||My Immortality|| Boku No Hero Academia x Male R

Chapter 2: Life

It was the start of school and a certain ash blonde was making his way to class at the U.A. The morning was cold so he wore a scarf along with a jean jacket over his uniform. When he got inside he took off his scarf and shoved it into his pocket and could see the doorway of the classroom in sight. His eyebrows furrowed at the view of his fellow classmates huddled around the doorway. Bakugou neared a familiar redhead that was in the back of the huddle and cleared his throat to get their attention, which he did.
“What the fuck is going on? Why is everyone not in the class yet?” He questioned the other male with a scowl.
“Some chick is in their. We think she’s a new student.” Kirishima replied.
The words “new student” acted like a dog whistle for Bakugou because he then pushed himself harshly to the front of the doorway to get a look at them. Once he got to the front he saw the new student sitting in the back of the classroom with earphones in and a book in hand. They had long (h/c) hair that was neatly situated into a single braid that lied on their shoulder. Their eyes were a dull (e/c) and their skin was a pale (s/c).
“That’s not a girl dumbass.” He commented.
“What? How do you know?!” Kirishima peared from behind him.
“He’s wearing the boys uniform you twat.” Bakugou snapped back.
“That is a boy and he is our new student.” A new voice added. The class turned around to see their teacher Eraserhead standing there with a folder.
“His name is (M/n) (L/n) and as of today he is your new classmate from America.” He finished. Tenya closed the door and they now huddled around their teacher flooding him with questions. The class asked him questions like why they let him in after the entrance exam,what was his quirk, how strong is he, and someone asked how he got his hair so long which was probably from Ochako.
“We let him in early because his quirk makes him an asset for the hero industry and passed the entrance exam like the rest of you.” Aizawa vaguely answered.
“Well if he took the entrance exam how many points did he get?” Izuku asked.
“Umm, last time I checked it was about 106.” Aizawa murmured which caused the group of students in front of him jaws dropped and an explosion quirk user to go into a state of shock. Mostly because the highest score anyone in their class has gotten was a 60 and that was Bakugou.
“Well damn! What kind of quirk does this guy have?” Kaminari exalted out of group.
“His quirk has been filed as classified. The only thing that we are able to tell you is that it is a mutant quirk.” Aizawa answered vaguely again.
“Why?” Tenya questioned.
“The reason why wasn’t really clear just that his quirk isn’t something that can be shared publicly at the time. Now get inside before he thinks he’s in the wrong class.” Aizawa pushed the class inside but the new student still didn’t notice them. Everyone had gotten in their seats and he was still zoned out in his book. It wasn’t until Aizawa walked in front of his desk and snapped his fingers in front of his face tell (M/n) was aware of everyone's presents.
“You shouldn’t zone out like that in school. Now, would you like to introduce yourself?” Aizawa stood next to him as (M/n) took a stand by his desk.
“My name is (M/n) (L/n). I’m from america. I like music. That is all.” He then sat back down and put his hands together on the top of his desk as everyone began to once again stare at him.
“Alright then, let’s move on to our lesson for the day.” Aizawa announced as he walked up the board and started to write on the subject at hand.
(M/n) stared at the board with wide eyes and expressionless features unlike the rest of the class who wrote down what was being written on the board. Well everyone except Bakugou who was staring with eyes filled with fire at the new male. The other could only stir uncomfortably in his seat.
After class it was time for lunch and (M/n) was packing up his things while getting what he needed for lunch. By the time he was done everyone had already left. So he took a breath and headed to the lunch room. He didn’t put up his bag like everyone else but just kept the leather messenger bag with him. When he got to the lunchroom he decided to sit in a corner booth with his back against the wall.
Putting in earphones once again he pulled out his book and continued to read and avoid the weird looks others were giving him. He drowned out the volume of the lunchroom to an x-ambassador song and focused on his book as best he could. Even though he had not developed a bad reputation of any sorts people were still weary of him. Avoiding him like the plague but no real reason why.
Across the lunchroom a green haired boy watched the sight with empathy. Even though (M/n) looked perfectly content with his situation Midoriya could only feel sad for the way people were treating him. He was an outsider, but he wasn’t a bad person. He could tell by the way he presented himself. Like the way he talked in what was barely louder than a whisper and the way he held himself. The male walked like he was in a china shop and didn’t want to break anything.
“Deku? Is there something wrong?” Ochako asked holding her tray in hand. The sudden question caught Midoriya off guard and he almost tossed his tray up.
