#bnha fic idea

[aikrus]

The Way We Lie, Steal, and Die

this amnesia!izuku au has been bouncing around my head for ages, so I wrote a scene for it. if anyone likes it and wants me to write the rest maybe it'll give me the motivation to actually write it lol

“I know it may be hard to believe, Midoriya-kun, but these sessions are for your own benefit.” 

Glancing up from his notebook from where he sat cross-legged in the corner of the long couch, the silent boy glanced once from where Aizawa sat on the other end to Hound Dog’s desk. “I’m certainly glad you feel that way; I imagine this would be a lot less enjoyable if you had other motivations.” 

The dog-mutant sighed and closed his own notebook. “Maybe you can help me understand, Midoriya, what the broader context is.” Inui was grasping at straws and he knew it; honestly when he’d heard about an amnesiac student needing therapy he’d been overwhelmed with the responsibility of it, but when he heard it was Midoriya Izuku, the same boy who’d nervously visited his office after the first day of school right before he was leaving to stutter out an introduction and ask for his autograph, all he’d wanted to do was give him back the memories of all the other heroes the boy had surly met. 

What he was greeted with the next day was not a nervous hero fan, rather he found a withdrawn and somewhat spiteful boy who had no interest in mandated therapy. “These sessions are whatever you make of them; if what you need from me is just a quiet and safe place to work then you can feel free to use the desk or even just the table.” 

Each of the passed three sessions were the same; after their initial re-introduction Midoriya would sit on the farthest part of the couch, place a pillow on his lap, and work semi-silently reading and writing in a composition book. 

“The problem is that I don’t need anything from you; I don’t even want your time.” Making the first eye contact since they’ve met Inui searched deep into his blank expression, “If it were up to me I wouldn’t be here.” 

“Why is that, do you think?” He couldn’t help but ask. He saw Aizawa level him a scandalized glare and he felt a little called-out, too late though as the damage was done. Midoriya hummed one long tone before going back to reading the notebook on his lap. So much for progress.

A tense silence settled over the room after Midoriya’s curt response. Hound Dog shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling the weight of the boy’s indifference. The version of Midoriya sitting across from him was a far cry from the student he’d heard so much about—this boy had no spark in his eyes, no eager determination to help others, no nervous stuttering or wide-eyed enthusiasm. There was only cold distance.

Aizawa, watching from the corner, leaned forward slightly. “Midoriya,” he began, his voice even. “No one’s forcing you to change, but you should know that we’re here to help you. You’ve been through something traumatic, and it’s okay to ask for support.”

Midoriya’s eyes flicked toward Aizawa, his expression unreadable. He closed his notebook with a deliberate, almost defiant motion and set it down beside him. “I don’t need help,” he said, voice low but firm. “I don’t need to remember who I was. That person—he’s gone. Why is everyone so desperate to bring him back?”

Hound Dog frowned, feeling the weight of that question. He glanced at Aizawa, who remained silent but vigilant, then returned his gaze to Midoriya. “You’re still you, Midoriya,” he said softly, choosing his words carefully. “We’re not trying to bring someone else back. We’re trying to help you.”

Midoriya shook his head, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “I don’t want to be him,” he muttered. His fingers clenched into fists as he spoke. “He—he was, he’s not who I am. He’s definitely not who I want to be, getting into trouble like that. Someone that weak, an obvious liability, I don’t need that.”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything, Hound Dog leaned forward, his voice gentle yet steady. “Midoriya, that’s not true. You were strong—are strong. You’ve faced more than most people your age ever will. And no one expects you to go through it alone.”

Midoriya’s expression hardened, and he stood up abruptly, pacing to the window. He stared out into the school grounds, hands trembling slightly. “I don’t understand why you all care so much. That person you’re talking about—he doesn’t exist anymore.” He turned back, eyes cold, almost accusatory. “Why can’t you just let me be who I am now?”

Aizawa finally stood up, his tone low and controlled. “Because who you are now is someone who’s running away.” His words were sharp, but there was no anger behind them, only concern. “I understand wanting to forget, but you don’t have to erase yourself to move forward.”

Midoriya flinched at that, a flicker of something—anger, maybe, or fear—crossing his face. His voice came out strained, barely above a whisper. “Maybe I don’t want to move forward. Maybe I don’t want to be a hero anymore.”

