’s someone else here.”
Izumi frowned. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked, but the amulet fell silent.
Before she could question it further, the door creaked open again. Ochako’s parents stepped inside.
Mr. Uraraka was the first to speak, his voice quiet and trembling. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out. I just—” He looked toward Momo, eyes heavy with regret. “I know Ochako was happy with you.”
Momo gave a shaky nod, tears still clinging to her lashes. “Thank you…”
Then Ms. Uraraka stepped forward gently. “Can we talk?” she asked Momo softly.
Momo nodded again, more composed this time. “Mm-hm.” She followed Ochako’s mother out into the hallway, leaving the room quieter—but no less tense.
Izumi suddenly felt a strange itching sensation across her fingertips. She glanced down, noticing that the skin on her fingers—especially the tips—looked slightly swollen and discolored. The pads were changing… becoming rounder. Familiar.
Recovery Girl appeared at her side in an instant, leading her to a chair and inspecting her hands carefully.
“Hm… just as I suspected.” Chiyo handed her a small pill and a glass of water. Izumi took them without question, still staring at her fingertips.
“Those pads—same as Ochako’s,” Chiyo muttered. “Looks like… One For All accepted you.”
Izumi blinked. “What?”
“She was right,” Recovery Girl whispered to herself, almost too softly to hear. “Ochako… was right.”
Izumi barely had time to ask what she meant when the amulet suddenly spoke again—this time with something almost like awe.
“Uh… we’ve got company.”
‘Company?’ Izumi thought, confused.
Then, a new voice echoed softly in her mind. Clear. Feminine. Familiar.
‘We didn’t really talk before. Back when Aizawa expelled you.’
Izumi froze. That voice…
‘I’m Ochako. Or... what’s left of me. A vestige.’
Her breath caught in her throat.
‘Nana’s here too. But… the others didn’t make it.’
‘Nana?’ Izumi echoed, her confusion growing.
A second, older voice joined the chorus in her mind. Gentle. Calm.
‘Yes. Nana Shimura. Seventh user of One For All. I just want to say… I’m so sorry, Izumi. That it had to be you.’
Chapter 9: melancholy
Summary:
make sure you bring your tissues for this one
Notes:
as always leave a comment!
Chapter Text
ochako's mind
She stood in the void—silent, endless, and cold. Darkness stretched around her like a shroud, empty yet oddly peaceful.
The vestiges of One For All stood in a semicircle before her, their expressions filled with sorrow.
“We’re sorry,” one whispered.
“You shouldn’t have had to suffer like this,” said another.
“You had so much to live for… and we took that away.”
“You can rest now. The pain will stop soon.”
Ochako turned slowly. A familiar presence stood behind her.
The First—the original wielder of One For All—gazed at her with gentle eyes. He extended his hand.
“It’s calling us,” he said softly.
Behind him, a brilliant light pulsed—warm and inviting. Three of the other vestiges were already walking toward it, their silhouettes vanishing into the radiance. Only Nana, Toshinori, and a shadowed version of herself remained behind.
Ochako’s hand trembled as it hovered above the First’s.
“Is it… really okay for me to go?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.
He nodded. “Yes. You’ve done enough. You can rest.”
Her fingers met his, and warmth spread through her like a final embrace.
She looked over her shoulder one last time.
Nana smiled softly and waved. Toshinori bowed his head. The shadow of herself just stood there—silent, unmoving, as if acknowledging the end of their journey.
Ochako took a breath.
And stepped into the light.
For the first time in so long… she felt peace.
Somewhere far away, faint and fading, a heart monitor gave one final, steady beep.
outside of ochako's mind
“Young Uraraka!” Toshinori shouted, panic thick in her voice.
“Move, you big oaf! Stay back!” Recovery Girl snapped, shoving Toshinori aside as she rushed to Ochako’s side. The heart monitor let out a single, high-pitched beeeeeep—flatline.
Ochako had stopped breathing.
In Izumi’s head, she heard the soft, echoing voice of the girl now fading away.
‘She’s gone.’
Ochako’s own voice. Quiet. Resigned.
Izumi’s breath caught in her throat as Recovery Girl grabbed the defibrillator paddles and rubbed them together. Sparks snapped to life.
Toshinori opened the containment tube while Chiyo pressed the paddles to Ochako’s chest. Her body jolted—but there was no change.
Again.
Nothing.
A third time.
Still nothing.
Izumi stood frozen, watching them fight a losing battle. Every attempt, every shock, only made the silence louder.
‘She’s already gone…’ Ochako’s vestige whispered in her mind.
‘I watched her go.’
Tears welled up in Izumi’s eyes and slipped down her cheeks before she even realized it. Her chest felt like it was caving in. Without a word, she turned and bolted from the room, needing air—needing space—before the grief crushed her completely.
Once outside, the world felt like it was collapsing around Izumi. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest like a drum, and the air felt too thick to breathe. Everything sounded muffled—like she was submerged underwater.
A hand landed gently on her shoulder, and she flinched hard, shrinking into herself like a cornered animal.
“Hey. Listen to my voice, okay?”
The voice was calm. Steady. Grounding. A hand moved to the center of her back.
“I want you to focus on my breathing.”
Izumi clutched at the fabric of someone’s shirt, her fingers trembling. She could feel the steady beat of their heart under her palm. Strong. Rhythmic. Real.
She closed her eyes and focused—inhale, exhale. Again. The panic began to loosen its grip. The air felt clearer. Her heart slowly eased.
She opened her eyes.
“R-Ryukyu?” she said, voice hoarse.
The dragon hero nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah. I’ve dealt with panic attacks before. Figured it was my turn to return the favor.”
Izumi let out a small, shaky laugh. “Th-thanks. For being here.”
“Anytime,” Ryukyu said, offering her hand.
Izumi took it, and Ryukyu helped her to her feet.
“You good to go?” the pro hero asked.
Izumi glanced at her, catching the faint blush dusting Ryukyu’s cheeks
“Y-Yeah,” Izumi said, nodding. And Ryukyu smiled.
“Here, we can sit over here,” Ryukyu said gently, guiding Izumi toward a nearby bench. They stepped outside for a breather, the warm hues of the setting sun casting long shadows over the courtyard.
They sat in silence for a moment, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. Ryukyu glanced down and noticed Izumi’s hand resting beside her thigh. A soft blush rose to her cheeks, and she quickly folded her hands in her lap, her tail flicking nervously.
“S-So,” Ryukyu started, voice a bit unsteady, “I’ve been wondering… how old are you?”
Izumi turned her head, curious. “I turned eighteen last week. My birthday was in July.”
Ryukyu nodded, lips pressing together as her fingers drummed lightly on her knee. “I… um…” She hesitated, then took a quiet breath. “Would you maybe want to go out sometime this week? Like, on a date?”
Izumi blinked, startled, then smiled, surprised but clearly touched. “Y-Yeah… I’d really like that. I haven’t really gone on dates before. Most people said I was a waste of time, so…”
Ryukyu gently reached out and placed her hand on Izumi’s shoulder. “Well, I think you’re worth all the time in the world.”
Izumi’s expression softened, warmth blooming in her chest. “Are you sure? I mean… dating me?”
Ryukyu smiled, more confident now. “Yeah. My schedule’s wide open this week. I plan on spoiling you rotten.”
That made Izumi laugh quietly. “Then… please take care of me.”
“I will,” Ryukyu said, smiling back at her with certainty.
“Let me send you home with a little gift,” Ryukyu said, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Izumi’s cheek. A faint lipstick mark was left behind, and Izumi blushed instantly.
‘Damn, girl,’ the amulet finally chimed in, breaking its silence. ‘You bagged a total babe. Congrats.’
Izumi smiled bashfully and looked at Ryukyu. The pro hero stood up from the bench and turned to her with a teasing grin. “Want me to give you a ride home?”
Izumi smirked. “If my girlfriend wants to.”
Ryukyu’s grin only widened. With a powerful motion, her wings unfurled from her back, the wind rustling through the trees. Izumi’s eyes widened.
“That kind of ride?” she asked nervously.
“It’ll be fun,” Ryukyu said, flashing her flying license. “See? Totally certified.”
Izumi took a glance. “Huh… didn’t even know flying licenses were a thing.”
“They are. Neat, right?” Ryukyu said, flapping her wings gently. Then, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Izumi with care. “So, where’s home?”
Izumi flushed. “Uh…”
Ryukyu laughed softly. “No worries. Just tell me when we’re in the air.”
“Wait—!” Izumi yelped, but before she could finish, Ryukyu launched them into the sky with a single powerful flap. The sudden lift-off pulled a panicked scream from Izumi as the wind rushed past them, her arms clinging to Ryukyu's shoulders.
Chapter 10: acceptance
Summary:
its going to be a momo focused chapter
Notes:
as always leave a comment! and grab a tissue while you are at it!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Momo stepped into the classroom in silence.
No greeting. No eye contact. She simply walked to her seat, sat down, and stared blankly at her desk—like she wasn’t really there.
“Yaomomo?” Mina approached carefully, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Is everything okay?”
Momo flinched at the touch. Her voice, when it came, was barely a whisper.
“Leave me alone.”
Mina pulled her hand back, startled by the fragility in Momo’s tone.
Monoma, ever oblivious, wandered over.
“Hey Mina, what’s going on with her?” he asked, tilting his head at Momo’s trembling form.
Mina forced a cheerful smile.
“Let’s talk, Monoma! I’ve been meaning to go over some quirk stuff anyway.”
She subtly guided him away, keeping his curiosity from making things worse.
“Okay! See ya, Momo!” Monoma chirped, giving her shoulder a quick pat before returning to Mina’s desk, where he was quickly distracted by talk of quirk mechanics.
Momo didn’t move.
Across the room, Ojirou caught her eye. He gave her a small, understanding nod. She clenched her hands tighter in her lap.
Then came Kirishima.
He crouched down in front of her, his voice low and kind.
“Hey... it's okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it’s gonna be alright.”
He gently took her hands, his own warm and steady.
“Let’s do our breathing. Like before.”
Momo hesitated—then nodded, barely. Together, they inhaled slowly. Held it. Exhaled.
One breath at a time.
But she couldn’t do it.
Momo's breathing turned ragged, her shoulders trembling. She buried her face in her hands as the tears came—uncontrollable, just like the night before. It all came crashing down again.
“Shit,” Kirishima muttered, kneeling beside her, unsure what to do. “Momo—hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”
The rest of the class began to notice.
“Hey! What did you do, Kiri?!” Mina rushed over, eyes wide.
“We were just doing our breathing exercises,” Kirishima explained quickly, his voice tight with concern. But Momo was already sobbing harder, each breath more broken than the last.
Then, from across the room—
“Oh, the class president can’t keep it together without her girlfriend around?”
The voice was sharp. Mocking. Katsuki.
Momo’s sobs deepened, her body trembling harder.
“Dude!” Monoma snapped, glaring across the room.
“She’s weak,” Bakugou scoffed. “We all know tha—”
WHAM.
He didn’t finish. Kendo’s hand cracked across the back of his neck, dropping him face-first onto his desk with a loud thud.
“Such foul behavior,” Ibara said quietly, her fingers laced in prayer. Her disapproval hung in the air.
“I hate that guy,” Tetsutetsu muttered, arms crossed, eyes on Momo.
Mina was already kneeling at Momo’s side, rubbing her back in slow circles. Kirishima stayed close, gently holding her hand. Monoma hovered awkwardly, uncertain but trying. Even Kendo remained near
Then the door creaked open.
Vlad King stepped inside, his expression grim. Without a word, he made his way to the front of the classroom. Toshinori followed close behind in her smaller form, the same heavy silence on her face.
Vlad let out a deep breath. “Attention, everyone,” he said, voice quieter than usual—strained.
The room stilled.
Kirishima and Mina didn’t move from Momo’s side, but everyone else stopped and looked toward the front.
“I’m sorry to inform you all,” Vlad began, “that Ochako Uraraka passed away last night.”
Gasps broke the silence. Some students covered their mouths. Others froze in shock.
“She suffered from a severe fever. Not an ordinary one—it intensified rapidly, causing her body temperature to rise beyond control. Eventually…” His voice faltered. “Her skin began to break down. Recovery efforts failed. She… succumbed to the fever.”
A stunned silence.
“H-How did she get something like that?!” Ibara asked, her voice trembling.
“We don’t know,” Vlad answered. “There was no clear trigger. No known illness or infection.”
Kinoko’s voice cracked softly, “That’s why… Momo’s been so quiet…”
Jurota lowered his head. “So… Lady Momo witnessed her final moments.”
Toshinori stepped forward. “Yes,” she confirmed gently. “Momo was there when Ochako was still holding on—and she stayed until the end.”
Momo looked up, her eyes red and unfocused.
Toshinori knelt beside her and gently placed a small device in her hands. “Ochako asked me to give this to you… when her fever first started,” she said softly.
Momo stared at it, her hands trembling. The weight of the object felt heavier than it should have.
“If you want,” Kirishima said gently, “we can listen to it together.”
Monoma placed a hand on Momo’s back, offering quiet support. “You don’t have to show us, Momo. Only if you're ready. You can wait.”
Momo hesitated. Her thumb hovered over the device.
Then, with a shaky breath, she pressed the button.
A soft chime played—and a hologram flickered to life above the device.
Ochako appeared, dressed casually in one of Momo’s favorite dresses—the one she'd gifted her on their last date. Her hair was tied loosely, her eyes bright, and her smile warm.
“Hey, Momo,” Ochako’s voice rang out, light but bittersweet. “If you’re watching this… then I guess I didn’t make it.”
Momo’s breath hitched.
“I didn’t want to leave you with just pain… so I wanted to sing you something. Your favorite song,” the hologram Ochako smiled, placing a hand over her heart. “Something that helped me feel close to you.”
She opened her mouth—and began to sing.
“When the overflowing time goes full~
Overflowing, swaying feelings…”
Her voice was soft and beautiful, trembling just slightly—like she had recorded it through tears.
“Even if the fate waiting in the future~
Is fleeting… we can face it together…
Believe in each other…”
The classroom was silent, the only sound Ochako’s haunting melody. Tears streamed freely down Momo’s cheeks, falling onto her desk, her shoulders trembling.
“Wish you to stand by me…
Wish I can stand by you…”
As the final notes faded, the image of Ochako smiled one last time—then flickered out.
Momo hugged the device to her chest and broke down again—surrounded by friends who said nothing, but sat quietly with her, sharing in her grief.
Notes:
i tried SO hard to not cry while writing this
Chapter 11: spending time with Ryuko
Summary:
this chapter is about the love birds!
Chapter Text
Izumi was absolutely being spoiled.
She hadn’t expected this when Ryukyu invited her to the mall, but here they were—arms full of gifts. A limited edition All Might figurine? Bought. A cute plushie she'd offhandedly admired? In the bag. An entire outfit she liked? Paid for without hesitation.
Izumi had never received this kind of attention before. Maybe that’s what made Ryukyu so special—she cared, and she made it known in every little gesture.
Throughout their walk, Ryukyu kissed her several times—on the cheek, the forehead, even the tip of her nose. And when they finally took a break, Ryukyu curled up beside her, arms wrapped snugly around Izumi’s waist.
Izumi didn’t mind. In fact, she craved the closeness, soaking up every second of affection. It made her feel seen… wanted.
That was until she heard the soft click of a camera.
Her eyes snapped open. Across the plaza, a few people had stopped—some holding up phones, recording or snapping photos of the two of them.
“U-um… Ryukyu?” Izumi nudged her gently.
“Hm?” Ryukyu mumbled, still nuzzled against her.
“They’re… taking pictures,” Izumi whispered, a bit flustered.
Ryukyu lifted her head and glanced at the small crowd. Then, calmly, she leaned her head against Izumi’s shoulder again and tightened her embrace.
“Let them,” she murmured, voice warm. “They’re just seeing the truth. You’re mine.”
Izumi’s face flushed a deep pink.
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💬 Confirmed by Ryukyu’s agency as "a private moment captured authentically."
🌈 Top hero support: Best Jeanist, Mt. Lady, and the Wild Wild Pussycats have tweeted positively.
💥 No negative political backlash (so far).
📈 #RyukyuIsGay is now trending #1 in Japan.
Hot Takes:
u/QuirkTheory101
Ryukyu being visibly queer might actually inspire younger LGBTQ+ heroes to come out. This matters.
u/FeralSupportHero
This is what representation should look like — natural, unforced, and full of tenderness.
u/MHAAltCanonFan
When a literal dragon lady melts into her girlfriend’s arms… yeah. It’s over for straight icons.
r/LGBT_Japan
Title: One of Japan’s top Pro Heroes is gay — and the country’s cheering her on 🐉💕
u/BiKoda
Ryukyu has officially joined the “power lesbians in public” club. And the reaction? Overwhelmingly positive.Representation in hero society was long overdue. She’s not making speeches or selling merch — she’s just living her life. I’m crying in support.
Top Comments:
u/SoftHeroSupporter
I was worried she’d get hate, but honestly? The love she’s getting makes me hopeful for once.u/SharpieAce
It’s one thing to have openly queer sidekicks or low-rank heroes. But a top 10 pro? That’s groundbreaking.
with our lovebirds
As the two stood up from the bench, Ryuko stretched her arms over her head and turned to Izumi with a soft grin.
“You hungry?” she asked casually.
“I could go for something,” Izumi nodded, patting her stomach lightly.
They made their way over to a cozy food vendor tucked inside the mall, one of those stalls that smelled like grilled heaven and sold everything from skewers to sweet buns. With food in hand, they found a quiet spot to sit and eat.
Izumi finally had a chance to check her phone. The first thing she noticed was a text from her mom—“Sweetie, call me ASAP 🫣💖”—but before she could open it, her phone buzzed again and again.
She blinked.
Discord: (502 new messages)
Server: THE Hero Hangout
Her private server. Just her and her small group of online friends and some mutuals. She tapped into it, confused—until she saw the pinned image in the #general channel.
A photo of her.
Snuggled up with Ryuko.
Caught in the moment.
Ryuko’s arms wrapped around her waist, her head resting on Izumi’s shoulder.
Her heart jumped.
She flushed.
And then came the comments.
Discord: #general
Server Name: THE Hero Hangout
🦴BoneKnight34:
BROOOOOOOO
IZUMI YOU’RE TRENDING
YOU AND RYUKO
YOU AND RYUKO AT THE MALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭
🌸StarBlossomChan:
YOU GOT CAUGHT BEING CUTE
ACTUALLY ILLEGALLY CUTE
WHO TOOK THIS?? WHO LEAKED IT???
