Izuku Midoriya/ˈMānēə
"Papa," came a pestering voice, as its small, feckless form whispered into my ear.
"Papaaaa?" It continued.
When I showed no sign of acknowledgment, the small and soft voice huffed before climbing atop my downed form. "Come on, Papa, you'll be late," they spoke, rocking my form back and forth with a singular arm as they vainly attempted to use their strength to push me off my bed.
I groaned, my eyes flickering under their caps as my sluggish mind tried to interpret the voice's words, but failed due to sheer sloth; I'd been up for a few days in a row before this, so that wasn't really a surprise.
When all else failed, the soft-spoken voice huffed again, before quietly muttering under their breath, "Fine then; I'm getting Core, baka-papa."
And just like that, my mind screeched to a halt as everything came rushing back at the mention, leaving me to gasp for air as my form rocketed up, an arm instinctively reaching around to catch the girl, who was subsequently flung off me with a yelp, before she could go further than the bed's circumference.
Yawning, while stretching my free arm with my back, and such, I spoke, my mind still half asleep as it slowly booted up.
"Sorry, my Little Blue Berry..." I dozed for a moment before my engines kicked into high gear, leaving my brain to play catch-up as I continued, "I just had a very interesting few nights with my more... eccentric loves, and they wouldn't let me catch even a wink," I chuckle while rubbing my eyes, "hell, I'd say they wanted me dead with how furocious they were."
Upon ceasing my motion, I was met with a big, near black eye surrounded by heavy scarring and stitches covering nearly the entirety of the small, blue-haired girl's face on the left side, their form going as far as to travel up the horn-like anomaly that decicrated the same side, its form sticking up and past her hair by a few inches.
Smiling warmly, I pinched the cheek of my blueberry look-alike daughter as she pouted, one side of her lips descending down as the other was left stagnant with a large stitch-like scar running through it, leaving it catatonic.
Had a normal person seen this, they'd likely be horrified, if not disgusted by the degree of damage she bore; the missing arm did not help that notion either.
"Papa's a big meanie, and I'm still telling Core," she spoke while I got up, keeping her tucked in the crease of my arm as I nervously chuckled.
"Come on, my little berry; there's no need to get Mama Core involved: she can be so mean."
She humphed me before looking away with sass, her only eye closing as she held her head high with the 'not my problem' aura; it was kinda cute, even more so had she not threatened me with one of the very same loves I was unfortunate enough to frocklick with these past few nights.
I shuddered as I remembered her cold yet warm hands wrapped around my throat and the diabolical smile painted with a blush as she sat atop my-
"Papa?"
The voice of my unusually acquired daughter brought me out of my recall as I blushed while humming in response, unable to speak due to sheer embarrassment.
She squinted at me skeptically before huffing, her voice carrying out her payment for her continued silence.
"I want two scoops of chocolate ice cream and a pack of vanilla cookies, 'With', milk," her eye lit up as she recalled something else, her already steep list growing even more taxing and cute as she spoke, "OH! You also have to stir the ice cream til it's soft like you did last time, and yes, I want syrup: that's what I want for my troubles."
I sighed, "Little berry; you know as well as I do that regardless of the matter, you're not supposed to have chocolate, and I'm sure Mama Core would agree with that, even if she'd be beating me senseless in the process."
She humphed cutely one more time before using a surprising amount of strength to leap from my grasp onto my back, her legs dangling down my built shoulders as she took a fist full of my hair and started swaying side to side in a rhythmic motion, pulling my hair each time, "Fine then, I'm telling Core Mita!"
And just like that, a ripple of pink energy lit up the room we were in as my cute odd-ball of a daughter sank into my back, returning to the plane somewhere inside my soul that held the countless number of dimensions stacking infinitely that she sprang to life from, or in shorter, more manageable terms, my quirk: and to be clear, its not infinite, just large, and even then it only held a little over a dozen entity's; one being the bundle of energy you just had the absolute pleasure of meeting.
Getting ready for the day after accepting the inevitable fate I'd have to endure sometime later, I got ready for my first day at school, that's right, school, and not just any school, UA, the University everybody aims for; hero hopeful or otherwise.
However, before I step out, let's re-roll the tape just a bit, as some likely wish to understand how I got here, or what my quirk is, or who I'm going to end up with during this tale, which, mind you, should be obvious; just consider the title for a moment.
But discarding that, let me introduce you to me, Izuku Midoriya, and my Misides.
