14I can say that after I watched Hajime No Ippo, I've become a fan. So I thought: "I've been reading a lot of fics of Izuku being the only male with a quirk, so, why not do a fic where he is a boxer hero? And instead of having the One for All as his quirk, but as a boost?"
If by any chance, someone was thinking the same as me, I'm here to do this.
Let's see Izuku go further than what he could just because something on him light up because of an old and forgotten fighting sport.
!ALSO, READ THE END OF THIS CHAPTER FOR AND ANNOUNCEMENT!
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All of this started when the first person with a quirk, or powers, was born. A little girl that the could produce light from her body. She glowed like a lightbulb at maximum power, almost like the sun.
Then, more and more people started to have the same kind of abilities, that later on, could be agreed to be called "quirks". Anything possibly was a new power. There was so many people back then–two hundred years– with this kind of power, but then, it all started to crumble to the side when women started to be more born frequently than men, and so having quirks.
Men couldn't have quirks anymore after one hundred years later, and that made women think of themselves as superior. Things got worse when they found out a way of getting pregnant without having sex with another man. It was getting out of control.
Now in the present, we have heroines and villainess, and a very less percentage of man in the world. Abortion were higher, but only in case of being pregnant with a male child, but girls? Oh no, that's different. They were treated like the supreme beings, and we're protected at all cost.
Boys? They can be thrown at the side of the road, die horribly, be killed by a villainess in any attack, and such other ways, no one would care. Well, except for Izuku Midoryia.
Izuku Midoryia was a boy with a dark green bush hair, green emerald eyes, diamond shaped freckles, and an amount of kindness that could not be contained inside his small body. He was approximately 1'65 tall, not the highest person your you'd meet, but, if you knew how much of an selfless, kind, determined, and always cheerful kid he is, you'd think that he was an little angel. Inko Midoryia, his mother, though the same.
It was devastating for Izuku when he found out that boy like him couldn't get a quirk. His dream of being a hero was shattered like a giant destroying a small kingdom. A four year old like him, obviously fascinated by the heroines, specially Gal Might, the number 1 heroine and the symbol of peace. This kind of things would fill his head with dreams, goals, and expectations.
Having it all completely wiped out from his reality, made things even worse. Katsumi Bakugou, or how he'd call her, Kacchan–since he couldn't speak her name properly at the time, so he shortened Katsumi-Chan to Kacchan–since four, when both of them found out that he could not have a power like her, started to bullying him. It was something common, boys getting picked on by girl 'cause they think their superior.
He would always come home with bruises and injuries because of her. Bakugou quirk was explosion, that could be lightened by the sweat in her hands. She would never go too far, but she'd do it cruelly, always saying that he was lower than trash, since –by her words– "Trash is even more useful then someone like him".
He was already at the lowest point of his life.
He was already completely destroyed.
Depressed (not in a critical state).
Clueless and lost in the world.
This was until one night...
Midoryia tried to plea, but his throat was too tight to speak. Why? Well, his "childhood friend" was strangling him against the wall. The fact that they were alone in the empty class room, didn't make it any less worse or better If they had an audience, Izuku would feel even more humiliated, but if they were alone, he was alone, no one to help.
"It's impressive..." The girl Infront of him, the one he still dare to call friend said "Something like you... Dares to still dream of being a hero! How ridiculous and IDIOTIC IS THAT?!" Matter of fact, he gave up on that a long time ago. Not like it didn't matter, but, because it was a weight that was lifted of his shoulder. The bullying he has now is less problematic and aggressive than when he still wanted to be a hero back then. Now, it was just verbal bullying from anyone else, aside from Katsumi, that still used her quirk to hurt him.
"Ka...Chan..." He tried to plea, but it was useless.
"Just shut up Deku!" The ash blonde with spiky hair and red eyes, with a tomboy look, shouted at him, her grip tightening on his neck.
"Deku", or Defenseless Izuku, was an pejorative nickname that she gave him after a few years of bullying him beyond a way to repair this broken relationship.
"You are nothing!" she shouted and threw him on the floor "A piece of shit!" she kicked him on the stomach and it made him fly to a few desks "YOU SHOULD NOT EVEN BEEN BORN!"
Behind the shadow in his face, Izuku's eyes widened with an unmeasurable amount of total desbielif. Did she really say that?