🐉QuirkTheory:
wait. wait. ryuko. as in. THE RYUKO? like #8 top pro hero Ryuko???
and you’re snuggling???
🧋MatchaKitty:
THEY LOOK LIKE ANIME ENDGAME COUPLES I CAN’T HANDLE THIS
I’M SHIPPING THIS FOREVER NOW
[💞 Izuko Forever 💞]
🎮CriticalDamage:
Yo I didn’t even know you had a gf
HOW DID YOU LAND A DRAGON HERO
Teach me your ways
Teach me the WAYS
👀ModMilkMan:
🚨 WE’VE TEMPORARILY PAUSED BOT PINGS IN THIS SERVER
STOP SPAMMING THE IMAGE
WE KNOW IT’S CUTE
WE’RE ALL FREAKING OUT
PLEASE HYDRATE
🍓Strawb3rryGhost:
You’re so freaking soft in that pic and she looks at you like you’re her world
I’m gonna cry in my food
💀Lurker69:
y’all saying “omg Ryuko is a lesbian” like that’s not the most powerful gay aura I’ve ever seen.
girl scooped izumi like a whole prize from a claw machine and dipped
Izumi exhaled sharply and typed into her phone with a quick swipe.
Izumi: @everyone Please stop pinging me. I just found out about this. We’re literally still at the mall—what the hell is even happening?
Almost instantly, replies came flooding in.
🌶️NaturalHeat:
Dude, you’re trending on HeroTwitter. Like, top trending.
Someone posted this pic of you and THE Ryukyu snuggling.
[Link attached]
🎮PokemonRules:
HOW are you this fucking adorable with a top pro hero?! I need answers. Full thesis. PowerPoint. Now.
Everyone is typing…
Izumi sighed and tapped the link NaturalHeat sent. It opened to a HeroTwitter post:
@QuirkLens:
Ryukyu is a lesbian confirmed??
Caught snuggling in public with the cutest green-haired mystery girl 😭💖
#RyukyuIsGay #ProHeroLove
30K likes. 10K retweets. 50K replies.
#RyukyuIsGay was trending at the very top of the page.
“…What the fuck,” Izumi whispered under her breath.
A new notification popped up—her mom’s message.
She quickly replied: “I’ll message you back.”
Inko's response came instantly:
“You better!! 😤💚”
Still stunned, Izumi lowered her phone and looked at Ryuko, who was watching her with a soft smile, totally unbothered by the digital chaos. Then, without a word, Ryuko leaned in and kissed her—this time, on the lips.
Izumi froze, blushing bright red like a ripe apple as Ryuko slowly pulled back.
“There’s more where that came from,” Ryuko said with a grin, her tone smooth as silk.
Just like that, Izumi’s brain hit a full system reboot.
Ryuko had kissed her—on the lips.
Her first kiss.
Now she was staring off into the distance, wide-eyed, absolutely speechless, as Ryuko giggled softly beside her.
Across the table, Izumi’s phone buzzed again. Ryuko reached over and picked it up gently. A new text lit up the screen from Mom 💚:
“Good luck with the dragon hero, honey! I’m so proud of you!! 🐉💖”
Ryuko’s smile grew warmer as she set the phone back down, glancing fondly at her stunned, red-faced girlfriend.
Ryuko pulled Izumi closer, gently shifting her onto her lap. Izumi, still recovering from the kiss, didn’t resist—still too dazed to process much beyond the fact that she liked being close to Ryuko.
Taking the opportunity, Ryuko snuggled in, her arms wrapped securely around Izumi's waist. She buried her face against Izumi’s neck and took in the scent of her perfume—fresh, earthy, like a forest after the rain. It made her heart race.
And something else stirred.
Izumi flinched slightly. “Um, Ryuko? I... I feel something poking me.”
She brushed Ryuko’s arm to get her attention. Ryuko blinked, then chuckled.
“Oh, that’s me, sweetheart,” she murmured against Izumi’s ear. “You’re just... really beautiful.”
Izumi turned bright red. “W-wait, that’s why you’re… you’re hard? Because of me?”
Ryuko nodded with a lopsided grin, eyes warm and honest. “Completely your fault.”
Izumi hesitated, then glanced back at her. “…Do you wanna go to a hotel or something?”
Ryuko blinked, surprised, then gave a slow, deliberate nod.
Inside Izumi’s head, the amulet chose that moment to speak up. “Remember to use protection, Izumi.”
‘I know!’ she shot back, cheeks burning, as the amulet snickered in the background.
Notes:
kinda changed ryuko's gender
Chapter 12: having sex with a dragon
Summary:
this will be a nsfw chapter, and enjoy!~
Notes:
as always leave a comment
Chapter Text
After the getting to the outside of the mall, people were still taking pictures of them together, and they had to quite literally take a secret path to the love hotel that was nearby
Ryuko opens the door to the hotel, where Izumi goes in first to the clerk stare at them in amazement, “u-uh, y-you’re…” the Clerk stutters a response, and ryuko shushed her quietly “I want to have one room please” ryuko said as she pulls out a debit card that had a dragon symbols on it and Izumi looks down to see something poking out of ryuko’s shorts she had on
Izumi blushes slightly as she saw ryuko grabbing a box of condoms from then clerk, and she had a idea
She grabs ryuko by the hand, and quickly snaps a picture of the box of condoms with the view of herself
Izumi goes to her private discord server, and went straight to the nsfw channel, in which she sent a picture of herself with ryuko beside her holding the same box of condoms
Greenbean:
[picture sent]
Natural heat:
Ayo?! You’re about to do it with ryukyu?! Didn’t know you were a trans woman girl!
Boneknight34:
Duuude! You’re lucky! You’re about to fuck the dragon hero!
Critical damage:
Good, you're using condoms! I would advise that you buy more!
Izumi sets her phone down on the nightstand nearby the table and she sees Ryuko setting the box of condoms next her phone, and she takes off her shorts slowly to reveal a semi flaccid cock, that looked like a horse cock, with the shape being different on the tip of her cock
Izumi squished her legs together as she felt herself becoming more aroused by the sight of her cock, as it raises more when ryuko was looking at her, Izumi walks closer towards ryuko as she opens her arms and Izumi embraced them with her cock being in between her legs, as she felt it hitting her pussy through her pants and Izumi feels even more juices leaking through her pants
Ryuko places her hands on her cheeks, and Ryuko leans in as she opens her mouth, and Izumi does the same and they kissed
Their tongues wrapped around each other as ryuko’s hands made their way towards izumi’s breasts, and she softly gropes them with her hands as Izumi moaned softly into Ryuko's mouth as ryuko explored izumi’s mouth with her long tongue as she continued to grope Izumi’s breasts
Ryuko’s cock twitched every time they kissed, it throbbed, and Izumi moved her hands backward towards her back, then she traces her hands along the tip of Ryuko’s cock, it leaks out a lot of Precum that dripped onto her hands
She starts messaging the tip as Izumi continues to kiss ryuko, with ryuko now moving her hands below her ass as she held it tight and Izumi moaned into ryuko’s mouth softly and they parted with their saliva parts with them
“Good kiss?” Ryuko said and Izumi pants quietly as she nodded “you want to do some more foreplay? Or get into the action?” Ryuko said, Izumi leans into her “foreplay” she moans out, as ryuko continues to play with her ass, and she even slaps gently at one of her asscheeks making Izumi moan loudly unexpectedly
Izumi gasped quietly as ryuko pulled down her pants, along with her all might panties and she blushed hard “didn’t know they made these?” Ryuko said as she pulls them down to Izumi’s feet, and she steps out of them
Ryuko pulls her own shirt over her head as her tits came out of the confines of her shirt and bra, as she throws them somewhere, she grabs izumi’s shirt and pulls it over her head and her tits came out as well
“Oh, you have big tits girl” ryuko says, as she plays with tits, they were big and soft, they had inverted nipples, unlike her regular nipples
Ryuko leans down as she sucks on one of her inverted nipples, and it pops out more, Izumi kept on playing on ryuko’s cock on the tip of it, it leaks out even more precum then before
She could now feel it rubbing against her pussy, as it became more wet as her juices were dripping down onto ryuko’s cock
Ryuko picks her up gently, much to the surprise of Izumi who was still looking at her cock as it bounced with every step towards the bed
The dragon hero plops down onto the bed, and she sinks down into the bed softly, and ryuko spreads her legs apart
Izumi’s pussy was swollen and wet, unbelievably wet, her juices were dripping into the covers on the bed, “you’re so wet Izumi” Ryuko said as she leans forward towards her pussy, she opens the folds to see the inside of her pussy, it was all wet and also sticky
Ryuko grabs the box of condoms on the bed, she opens the box to find a white condom that fit her size, and she puts the condom on her cock slowly, as she shivers due to how cold it was
Ryuko lines up her cock in izumi’s entrance “are you ready?” Ryuko said, the greentte could feel ryuko’s heat coming from her cock, she could feel how it was poking at her entrance
Izumi breathes out “w-wait” she grabs her phone from the nightstand, and she quickly snaps a photo of ryuko’s cock about to penetrate her
“O-ok” Izumi said, and ryuko nodded as she leans forward gently, while looking at Izumi, and the girl moans as she could feel her entering her insides
Izumi quickly sends the picture to her private discord server and she moans even more as she felt ryuko hitting her womb, “f-fuuuck” Izumi moans out as she looks down to see ryuko’s cock bludge out of her stomach ‘ t-too big!’ Izumi thought
Ryuko could hear izumi’s phone buzzing rapidly, and she oaid it no mind as she could feel how tight Izumi was, or how her inner walls clenched around her cock
Ryuko moans out as she thrusted forward and Izumi screams out loud, as she could feel her penetrating her pussy
“Shit, your hymen, you’re a virgin?” Ryuko said as she tilted her head at Izumi shakenly nods as some blood seeps out of her pussy
“Okay, want me to go slow?” Ryukon asks her with Izumi shaking her head, ryuko nodded, she pulls out slowly, as the both of them moan as she does, she thrusted into Izumi once more making the girl moan even more
Then ryuko started to thrust herself into Izumi, and all Izumi could think about was how good she was feeling
Ryuko places her hands on the bed next to Izumi’s shoulder, as she started to pound into Izumi more, with her moaning loudly and grunting slightly as she felt ryuko hitting into her womb with every thrust
Ryuko thrust hard into Izumi, and her legs shook as she came when she felt her thrusting inside continuously, and ryuko grabs one of her tits as she squeezed it tightly
Izumi could feel her throbbing inside of her, and she moans loudly as ryuko slams into her and ryuko felt something broke when she did slam into her
“Shit” ryuko pants as she pumps her big load into Izumi’s womb as she penetrates through her cervix, she watches as izumi’s stomach start to inflate due to how much cum she was pumping into her
“Fuuuuuuck” Izumi breathes out, and she watches ryuko pull out of her with a broken condom, “Shiiiit” Izumi said, she was out of it but she could tell that she saw cum poring out of her pussy
“Don’t worry Izumi” she heard the amulet the first time tonight, “you can’t get pregnant, not when I’m around, so go ahead and have fun” the amulet said and that made Izumi smile ‘ thanks’ Izumi thought
“D-don’t worry, my quirk won’t let me get pregnant unless I want to, so go ahead and fuck me more” Izumi said, and she saw nodding, and she was about to thrust into her when Izumi’s phone was ringing
Izumi groans as she grabs it from the nightstand, and she answers the call “Izumi! How come you haven’t come home yet?!” She heard her mother on the other line, and she sighs as she turns her phone around and ryuko spoke “Mrs midorya?” Ryuko said, and she heard Izumi’s mother gasp in ‘surprise’ “don’t worry, I’ve got her, we’re uh, doing it” ryuko said
She heard Izumi’s mother shout a “YEEEES” before she calmed down, “ok, don’t forget to give me grandchildren!~” she sings out before she hangs up
Ryuko grinned wildly at Izumi, who just softly smiled at ryuko
X-x
Izumi was laying on her back, with her legs to the side as ryuko was pounding her, Izumi had her face buried into the pillow she was holding to as she was moaning loudly, and she was moaning ryuko’s name outloud which made the dragon hero pound her even more faster then before
Ryuko stops pounding her as she came inside izumi again, both of them were panting as izumi turns around to catch ryuko in her arms, and the two snuggled close together, izumi panted quietly as ryuko wraps her arms around izumi’s back
Izumi grunts as she grabs her phone finally, and it was on 10%, ‘ugh’ izumi thought, and she clicks on her discord, to open up her private discord server, she saw ( 1k messages) and she widened her eyes as she clicked on the #nsfw channel
NaturalHeat:
Dude she’s fucking HUGE, i guess being a dragon have its fucking perks! I hope the condom doesn’t break!
Critical damage:
(posted an image meme) it should have been me! Not her!
ModMilkman:
That dick could kill a girl! You okay greenbean?
Lurker69:
What the fuck, that dick is HUGE, talk about not being able to walk tomorrow
Izumi smiles as she begins to type in the nsfw channel
Greenbean at 2:00am:
It was amazing guys, we are pooped, i can’t feel my insides anymore, and she’s still inside of me, one of the amazing perks of my quirk is that i can’t get pregnant unless i want to
NaturalHeat:
Holy fuck greenbean, she’s still inside of you??
Lurker69:
Dang greenbean we should start calling you the dragon tamer (10 reactions of emotes)
Greenbean:
Haha very funny, my phone is on like 10% and i still can’t believe im dating ryuko, she’s a amazing person, and shes quite protective over me
Naturalheat:
Well get to bed greenbean, you aren’t going to feel anything tomorrow so, rest up (15 emote reactions and a special all might thumps up reaction)
Izumi smiled as she sat her phone down on the nightstand, and she carefully places it on the nightstand charger, and she feel asleep
Chapter 13: All might's offer
Summary:
All might makes a offer to izumi that she can't wait refuse, if she's going to be a trollhunter, she needs to be a hero first, and in order to be a hero, she needs to past the provisinal license exam
that doesn't sound too hard right?
Chapter Text
When Izumi woke up, she groans as she looked down to see ryuko still laying on her body, and she was still inside of her
She places her hands on ryuko’s head “hey, wake up” Izumi said, and ryuko groans as she opens her eyes to look at Izumi “morning” she said as she snuggles closer “come on, let’s get out of here” Izumi said, and ryuko leans close, almost thrusting a little into her
“Five more minutes” ryuko said, and Izumi pulls her closer “fine, five more minutes” she said as she too went back to sleep for another five more minutes
-x-
Izumi and Ryuko hopped into a quick shower together. It wasn’t anything too intense—just enough to rinse off the heat from the night before. Once they dried off, Izumi changed into the clean set of clothes Ryuko had bought her, while Ryuko slipped into something casual.
Feeling a bit more grounded, Izumi decided to check HeroTwitter on her phone… and immediately regretted it.
A trending post popped up at the top of her feed—a photo of her and Ryuko walking into the love hotel from last night.
"Bro, didn’t know they were about to have lesbian sex all night 😭🔥"
The caption had already racked up 100k likes, 30k retweets, and over 300k replies.
Izumi's face went bright red.
Curious (and dreading it), she clicked on the first reply:
@MTofficial: Trust me, that green-haired girl ain’t walking anywhere today.
@IamARabbitSoWhat: Yeah, she’s not getting out of bed after Ryukyu’s done with her 😏
A wave of replies followed from other pro heroes—mostly women—and every single one of them was roasting her (playfully) or hyping Ryuko up.
The worst part?
They weren’t wrong.
Her legs were still wobbly from last night,
Ryuko held the keycard as the two of them stepped out of the hotel room, making their way down to the lobby. As they approached the front desk, the hotel clerk looked up and smirked.
“Have a fun night?” she teased, throwing a wink their way.
Ryuko didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, we did. It was great,” she said with a grin as she returned the keycard.
Izumi, cheeks still slightly red, kept close beside her as they stepped out into the warm morning sunlight. The city was just starting to wake up, and the buzz of traffic echoed faintly around them.
Then Izumi’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a new text message—from All Might?
Wait, how the hell did she get my number? Izumi blinked in confusion as she tapped the message open.
[All Might]:
Young Midoriya, I’d like to propose something to you. Please stop by my agency at your earliest convenience. Bring Ryukyu with you.
Right as she was processing that, a second message popped up.
[All Might]:
Nedzu knows everything.
Izumi let out a soft groan and ran a hand through her hair.
“…That explains it.”
Ryuko tilted her head. “Something up?”
Izumi showed her the texts. “Looks like we’ve got a meeting to attend.”
-x-
They arrived at Might Tower, and Izumi couldn’t help but stare. It looked massive on TV, but in person, it was even more intimidating.
Ryuko glanced at her. “Big, huh?”
“Yeah,” Izumi breathed.
As they stepped into the lobby, All Might herself was already there waiting to greet them—still in her small form but wearing a bright, welcoming smile.
“Ah! Glad you could make it! Come with me,” she said, turning and leading them toward the elevators. Izumi and Ryuko followed close behind.
Once inside, All Might tapped the top floor, and the elevator began to rise. The hum of motion filled the silence until Ryuko crossed her arms and spoke.
“So, what exactly did you call us for?”
All Might gave a small chuckle. “Nothing bad, I promise! Just… an offer for young Midoriya here.”
When the elevator dinged, they stepped out into the top floor—sleek, modern, and surprisingly quiet. All Might took a seat behind her desk, while Izumi and Ryuko sat across from her.
“Alright,” Ryuko said, her tone still guarded. “Spill it.”
Izumi gently rested her hand on Ryuko’s arm to calm her, and All Might just smiled warmly.
“So! Here’s the deal,” she began, folding her hands together. “The HPSC owes me a very big favor. I’ve arranged for a slot in the provisional license exam that’s happening next week, and I want you, Midoriya, to take it.”
Izumi’s eyes widened.
“I’ve seen what you can do,” All Might continued. “I know you’re capable. Even if U.A. couldn’t see your potential, I can. This is your shot.”
Izumi thought for a long moment—but in her heart, she already knew her answer.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “I’ll accept. I’ve wanted to be a hero for as long as I can remember. This… this is my chance.”
Ryuko looked at her, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you sure? Being a hero is dangerous.”
“I know,” Izumi nodded. “But I want to help people. That’s worth the risk.”
All Might beamed. “Fantastic! You’re already signed up. Now—do you have a trainer in mind to prepare you over the next week?”
