summary: Our cinnamon roll is brought up by a gang of assassins he knows as his family (think of something similar to Killua's backstory from HxH) and has lived the last of his life under grueling training. So what will he do when a particularly hard mission puts him in the hero class?
warnings: nothing? I mean like unless you trained to be an assassin nothing in this should trigger you? ah slight scar warning and some violence though.
MIDORIYA POV
Teeth clashed on metal as Hisashi drove the gun deeper into my mouth. "Say that again, I dare you."
I smile warningly and gently guide his hand -and the gun with it- away from my face. "I said milk should go before the cereal." I turn and sprint down the empty ally as my dad runs from behind, not giving him the chance to shoot the loaded gun between his fingers.
"Take that back you bitch!" He lunges after me sporting a teasing smirk, but scoffs as he realizes I'm actually faster. I've been bragging for weeks about how I surpassed everyone as my assassin number got bumped up to a 36 and dad's stayed at a 34. He sticks his tounge out teasingly but I can make out the proud glint in his eye. The number was used to measure level of accuracy between trained assassins, but it was rarely used in the family.
Our conversation muffled as we walked into our apartment and Inko finished up frying (burning) eggs. "Does being bad at cooking run in the family or are you an exception?" My dad snickers at mom. "Twat." She shoots back and hovers one of the kitchen gloves above him. He shoots out a small stream of fire from his lips which quietly turns the hot edges of the plastic. At this, she lets the glove drop on his lap with a sad flop.
We eat dinner quietly but comfortably - my dad grabs a hold of my arm before I get the chance to leave.
"Where are you going?" His voice rings in my ears. "Take a wild guess, genius." I sigh back as I was obviously making my way to my room, the only place upstairs.
He bites back a groan but stands his ground. "I have a mission for you." He wiggles his eyebrows at me. This time I laugh out and my eyes crinkle upwards.
He explains how as a treat, two days from now I'd go on my first solo mission in the UA against some low level threat made against them. I held my smile as he explained the tricks and tips I'd need to know in order to protect the students yet I couldn't help but let my mind wander to their quirks and how much I could write about.
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I dropped my bag off at the UA dorms and high-fived my dad before he walked off. Snickering loudly at how fatherly he was being for the role at the hero school, knowing he hated every second of it. He turned his head slightly and pulled his middle finger at me, which I curtly ignored. I looked up at the window that should be mine for the next week and shielded my eyes from the sun.
My eyes instinctively trained on a sniping spot atop the opposite building and made a mental note to check it over tomorrow. I narrowed my eyes as the sun made it's way off my face and I made out a small black figure, as if crouched down on the roof.
Cursing against everything and running towards the building in front of me, knowing I had to run to a higher level so they'd have to retrain the whole rifle instead of being able to gently slide it. I run up the side of the building, skipping over the casual window. My hook starts sliding from the side of the wall, it helped me to climb so far but I was scared to see it slipping. My shoes kept making contact with the wall when bullets started trailing behind me, making holes on the cement.
I gasped as they almost nicked the back of my shoes but kept running, bullets following seconds after. I jumped at what should be my classroom and my feet made contact with the glass as the metal string pulled me sideways.
I pushed my way in the classroom through the window, glass shattering everywhere around me as I crouched on the floor behind the wall. The students instinctively made their way under their desks and I stood up, pulling my own gun from my leg, next to my boot. I stood up and aimed roughly at where I thought the sniper was, shattering another window with the shot. Glass rained down on my shoes but I crunched it until I got to the windowsill. The bullets stopped as the sniper realized I knew where they were and I frowned. I rocked on my shoes and leaned out the window, glaring at the spot on the roof.
"FUCK OFF!" I scoffed at nothing and turned slowly to face the class.
They all had open mouths and wide eyes, but my eyes skimmed over them for Mr Aizawa. I found him sitting over a yellow sleeping bag which I smiled at.