No no, she wouldn't... She was his friend...
Right-
"Oh, and I just remembered something..." She grabbed him by the hair, lifting him up, forcing him to look in her red, evil eyes.
(The door of the class room slid silently open, many people stepping inside, but stopped dead on their track when the say two scene)
"You should just kill yourself, y'know?" She said, with a fake kind smile. Izuku's eyes watering.
And an broken heart, but not grudge...
"Maybe like this, you'll be born as a girl in you next life and then you'll have a quirk!"
"KATSUMI BAKUGOU, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" The teacher screamed at her, as the other students were watching.
Izuku though he was saved, but no. None of this was real. It was an far away dream. No one was there. He must have hit his head very hard on a desk or something else. No one would care about him, try to be his friend, try to talk to him, no even acknowledge him at all.
Katsumi looked at the door and saw no one, and then she looked back at "Deku" "Heh, who are you looking at?" Her tone mocking him "There's no one to save you. No one cares about you!"
She got up and walked towards the door after picking up her bag, and then, giving him a last look before walking out the room, leaving him there of the floor.
As the tears grew excessively on his eyes, he curled up and hugged his stomach, the kick hurts him a lot.
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After getting out of the school, he walked home, but he felt lost even tho he knew the way. Hypocrite, no? Izuku never asked them life to be so harsh on him, not even to the point of someone he care about so much tell him to kill himself.
"She's right..." He muttered with his head down "I'm not important... I'm nothing... Lower than trash..." But his mind turned back to the day where his mother was asking for his forgiveness, because he couldn't have a quirk.
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"I'm so sorry Izuku... Please forgive mom... I never wanted it to be this way, neve never neve never never!" She hugged him closer to her chest, kissing his forehead and tightening the hug, while the four boy was crying non-stop.
"Mom... Why i-i-is it li-like this!? I j-j-just want to b-be a hero..." He cried
"I'm so sorry Izuku... I'm so so sorry..." Inko hugged and cried with him for the next two hours.
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He looked up and saw the complex of apartment the he lived on with his mother. Walking up the stairs, he opened the door with a sigh. and got inside. He dropped the bag on the floor and sat down at the sofa.
Ain't much to call this an apartment, but it was enough for him and only him live at. It was a five by five square living room, with a few photos on the wall, a tube TV on a shelf in the living room with some books and decorations too.
The kitchen was a three by five rectangular small room, enough for the fridge, oven, shelves, and the dinning table.
His room wasn't much, but, something that he was proud of. Full of heroines merchandise and posters, but fully more away of the everything-themed Gal-Might things, like sheets, posters, notebooks, laptop, and cell phone case.
This was how he been living since his mom died. He was sixteen, and she died when the someone barged in to the apartment and shot her right in the head. He reminded of the time when she had him in her arms and she was comforting him, but then, when he had her in his arms, he wasn't able to do the same.
How much failure he was,
How much of a useless,
Worthless,
Deku he was.
"I miss you mom... Everyday..." He muttered, as his eyes were glued to the photo on the wall besides the microwave. He was ten years old in the photo, and she was still beautiful as ever in his eyes.
After he went down with the food, Katsudon, his favorite, he sat down on the sofa and excided to watch a bit of tv, like a teenager he was. Flipping throughout the channels, nothing did catch his eyes anymore, and nothing could really make his humor up a bit. It was useless. His eyes darted at every single corner of the screen, in hope to look at something interesting. Nothing.
Any heroine rescue? No.
New hero in the hero Industry? Just in the next year.
A boxing match? Nah-
Wait...
A boxing match?
That's new.
He looked at the screen now, leaning to the front on his seat, and seeing the woman with he mic on the middle of the ring with a paper on the other hand. She then started to speak. Izuku's eyes were wide when he saw the two women that were going to fight come into the ring, bit the of them wearing a tank top, shorts, and boxing shoes.
The one on the right side of the ring had long, slick hair tied in a brand bun. Black eyes, and a determinated look on her face, Ready to knock a few teeths. Her tank top was black like her opponent's, but her shorts and shoes had a tone of red-violet with white details, and her boxing gloves were black
The one on the right had a brown hair short hair. Completely shaved on the sides and back, having only at the top of her head. Her gloves were a shade between green and blue-sky.
