Chapter 8 - hu

Part of his quirk training was to not depend entirely on his quirk. Pragmatism was drilled into his mind. That's how a gunman is supposed to act. Do whatever it takes to get the job done. Only the necessary parts of certain martial arts were taught to him, ones that would be most effective in taking down his opponent. He was also forced to aim perfectly while on the run without using his new accuracy quirk. It took two months for him to get used to it and the physics lessons he learned in middle school definitely did help in aiming and using the power of ricochet on his side but a revolver could only do so much. He never asked for much but a sniper rifle would have helped him. Sensei had it delivered to his room the next day along with a few chemicals and empty bullets with a note.

You create different types of bullets yourself.

It was more of an order over a suggestion. He had no choice but to study up Chemistry a little bit more. Even after two months, he only managed to create Sleep Darts and Explosive Darts. Probably because Shigaraki only gave him a bedroom-level chemistry set. Nothing he could do about it. He was fully trained up when the tenth month of his training finished. Any other improvements to himself would have been dependent on him from this day forth, as Kurogiri said. He probably does, but now, his body is a lot more defined and he's a lot stronger than he was ten months ago. It was time for his first mission as Kurogiri warps him to the bar.

*bzzztt… please reach for… bzzztt… juice… bzztt* Kurogiri complied as he poured orange juice in a glass and passed it over to Izuku. "I'll have some beer." Shigaraki asked for himself and was given so.

*bzzztt… three wishes…bzzztt* That was his version of 'What's the mission?'. He got no other stuff other than that to use for that question. "Three wishes? Lucky me." Izuku only glared at Shigaraki who held his hands up while chuckling. "Oh c'mon, let me joke around, Izuku."

*bzztt… THREE WISHES…bzztt*

"Enroll to UA." Shigaraki didn't bother looking at him and just continued to drink from his beer as he said that.

"..."

"..."

*bzztt… BITCH, WHAT YOU TRIPPIN?! …bzztt* The way the cassette tape said the line did not match Izuku's deadpan face. He looked at Kurogiri, who just shrugged at him. "We need an insider for that school. All Might's gonna be a teacher there, you know?" Izuku saw some sense there but…

He motioned at his entire face and emphasized on his stitched mouth. "Sensei has a quirk that could change your appearance but yeah, that stitch could be a problem. We'll just have to cover it with a cloth mask or something and say that you had an accident. We already gave you a fake name. Your new family name would be Bara and your given name is now Akusero. Akusero Bara. Doesn't sound TOO bad, right? A plain name for a normal kid just trying to attend high school, right?" Izuku was still not convinced by this.

"Look, we can't start our revolution if we don't have a mole inside UA. We need to find out about All Might's schedule or anything important." Right, even after all these months, he still haven't mentioned All Might's weak spot. It might be because he wanted the world to see the man become a shadow of his former self first.

*bzztt… ALRIGHTY MCSPICY… bzztt* He hated the sound clips Shigaraki gave him. Might as well just nod in agreement. "Good, I'll be rallying a bunch of people here, and you'll be there feeding us a lot of information. You'll be like our assassin or something. The guy who flanks the enemy. A spy among them. Of course, to lessen any suspicion on you, you'll just apply to the General Ed Course. We know about your," Shigaraki paused for a moment and did some jazz hands impression, not knowing how to describe whatever he's gonna say. "Rocky? Relationship with that Bakugou kid? He's a pretty good candidate to join us."

Izuku glared again at Shigaraki for even suggesting that Bakugou is a good recruit to have. The pale teen did not care about the glaring. "I'm just teasing. We'll just see for ourselves whether he's worth having or not. Is all."

*bzztt… please accept this gift…bzztt* He smacked Shigaraki on the back of his head, making him spill his drink. "What the hell, man?!" He was rubbing his head while Kurogiri sighed and simply wiped up the mess.

