A New World

by AgentAurum

Summary:

Darkness. Twisting, coiling darkness. Shadows that ripped and snaked around a pale, broken form. Like the center of a starless, sentient void. Thick black smoke curling into the forms stuttering lungs, choking and tearing through the fragile figure. Before, suddenly, a blinding light.

Or
When an OC loosely based off of myself gets yeeted into MHA during the USJ arc as Midoriya Izuku.

Chapter 1: A New World

Darkness. Twisting, coiling darkness. Shadows that ripped and snaked around a pale, broken form. Like the center of a starless, sentient void. Thick black smoke curling into the forms stuttering lungs, choking and tearing through the fragile figure. Before, suddenly, a blinding light.

Maelstrom De Luca, Mael to his family and friends, was alone. Once, he had his family, and a few choice friends. His mom, Aria De Luca, his ma’ Bella De Luca, and his little sister, Winter De Luca, were his closest confidants. But, sadly to our dear Mael, they died. The day of the accident had been a happy one. He had finally graduated from high school, top of his class might I add, and they’d gone out to celebrate the occasion.

“I’m so proud of you, Mael,” Aria had announced with a bright grin while starting the family car. All Mael could do was smile happily, for what he now feels, was the last time. They had decided beforehand that they would celebrate at Knights Knook, a medieval themed restaurant that just happened to be Mael’s favourite. The dinner had been wonderful. Filled with incredible performances, delicious food, and constant praise for Mael. The drive home, however, was not as kind. The clear, night sky became shrouded in darkness. The moon and stars became enveloped in inky darkness, the roads covered in black curling smoke, and at the center of this dark phenomenon, the De Luca family. The sudden darkness blinded Aria De Luca as a bone deep rumbling surrounded and enclosed the family of four. The smoke swirled, almost mockingly, obscuring sight of the world around them. And the rest was history. A sharp cry, the sound of glass breaking and metal scraping against metal, and then, Darkness.

Now, Mael was alone in many ways. Mentally, emotionally, even spiritually. Physically, however, he very much was not.

As the suffocating darkness gave way to blinding light, so too did the blinding light give way to something new. A false ocean, filled with oddly formed figures. Some with more aquatic based features, such as gills, fins, and even one with a full shark head instead of that of a human. And Maelstrom, confidant, and utterly terrified Maelstrom, was free falling straight towards them without any proper way to save himself.

However, dear reader, there is more that must be known about Maelstrom De Luca, or, more accurately, his home. Mael comes from a world, not too dissimilar from your own, with one minor difference. His world is what you and I might consider, Hell. Now, this isn’t a polite way to say his world sucks, more so to say, it is quite literally what we call Hell, although his people call it Eternus. You see, dear reader, when our world created religion, it saw into Eternus and declared what they saw in it the two afterlives, Heaven and Hell. The upper rings were righteous and nearly divine, full of the upper class. The rich and well off, and so they were declared Heaven. The lower rings, on the other hand, were the slums, filled to the brim with the poor and needy, and so they were declared Hell. So really, Mael hails from our world's version of Heaven as well. Although the inequality between rings has greatly reduced, becoming almost non-existent.

Maelstrom, while not technically human, is as human as you or me. Controlled by all of the emotions that we ourselves feel. And currently, he felt fear. Fear as he fell down to what would surely be his doom. At least, it would be, if not for the long, slightly moist, appendage that wrapped around his torso.

Typically, when one is falling to their death, they become incredibly grateful to anything that prevents their inevitable end, however, in rare circumstances, it becomes entirely acceptable to prefer death over safety. One such instance is when the thing leading to your rescue is a humanoid figure with the features of an amphibian, closely resembling those of a frog. Now, typically the appearance of one's savior does not impact one’s gratefulness, the knowledge that it is their tongue that rescued you however, does call for at least a minor shudder at how gross that might be. This is doubly so when, what can only be described as a goblin with purple grapes for hair, is clinging tightly to the frogish girl who rescues you. As is the case now, as Maelstrom, too panicked to actually ask any real questions, jumps back in fear, promptly slipping on the slick deck of the, artificially damaged, yacht.

“Oww,” Mael groans, rubbing the back of his head while staring upwards at the dome-covered sky, entirely missing the look of hurt on his frogish savior.
“Are you okay, Midoriya?” A croaking voice, devoid of any emotion based inflection, asks out. Despite not recognizing the name, and feeling an odd sensation within his head as the words are spoken, Mael looks at the frog-girl on instinct.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, clearly taking in his surroundings, although almost unconsciously relaxing towards the girl. The girl merely nods while shoving the odd goblin creature away from her.
“Where are we,” He asks, finally gaining his bearings and taking in the situation at hand.
“Looks like, Kero, the shipwreck zone,” The girl answers, completely ignoring the way her speech is interrupted by the croaking, almost as if it were entirely normal for her to do so, which in all honesty, it likely was.
“Right, because that’s an answer,” Mael mumbles, opening his mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by the yacht rocking dangerously as a large wave crashes against the side. “ Right, we don’t really have time for this. How do we get out?”
“We’ll have to fight the villains, Kero,” The girl says, much to the goblin’s utter horror as he lets out a screech of fear.
“But we’ll die!”
Grimacing at the clear cowardice, Mael turns back to the frog girl, frowning as a strand of curly dark green hair falls into his vision. That’s not mine, he thinks, slowly pushing the hair from his face and feeling the dark curls bounce back into place despite his efforts. Mael straightens adjusting the odd blue, red and white workout uniform his, now tan and muscular, form is clothed in.
“I won’t be able to swim in this,” He says, indicating the loose clothing, while looking around the yacht. “Think there’s a change of clothes on this thing?”
“Maybe, U.A. does aim for realism, Kero.”
“Cool, I’ll start looking for some supplies to help us escape,” And with that Mael starts to walk away, only for the yacht to shake as another large wave crashes into its side, thoroughly soaking the three hostages. “Right, we need to hurry and find a change of clothes,” Mael mumbles, rushing below deck.

As Mael crashes through room after room, searching for clothes that would fit him, he finds very little in his new size. The first article of clothing he finds is a pair of black, skin tight, reinforced leggings, the material of which is suspiciously water resistant, based solely on the way the droplets of water seem to glide down them seamlessly after falling from Mael’s soaked form. The next item he finds is a similarly made sleeveless black turtle-neck, with an amusing heart-shaped cut out on the chest, which with the reinforced padding, gives the appearance of Maelstrom possessing a small, but filled, pair of breasts. It would take him some time to understand why that thought did not particularly upset him. The final two articles, he found together. A pair of black and red combat boots, miraculously in his size, also armored and water resistant, as well as a pair of dark purple vambraces, with odd, almost imperceptible, gaps and grooves within their scaled design.

Throughout the frantic search, the yacht continues to suffer the assault of waves. With each passing minute the waves come down faster, before a sudden booming bang fills the air. Now redressed, Mael rushes to the deck, hopeful that the sound was good news.
“What was that?”
“We’re gonna die,” The goblin shouts, terror and fear obvious in his shaking, the frog girl sighs once more before smacking him upside the head with her long tongue.
“The ship’s going down, Kero,” She states, looking across the false ocean critically, “We’ll need you to use your quirk to take down the villains. Can you do it without breaking your bones?”

It takes Mael a moment to realize she’s speaking to him, freezing at the thought of breaking his bones. He sighs, taking a moment to try to understand what she means by ‘quirk’, before feeling something pulsing within him. Focusing on the odd feeling, he breathes, letting the odd energy? trickle through his body, feeling it encircle every inch of him, weaving itself into his skin, then his muscles, his nerves, his organs, and finally his bones. Opening his eyes, he didn’t even know he closed them, a deep, crackling red glow emanates from around him. He can feel the power holding itself back, wanting a release, but keeping itself contained. He doesn’t see as black and red markings slither along his skin, settling like stripes on a tiger. He doesn’t feel as the same black and red energy coats his canines, elongating them into vicious fangs. He feels the power, contained but wild, course through his new form, unknowingly altering it to better match its extreme output.

“I think I can,” he mumbles, unaware of the two looks his companions give him, one of pure terror, the other of unfiltered awe. Before either can respond, or make comment of his new look, he leaps, or more accurately, pounces. His body lingering in the air a moment longer than possible, before he lets loose a roar of power, swinging down his left fist. The force of his punch sending forth a burst of wind, not as strong as his companions had once seen this body achieve, but powerful enough to cause a whirlpool within the false sea. Energy coalesces around his hand, the black and red shadow-like power forming deadly claws around each of his fingers as he falls once more. Before he can make due with another, potentially lethal, strike, his frog-like companion once more grabs him with her tongue, leaping across the water and towards the shore. All the while the goblin looking boy in her arms throws the odd purple orbs he calls hair into the water. As they reach shore, the claws and patterns recede from Mael’s body, disappearing with the glow of power he once held.
“Fuck, that was tiring,” The gasp at his words brought him back to reality as his companions look at him like he’s a different person, which he is, but they don’t know that. Before more can be said however, a loud screech echoes across the building, directly from the center fountain just a few yards away from them. The three peer through the bushes in front of them, only to see what could only be described as an inhuman creature shattering the arm of a man in a black jumpsuit with a grey-ish white scarf.
“Aizawa-Sensei,” The frog-girl croaks out quietly, fear creeping into her voice for the first time since Mael had met her. Before any of them can react, a figure covered in decaying hands rushes towards them, hand outstretched to grab the girl by the face. As the flaking hand of the villain makes contact, fear coils within the three children, because, belatedly, that’s exactly what Mael realizes they are, children. The three prepare for the worst, only to be frozen by a dark, raspy chuckle.
“You really are cool, Eraserhead,” The cyan haired villain says, looking behind him to see Aizawa forcing his head up with a singular glowing red eye. In that moment, thoughts rush throughout Mael’s mind. Thoughts that don’t belong to him. Thoughts fueled with rage at the cyan haired man. Rage for hurting Aizawa. Rage for attacking what was clearly a school trip. But, perhaps most importantly, Rage for directly attacking a child while praising an adult for stopping him.

The RAGE he felt grew stronger, until the power from before came coursing forth, and with it came the claws and patterns. And then he moved. Faster than the hand covered man could see. Faster than the monstrous behemoth that attacked Aizawa could respond. And faster than he ever moved before. His claws, sharp and menacing, carved into the side of the cyan haired man, tearing forth a scream of agony. The behemoth moved to defend its master, but Mael was already gone. Striking the villain from behind his claws tore through the man’s back, barely missing his spine.
“Nomu- Protect m-” He could not finish as tendrils of black and red shadows erupted from the patterns on Mael’s arms, vying for purchase on the behemoths form, tearing and ripping away as the creature shrieked in pain, its limbs regrowing, only to be torn apart again and again. The villains' screams grew louder as Mael tore through him, attacking like a wild animal, the only sign any thought went into each strike being the careful precision to avoid any vital spot.

Before anyone, or anything, could react to the sudden ferocity at which Mael attacked, a loud thunderous Boom echoed throughout the building once more, followed by a deep and almost menacing voice, “Fear not, for I AM HE-” The voice cuts out at the horrifying scene, before, in a sudden blur, the new figure rushes forwards, and restrains Mael’s violent attacks. Unable to stop as a misty vortex consumes the bloodied villain, disappearing without a word. Mael rages against the form, a feral snarl on his face as he lunges after the spot the villain once was, the tendrils of shadow now completely still as the Nomu lies broken and unhealing.
“My boy- Young Midoriya, it’s alright. You’re safe now.”

