11Summary: Irie Shoichi didn't know what he did to deserve this. What gods he pissed off by not believing in any, or which feathers has he ruffled enough to do this? If it was the marshmallow freak, the redhead was going to absolutely lose it. Why the hell did everyone have super powers yet not soul flames? And why did this green haired lady keep calling him Izuku? (Drabble series, not necessarily in order)
Probably going to loosely follow canon, and I hope you enjoy!
It was very disorienting. The world didn't seem to stop spinning, spinning, spinning…!
Then everything stopped.
While his mind was still Irie Shoichi, his body was that of a child. If he had to guess, they were around three or four years old.
The memories were cute, and filled him in overtime, but all he could think at the moment was the name Midoriya Izuku.
Had he... just become a body snatcher?
"Oww, my stomach…!"
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He had an unlikely friendship with Bakugo Katsuki.
The blonde was going to be a Hero, and Shoichi was going to be his support. Making various creations from a young age, both in this life and the one before, certainly helped.
It was still weird, getting used to being called Izuku. Or Zuzu, by Kacchan.
"That's such a lame nickname, Kacchan."
"It's not like you did any better!"
"All you did was make my name sound like a toy company. I can see it now." He held out his hands, waving them above as if seeing words in the air. "Zu Zu. Honestly? It's got a nice ring to it."
Katsuki laughed, their banter never failing to surprise him. "If you make it your Hero name, it just might actually become what you're imagining right now." He smirked. "Yup, a trainwreck."
"Hey!" Shoichi lightly punched the other in the arm, then stopped and took a seat against a tree. "Even if you get the cool superpower, you'll still be my friend. Right…?"
"Pfft, of course, dumbass. You gotta be there to watch my back when I'm number one, obviously." Katsuki kicked a rock away, then sat next to Izuku.
"I'll heal you up if you're injured." Shoichi promised, smiling.
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Izuku Midoriya, at age three, had completely changed. At first, Inko was worried. After all, her sweetheart of a child suddenly seemed aware of the world in ways she wasn't sure she wanted him to be.
He had always been an intelligent child, but it was more analyzing than actually making things. When he first took apart the microwave to make a robot out of curiosity, that was when she decided to let him explore the one room she hadn't gone into since her husband left.
Izuku started researching the cost of all the destruction via Quirks, building inventions out of the scraps found in his father's study, taking down his All Might posters and figurines for space to place his ideas and creations?
That last one frightened her more than she let on.
Though she was certain he could tell.
His eyes were no longer as innocent, he always seemed uncomfortable whenever she would say his name, and he never asked for a bedtime story anymore.
Truthfully, she was scared he had been possessed. Then he would smile, and she knew it was genuine. He may have changed, but that was still her dear Izuku.
My impulse control. It's non-existent. But yeah, did I start a BNHA/KHR crossover that will get sporadic updates as which applies to all my other stories? Yes, yes I did. I hope you enjoyed, and let me know if you want more!
~ TheAngelicPyro