The weight of that admission hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Aizawa’s eyes softened, but Hound Dog remained still.

Midoriya swallowed hard, turning his back to them again. “Everyone expects me to be something I’m not,” he continued, his voice shaking slightly. “But I can’t—I don’t even know how.” He glanced around their faces, taking in the slight signs of horror in them and felt his anger burn; his eyes sparked green when he spoke. “I never asked for this! This school, if you can even call it that, is a saw trap of fake education! I didn’t sign up for this, and I don’t know who in their right mind would.”

A long pause followed, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. Aizawa stepped closer but didn’t touch him, keeping his distance out of respect. “Midoriya,” he said quietly, “no one is forcing you to be anything. You have choices. But closing yourself off from everyone? That’s not strength, it's not even a choice, it's avoidance.”

Midoriya’s shoulders tensed, and he glanced back over his shoulder. “You don’t get it.”

Aizawa’s gaze softened. “Maybe I don’t, but I’m not giving up on you.”

For a moment, the room felt unbearably still, like the air had been sucked out of it. Midoriya looked down, lips pressed together in a tight line. He didn’t respond, but something in his posture eased—just barely.

Hound Dog spoke up gently., “You don’t have to figure everything out today. Just take your time. We’ll be here.”

Midoriya didn’t say anything, but he slowly returned to his seat- the anger in his movements less sharp. He picked up his notebook again, though he didn’t open it this time. The silence stretched on, but there was a small sense of progress, a crack in the wall he had built around himself.

For the first time since the session began, Midoriya looked up, meeting both Aizawa and Hound Dog’s eyes. There was no gratitude or warmth in his gaze.

[diospore]

Fic concept you guys can steal from me: (Hidden for MHA manga ending spoilers)

Set post-end of the series, but before Izuku gets the support gear suit.

Izuku does an interview about losing his quirk, which leads to him being contacted by a scientist who wants him to take part in an experiment to see if they can "re-ignite" OFA. Izuku goes along with it, desperate at this point.

Except, Izuku doesn't realize this scientist was one of All for One's many backup plans. They'd studied under Garaki for a while, before being sent away to prepare this back up plan.

The plan was, that if the main AFO vessel (Tomura) were to fail or be destroyed, they would have an alternate vessel chosen and given the AFO quirk. While normally the scientist would've chosen someone who had plenty of hate, in order to be able to overtake OFA's will and steal the quirk, because of how AFO's and Tomura's defeat went, they came up with an alternate idea.

During Izuku's third year, they had bumped into him, secretly injecting him with a drug that would essentially freeze OFA's embers and put it into stasis. Which, would look and feel like OFA burning out.

Then, during this experiment, they would add the AFO quirk to Izuku, which could act as a kindling for the remaining OFA embers.

IDK if this makes sense, it does in my head lol.

Basically, dump AFO quirk on a post-timeskip Midoriya to see him struggle with the urges and thoughts brought on by the quirk without him knowing why he is feeling this way. Maybe have the AFO-vestige subtly manipulate him into resenting how he was treated after losing OFA, or in general how he was treated all his life. (I mean, he was a child soldier lol)

You can have angst with All Might too XD

[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic idea #30✨

(woohoo! 🎉)

Implied Bkdk 🧡💚

'The Kacchan Treatment™'

Midoriya is hit with a quirk that messes with his perception of reality- It mixes up the identities of the people in the room.

He doesn't realize this at first, as he'd taken down a villian before class and he was already late, until he walks in the room and see's Todoroki at the front of the classroom calling roll and Aizawa sitting in the first row of desks.

Izuku panics, thinking he might have not apprehended the right person, but a quick call to the police station confirms the villains identity and they find out more about the quirk.

It mixes people, but it never stays the same. One moment he could be talking to Aizawa and the next he would be talking to Uraraka, all while ACTUALLY standing in front of Tokoyami; all of which would go unnoticed by his own eyes.

Izuku now knows he'll only be like this for 24hrs, but he's not too worried. He just knows he has to be careful with his words and be aware of himself...

What follows is what the class will refer to as 'The Kacchan Experience'.

