All Bite And No Bark
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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero
Academia)
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Stats: Published: 2021-12-15 Completed: 2023-09-30 Words: 3,831 Chapters:
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All Bite And No Bark
by CurrentlyCaffeinated
Summary
Midoriya Izuku was born quirkless.
Just because he has a quirk now doesn't mean his body isn't still built like someone whose
quirkless. He still has the double pinky toe. He still has the other parts of his body that
develop as slowly as his ancestors did.
So what happens if he gets put into a situation where he uses these "underdeveloped" traits?
Or:
Midoriya Izuku bites someone.
Translation into Español available: All Bite And No Bark [Español] by MrFlirtyDanny
Main story
There were a few small details about quirkless people that are mostly unknown due to the
rarity of quirkless children in this generation.
The existence of quirks has sped up the evolutionary process of the human body to
accommodate their existence, so things that humans had spent centuries slowly growing out
of has been expedited. For the quirkless, this process remains at the slow pace of their
ancestors.
Izuku knows that his jaw is slightly larger than his quirked counterparts, a necessity for the
wisdom teeth that sit in his mouth waiting to become a nuisance. There’s still a random organ
in his body that could promptly explode whenever the opportune moment arrives. He has a
quirk, it’s his quirk now- All might said so, but that doesn’t magically change his biology. His
pinky toe won’t suddenly become a single joint instead of two when he wakes up in the
morning. Which is why his feet are wider compared to others.
Why is this information relevant? Well, that can be explained by looking back on the day-
that-shall-not-be-discussed™ that happened during the summer break between his 2nd and
3rd years at UA.
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Groaning, Izuku snapped awake to silence his obnoxious alarm as it berated his eardrums in
warning. The constant stream of “TIME TO WAKE UP!” from his All Might themed alarm
clock was starting to grate on his nerves the longer he tried to avoid it. He knew right then
and there that today was going to be a bad day.
Normally, Izuku is excited to wake up in the mornings. He loves going for jogs as the sun
rises and colors the sky in pale blues as the crisp breeze cools his heated skin from exertion.
Coming back to the dorms to take a shower and then head down for breakfast provided by
whoever was scheduled that day. Chat with friends (he has friends now!) and just enjoy the
day. His alarm was usually a neutral object, one that he doesn’t usually mind, so to wake up
and immediately feel the need to curse the world after opening heavy lids is just a beacon of
wrong.
Sighing, he got out of bed with reluctance and a bit of vertigo due to the growth spurt he was
going through (One the Yagi-san had warned him about. One for All adjusts to the bodies
that hold it and make the necessary changes to house the quirk properly. Which is why
despite being projected to stop at 6ft 5in, Yagi was over 7 fucking feet tall) and headed down
to the common area with his running shoes. Their bright red colors, an eyesore that he loves.
Not that he had a choice in the color anyways.
The quick morning run had been pleasant enough, UA was always quiet during the summer
break considering the lack of students in the halls and the trails between the trees were pretty,
so his mood had brightened considerably compared to when he had awoken. Though there
was still a tenseness to his shoulders that will probably stay there all day, only to relax when
he’s passed out later that night.
For now he does what he does best and plasters on a bright (fake) smile and heads into the
common room after getting dressed from his shower.
“Mido!” Cheers a familiar voice and Izuku turns to see Ashido sitting at the dining room
table.
Ah, it was Kacchan’s turn to cook that day.
“Good morning Mina!” Izuku chirped.
Slipping into the kitchen, he caught sight of Kacchan standing over the stove. Several
different foods were being cooked but based on the smell, and pancake, he was going
american style this morning. He got a quick once over from the blond before Kacchan huffed.
“It’ll be ready in a couple minutes nerd, now out of my fucking kitchen,” he punctuated his
statement with a glare, which Izuku almost teared up under it since he realized that it wasn’t
malicious anymore. UA had done wonders in helping patch up their very complicated and
strained relationship.
Breakfast passed relatively quickly and was as delicious as always, most of his classmates
had come down to eat and discussed what they should do. Kaminari had loudly stated that
they should all head out for a group trip to the arcade or similar places. Izuku felt justifiably
hesitant to go out on a group trip considering the last time they did Shigaraki had strangled
him. Izuku wasn’t into being choked. Did he share this opinion? Absolutely not. Anxiety and
his martyr complex says No, thank you very much. (Yes he was in therapy, yes it was slowly
working but old habits die hard. Plus bad days just helped push his old mindset just that little
bit closer to the front and he’ll find himself settling into old habits even easier) So the class
decided to go out that day to the open street market that had fair games and an arcade so they
could have fun and grab any fun things they'd want.