Izumi tapped her chin, then said, “Yeah. I do. His name is Bang.”
All Might froze.
“B-Bang?” she repeated, eyes wide. A shiver ran down her spine. “You mean the Bang? Silver Fang Bang?!”
Izumi nodded, and Ryuko looked confused until All Might muttered, “He beat the crab out of me once back in the day…”
Ryuko blinked. “...You fought him?”
All Might shook her head quickly. “No! I survived him. There’s a difference.”
-x-
Izumi made her way toward Bang’s dojo, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. All Might and Ryuko followed just behind her. When they reached the doors, she slid them open and stepped inside.
The scent of aged wood and incense filled the air.
There, seated cross-legged on the polished floor, was Master Bang—meditating, still as stone.
“Master Bang!” Izumi called out with a respectful bow.
Bang’s eyes opened slowly. “Ah, Izumi,” he said, his voice calm and warm. “Welcome back.”
He stood with practiced ease and walked toward her, his hands tucked behind his back. “And who are your guests today?”
Izumi turned, allowing him a full view of Ryuko and All Might—who, in her smaller form, looked notably more tense than usual.
Bang’s expression shifted into amusement. “All Might. It's been a long time. Still standing, I see.”
All Might nodded stiffly. “Master Bang.”
“And Ryukyu, the Dragon Hero. A pleasure.” He offered a respectful nod, which Ryuko returned with a curt one of her own.
Izumi stepped forward. “Master Bang, I was hoping you could train me again. I’ve been given the chance to take the provisional licensing exam—it's in a week.”
Bang stroked his white beard thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on her. “So… you’ve finally decided to walk the path of a pro.”
Izumi nodded with determination. “Yes.”
Bang gave a small grin. “Very well. Since you’re serious about this, you’ll train with me for the full week. I won’t go easy on you—and I’ll be teaching you some of my more advanced techniques.”
Izumi grinned back. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, Master Bang.”
Ryuko crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. “I’ll be watching,” she said. “Just… don’t break her.”
Bang chuckled, the sound deep and calm. “I make no promises, Dragon Hero—but she’ll come out stronger.”
Ryuko smirked. “She better.”
Monday
"Come on, Izumi! I know you can do better than that!" Bang barked, dodging a heavy punch with ease.
Izumi grunted, determination flashing in her eyes as she surged forward. Even without raw speed quirks, her movements were sharp—faster than most quirk-enhanced fighters.
She lunged again, hand outstretched. And she managed to touch him with her fingertips
‘Use Float,’ came Ochako’s voice in her mind, calm and guiding.
‘Tap your hands together,’ she instructed.
Izumi reacted instantly, clapping her palms together. A soft green glow flickered around her hands—and Bang suddenly lifted off the ground, weightless and floating mid-air.
“Oh?” Bang let out a surprised grunt as he rose. “That's new.”
Izumi didn’t hesitate. She shot forward like a missile and landed a solid punch toward his chest. Bang caught it with a block, grunting with effort, and countered with a lightning-fast strike—Izumi barely dodged, the blow grazing past her cheek.
Bang dropped back to the floor with practiced grace, his sandals hitting the mat with a sharp thud.
“So, you’ve finally got yourself a quirk, huh, kid?” he said, rolling his shoulders as his expression shifted from surprised to serious. “I was always tough on you when you were quirkless. You’ve come a long way—but now it’s time we kick things into high gear.”
He cracked his neck and dropped into a battle stance, eyes gleaming.
Izumi wiped the sweat from her brow and smiled.
Meanwhile, Ryuko sat nearby on a training mat, quietly watching the sparring match unfold. Her golden eyes tracked Izumi’s every movement, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
God, she’s so hot, Ryuko thought, smiling to herself.
Just then, her phone buzzed sharply. She glanced down and saw the emergency notification flashing across her screen:
“ALERT: A-RANK VILLAIN ACTIVE. Hostage situation in progress during bank robbery. All available heroes requested to respond immediately.”
Her expression shifted in an instant. Ryuko stood up fast, already slipping her phone away.
“I’ll be back!” she called out, already turning toward the exit.
“Okay!” Izumi shouted back between breaths, barely glancing over as she refocused on Bang.
Ryuko didn’t wait another second. As soon as she stepped outside, her body shimmered—scales replaced skin, wings burst free, and with a powerful flap, she shot into the sky in full dragon form, heading straight for the crisis.
Meanwhile, Izumi was locked in a fast-paced flurry with Bang, narrowly dodging each of his strikes. She weaved and ducked with precision, sweat trailing down her brow. Finally, she saw an opening—and she lunged forward, driving her fist like a bullet toward his chest.
But Bang caught it.
With practiced ease, he gripped her wrist tightly, and in a flash, drove a sharp, pinpoint punch straight into her chest. The blow sent her skidding backward across the floor.
Coughing lightly, Izumi looked up—and her eyes widened. Bang was already on top of her, moving fast.
Without hesitation, she clapped her hands together. A soft green glow erupted around her palms and pulsed outward across the room.
“Huh?” Bang muttered just before his feet left the ground. He hovered weightlessly, caught in the grip of her Quirk—his body glowing with that same soft, earthy green.
‘Now!’ Ochako’s voice echoed in Izumi’s head.
Izumi struck.
Her fist tore through the air with a sharp sonic ripple, the space around it warping just slightly. Before Bang could blink, the blow connected—slamming into him like a freight train. He shot backward across the room and crashed hard into the dojo wall with a loud thud.
Izumi gasped. “Master! Are you okay?!”
To her surprise, Bang let out a hearty laugh as he sat up, dusting himself off.
“That punch knocked my spine back into place! I’ve been trying to crack that for a week!” he grinned, rolling his shoulder with satisfaction. “Feels fantastic!”
Izumi exhaled in relief, chuckling despite herself.
“We’re not done yet,” Bang added, stretching out his arms, “but let’s take a quick break.”
“Right,” Izumi nodded, catching her breath.
Izumi sat down on the mat Bang had rolled out for them, breathing steadily as she took the water bottle he handed her.
“Thanks,” she said, her voice still a little winded.
Bang nodded and settled across from her on the other side of the low table, pouring himself a cup of tea in practiced silence.
Izumi reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone. She turned it on, and the screen immediately lit up with a Herotube notification. A new video had gone viral.
Curious, she tapped it—and up came a clip of Ryuko, standing tall and proud atop a subdued villain. Her cape fluttered in the wind as cheers erupted in the background.
The camera jostled a bit as the person filming ran up. “Ryukyu! People want to know—how do you treat your girlfriend?!”
Izumi smirked. They’re about to find out.
Ryuko turned, clearly caught off guard by the question, but not flustered in the slightest. If anything, she looked mildly offended.
“I always treat her well,” Ryuko replied, crossing her arms. “There’s never a dull moment—I spoil her, take care of her, and make sure she knows how amazing she is.”
She paused just long enough to make her point sink in.
“She’s someone I want to spend my life with. That’s all.”
From somewhere off-camera, a bystander shouted, “I love you, Ryukyu!”
Without missing a beat, Ryuko pointed at the voice. “And I love you too, random citizen! Just not as much as my girlfriend!”
The clip ended, and Izumi smiled warmly to herself as she locked her phone and set it aside.
Yeah... she was really lucky, wasn’t she?
[??? – Unknown Location, Unknown Time]
Rement opened their eyes slowly. Blinking twice, they sat up from the floor of their apartment — same walls, same shadows, same dripping sink. Nothing had changed. And yet…
They rose with the weary grace of someone who had lived this moment a thousand times before.
Without looking, they reached into the cabinet above the coffee maker. A packet of grounds fell — as it always did — and they caught it without missing a beat. In went the packet. The machine hummed to life. A quiet ritual in an otherwise repetitive loop.
A mug slipped from the edge of the table. Rement’s hand shot out, catching it effortlessly.
"Every time," they murmured. "Doesn’t matter when. Doesn’t matter where. It always happens."
The coffee machine dinged.
Mug filled, they turned toward the fridge, but stopped mid-step.
Their body froze.
“…Wait.”
They rushed to the window, yanking the curtain aside. The sky burned orange — sunset, not sunrise. That wasn’t right.
They stood in stunned silence, the light bathing their face.
“She changed it,” Rement whispered. “She picked a different successor.”
They closed their eyes, voice trembling for the first time in what felt like eternity.
“…So this is what it feels like. When the timeline… actually shifts.”
A slow breath.
A shaky exhale.
Rement turned from the window, the light casting their shadow across the room.
“It’s time to prepare for her arrival.”
Notes:
i introduce someone knew, im not sure about where i'll take the character but its going to be interesting !
Chapter 14: provisinal liscene exam training part 1
Summary:
izumi trains under bang to get more expereince for the provinsal license exam, she only has a week to do it
Chapter Text
Tuesday
Izumi ducked under Bang’s fist, the air whistling past her ear. She launched forward, arm cocked, and managed to brush his shoulder with a glancing strike.
Bang stepped back, rubbing the spot. “You’re getting faster,” he said with a nod. “But your reaction time still needs work. After that, we’ll focus on refining your techniques.”
Rolling his shoulders, he added, “You’ve earned a break for today. Go cool off.”
Izumi exhaled, chest rising and falling with effort. “Thanks, Master Bang,” she said, grabbing one of the towels he always kept nearby.
She wiped the sweat from her face, then reached for her spare clothes tucked in her gym bag. With a stretch and a quiet sigh, she made her way down the hall toward the shower rooms, the sound of her footsteps echoing softly in the corridor.
-x-
She opens the shower rooms, which she opened the door to the room itself, and it was just a typical shower room you find in your house but with more shower heads and space
Izumi starts to take off her clothes, and she takes off her shirt and sports bra, as she sets them down in the hamper room, then she takes off her panties and places them in the bin too
She hums as she opens the sliding door to the actual shower room where she wraps a towel around her body
Izumi stopped what she was doing as she heard the opening of a door in the hamper room, and she froze “Izumi?” She heard ryuko’s voice coming from the room
She sighs in relief, “in here!” She calls out to ryuko, and she saw the dragon hero coming in with a bathe towel around her body, Izumi looks down to see her cock poking out of the bathe towel
Izumi blushes slightly at the sight and she could hear ryuko giggling to herself “you’ve already seen it before~” she teases Izumi, and the girl just rolled her eyes
Ryuko wraps her arms around Izumi, and she discards the bathe towel from her body, and it drops onto the ground as her naked body came into view, “still can’t get enough of your body~” she caresses Izumi’s breasts
“Ryuko….didnt you play with them the other day?” Izumi breathes out as she arches her back a little bit so ryuko could have more access to her breasts
“Yes, but I just can’t have enough of these babies” ryuko said as she continues to caresses her breasts with her hands gently, and Izumi leans into her so she could squeeze it more
Izumi looks down as she saw her cock hardening, and she presses her lips together as she looked at the door to the hamper room, “I’ll give you a quickie” a blush formed on her cheeks as she said that, and ryuko looked at her as she nodded quickly
Ryuko pulls down her bathe towel from her body, her naked body came into view, Izumi gulps quietly as she saw her cock in its full form, standing proudly
Ryuko’s cock was poking her stomach as she got closer, she leans down as she touches the length of her cock, and it throbbed slightly at her touch
“Just go slow okay?” Ryuko tells Izumi, the girl nodded, as she puts ryuko’s cock in front of her face and she starts to lick the head of the cock with her tongue, Izumi wraps her mouth around ryuko’s cock head as she started to welcome her cock into her mouth
Izuku could feel ryuko’s cock throbbing a bunch when she started to suck gently around the length of her cock, Izumi goes a little deeper down her length as she sucks more and she feels ryuko’s cock hitting the back of her throat
“Stay there, d-don’t go any further” ryuko said her breath was ragged as she placed her hands firmly on the wall ‘fuck she’s good!’ Ryuko thought as she looks down to see Izumi sucking half way to her length
“Izumi!” Ryuko pulls Izumi’s head back, as her cock throbbed harder, and ropes of cum shot out of her cock and onto izumi’s face and she had to close her eyes as ryuko came on her face as izumi flinched backwards slightly due to how much she came
“Did you have to come on my face ?” Izumi said and ryuko laughed awkwardly, as she grabbed a nearby bucket, and she filled it with water from a nearby sink
She also grabbed a washcloth nearby too, and she lathered it down in the hot water that was in the bucket, and she gently brushed izumi’s face with the hot washcloth, making sure to get all of the come off of her face
“Sorry” ryuko apologized, and Izumi smiled “At least you were enjoying it” she said, before turning around to grab a washcloth she had gotten earlier when she came in here
“Here let me wash you” Izumi said, as ryuko turns around as she sat on a stool, Izumi presses the washcloth on her body as she started to wash her back, ryuko sighs softly as she felt the hot water on her back
Izumi goes down on ryuko’s back with the washcloth before sliding it down further onto her butt, and she saw ryuko’s balls and above them was her pussy “no way…” Izumi said quietly
“Huh?” Ryuko paused as she slightly turned around “I didn’t quite—-“ she didn’t finish her sentence before she felt something wet enter her “eeep!!” Ryuko flinched as she leaned forward and bends down to see Izuku’s fingers inside of her
“Ah, what are you doing ?” Ryuko said between moans as she felt herself being fingered by Izumi, Izumi on the other hand was smirking “what does it look I’m doing?” Izumi opens her mouth as she spreads ryuko’s pussy open with her fingers, and she begins to lick her
“W-wait! Ah! Hold on! Mmmth!” Ryuko moans loudly as she places her hands on her legs to give herself some balance, her tail was twitching radically, and Izumi held it firmly in place with her feet and ryuko lets out a surprised gasp
Ryuko tumbles over and Izumi yelped as she went down with her, “owww” Izumi said, and she looks up to see ryuko’s pussy in all of its glory, she places her hands on ryuko’s butt, and she held up her tail too, and she started to go town on her pussy, licking the folds around the pussy and on the inside
“W-we just fell!” Ryuko said, and she felt Izumi entering two of her fingers on the inside of her pussy, and her inner walls clenched hard around them and she grunts and whimpers as she loses the strength in her arms as she flopped to the ground
“Let’s see how you like it when you get played with” Izumi said, she taps on ryuko’s thighs, and the dragon hero reluctantly turns around, and Izumi plays with her balls as ryuko blushes like a apple while looking at Izumi.
Izumi pushes her finger deeper inside ryuko while licking her balls, and ryuko moans loudly as she pants heavily, ryuko puts her hands on izumi’s head, and push her deeper into her pussy folds, and she started to lick more
Until ryuko’s leg started to shake, and izumi came up for air just as ryuko squirted a bunch over izumi, and she had ryuko’s love juices all over her mouth
“Lets actually take a bath this time” izumi panted and ryuko nods breathlessly
-x-
After Izumi and Ryuko finished their shower, they returned to the dojo refreshed. Bang stood waiting for them, arms crossed, giving them a look.
“Next time, keep it down,” he said dryly.
Ryuko let out an awkward laugh while Izumi flushed red and looked away, clearly embarrassed.
That night, the two were snuggled up on a futon in one of the spare rooms. The quiet hum of the night surrounded them.
“Don’t you have any hero work?” Izumi asked, glancing over at Ryuko.
Ryuko hummed softly. “Not that I know of. Besides, the others can handle the smaller stuff. I only step in when it’s an A-rank villain or higher.”
She nestled closer to Izumi, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Most of my schedule is just media events and public appearances anyway,” she added with a sigh.
Izumi stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Would you still date me if I was quirkless?” she asked, her voice soft.
Ryuko looked at her, almost offended by the question. “Is that even a question? Of course I would,” she said, smiling warmly.
Izumi rested her forehead against Ryuko’s. “I’ll tell you something important tomorrow,” she whispered.
Ryuko giggled and closed her eyes. “Let’s just sleep, okay?”
Izumi nodded and let herself relax in Ryuko’s arms.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Bang lay on his back staring at the ceiling. Despite hearing everything, he simply smiled to himself.
“Damn kids,” he muttered fondly, before letting sleep take him too.
Notes:
that was a spcy nsfw scene XD and also, i promise to have more training scenes next time lol
Chapter 15: The will to carry on and lift others up
Summary:
some more training in, and izumi has some doubts
Notes:
as aslways leave a comment!
Chapter Text
“So that’s your quirk,” Ryuko said as she slowly circled Izumi, who stood in her suit of armor.
Izumi shook her head. “It’s not really a quirk—more like a mantle that’s passed down.”
She reached up and unclasped the amulet from around her neck, letting it rest in her hand. “If I say, ‘For the glory of Merlin, the Daylight is mine to command,’ the armor forms around me.”
Ryuko nodded thoughtfully. “So trolls exist… if I remember correctly?”
“They do,” Izumi confirmed.
Ryuko crossed her arms. “And the other power—One For All—you inherited that from a girl who died because of it, right? That makes you the tenth person to carry it?”
“Yeah… pretty much,” Izumi said quietly.
She didn’t say it out loud, but the image of Ochako’s final moments still haunted her. The memory of standing there, helpless, while her body failed her—that pain hadn’t left.
“That’s… a brutal way to go,” Ryuko said gently. “But are you really okay?”
“I’m trying,” Izumi replied, her voice small. “I’m trying to move past it.”
Without hesitation, Ryuko stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Izumi. “I’ll always be here for you, okay?”
Izumi nodded and hugged her back, holding her a little tighter.
“So, with that out of the way,” Ryuko said as she folded up the futon mat they’d shared the night before, “do you need to train in swordsmanship too?”
Izumi helped fold the other end, shaking her head. “No, I’m kind of a natural at it. Blinky says it’s like I was born with a blade in my hand.”
Ryuko arched a brow. “So you’re just here to sharpen what’s already scary good?”
“Pretty much,” Izumi said, giving her a modest smile.
Ryuko was about to respond when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and sighed. “Sorry, I need to take this.” She stepped out, phone pressed to her ear, leaving Izumi alone in the room.
The moment the door closed, Bang appeared at the edge of the hall, arms crossed.
“You ready to train?” he asked with a grin.
Izumi turned, eyes sharpening with focus. “Yeah,” she said confidently. “Let’s do this.”
-x-
Izumi launched forward, cocking her arm back for a strike. Her punch sliced through the air, missing Bang by a hair. She spun just in time to see his counter—his hand shooting out like a piston. She ducked at the last second, caught his outstretched arm, and thrust her other fist forward like a bullet.
