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ceiaofsilence · 7 years ago

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Zombiezuku, Ch.2

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Chaotic Entrance Exam is chaotic

Izuku is not quite sure how this happened, but Kacchan is dragging him up the path to the gates of U.A. High while a pretty girl chatters at them. Also, Izuku is floating. This seems like a pretty important fact to mention. Izuku rarely defies gravity on his own.

“Keep him that way, Roundface,” Kacchan had grunted and started dragging the floating Izuku by his tie after the girl had used her Quirk to save Izuku from tripping. “Can’t run off to be fucking stupid that way.”

“I could sleep like this,” Izuku had realised.

The girl found that very funny. “You’re not nervous at all, huh?” She’d laughed sheepishly. “I’m so excited!”

“I’m just dead inside,” Izuku explained to her.

“Deku’s a fucking idiot, is what he is.” Kacchan looked like he was contemplating chucking Izuku into the sun.

He still looks that way now, actually. Izuku should probably not tempt fate.

…Eh.

“It must be nice, doing this exam with a friend,” the girl, who’d introduced herself as Uraraka Ochako, chatters away. Kacchan only responds by grunting, but this does not deter her. Neither does Kacchan’s resting bitchface. She is very brave.

“He’s actually my brother in law,” Izuku answers her and shows her his phone’s background, which is the latest wedding picture of Nami-chan and Kacchan. Uraraka squeals.

“This is so cute! Is this your little sister, Deku-kun?”

“Shut up and die, Deku!” Kacchan roars. Izuku makes swimming motions until his fingers reach Kacchan’s fluffy hair. He grabs on. “The fuck’re you doing!?” Kacchan screeches.

“I need to hold on! You’re about to chuck me into the sun!” Izuku shouts back. Uraraka loses herself in giggles.

“You two are great!” she chokes out. “I really hope we all make it!”

“Hrn,” Kacchan grunts, eloquent as always.

“You’re great, too!” Izuku gives Uraraka a thumbs-up. “Good energy. Best of luck in the exams.”

“Thanks!” They’ve reached the auditorium now, and Uraraka takes off with one last wave, looking for her seat while Izuku is dragged up the stairs, still floating because apparently Uraraka forgot to release her Quirk.

“Kacchan, we just made a friend. A friend who is also a girl,” Izuku gushes. “Oh my god, I need to text your Mom. She’s gonna be so proud. Kacchan’s learning how to person.”

Kacchan slams him into the seat and grabs him by the lapels of his school uniform. “Say another word and I’ll fucking gag you,” he hisses. “And don’t you fucking dare trying to float to the ceiling. Don’t. You. Dare.” Kacchan alone knows how poor Izuku’s impulse control really is.

“But Kacchan-“

“I’ll tell your mom.”

Damn it. Kacchan is no fun today.

“Welcome to my show, Listeners! Everybody say HEY!”

“Hey!” Izuku shouts. Of the thousands of applicants assembled in the room, he’s the only one. Oh boy is this awkward.

“You’re fucking dead,” Kacchan hisses.

“Ha! I like your spirit, kid! All right, listeners, I’m gonna give you the rundown on the practical exam. ARE YOU READY??!!”

Kacchan has Izuku in a headlock with his hand slammed over Izuku’s mouth before he can shout his answer. Izuku can do nothing but listen while the rules are explained. He knows them all already, of course. He’d read the info pamphlets obsessively. This is his dream.

Before he knows it, he’s in front of the battle area, sans Kacchan because applicants from the same schools are separated so cooperation between former classmates is impossible.

He’s also still weightless. That’s a bit of a problem, actually, he’d caught some weird looks clinging to walls and railings on the way to the battle area. Oh, but there’s Uraraka! He moves toward her and a hand slams on his shoulder. “Were you about to bother that girl?” The guy is tall and has glasses. Izuku is pretty sure he’s the one who spoke up in the auditorium to ask about the arena trap.

“Well-“ Izuku says.

“Trying to unnerve the competition? I see what you’re up to! You’re the one who disturbed Present Mic’s debrief, aren’t you?” Izuku has honestly seen more impressive glares in his lifetime, but this guy still ranks pretty high. It’s the glasses. They do the anime-antagonist-gleam thing.

