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wherein trust is a scary thing (pt 1/?)

(trigger warnings for panic attacks, general fear)

Really, Izuku had no feasible reason for walking the streets of Musutafu this late at night, though the chilly, crisp air felt pleasant on his skin. Training in the humidity of the unrelenting sun beneath his hero costume hadn’t been so pleasant, however, that and the air conditioning in his dorm had short circuited, leaving the poor boy in sweltering heat and unable to sleep

That, and everybody in his dorm had been fast asleep, including the teachers, who surely wouldn’t give him an—admittedly parental—pep talk if he got back before sunrise, right?

Yeah, sure. You shouldn't even be out here at this time. You’ll be lucky if you get a “Don’t do that again” from Aizawa-sensei when you get back to the dorms. Tough luck if you get a full on scolding

Izuku sighed, he knew full well if his homeroom teacher scolded him for leaving the dorms, that it was his jaded, peculiar way of showing he cared, which made him snort softly under his breath, shaking his head

When he fixed his gaze forwards again, he’d caught a glimpse of white fur as it blurred past him, if he were any the wiser, he would’ve thought it was Nedzu, but the cackle that followed the white blur told him that, no, it wasn’t his principal, but rather, a villain

He was about to activate his quirk, when a wave of nausea rolled over him. It made him stumble backwards, vision blurring and head spinning, and he panicked, trying so hard not to fall on his behind, to keep from stumbling

It didn’t work, and as it was, his surroundings seemed to be growing larger, out of proportion. His throat seized up, he couldn’t breathe and his racing heartbeat was all he could hear, he hardly noticed he was grasping at the sleeve of his school uniform in a white knuckled grip

He bit his lip until he thought it would bleed until his surroundings were finally clear again, closing his eyes until his head stopped spinning, desperately wishing he was back at the dorms and this was just some trauma induced nightmare. But his gut told him otherwise when he opened his eyes, everything was so gigantic

Shit

The universe really loved making him feel small—figuratively and literally—didn’t it? He felt tears prick at his eyes but didn’t allow them to fall, he had far concerning things than the dread pooling in his belly

He had to hide, while he wasn’t in any immediate danger, there was still the League of Villains that could, and would, if given the chance, pick him off. Hell, Shigaraki would probably maim him himself

Getting his bearings, he stood. His legs weren’t used to this new size and wobbled beneath him, thankfully, he caught himself before he hit the ground again, taking a deep breath and focusing, he started walking, scrutinizing his surroundings for any hiding hole, before noticing a hardly lit alleyway, sure, it was gross, and it stunk like rotten food, but it was safer than the sidewalk, and he could deal with the smell of expired food long enough to keep himself hidden from bypassers and...potential threats.

He’d entirely forgotten there were airborne villains, and heroes alike as he huddled in the nearly pitch black shadow of a dumpster, sighing in relief that it was dark enough that, anyone without a proper night vision quirk would have trouble seeing his small form in the shadows

It was supposed to be a normal patrol over Musutafu

Emphasis on normal

Seeing the green-haired kid from U.A , Midoriya, Hawks’ brain supplied shrink after a white blur had sped past him, wasn’t normal. And it was clear to the winged hero that after the USJ incident, that the poor kid was not safe in the slightest

And that he probably wasn’t supposed to be out here, this late at night, either, Jeez, was this kid trying to give his teachers heart attacks on purpose?

Folding his wings, he dived towards the alleyway where the student had taken shelter, landing softly as to not scare the poor boy

Izuku’s breath hitched as he felt the gust of wind wash over him, shivering visibly as he tried to huddle further into the shadows

Someone had found him

His fears had only worsened when he saw two pinpricks of yellow light, gleaming in the darkness

He let out a whimper as the eyes focused on his hiding place, only realizing his mistake when the two pinpricks of light focused on him

Izuku felt his heart plummet into his stomach, swallowing nervously, he found it in him to stand. He felt like a deer in the headlights, his instincts were screaming at him to run run RUN

He couldn’t

His legs—they wouldn’t—wouldn’t work, they were shaking beneath his torso

Hawks could feel the kids tremors, somehow, with how tiny the teenager was

Guilt settled like a stone in his belly, he knew he was responsible for the teenager’s fearful shaking

What kinda hero are you if you scare some high school student? Get it together, birdbrain

Humming, and disregarding his thoughts, he knelt down, offering his hand, palm-up in a questioning fashion “Tough break, kid?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity

And honest to god it looked like the poor kid was about to cry

Izuku was hardly processing his current situation, and his assumptions about the winged hero being expressly a daytime hero were thrown out the window

He shook his head, eyeing the hand offered to him nervously, like a rabbit in a fox den. He grimaced, he knew Hawks wouldn’t hurt him, but everything at this size was absolutely terrifying, including pro heroes, apparently

He made up his mind, gingerly climbing onto the gloved hand. Trying his best to ignore the fact that the hand beneath him was larger than his entire body

The shaking that rolled off the tiny in his palm clearly wasn’t just fear, the cold, of all things was affecting the smaller male

