Chapter 180 - My CO Stash #80 - One Punch Deku by NPGamer11 (MyHeroAcademiaXOnePunchMan)

-Izuku but with a "No f.u.c.ks to give" atttude~ Also Nejire best girl.

Sypnosis: Izuku got beaten up for saving someone. By the one who was supposed to be his friend. No one helped him. Ever. And laying under that tree, beaten up, he came to a gruesome realization. So, did he wimp out and did nothing? F.U.C.K NO! He used that brilliant mind of his, made a plan and stuck to it. And now came the time to reap the rewards. OP! Izuku. OOC! Izuku. Friendship to romance.

Rated: M

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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)

''Stop this, Kacchan!'' yelled the small green-haired child. He stood protectively in front of another boy who'd already been beaten up by the class bully, Katsuki Bakugo. But that put him in harm's way as well, the blonde already preparing to blast him out of the way.

''Get lost, Deku! Your sorry quirkless ass can't do a thing.'' the blonde sneered, small sparks crackling in his palms. But Deku, whose true name was Izuku Midoriya, stood his ground.

''I won't let you hurt him!'' he yelled, hoping to draw the attention of one of the teachers. He could have sworn one looked their way, but just turned around and continued the conversation they'd been having with the others. So much for that. Izuku would receive no assistance, he had to stand alone against the now enraged Katsuki.

''Oi, Deku! Are you really ready to take a beating instead of this kid?'' he asked. Izuku couldn't verbally answer, but the new-found determination in his eyes spoke volumes. Katsuki laughed loudly at his bravery and proceeded to overpower Midoriya, hammering him into the ground.

Ten minutes passed before Katsuki and his gang of bullies left Izuku lying brutalized on the ground. He stared up at the sky wondering how it all came to be. How could he and Katsuki go from friends to enemies? The answer lied in their DNA.

Had past experts been asked what they believed the next step of human evolution would be, none would have proposed a mutation allowing for superpowers. And yet, this strange phenomenon occurred and was eventually referred to as a quirk. In just a few generations, almost eighty percent of the world's population had one.

And yet, Izuku Midoriya was one of the unfortunate twenty-percent.

"Your son is quirkless."

~Flashback~

Izuku couldn't wait to find out what quirk he'd have! Would it be his mother's ability to attract objects? His fathers fire breath? Maybe they would combine, giving him pyrokinesis! Or maybe he wouldn't take after either parent and would instead have a completely different power, one that was super smashingly awesome all on its own...

But instead, he was told four blunt, cruel words instead. The same words that had just replayed in his mind.

''Your son is quirkless.''

For days after visiting the doctor, little four-year-old Izuku asked his mother repeatedly, "Mom, can I still be a hero like All Might?"

After first seeing the Pro Hero's debut, all he'd ever wanted was to emulate the man who everyone called 'The Symbol of Peace'. But, his mother was unable to answer him at first. When she did, she turned to face her son before wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I'm sorry… It's my fault… I'm sorry…"

It confirmed his fears. She didn't believe in him either…

But young Midoriya's misfortune didn't end there.

'Hey, Izuku, when will your quirk show up?'' one of the children in his daycare asked.

But Katsuki just scoffed. ''Haven't you heard? He DOESN'T HAVE a quirk. I guess now you really are a useless Deku! Ha haha ha ha.''

~End Flashback~

As Izuku lay in the dirt, his body aching from Katsuki's latest beating, he remembered how painful it had been to hear such cruel things from people he trusted… people who were supposed to be his friends. It was in that moment of recollection that he came to a gruesome realization. A realization that every child eventually comes to understand as he grows up.

'All men are not created equal'

It was a bitter and harrowing truth for someone so young to accept, but, he knew that if he ever wanted to succeed in this world, if he was going to achieve his dreams, then he would have to do it by himself. After all, it was now obvious that those around him would likely just laugh and tell him he was going to fail anyway.

Midoriya knew it would be brutal, already aware of how many obstacles would be in his way even though he was so young. But on that day, Izuku decided that nothing would stop him; he would be the Number 1 Hero in the world, no matter what.

10 YEARS LATER...

Izuku strolled down the street, making his way to Aldera. He was in his last year of junior high there and knew that today they were going to be reviewing their high school applications. He'd applied to U.A., the best hero school on that side of Japan, even though he's aware that everyone would make fun of him since they all believed he was a quirkless nobody.