Bang caught it mid-motion and retaliated with a lightning-fast upward kick to her chin. The impact sent Izumi flying back, slamming into the dojo wall with a grunt.
She shook it off, eyes sharp, just in time to see Bang closing the distance. He threw a punch—but she dropped low, narrowly dodging. Izumi then jabbed forward; Bang twisted away—but that was what she wanted. Her other fist slammed into his chest, forcing him to skid back.
“Nice pivot,” Bang praised, adjusting his stance. “Let’s see how you handle this—Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!”
He surged forward, his form low and controlled, hands blurring as they fired rapid strikes. Izumi ducked under the first flurry, catching one of his fists. She countered with a powerful blow that stunned him—then, without hesitation, sent another fist crashing into his face.
Bang leapt back, rubbing the side of his jaw. A small grin tugged at his lips.
“Heh. Excellent moves, Izumi.”
“Let’s see those sword skills of yours!” Bang called out, cracking his knuckles.
Izumi stepped forward, gripping the amulet tight in her palm. “For the glory of Merlin, the Daylight is mine to command!”
In a flash of golden light, her armor enveloped her body, and the Sword of Daylight materialized in her hand—gleaming with power. She held it steady, stance poised and focused.
Bang let out a low whistle. “Alright then—let’s get this started!”
He dashed forward in a blur, feet thudding against the dojo floor. Izumi reacted instantly, slashing at him with her sword, but Bang weaved past the strike and launched a punch at her. She brought the sword up in time—clang!—the blade shimmered with a brief pulse of blue as it absorbed the blow.
With her free hand, Izumi reached out and tapped Bang’s shoulder. He grinned just before his feet left the ground—his body lifted, weightless in the air.
Izumi darted in, bringing her blade down in a sharp vertical arc. Bang twisted mid-air to avoid the strike and planted his feet against the flat of her sword, springboarding off it with impressive force. He flipped, landing with a solid thud against the ceiling.
“Crafty old man,” Izumi muttered.
Bang pushed off again like a bullet—too fast. Izumi raised her sword to block, but at the last second, she dismissed it, catching Bang in the chest with her full hand. A green glow radiated from her fingers.
Suddenly, Bang crashed to the ground—his body pulled down harder than normal. He groaned, struggling under the rapidly increasing weight.
‘Stop it!’ Ochako’s voice rang in Izumi’s head—sharp and firm.
Izumi gasped and immediately let go, pulling her hand back. Bang’s weight returned to normal, and he exhaled in relief as he sat up, stretching his back with a loud crack.
“Ugh… don’t do that again,” he muttered.
‘I’m serious,’ Ochako’s voice echoed inside her mind. ‘My quirk wasn’t meant to kill—it was meant to help.’
‘Sorry…’ Izumi replied silently.
She looked to Bang with concern. “You alright?”
He nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect your gravity trick to hit that hard.”
she remained silent. With a faint shimmer, her armor vanished, and she slipped the amulet into her pocket without a word. Bang watched her closely.
“You’ve got that look again,” he said quietly, stepping forward. “You’re carrying too much up here.” He tapped his temple.
Izumi instinctively stepped back. “I didn’t…” she started, voice low. “I didn’t mean to increase your gravity like that.”
Her gaze dropped to the floor, fingers twitching. Bang reached out, placing a steady hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away, turning her back to him.
“I didn’t want to see her die like that…” she muttered, her voice barely holding together. She glanced toward the door Ryuko had left through, eyes distant.
“When I watched her body give out—when she looked at me like she still had something to say—I just… kept thinking I could’ve been faster. That maybe if I had run a little harder, gotten there a little earlier, she’d still be alive.”
Izumi rubbed her face, her breath hitching as the tears came.
“I keep telling myself to be strong—but I can’t stop hearing her voice, or seeing her die right in front of me.”
She clenched her fists. “What if I’m not enough? Not strong enough to protect anyone… not worthy of this power… not someone who should even be a hero…”
Her voice broke completely as the weight of her words collapsed into a sob, shoulders shaking as she cried.
“You’re wrong,” Bang said firmly.
Izumi looked up at him, tears slipping freely down her cheeks. Her expression was raw—full of doubt, guilt, grief.
“I don’t know who she was,” Bang continued, stepping closer, his voice calm but resolute, “but I can tell you this—whoever passed that power to you saw something in you. Something real. Something strong.”
He gently took her trembling hand and tapped lightly on the pads of her fingertips. “You’re not just someone with power, Izumi. You’re someone who knows what it means to hurt—and still chooses to help others anyway.”
He curled her fingers into a fist, holding it gently in both of his hands.
“Being a hero isn’t about how hard you can hit. It’s about how much of yourself you’re willing to give—to lift others when they’ve fallen, to carry pain so others don’t have to. That’s what real strength is. And you… you carry that strength.”
He looked her in the eyes.
“That’s what she saw in you. That’s what she believed in.”
Izumi nodded slowly, her tears still falling
‘He’s right,’ Ochako’s voice echoed gently in Izumi’s mind.
‘I didn’t choose you on a whim. The moment I saw you… I knew. You carried so much strength—quiet, steady strength. The kind that holds others up even when you're breaking underneath it.’
Izumi stared at her open hands, trembling.
‘This power—it destroys most who wield it. But you… you carry it without falling. Because you don’t just fight. You save. That’s what this power was meant for.’ Ochako’s voice softened like a fading breeze. ‘To help people. To lift them. And that’s exactly what you do, Izumi.’
There was a brief silence. Then another voice rose—familiar, firm, and full of unshaken conviction.
‘She’s right, Izumi,’ Nana Shimura finally spoke, her voice more grounded.
‘This power was never meant to break others. It was meant to carry the broken—to give them hope. You’re not just strong. You’re kind. That’s what makes you different.’
Nana’s voice settled like a hand on her shoulder.
‘The people who smile… even when it hurts… they’re the ones who change the world.’
Izumi’s shoulders trembled as more tears poured down. She tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming—tears not just of pain, but release.
Bang didn’t say anything. He just stepped forward and held her. Solid. Steady. And Izumi leaned into him, her fists clenched against his chest
Chapter 16: spending time with Ryuko part 2
Summary:
izumi and Ryuko spend some time toegether, as provisinal licsense exam rears nearer
Notes:
as always leave a comment! and check out the notes on the end of the chapter!
Chapter Text
“I’m really sorry, it was a long call, but I—”
Ryuko stopped mid-sentence.
She paused in the doorway, eyes narrowing slightly as she saw Izumi clinging tightly to Bang, her face buried in his shoulder. The air in the room felt heavy.
“…What happened?” Ryuko asked, her voice softer now.
Izumi turned toward her. She was wiping her face quickly—too quickly—and offered a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Mhm. Nothing. I’m fine,” she said.
But Ryuko could see it—that kind of smile wasn’t real. Izumi’s eyes were still damp, red-rimmed, and far too tired for a simple sparring session.
‘She’s smiling… but her eyes are screaming,’ Ryuko thought grimly.
Clapping her hands together, Ryuko forced a gentle cheerfulness into her voice. “Alright! C’mon. We haven’t gone out in a while, so let’s fix that. But first…”
She reached out and took Izumi’s hand carefully. “You need a shower, babe. You smell like you got body-slammed by a dojo floor.”
That earned a small, genuine chuckle from Izumi.
Without another word, Ryuko led her gently out of the dojo and toward the showers, her thumb softly brushing Izumi’s hand the entire way—a silent reminder she wasn’t alone.
Steam curled softly around them as the water ran, filling the quiet space with a gentle hiss.
Ryuko’s hands moved in slow, soothing circles along Izumi’s back, lathering the soap with care. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked again, her voice low, concerned—but not pressing.
Izumi leaned forward slightly, her posture tired but not closed off.
“I’ll… be okay,” she replied quietly, her voice barely louder than the running water.
Ryuko watched her for a moment, then gave a soft hum. Without a word, she shifted to the side and gently sat on Izumi’s lap, facing away from her. Izumi blinked in surprise, her cheeks tinting pink.
Ryuko handed her the washcloth over her shoulder.
“Then it’s your turn,” she said with a small smile. “Wash me next.”
Izumi hesitated only a second before taking the cloth with both hands. Her touch was gentle as she began to wash Ryuko’s back, her movements slow, careful—focused. She tried to hide the flustered blush spreading across her face, but Ryuko could feel the slight tremble in her hands and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Still, neither said much after that.
-x-
After their shower, the two changed into casual clothes and stepped outside into the warm afternoon air. Ryuko was scrolling through her phone when a sleek black car pulled up to the curb.
Without missing a beat, Ryuko opened the back door and gestured for Izumi to get in first. Izumi climbed in, followed closely by Ryuko, who gave a small nod to the driver.
“Take us to the big mall, please,” she said. The driver acknowledged with a polite nod, then quietly rolled up the privacy partition.
The car hummed to life, and within minutes, Izumi had made herself comfortable. She stretched out across the seat, laying her head on Ryuko’s lap with a soft sigh. The moment Ryuko’s fingers began gently stroking her hair, Izumi’s eyes fluttered shut—and she drifted off to sleep.
Ryuko looked down at her sleeping girlfriend with a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of green hair from her face.
With her other hand, she unlocked her phone and opened HeroTwitter. Right at the top of her feed was the tweet she’d posted earlier—a simple picture of her and Izumi holding hands, with the caption:
“Yes, I’m dating someone. No, I won’t say who. Just know she’s amazing.”
The post had exploded.
Tens of thousands of likes, retweets, and replies poured in—nearly all positive. Her fellow pro heroes had flooded the replies with support, jokes, and teasing messages. One post in particular stood out, with someone sharing a screenshot of the tweet and writing:
“Even made it to the U.S. HeroNet trending page. The world ships them now.”
Ryuko chuckled under her breath and turned the phone screen off. Gently, she looked down at Izumi again—still fast asleep, still holding onto peace where she could find it.
“Yeah,” Ryuko murmured to herself, “they can ship all they want. I’ve already got her.”
Ryuko gently shifted her phone from her hand into camera mode, careful not to wake Izumi, who was still resting peacefully on her lap. With a soft smile, she leaned in slightly and framed the shot—just the two of them, Izumi asleep with her head nestled against her, and Ryuko smiling down at her.
Click.
Satisfied with the photo, Ryuko opened HeroTwitter once more and attached the picture to a new post. Her fingers hovered briefly over the keyboard before she typed:
"Hanging out with my girlfriend again 😊"
She hit send, locked her phone, and slipped it into her pocket. Knowing how quickly these posts went viral, she didn’t need to check the numbers. The world would see them—and Ryuko didn’t mind. Let them see.
She leaned back in the seat, her hand gently stroking Izumi’s hair again as the city passed by outside the car window.
-x-
Inko was enjoying a quiet afternoon with her friend—and secret lover—Yuu Takeyama. The two were lounging on the couch when Yuu suddenly perked up, scrolling through her phone.
“Yooo, Inko! You’re gonna be proud of your daughter!” Yuu grinned, holding up her screen.
Inko leaned in to look. “Aw, that’s so sweet. She’s with Ryukyu again,” she said, smiling fondly at the photo of Izumi peacefully sleeping on Ryukyu’s lap.
“Nah, Ink—look closer,” Yuu said, barely holding back a snort.
Inko squinted. Then she saw it.
A very obvious bulge beneath Ryukyu’s shorts.
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “O-Oh my…” she muttered, a hand rising instinctively to cover her mouth.
Yuu cackled beside her while Inko processed what she was seeing.
‘I didn’t expect my daughter to be dating a dual-gender girl…’ Inko thought, still flustered but smiling softly. ‘Good for her.’
Yuu leaned over and gave her a playful nudge. “Guess she takes after you—good taste runs in the family.”
-x-
@OfficialHeroPostWatch
📢 BREAKING NEWS: Pro Hero Ryukyu has officially confirmed her relationship with the mysterious green-haired girl seen in her latest post! No ID yet on the lucky lady, but the hero world is buzzing!
@AllMightFanboy:
Damn, that girl scored big! Literally and figuratively. It should’ve been me!!
↳ @TheRealNighteyeFan:
Zoom in. Ryukyu’s got a major bulge under those shorts. She’s packing—like, scientifically impressive levels.
@MTofficial:
Girl, I knew you had something special going on, but I didn’t know you were walking around with a damn sword in your pants! 💀💦
@RandomJoeOnTheInternet:
No way that girl’s walking straight after a night with Ryukyu. That’s gotta be a Class A stamina quirk at work. I’m devastated.
@TheRyukyuFan:
I’m SOBBING. Hyperventilating. Screaming into the void. That’s a BWC right there, and I want to be her girlfriend so bad.
@BeastJeanistOfficial:
Ryukyu, if you ever need baggier pants to… conceal assets, my agency is happy to help. Fashion can be practical too.
@MidnightOfficial10:
I’m not even pretending to be subtle: I want a piece of that. Squirming in my chair as we speak.
r/RyukyuFanClub
[Pinned Post]: Photo from Ryukyu's Herotwitter update — "Hanging out with my girlfriend again 😊"
Top Comments:
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“I zoomed in. Enhanced. Screamed. Cried. That girl’s living the dream life and I’m just here dying inside.”
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“So… are we all collectively jealous now or later?”
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“I’m making at least three pieces of NSFW fan art tonight. For science.”
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“Respectfully? Ryukyu could break me in half and I’d say thank you.”
-x-
Ryuko strolled beside Izumi, casually glancing at her. Something in Izumi’s eyes caught her attention—dull, distant, like her mind was somewhere far away.
‘What’s she thinking about…?’ Ryuko wondered.
That’s when she spotted the movie theater across the street. A spontaneous idea sparked.
“Let’s see a movie!” Ryuko grinned, grabbing Izumi’s hand without warning.
“W-Wha—?” Izumi blinked in surprise as Ryuko pulled her along. The two darted across the street, entering the movie theater. The warm, buttery scent of popcorn hit them immediately, and colorful posters of movie titles lined the walls.
At the front counter stood a cheerful young woman with pink hair and soft brown eyes. “Hi there! Looking to catch a film today?” she asked with a welcoming smile.
Ryuko looked up at the board listing the current showings and tilted her head in thought. “Hmm… what do you think, Izu?” she asked, glancing back with a playful smile.
“I-Izu?” Izumi stammered, tilting her head.
“It’s a nickname, silly,” Ryuko teased, gently squeezing her hand. Izumi flushed lightly but didn’t pull away.
Her eyes drifted to the listings, and she murmured, “Um… A-All Might Returns?”
Ryuko chuckled softly. “Classic choice.” She gave the attendant a nod, who quickly punched in their seat selections.
“Any snacks?” the attendant asked.
“Shark Bites, please,” Izumi said in a small voice.
Ryuko grabbed a pack from the display and tossed it on the counter with her own snacks. “And these too.”
“That’ll be 10,000 yen,” the attendant said cheerfully.
Ryuko swiped her card, paid with ease, then handed Izumi her Shark Bites. Izumi clutched the pack shyly.
Ryuko leaned in close with a smirk. “I’ll snack on you later~”
Izumi turned bright red, eyes wide. “R-Ryuko!”
Ryuko just laughed, nudging her with her shoulder. “Come on, Izu. Let’s enjoy ourselves today.”
-x-
Two hours later…
Ryuko and Izumi stepped out of the theater into the cool afternoon breeze. Ryuko was practically buzzing with excitement.
“Man, that twist had me on the edge of my seat!” she said with a grin, holding the door open for Izumi, who walked out quietly beside her.
Ryuko glanced at her. “You liked the movie, Izu?”
Izumi didn’t respond right away—her gaze remained fixed ahead, distant, almost unreadable.
Ryuko’s smile faded into a gentle pout. Something was clearly still weighing on her.
So when they passed by an alleyway, Ryuko dragged Izumi into the alleyway, she looks at Izumi intensely “drop em” ryuko said
Izumi widened her eyes, “w-what?” Izumi said shocked, while she looked around the alleyway “here?” She said
ryuko didn’t seem too faced, as she drops her shorts onto the ground along with her underwear and her cock came out, it was already hard as a rock, as precum starts dripping from the head
“You’ve been thinking too much, and I’ll fuck it out of you, I don’t like it when you’re sad, I want to see a smile on your face” ryuko growled out as she pulls down Izumi’s pants, with her panties onto the ground, her pussy was already wet and soaked
she pins her to the alleyway wall, as she lines herself up with izumi’s entrance, “w-w-what if someone sees us?” izumi said as she felt Ryuko’s head poking at her entrance, Ryuko looks at her “i don’t want you to be sad, and i want to know why” Ryuko said before she thrusts her hips forward, and her cock enters izumi’s pussy and she screams out in pleasure
Ryuko then starts to thrust forward hard, and she slams her hips into izumi’s hips, as she does, izumi covers her face as she moans loudly, Ryuko kept on pounding her, she adjusted izumi so her back was against the wall as she had better access with her pussy to hit all of the right spots
“Tell me what's wrong!” Ryuko said, as she kept plowing izumi’s pussy, and she saw her cock bludge out of her stomach every time she thrust further inside of her, i-im afraid that if I mess up, you won’t love me anymore!” she moans out loudly, and Ryuko lets out a low rumble from her throat “no matter how many times you mess up, i will always love you! So don’t you forget it!” ryuko said
“I love every part of you, Izumi! You’re my girlfriend! I will always love you!” Ryuko said, she stops pounding izumi and the girl whimpered a little bit “izumi look at me” she says
Izumi looks at her and Ryuko places her hands on izumi’s cheeks, “i’ll never….ever leave you, i will stick by your side, no matter if you’re angry, sad, i’ll be there, because you’re mine, you hear me?” Ryuko said, and izumi nods
Unknown for the both of them, someone was recording the whole thing
Ryuko started to pound her again, and izumi had a smile on her face as she held onto Ryuko’s shoulder, and Ryuko grunts as she starts to pound izumi harder then before, her cock throbs as she slammed into izumi hard, and she cums inside of her
-x-
Izumi walked behind Ryuko with a soft smile on her face, though there was a noticeable limp in her step. Ryuko had gone a bit harder on her than expected, and Izumi was definitely feeling it. Her gait was uneven, but she didn’t mind—it was a good kind of sore.
Once they reached the sleek black car, Ryuko opened the door and turned to her with a small smile. “Remember what I said, okay?”
“I will,” Izumi replied with a light nod, still smiling. She scooted inside, and Ryuko followed, settling in beside her.