“No, it’s just-“

“I won’t let you interfere with that girl’s concentration. People like you have no place at prestigious places like U.A.!” Iida tightens his hold on Izuku. “I’m of half a mind to report you-“

“Aaaand start!” Present Mic’s voice comes from the speakers.

“Huh?” The assembled U.A. hopefuls blink in confusion while Izuku hides his face in his hand. This is just great, really.

Ah well, he’d rather not face Kacchan’s fury, so… yeah. He’s just gonna have to do the exam like this.

He shrugs Glasses’ hand off, jumps up, then uses his shoulder as a springboard to give himself momentum. Lightning fast he flies into the arena while Present Mic is still telling everybody to get their asses in gear. This must be what it feels like to have a flight Quirk. Fun.

Until the robots show up, then it gets tricky. Izuku has enough momentum to mow the first three down. Then he just sort-of bounces between them, desperately trying not to float up into the sky. The boost in speed is awesome, though.

And suddenly gravity has its hold on Izuku again. Somewhere, Uraraka has released her Quirk. Aww, he’d just gotten used to it. Ah well. “No harm done!” Izuku shouts to no one in particular from where he fell on his face. “Have fun fighting robots!” He takes off into a side alley where a spider-like robot has driven some guy into a corner.

Oh man, he totally forgot to count points.

Yagi Toshinori observes the camera feeds alongside the rest of the faculty. This is his first year teaching, and he needs to know the kids he’ll be responsible for. He’s so excited for this - helping to guide the future generation, inspiring young heroes. And maybe, hopefully, finally, finding a worthy successor. Nedzu had said he had a candidate, even mentioning that young Toogata Mirio had gained Nighteye’s approval. Toshinori definitely looks forward to meeting this boy!

The other members of the faculty seem to have established groups for watching the practical exams, routinely discussing the various individuals’ performances. Toshinori himself prefers simply watching - he’s not looking for performance, rather, that heroic spark in the eye is what he wants to find. That which makes a hero worthy of being called such.

“Someone has caught your attention?” Nedzu is suddenly on Toshinori’s shoulder. That is fine, he’s in his All Might form, he can easily support the principal.

Toshinori smiles in response to the question, eyes riveted on a boy fighting robots on the screen. And then he, before even taking down his opponent, jumps to the side in front of a girl petrified with fear, and takes a hit for her with a bright smile. It’s fine, Toshinori reads the boy’s lips. You’re okay.

Toshinori’s own smile widens.

Nedzu hums and informs him, “His name is Kirishima Eijirou.”

Meanwhile, across the room, hidden in shadows, Aizawa Shouta’s eyes are locked on a boy that looks as tired as he feels. Sparkly letters glued to the back of his jacket declare him to be ‘Explodokill Supporter #1’.

Held in his arms bridal style is an even sparklier boy shooting lasers from his stomach.

Then they take a selfie together, the robot sneaking up on them in the background. Explodokill Supporter #1 punches it into oblivion after the picture is taken.

Shouta needs a coffee. These kids keep getting weirder every year.

Somewhere, Kacchan must be having a really good time. Blasting robots left and right, that right up his alley.

Izuku can’t say he’s enjoying this entrance exam all that much. Sure, it’s an adrenaline rush, even if he’s having a little trouble mustering up a sense of urgency. But it’s got nothing of the feverish intensity he gets from fighting Kacchan.

At least it’s far from boring, and meeting Sparkleman was really funny. He’s gonna get that selfie printed on a shirt and glue sparkles to it. Izuku likes sparkles.

There are no robots where Izuku currently is. But he hears a lot of noise to the right, so he might rack up some more points over there. He really should have counted how many he made so far, but in his defence the whole no-gravity thing distracted him.

Izuku bursts out of the alley onto a plaza. It’s pandemonium. Glasses is kicking robots, Uraraka is making them float and crash like a complete badass, and everywhere people are yelling and ‘accidentally’ tackling each other to get at robots. This is so not Izuku’s thing. Better clean up some more alleys instead.

Except the earth starts shaking and people’s yelling turns into shocked exclamations. A giant robot burrows up from the ground, dust and rubble flying everywhere. But to be honest, saying giant robot feels like an understatement. This thing is so humongous, it makes Izuku feel like an insignificant little ant, about to be grinded into paste.