As he made his way to the entrance, he spotted Katsuki and his gang waiting for him. He smirked at their stupidity; they'd been pulling the same stunt without success for the past year and a half. He wasn't going to be caught off guard by them today or ever. A rapid, short breeze swept across the street and he was gone. "Idiots…"

The three bullies were none the wiser, however, impatiently waiting for their target to show up.

"Damn it! There are only five minutes until class starts; he should have already been here. Are you SURE you didn't see him come in earlier?" Katsuki asked in agitation, looking down at his posse of 'extras'.

"I'm sure, Bakugo. I've been here since before school even opened; he hasn't come by yet." The teen with bat wings and a chubby figure answered.

They gave up and headed to class, only for the boy who could grow his fingernails super long to pause and pale when he got to the door. Katsuki noticed and stopped walking as well, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Deku is already in the classroom, isn't he?" he asked, doing his best not to blow a fuse; he'd save that for Midoriya. The rest of their classmates backed away from the door, sensing his wrath. Izuku's table was straight ahead, the boy completely engrossed and concentrating on the notebook he always carried around. Bakugo was going to burn that thing once he was done squishing the little pest that owned it.

Katsuki charged up explosions in his hands and took off, sailing through the air to nail the sorry bastard… Or so he thought. A split second before his fist connected with its target, Deku vanished from sight and the window opened. Everyone looked up just in time to see Bakugo flying out of the newly created opening before falling straight into the water container below, startling the carps that had been swimming peacefully.

The students ran to the window, watching as he surfaced and spewed out water. He looked up to find them laughing at him… all except Deku. Instead, the boy jumped down and offered him a hand.

"Are you alright, Kacchan? Do you need any help? he asked, his face blank even though his eyes were showing signs of concern. Bakugo, however, ignored the boy's kindness and swatted his hand away, climbing out himself and pouring the water from his shoes.

Their teacher leaned out as well, shouting down at them. "Katsuki, after you get changed I'm going to call your mother about using your quirk in school. Izuku, you're going to serve two weeks of detention for pulling stunts. Now, both of you get back inside!"

Katsuki grinned triumphantly. Calling his mom? Sure, he was going to catch hell at home, but, that was a slap on the wrist compared to Midoriya's punishment. He turned towards him, half-prepared to see him crying. The Deku he'd always known always cried. But all he saw was a blank expression; the bastard didn't even wobble his lip.

He couldn't help but wonder what had changed in Izuku. The once almost frail, easily pushed around, crybaby quirkless Deku was seemingly outsmarting him and suppressing his tendency to let his emotions get the better of him. It couldn't have been a quirk… those only manifested in young children. But something was definitely different.

He contemplated this rapid maturation in Midoriya's skills and personality for the rest of the day, fully intending on calling his ass out once more. Just as the final bell rang, he turned in his chair and shouted. "DEKU!"

But all that he found was an empty seat, another strong breeze rushing through the classroom and scattering everyone's papers. He grunted in confused irritation before getting ready to hang out with his group of extras as he usually did.

Izuku happily strolled to the convenience store to pick up cereal and spices for the katsudon his mom was preparing for dinner. He had just made it into the underpass when a manhole cover opened, a giant blob of green slime crawling out.

"Damn it! He's right behind me… I need a medium sized meat suit to get away… THERE!" It spoke.

"Oh boy, it noticed me." Izuku thought as it's form created tentacles that immediately sped toward him. He vanished though, avoiding the attack with ease.

"What?! Where is he?" It exclaimed, turning to find the teen staring at him curiously. "Stay still boy! This will only hurt for about forty-five seconds and then..."

Izuku wasn't listening though. He was preoccupied with wondering if the villains near liquid constitution meant that it was resistant to physical attacks and if it could survive being blown to chunks. He only refocused when he realized that it was moving to attack him again, this time with the intention of covering his entire body. Without hesitation, Midoriya c.o.c.ked an arm back to send a punch, only to be interrupted by a hulking figure jumping out of the manhole as well.

"It's alright now because I am here!" the man yelled, his voice easily recognizable as Izuku's (still) favorite hero. He jumped towards the villain with incredible speed, readying his arm as he unleashed one of his signature attacks. "TEXAS SMASH!"