Hawks frowned, he needed to get the teen somewhere warm, and fast. His jacket was warm enough, but there was more of a chance of him slipping out of the pockets while midair, and his collar…

Wasn’t an option either

However, a safer, internal option made itself known with a soft, hungry gurgle

Hawks winced

Izuku paled at the sudden realization of how much more terrifying his situation was going to get

He tried to steady his breathing to calm the panic that was settling itself in his chest, fear holding him in place with an iron fist

Hawks was going to eat him, alive

Izuku let out a yelp as the palm he was perched in raised closer to the winged hero’s now open maw, and the hand pitched forwards, sliding him onto the man’s tongue. If it weren’t for the saliva sticking to him in strands, or the fact that he could see dark throat in front of him he would’ve assumed that he’d fallen asleep in the alleyway where he was hidden, and that this was some terrible nightmare

He was frozen in place as the teeth around him clicked in place, and he was sealed in darkness

He whined when his surroundings were suddenly jerked backwards, a powerful swallow dragging him downwards, further into Hawks’ gullet, the muscles around him hardly allowed him any move to fight

Hawks tried ignoring the fact that he was swallowing All Might’s successor, he really did. The thought made his stomach churn

The poor kid was going to be fine, but that still didn’t stop the guiltiness from gnawing at his heart as he felt Midoriya slip past his collarbone and into the pit of his crop

Izuku wanted to cry as the muscles pushed his relatively limp body into a larger space than the throat, the walls were still compacted around him, but he could—he could move his limbs around freely

It still didn’t change the reality that he’d been eaten alive, and that he felt like crying

Maybe if he—maybe if he tried activating One For All, he would actually have a chance of getting out of his confines—have a chance of getting out of here

Balling his hands, he thrust his fists forwards

Green sparks flew, illuminating the reddish-pink walls of his surroundings

And then nothing

He was screwed, astronomically screwed

#its finally DONE #my hands hurt this was a MONSTER of a fic to write #bnha vore #soft vore #safe vore #pred!hawks #prey!izuku #male pred #male prey

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ciestessde · 4 years

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NOT My Hero Academia: Part 1 – Ch.5

It was the next day, and the students were back in their homeroom. "Good work with yesterday’s battle training," Aizawa addressed the class.

"I’ve looked over your grades and evaluations, and I only have a few notes. Bakugo…" Izuku saw him shift slightly in his chair. "Work on your awareness of enemies during battle -- even minor threats can take you out if they surprise you." Bakugo grimaced. "... Got it," he muttered.

"Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida." Each of them sat straighter when their names were called. "… Well done." Their expressions shifted from surprised to pleased, and Iida stammered out a "Ah -- Thank you, sir!"

"Now, on to homeroom business… Sorry for the sudden announcement, but today… you’ll pick a class president."

The feel of the room shifted. Everyone started shouting, clamouring to be picked for the position. ‘Oh yeah,’ Izuku realized after a moment, ‘It’s not just a bunch of mundane tasks at U.A. To be the leader of a group… It’s the kind of position suited for a top hero in the making.’

After only a few moments of this, Iida, ever the voice of reason, cut through the noise with a suggestion. "I put forward the motion… that our true leader must be chosen by election!" "But Iida," countered Tsuyu, "we haven’t known each other long enough to build any trust." "And everyone’ll just vote for themselves!" added Kirishima.

"That’s precisely why anyone who manages to earn multiple votes will be the best-suited individual for the job!!" Iida turned to Aizawa, who had already zipped himself up inside his sleeping bag, "Will you allow this Sensei?!" "However you do it, just make it quick."

As expected, most people came out with only a single vote. Although there were a few exceptions, as some people actually had none.

Momo Yaoyorozu won with only three votes. And the vice president, with only two, was-

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Sitting with Iida and Uraraka at lunch, Izuku said, "I admit, I’m a little worried about being vice president…" "Worry not," said Iida, "Midoriya, although I personally felt someone with a quirk to be a more fitting vote, your ingenuity and decisiveness in a pinch make you a perfectly acceptable leader." Uraraka said, "Didn’t you want to be president, Iida? You’ve got glasses and everything!" Iida, looking a bit nervous, set his drink down. He avoided eye-contact with both of the other students. "Ambition and suitability are different matters… I humbly made the choice I thought was correct."

Noticing his speech pattern, Uraraka excitedly asked, "The way you talk… Iida, are you… A rich kid?!" Iida responded hesitantly. "... I don’t like people to know, so I try to hide it, but… Yes. Mine is a renowned hero family. And I am the second son."

Izuku went into fanboy-mode after realization hit him. "Of course!! Ingenium!! He employs 65 sidekicks at his office in Tokyo!! So you’re…!" Finally looking up -- and even looking a bit cheered -- Iida responded, "How very informed… Yes, he is my brother." Now filled with pride for his family, Iida went on, "He leads the people with his unwavering adherence to rules and regulations. A truly beloved hero!! It’s my admiration for my brother that’s inspired my own desire to become a hero."

