The Successor (My Hero Academia)

The first thing Izuku does is shake Anan’s offered hand. The Space-Themed Pro Hero deserves that much at least. At the same time however, he can’t bring himself to lie to her. For one, she seems on the up and up and the brighter future bit… well, that was precisely what he wanted too. So trying to build their relationship on a foundation of lies just seemed like a bad idea, even if that was what he’d done with several other people since his father’s death.
 
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Izuku prepares to admit that he doesn’t have a clue what Anan is talking about… only to pause as a sudden thought strikes him. What if… what if she thinks his father is All Might or something? It sounds ridiculous, but so far it feels like Anan has ended up exposing herself to him because of a misunderstanding. Izuku would be utterly foolish to do the same mere moments later.
 
He needed to tread carefully here, and so he does, allowing his confusion to finally bleed through into a slightly baffled smile as the handshake comes to an end.
 
“Ah… my father?”
 
Surprise blossoms upon Anan’s pretty face, her eyes widening slightly as she looks taken aback by his reaction. Slowly, she looks around for a moment before leaning in closer.
 
“Yes, Izuku. Your father, All for One. You don’t need to worry. This place is under my control. No one is listening in.”
 
There it was. Confirmation that the father she was talking about was his actual father. And that meant… that meant All for One had subverted a Pro Hero. As soon as the thought enters Izuku’s mind, he wants to smack himself upside the back of the head. Of course his dad had subverted a Pro Hero. He’d probably subverted tons. In fact, Izuku knew about at least one in the form of Nana Shimura.
 
Still, it seemed that his father’s plans were far reaching even after All for One’s demise. The only irritating thing was that he hadn’t shared them all with Izuku. One final test, the young man figured. One final test in which he needed to prove himself worthy of his father’s legacy. Damn you old man… but fine. He’d do it.
 
However, he would do it HIS way. Izuku could easily imagine All for One’s advice in a situation like this. Fake it until you’ve made it. Lying to Anan Kurose would have been his father’s strategy without even one moment of hesitation. But Izuku was not his father. That was the point of all of this. That was why All for One had passed the torch. Because Izuku was going to be different. He was going to be better.
 
Giving Anan a nod to make it clear he understood what she was saying, Izuku then shakes his head.
 
“My father didn’t tell me about you at all, I’m afraid. But that doesn’t mean we don’t share the same goal. And I’ll admit… I DO have questions now.”
 
Anan’s mouth opens and closes for a few moments before she looks down at the helmet she’d removed. Suddenly, the Space Hero looks a lot less confident then she did mere moments ago.
 
“… B-But then how did you know my identity?!”
 
Izuku just shrugs, feeling rather sheepish now. His little ploy earlier, mentioning her gender off the cuff by calling her ma’am… it had worked a little too well, hadn’t it? But then to be fair, it wasn’t like he knew the mine he was stepping on when doing so.
 
“I didn’t. I learned your gender earlier today from someone else and that was it…”
 
Part of him thought he should maybe apologize, but he wasn’t sure if it would really land right. It felt… off to try and apologize here and now.
 
Anan certainly isn’t demanding it of him. Instead she looks pale now, her eyes glazed over as she contemplates her slip up. Before Izuku can think of what else to say, she suddenly takes her helmet and slams it back down over her head, clicking it in place. As her voice becomes modulated once more, she clears her throat loudly.
 
“Ahem. I don’t suppose we can just forget all of that then, maybe?”
 
Izuku nearly sweat drops at that. In the end, he settles for slowly shaking his head.
 
“Uh, no ma’am… I don’t think we can.”
 
As Thirteen visibly droops, Izuku tries to make it better as best he can.
 
“But it’s okay! Like I said, we share the same goal! You and I can still work together. I may not know what sort of deal you and my father made… but I do want to know. And I want us to make that brighter future a reality, together.”
 