The criminal was blown away instantly, Izuku watching from the sidelines with hidden admiration and a touch of irritation. "Damn it! I had it!"

"I apologize for getting you involved, young man!" All Might stated, "But I admire your courage. You stood your ground, and I respect that. Now, just a moment, please."

All might moved to scoop the villain into his soda bottle, turning back to Izuku after he was finished. The boy was wildly writing in his notebook, mumbling under his breath.

"So, he could be blown apart as long as there was enough physical force… and he could survive being in pieces like that. If you aren't as strong as All Might or can't deal a powerful blow like that then he's only weak spot is his eyes since they are the only solid parts of his body. I wonder if muttermutter, muttermuttermutter, mutter, muttermutter muttermutter…"

"Ehem! Excuse me, young man? What are you doing?" asked the completely bamboozled hero.

"Oh, right!" Izuku gasped, "You're still here. Um… I sort of take notes on every quirk I see so that I know how to deal with it if I were to come across it again in the future when I… I…"

The Pro could see the apprehension start to spread over Midoriya's face. "Is there something wrong, young man?"

Izuku inhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves. "All Might… Can… Can someone without a quirk become a hero like you?"

All Might was honestly surprised by the question. He'd been asked all sorts of things before, everything from details about his quirk to what his favorite ocean fish was (the clownfish, if you were wondering). But this was the LAST thing he was expecting. He knew what he had to say though and looked at Izuku, his famous smile slowly diminishing.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, young man, but being a target for villains everyday… It just wouldn't be possible to survive without a quirk. So, in my good conscience, I must say that... No, you can't." He explained gently. He'd expected to see sadness on the teens face, possibly even tears in his eyes. But all he saw was a bitter understanding, disappointment, and anger.

"Yeah." Izuku responded hotly, "I figured you'd say that. Next, you're going to tell me to become a policeman, firefighter, or something else, right? I'd hoped that maybe, MAYBE, you would be different, but, I guess you're all one and the same."

All Might was taken aback by the venom dripping from the boy's voice, but, a moment later it was all gone.

"Ah, I'm sorry; I let my emotions get the better of me. Anyway, could you sign my notebook?" Midoriya continued quickly, forcing himself not to feel the painful sting of rejection once more. He held out the notebook and pen he had expectantly, being sure to seem as sorry and grateful as possible even though that wasn't at all how he was feeling.

The Pro hesitantly agreed and wrote his signature across two pages. It was a little concerning how the apparently quirkless boy had gone from resentful to totally calm so quickly, but, he told himself it wasn't worth his continued attention. He gave a nod and took off, leaving Izuku to continue on with his day.

"DAMN!" Midoriya fumed internally, "That jerk! I had it! I did not need help!"

He'd been heading home after his run-in with the Number 1 Hero and getting groceries when he'd noticed the commotion in the street. Upon closer inspection, he'd noticed that the perpetrator was the same villain who'd attacked him under the overpass, and this time it had a hostage.

It took him another moment to realize that the hostage was Kacchan, but once he did, he'd rushed into the midst of the chaos without a second thought, throwing his bag at the criminal and moving to pull Bakugo out. He'd been preparing to punch him again, but just as before, All Might rushed in and stole his thunder.

He'd kept his irritation in check even when he was scolded by the other heroes on the scene while Bakugo was praised for his strong quirk and endurance. Still, the ridiculousness was astounding and quite frankly, infuriating. He'd slipped away as soon as he could, slipping by the press as they swarmed.

"Oi! Deku!" Katsuki shouted after him.

"Ugh. Great… here we go again…" Midoriya groaned internally.

"Don't you think for a second that I owe you or anything! I don't know how you got there so fast, but I don't care! You're still a nobody to me!" But as he yelled at his once childhood friend, Katsuki wondered: "How DID he get there so fast?"

Izuku simply flipped him off and continued walking, completely done and far too fed up with everything to deal with the explosive blonde at the moment. He was relieved that no explosions followed him, suggesting that Bakugo had decided not to retaliate and had gone on home. "Good; I'm already late as it is."

"I am here!"

