Story name: Izuku ashura

Description: The Ashura demon. The name was given to the terror of the underground fighting scene. What if this fighter peaked nezu's interest. What if he's surprised that the demon is nothing more than a 18 year old boy? Follow Izuku Midoriya, as he's taken out of the simple life of the ring and into the complicated world of heroes and villains

Shipping: izumomo

Current chapters: only the prologue

Writing style: newer more descriptive

Prologue:

Izuku" What a disappointment"

*izuku thought as he punched the bear man on the face, making him stumble back. Everybody could hear the sound of izuku's opponent's nose being broken. The bear man roared and dashed to izuku, who just kicked the side of his face, sending the bear man to one knee.*

Izuku: This is the best yaoyorozu Inc. has to offer? What a waste of my time. Hey you. Let's end this already so that I can get my free meal

Announcer: You hear that, folks?! The ashura Demon isn't even taking this fight seriously! He's bored by it!

*izuku heard the announcer say far too loudly for his liking. As he turned around and saw the bear man lost in a fit of rage, as he had one arm already in the sky, ready to hit izuku with all his strength. Izuku sighed, disappointed as he side stepped the punch. While he sidestepped, he grabbed the bear man's wrist and used the man's strength and moment right back at him, dislocating the bear man's right arm and twisting it around the opposite direction. Sending the man again to one knee*

Izuku: Are you done?

*izuku asked as he uppercut the man's face with his leg before the bear man could give a response. The kick was so powerful that it lifted the 600-pound man of pure muscles to his feet. But izuku wasn't done, as he slapped the bear man's face with his foot repeatedly until izuku saw the light escape the bear man's eyes.*

Izuku: Yeah. Your done

*izuku said as he turned around, seeing as the match was pretty much over. Izuku looked up to see the patriarch of the yaoyorozu organization looking down at him with a cold, calculated glare. Izuku smirked and kicked. Spin kicked one last kick to the bear man's face, sending him to the ground on his back with a loud thud. Ending the match.*

Announcer: And it's over! The winner and still champion. The demon ashura!

*izuku heard the announcer say, again, much too loud for his licking, finding his voice annoying. Izuku looked down at his opponent with bored eyes. He wasn't even a challenge. All that hype, all that preparation, all that excitement for a real match. And his opponent didn't even last 5 minutes against him. He didn't even have to use any of his other forms for this fight. He blinked and turned around, walking out of the ring, to get something to eat, not knowing he got the attention of someone with real power.*

Nezu: Facinating, don't you think?

Aizawa: Hmm. Why are you asking me? You already made your decision, didn't you?

*Aizawa said with a sigh, as he finished his drink, wondering why he was even here, when he could be home sleeping with his cats on top of him. Nezu chuckled as he nodded in agreement with what aizawa said. Since well, he was Nezu the "Rat God" he long since stopped listening to any authority and just did as he wish.*

Nezu: Quite right. But that doesn't mean I don't value your input

Aizawa: I see a caged tiger, bored in his cage. Do you really want to set him free?

*Aizawa said as he looked at the monitor on top of the ring, where it showed the ashura's stats. And short videos of his fights. The fighter was holding back each fight to make it last longer, Aizawa could tell at least that much. Nezu nodded in agreement, seeing what Aizawa was seeing. The only difference was that Nezu had the knowledge to know what the tiger was hiding.*

Nezu: Very. I see untapped potential being wasted in petty fights. And if what my informant says is true. He's his successor

Aizawa: You say it as if I'm supposed to know who you are talking about. Just come out with it already

*Aizawa said with a shake of his head. Nezu grinned as he got ahead of himself. He adjusted himself in his chair, and Aizawa started to regret having asked. Since he saw the look Nezu was giving him. The look that he's gonna educate someone, oh how it thrilled Nezu when he could educate somebody.*

Nezu: He's the successor of the previous ashura Demon, a title that used to belong to the Tokita bloodline. It is such a fascinating and terrifying family tree. And somehow, this boy who's not from the tokita family was chosen as the next master of Niko style

Aizawa: I'll indulge you. Who are they?