Unable to tell one classmate from another, Izuku will often let people come to him rather than seek them out. Except Kacchan.

It's like he can't help himself, he's drawn to Bakugou even if it's not really him. Scolding him for being brash or rude, complimenting him or sending him smiles, and even going on a teqnique rants post-training exercise; These are the kinds of things his classmates are seeing for the first time. They're all close to each other, but being seen by Midoriya through this 'Kacchan Lense' changes so MUCH.

It's strange to see, given how awkward it is when one of his friends goes to him and he has to clarify who he's speaking to but its like he just forgets the quirk the moment Kacchan is involved- Even if it's clear it's not ACTUALLY Kacchan.

I think it'd be pretty funny watching all these people bask in Izuku's praise in Kacchan's stead, while Bakugou quietly seethes at being COMPLETELY unrecognizable.

[violet-sumire]

Concept: Deku's future kid ends up traveling back in time as a toddler. All Might finds her and she seems to know him, but he doesn't recognize her, so he asks her about her parents. She says her dad is a hero, has green hair, and is All Might's #1 fan.

All Might assumes she is Sir Nighteye's daughter.

[draco-kasai]

They are rare, but, BNHA X Batman fics are awesome.

I like the ones where Izuku gets thrown back in time or even a different dimension and ends up growing up as Dick Grayson or even becomes a Wayne/Bat as Izuku.

However, I'm surprised I have yet to see one where Izuku goes back and turns out to be Tim. I mean, I get making him the first robin and all but common, TIM IS RIGHT THERE.

*side eye*

Like, Izuku doesn't even have that much in common with Dick. And I can't see him being the pun master with Juan(the left cheek) and Jim(the right cheek).

(For those who don't know, the names are cannon names for Dick's ass cheeks)

Considering all the Izuku fics that are out there, he always turns out to be a cryptied, sleep deprived, coffee addict that knows how to hack...

REMIND YOU OF ANYONE?! *jazz hands over Tim Drake*

idk, I just feell like I need a Izuku is Tim fic.

*side eye intensifies*

[fan-love-ang-shortstoryprompts]

Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #17

This is a Suspected Traitor fic idea, but better because so many that I've read, I disagree with, even if I admire that the things I don't like were done for angst purposes, and worked great.

However, like I said at the beginning, this is a book of things I want to read or write, soooo.

Izuku is the Suspected Traitor because of his notebooks, obviously. However, unlike normal, they don't go rifling through his room.

Aizawa is blunt, and already doubts that Izuku is "evil" or a "villain", AND he values privacy and discretion, so after dinner one night, he goes up to Mido's room, and basically says, "Hey, kid, there's a traitor in the school, and they think you're it. They want me to take your notebooks to go through as proof. Sorry my dude" 

Izu basically goes, "oh worm? I already thought there was, All Might and I had talked about it, but I understand why my notes would be sus. Here, I have nothing to hide. There are some potentially questionable things, but it wouldn't be true analysis if I only had good stuff, yk?" 

Maybe throw in a little bit of some bullying history explanation from Izu to Zawa? Izuku writes down the key to his 3 level code, sticks it in the top notebook, and hands him the last few, plus his oldest one to prove it wasn't new at UA. 

Zawa apologizes again, and takes them with him, Izu goes to Kacchan and explains. (just realized that the fic ideas where kacchan/baku is in a good light, have kacchan, neutral have Katsu, and negative have Baku)

Kacchan is heated, admits that he knew that Izu was better at analysis, and that's why he got mad about the books when they were younger. He volunteers to head to the office after Aizawa and doesn't bother to wait for an answer. He gets there, knocks, sticks his head it, makes his statement, and then sits or leans on the wall outside to wait. The only reason he's polite in any way is because he realizes that this is important, or he could be short one now-rival. 

Let's assume this is in second year, so 2-A.

Nedzu doesn't even need to hear out Baku, as in the notebooks Izu has been theorizing who he thinks the traitor is, and also apparently All Might had made his own statement clear, by saying that he wouldn't have given OFA to someone he thought was working with or would turn out to be a villain. This statement was made very loudly.