Chapter 2

Mael was starting to get used to darkness, twisting shadows, dark, almost crimson, red lightning flashing throughout the near infinite expanse. A woman, clothed in a black jumpsuit with white costumed boots, a red waist cape, a red shoulder cape, and large yellow gloves, stood within the void, looking directly at Mael, her lips moved and yet, only muffled sound came out, drowned out by overwhelming power. The visage began to fade, like waking from a dream, before a singular word was made clear, “Tenth”.

 

What Mael next knew was the blinding white of a medical suite, and the looming figure of a frail, almost skeletal, blond man.

“Young Izuku,” the skeletal man bolts upright, far quicker than his form should allow, “You’re awake!”

Mael, or based on the name the man addressed him by, Izuku, was strangely comforted by the man's presence, likely due to whatever connection the two had before it was Mael in control of this body.

“What-” Mael breathes in, collecting his thoughts, before he continues, “What happened?” The man shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the answer he must give. A tired sigh escapes him, the baritone of his voice lowering to a bass, before the words tumble from his lips.

“You lost control, my boy,” He sighs again, clearly debating his next words, "While justified, and technically beyond your control, you brutally mutilated one of the villains, and killed another. The hand villain, who your classmates and teacher have stated to go by Shigaraki, escaped before you could strike the final blow. And the Nomu, was thankfully revealed to be genetically engineered.” A dark silence hangs in the room, “My boy, you must understand, while justified, what you did crossed many lines, and broke many laws. You acted in a heroic sense with your quirk, without a license or permission from a pro. You executed a villain. And you utilized excessive force with the intent to kill. Frankly, the only reason there aren’t any handcuffs on you, is because Nezu is preventing it.”

 

The world seems to shift behind the man’s words, like a specific reaction is being awaited. That reaction never comes.

“I was defending myself and a group of children from an attack of numerous superpowered beings, how does that warrant me being in any legal trouble? Also, I have no memory of attacking anybody with intent to kill. Hurt? Sure. Disarm? Absolutely. But kill? No,” Mael states, the comfort once received by the man’s presence now replaced with an odd tenseness, “I will not feel sorry, nor will I be punished, for defending myself and a bunch of kids. I attacked with the ferocity needed to immobilize and incapacitate a clear threat to not only my safety, but the safety of others.” 

 

It’s in that moment that the man looks on in pride, clear, unfiltered, pride. Not for the actions done, but for the determination and concise reasoning behind them. Before much else can be said between the two, the door creaks open, and a short, elderly woman enters the room.

“Good, you’re awake,” The woman mutters, walking towards the two of them, her face the picture of confusion. “Now, we should discuss your condition,” She continues, “You’ve suffered a mild concussion, nothing severe there thankfully. You also fell unconscious from quirk exhaustion, which is to be expected, seeing as you had a quirk awakening.”

“I had a what?”

“Right, I suppose it makes sense that you would find that concerning. In all honesty, I find it concerning as well, due to the nature and origin of your quirk. Before we delve into that, however, we should finish discussing your current condition. You have stress fractures throughout your entire body, due to the strain of your quirk. And, finally, you have suffered minor physical mutations from overusing your quirk.” At her words, Mael looks down and sees the almost white stripes peaking out from under the bandages covering his sore arms.

“Is- Is it just the patterns?” A wince from the blond man is all the answer Mael needs, with a hesitant motion he reaches for the empty silver tray beside him, hands shaking as he lifts it. A small gasp escapes him as he looks at his reflection. His eyes shine with red and black flecks contrasting against the emerald irises. His hair laced with long black strands of shadow, bringing his dark green curls to an almost black, reaching down to his shoulders in waves. His canines now fang-like within his mouth. The patterns on his arms reaching up and over his face, coming down from his scalp to above his left eye, as more spread from his neck to his right cheek.

“From what we can tell, the stripes spread across the entirety of your body,” The woman states, looking at him apologetically.

 

The room remains silent as the woman checks over Mael, ensuring no other injuries escaped her notice. Throughout the examination, Mael managed to discover their names without rousing suspicion, the woman he learned was The Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl, or Shūzenji Chiyo, the nurse for the high school Mael, or Izuku to everyone else, is attending. The man was revealed to be All Might, or Yagi Toshinori, a teacher at the school, the number one pro hero and Japan’s Symbol of Peace, he was also revealed as Izuku’s, and now Mael’s, mentor and pseudo father figure. Halfway through the examination, Yagi had to step away, an excuse of checking on his coworkers Aizawa Shota, The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead, and Kurose Anan, The Space Hero: Thirteen, both of which were injured during the attack on the USJ. Towards the end of the examination a soft, hesitant knock rings from the door, before a short brunette peaks her head through the now open entryway.

“Sorry to bother, I just wanted to check on Deku,” The girl states, fully stepping into the room, “Tsu said he’d be here still, and I just finished giving my statement to the detectives.” She looks around the room in confusion, her brown hair bobbing as she tilts her head, “Did he already leave?”

“If you mean Midoriya, he’s right in front of you, Uraraka,” Shūzenji states, going back to filing the required forms to clear Mael from her office.

 

It takes her a moment to recognize Mael’s form, the clear mutations making him look like an entirely different person, but when she does, she rushes him. Before Mael can respond, he's dragged into a hug by the slightly shorter individual.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you, Deku! You look like a girl in that outfit,” She joked with a small laugh, almost missing the odd look Mael gained at the comment. “Where did you find that anyway?” Her head tilts again, oddly reminding Mael of an excitable puppy.

“Found it in the shipwreck zone, I think that’s what it’s called. My clothes got soaked through, so I had to improvise,” He answers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, it looks pretty comfortable,” She says with a grin, already noting how casually Mael wears the obviously feminine clothing. Mael blushes slightly before giving a small nod at her comment.

“The fabric is pretty soft, and surprisingly durable. The only actual complaint I have is the hole in the chest.”

“You mean the boob window,” She teases, gaining a deeper blush from him. She checks him out, fully taking in the outfit on him, her smile growing despite his fidgeting, “It looks good on you though, boob window included.”

 

After a few more minutes of teasing from the girl, Shūzenji finally clears him to go home, already pushing the two out of her office, and right into the frog-girl from before.

“Tsu! Did you finish giving the detectives your statement,” Uraraka asks, eyes practically glowing upon seeing the girl.

“I did, Kero,” She nods, turning to look at Mael as she continues, “I’m glad that you seem to be doing okay. I wanted to thank you for protecting me, I can’t imagine what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“Oh- I didn’t really do much, I honestly don’t even remember much towards the end, or the beginning,” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t even know what I’ll tell the detectives.”

“Didn’t Recovery Girl tell you? You don’t need to give your statement, because me and Minetta already gave them the information they needed, Kero. That’s why I’m still here.”

“Well, enough about the scary stuff,” Uraraka interrupts before Mael can respond, “How about we talk about how cute Deku looks in this outfit,” She gestures wildly at the outfit, once more earning a dark blush from Mael.

“You do look good in that outfit, Kero. You’re quite lucky you found it.”

“I- I really don’t look that good,” Mael stammers, hands waving frantically in his face, “Besides, I’m a guy, I shouldn’t be wearing something like this.” Neither girl misses the almost disappointed tone his voice takes at those words. Sharing a look, both nod before grabbing Mael by each arm and lightly dragging him with them.

“Wh- Where are we going?” 

“We are going to find Jiro, she should be able to help you realize something,” Uraraka states, continuing her almost destructive march, not allowing Mael any chance to resist.

 

They traverse the entire main building before they encounter Jiro, a short girl with purple hair and odd headphone jacks connected to her earlobes, sitting in an outside courtyard speaking with a taller girl with raven black hair tied into a spiked ponytail.

“Jiro, Momo,” Uraraka shouts, gaining their attention, as she quickly shoves Mael onto the bench space beside the shorter girl and sitting on his other side, effectively blocking him in. “We need your help Jiro,” She states, staring directly at the purplette.

“Sure, dude. Who’s she,” Jiro asks, an earjack pointing directly at Mael, earning a small yelp and fervent blush from him.

“It’s Midoriya,” Mael mumbles, hoping he’s right that this is a person Izuku has met.

“Oh! Shit, sorry for not recognizing you dude, although, for what is probably your first time being girl mode in public, you look good,” She smiles, unaware of the dilemma she just caused.

“I’m not in ‘girl mode’,” Mael pouts slightly, unseeing to the slight blush both Jiro and Momo gain at the look, “My gym uniform got soaked through, and I needed a change of clothes.”

“Then why the hair extensions,” The other girl, Momo, asks.

“Those are mutations from my quirk. I had an awakening,” Mael says simply, trying desperately to understand why Uraraka and Tsu dragged him to meet with the two, frankly gorgeous, girls.

“Anyway, we need help,” Uraraka interrupts, before suddenly gaining a serious look, “Jiro, we need you to convince Deku that it’s okay for him to wear clothes like this.”

Notes:

The next chapter is here!
I want to make it clear now to avoid confusion, Mael will gain Izuku's memories through OFA and it's bs, and yes the quirk and vestiges recognize Mael as the tenth holder, not the ninth, which is why he has access to the past holders quirks a bit sooner, even if only the vestiges know that.

The patterns on Mael are a lot like the patterns on Rumi from KPDH if you've seen that.

Chapter 3

“Well dude, you’re asking the right person, but the wrong favour,” Jiro states, much to Uraraka’s confusion. “I can’t convince Greenie here to just be okay with femme clothes, it took me a while too.”

“What do you mean too,” Mael asks, completely baffled by the statement.

“You didn’t know? Dude I thought everyone knew! It’s not like I hide that I’m trans.”

“Trans?”

The four girls look at Mael in surprise, his genuine confusion slightly shocking them as they each share a look between themselves.

“You do know what trans means, right Deku?”

“Y’know, dude, when someone is assigned one gender at birth, but later realizes that it doesn’t quite fit them,” Jiro explains, silently hoping that, who she believes is, Midoriya isn’t being raised by a bigot. 

“I, Do you mean Metomorphi? What does that have to do with me wearing girl clothes?”

“Meta-what? Y’know nevermind, Dekuism later. You do know that if you’re more comfortable in feminine clothes, you’re allowed to wear them, right Deku?

Mael stills at the words, giving the other four pause, before a slight dawning appears on their face.

“I, I did not consider that.”

The look of disbelief on Mael’s face made clear to the others as they slowly piece together the issues of their past. All the times they out right refused to acknowledge the almost, at least in Eternus, masculine sounding Maelstrom. All the times they stared just a bit too long at a dress in a shop window. Or every time they envied their little sister for all of the outfits she got, while they were stuck with incredibly plain clothes. And, in all honesty, every time their moms looked at them in concern when any societal norm was brought up. Yes, in that very moment, Mael realized who she is.

 

“I… I am so incredibly dense.”

“Ya’ think? Any idea on what we should call you, or would Deku still be fine?”

The tilt of Uraraka’s head once more reminds Mael of a puppy, adorable, yet over energetic. Although the question does bring forth many thoughts of her past life, one singular memory sticks out. The day her best friend came out as rhés, or in our terms genderfluid, Mael had learned of her ancestry, or more specifically, her relation to the greatest queen of Eternus’ 3rd ring, Kassandra. Queen of Devinus, She who was above man.

