Izuku is a normal kid. Well, at least until he was four. You see, Izuku is in the minority of the world who does not possess an ability known as a quirk. Some people can fire lasers from their eyes and some can memorise books with a blink of an eye. Izuku, on the other hand, wishes he had at least something.
He was shunned from society, bullied or left alone. He used to have a friend, Bakugou or as he used to call him ‘Kachan’. He lost that cutesy nickname when he was four. But, even so, his mother kept sending him to the same schools as him. He was forced to become Bakugou’s shadow.
That was though, until his second year of junior high. Why? I’ll tell you.
It was a normal day of school at Aldera high, the birds were singing but inside of Izuku’s mind it was storming. He was totally done with everything. The bullying was getting too much. What used to be simple words turned into quirk-powered punches.This day though, was partially bad. He had managed to score the top student in his class for the end of year exams.
Bakugou had come second.
Now Bakugou did not like this at all. He gathered his lackeys (Extras as he calls them) and formulated a plan.
They waited for Izuku to reach the stairs to exit the school then in a blink of an eye, they pushed him with all their might.
Izuku let out a sound of distress, dropping his books and stumbling down the stairs, reaching his arms out to break the fall. A loud snap echoed throughout the hallway. It was silent. No one dared to make a sound.
Horrified, Bakugou and his lackeys make their exit, running in the opposite way.
Izuku stared at his arm, shocked. His arm bent in the opposite way. How was he gonna hide this?
Long story short, his mother took him to the hospital and took him out of Aldera and switching to Kunugigaoka. It was easy though, being the end of the year. That’s how he found himself in this situation, Staring at a bright yellow octopus who was grinning widely.
Despite having great grades he was still bumped down to the ‘E’ class. Also known as the end class. Because apparently life hated him. Anyways, back to the elephant in the room. Or should I say octopus?
“Nice to meet you!” The being said. “I’m the one who blew up the moon!”
That’s right. Just a while ago the moon had been blown up. The moon, now named the crescent moon, was shining bright in the sky despite it being the middle of the day.
“I also plan on blowing up the Earth next year!” It continued. “Seeing as I’ve become your homeroom teacher, I look forward to working with you!”
The creature smiled wider, if that was even possible. It was creepy if Izuku was being honest. A man standing next to the octopus stepped forward.
“I am Karasuma from the Ministry of Defence. We work with the Hero Commision. First of all, I would like you to understand that what I’m about to say is classified government information. Now cutting straight to the point I would like you to kill this monster.”
Gasps filled the air as the man- Karasuma finished. Izuku’s mind was in a twist. He wanted to become a hero. What kind of hero kills others? What kind of hero kills anyone? In the midst of his internal panic, someone with blue hair nudged him.
Quirk: Calming voice
When talking to someone she can calm them down. If her voice is used in a different tone, her quirk has different effects. It’s great if she wanted to ever do acting as a job!
Always active, causing her to sometimes strain her voice.
“Hey,” Kayano said in a soft voice. “Calm down. We can get through this. Anyways, us green-haired people gotta stick together!”
She smiled as Izuku relaxed.
“That’s right!” Izuku replied. “If we kill the octopus we save the whole world. Making us great heroes!”
Izuku and Kayano smiled as they turned back towards the chalkboard towards their teacher.
“The reward for success in killing this creature will be 10 biliion yen. It is an appropriate sum after all people usually don’t like working in assassination.”
Eyes widened as the reward was revealed. 10 billion yen was a lot of money ($131,447,600 aud or $95,570,320 usd), you could do a lot with it. Both good and bad.
After a quick explanation the government workers rolled out some carts filled with guns and green, flimsy knives.
“And remember,” Karasuma chimed in. “This must be kept a secret from your friends and family.”
Izuku looked around his classroom. Mixed reactions filled the faces of his classmates. Some shocked, some surprised and some with bloodlust filled smiles.
This was going to be a long year…