Her shorts were green and her shoes were black at the sole. She had a frog tattoo on her shoulder and printed on her shorts. Like her opponent's, she was ready to knock someone out.
"BOX!" The referee shouted, crossing her arms, and moving away from the two women, ready to fight.
For the next ten minutes, Izuku felt an feeling he hasn't felt for a while now: EXCITEMENT. Seeing both of the fight with so much of all their might, willing to win at all cost. He didn't knew who to cheer for. Too bad he was not there to actually shout for excitement. Both women doing things he wished he could.
The next thing he knows, he blinked and the eight rounds were already over. "WHAT?! THAT'S IT?" He was incredulous about it! It was getting so good!
"Ohh, the referee is going to tell who's the winner!". Both women stood side by side with the referee, as she read the paper, saying the amount of points they accumulated during the fight. All for how much of good display of the moves, how many times they've fell (temporarily). In the end, both of them were with a very swollen faces and eyes. A bit of blood coming out of the brown haired one mouth's.
"It's a tie!" the referee said
"WHAAAT?!" Izuku shouted, discredited for this "AW C'MON!"
"ooh~ That's something we weren't waiting for! Due to this unexpected result, we will have to extend this fight to the ninth round!" The narrator announced. She had a exciting voice that she could barely contain.
The next round was the last one. Both girls in their neutral spot. The black haired one on the left of the ring, and the brunette on the right side of the ring. Both of them stretching, getting ready for this decisive finale. Izuku shouted at that.
In the end...
"BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN!"
"WHAAAT?!" Both girls were about the give a punch on each other, but, the coincidence were too much. Both of them hit themselves at the same time. the one from the right with a jab, and the other one on the left with a hook.
"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME-" Midoryia came to a halt on his shout when a knocking on the ceiling startled him.
"KEEP IT DOWN, DOWN THERE!"
"Sorry!" He shouted back. The show ended and it was tie that was not gonna be solved. A tight feeling around his neck, that was giving him another kind of hope. Was it?
It's all about strength. Will. Determination. Dedication. And an unshakable mind of steel to carry on, no matter how many blows he took. He looked at the TV, and then, something on him lit up again. Hope. This could make things different this could change who he was, what he does, and where he could end in life. Healthy, wealthy, and strong. He was sure he could do it. This, is when he'll show the world, that he was not useless.
That he was not, a Deku
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"Class dismissed" The teacher said, getting up from her desk, with a stack of papers in her hands from the test the class had. Like ever, Izuku had scored the one-hundred on it. Said boy, as soon she said that, packed his things and then, darted out of the class and school in quick walking steps.
Katsumi did let that slide today. She wasn't feeling to beat someone up for nothing.
He walked around the city looking for the location that he wrote on the paper "I wonder where it is..." he thought, walking around the city. He had no one to wait for him home, so, even if took him all day, he didn't had time to come back.
It took him around 20 minutes of walk and a few checks on the phone to make sure he was on the right direction, and then, he reached there.
He was nervous, no wonder.
But seeing the name, was already like staring at death itself.
"No wonder..." He said as he looked up to the sing of the building. He did research about boxing, before making this kind of decision.
He knew he was gonna get much more beaten than he already does. But, this time, is because he wants to, and is willing to win because of it.
"She was a champion until forty years ago..." He was already shaking on spot before even opening the door "Oh man, should I give up?"
"...Id?..."
"Maybe I should think more about it?"
"...Ki..."
"Should I give up? And just continue to be me?"
"...KID..."
"Huh? Someone's calling me-" He looked up and was met face to face with *bonk* of an elderly woman's cane.
"KID! ARE YOU LISTENING?!" She shouted "Gosh, and here I'm thinking that I was going deaf!"
"I-i-i'm so so-sorry!" He bowed before her "I w-was lost in m-m-my thoughts, and I didn't not-t-ticed you there, M-Miss-" he stopped when he saw who she was. Eyes widened, his cheeks got red from embarrassment "OHMYGOD, I'M SO SORRY MISS KAMOGAWA!" he got in his knees, and bowed until his forehead was on the floor.
The former Female boxing champion was just standing right in front of him.
"Relax kid, I saw how nervous and thoughtful you just were a few secs ago" she said turning back and going inside the building "Are you gonna come in, or what?" She turned back to the teen.
