The alien lunged, its clawed fingers raking the air where Izuku's head had been a second before. A sickening CRACK echoed as its fist pulverized the wooden desk. Izuku rolled, desperate to grab the container, but his fingers slipped. The orb tumbled, hitting the floor with a metallic CLANG and rolling toward the creature.
"No!" Izuku scrambled, diving onto the floor.
As he reached out, the container hissed open. A flash of white and green light momentarily blinded him. Before he could process the sight, a heavy, cold weight clamped onto his left wrist.
SNAP!!
He pulled back, staring in horror as a bulky, white-and-black device fused to his skin. It wasn't just a watch; it felt alive, humming with a low, rhythmic vibration. Suddenly, the face of the device pulsed with a vibrant, electric blue light, illuminating the dark room.
The alien hissed, its facial tentacles whipping back and forth in agitation. "The device... it has bonded!"
It didn't wait. The creature's chest split open, three thick, slimy tentacles erupting from its torso like hungry vipers. They lashed out, wrapping around Izuku's waist and lifting him off his feet with terrifying ease.
"Gah! Let go!" Izuku grunted, the air being squeezed from his lungs.
The creature brought him level with its face. Its mouth widened into a four-pointed starfish shape, and a glob of thick, yellow slime gathered in its throat.
SPLAT!!!
The slime hit the wall behind Izuku as he wrenched his body to the side, his legs kicking frantically. He saw a heavy bronze trophy on the shelf nearby. Reaching out with his free hand, he grabbed it and slammed it into the creature's bulbous orange eye.
The alien shrieked, its grip loosening. Izuku fell to the floor, gasping for air, but he didn't stop. He saw the creature preparing to spit again. Remembering his notes on support items and weight distribution, he grabbed a heavy rug and threw it over the creature's head just as it fired.
The slime hit the rug, instantly hardening and pinning the fabric to the alien's own face. It stumbled blindly, clawing at the concrete-like mass suffocating it. Seizing the moment, Izuku lowered his shoulder and tackled the monster with every ounce of strength he possessed.
They burst through the ruined doorway, tumbling out of the house and onto the gravel path. The alien rolled away, finally ripping the rug from its face, but it was disoriented and wounded. It glared at the glowing blue device on Izuku's wrist one last time before retreating into the shadows of the woods, moving with unnatural speed.
Izuku collapsed onto his knees, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He stared at the watch. It was still glowing blue, silent and unmoving.
"What did you do to me, Grandpa?" he whispered.
I Am Here...I Am Here...I Am Here..
The silence then was broken by the loud, familiar ringtone of his cell phone. Izuku jumped, nearly dropping the device as he fumbled for his pocket. He saw the caller ID and felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
"M-Mom?"
"Izuku! Oh, thank goodness you answered," Inko's voice was frantic, though she was clearly trying to keep it together. "I... I got a notification from the school. An automated email about your... your enrollment status. Baby, what happened? Are you okay? Where are you?"
Izuku closed his eyes, leaning his head against the cool wood of the doorframe. Hearing her voice, so full of unconditional love, made the tears he'd been holding back start to prick at his eyes again.
"I'm okay, Mom. I'm... I'm at Grandpa's house. I just needed to clear my head. U.A... it didn't work out. The teacher, Mr. Aizawa, he said I didn't have the potential. He expelled me on the first day."
"He did what?" Inko's voice sharpened, a rare edge of steel entering her tone. "On the first day? Without even giving you a chance to learn? Izuku, that is... that is terrible! You worked so hard, you studied every night, you trained until you could barely stand!"
"It's okay, Mom," Izuku lied, his voice trembling. "Maybe he was right. I was just... I was trying to be something I'm not."
"Don't you dare say that, Izuku Midoriya," Inko snapped, though her voice immediately softened back into a sob. "You are the most wonderful boy in the world. If that school can't see that, then it's their loss, not yours. Listen to me. Come home. I'll make katsudon, and we can look at other hero schools together. Or maybe we can just take a break from schools for a while."
"Actually, Mom... I'm going to be a little late," Izuku said, looking at the address Kendo had given him. "I met someone today. A girl from Class 1-B, Itsuka Kendo. She... she was really nice to me. She invited me to her family's dojo. She wants to help me."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Izuku could practically hear his mother's brain rebooting.
"A friend?" she whispered, her voice overflowing with sudden, joyous disbelief. "A real friend? Someone besides... besides Katsuki?"
"Yeah. She's... she's really cool, Mom. I think I want to go."
"Oh, Izuku! Yes! Go! Please, go!" Inko was practically cheering now. "Take your time. Stay as long as you need. It's so good to hear you've found someone kind. Just... be careful, okay? And tell her thank you from me!"
"I will, Mom. I love you."
"I love you too, honey."
While Izuku was navigating the aftermath of his battle, a very different conversation was taking place in the heart of U.A. High School.
Principal Nezu sat in his oversized leather chair, his tea cooling on the desk. He wasn't looking at the city skyline. He was staring at the digital file on his monitor—Izuku Midoriya's expulsion notice, signed by Shouta Aizawa.