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Midoriya thought with exasperation. He just couldn't seem to catch a break that day, not that misfortune was particularly abnormal in his life. He stopped walking and waited impatiently for the Pro to speak again.

"I escaped the reporters as fast as I could so that I could catch up to you, young man. I would like to speak with you!" All Might explained.

Despite how much he really just wanted to get home, Izuku nodded. "Alright, go ahead."

Steam suddenly erupted from the man's body, covering his large form momentarily. As it cleared, the once strong, muscular figure was replaced entirely by a skinny frail blonde with sunken eyes; he looked more like a skeleton than a human.

''What has happened to you! Are you a fake?! An impostor?! A-''

"Stop right there!" All Might boomed, "This pathetic form is the result of an injury I received during battle. The fight was never publicized, but, my wounds were substantial. I ended up losing my stomach and permanently hurting my respiratory system. Now, I can only be a hero for up three hours a day… a time limit that's lowering steadily. That's what I want to talk to you about, young man. Now… What's your name?"

Deku could only sweatdrop at first in response. "Izuku Midoriya…"

All Might grinned widely and begin shifting back into his heroic form. "Right. Young Midoriya, today I demolished your dreams and told you that you couldn't do something, but I was wrong. When asked 'Why did you save someone or do a heroic deed?', all of the heroes answer with 'My legs moved on their own.'. I saw that in you today. So, young Midoriya. I would like to correct my previous statement! YOU CAN BE A HERO!"

"Okay," Izuku responded blankly.

"And I have chosen you to inherit my power!" All Might finished excitedly, the pride in his voice and posture almost sickening to Deku.

The teen paused as he took in the hero he'd idolized, finding that he was far less enthralled by him than he once had been. He'd asked All Might if he could be a hero and the man had said 'no', just like everyone else did. Midoriya swore to himself he'd prove him wrong. He'd prove them ALL wrong… and he'd do it without taking the shortcut.

"...No."

"NANI?"

Chapter 2

"NANI?" All Might exclaimed in utter shock and confusion.

"I mean it; I don't want to inherit your power."

"But, young Midoriya!" The Pro responded incredulously. "I thought it was your dream to become a great hero! Why would you refuse the power that would not only put you par with others but, likely make you even stronger than them!"

Izuku's eyes were hard as he stared down his ex-idol. "Because I've spent my whole life doing everything myself since I had to learn early on that no one would help me. I will achieve my dreams on my own, without needing to rely on anyone… even you."

All Might flinched at the last line. It was evident that his careless dismissal of Izuku's dreams earlier that day had really done damage. "I see now, young Midoriya… You've suffered ridicule and contempt since you were young, forced to listen to people laugh at you and diminish your dreams."

Midoriya finally got his emotions back under control and turned away from All Might, the man slowly deflating both physically and emotionally as he realized how grave of an error he'd made.

"What I meant was, thank you for your offer but I'm not interested," Izuku explained quietly but with firmness. "All I need is myself, now and always."

He stepped past the seemingly paralyzed man and continued walking to his home, leaving him there to think about their conversation. All Might was painfully aware that he could have done so many things differently during their first encounter. He could have taken the time to hear Izuku out rather than instantly smash his dreams.

"I'm so sorry, young Midoriya." he thought in defeat as he walked away somberly. "I'm sorry I couldn't be your hero when it was clear that you needed one."

There were so many people he couldn't save in the past; desperate citizens all over the world that he'd never meet but that needed him anyway. All Might had never lost a person once stepping on the scene… until today.

After being thoroughly scolded by his mother for attempting to fight villains before becoming a hero, Izuku sat down in his room.

''So, not even Number 1 hero believes in my dreams. Go figure. Now... I've got 10 months before the entrance exam. Time to plan this out.'' He stayed up late that night, devising the perfect schedule for himself. He felt that if he followed it to a tee, he would be prepared for the U.A. exam, and pass it with flying colors. Satisfied with his work, he went to sleep.

Over the course of the next ten months, not much changed in Izuku's life. The only noticeable difference was that Bakugo wasn't trying to pick on him anymore, not that Izuku cared about that. He threw himself into his studies, learning everything he'd need for the written portion of the entrance exam. His hard work paid off in the end, allowing him to graduate at the top of his year. The only person who came close to his score was Bakugo, the blonde struggling not to blow a fuse over the loss.