"Yes ma'am!" He rushed inside behind her.
Inside the building, was what the boy was expecting. His heart races due to the feeling of his skin being too tight on his body. It was a large hall. No more than ten training, punching bags, doing abdominal, crouching, throwing punches in the air–why tho? He thought–and some doing friendly sparring.
"I e-e-expected mo-more people in h-here" He said looking around
"Boxing is not like it used to be before, young-un. Since the rise of the heroes, this is being just an... Like they say 'A side intense training'." He kept walking until she stopped at her office door "No one takes this as a real sport anymore"
Midoryia looked back at the people that were still training "These people, are the total of people in all town that still want to give boxing a try." He looked back at her, and the door was open "I know why you're here. Come in so we can talk."
The door closed and few of the training students were wondering what that boy was doing there. They weren't disgusted, angry or anything about him being here, they were just wondering why.
Inside the office, Izuku saw something that lived up to the Kamogawa name. The golden belt. It says "Winner of the Japan National Boxing Tournament"
"W-wow..." Midoryia muttered, seeing his reflex at the belt
"If I were only forty years younger" The older woman said as she was writing on the paper.
Izuku just sat down Infront of her, with an awkward air around them, that Izuku seemed to be the only one feeling it, while Sra Kamogawa didn't. When she finished writing on the paper,she handed it to the boy, that first was confused until he read it.
Basic Weekly Training
–5 kilometers run;
–3 sets of 30 push ups
–5 sets of abdomen workout (any Included)
–five minutes of shoulder weight lifting
–three minutes rest
Surprise hit him like a truck "J-j-just like that?!" He looked at the woman that kept a serious face. She didn't tear her eyes away from his. This was getting him uneasy.
"Yes. If you manege to keep up with this set of workouts for two months, then I'll start teaching you how to box" She crossed her arms.
"I'm cheering or you kid..." she thought, for the first time. After so many years of coaching, she never saw someone like him with so much determination shining on his eyes.
"If you don't..." she turned her chair around, looking away from him "Then you don't need to bother coming back"
The sound of an chair being dragged backwards was heard, and then, the voice of Izuku said "Don't worry! I'll prove you I'm worth your time!" She looked back and saw him bowing with the paper still in hands "I'll prove you that I can do it, Miss Kamogawa!"
"Good kid, now get out of here" she shoo-ed him, still not looking back at him.
"Ok!" And then, he ran out of the room, and back to his appointment. The door of the main hall of the gym closer and everyone saw the boy run away with a confident look on his face. Miss Kamogawa came out of the room right after, everyone was looking at her with a confused eyes at her.
She just nodded slowly and everyone sighed an shook their heads. This was just another deluded child, thinking it was an easy path, but in reality it wasn't. Most of them thought that he was gonna give up easily after the challenge given to him after all, Kamogawa was not an easy-going coach.
Or so they thought?
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Back at the apartment, Izuku Midoryia was looking at his laptop looking for a few exercises to do. Abdomen workout Included any at all. He saw a few of them, Crunch abs (rise his legs in the air and pull his torso forward), elbow to knees (Normal abs, but he'd need to touch his elbows in his opposite knees when he'd pull up), window wiper (Rise legs in the air and swing them to side-to-side), and the old and normal one.
He got a hold of how to do a few of them, and he had already a few things he could use as weights for the shoulder weight lifting exercises. The runs, he'd do it at the end of the day.
"Although..." He muttered with a towel around his neck–he hasn't started yet– and a water bottle in his hand, while the paper on the other "The run, I'm supposed to do after all of the others exercises, and while I have school for the whole morning to the 5:50 PM, I only have the time for the run, forward until night..."
He rubbed his chin, until an ideas came to him "What if I double the run? How about 10 kilometers run?" He remembered when he saw a few older women doing a night run, and how they'd thing that the cold breeze and fresh air at the time was good.
"But I might have a hard time at school and not wake up at the time..." This was problem. But no! It doesn't matter! He'll make it fit with his schedule and work with it! He isn't giving up, not after all he've been through!
"Ok, let's get it started!"
He laid flat on the floor, and started doing his abdomen workout.
Hoo boy, the first two days, he swore he'd die. He could swear that he saw his mom on the other side.
