It was official now: You would no longer wear those All-Might socks that you owned and adored so much. There was just some strange appeal to them, especially when the face got deformed and stretched to the sides when worn.

Now you hated them, capiche?

Why? Because he dammed you into a tiny container, squished up beside a damn villain whose quirk could work kind of like yours in some ways. Both of you were struggling to make some livable space off the container yet it was proving to be difficult. Especially when he wouldn't shut up, and worst of all, neither Midoriya nor All-Might could hear the two of you inside the bottle.

"You damned ass bitch! When I get out of here I swear!" he growled.

"SHUT IT YOU CREAMY MASS OF MUCK I DON'T WANNA BE HERE EITHER!"

"HOW'D YOU CALL ME?!"

"CREAMY ASS BITCH-" how hero-like.

"THAT'S IT-"

Both masses of semi-liquid argued over and over. You even forgot that that guy was a literal villain- a criminal, someone dangerous yet he was still squabbling with a sixteen-year-old about something none of them were responsible for.

But anyways, you really wished at least your new broccoli acquaintance could hear your loud-ass-cringy-high-pitched-teen voice of yours so you could be free again.

Mainly because you were starting to panic with images of yourself at the police station, sitting across from a suspicious-looking cop like you were on a really bad blind date. Not only would you be stuck with them, but then you'd have to explain why you weren't plotting the next big heist- I mean, if All-Might trapped this girl, surely it was because she was secretly working with the sludge villain, harassing poor Midoriya. And if the cops started interrogating you, you'd just end up sweating bullets while trying to convince them you were innocent-"No, Officer! I swear, I wasn't colluding with the villain; I'm actually friends with the unconscious boy!"

"Oh wait no, he's waking up"

Honestly, from inside there, you couldn't hear them very well, damn the bottle.

What mattered was simple enough for your head. DAMN BOY WAS GETTING A TALK AND AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ALL MIGHT HIMSELF. You were fuming. Damn your previous spite, you'd wear those socks anytime! all days of going to UA (if you got in somehow)! It is easy to change your mind like that.

All Might then picked up the bottle with you two. I made you squeal happily because damn No.1 hero stuff. "What is he doing." The bitchy voice of the sludge interfered with your happy moment. "Shut up."

And oh god, you're like a thousand million feet above the floor. You bet the villain's ears are non-existent from how high-pitched you squeaked when damn whole buildings looked like big legos all of a sudden and- OH MY GOD IS THAT MIDORIYA GRABBING HIS LEG IS HE CRAZY?!?!?

Seriously though, how could your life turn 180 degrees like that just by interacting with the greenette??? Oh boy did he have such a protagonist kind of vibes.

You'll be getting a damn blood vessel exploding soon.

...

All Might dropped the bottle.

You might have your stomach on somewhere else

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And that's when things went down.

Remember that boy? The blonde one. Bakon, or whatever. The sludge moved on from you pretty quickly after realizing he couldn't get you because of your quirk.

And what were you doing? Watching. Because damn Kamui woods had caged you when you had tried to do something.
Well, you didn't blame him either, you'd fallen out from the same bottle the villain was in and from his and the heroes' perspective you could easily be an accomplice.
Oh well, sometimes less was more.

But also, fuck the system. Your classmate was there literally dying due to suffocation and all you could do- once again, was to refrain to watch.

"Useless... " you mumbled, growing annoyed. The hero turned to you. "You keep there kiddo, this is dangerous." You huffed, biting the wooden made cage which made the man cringe.

To be fair, it tasted alright.

"Y'all not doing anything at all!"

"We can't, our quirks are in disadvantage at the villain's."

"Well then get me out! I can do something! My quirk can be similar-"

"God, no! Dammit stop asking for that I'm not letting you out, it's dangerous." You could feel how he was begining to get annoyed by you, plus the stress of the situation, you might get yelled at again.

You growled, like a bratty kid when they didn't get what they wanted immediately. You were just that impatient. "Ugh!"

'I can get out of here easily, I could just make myself liquid and squeeze through this stupid cage but damn, the trouble I'll get into if I do.' Once again you frowned, from the outside, you looked like some sort of annoyed animal behind bars.

"Get. Me. Out!"

"Oh god someone save the poor boy!"

"My fist went right through-!"

"You all useless heroes! Watch as I drain the life out of this kid!"

Your screams of annoyance went right to the trash as there were many others having their moment of freaking out over the villain attack.