“It’s the Zero Point!” someone yells.

Ah. The arena trap that’s supposed to rampage a little to shake things up. This is a little bit much though, right? Izuku should probably get out of dodge. Like everybody else. Except Izuku severely dislikes doing things like everybody else.

“Ahh!” He whirls around. Is that-

It’s Uraraka. Leg trapped under rubble. Above her the robot.

The robot is supposedly programmed to rampage. Not target anyone, just cause confusion and chaos. The U.A. administration can’t expect applicants to take that thing on without prior hero training.

But Uraraka is half-buried under rubble and not capable of moving much, and above her is a lot of dust floating around. The robot’s sensors won’t be able to pick her out. Which means the robot won’t know where to avoid stepping with its tons-heavy machine feet.

Izuku’s body is in motion before the thought is even finished.

It has to be said that Izuku is extremely fast when motivated, and his Quirk works as a damn good Strength Augment. He’s at Uraraka’s side in no time at all, hauling stuff off of her legs. She’s not in good condition. Sweaty and pale, and her eyes aren’t completely focused. Concussion, maybe? Izuku’s not a doctor, but even he can see that she’s in no condition to walk. Uraraka doesn’t protest when he picks her up easily and begins to run because that shadow above them kind of looks like the sole of a robot shoe except it’s so big holy fuck it’s even bigger up close.

Izuku gets himself and Uraraka clear just in time to avoid being squished. Not in time, however, to avoid being tossed away by the following shockwave. He curls his body around Uraraka’s. She’s got her face hidden in his chest and under different circumstances, Izuku’s brain would explode from holy crap physical contact with a girl. But in this situation all he can think is oh fuck this is actually gonna hurt.

Getting flung into spiky remnants of demolished robots is never fun. Not that Izuku has accumulated much experience in the field. This is the first time it’s happened.

Ouch.

Of course they have to be launched right into the pincer of a mantis-looking robot-corpse. This is Izuku’s luck.

The pincer stabs right into Izuku’s favourite lung, which means his beloved Explodokill Supporter jacket is ruined. This is also his luck. At least it doesn’t go through and hurt Uraraka.

Izuku hacks and coughs up blood. Aw man.

The exam ends pretty much at that point, and things get busy. Suddenly they’re surrounded by fellow applicants calling for a doctor or something. Uraraka, who’d seemingly been getting better at that point after a few bouts of throwing up, is lifted off of Izuku. Unfortunately his stupid body chooses this moment to cough up more blood, sending everyone into a panic. Some idiot tries to move him despite Izuku’s sluggish protests (the regeneration thing leaves him tired, he’ll have to drink a gallon of coke later) and then they notice he’s sorta been shish-kebabbed and well…

Inconvenient.

Uraraka is crying. Sparkledude is aesthetically worrying nearby. Glasses is yelling and semi-successfully attempting to get the situation under control (“No, don’t move him, he’ll lose blood! Give him space if you’re not helping! Does anybody have a healing Quirk?”). Izuku signs to them that he’s honestly fine, but they’re not looking at his hands and probably don’t know sign language anyway. What with the blood leaking out of his mouth, talking is kinda out of the question, though.

He’s gonna have to go home with Kacchan tonight. Kacchan’s parents are a lot more chill when it comes to Izuku being Izuku. His own Mom would cry and fret, and Nami wouldn’t talk for weeks.

Izuku nods to himself and whips out his phone. Takes a selfie - horrible quality, honestly - captions it with ‘Ouch. Your place tonight?’ and sends it off to his best friend. Then after a second’s thought he sends the selfie of himself and Sparkledude, too, with the declaration that he did have fun, all things considered.

“Just leave it to me, kids,” an old-lady voice says. “Here, have a candy. Oh my, you’re in good spirits for someone in your condition, aren’t you, dear?”

Can I have your autograph? Izuku signs to the Youthful Heroine, Recovery Girl, who’s now ordering helpers to put up privacy screens which makes the whole fiasco so much more comfortable. A commemorative selfie, perhaps?

“Later, dear.” Recovery Girl knows sign language! This is great. He’s gotta write it in his notebook later.

His phone buzzes. That’s gotta be Kacchan. Huh, Izuku’s arm won’t move… dammit. Stupid low energy. Recovery Girl is examining him and not looking at his hands right now, so Izuku warbles out, “Phone.”

