The photo is a piercings chart. Izuku has pretty much got it all. It's not what the piercings look like, just where they are, but he DOES have a lip ring and his tongue piercing IS one of the spherical ones. It'll explain more detail later.

Was listening to Lemon Boy and Mr Brightside while writing this and this chapter long as fuck. Feeling very creative today! Got my braces a new band, drew some fanart (tabbes), and got some good ass sushi 🍣💚 Also I just realized that Izuku in this story is a Chaotic Good. He's willing to do anything to help people. Anything.
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"Mota?"

Before the tall man (currently quirk-disguised as Izuku's mom) opened the classroom door, he was stopped.

"I don't want to cheat. You, pretending to be my mom... I don't want to be taught that I can use quirks to cheat my way out of things. You guys told me that in the VCU if you get caught, you go out honorably. You face the consequences."

Mota stares, wide eyes, before morphing back and laughing a deep, cheerful laugh, "okay, okay kid! Ya know, you just love to make things difficult, huh? Fine, but you're calling the teacher out here. I hate scarin' kids..."

Izuku smiles, nodding at his mentor. "Okay!" He let out a shaky breath, "let's do this..."

He threw his (newly acquired, as he left the last one with Kacchan) hood over his hair, and opened the door a little, poking his head in a little. "Uh, sir?"

Every head in the classroom snapped to look, and Izuku tensed. "Uh, yes? And you are?"

Okay, so um, the teacher has no clue who he is-

"I-Izuku, uh, sir....I need to talk to you... uhm.... in the hall, sir," he squeaked out. The teacher glanced at his class, then sighed like he couldn't possibly bother to do such a thing. He placed his chalk down anyway, and walked out of the classroom.

The second the door closed, and the teacher saw Motashiro in his full 6'4 form, he froze, something in his eyes seeming to zap him. Fear.

I mean, you can't really blame him. You're missing a student for a few periods, and all of a sudden he shows up with a literal wall of a man with the nastiest scar you've ever seen racing down his neck. Full thug material.

"I sincerely apologize, sir. Izuku was having some issues with a fellow classmate, and didn't feel stable enough to remain at school. He is sincerely sorry for disappearing, and I hope you can forgive us for interrupting your class," Motashiro spoke gruffly and carefully, but surely. Izuku could tell how fake that was. Mota wasn't sorry in the slightest, he was probably pissed the teacher hadn't been checking on their students.

His thing teacher leaned back a bit, seeming startled and unsure of what to say. "Uh, uhm, h-how are you r-related to Midoriya, s-sir?"

Mota leaned back a bit, putting a pleasant but slightly threatening smile on his face. "Oh! Why yes, that is an important piece of info! I am Midoriya's tutor! You see, he's studying law, and as a prosecutor, he came to me for lessons!"

You could see the teachers thoughts flash over his expression.

Oh god he's a lawyer-

Which Izuku didn't even know, why didn't anyone tell him about this-

"So, Izuku came to me. He had an incident with another student and I drove him back to apologize. Would you like me to arrange a meeting?"

Motashiro gave one of those smiles. You know them. The types that just scream, "I'm being polite but I can and will fuck you up."

So it wasn't a surprise when the teacher rapidly shook his head, his salt and pepper hair seeming messy in the mans panic.

"No, no! O-of course not! It's fine, totally fine! I'm sure Midoriya can handle himself, I'll just have the classmate apologize after Midoriya tells me who it was-"

"You seem to have misunderstood me..."

The teacher froze, pale and subtly trying to get Motashiro to leave soon.

"Midoriya was attacked first, but reacted in self defense. He wants to apologize for harming the other student. He feels his actions were overdoing it a tad, going past self defense and more into lashing out, and his concern has led him to come back and apologize. So, if you deem this appropriate, will you have him apologize?"

Izuku was just kinda standing behind Motashiro, like a kid hiding behind their mom at a parent-teacher conference. Holding onto Mota's jacket sleeve and looking up through his hair. Mota truly was like some sort of muscular, scarred up mother hen. The teacher looked like he was gonna piss himself.