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Two weeks later, Deku had already a few changes on him. He didn't had any muscles or things like that, but he felt like each night was well-rest, he had more resistance against Bakugou assaults on him, and he was running faster.
Right now, it was 8:32 PM, and he was doing the night jog. It sure was more comfortable to do at this time. There wasn't many people at the streets (both safe/dangerous(๑•﹏•) ) and he had ease for focusing on his task.
Another week had passed by, and he could already see a few differences from before. Looking at the mirror while shirtless, he saw the he was more scrawny, but with side abs and lower abs packs growing. He got content with it, and something else.
His shoulders seemed to be bigger than before, and the trapezius muscles had grown as a result of shoulder lifts. Was that a vein popping up?
One month and a half later, Izuku was completely different. Short hair on the sides but a still a bit fluffy on top–a side cut hairstyles–almost like when he still had his bush-like hair. His chest was sure bigger, but not buffed, his triceps and biceps were a bit bigger due to the push-ups, his legs were thicker 'cause of the run, and he sure did grow a few three inches. He did sure looked tired but he kept going.
He was obviously–tho I he didn't notice since he's too much OBLIVIOUS– starting to be eyed by a few girls around class.
Katsumi did sure noticed that already.
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"Is this Deku trying to be better than me?!" She thought enraged, looking at him getting all muscle-ed up, and all, getting taller, and everything.
He still looked like the wimp and defenseless boy she knew he was.
But this was still no reason for him try and act better than her! He was no one important.
He'll never be!
Her grip was too much for her poor small pencil that it broke in half.
He was just a Deku!
The few students around her shifted a few inches away from her, as they saw small explosions for at the palm of her hands
When she becomes a hero, she'll show him. He will be at her knees, begging her!
Her anger started to shift to an uncontrollable lust, as she grins, and gives him a side eye, and her red eyes get a shape of an bloody pink heart.
He'll be hers, and only hers.
She giggled quietly and looked back at her book, flipping all the pages until it reaches the last one.
A picture.
A picture of she and him, when they were ten. She was at his side, looking away from the camera, while she was doing her "tch" face. Izuku on the other hand was smiling and doing a peace sing with his fingers, his left arm side hugging on her left shoulder, hugging her closer to him.
She giggled a bit louder, her thighs rubbing under the desk and under her skirt.
"Deku, Deku, Deku... Soon I'll be your Hero... Like I always promised you... And you'll be only mine, till the end of time..."
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Going back home, Izuku was walking under the bridge he always did, and looked back at the sun set in the horizon, making the sky orange and yellow, with a mix of red and pink.
It was surely beautiful, he thought.
He walked upstairs to his apartment, and started to do his new daily routine of exercise. Since he was getting an results of his efforts, he was always making it difficult, so then he would surpass the limits and get even better at it. He was sure he was getting somewhere with this, and he didn't plan on stopping now.
After doing a few squats and stretching, he picked up his water bottle, and started doing exercises.
Two hours later, he opened the door and went for his run. White tank-top sleeveless shirt tucked in his sweatpants, and his loyal red shoes.
And this went on for the end, until he completed his two month challenge.
"I won't stop! I'll become a champion! I WILL MAKE IT MY FATE, AND NO ONE ELSE WILL BE ABLE TO RE-WRITE IT!"
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There he was again, at the Kamogawa Boring Gym. He did it. He had completed the full training, and he was ready to take it to the core, and get into the harder path. He knew that this whole build-workout was the start, so, he wasn't backing down was ready, physically and mentally. He knew that the blows were gonna do some damage to him, but, what are some punches close to what he had experienced through his 17 years?
He slid open the door, and there was Miss Kamogawa waiting for him "You really didn't back down, huh?" She started checking his body, touching everywhere. She made sure to touch all of his muscles
"Hm..."
"S-s-something wr-wrong?" He asked nervously.
"I was expecting less with the list I recommended you..." She looked up to him "Let me guess, you made the exercises harder when they were getting easy?"
He nodded.
"Huh... Now I've seen it all..." She turned around, and pulled him inside the Gym by the collar of his shirt with her cane.
Everyone was actually surprised to see the boy back. All eyes were on him, no exceptions. All the women that were training just stopped and were now looking at the new member. A boy.
"Everyone, welcome your new gym sibling..." She stopped and darted her eyes back at him "What's your name kid?"