“This generation,” she sighs and shakes her head. “On your phones even when critically injured.”

“No death.” Izuku coughs again, it jerks his body around the metal in his body unpleasantly. “Rege- Regene- phone. Kacchan.”

Kacchan knows Izuku’s weird-ass physiology pretty well. He can explain better. He’s on the phone right now, probably.

Recovery Girl seems to understand, seeing as she takes Izuku’s phone and calls Kacchan. He can hear Kacchan screaming profanities at stupid fucking Deku even from where he’s impaled.

“Actually, this is Recovery Girl, U.A. High School’s nurse,” Recovery Girl informs him when Kacchan runs out of air. “My current patient insisted I call you, as he’s in no condition to speak.”

Izuku’s brain kind of goes woozy at that point, but he’s dimly aware that a school-owned ambulance shows up right at the same time as an ill-tempered Kacchan who starts answering Recovery Girl’s questions while Izuku is hooked up to IVs and whatnot.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Deku,” Kacchan growls at him later in the infirmary, which is better equipped than any hospital Izuku’s ever been to.

“Sorry for worrying you, Kacchan,” Izuku says.

“Where the fuck do you get off thinking I’d worry about a braindead zombie like you?!” Kacchan predictably explodes. “I’m so motherfucking pissed, you shitstain! I’m missing the written exam because of you!”

…oh right. Those. Izuku had completely forgotten about them. Huh.

“Oh, not to worry.” Recovery Girl pokes her head in. “Administration deems your scores in the practical good enough to let you retake the written exams. Midoriya-kun, do you feel up for receiving a visitor?”

“Eh? Sure?” Izuku answers. Shit, did someone tell his mom what happened? That would be all kinds of bad.

But it’s Uraraka. “Deku-kun!” Her eyes go teary the moment she lays eyes on him in his bed. Making Uraraka cry should be a crime punishable by death. “I’m so sorry! Because of me-“

“Oh fuck no,” Kacchan growls. “Fucking Deku is a braindead monkey all on his own. Don’t you dare take responsibility for his bullshit.”

“B-but he got hurt because-“ Uraraka’s lip wobbles.

“My body moved on its own, haha,” Izuku says. “I’ve got regeneration anyway, so it’s not like it matters if I get a little hurt. I’m pretty desensitised to pain anyway.” He tries for a smile. She looks horrified.

“No, don’t say that, getting hurt is terrible even if you regenerate and stuff!” she exclaims and grabs his hands, staring at him earnestly. “Deku-kun, you can’t think that way!”

“But he fucking does!” Kacchan explodes. “So far he’s jumped in front of five goddamn cars, fallen off some stupid building, buried himself under a trash-avalanche twice like a fucking moron, and been in a train disaster, and that’s just the shit I’m aware of! He’s a fucking zombie at this point!”

“Yeah, but people were in danger,” Izuku argues. “Except for the trash avalanches, that was just clumsiness and also maybe possibly the fault of Kacchan’s explosions, but that’s just an outlandish hypothesis.”

“Anyway, you feel guilty over this useless dickwad?” Kacchan glares at the girl. “Then fucking make sure you don’t almost die in his vicinity again, you moron.”

Motivation and comfort à la Kacchan.

Uraraka stares.

“Commemorative selfie?” Izuku asks hopefully.

They take the written exam three days later. Izuku is pretty sure he does okay. Kacchan of course brags the entire way home about how he knew everything by recounting every question and answer he gave. But that’s just what Kacchan does.

After that, the waiting game begins. Neither of them have any clue how long it will take U.A. to analyse the test results. Fortunately, or not so fortunately, Nami-chan has been feeling neglected during the months they focused on training more than they did on family, and monopolises all their attention, thus keeping them from going crazy during the wait. Though only Kacchan needs that. Izuku can’t really muster up enough energy to worry.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he does. So much. U.A. is his dream, Kacchan’s dream.

He’s just having a little trouble feeling things sometimes. Especially the uncomfortable things.

It’s just like it is with his pain reception - he knows the pain is there, he knows he’s hurting. But it’s dull, muted, and easy to block out unless it’s the overwhelming, deep sort of pain. Like when he fell off that building and broke so many bones and probably ruptured a whole lot of organs, too.

