Chapter Three!!! I Can Barely Believe It. I Wrote This Much. 

“Hey, do you want to go on a date?” Izuku heard himself say. It was like hearing his voice underwater. He was staring at Uraraka with a hopeful smile on his face. She smiled back and blinked at him. The strange thing was that everything was a but her was blurry and out of focus, but he didn’t care about that. He just wanted to know what she was going to say.

“Why would I want to go on a date with you?” she said, her voice was echoey and sharp.

“Uh... I...um...uh” Izuku was at a loss for words. He couldn’t think of one good reason why anyone would.

“You are the world's biggest jerk, but you must also be the world’s biggest idiot if you think that I would date you. You are a quirkless nobody.”

“No, I have a quirk!”

“Yeah, a stolen one. You don’t even deserve it. You act more like a villain then a hero. All Might was a fool to pick you.” Uraraka poked him with a finger accusingly.

“No! NO! I can be a hero. Just watch. I'll prove it. All might didn’t make a mistake, I swear. I am worthy! I am!” Midoriya cried out desperately.

With the smuggest look on her face, Mina watched as Midoriya was startled again and again, by uraraka popping up and trying to talk to him. He would run away or yell at her to mind her own business, but it was to no avail. The round-face girl would not be deterred.

To be honest, the whole thing was Mina’s idea. She wanted revenge on Midoriya for beating her again and again at Mario cart. With sneakiness, she convinced everyone that Uraraka should try to hang out with Midoriya. It was pure dumb luck, Uraraka had agreed and the rest was history, very entertaining history.

Bakugo stood in the field staring at his opponent. Uraraka. She looked at him with a hard face, one that he had only seen when she was looking at Izuku.

“Alright Uraraka, I am not going to hold back,” Bakugo said, stretching his arms to release any tension that might have crept upon him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Uraraka said determinedly, “Backing down is not an option here!”

At the sound of “START!” Uraraka charged at him, hands wide as she readied to use her quirk on him. Bakugo stood still, waiting for her to come closer. He drew his hand back and a medium-sized explosion boomed, filling the air around them with smoke.

Chapter five!!! Whoop whoop!

Marinette was usually the first people to get to her class. She was proud of her punctuation and how she was almost never late, unlike a certain blond boy who was almost late to every class.

When marinette walked into class she immediately glanced over to where Chloe was standing. The blonde brat was standing in front of Marinette’s own desk. When Chloe spotted her a frown spread across the drama queens face.

“Who would even like her” marinette heard her mutter darkly as she walked away and back to her own desk where Sabrina sat, finishing Chloe’s homework. Marinette now saw what she was angry about.

“The tracker led to this location,” Momo said as she walked. Her heels click-clacking on the concrete, sweat dripping down her face. They had been walking for a while and the night was breathlessly humid, hiding their nervous sweat with regular perspiration. The alley that they stood in was narrow and trashy. Not much room for breathing space.

“So, this is their hideout...? I’d buy that!” Kirishima exclaimed.

“We can't be sure but... I've been checking and the villains haven't moved from here all day.” Momo looked back at them. She was just grateful for the glasses that hid her expression from them. She didn’t want anyone to see that she was terrified. Urararka didn’t have to hide anything. Her round face was set with determination. She wasn’t going to give up or stop until they had Midoriya back.

“Just because the villains are here doesn’t necessarily mean Midoriya is too. I need you all to realize that we’re standing here now based on very limited information.” Momo continued.

“None of us are suited to stealth missions like Jiro and Hagakure. So, I'm stopping this thing at the first hint of danger... because you’re my friends. And I won't hesitate to notify the authorities!” Iida added.

“Thank you, Iida. Just give me a minute to think... about what can actually do.” Bakugo said.

“We have to think like Midoriya to save Midoriya!” Uraraka chirped, “Bakugo, what would he do?”

It seemed like an eternity, though it was only a minute while Midoriya processed what had been said, his mouth still hanging open.

“You think that All Might is my dad?” he asked, “and you’re gonna tell everyone that I’m his son?”

“Yes, and yes. Problem?”

“I don’t know where you get your information, but you are dead wrong. He's not my dad” Midoriya said with a nervous chuckle. Heat was surging up his face that had nothing to do with the fact the villains were all looking at him knowingly. It was just hot in here, that’s all.

“You can't lie to us.” Bad touch man smiled.

“I... but... you... HE’S NOT MY DAD!!!” Izuku snapped.

“All Might... the only hero who stain approves of...” Spinner shuddered in his wooded prison.

“Ends here, huh? Don’t be stupid all might, it’s only just starting." Shigaraki hissed, “justice this and peace that... all these vague things have kept a lid on our society's filthy underbelly... we’re smashing through though... and to do that we’re removing you and your son from the picture, All Might.”

All Might stared at Shigaraki for a second, trying to understand what he meant by son. A quick glance at Midoriya’s embarrassed face was enough to clue him in.

“You think he’s, my son?”

If Midoriya could facepalm without moving his broken arms, then he would have left a bruise on his forehead.

Chapter two of my first fanfiction.

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zuku stood in front of Gran Torino's dilapidated old “base” with his things pack and really to go. He was almost sad to leave. Gran Torino was a good teacher, maybe better than All Might was.

“Hey, old man, thanks for everything,” Izuku said sincerely. Gran Torino just looked confused.

“I had nothing to do with what happened to you, you know. I didn’t do that much” Gran Torino grumbled.

“I know, but if you hadn't said all that you did, and the sparring... I don’t think I would have lasted very long. It was because of you, that I was able to face the hero killer.” Izuku said truthfully. He couldn’t let himself lie to this man. he trusted the old coot, maybe a little too much, because Gran smacked his leg with his walking stick.

“Ow!”