Even if there's some heavy teasing between them, Shigaraki and Izuku had developed a brotherly relationship. Probably because, despite Kurogiri's protest, Sensei had them warped in the middle of a warzone in Liberia and tasked them to survive for two weeks. Of course, they didn't know that Sensei would actually intervene had they been in any real danger but they both had it covered. Shigaraki is off disintegrating people while Izuku covers him from the distance with his sniper rifle. Izuku never actually killed anyone there and only ever used his sleep darts, seeing as how he didn't like killing. Two weeks later, they were warped back in Japan by Kurogiri and both came out respecting the other and looking out for each others' well being.

*bzztt… sorry…wvlilclockybzztt… not sorry…bzztt..*

"Heh, you ass. You got this, Izuku. Do it for the team." With a sigh that could not escape his lips, he nods his head. Shigaraki brightened up a bit after he convinced his first true friend. "Nice! Kick their ass at UA, Izuku, but leave some for me." He patted Izuku's head. "Well, before you go through all that bullshit, wanna play SkullGirls?"

*bzztt… you dare challenge me, mortal?… wvlilclockybzztt… I'll have you know that I only cried for twe-* Izuku slapped the cassette recorder in frustration. Maybe trying to mix some clips from SpongeBob and other things isn't a good idea. Of course, it would glitch and decided to say the entire thing. "For fuck's sake. Say something right, you piece of junk" He thought to himself as he tries to ignore Shigaraki laughing at him.

He couldn't bear to see Auntie Inko like this. After De- Izuku's disappearance ten months ago, she was never the same. Every single day, she would go outside to look for her son. He didn't have the balls to tell her what happened. He knew Izuku went off somewhere to kill himself and he might have succeeded but he could never tell her that. Not after the shame he felt for saying everything he said to him for the last ten years. Even if he didn't tell her, he could see the way she looks at him. He had a feeling that she just knows how he treated Izuku.

"This is all my fault…" It is for him. Little did he know, Izuku never blamed him that much. Only a little. The funeral came even when there's no body to bury. Izuku Midoriya was declared dead after being missing for five months. Auntie Inko gave him that look during the entire event every time they made eye contact. He couldn't bear it any longer. The school also had a wake for him. Katsuki could never be more disgusted by the people who pretended to know Izuku. All these classmates claimed how he was a good guy and how they were friends with him. It disgusts him how they could tell that with a straight face. Then again, he was no better.

A few days after the funeral, he visited her apartment. He hesitated a little bit before finally mustering up the courage to knock on the door. He opened up and what he saw was a mess. Auntie Inko's eyes were bloodshot and her hair is a mess. Her eye bags are very visible and even then, he's still intimidated by her glare.

"I'll make this right." It took one sentence for her to understand what he meant. It meant that he was blaming himself. It meant that he wanted to fix his mistake. It meant that he'll be a hero that Izuku would have wanted to be. She only glared at him for a while but he never moved from his determined stare. "You better." It took one sentence to break his confidence as she slammed the door on his face. He has a lot to atone for.

To say that Yu Takeyama was doing great would be an overstatement. She admits that she did go too far on what she told the kid but she didn't expect her cousin's friend to sew his mouth shut before going missing. For all she knows, he could've picked a random building and jump. The body was never found. She had a lot of regrets and this is one of them. She didn't want this. She's supposed to be a hero. She should've been better than this.

"I fucked up. I really, really fucked up." She told herself in the mirror. There was a funeral, her cousin said, but there was no body to bury. She put on her hero costume after a little bit of self-loathing. "If there's no body to bury, that means he's still out there somewhere. I'll find him, and I'll make this right."

"You're not taking that with you." Shigaraki snatched away his only method of communication from him. "Take this instead." He tossed a pen and notebook at him. The only sound left that he could make with his mouth was the frustrated grumbling. Nothing he could do about it. "Kick some ass out there, Izuku."

Izuku deadpanned at him as he rights something on the notebook. *Yeah, maybe I'll kick yours after I give you the intel we need.*

"Very funny. Kurogiri, get him by the corner at the entrance." He didn't have time to give Shigaraki the middle finger before being warped away. "You've grown attached to him, Shigaraki." A voice from the television says.

"He's a reliable guy, Sensei. I trust him with my life."

"Exactly why I sent the both of you to Liberia."