Midoryia just deadpanned at that. He bowed, and then, started "Nice to meet you all. My name is Izuku Midoryia! I hope we can work out with no problems, and I hope you all teach me!" He rose again "I really want to give my best, so, Take Care Of Me!"
"Enough now kid. Let's get you started"
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He got a a pain of gloves in his hands, and was looking nervously around, while he was waiting for Miss Kamogawa come back, while she was in the gym closet, looking for the target-gloves. He was sitting at an small batch, and looking around, observing everyone. How their bodies moved when executing the moves, punches, blows, and defense.
He was really good at doing this. Observing. This was one of his many attributes. For this very specific reason, he was always able to watch heroines do their job and he even had book with their quirks. Each page or two for analysis, how they could improve, and much more. New moves, defenses, how get fast, deliver moves with easy, and much more.
Didn't took long for him to flinch and get snapped out of his train of thoughts when he heard someone punch a punching bag intensely. The poor thing was shaking, bending and twisting, and swinging forth, back, and to one side to another. He'd watch mouth hung, and with surprised eyes. He was surely very easily impressed by something that someone else could do. He was imagining how he would look like if he was at their level or higher. How'd he feel? How'd it feel?
He's gonna have to work harder for it!
"Hey Kid!" The older woman called out while she was in a clear area "Let's start. We need to get you working on these arms and legs."
"Yes Ma'am!"
He got set with his gloves, and so did the former Female champion.
She raised her gloves and instructed him "If you want to give a really strong punch, it's not about just hit your opponent. There's a whole mechanic to this. You see, the strength is about your whole body. It doesn't seem, but you'll use your whole body at once when you're punching and hitting." He got set in a fighting stance, and the, she was moving her hips in a circular motion, her left leg Infront, and the right behind her "You see, this whole thing works like this: You'll need to move your hips in a circular motion, and keep your stronger leg behind to give it impulse to the body. And when you do the whole thing together while you are about to throw the punch, the hidden strength you have will come to the surface"
Izuku listened attentively to all of her instructions, surprised at how she'd do it easy. He was really lucky, or really screwed.
"Now try yourself." She raised the glove and said "Now use all I said to hit this glove. Don't hold back!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
He got in the stances and slowly was connecting everything she said together. He hasn't hit the glove yet; just adjusting to full combo for the hit. He Looked at his legs, the right one behind, and the left in front, them to the glove.
"Now!"
What happened next was... Intriguing for those who were watching, surprising to the old woman, and amazing to Izuku himself.
Everything was in slow motion to him. He moved forward, used his right leg behind him to give impulse, spun his hip, that as a consequence, the torso did the same, and when he stretched out his arm with his fist clenched tightly, and stretched it all out, using his strength and all his might, and then, he landed a punch on the glove.
But, what he felt was different. The next thing he know, is Miss Kamogawa stumbling back, with her right arm in the air, bending all the way back, and a extremely surprised look on her face, and falling to her but on the floor.
The greenette looked at her with a confused look, and then, a worried one on took care of his face, as he went to help her. "Miss Kamogawa! Are you ok?! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit so hard, but I don't know where it came from!"
He kept apologizing to her, but it all was empty words to the woman's ears. Her eyes were wide, mouth hanging in a small gape of shock, and her right hand where the boy hit, hurting like hell.
She sure hasn't seen someone like him, with so much potential in a looong time
"it's such a destructive power..." She looked up to the teenager that was helping her getting up"Yeah, I'm gonna need to get harder on him for sure"
She smirked, and got up, dusting herself "Good one kid... You really do have potential"
The greenette looked at her, a mix of confusion and concern in his face. Then he backed away a bit.
The woman looked at him seriously "This is the kind of strength and persistence I want from you! Make it have the same weight as your punches"
She laid a hand on his shoulder "I haven't said this in while, but I want you to keep this in mind, Midoryia" She looked right in his eyes "You have the potential to become a champion. Do not give up"
The boy smiled, and nodded, but it was quickly wiped away with his serious face taking place.
"I will... I will prove you that I'll be a champion!".
Mentally, she thanked Izuku for getting her hopes high again.
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Later at night, he was laying on his bed, and looked at his ceiling and the fan spinning on it. His mind wasn't thinking of nothing important that kept him away, but, he was just mentally talking to his mom "Hey mom... I'm here to speak with you again..."