Nedzu apologizes, and he and Aizawa and some select other teachers work together to figure out who the traitor is. (For my sake, because the Manga reveal was shit, it is NOT Hagakure, that's the obvious out, it is NOT Aoyama, though I can kinda understand, even if it turned out he wasn't, just it's not 2-A or 2-B or teachers.)

Pick a random business kid, no one would suspect a management or business kid, and they would easily pass under the radar, since no one pays as much attention to the other classes that aren't heroics or heroics adjacent.

[saiikavon]

Story idea: Quirkless au, an already-jaded-in-his-early-twenties Todoroki goes to his father’s preferred college to study…well, he doesn’t know what yet, but he knows it needs to be something his father hates. There, he meets his diligent classmate, Bakugou. Bakugou interests him immediately; rough around the edges personality, awful potty mouth, but is at the top of his class and even manages a double-major. Who does that? And how does he do it?

One day, Todoroki discovers perhaps the most mind-boggling thing about Bakugou: he’s got a sugar daddy. It’s not his first, either, and interestingly enough, Bakugou considers himself a professional at this sugar baby business. “I’m not stupid. Only trust-fund kids and sugar babies get an education this good. I’m not the former so I went for the latter.”

He’s good at it, too, not just at keeping the daddies hooked, but also at keeping himself and his investments safe. More than being attracted, Todoroki is enthralled by Bakugou’s sheer nerve.

And he thinks if he really wants to piss off his dad…he might just have to become Bakugou’s newest daddy.

[mysticmalady]

I have this scene stuck in my head and it entirely sparked this particular au idea. It centers around Iida and his counterpart.

Let me set it up! Iida from the D!u has captured a mugger that attempted to rob him. After the criminal has been caught Iida and another few heroes from the L!u show up. They’re wondering why D!u Iida of all people broke the law.

L!u Iida: “Why did you engage in vigilantism! You are already on thin ice because of the dimension traveling and breaking the law will only make things more complicated!”

D!u Iida: “I did not engage in vigilantism. I did not use my quirk. They attacked me first and as such as long as I do not use my quirk then it is simply self defense.”

L!u Iida: *spluttering*

L!u Hell class heroes: *shocked and staring at D!u Iida in disbelief*

[mega-ditto-3]

Hope ya don't mind I wrote a lil something ❤️ @clawz-loopz

Izuku sat rigid, careful to keep his posture still and his breathing even.

He was

A silent statue.

A big heavy rock in storming waters.

A marble pillar-

"You're too fuckin' stiff."

Izuku relaxed, mumbling a quiet "Sorry, Kacchan." before the blonde muttered another curse and pressed closer.

Kacchan must be feeling pretty awful to use Izuku as a pillow while they waited for the next train.

He'd known there was something wrong the moment Izuku arrived to class and noticed Kacchan wasn't already in his seat. The feeling of 'knowing' persisted, as Kacchan's irritation spiked and his natural fireworks burst too easy behind a wirey sneer and narrowed eyes.

Izuku sighed, bravely glancing at Kacchan's flushed face, looking every bit as warm as the body pressed firm against his side, and he quickly returned to gazing back at the tracks. "You shouldn't have come on the trip if you were sick..."

His classmates and Teacher hadn't picked up on the not-so-subtle hints Kacchan's failing health kept dropping, until a few hours after they'd arrived at the museum. Kacchan was only human, after all, and his fever and temper finally caught up to him.

Izuku was instructed to take Bakugou home, as they lived close by each other, and he knew better than to try passing the blonde off onto another classmate.

Kacchan grunted, but it was unclear if the noise had come from a pain or if he was trying to make a snide remark instead of answering-- both of which concerned him greatly.

They must have expected Kacchan to get angry with him. Izuku had, briefly.

"You're a real pain, y'know that?" Kacchan griped- not whined- as he caught himself on the bench.

Izuku bit back a huff. It wasn't his fault that Kacchan was sick, but he was getting blamed for it anyway.

"Yes, Kacchan."

"Stop looking down on me, park it on the damn bench or lose your legs."

Izuku fell heavily next to him and automatically replied, "Okay, Kacchan."

"And lend me your shoulder," Kacchan hissed, "Touch me and die. Don't make it weird."

Izuku nodded, "Yes, sorry Ka-"

Kacchan curled into Izuku's space immeaditly and dropped his head against Izuku's shoulder, Kacchan's words finally registering as he screamed.