"Sensei, forgive me for what I'm about to say but, screw you." Shigaraki said and he only got a chuckle in response. "You've grown up, Shigaraki. The both of you had in these ten months."

He was teleported just by the corner at UA's entrance. He pulled out his cloth mask and put it on, covering his mouth. The only reason he'd do this is because Bakugou would have recognized him right away if he saw the stitches. His appearance was also altered by Sensei but it had to be reapplied every week. No quirks are perfect, as they say. Right now, he had a completely black hair without his usual green highlights and blood-red eyes. He still kept his curly hairstyle. "What's my cover name again? Right, Akusero Bara. I could think of something better like… Mikumo Akatani or something like that."

He didn't bother complaining in his mind more than he should as he entered UA. He aced the entrance exams from General Ed. It's easy enough for Sensei to get him fake school records. A record that's good enough but not too good that the teachers would suspect anything. "What's my class again?" He looked at the paper where his class and schedule is written. "Ah right, 1C." He stopped exactly in front of a big door. "Must be for guys with a gigantification quirk."

He entered the room and it's a bunch of rowdy teens that he don't care about. He may have accidentally entered through the front door as they're now looking at him. He knows that they're staring at his cloth mask. Not wanting to get too many questions asked, Izuku quickly whipped out his notebook and… he forgot to make up an excuse for why he's wearing a cloth mask. He got nervous and wrote something on the fly.

*Villain attack. Got my tongue ripped out. I'd rather not talk about it.* He may or may not have regretted writing that. Either way, that got them off his back with a look of sympathy. He went straight for the seat at the back beside a teen with a messy purple hair. Izuku would say that this guy's eye bags are legendary but that would have been an understatement. They tried to ignore each other for the first few minutes but it's getting too awkward for both of them. Izuku decided to break the ice.

He whipped out his only method of communication while cursing himself for making sign language an optional thing to learn. *Rough day?* He passed it to the purple-haired guy beside him. The guy looked at him for a moment before answering. "You can say that."

*Akusero Bara.* He wrote down on the paper. The kid hummed in response. "Hitoshi Shinso."

*Got a quirk?* Shinso looked uncomfortable after he was asked that. Izuku knew that something's up. *Uh, that bad?*

"Yeah, I guess. My quirk is not really that great." Shinso grinned sadly while avoiding eye contact with Izuku. *Can't be that bad. Look, I won't judge. Whatever it is, mine's no better.* He wrote down at the paper. Shinso considered it for a moment before giving in.

"My quirk is called Brainwashing. If you respond to me verbally, I can take control of your mind and make you do simple things. You can guess what people thought of me back then. I just wanted to be a hero." Shinso looked expectantly at Izuku, thinking he'd be the same as everyone else. Much to his surprise, the black-haired kid in front of him had his eyes shine.

*That's pretty cool. You could end a hostage situation or any fights instantly if you could just target a villain's ego. Jeez, I wish I had a quirk.* Shinso did not expect that response but he's okay with it. Something was bothering him though, as if something was off in the kid's last sentence. "Don't you mean you wish you had a quirk like mine?"

*I don't have any and then fate had to fuck me over and make a villain rip my tongue out. Ain't that great? Eh, at least I got no interest in being a hero.* Izuku waved off Shinso's concern. It's more like he no longer wants to be a hero but he's not just gonna write that. *I do have a certain set of skills that will make life hell for anyone who messes with me.* He wrote innocently. He wasn't lying. He's yet to see anyone who could outsmart a bullet to the private part.

"Does that include martial arts?"

*Only the important parts. Had to mix it up with things that would work instead of those stylish jumpy kicks and shit. Effectiveness is better than style when it comes to not dying, you know*

"I see your point. Can you teach me some of those moves?" Shinso asked him. He's obviously trying hard to make it look like he's not begging for it, but it's really obvious that he is. *Sure, but you're gonna have to do one hundred push-ups, one hundred pull-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and five-kilometer runs for a month.*

"Whatever it takes." Izuku could see bullshit in Shinso's eyes. He couldn't find it himself to blame his new-found friend. If one month is hell, imagine ten whole months along with getting warped into a warzone. Not a great week for him or Tomura. He was about to write how they could start small but it looked like their homeroom teacher is here. They weren't kidding when they said they had heroes for teachers here. Theirs were a cowboy.