This time it’s Izuku who holds out his hand as a peace offering, looking into the eyes of Thirteen’s helmet as he does so. The Pro Hero hesitates for a long moment, clearly feeling indecisive and insecure after her fuck up. But in the end, she nods and takes his hand, giving it a firm shake.
 
From there… they talk.
 
-x-X-x-
 
It’s about an hour later that Izuku makes his way to the USJ Facility’s showers. As it turned out, Thirteen didn’t actually need to be present to ‘supervise’ all of the different Trials going on that day. She’d specifically chosen Izuku and Ochaco’s Trial to supervise so she would have the opportunity to chat with him afterwards.
 
Well, they’d certainly chatted, even if the Space Hero was very stilted for most of the conversation. Their initial bad first impression aside, things had mostly worked out, or so Izuku felt. It helped that they both DID want the same exact thing, in the end.
 
A Brighter Future. That was how All for One had subverted the Space Hero Thirteen. Not through money, not through blackmail… but simply by promising her something better. As far as Thirteen was concerned, things couldn’t get much worse.
 
It had taken a little bit for Izuku to coax it out of her, but Thirteen was… disillusioned with the modern world and the state of Pro Heroics as a whole within it. Namely, she felt like people like All Might had proven to be a bad influence on the average Pro Hero. All Might himself might have been a good, decent man who worked incredibly hard to save people in all sorts of dire situations, but that was in fact the problem.
 
All Might was the problem, as far as Thirteen was concerned. He was too good. He was too heroic. He wasn’t just a Pillar of Society; he was the entire fucking foundation at this point. Once Izuku got Thirteen going, she was all too happy to rant about her opinions on the subject. Namely that, the more All Might succeeded, the less most of the other Pro Heroes bothered to try.
 
And on top of that, those that DID try were incentivized by the shitty ranking system to focus their efforts on taking down villains and other assorted criminals, because the ranking system apparently favored those sorts of heroics over rescue operations and fighting natural disasters.
 
It was easy to see how his father had managed to get Anan on board now, truth be told. The system was corrupt. It was rotten underneath its sterling surface. And Anan was sick and tired of it. As such, when All for One had made her his offer, she’d ultimately been too tempted to deny him. And now here they were. Izuku as All for One’s Successor… and Thirteen as a Pro Hero eager to help him do whatever he had to do to secure the Brighter Future she was promised.
 
Truth be told, Izuku didn’t know exactly what he would actually do with Thirteen quite yet. He could tell that his honesty had created something of a distance between the two of them that still needed to be bridged going forward. Izuku didn’t regret his decision to be clear, but he also didn’t doubt that he would have gotten a lot further with Anan in multiple different ways if he’d simply played along with her and made her think he knew what was going on.
 
That was fine though. That was what his father would have done, and sure maybe it would have been more efficient, but that wouldn’t have made it right. Izuku was endeavoring to be different from his father. To not make the same mistakes All for One had.
 
That was all for future Izuku to figure out anyways though. Right now, he was feeling pretty rank, having been stuck in that small control room with Thirteen hashing things out for an hour straight after being the helpless civilian in the Landslide Rescue Scenario.
 
With over sixty minutes having gone by, the showers are empty when Izuku enters them. Everyone else’s simulations have already ended and they’ve all been released for the day. Izuku is probably the only member of Class 1-A left in the building, or so he assumed.
 
Turning on the hot water, stepping under it, he begins to wash himself up as he thinks about what happened. There was that moment with Ochaco when it looked like she might kiss him. And then there was everything with Thirteen.
 
It was all a bit much, but at the same time, it was also precisely what Izuku had signed up for, now wasn’t it? He had wanted this. He had decided he was going to be the very best, that he was going to change Hero Society from the inside. His father’s way hadn’t borne fruit for over a hundred years. Now it was Izuku’s time to give things a try.
 
But the conversation with Thirteen had nevertheless been very illuminating. It was exactly like she said. He needed to make sure that while he definitely stood at the top of the pyramid when all was said and done, he didn’t become another All Might. He couldn’t just be the entire foundation of society. He refused to let other so-called Pro Heroes sit on their hands or twiddle their thumbs while he did all the work.
 