As I walked over to him, he pulled his hand out as if to shake mine, at which I slapped his and made a knuckle motion, similar to a fist bump. He returned it with a raised eyebrow and I managed to stifle my laugh. Aizawa turned towards his class with a bored expression and droned out a quick, "Everyone outside in the training rooms while I call Midnight and Cementos to fix up the windows." to which everyone immidiately shuffled forward.
I followed 'teach' into the changing rooms to switch from my assassin gear into a more discreet gray shirt and black cargo pants, making eye contact with the wave of students as I tugged my shirt down, not sure if they caught sight of any scars. I dashed a smile at them and pushed past to talk to Aizawa a bit before class officially started.
"Midoriya here will be staying with us for a week or so before the LOV threat dies down, we noted they're trained in artillery which is why assassins were called for your protection." He'd waited until everyone was in the room before talking, sighing as people looked over at me with gaping wide mouths. "You will treat him like you would any other student."
I giggled slightly at this, but stopped dead in my tracks as I made eye contact with a certain fiery blond. My parents had homeschooled me shortly after figuring out I was quirkless and the assassin training became my life, but it still hurt to leave behind my life at school. His eyes were watery and he gulped dryly before looking over my built figure. "K-kacchan". He lunged at me, tears threatening to spill.
"Fucker." His voice cracked at me.
Laughing out, I bit my lip as my head shook. Soft against rough, I hugged him back and my gray shirt squished against his tight uniform. He'd taken off the grenades on his arms, but his costume still constricted the hug. Trudging against the rough flooring, a certain redhead stepped forward with a questioning stance. "Bakubro? You know him?" Everyone seemed to have recovered from their shock only to now stare with open curiosity. My hand rested on the back of my neck as Kacchan explained. "We used to be childhood friends but he disapeared on me as soon as we turned five." He paused and lifted the side of my shirt, showcasing faded off scars and the end of an eight pack, which I furiously blushed at. The crimson eyed boy raised an arched eyebrow. "To do assassin training, apparently." I tugged down the cotton gray shirt and covered my face in my arms embarassedly as I mumbled into my hands, letting it come out muffled and unrecognizeable.
I looked up to see most of the class blushing and I looked down once again. I was about to apologize when a hand landed on my shoulder, tough and strong. My eyes narrowed as I twisted my body to the side, grabbing the arm that grabbed on to me and pushed it forward, driving whoever it was on the ground. My knee fell in place between their shoulder blades and his arm snaked behind his back in a restraining motion.
My eyes asjusted to see a wide faced All Might and I immidiately cursed out. "Shit fuck it's All Might.. Holy fuck I just pinned All Might. Wait fuck no swearing in school, shit my mom's gonna go crazy. God bitch fuck." I buried my head in the crook of my neck as I remained crouched down next to my hero, hopefully muffling down the curses. Almost as if snapping out of a trance, I turned to a now recovering All Might.
"Oh!" I turned around for a second, giving my back to the hero. "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" I peeked behind me to see him still standing there and I jumped towards him. "Can I have your autograph?" I held out my arm. "Nobody told me All Might would be here!" I paused to scowl at Katsuki. "Kacchan didn't tell me All Might would be here." Some of the class laughed softly at me while the remaining portion seemed to blush harder.
I sat down in the middle of the training grounds, autographed arm cradled lightly against my other arm, a little roughed up from the falling glass earlier. "So much has happened in one thousand six hundred words I can't wrap my head around it." (Author-chan had to agree) Kacchan looked at me funny but continued sparring with a tired-looking shinsou. He barely held up in the no-quirk battle against the more experienced oponent.
Aizawa looked the class over and landed on a head of curly green hair. Dissapointed his crimson-eyed student had already beat half the class, he was curious how he'd do against a trained oponent -a trained assassin to be exact. Charred black hair flipped backwards as he called me over, catching the attention of the students. "You're gonna spar against bakugo over there-" he pointed loosely to the panting student "-once he catches his breath." I couldn't help but laugh out, conveniently not noticing as all remaining conversations in the room stopped as the students turned to look at me with awe. "Kacchan?" I put my fist in front of my mouth to hide another laugh, which pissed off the hothead. He tried to hide the dusted blush on his cheeks, but I caught it all the same.