*Aizawa said with a sigh, knowing that Nezu would tell him about them either way. At least this way, he could pretend it was his decision to learn about them. Nezu smiled brightly as he started his very long, almost hour long lecture of the history of one of the most deadliest families to ever exist.*

Nezu: it started many generations ago with the first couple ohma tokita and Kure Karure....

Later, with izuku

Bartender: You know, I think I should start charging you for these meals

Izuku: Rules says that winners eat for free. It's not my fault that these patches of opponents don't have anything interesting to show

*izuku said with an uncaring shrug. we see him eating steak and smashed potatoes with gravy and a side of vegetables. The bartender sighed as he handed izuku plate number 5, and izuku ate it without another word. Just as Izuku was finishing his 5th plate when someone interrupted him from eating, much to his annoyance when he heard someone cough to get his attention, he turned his head around to see two individuals looking at him, one tall looking hobo and one short rat person. Izuku blinked and went back to eating, ignoring them. Nezu didn't take offense to it and sat down opposite of Izuku, giving him a smile.*

Nezu: You know, it's a shame the fight was such a disappointment. Now I don't have an icebreaker for this conversation like "that was a terrific fight."

Izuku: Hmm.

*izuku just grunted in response, as he took another bite of his food, not taking his eyes his plate and  kept eating, hoping these two would just leave him alone, but nezu was persistent. As he raised his hand and the waiter brought another plate of food for izuku, unlike what izuku was eating, this new plate was the most expensive food on the joint*

Nezu: Please. My treat, my way of thanking you, I won quite a bit of money because of you

Izuku:..... What do you want from me?

*Izuku asked. As he finished the plate her ordered himself in on a big bite, combining all the food inside his mouth and swallowing. He put the plate with the rest of the empty plates and grabbed the one this small rodent paid for him. Nezu gave an innocent smile on his face as he spoke.*

Nezu: I'm a fan.

Izuku: bullshit. I can see it in your eyes. You're no different than the sponsors, who looked down at the match at the private area. So again. What do you want? Want me to fight someone you choose?

*izuku said in an uninterested tone as he started to eat his new meal. While in the background, aizawa sat on the bar stool and ordered a drink, this was Nezu's plan not his own, so he has nothing to add to their conversation, but he could at least get drunk on Nezu's dime. Nezu's smile became less happy and more professional.*

Nezu: Hmm. Well, I guess you're not afraid to be reductive. What do I want from you?  I would like you to teach the students of my school

Izuku: No. The Niko style is my style and will only be passed down to my successor

*Izuku said, showing a bit of anger in his tone and expression on his face. Nezu chuckled and waved his hands dismissively. There was a past there, nezu could tell that he unintentionally hit a trigger for the ashura. But he didn't come here for the boy's life story. Oh no. He came for his ability. The ancient fighting style of the Niko style*

Nezu: Oh. No, no, you misunderstand. I'm not asking to share your Niko style. I want all of my students to have different fighting techniques from each other. Unfortunately, all of my students but just a few don't know how to fight properly. They can be creative, and they can use their quirks in the most marvelous of ways. But when it comes to hand to hand combat? A lot of them are vastly under qualified. The war really made me see that

Izuku: I fail to see how that's my problem. Just have a pro hero who can fight good train them instead of me. There are so many other options, so many other better options. So cut the bullshit. Why do you want me?

*Izuku said, not caring about some war. He frankly didn't even know there was a war, but in all honestly, it was because he didn't care enough to look outside the shadows of the underground. Nezu smiled as the interest he's been having for years was finally in front of him, the niko style, the takita bloodline. The family who's said to be able to beat anyone with a quirk. So he couldn't help but let a bit of hia excitement come out of his voice*

Nezu: Because of your unique fighting style. I've read of the Niko style, but I've never seen it in person. I was so excited to see it tonight. Shame I didn't, but that's not the point. So the reason I'm asking for you is because I'm fascinated by your unique ability. So what do you say?