"Good morning y'all. You can call me Snipe. Nice to meet you." The hero tipped his hat. "Okay, this is a little too ironic."

{- To Be Continued...

Chapter End Notes

Yeah, this is my first sort of villain Izuku story. I kinda wanted to try it and go with a different approach. Izuku doesn't stay quirkless but he doesn't become like some human version of a nuke with a very powerful quirk that he could use to level an entire city with. There's probably something like this that I don't know about but eh, roads taken.

Serious note aside,

I literally based this off a shitpost in which instead of One-For-All or All-For-One, Izuku has a gun so I'm not gonna take it too seriously and make it edgier than normal. That and like the last chapter, I main Jacket in Payday 2.

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Chapter Summary

He does spy stuff

Chapter Notes

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See the end of the chapter for more notesWell, this is boring. Right now, Izuku is at the orientation. Correction, Izuku is dying slowly at the orientation. Just a boring speech and acknowledgment of hero course students, yadda yadda. He took out his notebook and pen, wrote something on it, and passed it off to Shinso.

*Dude, kill me before this boredom does.* Shinso glanced at him after reading it before writing his piece and giving it back to him. *I was this close to brainwashing the guy to my right just so I could ask him to strangle me. The only thing that could get worse is Presentation Micycle getting on the mic. You're not the only one here who wants to die, Akusero.*

As if the deities hated the two boys, Present Mic DID got on the mic and started trying to hype up the students. The only problem is; his voice is too loud. Literally more than half of the students in the auditorium are covering their ears while the lesser than half were awoken from their sleep. Izuku was tempted to chuck his notebook at the Pro's head but he decided against getting in trouble on the first day. He thought of another plan.

He wrote something again on his notebook. *Follow my lead* He passed it off to Shinso. The eye bag boy read it before raising his eyebrows at Izuku.

The stitched boy ignored the look Shinso was giving him as he stood up, and covered his ears. He let out a whimper loud enough to get Mic's attention. The students and teachers faced him and witnessed a pained look on his face.

He took those fake-blood pills that Tomura gave him for Halloween to prank Kurogiri from his pockets. They never got to use it but that was more of a good sign, seeing as how he needs them now. He sneakily placed them in his palms and popped them before placing them in his ears. The fake blood slowly flowed down at the side of his head until it reached his neck, creating an illusion of him bleeding from the ears.

The students looked in horror at what happened to him and it seems like only Shinso was able to catch on. The guy was trying his best not to let out a chuckle to not give him away. The students looked back at Present Mic with scowls and glares while the pro himself had his mouth dropped at what he had just done. Izuku signaled Shinso to give him his notebook which the boy promptly did so. Using his fingers drenched in fake blood, he wrote something Present Mic would never forgot.

*The only thing you're good at is being loud, obnoxious, and annoying. You're not as entertaining as you think.*

It was Shinso's time to intervene when he stood up and raised his hand. "Yeah, I'll be taking him to the clinic, if you don't mind." He didn't show the proud smirk at what Izuku just wrote. "Yeah, I think we'll get along just fine, Akusero." They fist-bumped stealthily while leaving the auditorium.

"Well, the auditorium is at a complete chaos right now, thanks to you," Shinso said while sipping his drink. Izuku was inside the restroom, cleaning the fake-blood off his face. "I know you're thinking that I'm still your accomplice by not snitching on you, but let's be honest, anyone would probably do the same." Shinso was trying to rationalize his reasons for not telling on Izuku. Izuku stayed silent. Well, that's the only thing he could do.

"I guess you could still make some noises, just not outright talking. More of expressing emotion through whimpers, grunts, and all that other stuff." Shinso deducted correctly. Izuku hummed in return while drying his face and walking out of the restroom. He took out his notebook and wrote something. *Since we're playing hooky, wanna spy on the other hero class?*

"Other?"