 

Mael, no, Kassandra, knew the answer to Uraraka’s question, and yet, she was afraid, afraid of what might happen if she were to accept such a drastic change, despite being in the body of another. As if sensing her fears Jiro lightly gripped Kassandra’s hand, allowing for her to take a moment to breathe.

“Kassandra, it-it means a lot to me.”

“Any nicknames allowed, or would you prefer just the full name? I know I was kinda iffy on nicknames when I first started transitioning,” Jiro asks, careful not to overwhelm the newly realized girl.

“Yeah, yeah nicknames are fine,” Kassandra answers, feeling more comfortable with the thought.

 

The five girls sit there for a short amount of time, allowing the newest one among their ranks the chance to settle into the most recent change in her life. Before long Kassandra sits a bit straighter, clearly more confident in her decision, and as she opens her mouth to speak, a new voice interrupts.

“Excuse me girls? I was wondering if any of you have seen my son,” A short, plump woman with light green hair in a half up half down ponytail, starts, “I was told he’d be somewhere around here, his name is Izuku.” 

The way the woman’s hands shake in clearly restrained nerves, likely anxiety from the attack their class had just suffered earlier that day, makes all five  of them feel incredible guilt. Kassandra especially, now that she remembers that this ‘Izuku’ had a family and friends that won’t ever know he’s gone.

 

Slowly, with shaking shoulders, Kassandra rises from her spot. Once more she prepares to speak, and once more the woman interrupts her, although this time not with words. The woman, Izuku’s mother, now Kassandra’s mother, crashes into her with incredible force, crushing her in a tight, almost suffocating hug. The woman pulls back, just enough to look into Kassandra’s eyes, and smiles brightly.

“Oh sweetheart! I’m so glad you’re safe,” Her smile never dies as she takes in the full, slightly trembling, form before her, “You look so beautiful, you’re father will be so happy to hear you’ve developed fangs like him, he was so sad when your baby teeth came in and you didn’t have any.”

“You, you aren’t upset?”

“Oh, baby. I’ve told you this since you were born, I will always love you. Whether you’re my son, my daughter, or everything in between,” The woman, her Mom, lets out a watery chuckle, “You always try to save me baby, but it’s my job to save you. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Now, what do I call my child?”

“Kassandra,” she pauses, her mind racing a mile a minute, “if, if you could.”

 

Her mom hugs her tightly, so tightly that, for a moment, Kassandra swears brief flashes of every time this woman has hugged this form, races through her mind.

 

It isn’t long before the two of them leave, taking the short walk to the train station. As the two approach their apartment, they settle into a comfortable silence, having exhausted any conversation they might have. Kassandra enters her new room, thankfully marked by a name plate styled after her new mentor, and is promptly bombarded with numerous images of his face. With a heavy sigh, she begins to organize the room, taking down some of the more excessive pieces of merchandise, while also cleaning up the small amount of trash spread throughout the room.

 

After a short time, Kassandra, no longer able to find distractions from her situation, begins to think, almost subconsciously pulling down a fresh notebook from her desk and starts to write. 

I’m clearly in a different reality. Whatever brought me here likely swapped my mind with Izuku, and seeing as I was on the brink of death… On a different note, according to everything I know and understand about metomorphi, or transgenderism in this place, it’s highly likely that Izuku was as well. I should try my best to start using this world's terminology as well, I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself. It’s possible that my original body survived, and Izuku is trapped in Eternus with no idea where they are, but there is no way to be sure.

I should look into learning more about what that strange woman from my dream meant, and everything she was trying to say. Yagi, All Might, said I was the ninth holder of this power I have, I think he called it One for All? Maybe that’s what she meant? She might have known I’m not Izuku, and thus am not the ninth holder, but the tenth. Or maybe she felt I should look for a tenth holder to succeed me. Kassandra sighs once more, before she continues to write. Shūzenji, Recovery Girl, recommended I design a new costume for my heroics class. Something to better aid the changes to my body. I’ll probably utilize the outfit I found in the shipwreck zone as a base, I’ll figure something out. I should also look into this world’s history. I don’t want to be caught off guard by anything, and I honestly don’t think I would be able to sleep much anyway. One for All, I think Recovery Girl said it was officially listed as Superpower? I feel like there’s more to it. The energy I felt at the USJ is still there, and feels more intertwined with me now. Maybe a result of the quirk awakening? Something to look into.

The girls told me I need to let them help me get a new wardrobe, I guess they’ve seen some of Izuku’s outfits. Can’t say I disagree with their sentiment, Izuku sucked at fashion. Jiro kept mentioning someone named Bakugo? I think that was his name at least. Mom basically said he’s Izuku’s cousin, so my cousin I guess. But from the looks the other girls gave me, he isn’t their favourite person. I think I heard Jiro mumble something about him being too loud? He’s in our class, so I’ll be meeting him on Monday.

It’s just my luck that the day I graduate from high school is the same day I die and get sent to a body that’s just starting it. I should probably start my research now, I’ll be going shopping with the girls tomorrow. I just hope Momo, she said only the girls really get to call her that so yay, wasn’t being serious when she said she would buy me an entire wardrobe. I don’t want her to think people only like her for her money, she’s incredibly smart and beautiful, and I’ve only actually met her once!

 

With one last sigh Kassandra puts away the notebook, glad that she wrote in Eternian, before grabbing every notebook she could find that was labeled with typical school subjects, and a few that were just about heroes. Glancing at the All Might themed digital clock on her new desk, she frowns at the time.

“Seven-Thirty Nine? I didn’t think I was writing for that long,” She looks at her stack of notebooks, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Notes:

Not my favourite chapter, but this transition chapter was definitely needed.
I chose the name Kassandra for Izuku/Mael purely because it's pretty and I like Greek myths.
I am of a firm belief that OFA is an energy stockpile, and so would give the effects of excess energy. This includes difficulty focusing, inability to sit still, and over all, the common effects of ADHD, with the added benefit of needing less sleep. There is absolutely no way that a strength stockpile would give some of the effects that OFA gives, and that isn't even taking into account the whole, stockpiling other quirks. So, it's an energy or power stockpile, and has a few more similarities to AFO instead of just being the opposite of it.
I will not have a scene of every conversation, or every first meeting between Kassandra and the rest of 1A. That would be tedious and honestly extremely boring. The next chapter will have a few more of the girls of 1A, as well as a brief introduction between them and Kassandra, but besides that and maybe a select few of the 1A boys most of the 1A intros are done.
After the shopping trip will be a short training arc before going into the sports festival, and before we get there I want to remind. This is not Izuku, Kassandra doesn't think like him, nor does she necessarily hold all of the same personal values. So she will not face all of the same struggles as Izuku, but she will struggle with things Izuku might not have. Her being in his place will change some things, but that doesn't mean that certain events won't still happen.

Chapter 4

At eight-thirty exactly, Kassandra arrives at the local mall, her hair and shadow-tendrils pulled back into a slightly messy bun, as she wraps a dark green, almost black, sweater around her small, but muscular, frame. Her slender legs are covered by light grey leggings, borrowed from her mother’s closet, followed by the black and red combat boots she found in the Shipwreck zone. Her unease at being so overtly feminine in public goes unnoticed to the passersby, likely assuming her to be your average anxious teen girl. Her nerves, while slightly dulled at the lack of odd looks, remain on alert as she scans the weekend crowd for one of the few faces she’ll recognize.

 

“Kassie! Over here,” Kassandra looks over at the bubbly shout, pleasantly surprised to see Uraraka, or Ochaco as she demanded to be called, waving excitedly from beside Tsu’s stoic form. Both girls also dressed for the oddly chilly day, despite it being late April, with Ochaco wearing thick, black leggings and a bubblegum pink sweater decorated with green frogs, and Tsu wearing dark green leggings and a thick green sweater covered in pink comets. The obvious matching aside, Ochaco continued to bounce in place, clearly excited for the day.

“Glad to see you came willingly, Kero,” Tsu states, her deadpan expression difficult to read, “‘Chaco would have followed through on her threat to drag you here if you hadn’t.”

“I don’t doubt that, seeing as she texted me my address last night, after I already agreed to come.”

 

The three girls sit down at a nearby bench, allowing a calm, or as calm as it can be with Ochaco actively bouncing in her seat, conversation to flow between them. It doesn’t take long for the topic of their meeting to come up, especially with Kassandra’s nerves being so prevalent.

 

“Who all is coming anyway? I know Yao- I know Momo said that some of the other girls might come,” Kassandra asks, curiosity finally besting her anxiety.

“Well, me, Tsu, Jiro, and Momo were givens,” Ochaco starts, counting on her fingers as she lists them each, “Then we invited Mina and Toru. They both should be showing up with Momo and Jiro, I know they were excited to have another girl in the class,” She tilts her head, as if thinking of something else, “Oh! Mina also said that Kaminari and Kirishima might come too.”

“I thought this was just us girls, Kero. Why are Kaminari and Kirishima coming?”

“Because Kiri wanted to go to the mall anyway, and Denks didn’t want to miss out,” Before Ochaco could respond, a new bubbly voice interjects. The voice, belonging to a girl with deep pink skin, black sclera, gold irises, and curly pink hair, is filled with energy and enthusiasm that perfectly matches the girl's attention grabbing looks. With the newcomer, are two boys, one with a shark-like grin, red spikey hair, and a simple muscle shirt and jeans, the other a blond boy with a black lightning bolt in his hair, wearing a plain white tee, jeans, and a black bomber jacket. “Now then,” The pink girl claps, “reintroductions are in order!”

“Kirishima Eijiro, nice to properly meet you dudette! It’s super manly-er, womanly being yourself!” The red-head reaches out a fist to bump, his voice holding all of the energy of a golden retriever puppy.

“Kaminari Denki, nice to re-meet you!” The blond also offers a fist bump, earning a snort from the pink girl.

“Ashido Mina! You can just call me Mina though,” The pinkette states, jumping Kassandra with a tight hug once the fist bumps were over.

“Midoriya Kassandra, It’s nice to meet you all,” Kassandra says, rubbing the back of her neck, “You can call me Kassandra, or any nickname coming from it, if you want.”

 

It takes slightly longer for Momo and Jiro to arrive, and with them, a pair of floating clothes. Nothing can surprise me in this place anymore, Kassandra thinks as the floating clothes begin to speak.

 

“I didn’t miss reintroductions did I? I’m Hagakure Toru, but you can call me Toru,” The clothes bend, showing the positioning of a deep bow, before Kassandra is tackled in another hug.

“Midoriya Kassandra, you can just call me Kassandra though,” Kassandra tries to bow herself, only to be hugged once more by the invisible girl.

“Well, with that out of the way, I believe I promised to help you get a new wardrobe,” Momo states, an odd tension in her voice.

“You don’t have to do that! I have enough money to get some new clothes,”  Kassandra waves her hands, almost as if physically shooing the idea.

“But I want to,” The tension in her voice now entirely replaced with confusion at Kassandra’s words.

“She won’t let you say no Greenie, trust me,” Jiro interrupts, casually pointing at her, obviously brand new, and likely expensive, Deep Dope T-shirt, “She won’t even let me say no to her on this.”