"-aaAAAACHAN-!"

"I said don't be weird!"

It was strange to see someone who projected an air of confidence and strength, untouchable, be reduced to shallow breaths and a whistling nose.

He was glad they were alone.

When it was just the two of them, Kacchan was... Different.

Not nicer by any means, but without an audience Kacchan was less likely to create a show or take offense to Izuku's sole gaze. The displays of raw and impressive power dimmed to a quiet warm glow for them to enjoy together. Softer and quiet but no less amazing.

Irate and fierce Bakugou Katsuki became subdued and passive Kacchan.

Or maybe he only pretended to see a difference.

As soon as the blonde was able to walk on his own two feet without fear of collapsing, he was probably going to politely thank Izuku for his unneeded service with a punch to the gut.

Izuku's stomach rolled, anticipating the strike, but it settled when looking down at Kacchan's serene sleeping face didn't cause the blonde to jump from his comfortable position to rip his throat out.

The less people between and in front of them, the better; And seeing as how Kacchan wasn't firing on all cylinders, he didn't count either. The distance Kacchan had put up in their youth was gone, no longer dictating how close Izuku was allowed to be.

Right now, the only person between him and Kacchan was Izuku.

It's a startling thought, but he found it quite calming.

It had been quite some time since he'd been the one to hold the reigns in their relationship, aside from his daily stubborn decision to never stray too far away. It was assuring to know that this was still an option. That Izuku was still okay with this and with them.

Kacchan may have demanded the shoulder attached to Izuku's presence, but Izuku would've offered it even without the excuse of sickness.

Because he cared for Kacchan and always would. His admiration was inevitable as it was steady. If Kacchan never looked back, he was content to continue watching from afar.

Always waiting for the other with an open heart and safe place to be just Kacchan.

when it was just us.

[teaposee]

This will be fun ^^

1 / 2 / 3

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[flying-cat]

I just thought of Izuku immediately shooting up in the hero rankings like a week after he becomes an active pro-hero again because everyone is so happy that he's back and Katsuki wants to be annoyed that Izuku ranked higher than him so quickly like he would've been, once upon a time, but he really can't be because this is what he worked eight years to see, and now he can finally compete with him again. So he sits in his apartment, TV on, watching Izuku try not to stutter his way through his first returning interview with fondness and pride, and thinks it's finally time to put some actual effort into climbing higher on the hero rankings.

(Not that being #1 is his priority anymore. He's just happy that he gets to fight alongside Izuku again, that they can compete with one another as equals, and that they can complete one another like two sides of the same coin. For the rest of their lives.)

[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic idea (/drabble) #33

(Established bkdk🧡💚 with shenanigans)

The fic starts as all good established bkdk fics do:

With Bakugou screaming at an unbothered Todoroki.

Izuku wants to stop them, truly he does, but their fight- if it could be called that- is over a recipe that Shouto refuses to share.

"It's not mine to share," Shouto explains calmly for the hundredth time that evening, "Fuyumi found the recipe card, left by my mother's great grandmother. It's not meant to be given away easily."

"So only dead hags can eat fancy katsuobushi?! Give me a fucking break-"

"It's a family recipe, Bakugou." Shouto says, "You're not family."

Izuku's not sure why Kacchan is do adamant about getting his hands on the recipe. He wasn't there when the two had last visited the Todoroki residence. Just as Izuku thinks it's time he should intervene, Kacchan pulls the ultimate uno reverse card:

"Like hell I'm not-" He says, "Go get the prenup papers, I'll marry any one of your dumbass siblings."

Ignoring the.... everything wrong with that statement, Izuku is concerned- Since he and Kacchan are currently dating.

"Oh, really?" Shouto challenges, giving Izuku hope of reminding his boyfriend to his prior commitments, "How are you going to manage that? Natsuo and Fuyumi are already dating other people, I doubt they'd settle for you."

"I don't give a fuck, I'll marry you if I have to."

Izuku tries, "Um? Kacchan??"

"And who says I'd accept?"

"Please, you'd be lucky to have me- I'd make a wonderful husband!"