*They only mentioned Class 1B, right? Class 1A might be off somewhere.* They were about to go until they bumped into All Might. Well, the skinny form of All Might. Shinso didn't know about him but Izuku did. He glared at the man before him which was enough to make the supposed hero comfortable. "Umm, may I help you, boy?" The hero asked nervously. Izuku wrote something down in his notebook.

*I'm not gonna ask help from a creepy old man.* He showed it to the hero before taking Shinso's hand and leaving. They never got to peek on what 1A was up to.

That being said, the first six weeks were very uneventful. Snipe was by no means, a bad teacher. Izuku rated him a lot higher than his middle school teachers. "Probably one of the better heroes out there. Too bad they never recognize him that much but he does care." Kurogiri not included, the UA teachers are probably the only teachers that didn't care if he was quirkless. His classmates, however, while not having anything against him, treats him more like a little brother. He's fine with that. Too bad though, he knows where his loyalty is.

*bzztt… I am… bzztt…IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPATTTTTTIEEEEENT…bzztt…* Izuku let the last word out at max volume just to annoy Tomura. "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done gathering the troops we need. They're just a distraction anyway. We'll be attacking UA soon or to be more specific, All Might. Sensei did prepare a mythical for us."

*bzztt… found… wvlilclockybzztt… voyeurism… bzztt… room.*

"Do you not have anything else in there that can say security or even info room? Jeez, I already bought you all those clips."

*bzztt… you… bzzttt… modification… wvlilclockybzztt… no…bzzttt…permission…bzzzttt…*

"Right, sorry I'm not sorry." Tomura snicked when he heard a slight hiss coming from his brother-in-arms. He took a sip from his beer. *bzztt… please… bzztt… perform sexual intercourse…bzztt… with…bzztt… thyself…bzztt*

Tomura quickly spat out his drink in laughter after hearing the cassette's definition of 'Go fuck yourself'. "Fucking hell, I didn't think you'd actually keep that. Oddly classy even for someone like you." He received a middle finger for that. He lightheartedly gave one back. "Look, if it makes you feel better, I sent a leak about All Might being a teacher at school. I'll be making a diversion so you could get into that room."

*bzztt… aye, aye, captain…bzztt*

"Whatever, Spongebob."

Tomura didn't disappoint. He disintegrated the wall so that the news reporters could get in. That created enough chaos to create panic in the faculty and allowed him to sneak in and get the schedules. He had to use his phone and take pictures of it while wearing gloves so he wouldn't leave a trace.

bohemianSubterfuge[BS] has started bothering touchyTouchy [TT]

BS has sent a photo

TT: nice one.

TT: i'll do a coinflip on this one.

TT: 1A gets heads or tails?

BS: Heads.

TT: 1A or 1B, who shall we attack?

BS: Do you really have to flip the coin?

TT: according to this schedule,

TT: 1A will be having rescue training next week

TT: with thirteen, eraserhead, and all might

TT: same goes for 1B next next week

TT: but instead of eraserhead,

TT: they get vlad king

BS: As long as I don't have to unnecessarily kill teens the same age as me, I'm on the same boat as

BS: You.

TT: eh, never got your no killing rule.

TT: fine, but i have one hell of an opportunity for you

TT: getting back at bakugou

BS: 1A it is, then.

TT: good thing too, we got our trump card ready for all might and eraserhead.

TT: be seeing ya.

touchyTouchy [TT] has stopped bothering bohemianSubterfuge[BS]

Izuku got off his phone only to bump into someone outside the intel room. They both got knocked down but he was the first to get up. He had a clear look at the person he just bumped. He never saw her before. The girl in front of him had pink skin, weird eyes, and some horns. "I wonder what her quirk is? She looks interesting…"

He held his hand out to her and she hastily grabbed it. Izuku clasped his hands together and bowed in a silent apology. "Uh, ya know you could just say 'Sorry', right? Well, maybe it's me that should say sorry or maybe neither of us. We didn't see each other coming, heh." She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.

