An AU where Izuku commited su¡c¡de after Bakugou told him to jump of the rooftop and hope for a quirk in his next life.

He get's reborn as the heir to an rich family and with an powerfull quirk , he had nothing to be worried about , he visited the best privat schools , had the best grades, the number one in everything , he was the role model and worked hard for it , but no one knew why he worked so hard.

It's because he remembered his past life where he was a quirkless child and he remembered his old bully.

Since he was at the top , it was just a question of time until he would meet the number one hero , and he did , he was at a hero gala with his family , for the debute of the new number one hero , Dynamight.

Since he got to keep his look and name from his past life , it wasn't hard for Bakugou to reconise him as his dead friend.

So when he confronts him after the gala to abologize for his past actions , he wasn't to supprised when Izuku refuses to accept it and want's to be left alone by him , but it hurts more than anything.

oh this in wonderful, get ready for a somewhat long read

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Like Hopper takes him in, and he allows Billy to watch El when he and Joyce have their date nights and then it turns into Billy watching Will AND El during date night, which leads to Billy watching El, Will, and Mike during date nights (with Holly there too because if Jonathon and Nancy are out, them why can’t Ted and Karen be out too! Save your marriage assholes try harder!). So now Billy’s got El, Will, Mike and Holly every other Thursday and well that’s not a complete party is it!

Especially once Karen tells Mrs. Sinclair all about how wonderful date night is and how sweet the Hargrove boy is with their kids. Suddenly Billy’s got El, Will, Mike, Holly, Lucas AND Erica (who takes to him like gas to fire! Which is terrifying for everyone involved). It’s Billy (Holly and Erica because those girls have him whipped) V. 80% of the party most of the time.

Dustin’s got Steve, and they hang out more than Steve’s high school self would have been able to stomach but that means Dustin gets to come over every Thursday too. Once Holly’s down for the night, and El and Erica are off giggling about whatever girl things had caught their interest that week, and the boys are shouting at each other over planning the newest campaign (they have other interests now too but DND is there game!) Steve and Billy get to sneak off to Billy’s room and makeout for a bit. Which they’ve only be caught doing twice, thank yoy very much!

But the whole time Max is fuming. She’s so pissed. Every morning Billy drives up to her house, El already tucked into the back seat, more often then not with Will along side her, he still gives her a ride but it’s different. It’s so different. Every other Friday morning Billy rolls up, glowing, like GLOWING, like Max needs to buy snow goggles or she’s go blind glowing. El and Will are still yawning, quiet as they chatter softly about what they all did the night before and Max has to sit and pout in the front listening to them go on and on and on. It doesn’t help that when they pull up to the high school Billy slides out to and makes sure El has lunch, and her bag before hugging her close before sending her off.

Max hates it. Billy was her brother first.

And eventually she snaps.

They’re all together at the lake, it’s summer once more and everyone’s exhausted from their first year in high school. Billy’s got Steve tucked into his side as they lazily watch Mike push El on the tire swing. Billy a little on edge the harder Mike’s newly aquired muscles work, El screams happily as she soars through the air but Billy doesn’t stop worrying. Mike gives one last hard shove and El’s head almost collides with a low hanging branch. Billy’s up and marching over before he can stop himself.

“Jesus Wheeler! You trying to scalp my sister or something!” And really no one would have noticed or cared if Max hadn’t slammed her skateboard down on the dock, shoved her towel into her bag and stomped away. She gets almost to the entrance of the park before Billy catches up to her, he’s panting a bit (still a little out of shape from the mall incident). She ignores him and pushes at the ground, forcing the board to go faster. Her cheeks now as red as her hair. “Slow the fuck down Maxine! You know I’m not as fast as I was.”

“Then why are you following me!” She kicks at the ground harder, propelling herself forward a few more feet. Behind her Billy swears and picks up the pace.

“Because you’re upset, and I want to know why!” He’s still panting and Max chances a glance at his face, he’s straining. She should stop, or go faster so he’ll eventually give up. But Billy Hargrove doesn’t give up.

Abruptly Max comes to a stop, causing Billy to stumble a bit before righting himself and leaning over to catch his breath. “Should have just taken the car.” He mumbles before straightening and staring down at her. “Ok shitbird. Out with it. What happened? Sinclair says he didn’t do anything, that true.”