"I-i Uh, I'll have them both apologized! But don't worry, M-Midoriya isn't in trouble though, don't worry! I can understand the b-bullying some students may uhm," he seemed to calm himself, " come into contact with for being uhm disabled as-"

"Excuse me?"

The teacher looked about ready to pass out, and honestly? Izuku was eating that shit up.

"Uh-uhm, y-yes?" He gulped, watching the relaxed face Mota held slip into a focused glare.

"I said, excuse me. Midoriya is in no way disabled, so I'm not sure why you would think so."

The man trembled, opening his mouth once more to try and justify himself, "b-but sir! Midoriya is diagnosed as quirkless, and therefore-"

"Don't give me that bullshit."

Ohohoho!

"So you're telling me that because a student is quirkless, they're disabled? Riddle me this; what classifies someone as disabled, hm? The ADA classifies it as an individual who has a physical or mental impairment that substantially limits one or more major life activities. Being quirkless isn't a disability, sir. Just like having a quirk that allows you to produce tape from your body isn't a disability compared to someone with a quirk that allows them to see through walls.

"You see, being quirkless isn't a disability. If anything, it's a control group. Quirks are simply advantages. Like how someone who is tall has an advantage over someone who's of average height, in most situations. Originally, quirks didn't exist. They are new evolutionary traits. Therefore, being quirkless is in no way a disability. It's like if someone still has the second joint in their pinkie toe. They just have an older generation trait," Motashiro wasn't fucking around now, and was determined to make his point clear.

"Autism is a disability. Blindness is a disability. Dysgraphia is a disability! These are things that limit someone's capability to perform daily tasks! So don't you dare call anyone who just so happens to quirkless disabled. It's rude, and equivalent to devaluing their efforts to be on the same level as their piers. It also devalues the efforts of people who are disabled. No one wants to be congratulated on being normal. They want to be appreciated for overcoming obstacles as everyone else is. They want to be treated equally. Midoriya is an intelligent, strong kid who I'm proud to have as a student. And you should be as well,"

Oh my god I'm either gonna laugh or I'm gonna cry I think the teacher just shit himself-

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——— Izuku ———
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Well that was the longest conversation of my life.

After Mota had thoroughly terrified Mr.Kuroma, he gave me a pat on the back and left, but not before slipping candy that I have no clue how he got into my back pocket. Like, ya know that candy that old people have that no store sells? That type of candy.

Anywho-

Mr.Kuroma didn't make anyone apologize. He just quietly sent me to my seat and proceeded with the lesson. I could feel the stares of Kacchan and his friends. I looked up and saw one of them flinch.

It makes me sad knowing they're scared... I wanna be a hero! Heroes make people feel safe! I don't want people to be afraid of me if I wanna be a hero-

Wait. Do I wanna be a hero?

I want to be heroic, of course. But full hero status? I don't know... It's like that old question. Would you rather be loved by everyone, but a terrible leader, or would you rather be hated by everyone, but an amazing leader?

Would I rather be loved by the public as a whole, and maybe miss some lives or some villains because I'm following society's hero laws? Or would I rather be a distasteful figure in the eyes of publicity like the news and most heroes but be truly heroic in a way that criminals get what they deserve and I can save most everyone, even if it involves less than savory ways?

...

Ya know what?

I know what I want.

I want to be a hero.

No, not A Hero. A hero. Someone who does what it takes to save everyone, even if lawmakers and society don't always agree.

I want to be a true hero.

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When the dismissal bell rang, people rushed from the classroom. I was ready to be one of those people, but then realized something-

No one was there. Kacchan and his friends hadn't stayed behind. They left with everyone else. No one stayed behind to hurt me. They all left.

And I felt a little happy.

When I finally walked home, I was in for a pleasant surprise. Mom was in the living room, but not alone. Aunty Mitsuki was there!

"M-Mrs.Bakugou! Hello! I-I haven't seen you I-in forever!" I stuttered our pathetically, internally grimacing at my lack of overall confidence. Aunty shot up from her seat, seeming to just about teleport across the room so she could pinch my cheeks and squish my face.