An eye-opening experience, to say the least. It was all-
 
Izuku jolts as he feels someone enter the showers and begin to approach him. After that incident with Yor Yaoyorozu, Izuku had started keeping his defenses raised and his extra-sensory Quirks sort of always active to avoid being ambushed like that ever again. His hackles raise and he frowns, even as he focuses on what his Quirks are telling him. This allows him to quickly identify who’s coming, and he relaxes somewhat as he sees who it is.
 
Still, he’s a little surprised as they end up standing right behind him, waiting for him to turn around. Doing so, Izuku’s gaze sweeps up and down the naked body of Ochaco Uraraka as the brunette blushes down to her cute, perky chest. She stands there in nothing but her birthday suit, wiggling a little bit under his gaze, before finally giving in to temptation and dipping her eyes downwards below his waist.
 
Izuku is surprised by the ferocious determination that suddenly appears on Ochaco’s face when she finally lays eyes on his cock. Said cock, which is already starting to rise slightly all on its own in the face of Ochaco’s… perkiness. She’s certainly a cutie by any stretch of the imagination. A beautiful young woman even, and one that… heh, technically saved him earlier today. Even if it was all a simulation, she’d gone ahead and sacrificed herself for him.
 
Grinning crookedly, Izuku tilts his head to the side.
 
“Come to receive a reward for your heroics, Hero?”
 
Ochaco stiffens at that, before biting her lower lip and rapidly nodding.
 
“U-Um… y-yes. I-If that’s alright?”
 
Izuku just shrugs and gestures for her to go ahead. Something that the brunette is QUICK to take him up on. In an instant, Ochaco has stepped into the shower with him and is pressing up against him with her body. At the same time, her hands go down between them, grabbing at his cock. She’s very clearly a virgin who has never likely even seen a dick before, let alone touched once. Izuku grunts as she goes a little too hard a little too fast, but at hearing that Ochaco stops and slows down, quick to adapt to his responses.
 
He makes sure to groan his appreciation as she finds a more tolerable pace, something that he can tell excites her. She strokes his member up and down inexpertly, but Izuku is happy to let her. It’s kind of nice to be able to turn his brain off for a bit and just… enjoy a sexual liaison in the showers. Part of him wonders if it might have been him and Anan in here if he’d lied to her… but there was no point in wasting time thinking about ‘what ifs’, now was there?
 
Biting her lower lip, her hair now slicked back as the shower water cascades over the both of them, Ochaco constantly alternates between looking up at him and looking down at his cock.
 
“I did… I did good today, didn’t I? I saved you. I saved you…”
 
He was the one who started it, he supposed. But he was beginning to get the impression that Ochaco was here for reaffirmation of her choices as much as she was here for sex. And to be fair, Izuku agreed with her. In a vacuum, you couldn’t always do what Thirteen had suggested. Waiting for back up might have been the best course of action, but in this case Ochaco didn’t have back up. What was she supposed to do, let him die?
 
… It would have been interested if she’d tried to call in Thirteen for help, he supposed. Interesting to see if the Space Hero actually responded to the call and assisted Ochaco like her advice made it seem like she would have. But that wasn’t what had happened, and Izuku truly did feel like Ochaco had done the best she could.
 
“Yes… you saved me.”
 
His hands come up and run along her shoulders and arms as Izuku presses his forehead into Ochaco’s. For a moment she goes still at his touch, but then she tilts her head back and leans up on her tip toes to kiss him. Izuku can’t help smiling a little bit at the brunette’s go-getter attitude. He can appreciate a woman who knows what she wants and goes for it.

That said, Ochaco was clearly inexperienced in all of this. So maybe it would be best if he took the lead here. On the other hand, he hadn’t taken the lead back in the simulation. Perhaps it would be wrong to do so here and now after giving Ochaco her agency there…