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I stood across from Katsuki as he cracked his knuckles in what would be a threatening stance. I gulped down a laugh to settle for a small smirk, taking in the wide arena we stood in. The fight was about to officially start after a lengthy twenty-minute break, in which a few students asked about my quirk, or general missions as an assassin. This seemed to piss off Bakugo, so I made sure to hold onto their arm or smile widely at them to tick him off further.
The professor shouted a quick 'start' and the cutie bolted torwards me, drawing back his left fist. I ducked swiftly, avoiding the bombs strapped to both his arms. I danced around him teasingly and ducked a few times as he aimed punches at me. Boots made contact with hard flooring as I jumped from a well-aimed kick, yet the smirk never left my face. Katsuki charged towards me in a fit of rage and drew his left fist back again, this time obviously as a distraction. He drove his foot down, smashing a kick on the wall behind me as I surged to the side, jumping from side to side on my tip toes. Anger shone in his eyes, making me instinctively bring both my hands close before my face, closed into fists. I drew into a boxing-like position, yet more dangerous, cat-like.
He smirked as he realized he'd backed me up into a wall and drew a few steps back. I squinted at the blond boy as he inched his arm closer to one of the pins, arm outstreched torwards me in a fist. I looked down immidiately as he pulled the thin metal out and sparked a fuse in the bomb as it shot torwards me. I crouched down to try and stop the explosion, arms shielding my face in a cross-like motion, forearms pointed outwards. Muffled screams from the watch room and a shouting bakugo were drowned out by the heavy sound of the explosion, closer than would would be the 'safe-meter'. My arms took most of the impact as I crouched down on the ground, the shot flying above me at where my head was previously at.
Laying down so my stomach was on the floor, I jumped up through the smoke. Unknown to me, most of the class was screaming at bakugo to stop through a disconnected earpiece I dropped a while ago. Recovery girl on hand, they assumed I was at least unconcious, meaning kacchan didn't expect me to run out of the smoke with a taunting smile. He sucked in a sharp breath as I lunged at him, pinning him to the floor underneath me. I had both my arms next to his face, as mine was suspended above his. Legs sandwitched his together on the concrete as he caught his breath and stared up at me.
My smirk fell as I dropped down close to him, ignoring the muted screams in the device in bakugo's ear, either from the surprise at seeing me not unconsious or from finally noticing my bloodied forearms, in which I took most of the damage.
I pushed down to his ear, lowering my face closer to his and whispered on top of him. "Who's the top now Kacchan~" before standing up and walking off. I took a dull note of the smashed concrete wall I left behind, broken from the heavy explosion and instead focused on not tripping as I walked torwards the camera room.
Skipping in on a silent room, I had to clear my throat for people to snap out of their hazy stare-filled dazes. Recovery girl rushed at me and kissed my cheek hard, which I laughed at. A few people questioned what I said to the explosive blond, but they were curtly ignored in favor of gawking at myself on screen. The replay of when I jumped out of the smoke was played, saved for the class to analyze any techniques they could. I blushed deeply and finally got to ask everyone about their quirks, happy they were geeking out about me just as much as I was about them.
We, of course, ignored the flustered mess I left behind on the training field.
A/N
YESSSSIBCJOACBO
I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT X10
Honestly a lot happened and I'm not sure if it seemed a little rushed or not but that's cool. I'm also kinda surprised this chapter has around 2600~ words since that's generally how long they normally are. Idk that's probably why it feels like I told a huge story in a short word count.
I'm not planning on doing a part two unless you guys really want one but I'd also need for everyone to tell me if I should continue with the bakudeku or not.
Uhmm yeah goodnight lovielies :)