Polarity, The Polarized Hero

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Izuku sighed, running his hand through the green curls covering his head, his hair flopping around. Besides him, his childhood friend Katsuki, or Kacchan, walked and grumbled about their teacher.

“And the damn fool can’t even control the class! All the extras just started shooting their quirks in class, not even caring about how close they were to hitting you!” Kacchan’s hands popped with mini explosions, leaving a trail of smoke behind them.

“Calm down Kacchan, they are just rowdy…” Izuku mumbles, getting slightly annoyed at his friend’s constant griping. 

“It’s not fine! You could've gotten hit!” Kacchan said, jerking his head toward him.

“I could’ve just Pushed it away… you know that…” Izuku whispered, looking down.

“No! It’s fucking not!” Kacchan snapped.

Whirling to face his friend, Izuku growled, “Say another fucking word about how weak I am and I will fucking Push you into the sun!” Izuku had a split personality disorder. He usually took some pills to calm himself down, but he was so annoyed that the pill didn’t help much. 

“Sorry Zu, didn’t mean to anger you.” Kacchan said apologetically. He knew how terrible his friend felt whenever he snapped at people.

“Just don’t fucking make that mistake again I’ve worked on my quirk for ages, I could beat all their asses up in a second.” Izuku grumbled, resuming his walk. After walking for a few seconds, Izuku turned back and bowed to Kacchan.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to get so a-angry…” Izuku stammered out, face beet red.

“Zu, it’s fine. I’ve known you for long enough, you can’t fucking help it.” Kacchan patted his friend on the back, before turning the other way.

He began walking down the street, waving over his shoulder as he turned the corner, walking toward his house. Izuku let out a large sigh, before turning to the opposite direction as his friend and walking away.

“I can’t believe I just snapped at Kacchan. He’s so nice to me…” Izuku mumbles, saddened by his action. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, a nervous habit ingrained into him, before letting out another sigh.

Suddenly, the man hole he was walking by burst open, and green goo flew around Izuku. “Perfect! An invisibility cloak! Don’t worry kid it will only hurt for a second. I couldn’t have known he was going to be here…” The slime villain pushed his goo over Izuku’s body, covering him completely and blocking his air flow.

This is disgusting! Izuku thought, before Pushing in every direction, forcing the slime covering him to fly off, hitting the wall and allowing him to breathe again. After taking a very greedy breath, Izuku heard something approaching from the manhole again.

Bracing himself on the wall, in case he needed to Push against something, Izuku waited cautiously as whatever was causing the noise to surface.

“NEVER FEAR, FOR I AM HERE!!!l” a familiar voice called. The owner of the familiar voice, All Might, popped out of the manhole, and cocked his arm back in preparation for a punch. After looking around quickly, he saw that the slime villain was already splattered across the underpass, covering everything in a sickly green coat of slime.

“A-All Might!!” Izuku cried out. He Pushed himself off the wall, and lightly on the floor, and floated over to his favorite hero before stopping his Pushes. “Oh My Gosh! You’re actually here! Can I get your autograph?!??” Izuku shouted, leaping with joy. He whipped out his Hero Analysis for the Future, and opened to the page dedicated to All Might, leaving a blank space for the hero to sign.

“HAHAHA I ALWAYS HAVE TIME FOR A FAN!!” The pro hero yelled, the loud voice echoing across the underpass.

He’s even louder in person! Izuku thought, squealing in delight. All Might signed the book, before spinning on his heel and beginning to clean up the goo that covered all of the area. Upon realizing what he was doing, Izuku picked up one of the empty soda bottles All Might had and Pulled everything toward his hand, forcing it into the makeshift prison.

Once everything was done, All Might was about to leave when Izuku remembered something. “Can I get a picture? My friend won’t believe me if I said I met you.”

“OF COURSE! JUST MAKE IT QUICK BECAUSE I HAVE MANY HEROIC THINGS LEFT TO DO TODAY!!!” All Might shouted with his signature smile. Izuku smiled and turned around, taking a quick picture before sending it to Katsuki.

As he was walking home, Izuku texted back and forth with his friend, laughing at Katsuki’s over the top reaction to his best friend meeting both of their favorite heroes. When he reached his house, found the door slightly ajar, the lock scratched up and slightly broken. His mind went to high alert mode, taking in every tiny detail he saw in with his perfect memory. He sent a quick text to Kacchan to come over, before continuing his slow walk through the house.