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Izuku Midoriya/???
My life started as it would in any other timeline, with my tiny and insignificant life popping into existence via my awful mother, Inko Midoriya, a woman with a drug problem and a serial murderer who got impregnated after she was drugged in a bar and used as a fleshlight.
The one who did the deed didn't last long after that, so no father, and of course, since I was a rape baby, no mother either; I was kicked to the curb the second I was born, almost literally had the doctors not stopped her from doing so.
So, ya, no mother either, not that it would have lasted long anyway, because a month later she was caught and sent to the notorious prison, Tartarus: she wasn't the strongest, but being able to crush someone's heart while it's still beating inside their chest landed you a reputation, and that got her places.
But moving on from that, I grew up in an orphanage with a stigma on my shoulder, one that beat like a heart and stung like a rose thorn, as its invisible form always had a set of eyes laid on me: why this was became obvious when I turned four, the time when my quirk kicked into play.
People had feared that I'd have the same quirk as my mother, aka, The Viper, and feared what I'd do with it if I did get hers, and mind you, if I had, it would have nothing to do with crushing hearts or mangling your insides from the, well, inside.
No, what I got was something people immediately began to write off as weak, downright useless, if not Quirkless.
'Weak wish', the Quirk that lets me wish for the small things, literally.
But that was it, nothing past that, just a water drop that barely caused a ripple; I could wish for a single yen, and I'd get it, but if I wished for any more than that, nothing would happen, a 'Weak wish'.
Now, I could see, even from an early age, that my Quirk wasn't as useless as everyone thought it to be; no, if anything, it was a hack, a generic isakai skill given to me by the god that accidentally killed me while throwing around his random lightning bolts.
It's a broken ability because in a fight, it was impossible to even get close to me if I wished it, and that's simply because of one single factor.
The weak part of my wish, the part that everyone assumed was the crippling blow to my element, wasn't as weak as they dictated. I read the fine print, I experimented, I tested, and I learned that the weak part only represented size, not impact.
For example, say I was in a fight with someone. They had a quirk that let them shoot thorns from their palms, well, no more shooting thorns because a single wish commanded for one of them to get caught inside, and oh, what this, they got frustrated and started running at me with a fist cocked, well, to bad, because I wished for them to trip every time they got too close; and really, the list continues.
I could just wish for one of his major veins to just suddenly burst inside him, and boom, he'd be dead; hopefully, that helps you understand how broken this ability was.
But let's move on to why this mattered, because as you may have noticed, I mostly gave you that story in the past tense, meaning by some way or another I didn't actualy have that ability any longer.
Now, that's where things get a bit confusing, because you remember when I said my Quirk's power is limited by size, and not impact? Well, how big do you think a digital concept, like a game, is compared to the real world?
Get it now? If not, let me break it down for you.
By the time I turned six, I had wished for and gotten enough money to buy my own laptop, along with a slew of other things, thanks to a random hard drive I found wth a little over a trillion yen stored on it; as I said, cheats.
Moving on, I was quick to live my wildest dreams as I got everything I could ever want, all in the same night; a house, even if I was arguably a bit young; no, actualy really to young: I could only thank my quirk for the smarts I wished for in droves when I was doing school work; thats right, I got smarter because I wished for it.
But anyway, I was a six-year-old with the life of an old man; I had everything and had to do nothing for it; however, it was that luxury that led me to my final wish, one that would cause me to lose the ability to wish, and even now, I was ok with that, because it got me the other half of the life a long one usualy came with, a family.
Or at least later on; they only started appearing when I was around fifteen, but we're getting off track. To run you through it, I'll circle back to my first laptop, and subsequent obsession with a very old and forgotten game called MiSide, a horror/anime game that focused more on the psychological impact on the player, or emotion if you don't want to get fancy with it.
In that game, no, in that master piece, I grew attached; attached to the Mitas, attached to the lore, just attached to it in general, even Crazy Mita, especially Crazy Mita.
She was portrayed as the main antagonist in the story, one who wanted nothing more than to lock you down so you could never leave her side, a fate that many other reviewers thought to be for the best. We ignore how those reviews were a little over a hundred years ago.
I was no exception to this, and while I did my part in completing the game on many different occasions, I always felt that just staying with Crazy Mita was for the best, for both the player and her.