On the night before the exam, Midoriya went to bed early, feeling calm and prepared for anything life could throw at him.

IZUKU'S DREAMS

Izuku sat in a lecture hall while the proctor handed out tests to everyone. He got to work, easily solving the test in fifteen minutes only to find himself in a Japanese dojo moments later. The R-rated hero, Midnight, was with him.

"Oh… So, it's one of THOSE dreams." he thought to himself, feeling a stir in his pants. But instead of the usual dream sequence that followed seeing the heroine, she sat before him and said: "For the practical portion of the exam, you have to beat me at Rock-Paper-Scissors."

The woman extended her hand towards Izuku, but he noticed something strange on it. Startled, he woke up and screamed. "DON'T COME PLAYING ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS WITH A BOGGER ON YOUR FINGER!"

He sighed once he'd calmed down, checking the clock. Today was the day… He was going to start his path to showing the world what he's really worth. He confidently stood from his bed and walked to the bathroom; He was ready.

Izuku arrived at the U.A. facility early as any diligent student would and sat in the entrance hall waiting for the written portion of the exam to start. Other's started trickling in including a stiff blue-haired boy who'd immediately started reprimanding students about their hair, clothes, etc. Midoriya really hoped that he wouldn't have to be near that guy during any portion of the exam. Bakugo showed up not long after, scowl ever present on his face.

Once everything was ready, they were given an hour and a half to finish the first phase, of which Izuku only needed fifty minutes. From there, they had a half hour break before being redistributed to different areas for the practical portion.

Midoriya was quiet as he rode the bus towards 'Site Q', examining the other students who'd been assigned to the same area. He could only describe their quirks as mediocre at this point but decided to memorize them anyway, taking notes as always. He thought about the exam itself as well, concluding that it needed some serious changes. It only allowed people with combative quirks to shine and even then they had to be effective against non-sentient beings. He didn't have long to dwell on it, however, as the test was about to begin.

"ALL EXAMINEE'S TAKE YOUR POSITIONS ON THE LINE! START!"

Midoriya didn't waste any time and rushed towards the city, other students even pointing towards him and laughing at his 'early start'. But they were quickly grounded by the proctors next words.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? THERE ARE NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL LIFE! GO, GO, GO!"

The remaining students quickly ran in, ready to trash some robots only to barely find any… any moving that is.

While they stood confused, Izuku was having a blast. He could finally unleash his powers more than usual. Here, nobody would care that the asphalt cracked under him as he ran or that he swatted the robots away like flies. He was enjoying himself so much, he even allowed a ghost of a smile to creep upon his face. He sprinted all over the exam site, destroying robots and occasionally saving other participants. However, after about five-six minutes, he decided to sit back and observe some of the other U.A. hopefuls'.

He spotted a group that appeared to be working together under the leadership of a boy with gravity-defying purple hair., the teen giving commands to the other's while they attempted to immobilize the robot before he tried to destroy it.

It was painfully obvious that he hadn't trained a day in his life, his arm almost breaking from just punching the robots eye.

Suddenly a giant-ass robot appeared from the ground right after, its hulking form preparing to smash the little group closest to it.

Izuku grinned for the first time in a while and then vanished in a burst of speed towards the metal giant, only stopping briefly along the way to save others from the debris. One of the people he helped was the purple-haired boy himself.

As their eyes met, Midoriya was able to see a mixture of emotions… Disbelief, anger, sadness, and something else… something familiar that he knew but couldn't remember for the life of him right then. Once again he didn't have time to think about it too long; he had to disassemble that monstrous robot that was edging closer to them.

Most of the U.A. personnel were sitting in a dimly lit conference room, reviewing the videos from the various testing sites.

"It seems like we have a promising year ahead of us." Nezu mused.

"Yes; It seems that we have some with powerful capabilities. They certainly surpass the last years' crop." Vlad King agreed.

Present Mic nodded as he looked over the footage that included Bakugo, the blonde destroying robots and screaming in joy. "I feel you. While the others got tired and slowed down, he just kept picking up steam and gathered the highest amount of points… If you don't count HIM, that is."

''I think it's time to address the elephant in the room,'' Eraserhead suggested.