And their argument just kind of devolves from there. Kacchan pointing out all of the good qualities he has and slowly convincing Todoroki of his worthiness in the role. (Great cook, prefers a clean home, can hold him bridle-style with ease, amazing quirk, etc.)

All while Izuku quietly, or not so quietly, mourns all of the beautiful missed opportunities he's describing.

("Don't get in my way, Deku. I'd sell my mother to the LOV for this dish.")

By the end, Izuku is melting into a depressed puddle while Shouto at least seems interested in the idea...

"You do seem like good husband material..."

Izuku starts to panic, trying to decide between being happy for his two best friends vs shocked that they're both really going to go through with this before Kacchan even properly breaks up with him.

Then Todoroki turns to Izuku, a firm nod and a "He has my blessing."

And then he walks away.

Izuku flusters, realizing this was the plan all along.

Bakugou yells at Todoroki, calling him a coward for still not relinquishing the recipe.

Todoroki waves away the concern, telling him he'll give them the recipe as a wedding gift.

Izuku might die of embarrassment (or happiness) but he's mostly relieved that it's all over now.

Until Kacchan grabs his hands, and very seriously suggests that they leave right now to elope.

It's just a funny cute little fic idea.

[pjs-everyday]

if anyone is gonna rally the 1-A boys into playing dumb dress-up games, it's mina 💕

[draco-kasai]

He stared blankly as the skeletal figure of the man walked away from him. His vision blurring, making the man look like a blob as he disappeared from his sight. His footsteps growing distant as the man continued to speak, apologizing and giving him suggestions.

"I know it's painful, but it's best to remain realistic." The man states as he opens a door. The green haired teen's continued silence caused the blonde man to sigh. Without any more words, he closed the door behind him with a soft click.

As though the sound had brought him back to reality, the teen began to tremble. Feeling his legs growing weak under him, he fell to his knees. Sobs wracked his body as he allowed his emotions to overflow.

"Why?" His broken voice croaked out, "Why is it so bad to be quirkless? Why am I considered so weak?" He asked the empty space of the surrounding roof.

The boy could feel the familiar feeling of anger bubble up within him. Instead of holding onto it, he let it out in angry cries that rattled his throat, "I'm human too damn it!! Just because I don't have a quirk doesn't make me less than!!"

The teen took in a deep breath and let out years worth of frustrations and anger out in a loud yell. His throat burning in protest even as he stopped to cough. His tears continuing down his freckled cheeks like streams of a river slowly began to trickle to a stop.

The boy curled into himself, numbly. His eyes itchy and irritated, throat scratchy and dry. He sniffled softly into his arm as he hugged his knees to his chest, "I just wanted to help people... I just wanted to be a hero..." He hid his face from the world, his body shuttering with tearless sobs, "Why can't I just be normal?" he asked himself as he closed his eyes.

Warmth, that's the first thing he was able to register. Warmth that enveloped his body in a comforting hug and beckoned him to fall back into slumber. But wait... wasn't he on a rooftop a few moments ago?

A gasp and a yelp, the teen sat up quickly to look around the room. It was both familiar and not at the same time. He didn't understand. The walls had posters hanging on their walls but none familiar despite the familiar faces. Quick steps rushing towards his room caused the teen to flinch and look up just in time to see the door burst open.

"Izuku, are you okay!?" Inko asked as he looked down at her son with worry in her green eyes. Izuku stared up at his mother with a bewildered look.

"Mom? Where am I?" Izuku asked confused

Inko's eyebrows scrunched up a little in equal confusion, "What do you mean, sweetheart? This is your room, are you alright baby? Did the fever get worse?"

As she spoke, Inko walked closer to place her hand on her son's forehead. A relived smile crossed her lips, her shoulders slumping, "Oh, thank goodness. It seems your fever has gone down. Perhaps you're just a little disoriented."

"A... fever?" Izuku asked, confused as he watched his mother pull his dark green curtains open. He didn't remember having a fever recently. He does, however, remembers being on the rooftop and an explosion. His body had reacted on instinct, and he ran for the stairwell.

Izuku could feel his body stiffen when he remembered tripping over a sidewalk. His eyes becoming blank upon recalling the way tiers screeched on the pavement and people yelled over him.