As the car rolled through the city streets, Izumi gently rested her head on Ryuko’s shoulder. The rhythmic hum of the engine, the warmth of Ryuko’s body, and the exhaustion from earlier lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
Ryuko stayed awake, glancing down at the girl nestled beside her. Carefully, she shifted Izumi onto her lap to let her rest more comfortably. She brushed a few strands of green hair from her face and leaned back with a tired sigh of her own.
She was a little worn out too—but moments like this made it all worth it.
-x-
Author’s Notes & Upcoming Arc Updates
Hey everyone! Just wanted to share a few updates and give a peek into some upcoming story arcs that are still heavy works-in-progress.
First off:
The Provisional License Exam is going to be especially tough for Izumi. Since she’s going in with a personal recommendation from All Might herself—and taking it solo—the stakes are a lot higher. This exam will also introduce scenes and emotional threads that carry directly into the Overhaul Arc.
Speaking of the Overhaul Arc, yes—Eri will be saved early in this version. As for Himiko, she’ll be saved a bit later, after Eri’s arc is resolved. I’m going all-in on the emotional weight of this arc. I won’t spoil anything, but I want to make it very clear: Izumi’s mental health will be pushed to its breaking point. This arc isn’t about rage—it’s about grief, trauma, and what happens when you carry too much for too long. It’s going to be intensely sad.
Now onto the Trollhunters content: I’ll be taking this side of the story at a slower pace. There will be important scenes involving Bular after Izumi earns her license, and the Killahead Bridge storyline will build in the background, slowly unfolding alongside the MHA arcs.
As for the League of Villains (LOV)... I’m still debating how much focus I want to give them in this version. That’s a decision I’m taking my time with.
That’s it for now! Thank you so much for reading, and for all your comments—it really means a LOT to me. So stay tuned for more soon!
Chapter 17: Where Nightmares Linger
Summary:
Ryuko takes izumi home! and a surprise awaits them there! and Ryuko has a nightmare!
Chapter Text
Izumi walked behind Ryuko with a soft smile on her face, though there was a noticeable limp in her step. Ryuko had gone a bit harder on her than expected, and Izumi was definitely feeling it. Her gait was uneven, but she didn’t mind—it was a good kind of sore.
Once they reached the sleek black car, Ryuko opened the door and turned to her with a small smile. “Remember what I said, okay?”
“I will,” Izumi replied with a light nod, still smiling. She scooted inside, and Ryuko followed, settling in beside her.
As the car rolled through the city streets, Izumi gently rested her head on Ryuko’s shoulder. The rhythmic hum of the engine, the warmth of Ryuko’s body, and the exhaustion from earlier lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
Ryuko stayed awake, glancing down at the girl nestled beside her. Carefully, she shifted Izumi onto her lap to let her rest more comfortably. She brushed a few strands of green hair from her face and leaned back with a tired sigh of her own.
She was a little worn out too—but moments like this made it all worth it.
So When Ryuko finally checked her phone, a flood of notifications lit up the screen—hundreds, no, thousands of alerts all coming from HeroTwitter.
Her brow furrowed. That’s never a good sign.
She tapped the app, and the timeline immediately exploded to life. A trending video was pinned at the top.
“Oh my lord, they’re doing it! 🥵”
400k likes. 300k reposts. 300k comments.
Ryuko’s eyes widened. “Oh… no.”
She stared at the screen in disbelief, her pulse jumping. Someone had caught them. On camera. Doing that.
A shaky breath escaped her lips.
“…Oh shit.”
Izumi clutched at the fabric of her shorts in her sleep, her fingers trembling. Small, silent tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking into the cloth.
“A nightmare,” Ryuko murmured softly. She placed a gentle hand on Izumi’s head, brushing a few strands of hair back with her thumb. Then she looked up.
“Head to Izumi Midoriya’s place, please,” she said to the driver. He gave a wordless nod and turned down a different street.
Ryuko leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izumi’s forehead.
“Don’t worry… I’m here.”
Almost immediately, Izumi’s whimpering stopped. Her body relaxed, and she slipped into a deeper, peaceful sleep in Ryuko’s lap.
-x-
By the time they reached Izumi’s house, the sky had long turned dark. Ryuko didn’t hesitate to scoop Izumi up in her arms. She was light—too light, maybe—but Ryuko didn’t mind carrying her one bit. With her free hand, she rang the doorbell.
A rushed voice answered from behind the door. “C-Coming!”
The door opened, revealing a surprised (and slightly disheveled) Yuu Takeyama.
“Yuu?!” Ryuko blinked in surprise.
Yuu’s hair was a mess, her shirt hastily thrown on and slightly crooked. She gave a sheepish grin. “Oh hey, Ryuko.”
Another voice floated in from inside. “Yuyu? Who’s at the door?”
Yuu turned and waved her over. A green-haired woman appeared at the door beside her, wearing a cozy top and pajama pants.
“Oh! You brought Izumi home. Thank you, Ryukyu!” Inko beamed, not questioning the situation at all.
“It was my pleasure, ma’am. If it’s alright… I’d like to stay with her tonight,” Ryuko said, smiling warmly.
“Of course!” Inko replied without hesitation. “She’ll be glad you’re here when she wakes up.”
-x-
Inside Izumi’s room, Ryuko immediately understood why the girl admired All Might so much. His presence was everywhere—from posters to figurines to a giant plush that watched over the bed like a sentinel. It was sweet… and also just a little unnerving.
She gently laid Izumi down onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her. Then, sliding in beside her, Ryuko wrapped an arm around her and let her tail curl protectively over them both.
In Ryuko’s Dreams
Ryuko’s POV
I held Izumi’s hands in mine, gently lacing our fingers together as she smiled up at me. That same stubborn, brave smile I’d seen too many times before.
“I’ll be okay. I promise,” she said, voice soft.
I pulled her into a tight hug, unwilling to let go. “Just... be safe, okay?”
She kissed my cheek and gave a quiet laugh. “We have to save ę̸͕̮̮̦̟̥̣̏͋̈́̀̅͗̾́͌̀͊̕ṛ̵̨̧̙̯̬̞̻̲̲͕̳͔̆͆͋͌̈́̓̂͗͗̔̂̀i̷͍̦̟̜͖͌͆,” she whispered, her eyes full of conviction.
I nodded, heart heavy. “Okay. Just come back to me.”
“I will.” She smiled again, turned, and ran into the chaos.
Then everything started to spiral.
Someone had gotten their hands on Trigger. I don’t know who. I don’t know how. But it spread like wildfire. Villains surged the compound, amped up, violent, unstoppable. I fought. I tried to hold the line. I tried to protect the others.
I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t strong enough. And people died.
Then—
A scream.
Izumi’s scream.
I charged through the halls, adrenaline blinding me, dragon form overtaking me in a panic. I barreled through the enemy, through debris, through a wall—until I saw it.
Blood. Everywhere.
Walls cracked, floors ruined. Smoke. Rubble. And at the center of it all—Izumi.
She was crumpled on the ground.
A gaping wound in her stomach.
I dropped to my knees, hands shaking uncontrollably as I pulled her into my arms.
My breathing turned ragged, each gasp sharper than the last. Tears blurred my vision, trailing down my cheeks unchecked.
The world around me began to fade into a distant hum — muffled, distorted — until all I could hear was the deafening thunder of my heartbeat pounding in my chest.
And then something inside me snapped.
My face twisted, not in sorrow, but in pure, rising fury. A white-hot rage overtook the grief, and my scales began to harden and sharpen, glowing faintly.
I felt the shift begin — my dragon form creeping in, inch by inch, like a storm breaking loose inside me.
-x-
Ryuko jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Her chest heaved with each breath as she clutched it, heart racing like it was trying to escape her ribs. Morning light was just beginning to spill through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Blinking away the remnants of the dream, Ryuko glanced down—and froze.
Izumi was there, curled up beside her, sleeping peacefully.
Ryuko’s hands trembled as she reached out and gently placed one on Izumi’s shoulder. She gave it a light shake.
Izumi stirred with a quiet groan.
Only then did Ryuko exhale, her breath shaky. Relief crashed over her like a wave, and she pulled Izumi into a tight, trembling embrace, holding her close
Notes:
forgot to put the first part in! XD
Chapter 18: momo and the sports fesitval!
Summary:
lets check on momo shall we?
Chapter Text
Momo froze mid-punch as the faint creak of the gym door reached her ears.
“Momo? You’re still here?”
She turned to see Kirishima standing in the doorway, concern etched across his face.
“You’ve been at it for hours. We’re worried about you,” he said, walking over and taking a seat on the bench beside the training mat.
“I just…” She hesitated, glancing back at the battered punching bag. “I need to train, Kiri.”
He nodded slowly, but his voice stayed gentle. “Are you sure you’re ready for the sports festival? It starts tomorrow.”
For a long moment, Momo didn’t answer. Her gaze locked on the punching bag, shoulders tense.
“I need…” Her voice was quiet at first, but then it hardened. “I need to do this.”
“You’re doing this for Ochako, aren’t you?” Kirishima’s voice was soft but certain.
Momo let out a shaky breath, her shoulders stiffening.
“Yes.” Her voice was tight, almost breaking. “I need to do this… for her.”
Kirishima studied her for a moment before standing, placing his hands gently on her shoulders.
“You can’t win the sports festival if you don’t take care of yourself, Momo.”
“Please,” she murmured, almost pleading. “I just want to train a little more.”
He shook his head. “Momo… would Ochako want you to break yourself for her?”
The words hit her like a blow. She froze, the fight in her draining away.
“N-no…” she breathed.
“Come on,” Kirishima said gently. “Let’s get you to sleep.”
This time, she didn’t argue. She simply let him guide her out of the gym, the echo of his question lingering in her chest.
-x-
The day of the U.A. Sports Festival had finally arrived. Momo had been preparing for this moment ever since Vlad King and Toshinori had announced it two weeks ago.
She had finished changing before the rest of the girls, stepping out into the hallway in her custom-designed track uniform—sleeves open at the sides so she could draw her creations straight from her arms without restriction.
Leaning casually against the wall, she unwrapped a specially prepared, high-protein bar—formulated just for today—and took deliberate bites, fueling herself for what was to come.
Her fingers drifted to the small pink charm hanging around her neck, the one Ochako had made for her. She held it for a moment, eyes softening, before letting it fall back against her chest.
The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. Students from both Class 1-A and Class 1-B were making their way down the hall toward the stadium, voices mingling in a low buzz of excitement and nerves.
Momo didn’t join the chatter. From this point forward, she tuned it all out—her classmates’ laughter, the nervous energy, even the announcements over the intercom. All that existed now was the main event.
For the rest of the opening ceremony, Momo kept her focus inward, blocking out the noise around her. She barely noticed when Bakugou stepped up to the stage—her eyes shifted to the side, her mind elsewhere. His voice became just another layer of background noise, nothing more than a faint hum in the distance.
It wasn’t until he stepped down and Midnight took the stage that Momo’s attention snapped back.
“That was an interesting speech from Bakugou-san!” Midnight announced with her usual flair. “Now onto the three main events for this year’s sports festival! Just like last year, we’ve got the Obstacle Course Race, followed by the Cavalry Battle, and then the final round! First up—the obstacle race!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, a wave of excitement rippling through the students. Momo’s lips tightened slightly, her expression unreadable.
Pro heroes stationed around the arena began ushering the students toward the tunnel that led to the starting point. The combined group of Class 1-A and Class 1-B moved together, the sound of their footsteps echoing against the walls as the first event drew near.
For the first event, Momo had a clear strategy—she wouldn’t use her Quirk until the very end of the race, at the minefield. That was where she’d make her move, using the explosives to disrupt the leaders and secure her spot at the finish line.
But plans could adapt.
Her eyes flicked toward Todoroki as he shifted his weight, his right foot poised—ready to unleash his ice. Momo’s right hand came forward, fingers curling slightly as a compact, high-voltage net began forming in her palm. Midnight’s countdown rang in her ears.
Three… two… one…
The instant Todoroki’s foot touched the ground, Momo’s arm snapped out. A taser gun materialized in her grasp, its barrel aimed and ready. She fired without hesitation.
The shot cracked through the air, striking Todoroki and flooding his body with a sharp surge of electricity. His muscles seized, a grimace twisting his face as his ice never had the chance to form.
One obstacle—gone.
As he staggered, Momo surged forward with the rest of the pack, eyes narrowing. The field had one less major contender. Now, her focus shifted to the only other threat she truly needed to watch—Bakugou.
“Damn, Momo! That’s cold—even for you!” Monoma shot past her, engines flaring to life around his legs.
“That was mainly Momo!” Tetsutetsu’s voice carried from behind, but she ignored the commentary, keeping her eyes forward.
“Taking Todoroki out was a good plan for the rest of us!” Sero called from her left, running alongside her while Sato pushed himself to catch up.
Up ahead, Iida’s engines roared louder than usual as he closed the gap on Monoma.
“Cruel move, Momo! I love it!” Setsuna grinned as her body twisted and zipped through the air beside her, every segment of her in motion.
“Todoroki won’t be happy about that, ribbit,” Tsuyu remarked as she bounded forward on all fours, her pace steady and quick.
Momo said nothing. The chatter faded to background noise as she fixed her attention back on the track. The race wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
As they rounded the next stretch of the course, several massive silhouettes loomed ahead.
“It’s the Zero Pointers from the entrance exam—ready to stop everyone in their path!” Present Mic’s voice boomed over the comms.
Momo had planned to save her Quirk for the minefield, but this was different. This was an immediate threat.
She tugged down the zipper along her midsection, pulling out three heavy cannons she’d prepared in advance. “Everyone-halt for a second!” she called out.
The moment her feet planted, the cannons fired in unison, three thunderous blasts cutting through the air. The cannonballs slammed into the Zero Pointers’ chests, metal groaning before the massive machines toppled backward.
“And Momo Yaoyorozu dismantles the Zero Pointers!” Present Mic shouted.
She didn’t even acknowledge it. She was already sprinting forward when a sudden force lifted her clean off the ground.
“Do not worry, Momo! I will carry you to the minefield!” Iida declared, cradling her with surprising care as he dashed straight toward the pitfall zone.
“Careful now, folks! Don’t fall in—though for legal reasons, it’s totally just water down there!” Present Mic added cheerfully.
Once they were across, Momo pushed off his arms mid-stride.
“Momo—!” Iida started.
“I don’t need help—but thank you!” she said, already running ahead.
Up in the distance, she caught sight of Monoma and Bakugou locked in a heated battle for first place.
Bakugou’s on the left, Monoma’s on the right, Momo noted, eyes narrowing as the massive minefield stretched out ahead—a mile of uneven ground and buried danger. She glanced down, spotting the faint metallic glint of the mines hidden in the dirt.
“Don’t worry, folks! The mines aren’t dangerous!—well, not too dangerous! But that doesn’t mean they won’t explode!!!” Present Mic’s voice boomed over the chaos.
Perfect.
Momo’s right arm shimmered, metal forming into the shape of a massive shovel. Without hesitation, she dug into the ground, prying up several of the mines and piling them together. A quick glance up—Bakugou and Monoma were already nearing the far edge. Too close. Hurry.
Her arms shifted again, the shovel’s metal reforming into a heavy, reinforced shield. With a grunt of effort, she hurled herself forward, slamming down onto the cluster of mines. The shockwave erupted instantly, blasting her upward into the air. The explosion’s heat stung at her skin, but she kept her eyes locked on her targets—Bakugou snarling, Monoma grinning like a madman.
She’d memorized the chemical compounds for fire. She didn’t have the natural resistance to heat, and Recovery Girl would probably scold her for what she was about to do, but she wanted first place—and that meant doing whatever it took.
Her palms burned as she formed the volatile compounds, layering nitroglycerin over the mix. Pink sparks—eerily similar to Bakugou’s explosions—flared to life in her hands, searing her skin. Ignoring the pain, she aimed down at the mines beneath the two frontrunners and unleashed the blast.
The explosion tore through the air, flinging her forward. She hit the ground in a roll, momentum carrying her into a full sprint. Behind her, Bakugou’s furious shouting clashed with Monoma’s hysterical laughter.
She didn’t look back.
Bursting into the tunnel, she shot out the other side and crossed the finish line first.
“And that’s it! Momo Yaoyorozu takes first place in the obstacle course race!” Present Mic’s voice roared over the crowd’s deafening cheers.
Notes:
yup, momo is crazy for that move!
Chapter 19: The one v one fights !
Summary:
Momo fights her battles! In a one v one fight, though something is wrong with her
Notes:
As always, leave a comment!
Chapter Text
“You stupid—stupid girl!” Chiyo barked, smacking Momo’s head with her cane.
“Ow! Ow!” Momo winced, hands flying up to shield herself. “Stop—please—!”
“You’re almost as reckless as Ochako!” Chiyo huffed, landing one last bop before lowering her cane. “Honestly, do you have any sense at all? Take care of yourself, girl!”
“I’m sorry…” Momo murmured, gaze dropping to her freshly bandaged hands. “I just… wanted to win the race.”
Her palms still throbbed despite Recovery Girl’s treatment. The burns were healed, but the sting lingered under the cooling layer of burn cream Chiyo had insisted on applying.
“At the end of the healing session, go see Inu,” Chiyo said, securing the last strip of bandage with surprising gentleness. “Whatever’s running through that stubborn head of yours—he can help. He’s a good guy, underneath all that anger.”
Before Momo could respond, Chiyo gave her a sharp wave toward the door. “Now out! I’ve got other patients to patch up, and you’ve got thinking to do.”
“Ah, welcome, Momo,” Inu greeted as she stepped into his office. It was tucked near Recovery Girl’s—meant for students who needed advice, or simply someone to listen.
“Hi… sorry, it’s me again,” Momo said, closing the door behind her.
Inu offered her a soft smile. “No worries. What’s on your mind this time?”
Momo’s gaze drifted to the floor. “I just… miss her,” she murmured, the words barely above a whisper.
Inu nodded slowly. “I understand. You loved her a lot, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Momo answered, her voice tight.
“Well, here’s what I think,” Inu began, leaning forward slightly. “When you lose someone you love, the first thing you feel is pain—deep, relentless pain. But that pain doesn’t stay forever. Over time, the love you shared will take its place. The memories, the laughter, even the quiet moments… they’ll soften the hurt.”
He tapped his chest lightly. “When you don’t know what choice to make, your heart will make it for you. And sometimes…” a faint smile tugged at his lips, “even hearts have conversations of their own.”
X-x
“You do need to eat, Momo,” Kirishima said, setting a plate in front of her. She accepted it with a quiet thanks.
