MHA : We Are Venom

The man from the woods was watching.

It was from a distance, but it could feel him. Strange man, the one who did not see. How could he watch without seeing? Did he possess powers of feeling emotions, as it did? Or was it echo based?

It did not know. But it was certain it could watch without seeing. It had seen the blind of this species. How they were always careful, slow, methodical. And the lack of knowing the beauty of sight.

That more than anything made this one stand out amongst all the rest. This race was built and dependant on sight, more than any of their other senses.

That was common amongst the peoples of the universe, but not universal.

The strange man stood out. He did not move carefully, nor slowly. He was methodical though.

It had helped the host.

It should be grateful for that, but the feeling of this man… There was something about him… Something it could not pinpoint. It did not feel like the rest of the race. Not the ones with power, anyway. Yet he had powers, it was certain of that.

What did it mean?

No matter. For the moment, he was far away, he was no threat to them.

No, what worried it at the moment was the host. The host was fragile and thus depend on its power to succeed.

This was good. Usually. But it had not finalized the bond yet. They had overcome the critical point, but the final stage was still far away.

That was a problem.

As it was, their power was starting to manifest in strength and stabilizing, but it was not anywhere close to the level it should be after 40 days.

And then there was itself. It could manifest a form now, but it was not it's true form. It was not the second skin. It's… It's mark had not returned yet. It was all just black.

It did not think it would return in full before the bond finalized.

Unfortunately, there was… A deadline. It wasn't sure what he was counting down to, but its host had begun with the habit of writing a number on a tablet, then crossing out one or two numbers each sunrise, and replacing it with a new one.

It had not mastered any of the languages this species used yet, but I had easily realized the meaning of its numbers.

From what it had seen on the tablet on the wall, they had a bit over 250 cycles of the planet remaining, before the deadline was reached.

That should be enough time. Provided the host did not perish before they reached that point.

...

"So, a strength quirk eh?" Davis-san said in a jovial tone. "Never knew quirks could skip a generation."

"Skip a generation? What do you mean?"

"Oh right, Hisashi never told you much about your gramps, did he? Well, don't go dig deeper into that well Izuku, but Hisashi's old man had a strength quirk too."

Looking at him, it was kinda insane to Izuku that Davis-san was as old as his parents. The man looked like he was in his early twenties, which Izuku had always assumed was due to a quirk, like Miss Bakugou.

"Yeah, mo-My parents never really talk much about my grandparents. Not on Dad's side anyway."

Which was kinda an understatement. One of the few crystal clear memories Izuku had of his dad, had been when the older Midoriya had taken him aside and told him pretty sternly to Never ask about his grandfather. Ever.

"Anyway, it's not really a strength quirk per se. I… Kinda spawned this being of black liquid, and I draw power from it, which happens to include super strength."

"Really? Where is it then?"

"My shirt. It… It's fused into it right now."

"Huh. Yeah, that's not quite like the old bastard's quirk."

David was one of his father's oldest friends, but to Izuku he had always just been the apothecary owner they bought all their medicine from.

Which was kinda a shame, given he seemed like a pretty friendly guy.

Like his dad, David was an immigrant from America, in fact, according to his mom, they had moved here together before Hisashi met Inko.

In the very homogeneous Japan, David stood out from the crowd a lot. Dark brown skin which clearly showed he had ancestors from Africa, a massive 2 meters in height, and tattoos of a jaguar on his arms.

Though more common than it had been before the emergence of quirks, people of African descent were still pretty rare in Japan, the regular average height was nowhere near what David's was, and though the Yakuza had been relegated to the dustbin of history, the cultural dislike of tattoo's remained, making people who wore them pretty rare.

All in all, he looked pretty intimidating, but really, he was a swell guy. The fact he took time out of his schedule to drive Izuku for nearly two hours proved that.

"He just had a pretty straightforward strength quirk. I guess your powers are unrelated after all."

"Yeah, it sounds that way."

"Eh, nothing wrong with that. Just means you get to make your powers your own. So, what school you planning to try and enter into?"

"Yuei," Izuku answered without hesitation.

"Yuei… How strong is your quirk exactly? Like, can you lift a literal ton, or…"

"I can lift several hundred Kilo's no problem. On Monday I carried come sacks of bricks that collectively probably weighed around 300 kilos."

"Hm… not too bad then. Well, I hope you manage it. If you don't though, don't take it too hard. My brother tried to get into it. Got crushed in the entrance exam, and he was so distraught over it, he gave up hero prospect entirely."

That sounded… Kinda depressing.

"My point is, don't fret too much if you didn't manage to get into the top school. There are hundreds of hero schools in japan, anyone of them willing to take on people who didn't make it through Yuei's robot gauntlet."

Izuku blinked.

"Robot gauntlet?"

"Oh yeah, that's not really public info. Probably shouldn't be telling you about it." He paused for a moment. "Ah, but what the hell, why not. The entrance exam has two stages, the regular written part, and a physical one. The physical one is the one that makes sure so few appliers actually make it into Yuei."

"It's… Related to robots?"

"Yep. They throw you into a fake training city with this bunch of robots. The test is basically how many of those you can manage to destroy."

"How… how strong are these robots?"

"Offensively they're garbage. They look tough, but really, the only thing they're there for is testing the students' offensive powers. Whether you can break them or not."

"You… you know a lot about this test."

"My brother's perseptive Izuku-Kun. Really perceptive. Unfortunately, he didn't have the offensive power that Yuei demands of it's students. So he didn't make it."

Robots. Just… robots he had to destroy. That… didn't sound too bad. He could do that. Probably.

First, though he had to actually learn some control. Then he could work on pushing these powers to the limit.

"So… Your brother just gave up trying to be a hero?"

"Yeah, I guess seeing just how power was expected of him kinda broke his spirit. Now, he's planning on becoming a police officer. Not sure how he made that jump, but whatever. It's his choice. If he can manage it."

He sounded kinda bitter about his brother's choices.

"So… you don't think he'll manage it as a policeman?"

"I think it's stupid to try and run around fighting superhumans armed with only a gun when you couldn't manage it with your actual powers. It's kinda backwards like that. But whatever. It's his choice."

A short awkward pause followed. Izuku tried to break it.

"Thanks for driving me."

"You've said that 4 times now. You don't need to thank me Izuku-Kun. I'm just doing my friends a solid. It's what real men do. I don't need thanks for doing it."

...

Half an hour later, they finally reached their destination.

A random spot in the middle of nowhere, the only real marker being a large stone by the road.

"Se you at nine Izuku-Kun."

With a salute with his middle and index finger pointing out from his fist, David drove away.

21.00

He had roughly 11 hours to train. Here, quite far from any settlement, he should not have to worry about being discovered by random people.

The downside was of course that he needed someone to pick him up, as his only alternative was to run all the way back home. He could do that, but it would be quite a trip, and he would need to run all the way back home. He hadn't put his endurance to that kind of test before.

Well, maybe it was about time he did.

After making sure he still had this exact spot saved on his phone, then putting his phone away in his, backpack Izuku began to run. And he kept running for 4 hours straight.

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