“Why do you care so much!” Max snaps and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Sorry for caring about my sister when she’s upset!”

“Oh! OH! Now I’m YOUR sister? What about El! I thought she was your sister!” And now Max is crying, angry hurt tears sliding down her face as she swings at Billy. Who easily catches her small fist in his hand, mouth open as he stares down at her. “You’re so-so chummy! Every morning I get to sit there and listen to you fawn all over your new sister! It’s barely been four months and suddenly she’s your sister! Guess I’m not good enough, guess I gotta save you from a monster before I can even be considered Billy Hargrove’s sister!” She’s crying in ernest now and Billy crumbles a bit, he leans down and pulls her in close. Max sobs into his shoulder and he gently shushes her, hand rubbing cirlcing into her back. A memory from California forming in Billy’s mind, a beach, a Max getting hurt falling from a rock wall, tears and then the first hug they ever shared. “I was here first!”

“You were. You were here first.” Billy agrees as he pulls her closer, the memory morphing into a neon filled nightmare. Pain in his chest and Max’s voice screaming for him. “Hey, hey it’s okay.” He pulls Max away, kneeling ever so slightly so he can look at her face. “I’m sorry.”

It’s not the first time Billy has said those words but just like the last time they make Max cry. She tries to cover her face but Billy doesn’t let her.

“Look Max, I’m shit at the sibling thing okay and I wasn’t the best brother after we moved here but you’ve never stopped being my sister.” His breath hitches. “You’ve been one of the only people in this hick town I actually care about, who actually cared about me. I should have done a better job protecting you and now worrying about covering my own ass back then,” He pauses to swip at the tears still sliding down Max’s cheeks. “But I’ve gotten better at that. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder before this. You’re my sister Maxine. Nothings changing that, no amount of time I spend with El or Will or anyone else will change that.” He gives her a shake and Max sniffs, letting Billy pull her back into a hug. “I love you shitbird.”

It was an unfortunate side effect of being in a living body, the fact that it required sleep. Eventually though, they had to rest. Lloyd’s exhausted psyche would slip into dreams, and Morro would lie down and close their eyes, his own consciousness remaining alert within, to keep the little ninja from taking back control.  

It was boring. 

So when, during their third such nap since his takeover, he felt Lloyd tense up from a nightmare, he decided to enter the dream with him and enjoy the show. 

Dreams were odd things. The dusty landscape was indistinct and constantly shifting, but never felt out of place. The contents too, the things that happened within, were also inconsistent; and for Morro, who was floating above it all without being truly connected to it, it was more than a little confusing. 

Below him was a small child wearing pajamas and a black cloak, huddled in a ball on the ground and crying as a shadowy monster with glowing red eyes loomed over him. The scene flickered, and it became clear that the crying child was Lloyd himself as his form changed to his current appearance. At the same time the other ninja arrived, poised to fight against the monster with him. For just second it seemed like the nightmare part of this dream was about to end- but then the shadow reached the white one. There was an explosion, a horrible sound of scraping metal, and when the shadow drew back, the white ninja was left a scattered pile of mechanical debris. Lloyd’s shape reverted back to a child as he screamed, reached out, but couldn’t seem to move, as the shadow swallowed up his friends one by one and spat them back out disturbingly broken. Alone once more, the child looked up into the red eyes above him, shaking as silent tears tracked rivers down his cheeks.

“Why... Father...?” 

Morro had seen enough. He left the dream, rising back to near the surface of consciousness. It was obvious what the dream meant emotionally, but it made him curious about his host’s actual history. 

So he went looking. 

Sharing a body while still being a separate entity was an interesting experience. He had access to everything, but didn’t necessarily have to connect with it. So while he could use all its senses and move its limbs, he hadn’t bothered to look into Lloyd’s mind. There had never been a reason to. Now though, he was seeking information, combing through the boy’s memories to find his answers. 

And the more he looked, the more enraged he became. Until he could no longer sit still, yanking them into wakefulness, and flying out of his small hideout in Stix at full speed. 