It makes things easier. Sometimes, though, he’s envious of Kacchan who feels everything so intensely.

Then again, he doesn’t miss being anxious over every little thing, so it works out.

Izuku watches the content of the holo-disk again and again. He made it. He’s a student of U.A. High School. He did it.

He did it. He did it. He did it. He did it.

He can’t stop smiling.

Kacchan and Izuku meet up at the beach the next morning. It’s completely clean thanks to their efforts. To both their disappointment, it’s become a rather popular spot once some local newspaper published an article on the mysterious clean-up. But this early in the morning, nobody’s there.

“We’re gonna be heroes,” Izuku says, still in awe over the fact.

“Obviously,” Kacchan scoffs. “I can see why you would be surprised, with your shitty Quirk.”

“And my chaotic exam experience,” Izuku adds, nodding. “You text Uraraka yet?”

“The fuck would I do that for,” Kacchan grunts.

“Just asking,” Izuku says. Then he lunges and drags Kacchan into a surprise selfie. Kacchan does not appreciate it and it’s probably good that nobody’s around because they might have gotten concerned seeing an explodokiller chase a zombie around the beach.

Oh man, what kind of heroes will they make… Izuku doesn’t really care as he catches Kacchan’s arm finally and throws him into the water. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy.

“Deku, you fuckmunch! Get your ass over here and die, you coward!” Kacchan screams.

…water-wrestling with Kacchan does sound fun.

Curse you, poor impulse control.

Uraraka Ochako wakes up in the early morning, alerted by the ping of her still relatively new phone. It had been a gift from her parents for her middle school graduation, and she feels guilty for even having it - it had to have been soooo expensive!

“My daughter’s gonna be a hero, and heroes need phones,” Dad had told her, and ruffled her hair proudly. She’d had to suppress tears.

It’s not even clear she’s gonna be a hero! Of course, she wants to - the payment would be great, and her parents’ construction company just doesn’t pay much anymore. But the competition is huge, and her Quirk isn’t even really combat related, and just look at what happened during the entrance exams. She’d nearly died, and her saviour had gotten impaled! Ochako feels nauseous just thinking about it.

Poor Deku. Speaking of him, wasn’t that the ringtone she’d set for him? Him and Katsuki-kun. Her eyes widen. She’d gotten her test results yesterday! They must have, too! She lunges for her phone and scrambles to open the message.

There’s a picture. Deku has Katsuki-kun in a headlock and makes a peace sign at the camera. ��Going to U.A.!’ reads the caption. Ochako gasps.

Then she has to spend a minute to figure out how to take a selfie of her own to send back. ‘Me too! Let’s all do our best!’

She hadn’t really doubted that Katsuki-kun would make it, from what she’d seen he’s really strong. Deku, on the other hand - well. Ochako had wanted to give some of her points to her saviour, but between all the chaos had only considered the possibility far too late. She’d ended up sending a letter to the school, and the reply had said that transferring points was unfortunately not possible, but not to worry - if a student deserved the place in U.A., then they would get it.

She hadn’t been quite sure what to make of it. But come to think of it now - Deku must have gotten a whole lot of those Rescue Points. She’d gotten a few of her own, though she’s not quite sure when she’d saved someone during the exams, her focus had almost entirely been on destroying robots to the point that she hadn’t noticed that her Quirk had made her too nauseous to avoid the flying rubble that had ended up trapping her.

Ochako scowls at the thought. She’s supposed to be a hero. She’s not supposed to be the one who needs to be saved.

It means she’s proving all those people who think she can’t do it right. Uraraka-chan is so delicate, they say. So pure and cute. So fragile. The teachers who gently suggested other schools and careers and slid pamphlets for easier careers to her. The boys at the public training grounds who would never take her seriously, would always go easy on her. The girls who tittered about her ditziness and gave her thinly veiled hints that she doesn’t have what it takes.

Then fucking make sure you don’t almost die in his vicinity again, you moron, Katsuki-kun had growled at her back when she’d visited Deku in the infirmary in order to apologise.

She’s gotta get stronger.

Ochako draws her eyebrows together in determination. There are still weeks until high school starts. She’s not going to waste them.

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