“I like taking care of those I care for, is that an issue?”

“No! No, it’s not an issue, I just didn’t want you to think I was using you,” Kassandra tries to explain, much to Momo’s amusement. 

 

With the introductions and teasing out of the way, the nine of them begin heading towards one of the more basic clothing stores.

 

“Any idea what style you want to go with, Greenie?”

 

At the curious looks from the others, Kassandra stops to think, going over her options. While she had helped her sister and moms with their shopping in her past life, she didn’t really put much effort into her own looks, and clearly neither had Izuku, so she was entirely lost in almost every regard.

 

“Not really, I’ve never really cared about what I look like before now.”

 

“Well, guess that means we’re having a fashion show too,” Mina shouts, bouncing excitedly between Kirishima and Toru, earning laughter from the two.

 

Within a matter of moments, the group finds themselves spreading out slightly to find numerous outfits for Kassandra to try. Each of the outfits range from simple clothing, such as hero and band tees with skirts, leggings, and ripped jeans, to more complex outfits involving corsets, flowing dresses, and a few more gothic looks. The nine soon find themselves with piles of clothes, all waiting for Kassandra to try on. It doesn’t take long for a preference to be found, with Kassandra leaning towards the more simplistic looks. Many of the group's favourite outfits include a more alternative or mildly punk aesthetic.

 

“Oh! My! Gosh! You look so pretty,” Ochaco exclaims as Kassandra steps out in one of the remaining few outfits. A knee length black skirt, a dark green, sleeveless turtle-neck, thigh high socks of a similar shade, and a new pair of black combat boots.

“I feel like it’s missing something,” Kassandra says, her face slightly red from all of the compliments she’d received in the past few hours.

“You should get a jacket,” Momo responds, earning nods from the other girls, both Kirishima and Kaminari looking just as lost as Kassandra. “Here,” Momo hands over a small, black, cropped leather jacket with golden wings embroidered on the back, “This should tie the whole outfit together.”

The group watches as Kassandra pulls on the jacket, surprised at how well it fits her despite being selected specifically for her.

“Dang, Kassie, you look even prettier,” Ochaco mumbles, earning an elbow to her side from Tsu, despite the obvious agreement on her face.

 

After a few more moments of the group complimenting her, Kassandra returns to the dressing room, trying on the few remaining outfits. Each consisting of hoodies, graphic tees, and ripped jeans or skirts. Strangely, every outfit that showed off her body, or more specifically her patterns, was picked by either Momo or Jiro, while the more conservative outfits, usually involving leggings of some kind, were picked by one of the others.

 

“We should go get some lunch now, I’m starving,” Kirishima states, his stomach growling in emphasis, earning a giggle from Mina as she pats his arm.

“Why don’t you guys go ahead and get us a table in the food court? Me and Momo can help Green check out,” Jiro says, gaining a few nods from the rest. While the others head for the food court, Momo, Jiro, and Kassandra head for the register, ready to purchase the mountain of clothes. True to her word, before either girl can say much else, Momo pulls out a black credit card and hands it to the cashier.

 

It only takes the three girls twenty minutes to get all of the clothes brought out to Momo’s driver, before they go to meet with the rest of the group. Ignoring the kiosk salesmen, and the annoyingly large number of political protesters, all shouting about something called Nulls, the three girls arrive at the table their friends claimed. Or, at least, they tried to.

 

“Excuse me, would you three girls like to hear about the crimes our quirk oppressing society has perpetuated,” A man with purple sunglasses, a black suit, and slight mustache, asks them, an odd pulse in his voice seemingly only obvious to Kassandra. And in all honesty, the pulse greatly annoys her. Before any of them can respond, he continues, “Our society oppresses integral parts of us, making us pretend as if we are not superhuman compared to those Nulls that predate us! Our-”

“Do you mean the quirkless? The very people who managed to make larger strides in technology and medical development, than any quirked person in history? Are you brain dead, or just stupid,” Kassandra interrupts, her words gaining the attention of the crowd around them, and earning a surprised gasp from her friends, “What you’re suggesting, the repeal of public quirk usage laws, would not only be reckless, it would result in higher taxes, larger amounts of property damage, and civilian deaths would skyrocket! If someone with a quirk like All Might’s were to run around using their quirk however they deem fit, without any training or regulation, entire cities would be leveled, hundreds of people would be found dead within an hour, and countless other calamities would take place. Public quirk usage is regulated for a reason. Granted some of the laws could be lightened, but to outright repeal them would be the equivalent of signing the entirety of Japan’s death certificate. Is that what you want? Is that what everyone here wants?”

The crowd shifts, murmuring spreads as the odd pulsing from the man’s voice begins to dull. Before much else can be said, the three girls walk away, finally rejoining their group utterly unaware of the blue skinned reporter watching them leave, as a faint throbbing echoes through Kassandra’s head.

Chapter 5

Kassandra lets out a nervous breath as she knocks on the door, a muffled voice calling for her to enter after a short pause. The U.A. teachers lounge, while not inherently terrifying, still causes a slight chill to run down her spine as she opens the door. She knows that there’s no real reason to be so scared, although her friends had offered to come with her, but she worked herself into a frenzy researching the night prior, and was terrified of how her teacher, her Sensei, would react to her.

 

“What can I do for you, Midoriya,” His voice is gruff, although not unkind. Aizawa, the very same man she fought to protect, and that fought to protect her, wasn’t all that injured anymore. His right arm was still bandaged, an arm sling keeping it in place, but otherwise he was uninjured. Kassandra could remember seeing his blood soaked face, the intense damage that came from his face being smashed into concrete, but he was mostly fine now.

“I came to talk to you about some changes to my file, Sensei,” She answers hesitantly, her voice quiet, “And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, I’m sure you can see that I’m doing alright. As for the changes, I think I know what you’re talking about.”

“You do?” Her voice cracks slightly, her fears starting to grow as she fights back tears. That was something she’d been noticing, this body was incredibly susceptible to emotion.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Midoriya,” For the first time, Aizawa’s voice loses its detached tone, a caring note radiating through it, “Midoriya, I promise you, U.A. is a safe space. I admit, your mother called ahead of time, she was worried you might try to avoid speaking with me, but I assure you, that if anyone gives you a hard time, or is discriminatory in any way, they will be thoroughly punished.”

“Thank you, Sensei,” She whispers, her voice shaking as a small trail of tears runs down her face even despite her large, watery smile.

 

After she calms down, Aizawa gives her a new set of uniforms, and informs her that the girls locker room is available, as well as a gender neutral locker room if she’d prefer. Within a few short minutes she’s changed into her new uniform, and quite a few more staring at herself, and begins the short walk to her classroom.

 

The classroom is relatively empty when she arrives, she did get to school an hour earlier than needed after all, with only four other students in the room. She recognized Momo and Jiro, both of whom beckoned for her to join them at what was clearly Momo’s desk. The other two students, however, were complete mysteries to her. One of them looked like a living candy cane, with his hair split down the middle, with the right side being a pure white, and the left a deep red, while a dark frost burn covers his left eye. The remaining student looks mostly normal, with blond hair styled like an explosion, crimson eyes, and what is supposed to be a sneer, but really just makes him look constipated. As Kassandra moves to join her two crushes friends, the constipated blond boy stands up with a growl.

 

“Who the hell are you,” He shouts, voice rough and rage filled, his palms spark as the smell of potassium emits through the room. It takes a moment for her to recognize the boy in front of her, although that’s entirely because she has yet to meet him.

“You can’t even recognize your own cousin, Katsuki,” She knows it’s dumb to antagonize him, every instinct in her body is screaming at her, and the name feels almost foreign on her tongue. She knows why, this body hasn’t said that name in over a decade according to her mom. But she can’t, she’ll never be able to call the brat in front of her Kacchan. Because everything in her says that that name belongs to a friend, not a bully. Even though she knows she isn’t the one who called him that, isn’t the one he hurt, she can’t disrespect that name. Her mom showed her all of those photo albums, the ones where he suddenly stopped appearing after Izu turned five, before suddenly shorts and tee shirts weren’t as common.

“Deku,” The look on his face, confusion mixed with something else, the disbelief in his voice, it all fuels her.

“That’s not my name, Katsuki,” She smiles brightly, the same way she saw this body smile in those old pictures, bright and full of promise, although now, that promise is much darker than before, much more aggressive than before, almost feral if you asked anyone else, “My name, Katsuki, is Midoriya Kassandra.”

 

Before anything else can be said between the two, she walks away, sitting next to Jiro on Momo’s desk. She can feel the way Katsuki stares at her, the shock, the bubbling anger, all of it. But she ignores him, choosing to talk to the two beautiful girls until class starts. The room fills slowly, the rest of the girls join the three, Kirishima and Kaminari following behind Mina. As the room fills, more and more curious stares become directed at Kassandra, whispers between the boys pass through as they try to guess at who she is. Only three of the people outside of the group remain quiet, the candy cane boy, Todoroki Shōto, Katsuki, and the weird goblin boy from the USJ, Minetta according to Tsu. Of those three, only two showed any sign of caring about who Kassandra was, and both of them had similar looks on their faces, although Katsuki’s look of utter terror was also mixed with anger, while Minetta’s was a look of pure fear as he stared at her pattern covered face.

 

Finally, a tall boy with blue hair and glasses stands up, prepared to ask who she is, only for the classroom door to open, preemptively stopping him. With a few sighs, the small group moves to their desks, with Kassandra waiting a short moment to figure out what her seat is.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve all decided to remain in the hero course,” Aizawa states, walking up to the podium at the front of the room, earning quite a few confused looks at the statement, “Firstly, I would like to apologize to all of you. We here at U.A. are responsible for the safety of each and every one of you, that goes double for myself as your homeroom teacher, and the USJ incident was a direct failure on our part,” At his words, Aizawa steps in front of the podium, and gives a deep, ninety degree bow, before he continues, “Secondly, the fight isn’t over yet. The U.A. Sports Festival is coming up, and despite both my and Nezu’s disapproval, the HPSC and school board have both made the festival a requirement for all students. Furthermore, they have made it clear that any hero student who fails to make it past the first event, will be immediately removed from the hero course. This means that all of you are required to participate, and you all must make it into the second event at the least.”

The entire room fills with tension as the students process what they’ve been told. They each know that they can’t risk giving up their spots, not after witnessing first hand just how terrifying some villains can be. No matter what, all of them have to protect those who aren’t prepared for the dangers of the real world. They each glance around, preparing themselves for the inevitable chaos that those words will incite. Nobody, however, could have prepared for who would be the source of such chaos.

 

“That’s fucking bullshit! They can’t threaten our places in this school just to make themselves look better!”

While those words wouldn’t have been too out of place coming from that side of the room, the voice that spoke them, was really what earned the complete shock that emanated throughout the class.

“I understand your misgivings, Midoriya,” Aizawa starts, clearly interrupting Iida’s lecture on profanity before it even began, “However, as I said, both myself and Nezu disagreed with this decision. We were lucky enough to convince the commission to grant us extra security, and all hero students will be given the choice to keep their real identity hidden,” After a brief pause, in which Aizawa makes sure to look at each of them, he continues, “Which leads us to our homeroom class for the day. You each will be given the rest of the week to decide on a hero name. Make sure to come up with multiple, because these names will be judged by myself, Midnight, and Present Mic. Now then, prepare for first period. Snipe will be here soon.”