Nezu's fur was bristling. To anyone else, he looked like a cute, eccentric animal. To those who knew him, he looked like a ticking time bomb. He picked up his desk phone and dialed a private, unlisted number.
"Inko? Hello it's Nezu."
"Nezu! Oh, I was just talking to Izuku," Inko's voice was warmer now, though still weary. "I suppose you're calling about the... the incident."
"Incident is a polite word for it, Inko," Nezu said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I am beyond disgraced. I personally vouched for that boy. I saw him rescue a girl trapped under a zero pointer with nothing but grit and his own wits while everyone else ran away. To have a teacher discard him like yesterdays trash on the first day... it is an insult to the boy, to you, and to the memory of Hisashi."
Inko sighed. "You've always been so good to us, Nezu. I know how much you cared about my husband. He always talked about you—about how the two of you were going to change the world together. I know you feel like you have to look out for us because of what happened to him, but... maybe this is for the best."
Nezu felt a pang in his chest. Inko didn't know the half of it. She didn't know that Hisashi Midoriya hadn't just been a "businessman who traveled a lot." She didn't know that Hisashi was the one who had raided the secret laboratory where Nezu was being tortured by an evil cerebrocrustatean. She didn't know her husband had died in the line of duty as a Plumber, protecting the planet from a threat she couldn't even imagine.
"Inko, I can fix this," Nezu urged. "I can overturn the expulsion. I can put Izuku back in the hero course tomorrow. I'll personally oversee his curriculum."
"No," Inko said, her voice firm. "Nezu, listen to me. After what happened at Aldera... after those three years of homeschooling just to get him to smile again... I can't let him go back to a place where he's treated as 'lesser.' U.A. was supposed to be different. It wasn't. If he stays there, i'm afraid he'll just learn to hate himself again. He's found a friend today, a girl who sees him for who he is. I want him to follow that path for a while."
Nezu closed his eyes. "You're right. As always, your mother's intuition is sharper than my logic. I apologize, Inko. I should have kept a closer eye on Aizawa. He's... efficient, but he lacks the empathy required for a student like Izuku."
"It's okay, Nezu. Just... keep being his godfather, okay? He needs you more than he needs a principal."
"Always, Inko. Give him my best."
Nezu hung up the phone. The room felt colder. He pressed a button on his intercom.
"Nemuri? Tell Aizawa to come to my office. And tell him to bring his resignation papers. He won't need them, but I want him to see how close he is to signing them."
BANG!
Perhaps from the sheer coldness of Nezus voice, Midnight who was having a break felt it only right to sprint at full speed to get Aizawa.
Meanwhile Izuku now stood outside the Kendo Dojo, checking his phone one last time. The building was traditional, beautiful, and smelled of polished wood and hard work. He stepped inside, hiding his left wrist in his pocket.
The main hall was filled with students. Some were practicing high kicks, others were working on grappling. In the center, Itsuka Kendo was demonstrating a palm strike to a group of younger kids. She looked focused, her orange hair tied back in a high ponytail.
"Midoriya!" she called out, her face lighting up as she saw him. She jogged over, wiping sweat from her forehead. "You actually came! I was worried you'd change your mind."
"I... I said I'd be here," Izuku said, giving her a shy smile. "Thank you again, Kendo. For everything."
"Don't thank me yet," she laughed. "Wait until my grandpa starts putting you through the ringer. Speaking of which..."
An elderly man approached them. He was tall, with a back as straight as a katana and silver hair cropped short. His eyes were a piercing, intelligent blue, and he carried himself with an aura of absolute authority, just his expression was enough to cover Izukus back in cold sweat.
"Itsuka," the man said, his voice like gravel. "Is this the young man you mentioned?"
"Yes, Grandpa. This is Izuku Midoriya. Midoriya, this is my grandfather, Tatsuo Kendo."
Izuku bowed deeply. "I-it's an honor, sir!"
'Midoriya..Could he be'
Tatsuo didn't speak at first. He reached out and took Izuku's hand—the left one, still tucked in his pocket. He pulled it out gently but firmly. His eyes locked onto the blue-glowing device on Izuku's wrist. For a split second, the old man's composure shattered. His eyes widened, and his breath hitched.
"This..." Tatsuo whispered. Then, he cleared his throat and regained his mask of stoicism. "Itsuka told me about your situation. She says you have no Quirk but have the heart of a lion. We shall see. For today, sit. Watch. Observe how we move. Martial arts is not about fighting others but protecting oneself. To know the different between war and inner peace."
"Yes, sir!" Izuku said, moving to the wooden benches.
The hours passed in a blur. Izuku watched with rapt attention, his "hero-fanboy" brain already beginning to analyze the movements. He saw how Kendo used her opponent's momentum against them, how she stayed balanced even when her center of gravity shifted.
But as the sun set and the students filtered out, the adrenaline from the DNAlien fight began to fade. The exhaustion of the day—the heartbreak of expulsion, the terror of the attack—finally caught up to him. His head nodded, and he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
He was jolted awake by a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. Wake up, hero."