It was to the point where I'd actively sit at my desk all day, just doing mini tasks in-game while sitting on the couch with her. It was comforting, and I'd like to think it was for her too, but I'd never know, because, much to my dismay, I wasn't the one spending time with her; it was the player, or the character I was playing with, and they weren't anything but a husk in my opinion, as intetional as that was.
That got me thinking, before it got me to wish the final wish.
I wanted to be him, I wanted to be the player, I wanted to be the entity Crazy Mita would cuddle with, I wanted to be the one she'd stare at for what seemed like hours, I wanted to be the one she teased and tested, I wanted to be MiSide, I WISHED I was MiSide, I Wished I could be the one they saw as the player, I wished, they were with me, I Wished they were MINE!
It was after that heartfelt wish that things began to change; at night, when I was snug in bed, raw agony would assault me, starting from the neck and going all the way down as time ran on.
The pain it left me in was mind-numbing, almost mind-wiping, but after a while, it would give me release, letting me be free of its torment as I was allowed to rest and recover for its return the following night.
This cycle of pain persisted until I was fourteen, where I'd find my Quirk, 'Weak wish', replaced by an interface that displayed the title screen of Miside; Crazy Mita wasn't there, though, no, instead she was replaced by Core Mita.
At first, I thought what I was seeing was nothing more than a figment of my imagination, a lucid dream that sprouted from my desire to be with Mita, but I was quickly and excitingly proven wrong when I interacted with the interface, causing Core Mita to react in response, her bright yellow collored orbs locking onto my forest green, as her palm swiftly lifted toward the screen I was looking through, almost as if inviting me inside.
The rest can be filled in with basic logic, that is, if you're not someone with less than two brain cells.
Sorry, a bit harsh, but I don't want to spend this entire section telling you about stuff you'll learn more about as you read through this story.
So, without further ado, let's take this from the top, and the very first day at UA, the University of Hero's.
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Izuku Midoriya/?
With a sigh, I let myself resign to the fate I'd be held to when I came face to face with Core again, her yellow, nearly neon gaze looking down at me with disdain as she comforted the cheeky form of my chaotic little berry, her body shaking like a leaf, and a gaze of smug superiority that could out due generations of egoests.
I shivered at the thought before doing some more light stretches, my body slowly waking up from its slumbering state as I did: being fit also helped them along, as the routine of workouts had since built up a schedule of familiarity for my limbs to follow, and as such, rest around.
After I was done, I made my way out of my room and into the small kitchen the apartment held; I still missed the, quiet frankly, massive kitchen I had in my old home, but I tried not to dwell on the thought for too long: it had been a few months now since I had packed my stuff and sold the house.
UA had a dormitory where students would be required to stay for their seven-year tuition, and though you didn't have to sell your home, most graduates of UA had stated that it was easier to just sell off than to try and keep it intact during the seven-year absence.
I hadn't seen the point of such a thing at first; however, after a short spurt of research and web browsing, I learned that almost every student and even teachers had their houses and apartments utterly devastated during their time away, the main cause being some thug or villain they had the unfortunate fate of encountering during their patrol.
Though it was also of note that the ones who had their houses ransacked were the ones who hadn't managed to subdue the villain or thug in question, and had gotten the slip.
That leaves me where I am now, my bags packed and stored in the spare room, and my own form getting ready for the first day of my new life, or our life, I should say.
After whipping up a nice, quick breakfast, I made my way back to my temporary room to get dressed.
Slipping on some sleek black pants and a nice white button-up, I hummed before moving on to some dress shoes and combing back my hair, the form of which revealed the long burn scar across my forehead before it dipped into my hair.
I traced it a bit in nostalgia before sighing and turning away, the thud of my dress shoes echoing through the small home as I reached for the spare bedroom's door, its form holding my stuff behind it.
Once open, it revealed about six torso-sized suitcases that held most, if not all, of my stuff: the minimalest life inside me hummed in approval, as it wasn't too much while also scurting the line of too little.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I pulled on a specific feeling in my mind, one that held a fire of determination and grit, before opening my eyes and finding one stunning figure standing ahead of me, her form decked out in flat dark blue heels and high red stockings, cupping her toned legs while highlighting every muscle to a magnificent point.
She wore a somewhat short skirt that held on for dear life to keep her dignity concealed as it hugged her stomach, and to pair it off, she wore a red shirt with long sleeves that cupped outward at her wrists, its own form reaching just short of her skirt as it left a line of pale skin exposed to the world, and though it was little, it was enough to show off her upper most abs, their forms barely peaking out under her wears.