He deflated slightly, smiling with admiration. "Though I realize I’m not yet ready to lead anyone. As the superior candidate, it was right that the role should go to Yaoyorozu."

Uraraka and Izuku paused in their eating. "Never seen you smile before, Iida," Uraraka observed. "Eh?! Is that so?! I smile on occasion!!"

‘Iida has Ingenium to look up to, huh…?’ No longer eating, Izuku watched his classmates banter in front of him. ’I guess I have Master and Kurogiri-sensei, but… It- doesn’t feel the same. I don’t want to be a vigilante like they are.’ He looked down at the bowl in his hands. ‘But… do I… still want to be like All Might…?’

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He was taking a break, drinking some water in the middle of training, when Kurogiri asked him, "Tell me, Midoriya…" He stopped drinking. "What kind of hero do you want to be?"

"I-…" Izuku looked away, thinking. Every time he thought about becoming a hero, Izuku couldn’t help but remember that video. The one of All Might rescuing so many people with a smile on his face! But, at the thought of All Might… Izuku’s mind turned to that moment on the rooftop. Yet still… Izuku’s fist clenched, and he replied, "I want… to be the Greatest Hero, who smiles as he saves people!"

"So… You want to be like All Might, correct?" Izuku’s gaze shot up to Kurogiri. "It’s not an unusual assumption. But… Do you really believe society will allow someone who’s quirkless… to become the Number One Hero?" Kurogiri’s wispy, mist-like face was unreadable, but his tone was full of pity. "After all… It is a popularity pole more than anything, isn’t it?"

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…

While riding the bus with his class on their way to "Rescue Training" the next day, Izuku was still contemplating that question. But his thoughts were interrupted by Tsuyu, "I generally say what’s on my mind, Midoriya."

"Oh?!" Izuku’s head snapped to face the frog-like girl. "What is it, Asui?" "Call me Tsuyu," she corrected him automatically, "Without a quirk, hero training seems kinda pointless. Why not just become a police officer?" "Ah! Well!" he floundered, "See, I considered it and all, but-!"

"Hold up, Tsuyu," Kirishima said from the seat on the other side of her, "Police officers and heroes are totally different! Heroes can patrol and help people completely independently, and can even have part-time jobs, if they want! Not to mention those support items Midoriya has. You can’t have those as a police officer, and they’re awesome! You can do a lot of cool stuff with them!"

Kirishima struck a pose, activating his quirk. "Not like my hardening. I’m good in a fight, but it’s real boring." "I think that’s pretty neat, though. Your quirk’s more than enough if you wanna go pro," said Izuku. "Pro!" Aoyama exclaimed from across the aisle, "But don’t forget that heroes also have to worry about popular appeal!!"

Izuku flinched, just slightly.

Aoyama didn’t notice. "My navel laser is both strong and cool. Perfect for a pro." "As long as you don’t blow up your own stomach!" said Mina. Aoyama didn’t seem to like that comment.

The conversation was cut short when All Might wooshed by the bus, and everyone realised how close they already were to their destination.

Thirteen, their instructor for the day, greeted them by talking about how a lot of quirks could easily be used to kill. How "one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk" could defeat society’s restrictions and monitoring of quirks… "During Aizawa’s physical fitness test, you came to learn of your own hidden potential. Through All Might’s battle training, you experienced the danger that your respective quirks can pose to others. This class…"

Thirteen’s previously grim demeanor did a 180.

"... will show you a new perspective! You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you’re meant to help people." Izuku thought to himself, ‘I can’t help thinking that… somehow… that doesn’t apply to me.’

Thirteen bowed to the students, the unwilling audience to his speech. "That is all! I thank you for listening." "Great." Aizawa stepped forward, away from Thirteen, All Might -- and Mirio. "First off… Midoriya."

Izuku felt his stomach drop. ‘Please, let me be wrong…’

The teacher’s words were cold. "Without a quirk, these exercises will be pointless for you. Honestly, you should just leave the rescuing to professionals in these situations." It wasn’t an attack. His tone made it clear: He was -- or he believed he was -- stating facts. Which just made it worse. "But still… we’ll teach you the basics, for now. Everyone else will be divided into groups and rotate through the different sites. Listen for your name."

While Aizawa listed off names, Mirio approached Izuku. "Hey… That’s a bummer. But don’t let it get to you!"

Mirio practically shined with optimism, "There’s plenty of awesome things you’ll get to do here at U.A.! And that strategy you used yesterday -- not to mention getting into U.A. without a quirk in the first place…!" Mirio’s eyes sparkled, and he practically shouted, "That is SO Plus Ultra!! I’m actually kinda jealous!" At the older student’s support… Izuku couldn’t help smiling.

All Might called Mirio back over; it was time to start the lessons. Before leaving, Mirio said, "Hey, if you ever want some pointers -- or just to train -- give me a call, ok?!"

After that, the rest of the day wasn’t too bad.

But still… Aizawa’s tone… Izuku wasn’t sure what to call the teacher’s tone, actually.

Except maybe… pity?

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