“Todoroki’s kinda pissed at you,” Monoma added, glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, Todoroki sat alone a few tables away, his gaze cold and fixed in their direction.
“He’s probably just mad you put him lower in the rankings,” Jirou said, idly twisting her earjacks. “Sixteenth place isn’t terrible… but I think his dad was the one who really blew a gasket.”
“Yeah, well, after it came out that Endeavor abused him, his old man’s reputation’s been in freefall,” Tetsutetsu remarked.
“That’s not manly,” Kirishima muttered, crossing his arms with a huff.
“I agree with you, my guy—totally not manly,” Tetsutetsu replied without missing a beat.
“I feel kinda bad for Todoroki,” Tsuyu said.
Momo’s eyes lingered on him. Alone, silent, his expression unreadable. She wondered—just for a moment—if Endeavor regretted what he’d done.
Before the thought could settle, the intercom crackled to life.
“Alright, everyone! The cavalry battle is about to start!”
‘I’m going to win this… for you,’ Momo thought as she rose from her seat and stepped out toward the arena, where Midnight waited on the podium.
Timeskip
Momo’s team—Monoma, Tsuyu, Kirishima, and Shoji—had pulled off an impressive win in the Cavalry Battle.
Monoma, ever the showman, was crowned MVP of the event, but Momo barely registered the praise. Her mind was already locked onto the next stage: the one-on-one battles.
This was her moment.
Two weeks of hard training, early mornings, sore muscles—everything had been for this. She hadn’t paid much attention to the other matches, even when her friends fought their hearts out. Wins or losses didn’t matter right now. The only fights she cared about were her own.
Her first opponent: Kaminari Denki.
She knew his quirk—electricity—and she also knew his flaw. His power was raw but his aim was sloppy. If she wanted to move forward, she had to end this quickly.
The arena floor, freshly shaped by Cementoss, gleamed under the midday sun. Midnight stood at the sidelines, whip in hand, ready to officiate.
“Alright! You can win by pinning your opponent down, knocking them out, or forcing them out of bounds!” Midnight announced, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. “You two ready?”
“I’m ready!” Kaminari called out, electricity already crackling faintly along his arms.
Momo only gave a silent nod, her face unreadable.
Midnight’s smirk widened as she raised her whip high.
“Ready… fight!”
The whip cracked down, and Kaminari sprang into action, lightning sparking wildly across his body. He lunged for her, hands outstretched, trying to make contact before she could react.
But Momo was already moving. She sidestepped, pivoting away from his first grab, then the second.
Her arm snapped outward—
From her forearm, a volley of small spherical dolls burst forth, glowing an intense white. A second later—bang!—they erupted in a blinding burst of light.
Kaminari cried out, staggering, his hands clutching at his eyes.
Momo didn’t waste the opening. In two quick strides, she grabbed his arm, twisted, and used his own momentum to send him sailing over the boundary line.
The match was over in under thirty seconds.
Her second round came just as quickly. Tokoyami, with Dark Shadow coiled at the ready, seemed confident—until she began unleashing relentless bursts of flashbangs and high-intensity light. Each flare forced Dark Shadow to recoil, leaving Tokoyami increasingly vulnerable.
She didn’t even speak as she closed in. Another flash, and Tokoyami finally dropped to one knee, shielding his eyes.
“I yield,” he said flatly, his voice edged with frustration.
Momo simply stared at him as he left the stage, her expression unreadable.
Turning to leave herself, she slowed when she spotted someone blocking the entrance to her waiting room.
Endeavor.
He stood there in silence, his towering frame casting a shadow across the hallway. His piercing gaze tracked her every movement.
Momo didn’t acknowledge him, didn’t break stride. Endeavor stepped aside without a word, allowing her to pass, but she could still feel the weight of his judgment in the air.
She knew exactly why he was there—her next match was against Todoroki. And if she was going to win, she’d need a flawless plan.
When Momo stepped onto the arena floor, Todoroki’s gaze locked onto her like a predator sizing up its prey. She didn’t flinch—her own stare was just as sharp, just as unyielding.
Midnight gave the signal to begin, and Momo moved instantly. Her arms snapped outward, launching a cluster of large dolls—similar to the ones from her previous fights. The moment Todoroki unleashed a sweeping wall of ice, the dolls collided and detonated in blinding flashes.
Todoroki flinched, eyes squeezed shut. Momo took the opportunity, pressing her palms to her stomach and gritting her teeth as she forced a larger creation from her body. Her breathing quickened, but she didn’t stop, even as she watched him fire a stray ice spire blindly to his right.
The object hit the ground with a dull thunk—a modified cannon. She didn’t waste time. More flashbang dolls erupted toward Todoroki just as he regained his sight, forcing him back into the haze of light.
When she finally fired the cannon, a massive net shot forward, humming with a faint electric charge. Todoroki reacted fast, throwing up an ice wall that caught the net mid-flight. He blinked, confusion flickering across his face.
“What the hell…?” he muttered, realizing the hum meant the net had been electrified.
He turned—too late. Momo was already in his face, her fist cutting through the air. He dodged, but his landing foot sank into a sudden layer of expanding foam. His balance wavered.
Then came the hit—not from her fist, but from her entire body. She tackled him hard, driving him to the ground. In one fluid motion, she pinned his wrists above his head, his palms pointed harmlessly toward the sky. Her legs locked down one of his, the foam gripping the other.
Midnight moved in. “One!”
Todoroki’s eyes widened. He strained against her grip, but her fingers dug into his forearms like iron clamps.
“Two!”
His foot was locked. His arms were pinned. His quirk was useless—the foam’s chemical composition blocked the ignition of his ice and fire alike.
“Three… four… five! That’s it! Momo Yaoyorozu wins!”
The crowd roared, but Todoroki barely heard them. From his place on the ground, he could see Momo’s face. Her eyes weren’t on him. Her expression was unreadable
He knew what kind of hatred she was feeling
x-x
Katsuki lounged in his waiting room, arms crossed, a feral grin tugging at his mouth. He’d just watched what Ponytail did to Icy Hot, and it lit a fire in his chest. Finally—someone was fighting with the kind of raw, unrelenting aggression he thrived on.
The moment she’d slammed Todoroki into the ground and pinned him like prey, he knew. This was it. This was the fight he’d been waiting for. A clash of wills, of grit, of pure, unrestrained force.
He’d been refining his style for years. And now, he’d face someone who could meet him blow for blow.
The Sports Festival trophy was his. Just like he’d promised.
He would win.
x-x
Momo stared down at her hands, fingers curling into tight fists. Her reflection in the mirror was pale but steady—until she saw it.
A figure at the doorway.
It was Ochako.
Her breath caught, and she spun around, heart pounding… but the doorway was empty.
Win this for her. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?
The voice slid into her mind, wrapping around her like a second skin.
Fight… fight to win. Win this match.
Her jaw tightened. Her gaze fixed on the door. She stepped forward, gripping the handle so hard her knuckles turned white.
The door flew open with a violent slam against the wall.
x-x
Song suggestion (take down by hunterx girls)
Momo wasn’t ready for the storm in front of her. Katsuki was already on her, each strike precise, each blast reading her sloppy, rushed movements like an open book.
She hit the floor hard, rolling just in time to dodge an explosion that scorched the ground where she’d been. Springing upward, she formed a spear mid-motion, sidestepping left to avoid a sharp strike from him.
Her spear lashed forward in a blur—Katsuki slipped past it with infuriating ease. She pressed harder, driving attack after attack, forcing him back a step… only for him to pivot sharply and launch an explosion-charged punch straight at her.
Momo ducked low, but the blast still caught her in its wake, flinging her across the arena. She skidded along the concrete, grit scraping her skin, a grunt ripping from her throat.
Another explosion roared toward her—she flipped forward in a desperate arc, landing lightly just out of range. Her face was a mask of fury now, every muscle drawn tight.
Katsuki stood a few meters away, a savage grin on his face. He was enjoying this—every clash, every dodge, every ounce of her frustration.
And that only made her angrier.
“Now you’re finally getting it, Ponytail?!” Katsuki’s roar cut through the roar of the crowd. “You’re only making my explosions stronger! The more I sweat, the more powerful they get!” He blasted forward in a blur, the air around him warping with heat. “Can you handle them?!”
Momo dove forward, the blast missing her by a hair.
“Now you’re getting stronger!” he snarled, weaving around a slash from her spear. “You finally left that Round Cheeks for dead! That was what was holding you back!”
Momo’s eyes burned with fury. She drove the spear forward again—miss. Another thrust—miss. Then, finally, a clean strike landed, drawing a sharp grunt from him. Katsuki’s grin only widened.
He slammed his palm toward the ground, detonating a massive explosion that filled the arena with thick smoke. Momo stepped back, scanning the haze, every nerve screaming. Footsteps echoed—too many, too fast, circling.
Her eyes widened just in time to see him burst from the cloud. A massive explosion erupted point-blank. Pain swallowed her whole as the blast threw her like a ragdoll. She slammed onto the floor, the impact stealing her breath.
Her vision blurred. Shapes swam. Then—footsteps. A silhouette.
“Momo.”
Her heart stopped. Ochako stood before her, bathed in a soft light. For the first time since that day, Momo saw her clearly.
“You’re letting the anger consume you,” Ochako said gently, her steps as light as air. She knelt, tilting Momo’s chin upward until their eyes met—deep brown meeting deep brown, overflowing with warmth.
“Listen to your heart, Momo. Don’t let anger be the one steering you. Don’t let it own your thoughts.” Her touch was feather-light, grounding. Then she released her, stepping back, her glow intensifying.
“I’ll always be in your heart,” Ochako said, her voice fading with her form.
And then—she was gone.
The world snapped back in a rush. The roar of the crowd. The heat from Katsuki’s crackling palms.
Momo drew in a slow breath. She rose to her feet. “I tried to hide it,” she murmured. “I let anger control my actions…” Her mind was clear now. Not untouched, not healed—but steady.
Her grip on her weapon tightened. “Now I can see you,” she whispered, “the heart you left within mine.”
Her focus locked on Katsuki.
Katsuki blasted forward, the ground cracking under the force of his dash. Momo ducked under the first explosion, the heat licking at her face.
“I broke into a million pieces after you left,” she said, her voice steady even as her body moved on instinct. “Why did I cover up my emotions? Why didn’t I reach out to them?”
Her arm swung out, releasing a flood of small dolls that clattered to the ground. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed—too late. They burst into blinding light, forcing him to shield his face.
The spear came next. Momo drove it into his stomach, the impact sending him skidding backward.
“I should’ve let them in,” she continued, flipping backward to avoid the fiery blast he hurled at her, “instead of pushing them away.”
Katsuki charged again, but she met him head-on. Her spear spun in her grip as she sidestepped a point-blank explosion, then slashed across his side, making him stumble.
“The anger isn’t gone,” she said, her voice gaining strength, “but I can control it now. With her heart inside me…I can rise up!”
She slid across the floor, pivoting just in time to avoid another detonation, throwing out more flashbangs. Katsuki twisted his head to dodge the light—opening himself up. Three quick strikes landed before she discarded the spear.
In its place, her hands formed heavy gloves. Katsuki’s grin was feral, matching her intensity.
“I should’ve let the jagged spikes meet the light…instead of feeding the anger.” She lunged forward, blocking his punch and driving her own into his gut.
“Why did I listen to the rage?” she muttered as she swayed past two more swings, then landed a crushing hook to his ribs. “My heart was shattered…” An uppercut to his chin snapped his head back. “…but I can fix it.”
Katsuki tried to recover, but Momo was already there—slamming a punch into his face, then another into his stomach. The final blow launched him clear across the arena, crashing into the field.
“With that song number—she wins the match!” Midnight’s voice rang out, triumphant. She grabbed Momo’s arm and raised it high. “An excellent performance!”
The crowd erupted.
Chapter 20: the provisinal exam
Summary:
now lets see what izumi is doing!
Notes:
as always leave a comment!
Chapter Text
The Day After The Sports Festival
When Izumi stirred awake, the first thing she noticed was the warmth. Ryuko’s arms were wrapped around her a bit tighter than usual—protective, almost desperate.
‘She had a nightmare,’ Nana’s voice echoed gently in her mind.
‘What kind?’ Izumi thought, her eyes still half-lidded.
‘The kind where you wake up in cold sweat, heart racing, barely remembering where you are,’ Ochako answered.
Izumi let out a slow breath and relaxed into Ryuko’s embrace. She didn’t ask, didn’t need to. She understood now.
But then… something caught her eye.
A faint shimmer glinted on her dresser. A small green scale, resting beside her hairbrush. Izumi blinked. A scale?
‘Does Ryuko shed?’ she wondered. It wouldn’t be too strange—Ryuko’s dragon form had scales along her arms. She brushed it off with a passing curiosity, though a small knot of unease settled in her chest.
It didn’t seem likely that Ryuko would shed scales—at least, not often. Still, Izumi guessed she’d have to wait until Ryuko woke up to be sure.
That wait turned into two long hours. By the time Ryuko stirred, the afternoon sun was already spilling through the curtains. Izumi had passed the time scrolling through her phone, sprawled comfortably against the pillows.
“Sorry if I…” Ryuko’s voice was still heavy with sleep as she pushed herself up.
“No! No, it’s fine, really,” Izumi said quickly, setting her phone aside. She reached out and caught Ryuko’s arm before she could stand. With a gentle tug, she pulled her back down beside her. “I didn’t mind at all. Actually…” Her cheeks warmed. “…I liked it. When you hugged me like that.”
A faint blush dusted her face, but her gaze stayed steady.
“A-ah… okay,” Ryuko murmured, still visibly rattled from the nightmare that clung to her like smoke.
“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?” Izumi asked softly, tilting her head. Her hair was a tangled mess, evidence that she hadn’t exactly slept soundly either.
Ryuko didn’t answer—her silence said enough. Izumi’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”
Ryuko returned the embrace, holding on just a little too tightly.
“You want to tell me about it?” Izumi asked in a low voice.
All she got in response was a quiet, shaky “no.” Izumi didn’t press. She just kept patting Ryuko’s back in slow, steady motions, grounding her in the moment.
Izumi slowly loosened her hold and leaned back, a faint smile on her lips.
“I have something for you,” she said softly. “I wanted to surprise you… I’ve been holding onto it since we started dating—three months ago.”
She slid off the bed with care, padding over to her dresser. After rummaging through the top drawer, she pulled out a small velvet pouch and revealed two golden, heart-shaped necklaces, each engraved with the familiar Deltarune symbol.
“Come here.”
Ryuko rose and stepped closer. She instinctively leaned down as Izumi reached up, slipping one of the lockets over her head and fastening the clasp.
“Now, no matter where we are,” Izumi murmured, “we’ll always have each other.”
She lifted her own locket, opening it to reveal a tiny photograph of the two of them, smiling side by side.
“Can you help me with mine?” Izumi asked.
Without a word, Ryuko took the second locket and gently draped it around Izumi’s neck, securing the clasp at the back. Their eyes met for a brief, unspoken moment that said more than either of them could.
-x-
Izumi stood at the gates of the imposing building, the provincial license exam looming ahead of her. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, but she kept her chin up. On either side of her stood Ryuko and All Might, their presence steady and reassuring.
“You’ve got this, young Midoriya,” All Might said with a warm smile.
Izumi nodded. “Right.”
Ryuko stepped closer, her voice firm but encouraging. “They’re going to test you hard. Be on your A-game. Don’t let them break you down.”
“I got it. Thank you… for supporting me,” Izumi said, her voice softening as she hugged her girlfriend tightly.
“I always will,” Ryuko replied, wrapping her arms around Izumi and holding her for a heartbeat longer.
When they pulled apart, Ryuko gave her a gentle push forward. “Now go. We’ll be cheering you on.”
Izumi smiled and stepped through the gates, disappearing into the building.
“She’ll pass,” All Might said, her gaze fixed on the doors. “I always hoped I’d get the chance to teach her back then… until she was expelled. But maybe… this will give her the chance she deserves.”
Ryuko patted All Might’s back. “It will.”
“So this is the adult All Might herself recommended?” Rock Lock said, watching from the observation deck as rain pattered on the exam dome below.
“Yes. I recommended her,” a familiar voice replied. Rock Lock turned to see All Might standing beside him, gaze fixed on the arena.
“She’d better be experienced, All Night,” Sir Nighteye muttered from his seat in the corner, not bothering to look up.
All Might didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, she smiled as another voice called out. “All Might, good to see you again!”
She turned to greet Fatgum, shaking his hand firmly. “Same here, Fatgum.”
“Is this everyone?” Wash asked as he finally took a seat, his voice muffled by his suit.
“Hopefully,” Ryuko said, sliding into the chair next to All Might. “Though I don’t recognize some of these heroes.”
“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Ryuko~,” Midnight teased from the other side, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass.
Ryuko chuckled, scratching her cheek. “Heh… yeah.”
“Everyone, eyes forward,” Yokumiru announced as he took his seat beside All Might. “The exam’s about to begin.”
-x-
Izumi darted through the rain-slick streets, scanning the ruined training zone for the “civilians” — actors playing their part, but no less important to her.
She knew the rules had shifted for this exam: fifteen people to find, not twenty.
Seven were already safe, tucked into the makeshift shelter she’d thrown together — an improvised safe zone with scavenged tarps, broken doors, and anything else that could keep the rain off their heads.
A weight hung from her shoulders — literally. One of the rescued was draped gently over her neck, their arm hooked for support. As soon as she reached the shelter, she laid them on one of the salvaged beds, carefully drying them with a worn blanket.
The supplies she’d found — a dented first-aid kit, strips of cloth, a battered towel — were already put to work. She cleaned away the makeup “blood” and fake scars, tending to them with the same focus she would a real wound. She reassured each one, telling them help was on the way and that they just needed to be brave a little longer.
Then she stepped back into the storm.
The rain hit harder now, sharp and cold against her skin. She rounded a corner and paused by the remains of a collapsed house. Shouts cut through the wind. Without hesitation, she pressed her hand to the rubble — stone and wood lifted weightlessly at her touch, tumbling aside as she dug deeper.
Three civilians stared up at her from a small pocket beneath the debris.
“Okay — touch my hand. I’ll pull you out,” she said, steady but urgent.
One woman reached up first. Izumi gripped her hand, activating Ochako’s quirk — her body became weightless, and Izumi lifted her free with ease. She repeated the process with the other two, guiding them out of the ruin.
