Sorry for the wait everyone, I've been getting ideas, unfortunately, they're for later in the story, so I've had writer's block for a bit. I am thinking of doing a story that's a series of one-shots since I'm also getting story ideas that I could most likely never work as actual stories with me writhing them. That being said, if I do make the one-shot series, that one would probably be updated more often since I get a lot of random ideas. I also had a general plan for what I was going to do but scraped it because I felt that it wouldn't work as well as the new one.

That being said, let's get into this chapter.

(Izuku POV)

I woke up on my bed of garbage, as I always do. It's nice. When it's not rotting. After I slapped and punch myself in the face to wake myself up (cheaper than coffee) I went back to whittling a new hockey stick. The last one broke when I slammed it on the head of a thug trying to mug me. Jokes on him, I had Lobster that night.

I can't wait till Milissa made me a Supper Suit like

e she promised. Just thinking about it made me pine for the day to finally arrive. Retractable blades in my shoes to make skates, titanium hockey stick with a few special surprises I could activate with the press of a button, a way to play music (because music makes the world go round), and a cooling system that always kept me in a crisp 60° (F) temperature. What? I'm a goon, deal with it. I'm more adapted to cold weather anyway.

But anyway, I had school again today. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, other than a rumor going around that I was arrested; and everyone looking even more terrified of me than before. Everyone excluding TF2's rejected Demo-man that is. Because the first thing I hear when I step into the classroom is the blond asshole himself saying, "The Fucker finally got arrested Huh?! About God Damn time. Think they're gonna give him the chair so we can finally be rid of him?"

So, of course, I had to speak up. "I don't know. Why don't you ask me yourself when it's your turn. After all, with your attitude and quirk, it's only a matter of time before you'd join the cast of Orange is the new Black."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BASTARD?!?

"Are your explosions making you deaf, stupid, or both? I said YOU'RE GONNA GO TO JAIL ONE DAY! And I'll be there, smiling while your future shatters before your very eyes. And I'll be enjoying every second of it." I responded in kind.

"THAT'S IT!"

"That's enough Bakugo, class is about to start," the teacher came in finally. And from there the day went as normal. At the end of the day, Ryu and I left early, we talked while we walked; until we went our own ways to train for the UA Entrance exam. After my run-in with Eraser, I don't know where I stand on that quite yet, but better safe than sorry. I got my Hockey Stick and started to make my way to where I usually train. The underside of a bridge where people don't care all too much about. I was planning on starting with some slap shots, I figured since I already put some craters in the walls, what's a few more gonna hurt.

It was going great, until a creature looking and smelling like concentrated regret showed up, practically crawling its way out of the sewers.

"Gotta get awa... Oh perfect, a skin suit ripe for the taking," the embodiment of regret spoke. I guess I've seen nigh everything now.

"Alright bub," I started, " before you do anything you might regret let me just warn you who I am."

No sooner than after I finished, the creature, I think it's a villain, attacked me. "I don't care who you are, you're going ta be my escape out of here!"

While dodging the villain made of regret I sighed and said, "Fine, don't say I didn't warn ya." and proceeded to press my attack.

I took a swipe with my stick, only for it to go through unaffected. "I'm made of sludge, You can't touch me, much less hurt me."

"What about this part?" I respond in kind while batting one of the, apparently sludge, villain's eyes onto the wall. Afterward, the eye fell to the floor before I stomped on it with my very being.

Luckily the villain passed out from pain and shock after a few seconds of screaming. "Typical. Just like just about everyone else with a quirk. Thinking themselves unstoppable even though they have a very obvious weakness. And now I'm talking to myself again. Damn it. What next All Might shows up?" A minute passes, and nothing. "Huh, guess not, well let's get this taken care of and over with." And I spent the next couple minutes cleaning up the sludge and took it to the police. When I was done, I decided to go to the mall to get Ryu and Melissa something. I may be "Delinquent King" with the eyes of a troll and a left hook like a shotgun, my right being comparable to a cannon, but I like to think that I'm still human. Somewhere. I hope I am; that I haven't completely given into the Darkness. I don't wanta be a Dark Knight or something.

Meanwhile at the Overpass

"I Am Here!"

Back to the main character, No one POV

We find Izuku walking to the mall, wondering what he should get his two friends.  He ends up deciding to get Ryu an Action Figure of the hero of her namesake; and Melissa a monkey wrench, some hammers, and a green wolf plush.  

Suddenly, A villain attacked out of nowhere (like a baseball pitcher throwing a football with the batter using a tennis racket screaming "Four" then becoming the Heavy Weight Boxing champion.)  Because trouble seems to follow our hero as though he was Master Cheif.

Izuku couldn't quite hear what the villain was saying, as he was distracted by the fact that the media seemed to respond faster than the heroes.  

'I want to help, but I don't want to be recognized, luckily I bought an eyepatch on impulse.' Because sometimes the world works on Superman logic.  So the hero with pseudo royalty thrust upon him put on the eyepatch and jumped down to help.  "Erg!"  And accidentally lands on the villain.

"Well.  That was anti-climatic."

"Wait!  Who are you?  Are you a new hero?!" asked one of the reporters.  Who they were and what they looked like doesn't matter in this timeline, as there will only be a couple other times when the media is important.  After all, a revolutionary doesn't care is the old ways shit talk him.

"You want to know who I am?" Izuku asked, in a tone that was somehow a mix of amusement surprise, and mischief, " Do you want my name, what people call me, what my enemies call me, or what I'd like to be called?"

The reporters paused at this.  And Izuku began walking away.  He took a few steps away before the media made their decision.  "All of them."

And Izuku, who barely turned his head to look at the cameras, responded.   "... I will not tell you my name, you'll have to wait for me to actually become a hero before that; same with my "hero" name.  But I can tell you the name that people have taken to call me.  A name I earned.  A name that instills fear in some criminals, and challenges from others.  A name, that came about through battle.  Through hardship.  A name that I hate, despise for how it makes me look, for what light it paints me.  And I don't care how dark the light may be, I will not let it stand in my way."

"And what name would that be?"

"...King.  That is the name given to me by the delinquents, criminals, and lesser villains I've put in the hospital.  I am known as the Delinquent King; or King of Delinquents.  So let this be this King's Decree before my coronation.  I will be a hero.  No one will, or can, stop me.  This Quirkless King will be a hero, one way or another."  Imedeitly after he said that Izuku starting walking away, leaving many people in shock in what he said.  Whether it was because he called himself the king of delinquents, said he'd be a hero, was quirkless, or any combination of the three was different for each person.  But what was both a surprise and no surprise at all; was that people made a shit ton of memes about it.

So this was my version of the Sludge villain.  And I realized something at one point while writing this: Izuku is similar to some interpretations of Batman.  

Anyway, While I may only write when I have inspiration, I have named a couple of chapters.  I have added a few from the original plan (Because I do have a rough plan of how I want this to go.  So the next chapter will be the last one that has King in the title, unless something changes, for a while.

If anyone can guess what I've called the chapter for the Cavalry Battle, I'll let you chose a one-shot I'll write.  I'll give you fella's a hint: it's a story device that cavalry used to insinuate, or often is.