Izuku blinked, his vision clearing to see Kendo sitting beside him. She had changed out of her gi into a dark green dress that reached just above her knees, paired with a black leather jacket and vibrant green Jordans. She looked... incredible.
"U-uh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep!" Izuku scrambled to sit up, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled a tomato.
"Relax, Midoriya," Kendo chuckled, leaning back on her hands. "You've had a hell of a day. How are you feeling?"
Izuku looked down at his lap. "Honestly? I'm terrified."
Kendo's smile softened. "Talk to me. You had a look on your face all day... like you were told something that scared you straight. And that thing on your wrist when grandpa shook your hand... it's not a piece of support gear that you bought, is it ?"
Izuku hesitated. He thought about the DNAlien, the hologram of his grandfather, and the blue light that wouldn't stop pulsing. He looked at Kendo—the only person who had stood up for him today.
"My Grandpa... he left me a message today," Izuku began, his voice low. "He said he was in trouble. He said there was something dangerous on Earth, something that shouldn't be here. He told me to find a device... and this watch, it just jumped onto me. And then... Kendo, some wierd freaky monster attacked me. Its face was made of tentacles and it spit some wierd yellow goo that hardened like concrete. I only survived because I... I got lucky."
Kendo's eyes were wide. "A monster? You mean a villain with a mutant quirk?"
"No," Izuku shook his head. "It didn't feel like a quirk. It felt... wierd. Like it wasn't human. And my grandpa... he's missing now. I don't know what to do. I'm just a quirkless kid who got kicked out of school. I'm not supposed to be fighting whatever those things are."
"You're right, you aren't" a deep voice interrupted.
They both jumped as Tatsuo Kendo walked into the room, the heavy sliding doors clicking shut behind him. He wasn't wearing his training robes anymore; he was wearing a white and block astronaught like suit with three red circles over his chest.
"Grandpa?" Kendo asked, confused.
Tatsuo walked over and stood directly in front of Izuku. "That device on your wrist is called the Omnitrix. It is a Level 20 DNA Regulator. It is the most advanced piece of technology in the known universe, and it is the only reason your grandfather is still alive after fifty years of service."
Izuku stood up, his heart pounding. "You know what this is?" The words Tatsuo spoke, how he described the watch swarmed around his mind like an annoying bug, most advanced piece of tech in the known universe, level 20, dna regulator !!!
"I know it better than my own name," Tatsuo said, his eyes softening. "My name is Goro 'Tatsuo' Kendo. And before I retired to this dojo, I was a Magister for the Plumbers—an intergalactic law enforcement agency that keeps the peace between worlds. I was also your grandfather's partner for twenty-five years. In fact we were best friends, almost like brothers."
Kendo stood up, her jaw dropping. "Grandpa? A... a Plumber? Intergalactic? Are you saying aliens are real?"
"They are very real, Itsuka," Tatsuo said, turning to her. "And I apologize for keeping it from you. Your mother and father... they don't know. I wanted you to grow up in a world where the only monsters you had to worry about were the ones with Quirks. But now a new threat have arrived on Earth. And they have already taken Hiroshi."
Izuku felt the blood drain from his face. "A new theat...you mean aliens? Is that what attacked me?"
"Yes," Tatsuo said. "That was a DNAlien—a human host corrupted by a parasite. They are the foot soldiers. That serve a race known as the Highbreed and they are much worse. They believe they are the only 'pure' race in the universe, and from recent reports from what we've gathered they intend to 'cleanse' Earth."
Tatsuo looked back at the Omnitrix. "Hiroshi was the greatest hero I ever knew. He didn't have a powerful Quirk, Midoriya. But he had that watch. He used it to stop wars, to defeat tyrants like Vilgax, and to prove that a man's worth isn't determined by his DNA, but by his choices. He left it to you because he knew the Highbreed were coming. He knew the world would need a new wielder. And he believed you were the only one who could take that place."
He stepped closer, his voice turning solemn. "But listen to me carefully, Izuku Midoriya. If you choose to keep that watch, your life as a 'regular' boy is over. You will be hunted by forces the likes of which even All Might would tremble before, you will be targeted by the Highbreed, and the Pro-Heroes of this world will view you as either a threat or a freak. You will be the first line of defense for a world that doesn't even know it's at war."
Izuku looked down at the Omnitrix. The blue light reflected in his eyes. He thought of his mother's smile, Kendo's kindness, and his grandfather's missing face. He thought of Aizawa saying he had no potential.
He didn't need a Quirk to be a hero. He needed to be the person his grandfather believed he could be. The person uncle Nezu believed he could be. And the person his father always believed he could be.
Izuku looked up, his gaze steady and full of a fire that hadn't been there that morning.
"My grandfather is out there. And if this watch is the only way to bring him home and save this world... then I'm not giving it back."
Tatsuo Kendo allowed a small, proud smile to touch his lips. "Then get ready both of you, I just contacted headquarters and I got a tip on some alien activity."
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