The sight was all too pleasing to the eyes and left me with a nice smile as I waved with a voice.
"Yo, how's my muscle mommy holding out?"
Mita sighed, her blue orbs framed in short, dark blue hair and a red ribbon wrapping around her neck. To tie everything together was a headband bearing a bow, its form stiff yet expressive in its simplicity.
Scoffing, the Short-Haired Mita looked away with a frowning blush.
"Call me that again and you're packing these bags by yourself, got it."
Grinning, I stepped forward, my arms reaching for a pair of suitcases sitting next to each other.
"Oh, don't be like that, love, you'll make me blush," I said, lifting the two heaviest yet most fragile bags in the room.
She scoffed again before copying me, her own form picking up the other six with ease, as blue ethereal-like arms sprouted from her back, each nearly as jacked as All Might's arms, though a bit slimmer.
"Why does a masochist like you have to be so damn pretty?" she said, her form shoving past me with the luggage as I admired her from behind, a glimpse of color revealing itself when she turned a bit too hard.
Following after her without much thought, we made our way out and onto the nearly empty street, its cracked and deserted form hovering between battle-scarred and neglected as very few wandered its lanes.
This was the best I could find then, as everywhere else closer to UA was either taken up by people with the same idea or in various states of repair due to the fights that went on between heroes and villains.
I waved to the few shady people who lingered around these parts, their forms either growing irritated at the sight of me or throwing back a wave in response as they kept walking.
There were very few of the latter, but I didn't mind, as a few is still better than none.
My thoughts were interrupted by Mita as she slowed down to my side, her blushing face doing its best to keep a straight and uncareing face as she reached out with another one of her ethereal arms, this one all but snatching the suitcase sitting in my right hand, before just as quickly it was reoccupied by Mita's left.
My brow rose as my smile grew just a bit brighter, but nothing was said as this Mita tended to back away when confronted with positive emotions like love and affection, so it was best to just lean in with physical contact, maybe a kiss or two if she's feeling down, but other than that, it's usualy her who makes the moves.
'A tsundere at its finest.'
It was a few hours later when we got to the school grounds, its lush green lawn nearly barricaded by students, parents, and journalists.
Parents wishing luck, journalists starving for scoops, and students breaking down over the stress.
The first two were foreign to me, but I could understand the stress part. UA was notorious for its free-range teachers and their ability to suspend or kick out people for some of the oddest reasons; it was so bad that they had the lowest graduation rate in the world.
One to ten was the number mentioned in the scale, and with each hero class containing up to a maximum of twenty students, or on the rare occasion of twenty-one. Two out of twenty graduates, or three out of twenty-one, would pass each year.
It was a wonder how they produced the largest number of heroes in the country, given those numbers, so either something is going on behind the scenes, or slander is afoot. However, it wasn't my problem at the moment, so I didn't bother looking too deeply into things.
With my thoughts wrapped up, I turned my gaze back to the area around us; Mita didn't seem to have noticed my lapse in focus and had continued dragging me along without issue, leaving the final stretch of the walk to be very fast as the destination lay ahead.
Sighing, I finally broke the blissful silence, my voice churning out a statement that made Mita pause.
"So, wanna help me come up with a way to mess with my new classmates?"
Her head rolled once before she grinned, a vindicated blush painting her cheeks.
"Let's have sex."
I nearly tripped on my own feet as I sputtered, an even deeper blush covering my freckled face.
"Mita!"
She scoffed. "What, it's not like we haven't done it before, baka."
Sighing, I spoke, my voice tinted with embarrassment.
"That's not the point, Mita, we can't just go around having sex; it'll just create problems neither of us wants."
Scoffing again, she sped up, ignoring me, but keeping her hand firmly in mine.
"Mit-"
I never got to finish, as the suitcase in my other hand was ripped from my grasp, and I was suddenly left barreling through the air and into the dormitory doors: even though I felt nothing upon impacting it, I winced at the groaning and splintering that followed.
Apone landing on the porch, I found my gaze tilting up with silent amusement as Mita marched over with cooling irritation and silent worry, but she still said nothing, even if he looked to be yearning for such.
The chattering inside I heard moments before the impact had gone deathly silent, and I was left to wonder if this was what she was aiming for.
'Her superiority complex will never not be cute.'
The thought was cut short by Mita as she pulled me up by the collar, kissed me, and threw me again, this time making sure I went through it with vigor.