“Oh me? Its nothing! I was just a little out of focused.” he tried to brush it off as nothing, but when he calmed down he continued to stare at (M/n.
“I wonder why everyone is avoiding him.” He muttered, which got the attention of Ochako and Tenya who just now got his tray and joined them. They both looked where their friend was looking and understood what he was talking about.
“Well, why don’t we go sit with him?!” Ochako gleefully asked as she started to walk over to (M/n).
“We might wanna hurry because Bakugou is heading over there like a wild bull.” Tenya pointed out and got Midoriya’s attention.
“Oh no.” Was all he could say.
As Tenya said Bakugou charged at the sitting (M/n) like a runaway train and made an abrupt stop in front of him. (M/n) could feel the heat in front of him and looked up from his book and pulled out one earphone so he could hear.
“May I help you?” he quietly questioned.
“How about you tell me how the hell you got 106 points on the damn entrance exam!” Bakugou barked.
“I-I shot everything I saw and made sure I only used one bullet for each.” (M/n) stuttered.
“What do you mean you shot!?” Bakugou shouted at him.
“I used pistols.” (M/n) simply told. Bakugou then picked (M/n) by the collar and pulled him right up to his face. (M/n) held no expression at this action while Bakugou held an even more aggressive scowl than before. Seeing this Midoriya, Tenya, and Ochako were sprinting to the rescue with trays in hand trying not to spill the contents.
“Don’t think for one second think that I won’t blow you to pieces. I am going to the number one hero from this school. You better not get in my damn way or else I-” Suddenly a loud SLAP could be heard and the entire lunchroom went quite. Bakugou’s cheek was red and had released (M/n) from his grip. Everyone was now looking at them.
“Do not ever talk to me like that.” (M/n) adjusted his braid and packed his book in his bag and began to walk away.
“GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!!” Bakugou yelled reaching for the back of the others head with a combusting palm. Before it could make contact (M/n) spun around and lifted his leg then coiled it around the attacking hand causing Bakugou to be immobile. (M/n) stared into his eyes with his dull (e/c) ones.
“I don’t fear you and there is nothing that you can do that will make me.” He spoke in a low commanding voice when he stated this. His face proved that he had no fear towards the other. The leg tightened around Bakugou’s arm causing him to cringe in pain. Then the leg released the arm before kicking him square in the chest sending him back a few meters.
As (M/n) walked away Kaminari and Kirishima ran to Bakugou’s aid on the floor. “Dude, you just got owned.” Kaminari muttered.
“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugou yelled at him.
“This is why you shouldn’t pick fights with everyone you see. You never know who’s a ninja.” Kirishima remarked.
“He’s not a damn ninja hair for brains! Don’t be a bigger dumbass then you already are!” The ash haired male snapped.
No one stopped (M/n) from leaving the cafeteria with his bag in hand. He silently walked down the halls and into the boy restroom. Checking the stalls to make sure he was alone he sat in a in stall and locked the door behind him. He knelt down over the toilet bowl and sat his bag on the side before he pulled out a small razor blade.
(M/n) rolled up the sleeve to his left arm and held over the bowl. He then made two long lines down his forearm with the blade and watched as blood quickly cascaded out before the wounds closed up seconds later. The blood left over on his arm dripped into the bowl of water staining it red. He did it again and again until the water was as red as his arm.
The boy then pulled out some toilet paper and cleaned of his arm and the blade before stashing it back in his bag. Flushing the toilet to get rid of the mess he proceeded sit on the toilet as he pulled out his silver window surface book and opened it up on his lap.
He opened up his email to find two unread emails. One was from his father and the other was from an unknown email address. The one from his father was some documents he needed to sign to confirm his green card in Japan which was something he can do later. He moved onto the other one to find it was just a link.
When he clicked on the link it opened to a page with a vague message on it. “Are you sure?” it read with a dancing scalpel next to it. (M/n) stared at the message knowing the meaning to it. He hovered of the box that said no before taking a breath and clicking the “Yes” box. Then an address replaced the message and (M/n) quickly wrote it down.
When he finished he put up his laptop and got ready to exit the bathroom because lunch was ending until he heard the door open.
“Can you believe that freak took down that class 1-A asshole?” a hoarse male voice said.
“Well someone had to do it before I could.” Another commented.
“Oh please, like you have the balls to stand up to that psycho.” a new replied.