 

Without much else said, Aizawa walks out of the class, sleeping bag in hand. Not long after his exit, a decently tall man wearing stereotypical cowboy clothing, redesigned for combat, as well as a gas mask covering his face.

Notes:

Okay, not fully happy with the pacing of this one, but it still works.

Next chapter will be some training and at the end Hero names. Not sure what hero name I want to give Kassie, I'm debating something Marvel or DC inspired. So if you've got any suggestions let me know in the comments. I will be changing some of the other 1A students' hero names, so if you have a suggestion for them, also let me know.

Another thing I want to make absolutely clear, Kassandra will not use the name Deku, so every time it is in use when not a flashback of Ochaco speaking with Izuku, it is an insult. I personally don't like the name, even if it's something Izuku took back.

Now, I am debating changing some of the past holders quirks, or having Kassie have a dormant quirk, so I'd like to hear some thoughts on that. The quirks that are for sure staying are Float, Black Whip, Danger Sense, and Smoke Screen. These quirks will be almost the exact same as in canon, maybe a bit more powerful and flexible. As for Fa Jin and Gear Shift, I'm not sure. I think both are great quirks, but agree with the general consensus that with OFA they kinda suck. If I do keep them the same, they will almost certainly be extremely boosted in strength. If anything, Gear Shift will probably become total velocity or acceleration manipulation, and Fa Jin might become a ranged kinetic blast.

Chapter 6

The sound of skin hitting leather rang throughout the gym, a rhythmic noise, following a set pattern. Thunk, thunk, thud. Over and over it went, as it had for the past hour while Kassandra punched and kicked the sand filled bag. The girls of 1A had decided to train together, and had made the grave mistake of letting Kassandra pick their workouts for the evening. So while she was working on her endurance and repetition by using the punching bag, the remaining girls were on another break, barely able to keep up with the newest edition to their ranks.

 

This was how the past three days had gone for them since Aizawa’s announcement, they would train their quirks and teamwork in their heroics class, and then they would let Kassandra, and sometimes Kirishima, run them ragged with endurance and weight training. And today was no different, first they stretched, then they ran for twenty minutes, and then they would be ready for their warmup weight lifting, which for all of them was roughly their max limit. It was grueling, Kassandra barely broke a sweat during the first hour’s warmup, then the rest of the girls would collapse in exhaustion, allowing Kassandra the chance to thoroughly beat the punching bag. 

 

It didn’t take much longer for Kassandra to glance back, prepared to work a new sense of pain into each of her friends, after all, she’d finally gotten permission from Aizawa to hold quirkless sparring sessions with them, and she definitely won’t let that go to waste, even if he had been hidden in the gym rafters monitoring all of them.

“Okay, time for the next exercise. ‘Chako, wanna enter the ring with me?”

“What! We can’t spar, what if someone gets hurt!”

“Do you really doubt me that much? I got permission from Sensei this morning,” At those words Kassandra looks upwards, directly at Aizawa, “Isn’t that right, Sensei?”

Aizawa grins as he hops down from his perch, approval clear in his eyes, “You’re entirely correct, Midoriya. But good job for following the rules, Uraraka.”

 

The two girls enter the ring, Kassandra entering a stance somewhere between Karate and Judo, although still slightly off center with her weight, and Ochako entering a stance of a street brawler. They each eye the other, searching for weak points and openings, as they circle the ring. Aizawa stands to the side, watching as Kassandra’s stance slowly shifts into a more Judo heavy stance, lowering herself closer towards the ground and adjusting her center of gravity. Aizawa calls for the match to start, and Ochako darts out, quick to jab towards Kassandra’s face while leaning off to her left side in a poor attempt to maintain balance. Kassandra counters quickly, immediately grabbing Ochako’s wrist and dragging her forwards, while lunging out with a decisive palm strike to the stomach, doubling her over while keeping her off balance.

 

As Ochako stumbles forward, the air forced from her lungs, she weakly lunges out her knee in an attempt to take Kassandra off guard, only to have her knee forced down at an angle, overexerting the muscle and causing a sharp pain. Ochako cries out as Kassandra, still gripping her wrist, twists sharply to the side, and tosses Ochako onto the mats outside of the ring.

 

The rest of the matches end just as quickly.

 

The next day, all of the girls, sans Kassandra, were bitterly cursing their friend for such a ruthless workout, while rubbing and icing various sore joints and bruises. Gathered around their friends desk, all giving slight glares at her clearly uninjured form, Kassandra sheepishly rubs the back of her neck.

“Maybe I should have toned it down a bit, sorry.”

“It’s fine Greenie, we should have expected this after the first two days training with you,” Jiro sighs, glaring at the other girls for making her crush friend feel bad, only gaining a guilty expression from her girlfriend.

“In any case, I didn’t know you knew Judo and Karate Kassandra,” said Momo, the only girl to have stood any chance against Kassandra, changing the subject to ease her guilt at upsetting her crush.

“Oh! I actually know a few martial arts and have some weapons training,” Kassandra answers, visibly brightening at the topic change, “I learned Judo, Karate, Ninjutsu, and Kickboxing. I was taught to use multiple different firearms, and I also have training with various sword styles.”

 

As the girls talk, further discussing the honestly insane amount of combat training Kassandra has received, they don’t notice the slowly growing fear in their classmates as she starts to describe, in rather painful detail, how she was taught to dislocate different limbs to escape various forms of binding. They also fail to notice how Aizawa listens curiously as they speak, subtly taking notes of every word Kassandra pronounces wrong or uncomfortably, and every time she doesn’t recognize something that Midoriya previously knew. Much to his discomfort, the list of differences keeps growing.

 

As the week progresses, the class becomes more confident in their chances in the sports festival, and soon, the time to pick hero names, and decide if their identities will be public, arrives. With the progression of the week, Kassandra learned more about Izuku, from both her mother reminiscing about the past, and from strange dreams within the dark void where she saw the woman who called her Tenth. With these dreams came a simple realization, Izuku seriously sucked at hero names. Of all the names he’d written down or thought about, each one was a variation on All Might, and so, she had to come up with one herself.

 

“Alright class, today you’ll be picking your hero names,” Aizawa announces, walking into the classroom, Midnight and Present Mic right behind him with white boards being handed to each row, “Myself, Midnight, and Mic will be vetoing, approving, and offering feedback for your names. You need the approval of at least two of us in order to use the name, however failure to receive the two votes and you will be asked to use something new. You only get three tries before we step in and help you more directly.”

“Okay, listeners, we’ll be going in seat order, so wait your turn and be polite, gotcha?”

 

With everything said, the three teachers set up a small ‘judges table’, complete with two buttons for each of them.

 

“Alright, Aoyama, you’re up first,” Midnight purrs out, clearly trying to stick to her usual theme.

“Oui,” Aoyama steps to the front podium, before producing his white board with elegant handwriting, “Mon Hero name shall be, Sparkling Hero: I Cannot Stop Twinkling.”

 

Three loud buzzer noises sound from the teachers, much to the disappointment of the French boy.

“Why not simplify it a bit? Or try something not as wordy,” Midnight suggests, writing down a few suggestions, before handing them to the boy. Aoyama reads through the suggestions quickly before lighting up once more, and quickly changing his white board.

“I shall be The Shining Hero: Solaris.”

 

At the approval of the teachers, Aoyama sits down, with Mina quickly taking his place at the front.

“I took a lot of inspiration from my favourite movies, I’m gonna be The Acidic Hero: Alien Queen!”

 

This time, only one buzzer goes off, much to Midnight’s dismay.

“That name is way too scary, plus what about copyright,” Midnight exclaims, about to continue, until she sees Kassandra raise her hand, “Yes, Midoriya?”

“I thought the copyright expired twenty-something years ago, Ma’am. And don’t we have a pro with the name Death Arms, wouldn’t that be scarier than Alien Queen?”

“Midoriya’s right, Midnight, the name’s approved.”

 

Midnight slumps as Mina jumps in joy before heading to her seat, with Tsu coming up after her.

 

“The Rainy Season Hero: Froppy, I’ve had this name picked since I was a kid, Kero.”

 

With little to no fanfare, Tsu is given the greenlight, shortly followed by Iida, Ochako, Ojiro, and Denki. Iida going by The Engine Hero: Fast Track, Ochako using the name Antigravity Hero: Uravity, Ojiro, with some prodding, deciding on The Martial Arts Hero: WuKong, and Denki easily choosing The Stun Hero: Chargebolt. Kirishima and Koda both were given small pieces of advice, leading to the two going choosing The Unbreakable Hero: Red Riot and The Petting Hero: Anima respectively. Sato, Shoji, and Jiro were each given minor alterations to their original ideas resulting in The Sweets Hero: Sugar Crash, The Sensory Hero: Tentacole, and The Sound Hero: Reverb. Both Sero and Tokoyami had little to no pushback on their names, The Taping Hero: Cellophane and The Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi. Todoroki was given a hard no on just using his given name, so was forced to choose The Temperance Hero: Shoto.

 

The remaining five students of 1A had slightly more issues, with Toru attempting to use Invisible Girl, only to be vetoed due to another hero using it, eventually she followed Kassandra’s advice and went with The Light Hero: RefractiGirl. Bakugo, much to his anger, was vetoed to hell and back until Midnight stood up, grabbed his board, and wrote The Bombshell Hero: DynaMight. Kassandra asked to be saved until last, stating she wished to finalize her decision before going up, even after being reassured that she could change her mind at any time. Minetta suffered the same treatment as Bakugo, before Aizawa stood and wrote The Grape Vine Hero: Vineyard while muttering for the short boy to “Take this seriously”. Momo, being the last to go up before Kassandra, confidently revealed her board showcasing Everything Hero: Alchemist. With a sigh and nervous glance at her board Kassandra finally stood, taking care to keep the name she wrote hidden, before standing at the front podium.

“It took me a while to choose this one, after so long of idolizing one hero, I had to step back and think about the kind of hero I want to be,” With one last sigh she turns her board, earning surprised gasps and a quiet “are you sure” at the implication of her chosen name, “I am The Wraith Hero: Ikaris.”