They all turned towards the middle screen, examining the green blur that made its way through the makeshift city leaving a trail of destroyed robots in its wake. Eventually, it stopped on a rooftop, allowing them to see the face of the young perspective hero. All Might (in his skinny form) gawked at the boy, easily recognizing him as the one he'd hurt all those months ago.

"What information do we have on him?" The principal asked, not missing his newest employees expression. The R-rated heroine, Midnight, examined their doc.u.ments and took over.

"His name is Izuku Midoriya; he just turned fifteen yesterday. There doesn't appear to be any medical or criminal history… He lives alone with his mother and his quirk is…" Silence filled the room.

"Well? What is it?" Hound Dog asked.

"It… These official forms say that he doesn't have one," she admitted, the rest of the board just as full of shock and disbelief.

"But how is that even possible? This kid is easily as strong as All Might himself, if not more so! I mean, he pulverized the 0-pointer with just a punch! We can barely pass what's left as scrap metal! That's simply not possible without possessing a quirk!" Recovery Girl insisted, the statement causing Eraserhead to roll his eyes at how close-minded his coworkers seemed to be. Nezu was the only one to notice.

"Have you something to add, Erasure?" he asked.

"You people forget that even before the era of quirks, mankind achieved some incredible feats. While I also find it hard to believe that he doesn't have a quirk of some kind, there is only one way to be truly sure."

"Oh, and what way is that?" Nezu questioned.

"We invite him here."

Izuku knew that U.A. usually sent their acceptance letters a week after all of the exams were graded, so he was quite surprised when the doorbell to his apartment rang and he found Present Mic and All Might standing in his doorway. The No.1 Hero was the one to finally break the tension.

"Excuse us for coming to see you unannounced, young Midoriya," he stated, "but could you please come with us? It's about your entrance exam."

Izuku looked at him with a doubtful expression before turning to the other hero present.

"He's telling the truth, kiddo… He will be teaching at U.A. this year. Now, notify your mother that you'll be gone this afternoon and please come with us."

"My mom isn't home." Izuku responded, "I'll notify her on the way." He put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket, phone, and wallet. "Okay, let's go."

Izuku was amazed by U.A.; it was where all of the heroes he'd admired went. He tried to look at everything, his neck almost snapping as he whipped it in every direction at once. However, when his gaze would land on All Might his eyes would grow cold. The Number One Hero noticed the abrupt changes and shivered, thinking back to the conversation he'd had with the principal.

ALL MIGHT: FLASHBACK

"So, Yagi… I couldn't help but notice that you had a strange look in your eyes while we watched the footage covering Izuku Midoriya… It almost seemed like perhaps you'd met the boy once." Nezu stated while he sipped on his cup of tea.

All Might sighed and looked deeply into his own beverage. He knew it was best to just come clean, so he explained his connection to the strange quirkless powerhouse. He told the principal about how he'd 'saved' him from the sludge villain, how he'd crushed his dreams only to eat his words when the teen had run in to save a peer, and about how he'd told him about his condition and offered him his power… He told him how Izuku had refused the opportunity.

"I crushed his dreams and let him down when he needed me most." He admitted sadly, "I should have-"

"Don't beat yourself up so much, Yagi." Nezu interrupted, giving the Pro a stern look. "You didn't say anything wrong; you couldn't have known that he had such strength when he'd already told you he had no quirk. Yes, Midoriya is bitter and angry with you, but, he's a teenager. What did you expect? It's unhelpful to blame yourself for saying what seemed like the most responsible thing to say in the moment. You simply gave him the best advice you could have with what you knew."

"What do you suggest I do then, sir?" All Might asked.

"Just be aware that while he might be angry now, he will come around eventually. When that happens, you must be there for him… You will have to help him as only you can truly relate to how it feels to desire to be a hero and not initially possess the quirk to be one. Teach Midoriya how to control his power as it will, in time, be even stronger than yours and look for another suitable successor."

FLASHBACK END

Toshinori looked on with determination in his eyes. Nezu was right; he must use the time he had left to find a successor and hopefully train young Midoriya. The power the boy exhibited would be devastating if it was left to rage uncontrolled.

Their car pulled up to a large building labeled 'Gym Gamma'. As Midoriya walked in, he found Nezu, Eraserhead, Midnight, Cementos, and Recovery Girl waiting for him. The old woman was holding a suitcase, staring at him expectantly.