Getting Aizawa on board was left up to Koda and Shoji since, and he quotes Ochako on this,
“You have the most say and we can’t use Midoriya since ‘problem child’ and ‘out of UA’
never really goes well.” Izuku swears that Ochako jinxed him and if so he was going to put
salt in her coffee for a week.
So that’s how he found himself staring out over the booths on the street, Aizawa-sensei’s
looming self right behind him. Anytime he looks back, all he gets is a raised eyebrow that
perfectly conveys ‘You can’t be trusted alone outside of UA without running into some kind of
villain so I’m not going anywhere problem child’. Which, fair, but he’s still going to give an
exasperated glance back to show how that really isn’t necessary.
As he walks over to the arcade, following after the dekusquad, he gets the distinct feeling that
the universe is laughing at him.
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The arcade was fun!
He kinda sucked on the dance and rhythm games but he got first in the air hockey tournament
of death and on the claw machines, though that wasn’t really ranked. Ochako had gone
slightly feral on the pinball machines and Shouto was dryly commentating the entire time
which was incredibly amusing. The Bakusquad was having the time of their lives in the laser
tag room, their chaotic war cries could be heard echoing in the arcade, and Koda was
decimating anyone who tried to challenge him on the fighter games which was rather
shocking.
Aizawa, at some point, had actually joined in the fun and won every game he played. It was
surprising at first until he remembered how competitive Aizawa actually was. The only thing
the man couldn’t ‘win’ was the claw machine which made Izuku smugly proud of his
abilities. It’s safe to say that Izuku was having the time of his life.
So, of course, that's when it all went to shit.
He cursed as he managed to grab the nearby children and dodged the incoming blast aimed in
their direction, jumping out into the street and past the barricade line the police had managed
to erect in the short time since the start of the attack. He inwardly thanked his paranoia that
had him bringing his provisional license as he passed off the kids to some officers that double
checked the plastic card that made his quirk use legal. It wasn’t as if his face wasn’t well
known due to the numerous villain attacks that plastered his face on the news every other
week and should have clued them in immediately.
No, not at all.
Aizawa-sensei was hanging in the back as he helped civilians evacuate and directed his
classmates to do the same. The villains were being engaged by a few heroes that had been
nearby, he vaguely recognized a few and a good chunk were newbies, and the nearby
buildings were crumbling under the force of a villains quirk. Some kind of earthquake or
seismic wave quirk, which is so cool and honestly a waste. His classmates were scarily
efficient, especially under their homeroom teacher, so soon all of the surrounding civilians
were safely behind the barricades.
Izuku was doing a quick double check of the perimeter when he heard a terrified yell for
help. Springing to action, He jumped through the already shattered open window and rolled
through what used to be the arcade and was now a post-apocalypse map. He scanned the
room before catching sight of a faint green hue from behind the ticket counter. Vaulting over
scattered machines and finally the counter, Izuku crouched down and locked eyes with the
teary-eyed teen employee before he smiled.
“It’s alright, Come. Let’s get you out of here, ok?” He asked softly.
The employee nodded frantically and reached out with a trembling hand to grab on. Gently,
Izuku swung his arm underneath the teen’s legs as he brought the other’s arm around his
shoulders before placing it underneath their back. Lifting the teen up in a quick movement
before he dashed out of the building. He was still heading over to the barricades when he
heard a strange noise, it sounded like a really creepy chuckle and-
-Oh fuck him gently with a chainsaw, really? This cliché bullshit?
The previously dubbed employee teen, who was now being bestowed the name asshole #2
(#1 being Endewhore), was now holding a knife to his throat. How had he missed this
important detail? He’ll never know. He does, however, blame his shitty day.
“Now, be a good little hero and place me down gently and keep your hands where I can see
em’ afterwards.”
Complying, while holding back a frustrated huff, Izuku placed the (teen(?)) asshole #2 on the
ground before raising his hands much like someone getting arrested would. A quick scan
over the now gaping heroes who had caught sight of the situation let him see the exact
moment Aizawa’s face crossed from focused to resigned to determined and worried. It would
have been a beautiful display of skill at how fast Aizawa could prioritize if it wasn’t for the
knife pressed against his throat.
He was roughly guided towards the center of the oddly still chaos of the scene, a stillness
caused by a hostage situation his brain supplied, as his captor yelled something at the now
conflicted group of law enforcement and skittish newbie heroes. He had long since tuned the
asshole out. He kept his head tilted down, breathing slow and steady, as he calmly repressed
the freak-out his brain wanted to have.
His face was probably looking worryingly blank right now but he’ll deal with the breakdown
later when he’s not being held at knife point.
Minutes passed and Izuku was aware enough to know that Asshole #2 was demanding his
friends to be freed and some money probably, along with safe passage that he was probably
going to be dragged along with to keep, but he was rather done with this whole situation so
he was only vaguely paying attention.