Notes:

Here is a list of all of 1A's hero names as well as which ones were changed or modified:
Aoyama- Shining Hero: Solaris (Changed)
Mina- Acidic Hero: Alien Queen (Changed)
Tsu- Rainy Season Hero: Froppy
Iida- The Engine Hero: Fast Track (Changed)
Ochako- Antigravity Hero: Uravity
Ojiro- The Martial Arts Hero: WuKong (Changed)
Denki- The Stun Hero: Chargebolt
Kirishima- The Unbreakable Hero: Red Riot (Changed)
Koda- The Petting Hero: Anima
Sato- Sweets Hero: Sugar Crash (Changed)
Shoji- Sensory Hero: Tentacole (Changed)
Kyoka- Sound Hero: Reverb (Changed)
Sero- Taping Hero: Cellophane
Tokoyami- Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi
Shoto- Temperance Hero: Shoto (Changed)
Toru- The Light Hero: RefractiGirl (Changed)
Bakugo- Bombshell Hero: DynaMight (Changed)
Midoriya- The Wraith Hero: Ikaris (Changed)
M*netta- The Grape Vine Hero: Vineyard (Changed)
Momo- Everything Hero: Alchemist (Changed)

Kassie goes by The Wraith Hero: Ikaris for a few key reasons.
1 a wraith is typically a ghost or apparition of some kind and can often times mimic the visage of the living, in this case it's a bit of the opposite, she's a living person that, vaguely, looks like someone who is now dead, while also technically being a ghost that looks like someone who lived.
2 Ikari is the Japanese word for wrath, anger, and hatred, while hatred is less important here, anger and wrath definitely fit.
3 Ikaris sounds like Icarus, like the Greek myth, and Ikaris is the name of a Marvel character that's part of the Eternals. I admit that my girlfriend helped me pick Ikaris, but it was honestly between that and a few other names like Sentry, Sentinel, and Power Girl. I didn't want her hero name to be too dependent on her quirk, so I chose Ikaris because, like the myth of Icarus, she can soar high above the world, however unlike the myth, she will not fall to her death by aiming for too much, nor will she risk crashing by not aiming for enough. Her anger will be much like her version of the sun, but she will, hopefully, learn the correct way to guide and be guided by it.
Now, the reason behind the shocked responses to her chosen hero name, Wraiths are relatively similar to Onryō and Yūrei, Japanese spirits that are basically fueled by anger and hatred, and they are often seen as bad omens as they bring misfortune to the living. Tie in the clear pun with Ikari, and it becomes clear that much of her hero name alludes to anger. So the concern and shock is pretty understandable to have when it's tied together like that. Add in her more interesting appearance since the USJ and her slight loss of control when fighting the Nomu and Shigaraki, and yeah, I'd be concerned too.

As for the other name changes, most of them were just slight modifications to the original names, purely because I either thought the name sounded better, or because the previous name just made no sense in English.

Chapter 7

Two weeks before the sports festival, Kassandra and the rest of the 1A girls sit sprawled across the grass of the U.A. Courtyard, chatting amicably about their potential plans for the different events. With only two more weeks to prepare, much of the class had chosen to train their quirks in secret, hoping to gain an advantage against each other, or more specifically, the three main powerhouses of the class; Todoroki, Bakugo, and much to her own surprise, Kassandra herself. While the rest of her classmates are powerful in their own right, somehow, every other member of 1A came to the same consensus, those three are the strongest. The seven girls continue to talk, even as a shadow comes to loom over their group.

 

“Well, well. If it isn’t the 1A princesses,” A haughty voice sneers, the title being spat like a slur. “Do any of you actually believe you have a chance of winning the sports festival? You couldn’t even face villains without cowering in fear!”

 

The teenager before them, a snotty blond with poorly styled hair, grins down at them as a few flinch at the reminder of the USJ incident. The only girls unperturbed by the reminder being Kassandra, Momo, and Ochako, with the latter two immediately comforting their girlfriends as Toru and Mina slightly cling to each other. Kassandra stands, subtly placing herself between the blond brat and her friends. With a quick glance at Momo and Kyoka, who claimed “I’m not gonna be the odd one out”, she steels her gaze and steps closer to the boy.

 

“If you think that we only cowered in fear, as our lives were threatened, you would be very wrong,” Kassandra takes another step forward, her tone colder than Todoroki’s ice, “We nearly died. Our teachers nearly died. And you, who has never locked eyes with a killer, would insult, and belittle us for that trauma?” With every word she steps closer, her patterns glowing with an eerie red, her fangs slowly elongating, and her nails sharpening into claws.

 

“I wasn’t, I didn’t-”

 

“Didn’t what? Know that nearly dying was terrifying? That what we went through was so traumatic that the slightest allusion to it sends half of us into a panic attack, and the other half into a nearly uncontrollable rage? Grow. Up.”

 

The poor boy, unable to fully process the almost divine rage directed at him, stumbles to defend or even explain himself. However, before he can utter even half of a sentence, Kassandra grabs Momo and Kyoka while gesturing for the rest to follow her, and walks away. After quickly checking on the other girls, Kassandra spends the rest of their lunch break doting on Kyoka with Momo’s help.

 

Two weeks later, 1A prepares within their waiting room for the sports festival to begin. Tensions high with Todoroki’s declaration of war against Kassandra, even as they’re all called onto the field. Most of 1A and some of 1B wears simple black domino masks with white lenses covering the eyes, a surprisingly good way to keep their identities hidden. Kassandra stands there bouncing in place, both excited and terrified of the coming events, even as Bakugo, or as he was announced DynaMight, is called forwards to give a speech and a simple student pledge. Her mind filled with different ‘what if’s as her supposed childhood friend walks to the front of the stage before them, as he grabs the microphone, and speaks with such clear boredom and disinterest.

“I’m going to win.”

 

The gathered students let out roars of disapproval, glares and disgust being shot towards the rest of 1A as DynaMight disembarks from the stage, rejoining his place within the class. The crowd around them yells out, clearly disturbed by the utter lack of sportsmanship and respect. And at the center of 1A, surrounded by her classmates, Kassandra growls, a deep, primal anger at the subtle challenge, at the way DynaMight looked at her as he said those words. Her patterns shift, gaining a slightly red tint as, deep in her heart and soul, she vows that Bakugo Katsuki will not win this festival, and he will lose directly to her.

 

“And the first event of the first year sports festival will be,” Midnight pauses dramatically spinning the digital wheel before her, watching as it lands on the event title, “An obstacle race!”

Notes:

I know its a short chapter, a whole page shorter than I'd like. But I wanted to have the next chapter or two be about the Sports Festival. The obstacle race probably won't be a large part of next chapter, but that's just because of how much stronger Kassie is compared to Izuku. She has a decent amount of control over OFA and is just as intelligent as Izuku, so she will easily go through the race.
I haven't fully decided yet, but I will probably keep most of the Sports festival the same, with the only difference being Kassie and the 1A girls skyrocketing in competency and power.
I promise the next chapter will be at least the normal length, but this chapter was really just made to be a bit of a step into the next arc.
SO
Next time, the sports festival, and maybe a small change in POV?

Chapter 8

Two Hundred and Twenty. Two Hundred and Twenty students stood before the opening entrance to the obstacle race. Two Hundred and Twenty individuals stood prepared to give it their all, and to win the U.A. first year’s Sports Festival. And only forty two students would pass into the second event. Of those two hundred and twenty students, only forty were of the hero course. Of those forty, only twenty chose to work closely together until the final event. And of the remaining twenty, they chose to work alone or in smaller groups. The largest group from the remaining twenty, of class 1A, consisted of the seven 1A girls, and two 1A boys. 

 

“ARE YOU READY,” Present Mic, one of the commentators for the event, shouts out, beginning a short countdown, “ARE YOU SET,” He pauses for a moment, allowing the students to prepare, “GO!”

 

Immediately two hundred and twenty people made their moves, and immediately two hundred and nine students were frozen to the floor. Shouts and declarations of cheating went unheard as Alien Queen, Froppy, Uravity, and Ikaris grabbed and moved their comrades as quickly as possible. Alien Queen uses her acid to travel at greater speeds while carrying Red Riot and Chargebolt with her. Froppy uses her tongue and Uravity’s gravity nullification to carry RefractiGirl as she leaps over the crowd with Uravity in her arms. And Ikaris, with the help of Alchemist, rockets off the ground and over the crowd, Alchemist on her back dropping quick drying cement tablets, as Reverb lets off a sound wave that disorients DynaMight and Shoto, the only ones not trapped outside of their group.

 

“AND OUR FIRST YEARS COME ACROSS THE FIRST OBSTACLE," Mic shouts, hyping the crowd as the nine students make their way through the narrow passage that marked the beginning of the race, “THE ROBO-INFERNO!”

 

The nine students stare in awe and disbelief as an army of Zero-pointers, Three-pointers, and Two-pointers stands before them, prepared to slow them down and stop them in any way. Ikaris glares at the unnecessary display of power that the HPSC and school board approved, her anger and rage at the injustice fuels her power, as memories of the past few weeks pass through her mind.

 

“I’m going to win the festival.”

The gathered girls stare at Kassandra in concern, surprised by the statement, especially after her clear disapproval when it was first announced. The fire in her eyes is bright and full of promise as she clarifies.

“I’m going to win, so that I can call out the selfish bastards that forced us to compete for their entertainment and egos.”

 

With a roar of anger, Ikaris leaps forward, her claws elongating and her patterns gaining a crimson glow as she reaches back, keeping both Alchemist and Reverb safely secured, and slams her clawed hand into the first Zero-pointer, shredding into its metal skin, sending it careening off balance and into its brothers, not destroying them, but moving them enough to allow their group through to the next obstacle. The remaining six barrel through the smaller robots, leaving a trail of destruction behind them as they move ahead.

 

The small stretch between obstacles gives the group time to create a working plan, preparing them for what’s to come next, just as they arrive at a large pit. Numerous stone pillars stand spread out within the pit, only connected by long, metal wires, just barely large enough to walk on.

 

“AND OUR FABULOUS NINE 1A STUDENTS HAVE MADE IT TO THE SECOND OBSTACLE,” Mic shouts, having finished commenting on Shoto and DynaMight passing the Robo-Inferno, “WELCOME LISTENERS, TO THE FALL!”

 

Without any words, Alchemist passes around bungee cords to the grounded members of their small group, each cord attached to Ikaris as she prepares to get across the fall in one quick move.

 

“I’ve only got forty-five seconds with Float, before I lose altitude. Uravity will make you all weightless for that time, drop from the cords 5 meters from the ground. We’ve trained for this.”

 

With those quick words, and a confirmation that everyone is secured, Ikaris leaps across the pit, activating for a short burst the seventh quirk within One for All, Float. For a short moment, the nine students feel true freedom, unbound by the effects of gravity, but as they near the other side, shouts from DynaMight, and the crackling of quickly formed ice, appear from behind. At exactly 5 meters above the ground, the eight students separate from the ninth, landing swiftly and breaking out into sprints towards the next obstacle, the ninth quick to catch up.

 

“WHAT’S THIS? IS IKARIS LEADING EIGHT STUDENTS STRAIGHT TO A CLEAN VICTORY,” Mic shouts out, audibly turning to his co-commentator, “WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THOSE KIDS ERASER?”

“I didn’t teach them this, they taught themselves how to work together, and how to cover each other's weak points. In all honesty, this is entirely Ikaris and her determination to help, that lead to those nine teaming up.”

 

The crackling ice and loud explosions grow closer as DynaMight and Shoto race to surpass the group of nine. With a short glance behind them Ikaris nods at Alchemist and Alien Queen. Suddenly, Alien Queen shoots thick grey acid in a line behind the group as Alchemist throws small sodium balls into the acid. The acid and sodium combine, creating a large explosion, leaving a line of fire blocking the path, while more students catch up to the two in tenth and eleventh place.

 

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THESE KIDS, ERASER?”

“I didn’t teach them that, but I do remember hearing Ikaris and Alchemist discussing the flammability and PH control of Alien Queen’s acid, and what objects would best ignite it without much safety risks.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T STOP THEM? ERASER, THIS IS CUTTING IT CLOSE TO BREAKING THE RULES, ISN’T IT?”

“They aren’t breaking the rules, merely working around the guidelines they’ve been given. As a hero should.”