At this moment (M/n) opened the stall door revealing his presence to the three boys. One had short blonde hair with a piercing in his right eyebrow. Then there was a redhead with dog ears and the other was a brunette with white out eyes. (M/n) spared them no glance and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
Once he got there the three other males surrounded him and stood uncomfortably close.
“I gotta say, never seen a guy with hair as long as yours. You sure you not a girl?” One said pushing themselves up against (M/n).
“Yeah, why don’t we see if we can get that figure of yours in a skirt.” The brunette whispered.
“You're probably one of those crossdressing queers right? Doesn’t matter. I feel like we could still have some fun with you.” (M/n) finished washing his hands and went to dry them of as the guys blocked the door. He then turned around silent and with a blank face and approached the one in the middle which was the blond.
“You want some fun?” (M/n) asked which received a nod from the blonde. (M/n) tilted his head with a small smile before he punched the blonde in the throat causing him to fall backwards. The dog eared one threw a punch which (M/n) caught before kicking the brunette in the stomach. He then pulled the redheads arm around his back and knocked his head in the wall knocking him out.
“Well, I had fun.” (M/n) announced a loud to the three groaning boys who lied in pain on the floor. He picked up the bag that he sat down and stepped over the boys to exit the restroom.
The next class for (M/n) was his hero class. He and the rest of the class was told to put on their gym clothes and meet in the gym. When everyone got to the gym they had saw that the there was a  fighting cage in the middle suggesting that this is going to be a form of combat training.
“Ok class! Today we are going to train our fighting skills in the off chance we are in an environment that we can’t use our quirks. So when you are against someone larger than you and stronger than you physically.” All Might announced.
The rules were pretty simple, pin down the opponent no matter what. Easy enough. Students began to go up and fight, Midoriya did pretty could because he trained a lot in fighting to make up for him not being able to use his quirk. Bakugou also did good even though he really wish he could use his quirk to make it more ‘fun’.
The last fight was between (M/n) and Shouji. Shouji was a full foot and a half taller than (M/n) so he wasn’t quite sure about fighting him. Even though All Might had reassured him that (M/n) could handle the challenge. They both took their place in the cage and got ready to fight.
“Let’s try to have fun okay.” the dupli-arm Shouji said with a friendly tone.
“Then don’t hold back.” (M/n)’s voice dripping with confidence in the empty stare he had on him. The bell rang and Shouji was the first to make a move as he raised his arms to bring down on (M/n), but his delivery was to slow and (M/n) roundhouse kicked him in the stomach. The force from the hit brought him to a knee which gave (M/n) the opportunity wrap his legs around Shouji’s neck.
(M/n) tightened the constriction on Shouji’s neck to knock him out but he was able stand with (M/n) on his shoulders. He tugged on (M/n), trying to get him off but the male had an iron clad grip on him. So the multi armed student did the only thing he could. He jumped up and landed all his force on (M/n). He came down like a house of bricks on him and everyone could hear his bones break.
Shouji got off of him quick and everyone except All Might rushed to the cage.
“Is he still alive!?”
“Doesn’t look like.”
Shouji got close to the unresponsive male on the ground to make sure he didn’t over do it. He was proven when he received a strong kick in the head causing him to go out cold. (M/n) stood up with not even a scratch on him and All Might declared him the winner. He dismissed himself as everyone watched in awe as he walked out like nothing happened.
After that school was pretty much over and everyone was heading back to their dorms. (M/n) was exiting his dorm in his casual wear, a pair of black converse, blue jeans, and a black denim hooded jacket. His braid was undone and his hair was parted on both side of his shoulders. Right as he was leaving his dorm he ran into no other than the friendly redhead Kirishima.
“Hey (M/n)! That was so cool how you fought Shouji early and how you played dead for a sneak attack! We all thought you were dead for a second..” He says.
“Oh, yeah thanks. You were good to. Um… how’s Bakugou?” (M/n) questioned while fiddling with the ends of his hair.
“Huh? Oh yeah! That whole ninja thing you did to him earlier. He’s fine. Just doesn’t like people showing him up.” Kirishima thought back to the times Bakugou almost killed Izuku on the first and second day of school.
“That’s good.” (M/n) said with a slight smile, “Well I have somewhere I’m needed to be so I guess I will see you around.”
“Yeah, sure!” Kirishima waved goodbye to the male and disappeared into his dorm. (M/n) had no other run ins on the way out which was good for him. He didn’t want to be followed since he was going to a shady part of town.