"So, remember when I always said that I wanted to be a hero? I think I got something better on my mind for now..."
A bit of mental silence...
"So, I'm thinking of taking a path that's gonna hurt a lot, but, I feel that maybe this way, I'm gonna be the number one on something..."
Again, silence...
"I still think from time to time on being a hero, but, let me be honest? I'm scared of what people will think of me. This whole sexism thing over men, it makes with think twice on it"
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"So, if for now I can't be the number one hero, for now, I'll make sure to be the number one champion"
"I'll make sure that I'm gonna hold that golden belt on my hands, and show that I'm the number one!
"I'll be the number one" It was not a promise, or a statement. He was spitting up facts.
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It was the last day of High school. Izuku was looking at his paper, that said what he wanted to be for the future. The teacher threw the papers in the air when she said the she already knew what everyone wanted to be for the future: Heroines, but, she didn't knew what Izuku Midoryia wanted.
But of course, this day, had the get dramatic. Or at least, try to be dramatic
"So, Midoryia," The teacher in the front spoke, looking at him with a grin, eyes of someone who wanted chaos "I've heard from around that you intend to try applying to U.A.?"
Katsumi eyes budged out of her sockets with rage and fury. She was about to get up, and confront this useless nerd about not trying to do so, but
"I'm sorry, but it's not true"
This simple answer caught everyone off guard. The teacher flinched and backed away a bit from her desk with a shocked look on her face.
Katsumi was suspicious. He wouldn't have given up like this, unless...
"Is it because of how built you're getting?" She suddenly asked, in a arrogant tone "Don't try to play us dumb Deku!"
He looked at her with a worries face, but, no fear in his eyes "What? You didn't knew?" He asked, a bit of eager for it. Bakugou and everyone raised an eyebrow at that.
"I gave up on that a long time ago"
.
Why does it feel like her world was shattered and the floor was swallowing her as an whole? Did she heard that right? Deku gave up? Did it actually worked?
But... She wasn't happy. She wasn't satisfied.
It was supposed for him to keep going. Persist!
He gave up too easily!
WHY DID HE GAVE UP!?
HOW'LL SHE BECOME HIS NUMBER ONE?! HOW'LL SHE HAVE HIM AT HER KNEES?!
LUSTING FOR HER?!
LIVING FOR HER?!
BEING HERS?!
NO NO NO NO! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! HE NEED TO BE A HERO! HE CAN'T!
He just... Can't...
That was not the De... No, that was not the Izuku Midoryia she knew. He is fascinated for heroines. He always wanted to be one himself! He promised that their were going to be a duo. A Pair. A team. Both of them.
And only them...
But what she did wrong? Sure, all the things she said wasn't the best, but, he wouldn't have given up this easily just because of her.
But why?
A tear trickled from her face, running down her cheek, and dripping from her chin
He couldn't leave her alone...
She brought her knees to her face...
He had promised her they would away be together for everything...
Hours later, she hasn't come out of her room. Neither to eat or see her old hag. Mutsuki was not understanding this too. Katsumi crying? That was new... And worrying.
Her mom could hear her wailing from her room upstairs. Yep, this was super worrying.
...
"No... no no no no... I don't think you get it Deku..." Her pink bloody heart eyes shinned on her dark room. Holding her head she started to giggle like a madwoman. She looked at his many photos on the wall. Photos from Deku. Her Deku "Your mine, Izuku Midoryia... And only mine. And if I can have you by my side, then, I'll make sure you come running at me... Or either..."
She took one of the photos on her hand and started to kiss it
"Or either I'll have to go after you myself and get you for myself..."
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Yep, it has been a long time, and I know, but I must say: I might get into a halt for now.
Since I'm on the second year on high school, things might get heavily occupying for me, and I might not have time for the fics.
I hope you all understand
Also, I want to hear from you what you think from this first chapter, my writing and details on the story and scenarios. I really want to improve this, and I want everyone opinion on this
This also includes the characters, personalities, decisions.
Also, I want help. I really have in mind how the fights will go but I don't know to put them on writing, so I'm asking for help
Help for someone who knows how to do it.
That's all for today. Hope you all liked, and enjoyed this brand new start.
See you next time, stay safe much love