Prompt: Izuku gets drafted into the military, unwillingly. He decides fuck and raises a little hell to get kicked out. Unfortunately, it isn't easy as he thinks
This is from my Discord, and yeah, it needs some explaining.
If we are going to do our current Izuku, he would not be allowed because of age and a missing arm. This doesn't even include the other shit that could be holding him back.
Overall, this isn't possible.
HOWEVER!
We are going to do it with a twist. You'll see in the story, but hopefully, this isn't too hard.
Izuku is missing his arm, but he can wear his robotic arm for long periods of time. He is aged up to 18 as that is the legal age to be drafted here in America. Also, he is just about to graduate.
Also, I know nothing about the military. If something is inaccurate, feel free to call me out and inform me.
After writing: Hopefully, I did this prompt justice.
Warnings: Angst

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Earlier, Nezu asked me to come to his office, so here I am!

I enter his office to hear a sharp tone,

"Izuku is already putting his life on the line as a hero, an above and underground hero. Why does he have to do this? Nobody else is being drafted here, so why is he?" As it turns out, it's Shouta. Also, drafted? What? Mom is here as well with a tissue in her hand, so she has been crying.

Nezu sighs, "Let me explain everything with Izuku- ah, just who I needed! Izuku, come here and see this."

I walk over to his table where I see a card on the table: more specifically, a draft card with my name.

Currently, we are at war with China for spreading around a virus, and this is the first round of draftees. However, I shouldn't be included as I am in a government job and I am missing an arm for Christ sakes, especially the first draft unless...

"Do you have any idea why you are being drafted?" Nezu asks.

"It's because I'm quirkless, ain't it? They ignore your job and all that jazz?"

"Correct. Now, I have tried to convince them otherwise as you are a valuable asset, but nobody is listening. Even the Hero Commission is trying, but they can't stop somebody from being drafted." Immediately, I can feel the anger bubbling inside of me.

"This is bullshit! They see how much of an influence I am now, and they disregard it just because of genetics?! Oh, your work is nothing when we can just sacrifice you to a goddamn war! Natural selection, bitch!"

Shouta leans forward, "There has to be something we can do."

Nezu shakes his head, "I'm afraid not. Unless Izuku wants to become illegal, he has to do this." This is trash.

JUST WHEN I AM GETTING MORE APPROVAL, SOMEBODY HAS TO TAKE IT AWAY AGAIN!

Suddenly, Shouta is in front of me grabbing my shoulders, "Breath." I take a deep breath, but that doesn't stop the anger.

I still have shit to do, though. I look past Sho at Nezu, "When am I needed?"

"Next week. I am giving you a break to get ready."

"Thank you. Say, how badly do I have to fuck up to get kicked out?" I see a glint in Nezu's eye, meaning he wants me to start shit.

"I don't know, but I welcome you to try." I nod as I remove myself from Shouta grips, quickly hug Mom, and head out to get ready.

After beating up Kacchan, of course.

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We are outside of the station that takes me.

Mom hugs me tightly as she cries heavily, "Please don't die on me! You need to survive this for us and others!"

"I mean, it isn't on the to-do list to die," I mutter.

Nemuri is the next one to get me, "Start shit, got it, Zuku? Maybe pick up at mate while your there."

"Uh, no."

Then, Hizashi pulls me into a suffocating hug while sobbing, "Please be safe, alright Izu?"

I slowly nod against him.

Finally, Shouta holds me close, not tightly, but close and gentle while running a hand through my hair, "Be careful." I lean on him for a moment.

"I got this shit." I feel a whack upside the head, but he keeps me there until it's time to come.

With final good-byes, it's time for the government to come to regret their decisions.

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"Midoriya Izuku, I've heard about you! Such a troublesome little brat, but you have the right mind for this!" One of the higher-ups snark as he looks down at me.

"Shove that sarcasm up your dick," I snap back with a smile.

"100 push-ups! Now! We do not tolerate disrespect here!" Like that benefits you when UA puts me through so much worst!

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"LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX BABY, LET'S TALK ABOUT-"

"ONE THOUSAND PUSH-UPS! I CAN TELL YOU ARE GOING TO BE A TROUBLESOME BRAT!"

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"Midoriya, you will be leading this attack."

"Wait, what? I have no experience for this shit."

"Figure it out. You're the most intelligent here, possibly in the military. All deaths will fall on you."

"Damn, great to know."

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I stand in front of my troops as I face the enemy.

I can feel my heart pounding. I would never attack like this. I chose the hero path because you can get away with what you want. In war, you have war rules.

I am trembling. Every person that dies is going to be lasting on my conscious.

I want to drop. We didn't have a choice in this. No matter what I did, they kept me here.

I want to give up.

However, someone has to do it, and I rather it be me. Nobody else deserves this on their mind but me.

"MOVE FORTH!"