"You have nothing to fear!" the principal explained. "All we want is for you to perform some additional physical tests and allow us to take samples of your DNA."

Izuku was easily able to figure out what this was all about, irritation flaring up in his chest. "You don't believe I'm quirkless… You think I lied on my official medical reports." He stated, anger making its way onto his face.

"With the extreme power you exhibited during the entrance exam, can you blame us?" Eraserhead responded.

Izuku relented then, turning back to Nezu to see what all they wanted from him. The mouse smiled reassuringly and continued. "Alright, we're going to need a sample of your saliva, blood, hair follicles, and skin. Once Recovery Girl is through retrieving those then you can start performing the extra practical tests we've set up. Is that alright with you?"

Izuku just nodded his head quietly, allowing the old pro to poke and prod at him until she had everything she wanted. She rushed to the lab right after, giggling like an excited little girl and leaving them to finish their own tests.

Cementos started the process by creating some obstacles for him to cross in the shortest time possible. After that, he conjured concrete slabs and pillars, only for Izuku to pulverize them all with a single punch. The pro stepped up the difficulty some, instead creating golems. Once again, Midoriya dispatched them with another simple punch. By this point, Cementos was getting slightly annoyed. He pushed his own power to its limit and created a giant concrete monster.

The corners of Izuku's mouth bent upwards at the display. He muttered under his breath, the phrase only audible to Nezu. "Surekill Move: Light Punch". His arm swung simultaneously with only a bit more effort than the previous times, pulverizing the stone. The rest of the spectators were stunned in disbelief."

"He doesn't appear to have a transformation or emitter type quirk…" Aizawa spoke, the words making everyone even more shocked. "I tried to erase his quirk every time he attacked but it did nothing; how long until the old lady gets results?"

"It should only be another ten minutes or so," Nezu responded. "Alright, now I have a few questions for you, Midoriya."

The teen turned to the small mouse and nodded, readying himself for the questions he'd already assumed they'd ask him.

"Did the last attack show us the limits of your strength?"

"No," Midoriya responded.

"Interesting; Could you tell us what your actual limits are?" Nezu pushed.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I haven't determined my full potential yet." Izuku explained; That's one of the main reasons he wanted to go to U.A., so that he could be in an environment where he could flex his power without running the risk of hurting others or damaging property he wasn't allowed to.

"I see…" The principal considered, "Then how is it you came to have this power if you maintain that it is not based in a quirk?"

"I'd prefer not to say," Midoriya responded coldly, a smug determination in his eyes.

"I see…" Nezu repeated, the group falling into an uncomfortable silence until Recovery Girl came back with her results.

The old woman cleared her throat, still astounded herself by the conclusion. "As hard as it is to believe, Izuku Midoriya does not appear to have a quirk. However, there is more peculiarity than just his speed and strength. His white cells seem stronger. His red cells can carry more oxygen. On a hunch, I attempted to infect some of his blood samples with viruses and his white blood cells disintegrated them within minutes, even the ones we tried to cure for decades."

The faculty turned towards Midoriya, finding that he still had a near emotionless mask planted firmly on his face. The only hint of anything else was the barest hints of smugness in the depths of his green eyes.

"So," he spoke, "if I've finished these ridiculous extra tests, can you tell me what I scored on the entrance exam?"

Nezu had to get his bearings before he answered, still just as blown away as everyone else by the news. "Of… Of course… You scored second highest in the written portion with a ninety-seven percent and first in the practical with our highest point count in history, 247 villain points. However, since we were secretly awarding rescue points as well, you ultimately scored a grand total of 293."

Izuku looked satisfied with the information, deciding it was best to take his leave then since it didn't appear they had anything more for him to do. He'd taken his first step in proving everyone wrong and had no doubt about his acceptance to U.A. He could go home, relax, and enjoy the last few days of his summer vacation before starting at his dream school.

How was that? We must not forget, Izuku is godly strong now, but he's also human. He won7t be the perfect picture of a hero, like canon. Canon Izuku is completely selfless and ready to give it all if he can save someone. I like him like that, and it works for canon. But it won't be like that here. Here, things will be different. How different? You'll just have to wait and find out.