 

With the approval of their homeroom teacher, the nine arrive at the final obstacle, a minefield. Nodding in determination, Red Riot charges through the field, clearing a path for the rest as Alchemist follows from the rear, placing new mines to slow down their opponents. DynaMight and Shoto fight to keep up without granting anyone else a chance to catch up, even as the nine line up at the finish line. Ikaris looks back at the approaching boys, one whose temper matches his explosions, and the other whose demeanor gives way nothing about his fiery side, grins widely, and steps back, taking first place as her remaining allies follow one after the other, leaving the two to fight for tenth place.

 

“AND IKARIS COMES IN FIRST, FOLLOWED SHORTLY BY REVERB AND ALCHEMIST FOR SECOND AND THIRD PLACE.” Mic announces to the wildly cheering crowd, watching as DynaMight and Shoto race for their position, “WITH FROPPY, URAVITY, REFRACTIGIRL, ALIEN QUEEN, RED RIOT, AND CHARGEBOLT TAKING FOURTH THROUGH NINTH PLACE.”

The crowd watches with bated breath as Shoto and DynaMight push forwards, ice rocketing the Temperance Hero as explosions boost the Bombshell Hero, both boys crossing the finish line neck and neck, in a photo finish.

“AND SHOTO TAKES TENTH PLACE WITH DYNAMIGHT TAKING AN EXTREMELY CLOSE ELEVENTH!” 

 

Curses escape the explosive blond, his anger clear as more students follow from behind, taking up the limited spots needed for the second event. Eventually, the forty-second student crossed the finish line, ending the first event, as a loud buzzer announced the race's finish. Ikaris glances around, noting that the entirety of 1B, their sister class, had managed to pass, as well as almost all of 1A, with only one hero student missing from the forty two students lined up. The remaining three placements were filled by a girl with pink dreadlocks, a boy with purple gravity defying hair, and a plain looking girl with a deep scowl. Ikaris shares a look with her friends, all of them understanding the implications of Vineyard not being within the forty two students moving on. Minetta Minoru would be expelled from the U.A. hero course.

Notes:

The first event is here!
This chapter was easier to write than expected. I was honestly expecting a larger struggle, but once I got the basic premise in mind, most of it flowed more easily. I know I had said a potential POV change would happen this chapter, but I decided it would fit better elsewhere. It just didn't fit pacing wise and I didn't want to cram it at the end, so I'm workshopping a different scene for it instead, especially since I want it to appear before the final event.
Next chapter will probably be a brief interlude before jumping into the next event, or it might be both at once. I haven't decided yet.
Now, I entirely planned for Minetta to be removed from the hero course, but that doesn't make the tags a lie, he will be removed from U.A. entirely. Just not yet, as I have plans for the him.

ALSO cursing will start to become more prevalent in some dialog and scenes, especially in regards to villains and such. So you have been warned.

Chapter 9

Silence. That was all there was within the dimly lit room. Silence and an overwhelming sense of anger as a lanky, cyan haired man sits stiffly on the wooden bar stool. The man, barely old enough to be called such, lets loose a violent growl as the small television above the bar showcases a small news headline, ‘Ikaris: The next All Might or Showboating Teen?’ Video after video of the U.A. first year sports festival plays on, with all of the focus on the girl with greenish black hair, and pale, glowing patterns across her skin. Across the small, dilapidated bar, an older box T.V. sits with static on its screen, and an Audio Only message at the top. From the static, an older, menacing voice lets out a small, intrigued hum, as an unknown monster watches from beyond, curious of the odd power the small girl holds.

 

On the other side of the city, within the high walls of the U.A. Sports Center, Ikaris, as well as the other members of 1A that passed prepare themselves for the oncoming event, determined to show the world, and the villains, exactly what they can do. Within the same room, in a corner away from the rest, Minetta Minoru, the once hero student Vineyard, sits, anger and frustration at coming in last on the first event clear. Although quiet, many of his former classmates can hear him complain about being too slow to latch onto Alchemist as he’d originally planned, making it clear he expected to coast to the end of the obstacle race.

 

A strange buzz fills the room as the nineteen remaining members of class 1A begin to exit the room, headed for the open field for the next event. Excitement fills each student's veins as they look around them. A field that had seemed too small when filled with two hundred and twenty of them, now seeming too large with just forty two. With heads held high, and backs as straight as can be, the forty two students look to the stage off to the side of the field, as Midnight spins the digital wheel. Breaths hitch as every person in the stadium, participant and spectator alike, wait for the next event to be decided.

 

“The next event shall be,” Midnight pauses, watching as the wheel slows to a halt, “a Cavalry Battle!” “The rules for this event are simple, every student will be given a point value, with last place receiving five points, forty-first place receiving ten points, and onwards.” Midnight continues watching as the students do the math, “However! First place will be given a handicap of TEN MILLION points.”

Every student, including her own classmates, looks towards Ikaris, realizing just what that means, even as Midnight continues to explain the rules.

“You all will have to form teams of two to four members, one rider and, at least, one horse. All of your point values will be shown via headbands, they must be around your head or on your neck, nowhere else! The total value of each team is a combination of the teams individual point values, and the goal of the game is to steal the other teams headbands and have the most amount of points at the end of a thirty minute timer. You cannot purposefully knock down other teams, that will get you disqualified. Aside from that, everyone has until the end of the thirty minutes to gather as many points as possible. You have fifteen minutes to form your teams!”

 

With a crack of her whip, most of the forty two students rush to find friends or allies that would be best suited for this event. The only students not rushing to find a team being the top nine students from the first event, with a simple nod from Ikaris they split off into three predetermined groups of three. 

 

With a glance around the area, Ikaris notices the odd group combinations. Most groups consist of three to four members, with only one group of two, unsurprisingly being formed of two of the non-heroics students. Another oddity being the third remaining student from outside of the heroics course, Shinso, if Ikaris remembered correctly, was on the same team as WuKong, Cellophane, and most surprisingly, DynaMight. A deep, bone chilling realization hits Ikaris as she watches the other groups. DynaMight, the literal walking bomb of 1A, was strangely calm, and not yelling orders or insults to those around him.

 

Before she could say anything of the unnerving calm, a loud buzzer sounds off throughout the field, ending their allotted team building time and beginning the second event. The Cavalry Battle has begun.

Notes:

I know it's short, but the second event has begun. The next chapter will be the Cavalry Battle, and after that will likely be another interlude.
I have the full teams decided and damn did that take a bit to figure out. But the teams are as follows:

1st- Ikaris, Alchemist, Reverb
2nd- Alien Queen, Red Riot, Chargebolt
3rd- Froppy, Uravity, RefractiGirl

4th-DynaMight, WuKong, Cellophane, Shinso
5th- Shoto, Fast Track, Tentacole, Sugar Crash
6th- Tsukuyomi, Anima, Solaris

7th- Real Steal, Mudman, Welder, Vine
8th- Phantom Thief, Tsuburaba, Spiral, Vantablack
9th- Battle Fist, Emily, Lizardy, SheMage

10th- Rule, Mines, Plamo, Comicman
11th- Long Weizi, Gevaudan, Rocetti, Jack Mantis
12th- Hatsume, Togeike

I'll be honest, I altered all of 1 name for 1B, purely because I don't really intend to use them on any hero missions, so they'll just be the same as canon. And I only changed Komori's hero name from Shemage to SheMage, because I wanted to.

ANYWAY, Next chapter should be closer to my normal chapter lengths, and depending on how quickly the second event ends, maybe another POV swap.

Chapter 10

The moment the event started, every eye, except those of her allies, turned towards Ikaris and her team. Some teams, like team Phantom Thief and team DynaMight, chose caution and strategy as they prepared to steal the ten million points from Ikaris, most however, chose brute force, such as the rapidly approaching team Shoto. With Fast Track taking the point of lead horse to keep them moving and Tentacole keeping himself and Sugar Crash attached to him, their team quickly closes the gap between them, giving Shoto the chance to release a wave of ice in an attempt to trap Alchemist and Reverb beneath Ikaris. As the ice shoots off to entrap them acid rockets forward to intercept, a sharp, sizzling pop sounds off as the ice melts into a puddle. Two metal prongs launch into the puddle of acid and water just as Chargebolt releases a bolt of electricity, igniting the puddle in a brilliant explosion filled with thick white fumes, immediately sending team Shoto and those near them backwards in shock and fear.

 

“Get back! That gas is sulfuric and hydrochloric acid,” The plain looking girl from team Togeike shouts, fear clear in her eyes as the three leading teams escape from the other side, having been careful to keep an escape route prepared. “The pink girl made chlorosulfonic acid, it can cause damage to your lungs!”

A sharp crackle appears throughout the stadium as the previously talking Present Mic gets cut off. “We can assure you, the acid is entirely safe in small amounts,” Alchemist’s voice echoes across the stadium, earning gasps of concern from the audience, “Well, mostly.”

 

“What do you mean you can’t get control back? What just-” Mic stops again, clearly not expecting to be heard by the audience, “Well, that was unexpected! Who could have possibly seen team Ikaris hacking into my channel, which is not cool little listeners!”

 

Back on the field, teams Ikaris, Alien Queen, and Froppy continue to race around the grounds, laying traps around them to keep their encroaching opponents away. With a slight glow, Alchemist releases a new round of sodium balls behind them, just in time to catch the approaching glacier sent by team Shoto and explode, shattering the ice before it can reach them. As the shards fly high, Froppy launches away from her team, tongue wrapped around Uravity as she floats forward and rips the headbands off of team Phantom Thief earning themselves three hundred and five points, and leaving team Phantom Thief without any.

 

Team DynaMight finally moves with explosive power, a quick, calculated hand reaches to grab the ten million points from Ikaris. DynaMight, still attached to his team by Cellophane’s tape, rockets through the air, his eyes blazing with fury even as Ikaris swipes her arm forward, her short-sleeved jacket showing as her patterns glow with red and seep an almost tangible shadow. Her eyes glow with power, as the wind rips forward and knocks DynaMight off course, only to be reeled back in by Cellophane as his team retreats, frustration clear on their faces.

 

Lightning crackles from behind as team Tsukuyomi advances towards team Alien Queen, Dark Shadow shrinking in fear of the light from Chargebolts electricity. Red Riot hardens his skin as Solaris launches his navel laser at the group, tanking the blow while team Froppy moves to intercept, RefractiGirl redirecting the light based attack while Froppy shoots off her tongue, gathering team Tsukuyomi’s headbands and passing them off to team Alien Queen.

 

With a quick glance at the screens around the arena Ikaris sighs, five minutes until the event ends. Five minutes to keep ten million points. Team DynaMight and team Shoto still place in fourth and fifth respectively. That means we’ll be facing Katsuki or Todoroki in the final event. Another sigh escapes Ikaris as she reaches her hand out, catching the metal sphere that launched forward from team Togeike, small arms attempting to grab her headband. With a simple flex, the sphere shatters in her clawed grasp, an annoyed growl escaping her lips.

 

“We need to use plan delta, we can’t keep this up much longer,” She whispers, her earpiece, custom made by Alchemist at the start of the event, transmitting her words to the rest of her allies.

 

Team Alien Queen, previously locked in battle with team Battle Fist, pulls suddenly, an electric ring of acid surrounding them as team Froppy swiftly snatches team Battle Fist’s headbands from behind, splitting the points between the two allied teams. As team Phantom Thief approaches to avenge their classmates, team Ikaris swoops from the side, Alchemist unleashing a smoke bomb from her hand, while Reverb lets loose a deep, bone-rattling note, disorienting the surrounding teams.