“Come on,” Izumi said, motioning toward the shelter. “You can dry off there.”
Thunder rolled overhead, so close it rattled the ground. Rain pelted harder, blurring the edges of the streetlights. They reached the shelter, and as Izumi ushered the men inside, the woman lingered for a moment.
“You did good, kid,” the woman said, before stepping in after them.
Izumi hummed softly in acknowledgment, tilting her head toward the storm. Lightning spiderwebbed across the clouds, and her chest tightened.
I still need to find the others, she thought — and without another word, she vanished back into the rain.
It felt like hours before Izumi found the last of the civilians.
The rain was a sheet of knives, and lightning split the sky so close it rattled her bones. She guided them toward the shelter, counting in her head — fifteen. Done. Finally.
Or so she thought.
She stepped back into the storm, scanning the ruined street. That’s when she saw them — a lone figure walking through the rain, calm as the world drowned around them.
“Do you need—” Her words died. Their hands lit with arcs of blinding lightning.
Izumi’s eyes widened. The bolt came fast. She yanked her sword free and threw it into the air.
The lightning caught it mid-flight — and caught her. Pain tore through her body, and the smell of ozone and scorched cloth filled the air.
She dropped to a knee, panting, but forced herself forward, lunging at the attacker. They slipped aside with a smirk and blasted her again. She didn’t even have time to raise her sword.
“Pathetic,” the villain scoffed. “You can’t even dodge.”
Behind her, the shelter door creaked. One of the civilians stepped out, maybe out of worry, maybe curiosity. The villain’s head snapped toward them.
Izumi moved without thinking. She threw herself between them just as another bolt struck. White-hot agony swallowed her vision. She hit the mud hard, her chest heaving, every muscle locking up.
The villain stared. “Why take the hit, kid? You had a shot to run.”
Izumi’s fingers dug into the wet ground. She forced herself upright, leaning on her sword like a crutch. Her voice was raw.
“Because… that’s what heroes do.”
The villain raised their hand again. “Then die like one.”
The next blast slammed into her, full force. Her body screamed to stop, to collapse, to quit. She didn’t. She stood there, teeth bared, absorbing every volt until the light faded.
She staggered forward.
“Everyone’s life matters,” she said, gasping for breath. “It’s not about strength… it’s about will. You don’t stop… even when you know you’ll lose.”
For the first time, the villain hesitated. Around them, the civilians were watching — wide-eyed, silent. The storm seemed to quiet, if only for a moment.
Izumi planted her feet in the mud, lightning burns still smoking on her arms.
“If you want them…” she said, voice steady now, “…you’ll have to go through me.”
The villain scowled, but didn’t move. Not yet.
Izumi smile through the pain — the same wide, fearless smile she’d practiced in the mirror a hundred times, the All Might smile.
“If heroes are always running,” she said, voice steady despite the storm, “then who’s left to protect the people?”
Her grip on the sword tightened. “You’re not getting past me. Not now. Not ever.”
The villain’s smirk faltered for just a heartbeat.
This kid…
Kiya was just about to unleash her quirk when movement to the side caught Izumi’s eye. One of the “civilians” — an actor — had dropped the act entirely.
“Come on, kid! I know you can do it!” he shouted.
Izumi froze for a heartbeat, startled. The other actors stared at him… then, one by one, they joined in.
“Go for it!”
“You’ve got this!”
“Don’t quit now!”
Kiya Miso arched a brow. She hadn’t expected that. The actors were supposed to stay in character. Yet here they were, rallying behind the examinee. And in real life… she could imagine the same thing happening.
Izumi’s grip tightened. Her jaw set. She bolted forward.
Kiya reacted instantly, thrusting out her hands and unleashing a crackling storm of lightning — but Izumi dropped into a dive, rolling under the strike. She surged forward, palm outstretched.
Kiya caught sight of the strange pads strapped to Izumi’s hand. A five-point activation quirk?! She leapt back on instinct.
But Izumi’s fingertips brushed the edge of her costume — and suddenly, a faint green aura wrapped around Kiya’s body. A float quirk?!
Before she could recover, Izumi was already closing the gap, her fist pulled back for a punishing blow.
Kiya twisted midair, narrowly avoiding the strike, and hit the ground with a grunt. She fired off another bolt of lightning in retaliation — and this time, Izumi didn’t dodge. The armor strapped to her body flared a brilliant blue as it absorbed the impact.
She pushed forward through the crackling discharge, sword flashing in her grip, forcing Kiya to throw herself aside to avoid the slash.
in the observation room
“Huh… this is interesting,” Yukomiru murmured, eyes locked on the fight below. Izumi’s style was unconventional — a brutal blend of heavy boxing footwork and precise, lethal swordplay.
“It seems I trained her well.”
The unfamiliar voice drew every head toward the aisle. Bang stood there, calm as ever.
“Ah, Bang. Glad you could join us,” Yukomiru said.
Bang gave a small nod before taking an empty seat.
“You taught her?” Rock Lock asked, half-skeptical.
Bang nodded again. Rock Lock suddenly felt a chill. Watching Izumi’s movements now — the fluid arcs of her blade, the economy of her strikes — he could see why Kiya was struggling to keep up. The girl’s sword work wasn’t just practiced. It was natural.
“What kind of quirk does she have, All Might?” Fatgum asked, leaning forward.
“She has two,” All Might said simply, making the entire row turn to her — everyone except Ryuko, who hadn’t taken her eyes off the fight.
“All Might?” Rock Lock prompted.
“She can tap into a sort of… inner well of energy. Depending on the type she draws out, it manifests almost like separate quirks. From the look of it, she’s channeling two at once right now,” All Might explained.
Ryuko smirked faintly and leaned back in her seat. “Quirks or not, she’s a natural with that sword. Feels like she was born to wield it.”
Nighteye said nothing — his gaze stayed locked on Izumi, reading every movement with clinical precision.
with izumi
“Why don’t you just give up already?!” Kiya’s voice cracked, her carefully composed façade breaking as she was forced to sidestep yet another relentless strike from Izumi. The girl had already tanked blows that would’ve left most pros on the ground, yet she kept coming—unyielding.
“I won’t give up! That’s not what a hero does!” Izumi shouted, her voice ringing with raw determination as she charged in again.
Kiya reacted fast, unleashing a full-force blast of electricity. The shock tore through Izumi’s body, muscles screaming in protest—but she refused to stay down. She forced herself forward, step after staggering step.
In a blur, Izumi closed the gap, her open palm brushing Kiya’s shoulder. Kiya’s eyes widened—too late. Izumi drew back her arm and slammed a punch into her gut with such force that the air was driven from her lungs. Kiya’s body flew backward, crashing hard into the side of a building.
She slid down the wall, groaning, trying to push herself up—only to freeze as Izumi’s sword stabbed into the ground beside her face, the blade humming with restrained power.
“Yield,” Izumi panted, her breathing ragged from the fight. “I don’t want to hurt you any further.”
Kiya’s pride warred with her admiration. Slowly, she nodded. “I… I yield.”
-x-
Izumi stared down at her brand-new hero license. The photo captured her smiling as wide as she could — a smile she’d practiced countless times in the mirror, imitating All Might.
Her chest swelled with pride. She’d done it. She was officially a hero.
A warm, reassuring weight settled on her shoulder. All Might stood beside her, beaming.
“Great job, young Midoriya,” she said.
Izumi’s face lit up even more. “T-thanks, All Might.”
Before she could say anything else, Ryuko swept in from behind, wrapping her arms around Izumi and nuzzling her cheek. The greenette’s face flushed instantly at the affectionate gesture.
“Well,” All Might declared, already marching toward the door, “we have to celebrate! I’m hungry for some good old American food — and it’s on me!”
Izumi and Ryuko exchanged a look and burst into quiet giggles before following her out.
Chapter 21: Stone and Blood
Summary:
Izumi’s true nature comes to light
Notes:
As always, leave a comment!
Oh and I got a beta reader! So thanks to the dragon mage for beta reading this chapter!
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Chapter Text
(again, check out the dragon mage’s work! And for beta reading this chapter! And the future chapters as well!)
All Might took the two young heroes out to a nearby burger joint, the food hot and quick and the atmosphere jovial. Even more so given that all three of their phones were blowing up after the new set of pictures were sent to the internet.
Izumi was there with a smile that a blind man could see with how bright it was, arms of both the Almighty women herself and Ryukyu on her shoulders as she held up a small plastic card with her face and name, along with another name.
The Mystic Hero: Paladin
The green haired girl felt like everything was going right with her life as she finished her burger, munching on her girlfriend's leftover fries while resting in the blonde woman's embrace.
So of course that is the moment Izumi gets a text message from her mother’s number,a few fries were spat out of her mouth.
The message read “Come to this spot, Come alone, If you don’t, I WILL kill her and your mentor.” with a picture of her mom and Blinky tied up back to back. She was only glad Ryuko was so focused on a conversation with All Might that she didn't get a look at her phone.
With a sputtered excuse to her lover, she leaves the diner. Her feet pounding on asphalt as she ran full tilt to the location. Half expecting something.. No SOMEONE to jump out of a dark corner as she got closer.
Izumi felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she laid eyes on the abandoned warehouse that she was to meet them at. Ryuko had no doubt tried to call her, and she felt bad for not picking up… but she had to do this alone.
As the green haired hunter pushed open the large hanger door, the moon light drifting in from the newly made crack in the wall, she saw Bular stepping out of the shadows of the back side of the building. His face still half covered in shadows and the other in moonlight, that side showing off that he was still missing his horn.
“Good, you came. Come, follow me” Bular said with… an oddly respectful tone for someone who wants to kill her. He turned around to walk back into the deep shadows of the building, and Izumi followed him slowly, trying to stay in the thin beam of moonlight for as long as possible but soon enough her form was draped in shadow.
The Butcher hums thoughtfully. “Child, Do you know of my father?” Bular said with a hint of interest.
Izumi narrows her eyes at him, skeptical of his reasoning as she responds “I’ve read about him… from the books that Blinky gave me.” Izumi hears Bular chuckling slowly, the deep gravel like rumble that seemed more of amusement than mocking.
The Gumm-Gumm troll rolled his shoulders as he walked deeper into the dark. “It seems that the amulet found someone interesting, one that reads and learns just as much as she fights. But there is a problem with that, didn't anyone ever tell you that history is written by the victors?” the yellow glowing eyes glance back as his somber mood forces Izumi to question.
“What.. did the books not say?” The Hunter said as she kept Daylight in her hand, at the ready.
Bular grunts. “Your books will tell you my father was a monster, that he wanted nothing but world domination. To a point that is true, but he wasn't always like that.” An agitated growl came from the troll's throat. “What they don't tell you is that he wanted the best for his people. Back then humans hunted trolls, ripping them out of the darkness and killing them with the light of Sol.”
Izumi's eyes blew wide at the idea, everything said that trolls killed humans not the other way around. “That is-”
“Unbeleviable? Ridiculous? The truth is what it is. That conflict was two sided, humans of the time had magic and blades that could harm us. My father, mourning the loss of his wife, the mother that I don't even remember. Wanted his people to stop living in fear.”
Izumi listened with morbid curiosity. The tale becomes something more tragic then she thought it could. “He wanted them to stop being hunted, to stop being afraid of the light, for time to not be a concern for their life that the humans far too often waste. So he came up with a plan.”
“The eternal night” Izumi finished for him.
“Yes. The idea was simple. If the world was plunged into darkness then trolls of all races would no longer live in fear, they wouldn't be constrained to the shadows if everything was shadows.” Bular let out a sigh as he shoulders opened a door.
The room opened to a large area under black lights. Ruined stones weathered and etched in a language she doesn't understand, the stones at the base already put together as the rest lay strewn about the area. A steel frame outlining the idea… a stone arch.
“Killahead bridge?” Izumi asked in awe and concern.
Bular turned around, his yellow eyes gleaming with excitement. “Yes, child, this is the gate to the darklands. Where my father lies in wait.” he said with a grim smile, and Izumi took a step backwards remembering why she came here in the first place, “W-where’s my mother? Where is Blinky?” She asks almost demands if not for the shaking in her voice.
Bular walked to another door to the side of the room, looking almost like a closet. He opens the door but his body blocks any view into the small room. He grabs something out of it, something small. “Im going to guess you are aware of Changelings as well?”
Izumi swore she saw a deep red glow in his hands, keeping her guard up and daylight at the ready she answered. “Yes, it was mentioned in the books… passingly at least.” she says while trying to get a glance around the troll’s bulk.
Bular turns to face her, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, although only briefly, “To think they wouldn't tell you.” The troll steps aside, and she saw Blinky bound and gagged looking at her in worry as he struggled with his restraints, she looks to the side, to see her mother unlike Blinky she wasn't gagged despite still being tied up.
Izumi immediately got defencive. “What do you want?” she demands, her voice sharpening like steel.
Bular looks at her, really looks at her… and all that comes to his face is pity. He then steps towards her mother. Izumi made to move but he held out his sword against the elder Midoirya’s neck making the young hunter freeze, “Inko” he said the name with a hint of disdain and something Izumi couldn't understand. “Tell her, tell her the truth, you denied her or I will.” Bular said with certainty.
Izumi watches as her mother's face slowly morphs through a lot of emotions before it stops at dread… and finally reluctant acceptance. Slowly, her form begins to fade and twist. A slim ring of green fire being the border between the new and old form.
Soon enough Inko Midoriya was replaced with a troll with deep green skin, long moss-like hair and a slightly thinner frame and smoother almost ‘polished’ features.
Izumi felt her heart breaking
‘That’s…that’s not good’ she hears nana speaking in her mind.
‘Izumi, don’t listen to him!’ Azura says with a rushed tone.
She just stares at her mother(?) was that even her mother. The woman that raised her… was replaced. When? How? Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the woman that. She. Didn't. Know.
“She’s a changeling, Child. Always has been” Bular says, he seethes his sword into its scabbard. He steps forward, he places his hand on her shoulder in a mockery of comfort, “You, are a troll. Well more of a half troll. Trollkin, one that can walk in daylight.” Bular said, he unfolds his left hand as a shining gem stone of deep green with cracks and splatter marks that was as red as blood, it shines brightly in the same crimson.
He holds up the gem to her eye level, much to her confusion. “Did you know that your amulet, Merlin's creation, is adaptable? Gem stones hold power. Each a crystallized form of belief and magic. Humans can't draw out the power normally, but the Amulet of daylight?” He chuckles darkly. “You can get your revenge on those who have wronged you. Help me, take over this plane, we don't have to harm humanity if they stay out of our way but we can lead Trolls into a new age, we can help your long lost brothers and sisters, child. As a hero you must see the suffering they go through, hiding their faces and lives.” Bular rants as he waves his arm to the two trolls behind him. One almost never leaving the underground and the other hidden among the human race.
Izumi's eyes locked onto her mother, a choking sob rips through the woman's throat. “Izumi please listen! I-i should’ve told you! I know I should have! But you weren’t ready! I would’ve told you when you were old enough! But then all this happened and… i didnt want to hurt you. You were smiling for the first time in forever.” Inko yelled out, Izumi just kept on staring at her, tears in both of the Midoriya’s eyes.
Her eyes flickered between her and Bular, who had held out his hand, her eyes shifted to the gem stone. Blood red aura seemingly calling to her.
“Young Izumi! That is called a bloodstone! It could alter you! Mentally and Physically! Do not grab it!” Blinky Yelled, however his voice didn’t reach Izumi’s ears, she just stared intensely at the stone.
“Was my whole life…a lie?” Izumi whispered her wet eyes meeting her mothers own… before turning to Bular, a softness in his glowing eyes. “I'm not….even…human…” She says quietly, her hand was hovering over Bular’s hand, she could only hear her own heartbeat, pounding against her chest.
Azura spoke in her mind, a soft blue glow calming her heart and mind. As her hand pulled away from the gem Bular let his anger take hold.
“If you cannot do it, I shall do it for you” Bular growled out, his other hand had gripped the amulet that was on her chest, his claws digging in and forcefully ripped it open. Izumi’s eyes flickered over towards her mother as she was lifted into the air from the force, just as Bular puts the stone into a gem slot.
Everything went RED.
“Say, Izumi” Ryuko says, Izumi turns to look at her, “Yeah?” Izumi answered sleepily from her resting spot on her lover's lap, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” Ryuko asked with a smile, genuinely wanting to know how the girl she fell for sees her future going.
Izumi smiles softly, “hmm… When I can no longer fight for the world? When all I can do is finished? After you stood by my side the whole time? I would repay you every moment by spending every minute with you.” She kissed the blonde woman's knuckles before winking. “Who knows, maybe we would end up having a few kids?”
“You're such a dork,” Ryuko giggled out as she nuzzles Izumi closer towards her, and they laugh together.
“What about you?” Izumi asked simply.
Ryuko smiled “Settle down somewhere nice with you, I'm not going to be a hero forever.” she smiles at Izumi
x-x
Ryukyu landed on the roof across from the warehouse, the tracker pinging from right in front of her. “Look, I'm telling you she is here!”
“Im not doubting you Young Tatsuma, I'm just questioning what made Young Izumi run out like that. It had to have been important to pull her away from you.” All Might said from her perch on top of the same building, concern lacing her voice.
“If I knew we probably wouldn't be here… or be already inside.” Ryukyu thought about that only for a second. “Most likely the second one.” She says nervously, her half dragon forms claws scratching the bricks below her feet.
Without another word she dives over the edge, done waiting for something to happen. All Might followed and they both entered the dark warehouse. It didn't take long for them to find the door into the back leading down into a deep room.
Only to see Izumi lifted in the air by a man with stone-like skin and horns… or horns with one being cut off. All Might quickly saw that it was that same man that attacked her and got caught on video doing it.
A second glance and he saw two people tied up in the corner, she didn't immediately recognize them but it was only a glance. For now she had work to do.
“Texas smash!” All Might aims at the man holding up his charge, but at fighting speed for his size the stone-like man throws Izumi into the way. All Might wasn't quite quick enough to divert the blow and ended up punching Izumi.
She tanks the hit, even if it sends her skidding backwards. “That would be my cue.” the stone quirked man said as he backed up farther into the room's darkness, no other doors meaning no where to run… or so she thought. With the press of a button a deep purple portal opens up behind him and small ones take all the pieces of rubble around the room.
With the main threat gone, All Might joined Ryukyu in looking at the new hero. She snarls at them as each line in her armor slowly shifts from glowing brilliant blue to a deep bloody red, her body also slowly transforming into… something.