That’s kind of when things got slightly worse, and to this day no one knows whether they
could claim that it was only for the villains involved.
Asshole #2 had started shouting angrily, body tense and shaking. Then, they started gesturing
wildly with the non-knife holding hand. This had the fortunate (or unfortunate) side effect of
causing the knife to be jerked away from his neck by half a foot. The timing was impeccable,
really. Izuku will to this day claim that his next actions were justified, if a bit brutal. The rest
of his classmates just deadpan at him every time.
With a wild gesture that brought his non-knife (left) hand closer to his face, Izuku was struck
by a sudden and intense urge that he acted upon the moment it sparked in his brain. Hundreds
of times being told to take every opportunity you can in a fight by Aizawa has drilled ‘react
on instinct and nothing is too far with your life on the line’ into his head. He leaned forward
towards the offending limb, opened his mouth, and bit the bastard's hand.
Now, let's take a moment to remember the beginning of this story. You know, the part where
it was explained that Izuku has a larger jaw then quirked people due to his wisdom teeth?
Well, his larger jaw also comes with the added effect of being stronger than those of quirked
people.
Now, do you also remember that vague fact that was tossed around the internet for awhile?
The one about how the strength of your jaw is actually a lot more impressive than you think?
That also described a certain action being as ‘easy as biting carrots’? If so, then what
happened next really shouldn’t come as a surprise.
Izuku bit the bastard’s finger fueled by adrenaline and pure feral energy driven by his current
mindset being geared for survival. What he didn’t expect, was to bite two of the fingers on
that non-knife hand clean off with a crunch that cemented his new distaste for carrots for the
foreseeable future.
Jumping out of the Assholes hold, he dashed over to the barricade with One for All sparkling
and snapping around him like an electric shield. The scene erupted into chaos the minute the
howls of a man who just had his fingers fucking bitten off reached their ears. Izuku ran until
he was forced to stop by two warm hands on his shoulders and his quirk cut off in a way that
was steadily becoming an instantaneous way to recognize Aizawa-sensei’s presence.
Finally letting himself calm down enough to feel the fingers still in his fucking mouth, he spat
the offending appendages out along with a few more coughs to get rid of the excess blood
while leaning heavily into the sturdy warmth of his homeroom teacher. He will be mortified
by this later, but for now? Expelling the disgusting taste in his mouth was a much more
important concern.
He felt a solid thump against his back as Aizawa helped him get through the worst of it,
another thing to be horrified and embarrassed about later, before a solid palm on his head
brought his attention up to meet Aizawa’s gaze. Izuku was almost sent choking again, this
time from emotion, as he saw pride gleaming in his teacher's eyes.
“Good fucking job, Problem Child," Aizawa firmly praised, "There is no such thing as
fighting dirty, just?"
“...just fighting to survive,” Izuku finished, a small smile that was probably coming across
more as a grimace made its way onto his face. He did feel slightly better about chomping the
guys fingers off now though. Aizawa was weirdly good at doing that despite despising
emotional situations. He was brought out of his musing by a warm hand gently guiding him
towards the nearest EMT.
He was ready to be cleared, go home to the dorms, take a shower, and fall asleep for a small
coma and deal with all of his incoming breakdowns tomorrow. Hound dog was probably
going to get a kick out of this during their session on Monday.
(Both of them were too caught up in their mission to get to the nearest medic to really notice
the terrified looks on the nearby police officers faces.)
Extra chapter for those who asked :)
The ride back to the dorms of UA was completely silent.
The soon to be class 3-A were too shocked, or maybe dumbfounded would suit their current
state better, to make much conversation on the train ride home. Their brains played the last 4
hours on a consistent loop with crystal clear quality in their heads. Midoriya- their sweet,
adorable, sunshine personified, innocent Midoriya- was currently passed out on their teachers
shoulder as the man kept his eyes cracked open for any potential threats. The teen had passed
out the second the train had begun to move so they were left stewing in their brains as
millions of questions begged to be asked despite none of them wanting the answers.
What do you even start with when confronted with what they saw mere minutes ago?
They had gone out for fun, to relax after a stressful week as heroes in training. They should
have known something would happen. They really should have known. Their nickname was
literally “UA’s cursed class A”. Even better, the last time they went out as a whole group,
Shigaraki had decided to surprise them like an unwanted elf on a shelf as he used his danger
hands to place a dark bruised imprint on Midoriya. Again, the class marveled at Midoriya’s
trouble magnet capabilities. If it weren’t for the knowledge that Aizawa-sensei had already
had him tested for a secondary quirk or quirk effect, they would’ve assumed he really did
have a quirk that attracted trouble.
But enough about the possibilities on how exactly Midoriya always finds trouble, what was
really a concern was whatever the hell happened in the past 4 hours.