Izuku: Still no. What you're asking is stupid on so many levels, 1. I don't have a teaching license. 2. I don't have a teacher's education, 3 I'm a minor.

*izuku explained the main reason, and the last one was enough for Aizawa to make a spitface,  spitting his drink right at the 6 foot 8 bartender, who looked as if he belonged in Baki Aizawa started to sweat, but the bartender was polite and offered aizawa a napkin for his mouth, aizawa accepted it while apologizing profusely. While nezu was so excited that his brain didn't fully hear what izuku said and spoke before he could fully comprehend them*

Nezu: Oh, don't worry, you can learn on the job, and I'm sorry, what was that last thing you just said?

Izuku: I'm a minor. I turn 18 tomorrow.

*Izuku said with a shrug of his shoulders, as he kept eating the food on his plate, not really understanding why it was so much more expensive, it tasted the same as the cheap one he was eating. But then again, he got it from a bar, so he can't expect much. Nezu's eyes were still wide as his smile disappeared from his face, as he couldn't believe what the ashura said.*

Nezu:.... you're a minor? You are one of the most powerful fighters on the underground, and you're a minor? That's impossible. For that to make sense, you would've had to start fighting in competitions when you were

Izuku: started when I was like 12-13 around that time. Yeah.

*izuku said with another uncaring shrug. As he cut on the last of his meat, he could go in great detail why he started fighting at such a young age. But then again. He didn't want to. He never cared about reminiscing of the past. It's in the past for a reason because it no longer matters. Nezu nodded as another idea of having this boy join his school came to mind.*

Nezu: Hmm. That is quite the unexpected revelation giving your height and build. Then tell me, how would you like a hero license?

Izuku: Thanks for the meal. But I'm done here. And to end this conversation so you don't come to find me again. I don't care about being a hero. I care about where the money for my next meal is gonna be. And my next meal is gonna be in my next fight

*izuku said as he stretched until he heard his bones pop. About the only excitement his bones got this day. Nezu, seeing his chance slipping, try another tactic, appealing to the one thing the ashura seems to have an interest in.*

Nezu: Ah. Yes. Money is such a wonderful thing. Then how about I sponsor you?

Izuku: I'm not looking for any sponsors.

*izuku said with a dismissive wave. He took a pouch of his earnings and tossing a few bills on the table. Nezu noticed how izuku left a frankly ridiculous generous type but didn't pay attention to it.*

Nezu: Quite the stubborn one. I do like that fire of rebellion in you. But what I'm giving you is the same amount of money you get from fights, only it'll be consistent. It'll be weekly. You won't have to question where your next meal will be.

Izuku: And the catch being?

*izuku said, with his arms crossed. Nezu, seeing that he got the boy's attention, returned to a smile as he got up from his chair and walked towards the ashura. A calculating gaze on his expression, that made izuku distrust this rodent. Aizawa, seeing their conversation, was at an end. He paid for his drinks, leaving a big tip for the spit take, and walked to be behind nezu. While nezu never broke gaze with The ashura.*

Nezu: Fight my class of 3rd years, the third year of class A has some of the most powerful future heroes in the making. Beat them, and you'll get paid what I said. Fail? And I'll leave you alone for food. You've got nothing to lose but an afternoon. What do you say?

Izuku:...... I only fight them, studying, papers, whatever the fuck else a teacher does. Someone else will do it instead of me

*izuku said, finally finding the deal agreeable. Nezu gave a bright smile as he gave his little paw to izuku. Izuku shook it and quickly took his hand back, his gut telling him not to trust a single word coming out of this snake's mouth. Nezu just chuckled and gave a nod.*

Nezu: Oh. I'm sure I can work that out. Come along, Aizawa. Let's leave the ashura rest. We'll be expecting you in a weeks time. I don't think I need to tell you where the most popular hero school in the country is, right?

Izuku: I'll be there.

*izuku said as he walked away from the 2 people who interrupted his dinner and walked outside of the building. The match was taking place. He looked up at the sky, seeing the rain start to pour. He sighed, putting his hoodie on and walking away, to find a place to sleep for the night.*