That's when you locked eyes with Baku-something, he looked so damn angry- like he'd explode- just like his own quirk, it was obvious he was struggling to keep strong yet you felt crazy for even thinking that he looked at you with fear.

It was as if he was asking for help. Your help.

'I'm actually going crazy... '

The wood below your fingers caused splinters to bury into the first layer of your skin. Frustration took over. But it was no use. You couldn't do anything. The heroes didn't want you to get involved. And you're sure that you alone aren't able to fight a villain, even with all the training you've done, you're still a 16-year-old.

How would a hero act?

You got your answer right away. A blur of green passed right through your vision. The boy was slow and sloppy as he ran straight to the villain and threw a backpack right into his eye.

"MIDORIYA-?!" You gawked.

He didn't even flinch, too occupied with desperate attempts to get the blonde to safety.

"Get back kid!-"

"Dammit! WHO let him in?!"

Right now. That boy you barely knew was a hero in your eyes. A dumb one, yes, but still a hero.

Izuku breathed with struggle, his heart going crazy pumping blood and adrenaline all over him. His hands buried and went right through aimlessly, desperately, again and again.

"Hold on! please- Katchan!" His throat felt dry-

He could swear the blonde looked at him as if asking for help. The reason why was unknown but he didn't have the time or mind to simply ignore it, or worse, be a stand-by and watch as his childhood friend was attacked and the heroes did nothing about it.

Yet he couldn't do anything. No matter how much force he put to it. It changed nothing.

"Dammit, why are kids these days so stubborn?!" Kamui was going nuts.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again!

His fingers only went right through every time. The slime with a sick green color kept deforming, forming, and going around his skin. It was frustrating. And the sludge's feral laughs were only a reminder of how useless he was. How could he have dared to dream a quirkless boy had a chance?

It was all just a big, sick, and cruel reminder that no matter what he did, no matter how much he tried, how much he wanted- longed- craved- yearned- dreamed- he was still alone, and useless.

"Hold on!"

He felt a grip. A tight grip on the back of his collar that yanked him around a couple of feet behind the new yet familiar figure.

"Wha- (NAME)?!"

He had been worried, honestly. When the only person who had been nice to him despite being quirkless, besides his mom, had gone missing. All-Might had reassured him, making the supposition that maybe you had run off when the villain showed up.

But that didn't seem right to him. Somehow.

He was sure you wouldn't do that despite the few minutes you had spent together. Even if he had really no reason to believe so.

"Stay behind, Izuku!"

'Thump'

All he could see was your arm across his vision, the light in front of you making your body appear more like a silhouette, and the perspective he had there, down on the floor, looking up at you.

'Thump'

'Izuku'? Did you just call him by his name? The moment had made you completely forget all about formalities. Yet for some reason, right now, in the worst of the cases; The fact that you had not only said his name, but rather screamed it made his chest feel tight in a good way.

He watched as you used your quirk. He'd heard of it faintly one time months ago. Your arms contorted and became full masses of greyish, semi-liquid substance that could easily slide into the villain, trying to retrieve the blonde who was spacing out from lack of oxygen.

He, of course, grunted in annoyance and screamed things that went right in and out of Izuku's ears because all he could be focused on right now was how your stance reminded him of none other than All-Might himself. Once he had made him feel this kind of admiration, as you stood up for someone you had just met. Heroic indeed.

All the while you were freaking out because what the hell were you thinking?! Your body had moved by itself, but at the same time, you had wanted to set yourself in front of someone who clearly needed help. As sappy as it sounded, you really wanted to help.

'Maybe I can actually get him for being so annoying!' What a dumb thought to have right now.

You stretched, managing to get a grip on the blonde boy whose eyes were half-lidded. And pulled him out rather harshly, just as a gust of wind flew around you so rapidly you had to close your eyes out of pure reflex.

"TEXAS SMASH!"

Then rain poured down, soaking everyone's clothes as you stood solidly, unmoving. In front of Midoriya, Bakugan, and you, the towering figure with the tightest bodysuit this world has ever seen.

"My-... " Those bootie cheeks though.

"ALL MIGHT!"

"THE NUMBER ONE HERO!"

"HE CHANGED THE WEATHER WITH JUST ONE PUNCH!"

You felt your legs almost giving up, but for the sake of not looking like an idiot, you stood there like the pro you are, face neutral as the intimidating tall blonde slowly turned around.

"Hey there, children-"

You blacked out.

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