Once they arrived at the dorms, Aizawa-sensei had carried Midoriya up the steps to his room
to place him there since the teen deserved the sleep. Something they all unanimously decided
to keep silent about if Midoriya ever asked since it was a guaranteed way to get him deathly
embarrassed and extremely horrified.
Watching their teacher leave, the entire class found themselves rooted to the spot in the
common room. All of them making quick glances around the room at their fellow classmates.
It wasn’t until Kaminari spoke up that the silence ended.
“So, What the fuck was that?”
“Kaminari!!!!” Iida reprimanded. “Please refrain from vulgar language! As a hero in
training-”
“Iida, dude, I understand that you only wish to help us, but seeing Midoriya do…. that…
warrants a little profanity.”
Iida’s mouth, which had been stuck open from being interrupted, promptly snapped shut. His
face pinched as his moral code battled with his complete understanding of what Kaminari
was referencing.
It really was a surprise for them all to see Midoriya do that.
“It was a little jarring,” Yaoyorozu piped in from the middle of the pack, “I didn’t even know
the human body was capable of…” She loosely gestured with a hand, waving it in the air
slightly as she trailed off.
Not that she needed to even say it for them to understand.
“I don’t think it is, Kero, Izuku has a strength augmentation quirk doesn’t he?” Asui added in
her usual deadpanned fashion.
“He wasn’t using it though?” Uraraka added a little hesitantly. “There wasn’t any green
electricity and his eyes weren’t glowing like they do when he does?”
Once more, the class was struck silent. All of them question just how exactly Midoriya was
capable of doing what he does. But, with the person who had all the answers passed out for
the next few hours, they were left with more and more questions with no answer in sight.
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The entire League of Villains all stared at the computer screen that Toga had dragged into the
bar that evening to show them a gif. None of them were expecting, or really believing, what
they were seeing on the screen.
Playing on loop, obviously recorded from the side lines behind a police barrier by a civilian's
phone, was a gif of what had happened in the weekend market. The news articles had only
specified that it was UA hero students involved, like usual, but nothing about what had
exactly happened and so Toga went to investigate.
When the insane and blood thirsty teen had come back with literal hearts in her eyes, they
didn’t know what to think.
Whatever they did come up with, it certainly wasn’t anything close to this.
Tomura stared at the replaying gif, his red eyes burning a hole into the screen as an
unfamiliar feeling of dread did it’s best to crawl up his spine. He was vaguely aware of Toga
waxing poetry about the beauty of blood and that specific hero-in-training that always
seemed to mess everything up. Dabi was cackling on the floor, bloody tears raining down his
face as his body seeked to release the emotions he was feeling but was too fucked up to cry
like normal. Twice was watching Toga like she held the world in her hands and
simultaneously deleted all of his video game saved files. Compress looked like he was
incredibly amused and Kurogiri was just polishing glasses, studiously not facing the
computer screen.
Tomura was just stuck staring at the now viral gif of Midoriya Izuku- the hero-in-training
Deku and Tomura’s #1 pain in the ass- completely biting two fingers off of a villain that had
decided to hold him hostage. The wide emerald eyes that always seemed so nervous yet
determined every time they faced down were filled with uncharacteristic feral energy that set
him on edge. The image only furthered the uncomfortable feeling in his gut when those eyes
were paired with the animalistic action the teen had taken. Suddenly, and violently, he was
reminded of the time he had gone and personally visited him.
He will never admit, even under torture, that he felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief
that he hadn’t allowed his hand anywhere near that feral child's mouth.
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It wasn’t until three days after the Incident™ that Midoriya had explained how he was able to
bite the villain's fingers off. This snowballed into explaining that he was a late bloomer,
thankfully one for all stayed a secret though Aizawa-sensei did end up dragging it out of him
in private (Yagi-san had a newfound respect and fear of his coworker after facing the feral
protective side of the hero Eraserhead) , which also led to a longer talk that ended in many
tears. Though they were good tears, Midoriya had never felt as loved as he did then. (If his
squad decided to go extra hard on Bakugo for the next few weeks of Hero practical’s, then at
least the teen admitted to getting better and understanding he was in the wrong and that the
anger was well deserved.)
Two more days after explaining everything, Midoriya discovered he was trending. His last
move of biting the villains fingers off forever immortalized as a gif on the internet for years
to come. It had sent him into mortified hysterics. How did he find this gif set when he doesn’t
really use social media for anything besides hero news updates? The class A group chat had
decided to use the gif as a reaction image whenever talking about something that annoyed
them.
Todoroki had even used the gif to explain his feelings on one of Endeavors recent interviews
on upcoming Hero’s in the rankings.
The Remake Is Done!
I finished the remake sweethearts :D
You can find it on my page under "All Bite And No Bark 2.0"
I hope y'all enjoy :)))
-CC
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