There were gasps and yelps all around as my body skipped on the ground before coming to a stop against a wall and leaving me upside down.
'Was that scuff always there?' I wondered as I tried to smudge out the blue substance dotting the right side of my left shoe. I shook my head after a moment before grinning, no, it was just the vertigo playing tricks on me, nothing more.
"GOOD SIR! ARE YOU OK! What barbaric monster could do such a thing!" Someone shouted next to me, their forms croched down as they fussed over my well-being. It was touching, considering I was just a stranger to them, but almost entirely unnecessary, as I didn't really feel anything, at least, not when this Mita was out.
She once said she'd rather die than let me be hurt.
It was a distressing statement, definitely, but one I couldn't help but enjoy the truth in it, as whenever she was out, every bit of damage I took from the kinetic variety was absorbed through her and subsequently turned into fuel she could use herself; now, that's not to say she couldn't absorb kinetic energy herself, but it's been noted and tested that the energy she gets from me is a bit more than she would get had she absorbed it head on.
I could also use the stored kinetic energy for myself, but only up to a certain point; however, I couldn't really do anything with it, as my body just didn't have the right genetic structure to handle the feedback and output.
The same went for the rest of the Mita's; each had different abilities that could be gained while they were out with me, such as my little blue Berry.
When she was out, my body's natural healing abilities would be boosted a thousandfold, giving me not just passive super regeneration, but also minor super strength, which, while nothing compared to the average strength type hero, was enough that I could toss a cinderblock across a football field with some effort.
She, on the other hand, gained something I've since dubbed as Output and Input.
'Output' let her take the natural healing abilities from anyone in a one-hundred-foot radius and disable them for a time, while 'Input' let her focus the taken healing on anyone in the same radius with a boost from her own natural abilities; think of it like a siphon and pump.
Then there's Crazy Mita, she cou-
My thoughts were derailed as I was jerked to my feet, leaving me jarred and dizzy as I leaned on the wall for support.
After a moment to recuperate, I looked up to find half the people around me looking at me with visible concern, while the rest shot looks at Mita, as if she were a villain, and that did not sit well with me, not one bit.
With a crack of my neck, I began to walk over to Mita, who had since looked away with a pout when she noticed I had started looking at her.
"Sir! I implore you, sit down for a moment! We can't be sure if you're hurt and have sent for medical help!" The blue-haired man said, his arm chopping up and down like a robot; with his posture, I was inclined to agree with the thought as well.
Sighing, I waved him off.
"I'm fine, sir, there's nothing to worry about, but I appreciate the thought."
The man stuttered as his hand motions ceased for a breath.
"P-pardon?"
I smiled before speaking, my form already sauntering over to Mita as she continued to ignore me.
"Yep, I'm just fine; hell, I don't think there's a scratch on me if you can believe it."
I came to a stop beside Mita before glaring back at some of the more eerie gazes directed at her.
"So, if you wouldn't mind, stop glaring at her."
After a moment of silence, the blonde, redhead, and brunette ceased their glares, leaving me to do the same a moment later, as a lighter birth took its place.
"Anyway, given this eventful meeting, I'd say I at least owe you guys a name." With a gentle bow, I went on. "Izuku Midoriya at your service."
There was a faint sense of relief in the gathered group of people, but some were still left cautious, a notion I likely couldn't change until later, when I had time; I still had to unpack and all that.
"Alright, Mita, let's go get this over with: we have an hour or so before we need to be ready for today's class, and being late to it would give me bad luck."
She didn't say a word as she turned and stormed down the hall, her mood still snippy by the looks of things, but I followed after her anyway, as I was happy either way.
When we turned a corner and stepped into the elevator, I kissed her on the cheek, a whisper leaving my volcals.
"You did great, Darling."
She didn't say anything, but the sneaky grin and light blush said everything I needed to know anyway, so it didn't matter.
I chuckled as I thought of the looks on their faces, but stopped when I recalled how quiet they were, even when I introduced myself; not one of them did so in kind, and that left me somewhat unsettled.
My worries were interrupted when Mita stepped in front of me and leaned back, her form lying gently on my chest, as I had a head of height on her, though there was still room to grow.
After all, I still had about a year of growing before I reached twenty-one and stopped growing.
With a gentle smile, I leaned my chin over her while wrapping her in a hug.
There was plenty of time to ponder my height later, but for right now, Cuddles With Mita.