"Awwww! You're just as adorable as last time! And none of that 'Mrs.Bakugou' bullshit, in makes me feel old!" I swatted her hands away, rubbing at my sore cheeks. She seemed to be analyzing me at this point, poking my hair and lifting my arms.

"You're so grown up! Unlike the brat I've got at home. He still acts like a whiny child... But look at you! You look so cute! And you've gained some muscle, haven't you? I love the new hair, and your piercings are adorable! Inko invited me over so we could all go shopping together, isn't that fun? Inko, you should be so proud to have such a smart, mature kid!"

I turn bright red, twiddling my thumbs and mumbling. I totally forgot how aunty gets when she's with my mom.... they get super excited, and are constantly cooing over me and Kacchan. I just get all red and embarrassed! Aunty likes to rant... now that I think about it, her and Tora would be amazing friends, and probably get along too well.

I should make sure they never meet.

"W-wait, whatdya mean we're going- Uh going shopping? What are we shopping for?"

Mitsuki and my mom look at each other, and suddenly I don't feel so safe...

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Okay, so it wasn't that bad but it was still pretty embarrassing and excruciating standing around for hours while they asked me questions and shopped for piercings. I was barely paying attention, too wrapped up being flustered over Mitsuki constantly talked about how I'm way cuter than her "brat" at home. Poor Kacchan...

Eventually, they had a bag of piercings for me. The shop keeper gave us an odd look, but honestly he's probably seen odder. He especially gave me a look, probably recognizing me from when Alliko brought me to actually get my skin pierced.

As we were just about to leave, we were stopped. Well, I was stopped.

"Omg!!! Queeeen!"

I'd recognize that vigor and orange wall of hair anywhere.

"A-Angy!"

The hyper hairdresser bounced over to me, failing to notice that I was with two of these adults. "Aaaaa! You look so different with all the piercings! Man, and I thought my sick hairdo was the tea! It still totally is, but you are such a queen like this! Did you get the tongue piercing like I suggested?!"

I gave a hazy nod, not quite prepared for Angy's energy. I hadn't even noticed that we passed the salon...

"Uhm, Izuku baby, is this a friend of yours?"

"Yeah squirt, introduce us!"

Oh yeah, adults exist-

"M-mom, Mitsuki, th-this is Angy! H-he did my hair!" Angy adjusted his glasses, before putting both hands out to shake both Mitsuki and my moms hands at the same time.

"Hi! My names Angy, but you knew that, since this little angel already introduced me! And who may you queens be? It's been awhile since I've spoken to royalty, my home mirror broke."

Mom flushed a little, smiling politely at Angy. Mitsuki smirked, clearly liking Angy's attitude. "My names Bakugou Mitsuki, and this is the squirts mom, Midoriya Inko. Nice to meet you, Angy,"

Angy, mom, and aunty talked for a bit, and seemed to get along pretty well. I kinda stood to the side as they do their adult thing, waiting to be addressed.

"Izuku, sweetie! You didn't tell me you had such a positive and polite friend!" Mom grabbed my hand, and Aunty ruffled my hair.

Angy grinned, adjusting his glasses and pushing a stray stand of extravagant orange hair out of his face. "And you didn't tell ME you were royalty! Who knew you had such beautiful and intelligent family! Though I should've assumed such, since you were so sassy and art when we met! Man, Alliko really does know how to pick em. And may I say-" Angy began to address my mom and aunty, "for parents, you two look amazing!"

Momma and Aunty laughed, saying that toys and complimenting Angy back. Eventually the conversation died down, and we were on our way.

"Bye sis! And goodbye Inko, Mitsuki! It was lovely meeting you! Maybe next time we can sit down and spill some real tea. Oh, and by the way, Izu, if you ever need anything just ask. And before you go Izuku-"

Wha-

"Give this to Alliko."

A letter.

A very familiar letter.

A black letter with gold lining.

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For those of you who don't remember, re-read the chapter "Stars"

You'll get it.