A Fall from Grace, and His Rise from Disgrace

Handy

  Izuku and Aizawa slumped tiredly into the support department. Aizawa did the slumping and tired, while Izuku actually went through the door without falling asleep.

  "Ah, Mask, you're right on time!" Powerloader called.

  Izuku grinned.

  "I can't wait to see what you've been doing with Nezu for the last two months!" He replied.

  Izuku did not want to be known by his mother's maiden name, and Aizawa didn't have actual, documented, official custody of him, so he couldn't change his legal name. Nobody was comfortable just tossing Izuku's given name about, as he was still pretty new to the UA 'family' (Present Mic) or 'madhouse' (Aizawa).

  That is why Izuku just went by Mask to anyone and everyone, minus Aizawa. And Nezu, because he was an animal, and didn't really care about human niceties.

 
  Powerloader laughed, and pulled a shiny metal case off of the shelf behind his desk.

  "This is probably the best thing I've ever built. You won't get another like this anywhere!"

  Izuku opened the case and stopped dead.

  Nezu entered the room and stood at Powerloader's side as Izuku stared at the contents.

  It was an arm. A really fucking cool metal arm.

  It was a deep green, identical to his mask, with a dull sheen. In all honesty.. it looked like an arm. It wasn't really bulky or super thin, the fingers weren't square or overly rounded. It matched his exact measurements, and could be extended and adjusted as his body grew.

  Powerloader chuckled, pulling out a list.

  "Alright, here's all the features and mechanics and such. So, the arm will grow with you. It's built to be adjusted and the inside padding can be receded when your stump grows. The entire thing is fire, water, blast, shock and acid proof. It's resistant to electricity and drastic change in temperature. Once it's attached, only you, Recovery Girl or I can remove it. It'll just slide right off your shoulder when you need to go to sleep, just give it a tug. With us so far?" He said.

  Izuku nodded, still staring at the masterpiece in the case.

  "It's resistant against blades, and has a special 'feeling' function on the palm and inside of the fingers. You can eject and retract a blade, flamethrower and crossbow from the wrist, outer forearm and inner forearm respectively. You can open up the palm and shoot plasma blasts, like that old, pre quirk movie hero. It's got a few other functions, like a grappling hook, dart fingers, it's got a computer brain for hacking, a blade in the elbow for jabbing, claws in the fingers that can eject and retract, a shield function and finally a self-destruct for stalemates. Or if you just need some kind of bomb." Nezu finished.

  Meanwhile, Powerloader had shown Izuku how to put the arm on and take it back off. It worked similarly to the mask, although was much more secure.

  "It connects to the nerve endings in your stump and arranges its own signals accordingly. Let it calibrate for a minute or two, then it's good for the rest of your life. It'll remember for next time you put it on, and should only need a few seconds then." Powerloader said.

  The arm beeped, and Izuku lifted his right arm, flexing the fingers. They responded perfectly and precisely to Izuku's thoughts.

  He really did cry this time.

  "Thank you Powerloader, Nezu.. this is incredible.. it's like I never lost my arm.." he said.

  "Now that you've got your other arm, we can move on to quirkless combat. You've pretty much mastered your quirk, so we just need to work on fighting style." Aizawa said.

  Izuku nodded quickly, wiping the tears away.

  Izuku thanked the heroes again, then left alongside Aizawa, heading to the gym.

  Izuku was sitting in Nezu's office, clicking the mechanics in his arm nervously.

  He was clicking out 'help help help..' in Morse code.

  Nezu chuckled, closing his laptop.

  "It's alright Izuku, I haven't brought you here to reprimand you for anything. I just wanted to ask which entrance exam you want to take?" He asked.

  Izuku sighed, scratching his mask's cheek with his metal hand.

  "I'd like to take the regular entrance exam. If I take the recommended exam then I'd probably run into Izumi. I'm not ready to face her yet.." he said.

  Nezu nodded, making a mark on a piece of paper.

  "Katsuki Bakugo will be present at the open exam. The offer to bar him still stands you know. Both you and we have every right to do so."

  Izuku shook his head.

  "No, I want him to be there when I reveal myself. I want to show him that I wasn't so useless after all. And don't stop All Might or Viridian Storm from teaching here either. Their experience and strength will be of great help to everyone here, including myself."

  Nezu sighed, but understood his reasoning.

  "I enjoy the long game as much as anyone.. but I'm not comfortable with someone like Bakugo attending his dream school Scot free. UA has a zero bullying policy. I won't bar or expell him, but he will get a warning. If he pulls anything like he did to you, that's it for him."

  Izuku nodded.

  "I agree. It's not worth letting others get hurt by him just for my petty revenge."

  Nezu smiled, making another note on a new document.

  "That will be all Mr Mask. Thank you for coming."

  Izuku got up from his seat, laughing quietly.

  "Thank you principal Nezu sir. This meeting was vital to our continued partnership." He whispered.

  Nezu almost cackled.

  "Operation: Get Them!!"

  Izuku exhaled sharply through his nose, a grin on his silent lips.

  *Operation Katsuki Bakuhoe, Ass Might and Inkno.* He signed.
 

  The teachers of UA shivered in fear, a chill running down their spines.

  "Problem child and Nezu are plotting again.." Aizawa muttered in amusement.