 

Another glance at the clock, two minutes now. Team Ikaris stands with their allies as team Shoto launches forward on an ice platform from across the arena. Alchemist sets off the numerous remote traps they planted, a sudden rumbling as the devices laid on the floor start to spring up, erecting a nearly impenetrable fort. One minute and thirty seconds. Team DynaMight rockets from the other side of the three allied teams, desperate to steal the ten million points. The new cover is almost completed, the ice freezing it in place. One minute. Team Shoto breaches the self building walls, just as team DynaMight breaches from the other end. Thirty seconds. DynaMight launches from his team, tape around his waist once more, as Shoto is thrown by Tentacole and Sugar Crash. Ten seconds. Ikaris, in a moment of fear, launches, floating above the group with wisps of energy around her as the timer goes off, leaving her with the ten million points, and her team in first place.

 

“AND THAT IS TIME,” Present Mic shouts, astounded by the display of power and skill, “IN FIRST PLACE IS TEAM IKARIS, FOLLOWED BY TEAM ALIEN QUEEN AND TEAM FROPPY IN SECOND AND THIRD. IN FOURTH PLACE, LEAVING US WITH AN UNEVEN NUMBER, IS TEAM DYNAMIGHT.”

“We’ll have team Shoto decide three members that should move forward with the top four teams to even out the numbers,” Aizawa announces, sounding more tired of Mic’s yelling than he is of the festival itself.

 

Murmurs flow through the crowd as the students all notice one fact, only one student within the top fourteen isn’t a member of class 1A. As team Shoto discusses who among them would move forward, Ikaris and her allies look between each other and nod. They had discussed this themselves, knowing that working together would only last so long within the festival.

Notes:

The Cavalry Battle Ends!
I'll be honest, this chapter was definitely harder to write than others, mainly because of how fast it goes by. The Cavalry Battle is filler, in my opinion. It's just there to set up who will be participating in the tournament. Not to say it can't be interesting, but it just isn't as much as the Obstacle race or the Tournament.
I'll probably have a bracket set up for the tournament soon, and I'll most likely have the tournament take up multiple chapters, because I do want to focus on more than just the main fights.
ANYWAY Here's a refresher on Hero Names and teams:
Aoyama- Shining Hero: Solaris (Changed)
Mina- Acidic Hero: Alien Queen (Changed)
Tsu- Rainy Season Hero: Froppy
Iida- The Engine Hero: Fast Track (Changed)
Ochako- Antigravity Hero: Uravity
Ojiro- The Martial Arts Hero: WuKong (Changed)
Denki- The Stun Hero: Chargebolt
Kirishima- The Unbreakable Hero: Red Riot (Changed)
Koda- The Petting Hero: Anima
Sato- Sweets Hero: Sugar Crash (Changed)
Shoji- Sensory Hero: Tentacole (Changed)
Kyoka- Sound Hero: Reverb (Changed)
Sero- Taping Hero: Cellophane
Tokoyami- Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi
Shoto- Temperance Hero: Shoto (Changed)
Toru- The Light Hero: RefractiGirl (Changed)
Bakugo- Bombshell Hero: DynaMight (Changed)
Midoriya- The Wraith Hero: Ikaris (Changed)
M*netta- The Grape Vine Hero: Vineyard (Changed)
Momo- Everything Hero: Alchemist (Changed)

1st- Ikaris, Alchemist, Reverb
2nd- Alien Queen, Red Riot, Chargebolt
3rd- Froppy, Uravity, RefractiGirl

4th-DynaMight, WuKong, Cellophane, Shinso
5th- Shoto, Fast Track, Tentacole, Sugar Crash
6th- Tsukuyomi, Anima, Solaris

7th- Real Steal, Mudman, Welder, Vine
8th- Phantom Thief, Tsuburaba, Spiral, Vantablack
9th- Battle Fist, Emily, Lizardy, SheMage

10th- Rule, Mines, Plamo, Comicman
11th- Long Weizi, Gevaudan, Rocetti, Jack Mantis
12th- Hatsume, Togeike

 

I know I didn't do much with most of the teams, but they were mainly just decided so that I could know who all was in what places, and we honestly don't see much of most of the teams in the show either, and I am anime only, so.

But next chapter will probably be set up for the tournament and a reveal of the bracket.

Chapter 11

Silence spreads across the stadium as the final event is announced, a tournament style bracket of one on one combat. And the first round, as expected, involved Ikaris. With a determined nod, she steps to her exit, her mentor off to the side with a proud smile on his face.

 

“COMING OUT FIRST, THE 1A STUDENT THAT’S PLACED FIRST IN EVERY EVENT,” Mic shouts throughout the stadium, building as much excitement as he can, while Ikaris exits to the field, “GIVE IT UP, FOR THE WRAITH HERO: IKARIS!”

The crowd booms with applause, the excitement and wonder almost palpable, only growing louder as Mic continues.

“AND HER OPPONENT, THE AMPHIBIOUS WONDER, AND IKARIS’ ALLY THROUGHOUT THE EVENT, THE RAINY SEASON HERO: FROPPY!”

Ikaris watches her friend walk out, her face the same blank expression as always, even behind the black domino mask. As they both reach the center of the arena Midnight begins to talk.

 

“The rules are simple, you may use your quirks however you see fit, but no maiming or permanent injury of your opponent. You must remain within the ring, the upper limit of the ring is fifteen meters. The victor is decided via ring-out, knockout, or tap out. You will be given ten seconds to escape if you’re restrained, failure to do so will qualify as a tap out. Cementoss and I will be the referees, if either of us deems that anybody is going too far, and we call for a time out, you will listen, if you do not, you forfeit the match. Do you understand?”

 

As both girls nod, Midnight raises her whip, with a lightning quick movement it cracks, and the match begins.

 

Immediately, Ikaris moves, her patterns glowing a deep red as she lunges forward, grabbing Froppy by the arm, and as gently as possible, launches the frog-like girl into the grass outside of the ring, winning her first match instantly.

 

“Sorry, Froppy. But I have a festival to win,” Ikaris says, helping her friend up as she processes her quick loss.

“It’s fine, Kero. I knew I didn’t have much of a chance, you beat me every time during training.”

 

As the two step off the field, the next match up begins. Alien Queen and Shoto give the same affirmative to the rules, and their match ends just as quickly. The moment Midnight cracks her whip to begin the match, Alien Queen is immediately overwhelmed with a small glacier enveloping her. Despite her best efforts, Alien Queen is incapable of melting her way through the ice before the ten seconds are up.

 

Unlike with Froppy and Ikaris, Shoto offers no aid in freeing Alien Queen once the match is called, leaving her and those with fire based quirks to deal with the ice.

 

From the designated section for 1A, Ikaris frowns at the display from Shoto. While the rest of the stadium watches in awe at the show of power from Endeavor’s son, Endeavor himself watches in anger at the blatant disrespect sent his way, even as he helps to clear the field of his son’s ice.

The third match of the tournament lasts longer. Upon their introductions, Red Riot and Cellophane meet at the center of the arena. With the crack of Midnight’s whip, the two boys rush each other. Cellophane shoots out a strand of double sided tape in an attempt to slow down Red Riot, only to watch in shock as the Unbreakable Hero hardens his skin into a smooth, almost frictionless, material, showcasing an ability not seen by most of their class. The tape slides off of him as he barrels forward, utilizing his increased strength and durability to force a close combat scenario.

 

“What’s the matter, Ser-bro? Were you not expecting this?”

Red Riot lunges to the left, catching Cellophane off guard as he tries to hook the stronger boy with more tape. Cellophane jumps to the side, barely avoiding a well aimed punch to the side of his head. Retaliating with a wild kick at Red Riot's feet, Cellophane launches tape onto Red Riot’s chest and pulls down at the same time, knocking the redhead off balance and allowing Cellophane the chance to push him to the edge of the ring. As Red Riot stumbles closer to the edge, he grabs the tape on his chest, twisting in a half circle, he pulls with all of his might, falling off the edge he watches as Cellophane is launched with him.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, DID YOU SEE THAT ERASER?”

“I saw, and that was well played on both of their parts, but this was probably the only way the match would end. After all, Red Riot has been training with Ikaris for the past few months, it only makes sense he would think of something like this.”

 

Red Riot, feet hardened into jagged, cement piercing spikes, leans over the edge of the arena, still within its bounds as Cellophane lays beneath him, firmly planted on the ground, the tape that had held him up for a few precious seconds, cut in half by Red Riot’s hardened arm.

 

“Nice match, bro! We should spar more often, it’ll definitely help both of us become even more manly!”

Red Riot looks down at Cellophane with a large, shark-toothed smile. And despite it all, Cellophane can only huff out a laugh, as he nods in agreement.

 

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In another city, a shadow lurks, watching with interest as his prey speaks excitedly through his comms. A child, with wonderfilled eyes, and cat-like grace, sits next to the shadow, watching in curiosity as her teacher and friend hesitates for the first time. The prey, unaware of his danger, continues to talk, speaking of his little brother, a hero hopeful, who intends to save as many people as he can. A hero hopeful who found inspiration through his older brother’s actions. An older brother, who walks into the dimly lit alley way, unaware that he would not walk out of it.

 

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In the U.A. stadium, the fourth match of the tournament begins, a boy with deep purple hair, and eyebags capable of rivaling Eraserhead’s, and a boy with blond hair, and a lightning bolt within it, stand before each other, prepared to face an unknown opponent. As Midnight cracks her whip, the blond shoots forward prepared to fight, only to freeze as his opponent speaks.

 

“What? Do you plan to fight an unarmed individual?”

A strange hum echoes from the boy as he speaks, one that only Ikaris seems to notice.

“What do you mean? This is supposed to be a figh-”

The blond never finishes, as his body suddenly loses all tension, similar to a puppet with its strings cut. The purple haired boy smirks, and utters a single command.

“Walk out of the ring.”

 

The crowd watches in confusion as one of the festival’s top ten participants turns and walks directly out of the ring, effectively forfeiting his place, and allowing the general education student to move on to the next round.

Notes:

The Tournament is Here!
In all honesty I was not expecting it to be so difficult to create the bracket for the tournament, but I did it.
Here is the first round portion:

Ikaris VS
Froppy

Alien Queen VS
Shoto

Red Riot VS
Cellophane

ChargeBolt VS
Shinso

Reverb VS
Uravity

Alchemist VS
Fast Track

WuKong VS
RefractiGirl

Tentacole VS
DynaMight

I do have the entire tournament planned out, so I already know who I want to win and all that, but the rest of the matches should actually last a bit longer. I wanted to have the quicker matches earlier, so that I could set up the next round of fights.

Next chapter will probably be the next four fights, depends on how long I make them. and if they do go quicker than intended I will probably add more world building POV changes like I did with the shadow. And who knows, it might be Stain, or I could be pulling a fast one on everyone.

Notes:

This is my first fic, so please be kind. I'm gonna try to post once a week, but no promises.
Anyways, I like to think that OFA reacts differently with each holder, so with Izuku it gives the lightning, but with Mael it would react a bit more towards his feral side, and his heritage, even if he's technically Izuku now it would recognize he isn't the same person.