The first major thing that was wrong was that Izuku’s laptop was missing, as well as his mom's laptop and the car keys. Someone probably broke in. That theory would explain the scratching of the lock, someone picked the lock. Izuku pressed forward noting all the little changes until he got into the kitchen. He saw chairs turned over, a knife stuck in the wall, and every evidence pointing to a struggle.

Mom wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Did she leave work early? It is nearing the end in school. Izuku kept the rational part of his mind running, not wanting to worry what could have happened to his mom. Izuku was almost to his room when the smell hit him. It smiled like iron. Blood. Worry caught up with Izuku and he abandoned his caution in favor of rushing to his room. Hoping beyond hope that it was just a little bit, that no one is dead.

His fears came to life, as when he got to his mom he witnessed a sight that would literally stay with him forever. His mom was sitting up in the wall, her face gaunt and pale, most likely due to the cut across her throat leaking most of the blood from her body. The blood was in a wide pool, covering most of the floor around her. All of his All Might action figures were strewn across the floor, and his largest one was laid inside Inko’s head, part of its limbs smashed in. It was used to bash in his moms head.

Izuku threw up. He knew he shouldn’t, it’s a crime scene after all, but when he saw his mother strewn across the floor, her face contorted in fear, and her head caved in by the very collection Izuku held most dear. It was too much for the teen and he barfed up his breakfast and lunch. He sat there, waiting for the inevitable tears to come. But nothing did.

Enraged by his own lack of empathy, Izuku Pushed on the wall, the floor, the ceiling. He heard the house creak, but nothing broke. He was helpless. The sight of his mother haunting him as the police came with Kacchan, as he was led to questioning, as Mitsuki, who was his godmother, for custody over him. It all was a blur of action and people. Places and things. Inaction and reaction.

What had started off as the best day of Izuku’s life, had ended as the worst. Izuku lay curled up besides his best friend on the Bakugou’s sofa. 

“Kacchan…” Izuku whispered, his breath catching in his throat. His friend who had been stroking his hair up until now stopped and looked at the bundle besides him.

“Yeah Zu? If you need anything I’ll get it for you.” Katsuki said, worried about his friend's inaction. 

“I remember everything.”

Confused by the statement, Katsuki cocked his head. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“Ever since I was small I could remember everything I saw. I remember in kindergarten when I stubbed my toe and you helped me up. I remembered how smart I felt when I was the first to count to ten.” Kacchan didn't know where Izuku was going with this but he let him continue with his train of thought.

“I remember it. I remember every. Tiny. Detail. Mom’s right hand was clenched into a fist, while the left one had two broken fingers, the ring and the middle finger. Her head was cocked at a one hundred and twelve degree angle with her mouth open three centimetres. Her hair was-” Izuku was cut off by Katsuki putting his hand over his friend's mouth.

“Stop. Just stop Izuku. You’ll be fine. Your fucking strong. Don’t sell yourself short.” Katsuki cradles his friend in his arms.

“Just not strong enough…” Izuku whispered into his friend's chest, hoping for tears to come. They never did. After what felt like hours, Izuku drifted off into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, Izuku woke up to a delicious smell, pancakes and French toast. With a huge yawn, Izuku rolled off of the sofa.

“Thanks mom you always know what to make.” Izuku said with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes before realizing where he was. He was at the Bakugou’s house. His mom was dead. She died with an All Might figurine shoved in her skull. With her throat slit. Blood seeping into the ground.

“Izuku! Izuku breath!” Kacchan’s voice penetrated Izuku’s foggy mind, yanking him from his memory. His breathing was quick, barely getting any actual oxygen into his system.

“Follow my breathing! In. Out. In. Out.” Katsuki said, breathing as he spoke. Izuku followed his friend's advice, breathing as he did. After a while his breathing had returned to normal, and he was quietly munching away at his breakfast.

There was silence hanging in the air as the friends sat next to each other. “Auntie already left for work I assume?” Izuku said finally, breaking the silence spell that was across the house. Kacchan jumped at the chance to start up a conversation.

“Y-yeah! The old hag left for work before you woke up. We don’t have school for the next few days, so she was going to buy some party shit.” Kacchan smiled as he thought of his mom. “Don’t tell her I said this but the old hag can throw a good fucking party.”

Izuku just nodded dumbly. “Well, UA exams are in a few months, so we should train every chance we get.” Izuku said, looking at his friend. Kacchan nodded and stood up. They stood up and put on their training gear, just a tank top and sweats for each of them, then made the long run to Dagobah beach.