Her skin discoloring into a forest green as her already wild hair tangles more as if made of moss. For all of two seconds she was still… then two ram horns forced their way out of her skull and her blood red eyes locked onto the two in front of her.
“What in the world happened?!” All Might shouts out loud as she dodged a strike from the charging Izumi, and the punch had dented a wall the blonde was standing next to, Ryuko had grabbed Izumi from behind like she was going to suplex her, but just held her in the air with the woman's arms bound to her sides, trying to stop her from continuing her rampage. “Izumi! Please listen! It's me!” Ryukyu pleaded.
It didn't seem to faze the berserk Midoriya however, as Izumi broke out of her hold, and back handed the dragon woman so hard that she skidded back a few feet even with her claws dug into the ground.
Izumi screamed out, as black tears rolled down her cheeks, and she spoke a different language “STOP DET, HVAD ELLERS VIL ALLE HAVE FRA MIG, HVORFOR KAN JEG IKKE VÆRE MIG SELV!? JEG ER TRÆT!!!!” (Stop it! What does everyone want from me!? Why can’t I be myself!? I’m tired!!) she clutches her head as the amulet glows a bloody red.
She spun on a dime and punched at All Might, her punch over shot and her armor clad hand hit the ground with the sound of a falling bolder and the ground cratered as she used the momentum to vault over her extended arm, flipping up a few feet away.
“Young Midoriya!” All might shouted, she went in to lock her in a bear hug hold, but Izumi nimbly dodged and wrapped her own arms around the Number one hero, holding her there with all her might. All Might looked down to see Izumi’s eyes being dilated into slits, both pupils were red, and she snarls at All Might, “Jeg er træt af den arv, jeg bærer med mig” (“I’m tired of the legacy I carry”) her teeth were sharp, and the older blonde had a grim look on her face.
“I don't blame you, just do the best you can.” She says with a soft voice that seems to snap her into focus, a moment after the amulet returned to its blue hue and the lines faded as well.
Izumi’s eyes returned to their green coloration and they blew wide as the slits dissolved, and she backed off as she staggered backwards, and she pukes out some dark liquid seemingly the same that she was crying. Along with it coming from her ears as well. Ryuko had finally gotten in close and wrapped her arms around Izumi’s body to hold her up now that the girl was crashing, and Izumi spoke for the last time that night “min ... mor …” (my … mother) before she passed out.
Inko Midoriya was by her side in a moment, All Might figures that she was targeted and kidnapped purely to get to Izumi. She hoped this was the final time this would happen.
“This is going to be so much paper work, isn't it.” The old guard hero says with a weary tone.
Chapter 22: Fall out
Summary:
Some truths are revealed
Notes:
Thanks for the mage dragon for beta reading this chapter!
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Chapter Text
All Might adjusts her bright yellow suit despite doing so just a moment earlier. “I'll never get used to the press. Aizawa is right about them being vultures.” The woman sighs before plastering her famous smile on her face. “Smile and wave girls. Smile and wave.” she strides out into the stage, flashes from cameras and shouted questions blur together.
“Is this on?” All Might taps the mic on the table, sending feedback around the room silencing everyone. “Guess so!” She proudly takes her seat as Ryukyu in full hero garb guides Izumi into the seat in between them, still holding her hand under the table as the three get comfortable for what's bound to be a long public appeal. Izumi was wearing a simple green dress as she held something in her free hand.
Ryuko hadn’t let Izumi go since then, now, they were holding a press conference about the events that had transpired earlier today, normally they would hold only a debrief and release the details in an agency claim later in the month but someone got footage of the incident and it caused some concern already.
“All Might and Ryukyu, do you know why the new hero Paladin, who if we all remember was sponsored by All Might herself. Seemingly went berserk last night?” Yada Aiko said as she looked at the two pro heroes, completely ignoring the one between them.
All Might chuckled nervously but held her grin. “While we do not know why Paladin has acted the way she did, we do know that someone had forced something onto her, and that caused her to act out” For once her smile faded and a hard look that shocked most people formed on her face. “The one who did this is targeting Paladin, we don't know the reason but until we find out we are keeping a closer eye on Paladin outside of work hours. To keep her and her loved ones safe.”
Ryuko stays silent but she nods, her thumb rubbing circles on Izumi’s hand. Catching a glimpse of something green and red in Izumi’s other hand, the green haired girl keeps rolling it around in her palm.
Aiko sits up straighter in her chair, she moves around her leg in an anxious twitch, “Do you have any thoughts about this Ms. Ryukyu?” She asks with a raised eyebrow and microphone.
Ryuko had looked at her once and knew she was just digging for a scoop, “No further comments” She says simply, letting the room fall silent.
Aiko nodded and turned to All Might to ask another question but Ryuko didn’t hear her, she couldn't focus on this farce. Not when Izumi was hurting the way she was. Instead she focused on Izumi who was sitting stock still beyond her free hand running the odd looking stone in her hand, she hasn’t said anything since they got here simply going to the bathroom looking like a gargoyle and coming out normal again.
Ryuko knew something was wrong, Izumi refused to talk to her. Her mind stuck in itself as she thought of… something. It was hard to guess. Her face was like stone as her eyes watched the rock in her hand.
What was Izumi thinking right now? All Might's gruff response drew Ryuko’s attention.
“While ‘Yes’ what Paladin did today was not becoming of a new hero, losing yourself in rage is considered a villainous trait. However! We all need to keep in mind that she was under the influence of a quirk related matter and not in control" All Might’s irritation started to bleed through the constant accusations.
Aiko, who was obviously leading this interview at this point, nods with a glint in her eye. “Was this villain we see slinking away the cause of it?” She says with reference to the shaky video that was taken, and the figure cloaked in shadows disappearing in a dark portal. The reporter watches the way Izumi flinched at the mention of the villain, a confused and regretful look passing over her face.
All Might sighed heavily as she put both elbows on the table. “Yes, that villain was. We think it was his quirk and that an accomplice pulled him away with their own.” The number one stated with finality.
Aiko grins and pushes from a different angle. “Mind control quirks are quite the nuisance, pulling away someone's free will is quite villainous.” There was a small chorus of agreement before they heard a chair screech on the stage floor.
All Might looked over to see Young Izum- no the hero Paladin glaring at the reporter and most of the crowd. “Dont ever say that.” Her sharp retort grabbed what little attention she didn't already have. “Quirks are nothing. Nothing but tools in genetic code. You wouldn't say that everyone that's tall is evil or that everyone with red eyes is crazy.” The slight anger in her voice is recorded as she draws on.
Her fists shake at her sides, the one with the gem slightly heating up. “All Might COULD destroy whole cities, Endeavor COULD burn most of Japan down before someone could stop him… toxic chainsaw COULD have been a poison themed hero. It's not the quirk but the person behind it that's important!” she shouts the last bit. “A mind control quirk COULD, CAN AND WILL eventually save someone's life. Punishing someone fore having ‘the wrong quirk’ or ‘a villainous quirk’ or fuck!” She pauses her rant to breath before with no less intensity she starts again.
“Or even no quirk! It's wrong, people don't pick and choose what they are born with, any self respecting hero can see that!” her voice rising at the end keeps any way ward comments being thrown as she takes a few deep breaths.
“There is no wrong reason to be a hero, no matter what. Be it power, fame, spite, self worth or even just plain greed. To choose to throw your own safety out the window for others is still Heroic! That's why I will never understand people like Stain, they say something about true heroes but it falls on deaf ears because there is no such thing.” She glares at the reporters, her eyes deep green with slight red flecks barely visible. “Only in stories do we get perfect heroes. Failing, corruption, wanting something more and even just making mistakes … They are human traits. Traits of living breathing beings. We have spent too long blaming people for things they haven't done. We need to save everyone… villains are included in that.” Paladin firmly states with clenched fists. “Heroes are human, we’re all…are…human” She states in finality.
Before Aiko could say anything, Izumi tapped on Ryuko’s shoulder. “I… I need to go…” She says with a tremble in her voice.
“Dont worry I have the rest of this” All Might said with a genuine smile. Turning to the reporters with a grin. “While my compatriots take their leave. How about we take a moment to stew on Paladin being right about how quirks are used and heroes motives nowadays.” as all might goes on a rant that basically reiterates everything Izumi already said the other two make their way into the backstage room.
Izumi passes the room for a good minute, her hands never relaxing. “Do you need air?” Ryuko asked worriedly and Izumi nodded, still not trusting herself to speak. Ryuko takes her up the staircase and into the open air of the skyline.
They sat there watching the sunrise just letting the night settle on them. They hug each other tightly, with Izumi holding her like a life line. After around thirty minutes Ryuko gets a text from All Might just sending them on their way.
================Tales of Musutafu==============
After the chaos of the Interview, Ryuko flies them to the Midoriya household. The small apartment held its usual tenets. Inko and Blinky sat at the table waiting for them.
Izumi closed the door behind her slowly, the tension around them was tight. She was gripping on the doorknob tightly and the rock in her other hand even tighter.
“Izumi, could you please look at me?” Izumi grits her teeth, and she forces her hand to let go of the doorknob. She slowly turns around, to see her mother. In human form, the fake form, the lie.
Izumi turns away just as fast. Anger bullying to the surface as glances at blinky. Someone that knew… but he didn't have a say in how her mother did things. She couldn't blame him for that.
She forced herself to look at her mother but all she could see was her troll form, the truth that was kept from her. It was hanging over Inko’s head like a ghost, she just couldn’t unsee it. Every time she looked she saw a lie, all she could see was her mothers troll face. “Why…why did you…hide it?” Izumi said, her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
“I… I thought with you looking human, you having a human mother was for the best… I… I didn't want you to question who you were. Just live peacefully." Inko admitted, her voice shaking as each syllable came out.
Blinky gulps, and he steps forward ready to defend Inko’s decision. “Young Izumi-” The troll scholar was cut off by Izumi.
She points at him as she raises her voice at him “DU, HOLD KÆFT!” (YOU, SHUT UP) She yells, red flecks pulsing into her eyes and Blinky closes his mouth tight.
Izumi looks at her mother. “du, du begynder at snakke..” (You, you start talking..) She whispered angrily, like a snake ready to strike. Inko wringed her hands together, but she stays quiet for a long moment, and Izumi isn't having any of it.
The younger Midoriya snarls at her elder “Havde Bular ret? Ret i alt?” (Was Bular right? Right in every way) She croaked out, the anger in her voice was prominent but so was a rising sadness.
Blinky speaks up, “Izumi, please listen for a moment. While…yes…he was…somewhat correct in some ways… Merlin thought the best of humans and he-” Blinky said, he held his breath as he saw Izumi glaring at him.
“Trolde fortjener også at være i lyset, så... så hvorfor..?” (Trolls deserve to be in the light too, so... so why..) Izumi shakily asks. “Hvorfor gemme dem væk?” (Why hide them away?)
“Merlin just wanted to-” Blinky said, but he stopped himself
Izumi was back to glaring at him, he thought just by the look she was sending at him, he could drop dead on the spot. “Jeg er ligeglad med Merlin!!” (“I don't give a shit about Merlin!!”) She shouted at him “Merlin!! er grunden til, at jeg er en særling! Derfor kan jeg ikke gå ud uden at blive latterliggjort for at eksistere!” (Merlin!! is the reason I'm a quirkless freak! Why I can't go out without being ridiculed for existing!)
“Izumi, I just wanted what was best for you” Inko sobs out, her tears overflowing.
Izumi shook her head, her shoulders shook with mixed rage and grief. “hvorfor gemte du dig så?” (“Then why were you hiding?”) Izumi asked softly confusion on her face. "Skjuler dig selv, skjuler hvad jeg er!” (hiding yourself, hiding what I am!)
Inko pressed her lips together, "I did it to protect you, from the other trolls…” Inko said, Izumi slammed her fist onto the counter, making Inko and Blinky jump as it cracked. “Du beskyttede mig ikke! Du gjorde bare ondt på mig! Troldene kunne have accepteret mig” (You didn't protect me! You just hurt me! The trolls could have accepted me”)
“You don't know that.” Inko said sharply. “The hate between humans and trolls runs deep. I didn't want you to have to choose between two worlds so i-”
“Vælge for mig? Lad mig ikke have noget at skulle have sagt eller endda kendskab til min sande natur?” (choose for me? don't let me have any say or even knowledge of my true nature?) Izumi's reply cut all fight from the green haired woman.
“I… I know what I did was wrong. I didn't want you to be hurt. I just… I just wanted you to be happy. I didn't think you would be shoved into a cave somewhere. You needed the light.”
"Ligesom resten af trolde-typen?” (Like the rest of troll kind?) Izumi says sharply, like a fact rather than opinion. It caused a few bewildered looks from the two trolls. “Alle fortjener at være frie” (Everyone deserves to be free.)
Inko stills her face softening. “You have a heart of gold Izumi… never lose that okay. That's what makes you such a great hero… I hope you can do it… I'm just.. I'm too old to see that.” Inko's smile was a sad one. “Ive seen too much hate, too much chaos and far too many people, trolls or otherwise, be nothing but bastards for no reason.” She let the implications hang in the air just for a moment. “I just can't seem to imagine a world where we are free to live… prove me wrong mit søde barn.” (my sweet child)
Izumi’s anger drained out of her, leaving a hard pit in her stomach… but she could accept that for now. “Jeg vil.” (i will) She walks into her room, grabbing a bag and filling it with essentials before walking back to the dining room. “Jeg bliver hos dig i nat” (I'm staying at your place tonight) Izumi said to Ryuko who was sitting on the counter, watching the whole episode pan out.
The blonde blinks a few times before turning to Inko, Izumi blushed with embarrassment. She was an adult, she didn't need permission to stay over at her girlfriends house! “So what did she say?” huh?
Inko actually giggles at that. “Oh she said and I quote. “I'm staying at your place tonight” it’s quite bold if I don't say so myself.” she said as a joke, just as much to lighten the mood as to answer the question. “Also dear… you switch to Trollish when you get emotional, I know it doesn't sound any different to you but it is a different language.” The woman explains.
Izumi focused on speaking Japanese. “So… I just instinctively know a language?”
“Seems so honey. You can fill me in on your parts later. Let's go get breakfast before chilling out all day. How does that sound?”
“You're amazing.” She wraps her arms around the blonde and passes off her bag as she walks to the door. Izumi holds it open for the dragon woman and before closing the door she speaks up without turning back. “... I'll see you two later.”
As all tension faded Izumi fell into Ryuko’s arms the moment they entered her car, the driver already off to a small cafe and the window divider shut.
“Soo… short version?” Ryuko asked.
Izumi sighs and lays her head on Ryuko’s lap. “... Mom's a changeling. I'm a half troll.”
“Wait so that form was-” She was cut off but not rudely.
“My troll form. A bloodstone can awaken it, and Bular gave me one.” Izumi holds up the gem that hasn't left her palm since she ripped it from Azura.
“You mean forced on to you.” Ryuko said as she stroked her girlfriend's hair. “What else?”
Izumi’s fingers claw into Ryuko’s leggings. “Beyond my mom lying to me for most of my life? The fact the Bular might be the good guy.”
Ryuko looked more than skeptical. “How? He kidnapped your mother and Blinky”
“... he just wants to free his father, his father who was imprisoned for wanting his people to be free and not fear the light.” Izumi says sadly, the last of his kind with no true companions.
“Okay… I'll take your word for it but I need you to remember… the end doesn't justify the means.” she said seriously. “Heros… we don't deal in trading lives.”
Izumi nods, a small smile on her face. “We save everyone. Everyone deserves to be saved, that’s what heroes do” The rest of the drive was silent as the two went to breakfast. Only an hour later they were on Ryuko’s bed with a favorite of Ryuko's playing on the TV ‘The Dragon Prince’.
Izumi broke their silence, a slight stutter making its way back into her voice. “I-I’m, s-so sorry that you had to s-see that, Ryu” She snuggled deeper into Ryuko’s arms calming her nerves.
Ryuko just giggled at her girlfriends antics. “It's okay, we all have our moments like that. Like you said at the press conference. We heroes are human too.” When Izumi looked up at her she grinned and leaned in close, whispering like shearing a deep secret. “Even I have had a moment like that, screaming and all, you would never guess what it was about.”
Izumi shifted her weight to lay her head on the blonde's shoulder as she looked up at her girlfriend’s golden eyes. “Really? But you seem so level headed. Like all the time.” Izumi mused.
Ryuko smirked. “Oh trust me, there are many times my head is far from level.” She let the joke ring true and counted it as a win when Izumi did her best impression of a strawberry. After a soft laugh she came back to the topic at hand. “I yelled at my own mother. It wasn't even something she has a say in. She just didn’t understand that I like both girls and boys. She was entitled to her old ways, some old people are like that, you know? Not caring how the world changes, always thinking of how it was.” Ryuko let her head drop, cheek pressing into the top of Izumi’s
“Have you…ever gone back to talk to her?” Izumi said quietly, fearfully as she guessed the answer.
Ryuko hums softly, “No, not yet… and I wont… at least not until she sees what was wrong with her ways.” Ryuko sighed and pulled Izumi closer. “At least your mother knows she did wrong, even if she thinks it was for the best.”
“Jeg elsker dig så meget” (I love you so much) Izumi whispers as her eyes shine with unshed tears.
“What did you say honey? You slipped into trollish again.” Ryuko asked and Izumi blushed deeply.
“Um, nothing… nothing important.” Izumi reassured her.
“No, no, you tell me, I can already guess from your reaction.” Ryuko grinned at the red faced trollhunter… they need to find a new name for that if they are changing up the rules. She shook the stray thought from her head as Izumi clings to her pajamas.
“I….I-I…I…u-um” Izumi stammered as her eyes seemed to swirl, it was so easy to say when it was instinct guiding her but now she was stuck in her own head. She closes her eyes and calls on the strength Azura gives her. “I… I-I s-said…. I love you!” Izumi whispered quietly, pressing her face into the dragon woman's shoulder.
Ryuko simply smiled at her guess being the right one. “I love you too.” She said softly as she held Izumi tightly and before the episode ended she heard some light snoring sounds, she looked down to see Izumi sleeping peacefully. Ryuko released a soft sigh, before she unhooks the heart locket Izumi gave her and softly sets it onto the dresser next to her
Ryuko leans down gently, and kisses Izumi’s forehead, and she falls asleep holding her girlfriend in her arms, as her tail curls around them.
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