Despite the early hour, the ninja and their sensei were gathered around a table in the main room of the tea shop, trying to come up with some sort of plan. They were unprepared for the sudden hurricane that blasted the door off its hinges and swept into the store, sending everything flying off the shelves and up-ending nearly every piece of furniture in the room. Following the storm was its source; Morro came flying in, glowing too bright, and clearly so angry that he couldn’t properly contain his powers if he wanted to. He was shaking with rage as he glared at Wu, the wind whipping around him with gale force. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” The ghost shrieked, his voice only empowered by his element, booming loudly enough to shake the building.  “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING LETTING A LITTLE KID GET INVOLVED IN ALL THIS SHIT!? THIS FUCKING 12 YEAR OLD KID!? WHO ALREADY HAD MORE SHIT TO DEAL WITH THAN HE SHOULD, AND YOU THOUGHT WHAT? ‘COOL LET’S MAKE IT WORSE’!? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU WHEN BOTH HIS PARENTS JUST DIPPED OUT HUH!? THE ONLY FAMILY HE HAD LEFT AND YOU JUST LET HIM GET DUMPED AT THE SHITTIEST SCHOOL EVER!? A SCHOOL FULL OF WANNABE BULLIES- DID YOU EVEN KNOW HE GOT KICKED OUT!? THAT THIS TINY KID WAS FUCKING HOMELESS FOR OVER 3 MONTHS WHILE YOU WERE BUSY PLAYING MASTER!? HE NEVER GOT TO BE A KID AT ALL!! EVEN I HAD MORE OF A CHILDHOOD THAN HE DID!!”, he choked slightly, tears finally escaping down his cheeks, even as he continued to scream, “YOU DRAGGED HIM INTO THIS HELL- YOU DRAGGED ALL OF THEM!! I SAW IT IN HIS MEMORIES!! ALL THE SHIT THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH- YOU THINK JUST CAUSE THEY HAVE POWERS THAT’S OK!? THE ROBOT KID FUCKING DIED!! I DIED!! YOU STARTED ALL OF THIS, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! NO WONDER LLOYD HAS NIGHTMARES!! WHY- JUST WHY!?!?”

Finally, both the wind and Morro’s rant petered out as he floated above them, breathing heavily. 

The silence was deafening after that. No one knew what to say. eventually it was Kai who broke the quiet, his voice meek, unsure. 

“Does that mean.. you’ll give him back...?” 

The ghost blinked. In his anger he had forgotten everything else. His gaze shifted to take in the other ninja, their expressions all sharing the same desperate and frightened look. He could feel Lloyd inside his mind, exhausted and scared, reaching out not as a ninja, but as a child, for the people he considered his family...

He had everything he’d ever wanted. All the power he’d sought after since he was a child. And in front of him was the evidence of the price of that power. This group of kids who had seen so much more danger and destruction than anyone should have to- and Lloyd who had no choice but to take the responsibility of leadership, because destiny said he had to. 

All of a sudden, he just felt tired. As he sunk to the floor, all the ambition, anger and resentment that fueled him drained away. Once he was standing in front of the others, he pulled out, releasing Lloyd and drifting back, as the boy collapsed, was enveloped by his siblings in a tight group hug.

There were a lot of tears, and soft, happy voices sharing welcome homes. Tensions rose slightly as Wu stepped towards them, Morro’s ghostly shoulders hiking up as he felt a bizarre surge of protectiveness for these near strangers he only knew from someone else’s memories. 

Then he realized Wu was crying. The man had stopped few feet away from the pile of young ninja, looking so much older than he ever had before. 

“I... am so sorry.” He was shaking. Somehow seeing him looking so fragile was frightening. 

“I never meant- I didn’t think... I was only thinking about this place my father created and the prophecy he left behind. Not the lives of the people who were in it. I should have been better...” 

Someone in the group sobbed, and the old master was pulled into the hug, trying to hold all of them at once as he hiccuped along with them, more ‘I’m sorry’s being mumbled into their hair. 

Morro watched them, and as he did, he realized something. 

Wu was human. 

As old, as strong, as wise as he was; he wasn’t some infallible deity. He made mistakes, sometimes huge ones, just like anybody else. And when he did, or realized that he did, he acknowledged it, and apologized. Morro couldn’t remember how Wu had treated him once it was clear he wasn’t the green ninja, only his own feeling of betrayal. Maybe it just didn’t have to matter any more. 

He drifted over to the group and tugged on Wu’s sleeve to get his attention. The master’s gaze was heartbroken as he turned his head looked at his old student. 

“Oh, Morro...”, but the ghost just shook his head. He already knew. He didn’t need to hear it. 

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