They had begun the beach clean up as training when Izuku had complained about how polluted and trashed it had become. Ever since, the duo had been teaming up with a few volunteer drivers to transfer then garbage to a dump. Even when the drivers weren’t there, they packed everything into neat piles, using their quirks to pack them tighter.

It was during the next ten months that they finished the beach clean up, training their bodies during the day, and at night Izuku helped Katsuki study for the test, though neither needed it much. Throughout this time Izuku had infrequent panic attacks, and had become more adept at dealing with the constant reminder of his mother's dead eyes staring at him.

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Izuku walked into the enormous testing center, alarmed at the gargantuan building that lay before him. He saw hundreds of students pile into the building, all wanting one goal, to get into UA. 

“Oi! Why’d you stop?” Katsuki shouted from behind him.

“Sorry Kacchan, it’s just so…” Izuku mumbles, amazed.

“It’s just so stupid. Why would you need such a fucking big building anyway? It’s just extra.” His friend mumbled, glaring at any students who had the misfortune of standing too close.

“Be nice Kacchan, some of these people will be our classmates!” Izuku scolded, wagging his finger at the explosive male. “No matter how idiotic some of them fuckers look,” the greenette muttered under his breath.

“Oi! Zu did you take your fucking medicine today? You seem a lot more cranky!” Kacchan said, hearing the quiet insult.

Izuku just shrugged and continued walking, his aloofness an answer in and of itself. We need to be nicer! Kacchan is always nice to us! Izuku thought to himself.

Shut up bitch, you're too nice, his other self responded. You need to learn when to fucking man up. Usually the voice was quiet, but since his pill was forgotten… it made itself known.

Deku, the name of the rude voice as was dubbed by Kacchan, sighed loudly and walked forward, shoving past anyone who was nearby. The duo made their way to their assigned seats, sitting down and grumbling. Deku could already feel the headache starting to form when the loud man started shouting out the rules. Then some kid with a stick up his ass called him out for his complaining. The day couldn’t have gone any worse.

When they arrived at the testing chamber, Kacchan and Deku were split up, and forced to attend different tests. Stretching his legs, Deku was approached by a cute brunette girl.

“H-hi, my name is Uraraka Ochaco! I just wanted to say that you looked cool…” the brunette said. Izuku smiled nervously, feeling overwhelmed.

This was the first time a girl has ever talked to him and it made him super nervous. “I am- you… uh… yes?” Izuku somehow managed to stumble out a few words. His face went beet red and he put his head in his hands in embarrassment. The brunette laughed and slapped him on the back. 

As soon as Present Mike announces the beginning of the test, Izuku Pushes off of the floor, soaring through the air to escape the awkward situation. While he is flying through the air, he looks around, seeing the numerous robots littering the faux city. He picked a few on the other side of the city and Pulled himself towards it. He rocketed down to the ground, and in the last couple of meters Pushed off of the floor, slowing his descent.

He touched down on the floor and pulled out the marbles Izuku always carries around for a weapon. Pulling himself to the nearest robot, Izuku sucked under its swung arm and Pushed a marble up through its exposed wiring, making it rip through the fragile parts of the body, destroying the components and rendering the robot useless. 

Izuku jumped forward, leaping over the other robots and pulling out a couple marbles, sending them after the robots exposed areas. Most of the marbles hit their marks. Izuku Pulled on the marbles, calling the ones not destroyed or trapped in the robots into his hand. He repeated this process, destroying all the robots that came into his area, before he heard a loud rumble.

Dafuq they doin ova der? Deku thought.

Really? A meme reference at a time like this? Izuku complained. The only response that he got was a feeling of amusement. Sighing, Izuku Pushed off the floor, causing himself to jerk into the air, soaring over the resting center. He immediately saw what had caused the large crashing noise. A Zero Pointer. The gigantic robot towered over the buildings and crushed them beneath its robotic arm, easily pushing debri into the road.

Ooooooo, can I fight it? Let me help! Deku thought eager to destroy something so big. Izuku sighed, but gave in. Deku laughed in the air, cracking his knuckles, before going a few practice flips in the air. He stopped the Push on the floor and let the momentum he had previously carry him toward the robot.

When Deku was just shy of splatting on the floor, he Pulled in the arm of a robot, bringing himself back up into the sky. It was during this pass he noticed a girl stuck under a large rock, about to get squished.

You want me to save her, don’t you. Deku thought. All he got in response was laughter. Begrudgingly, Deku continues in his arc and soared up to the top of the robot, dodging the open arms. Once he was at the head of said robot, he took a deep breath before lying down on top of it. Once secure, he Pulled on the rock.