"Ah great the talkative kind." He deadpanned at her as he continues to keep silent. She was confused as to why he's not talking. He couldn't really blame her. Izuku was weirded out by himself sometimes.

"You can talk, right?" She asked. He shook his head and pointed at his cloth mask. He made a shape of a tongue with his fingers and a scissor with his other finger. The girl seems to get what he's trying to say as she had a pretty disgusted look to her face. "A villain did that to you?"

His face lit up when he realized that she easily understood him. He nodded enthusiastically. Too enthusiastic for a fake backstory regarding a villain cutting his tongue out.

"Sorry about the 'saying sorry' bit earlier, I didn't-" She was quickly silenced when he held a finger close to her lips in a silencing motion while shaking his head. "You don't want me to feel sorry for you as you already moved on from it?" He nodded his head excitedly again.

"Good to see that this doesn't seem to slow you down one bit, uh, who are you?" She asked him while tilting her head in curiosity. He deadpanned at her again. She quickly realized that she had no way of knowing who he is seeing as how he can't just do charades with his name. An idea went to her head though. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and handed it to him. "Oh, I know! Just right it down on my arm along with your Bothersome Handle so we can talk to each other online."

"Wha- already?! Eh, what could go wrong?" He wrote down his fake name and his handle.

Akusero Bara (nick: Akusero)

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"Wait, we're on a given name basis already? You don't even know me!" She pouted at him while he just shrugged uncaringly. Her pout was immediately replaced by her bright smile. If it had produced light, Izuku was sure that he'd be blinded instantly. "My name's Mina Ashido! My Bothersome handle is hornyAcid. Now, don't you forget that!" She pointed at him with an accusatory finger while smiling and walking away, making him think that she thinks that he'd easily forget her. He'd probably never forget her and her questionable Bothersome Handle. He knew that there's some innuendos regarding her horns there and the other meaning of horny but why acid?

"Eh, I'm probably overthinking it." He shook the thought off and got back to his class. Maybe he should have skipped said class because its Modern Arts with Midnight. Everyone was uncomfortable around Midnight. "Ugh, kill me."

{- To Be Continued...

Chapter End Notes

Needed more edge

Hanging out with brother Tom

Chapter Summary

They hang out.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notesHe has no idea why he agreed to this. "Turns out the family doctor is also a mad scientist working for Sensei. He also apparently turned his grandson into a… jegus, even I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone." By that, he meant Tsubasa got turned into a fucking winged monster or a nomu, as Doc Tsubasa calls him.

"And as you see here, Izuku, right off your DNA, you still appear to not have any quirk, bizarre, am I correct?" Doc Tsubasa practically shoved the picture of his DNA to his face like a little kid showing off his happy meal. Doc did spend a few weeks hammering some quirk genetics into his mind. What gene is defined as quirkless and what gene is likely to have a quirk. He doesn't have anything that would have a quirk.

*bzztt… what about it it it it it it it it… bzztt* He gave a light smack to his cassette recorder to stop it from glitching out. Sensei and Tomura found it amusing which is why they haven't given him a replacement for it yet.

"At first, I was befuddled by the fact that your genes are not showing any signs of a quirk even though Sensei gave you one." He disappointingly touched his forehead but quickly spread out his arms in glee. "Of course, a brilliant mind like me is too stubborn to accept that strange instance as a genetic glitch. I sprayed some color marker but nothing showed up yet!" The doctor raised his arms like a mad scientist would if they were to put together dead body parts to create new life and succeed in doing so. This is really creeping Izuku out. Hopefully, he doesn't get turned into a test subject.

"It didn't work, meaning it MUST be something else! Of course, I created my own dye that would react to any anomalies around the general vicinity of the DNA! What AMAZING discovery have I found! In all my years of studying Genetics, I have never seen such a thing! An organism is attached unto your DNA and is covering your genes. Almost nobody would suspect you to have any quirks at all," Doc Tsubasa was practically shaking him at this point like a kid telling their parent that they have found a cool toy that they want to buy at a toy store. "An unknown spaghetti-like organism! This does not happen to anyone who had the genes to produce a quirk! It may have been because your genes cannot support a quirk that this