"Oh my, you must not remember much from the fever. You came home last night and had fallen ill, sweetheart. It was dangerously high last night. I was really worried, especially when I couldn't take you to a hospital because of the sudden storm that happened last night." Inko explained while she tied the curtains to keep them open.

Turning to face her son, she frowned in worry at how pale he looked. Worried he may feel nauseous, she grabbed the trashcan and placed it by his bed as she sat on the edge, "oh, honey, are you feeling any worse?"

"M... Mom I-" Izuku paused as he got a better look at his mother in the morning light. Her once dark forest green hair was as black as charcoal, "Y... your hair...?"

"Hm?" Inko ran a hand through her hair with a confused tilt of her head. Her eyes flickered down to her dark locks in her hand, "Is something wrong with it?"

Izuku stared at his mother for a silent moment before slowly shaking his head, "Ah... no... I just... I thought it was green." he states cautiously.

Inko let's out a soft snort before giggling, "Oh, my. Green?" She ruffled her son's hair, "Oh yeah, you're definitely not going to school today." With those words, she got up to her feet, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll bring you your breakfast, sweetheart."

Izuku watched his mom step out of the room in silence. The moment the door clicked closed behind him, he scrambled out of his bed and to his feet. He quickly rushed to look into the mirror he had on the back of his bedroom door. His eyes instantly landing on his hair.

Black.

Izuku's hair landed on his hair, gently tugging and pulling as he leaned in to stare at himself in the mirror, "What the fuck is happening?" Izuku mumbled to himself as he stared at his reflection. Everything about him was the same except for his hair, just like his mom.

Not to mention that memory... "I was so sure I died..." He murmured to himself as he slowly walked back to his bed. Plopping down to sit against his pillows, "Is this the work of a quirk? But then, why would they change our hair? This makes no sense..."

Green eyes looked up to look around the room once more. The morning light brightening up the room. All of his hero merchandise was gone and replace with something else. It looked like posters and figures of anime, along with bands and artists.

"Code Lyoko? Attack on Titan? Sailor Moon?" Izuku mumbled in confusion as he read out some of the anime posters. Relief flooded the young teen when he saw a familiar face, "The Wild Wild Pussycats... Wait... world Tour?"

Blindly, Izuku reached over for his phone. Once it was in his hand, he quickly turned it on and paused. His All Might background was replaced with a picture of himself and two unknown people. A boy with tired eyes and a girl with dyed pink hair. With growing confusion, Izuku unlocked his phone.

Opening google, he quickly looked up the hero team by name. His mouth falling open at the results, "Musical group...? Pop punk? Huh?!" Clicking one of the videos, Izuku sat on his bed dumbfounded as he watched the music video and listed to the catchy tune.

"Oh my god..." Izuku murmured to himself as he quickly opened google again and quickly looked up all of his favorite heroes.

Hawks - Keigo Takami a male model and singer

Endeavor - Enji Todoroki, a popular wrestler and actor

Best Jeanist - Tsunagu Hakamada a popular designer

Present Mic - Hizashi Yamada a radio talk show host, musical teacher and actor

Eraserhead - Aizawa Shouta a hard rock singer

All Might - Yagi Toshinori a wrestler and actor

Quirk /kwərk/ Noun 1.a peculiar behavioral habit.

Superpower /so͞opərˌpouər/ describes a state or supranational union that-

Izuku quickly shut off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed, only to watch it bounce and fall to the floor with a thud. Grabbing his pillow, Izuku let out a muffled scream. He knows the real identity of heroes, and they aren't heroes?! Quirks weren't powers either, and superpowers are things of fiction! What the fuck was happening? Where was he?!

"Izuku, I have your breakfast." Inko called as she carefully opened the door while balancing a bowl on a bed tray. As his mother set the tray on his lap, Izuku couldn't help but wonder if he died and was sent to some alternate version of his world, or if this was all the work of a quirk.

[fan-love-ang-shortstoryprompts]

Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #14

This is prompt is inspired by the fic

Growing up (growing out) put your roots down (dig them up) by Skulled

Izuku has a plant quirk, but specifically exploring his early years, as well as how OFA effects it, and why it wasn't noticed, what plants he can grow on himself, if he can stretch them farther out like shiozaki, and more plant kid squad bonding at UA (with him, shiozaki, kinoko and any others you can find)