The way his quirk worked was that he can Push and Pull on objects bring them directly to his center of gravity and/or hands, but if the weight is more then his body weight, or the equivalent force acting on his body, then he gets Pushed or Pulled toward/away from the object he chose. (The doctor also theorized that his quirk being polar opposites caused his personality disorder.) In this case, he braced himself on the robot so that he had an anchor to ‘increase’ his weight, allowing him to pull the debri from the brunette.

As the rock flew through the air, Deku could feel his limit approaching. He may be able to Push and Pull on small objects all he wanted, but if it was to large he had to strain. Pushing past the rising blackness in his brain, Deku yanked hard on the rock, making it speed toward himself, and by proximity, the zero pointer. Deku screamed a war cry as the rock shattered the front of the zero pointers head.

Fighting the blackness, Deku leaped off of the robot and Pushed on the floor. Trying desperately to slow his fall. He did slow it, but not enough the ground came zooming after him. Well I’m fucked. Deku thought.

Language. Izuku responded. Deku just rolled his eyes as the ground came up to give him a high five. Suddenly, a slap was heard, and a stinging in his face was felt. Izuku opened his eyes and looked down at his body, seeing it float in the air inches above the ground.

“Release!” the brunette, Uraraka, called. Izuku’s butt hit the floor and, turning his head to thank her, he got a face full of barf. After a few seconds of both of them wrenching their guts out, they sat in shaky silence.

“W-well, thanks f-for the s-save.” Izuku mumbles. Uraraka just smiles at him, too nauseas to talk. A kiss was felt on his back, and Izuku felt his fatigue increase, but his disgust at the pools of barf disappear. 

Turning around, he saw an old lady wobbling over on a syringe cane. “R-Recovery girl?!? Y-you’re what allows UA to take such amazing entrance exams!”

Recovery girl chuckled, “Glad you recognize me dearie.” Izuku just watched in stunned silence as his favorite non-combat oriented hero kissed Uraraka in the cheek. She stopped her glazed eye look, and focused onto the nurse and then Izuku.

“T-thank you. I would have died if it wasn’t for you.” Uraraka said, standing up. Izuku grabbed her arm as she stumbled. Realizing what he just did, Izuku’s face heated up and he opened his mouth before closing it again.

Uraraka just laughed at the little display of embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it, I could use the support.” She said. Beckoning for Izuku, she leaned on him, using him as support.

They walked that way until the bus, where Izuku would instead walk home. Their walk consisted of Uraraka talking the entire time, bubbly asking about something before changing the subject before she got an answer. Right before they split up, Uraraka managed to weasel the socially awkward boy’s number out of him. As they parted, Izuku just felt drained, barely able to remain standing.

“Oi! Izuku! Y’all right there buddy? You look like fucking death.” Kacchan said.

Deku whirled his head around, “Da fuck? I’m ready to take on the fucking world.” Kacchan just laughed and started walking back to their house.

“Yo, was that your secret girlfriend?” Kacchan called, grinning wildly.

Deku just scowled, “You know we can’t talk to a fucking girl without dying inside. Though I’d be lying if I didn’t say she was fucking cute.” Kacchan just laughed at the crass statement.

You shouldn’t talk about people like that, be nicer! Izuku thought.

Deku scowled, Shut up, you can’t even talk to her, much less talk about her. Izuku shrank back, and Deku felt a little bad for how harsh he had been to the innocent side of the greenette. They had a good relationship, all things considered, neither one of them minded if they were called by the others name. Deku usually accepted Izuku as the dominant personality. 

When they were younger, they would snap at anyone who mixed up their names, and were constantly fighting over who was dominant. Eventually, with the help of pills and therapy as well as one weird ass dream, they were able to make peace and allow for Izuku to remain in control.

They finished the walk home in silence, and Deku went into his room, which was adjacent to

Katsuki’s room. His room was still a hero shrine, but it was mostly self-made products because Izuku and Deku’s new favorite hero was Eraserhead. Since he was an underground hero, he had no merch to speak of, so Izuku drew a life size poster of one of the few times he was ever caught on camera.

He also had taken up a clay sculpting class during the ten months of training, and had sculpted a perfect Eraserhead figurine. If you asked Katsuki they were obsessed, but neither personality saw it that way.

Izuku laid his head on his pillow, eager for the embrace of sleep to come and wash away the worries of day. He felt himself melt into his bed before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.