He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket that had the address on it and looked at the location in front of him. His hooded figure examined the dark alleyway and saw the rusted metal door and decided that that was it. Making his way over to the entrance he knocked lightly on the door and it quickly opened.
A Tall skinny man with thin black hair and a sharp jaw looked down at the shorter male with his violet eyes. He wore a white lab coat, that of what a doctor would wear, and black pants with brown loafers. “Ah! So you really did come. Come in, come in. You are by one of my youngest suppliers yet.” He said escorting (M/n) in.
The room looked of that of an operating room with a bathtub in the middle of the room instead of a operating table. (M/n) stood by a chair as the “doctor” set tray full of medical tools next to the tub. He then set two coolers beside the tub that was filled with ice along with a chair.
“Now, strip please. Don’t want to get your clothes all bloody right?” He said in an oddly gleeful way. Nevertheless (M/n) complies stripping to nothing but his bare skin while tying his hair up and proceeds to sit in the tub.
“Are you sure you don’t want anaesthesia?” The young doctor asked.
(M/n) nodded his head no, “They wouldn’t work on me anyways.” The doctor shrugged the decision off as nothing and handed the (h/c) haired male a scalpel. (M/n) lined his fingers on the left side of his waist before making a large incision across the area. Sticking four of his fingers in he held the wound open long enough for the Doctor to give him a pair of clamps that he inserted into the wound.
Stirring the clamps around causing blood to flow out his body like a waterfall (M/n) clamped down on something. Once he did he squeezed the clamp and grudgingly pulled his own kidney out. He handed it to the doctor handled the kidney and put it in the cooler as (M/n) proceeded to do the same thing on his other side.
By the time he was finished (M/n) was exhausted, naked, and covered in his own blood from the waist down. The Doctor pulled out a shower head after he successfully stored the two organs. He began to wash the boy off with cold water and blood was washing off his body and down the drain. (M/n) could only sit there as he waited for his body to regenerate his blood and kidneys back as his wounds already closed.
Once he had enough energy he dried himself off, refusing the doctor to do it for him, and began to dress himself in his clothes.
“Two kidneys two million yen each, that four million total kid.” The doctor said giving him an envelope stocked with large bills. (M/n) counted it real quick before taking a portion and shoving it in his pocket and putting the rest in his inside jacket pocket. He put on his hoodie and adjusted it to the way it was before and left the doctor who gave a “Pleasure doing buisness with you.” as he left.
The time was about eleven p.m. and the night was pitch black except for the oncoming cars and street lights. (M/n) walked the streets with his hands in his pockets and his head down. Suddenly he stopped in front of an apartment complex mailbox and pulled out a key. He used the key to unlock one of the boxes and put his envelope of money in it before locking it up again.
(M/n) left the scene as fast and casual as possible so he wouldn’t be seen. Once he was out of sight he proceeded back to the U.A. When the school was in sight he saw a familiar looking male standing at the entrance to the dorms.
“Students aren’t supposed to be out this late.” Aizawa called to (M/n) as he tried to avoid him.
“I had business.”  (M/n) replied.
“Still a curfew. We need to talk.” The teacher ominously stated.
“About what?” The younger male questioned standing in front of him.
“ About three students you assaulted in the boys restroom.”
“They started it. The called me a crossdressing queer and from what I could get from the situation is that they wanted to “have fun” with me if I wanted to or not. I simply gave them my answer.” (M/n) said aggressively told him.
“Yeah, we have gotten reports and complaints of them trying to do things with students who fit their “preferences” but it's not just that. You got into physical disputes with four other students and I am telling you you need to stop.” Aizawa stated.
“Stop what? Defending myself? It’s not my fault they wanted to attack me! I was just trying to show that I am not a pushover!” (M/n) shouted in Aizawa’s face which made him slightly agitated.
“You can’t just fight the people you see as a problem to you.” Aizawa growled getting infuriated by his students actions.
“Yeah, Your right. I’ll just wait until they die! Because I am going to outlive everyone else on this earth so lucky fucking me!” (M/n) yelled out loud as he barged past Aizawa showing he was done with this conversation.
Aizawa wanted to discipline that boy but remembered what his dad said. “He is dealing with a lot of stuff right now. The therapist I sent him two says that he might have bipolar depression so watch out for mood swings. Just please be patient.” The U.A was taking a big risk accepting a student with mental health issues. But when they can bring people back from the dead and help heal most wounds. It was a risk they were going to have to take.