Chapter 2: Butler Hitman Soldier Son
"What the fuck was that, huh?"
Katsuki Bakugou didn't know he looked like an insane conspiracy theorist, but he didn't really care either. All he wanted to do was make clear his extreme dislike of the current situation, which was the much greater problem here. Simply put; Katsuki believed he had been lied to, and that the liar was in fact lying about one of the few things Katsuki held sacred. After all, Izuku Midoriya has been lying about power.
For all his life Katsuki had (falsely) assumed Izuku to lack power. The boy was Quirkless, which as far as Katsuki was concerned meant he was powerless. That was the nature of power, after all; the stronger your Quirk, the stronger the person. Hard work could only go so far; some people were simply born tougher, stronger, faster... better. This was simple to understand, and it was what Katsuki had spent his whole life believing. The strong reigned over the weak, protecting them but ultimately ruling over them.
Izuku had been the weakest of the weak... that was, until he had suddenly and sporadically become strong. Katsuki had just watched the video footage of his own defeat, his confusion obvious. Where had Izuku gotten that long pink jacket? How the hell had he disappeared under it like that, only to show up behind him? What the hell was that weird ghostly form over his own, with those giant ears and that freakish face?
Katsuki was pissed off about it all, and the fact that Izuku was in the nurse's office getting his arm repaired only made him more angry. And then that brought up another question; how the hell had he broken his arm? He sure as hell hadn't punched Katsuki with it, so when did he use his superhuman strength? Had he punched the air or something? That made even less sense!
"Young Bakugou, I can assure you we intend to find out exactly what suddenly gave young Midoriya this impressive new ability." All Might said, placing a massive hand on Katsuki's shoulder. "However, at the moment, he is recovering from his injuries. As such, we will have to be patient."
Katsuki nearly went off on another tirade, but a serious look from All Might and the realization that most of the rest of his class was staring at him saw him shut his mouth a moment later, though not without another moment's consideration for perhaps trying once again to explain his displeasure.
Several hours later, Izuku Midoriya was walking home in the rain, shortly after being interrogated as to the nature of his Quirk... or, Quirks now, he supposed. He ran a hand through the tangled green mess that was his hair hair, lamenting the fact he had forgotten to bring either an umbrella or a waterproof coat with him to school that morning. He sniffled, hugging his arms around himself.
Yes, an umbrella, he decided, would have been a wonderful thing to have.
This was shortly before the rain stopped. Or, more accurately, the rain stopped falling on him. He looked around, all around the deserted back street, and noticed that it had not stopped anywhere else. He blinked, holding a hand out, palm up. No water. No rain. Curious. Was this the work of his new Quirk somehow? He wasn't sure how 'teleporting by being between things' translated to 'stopping rain in mid air', but both seemed about to make the same amount of sense when he thought about them.
Then he realized there was a shadow falling upon him in the dim, watery light, and decided to look up. Above him was a young man, perhaps about his age, who was sort of laying on the rain. As in, the rain had apparently chosen to stop, in mid-air, dozens of droplets, and he was laying atop them. Izuku blinked once, then twice, before looking back around himself to make sure there was nobody around perhaps using a Quirk to make him hallucinate. Was this the side effect of the minor painkiller Recovery Girl had forced down his throat before he left? Hallucinating boys his age laying on the raindrops?
That sounded almost like song lyric, spoken aloud. But he chose to ignore that and simply raise a hand in greeting, entirely too fed up with all the strange happenings of the day to really show any fear or concern.
"Hello." he said, waving. "Who are you?"
The boy in the sky froze, before suddenly jerking up to his feet. He was a tall, lithesome fellow, wearing a rubbery black raincoat that was perhaps more like a poncho with sleeves, carrying an umbrella in his right hand. At his hip hung a white mask, like a goalie's mask in hockey (Izuku and his mother watched the olympics whenever they came around, excited to see all the amazing Quirks on display) decorated with a painted-on rainbow over the mouth-holes.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" the boy proclaimed, falling from the sky with a dull thud and landing on his feet, rising up and brandishing a black umbrella in his right hand. "I forgot to announce my presence sir, a hundred apologies!"
"You are... forgiven?" Izuku replied, blinking twice again. "Wait... um... who are you exactly?"
The boy clapped a hand to his forehead, loud enough to make Izuku wince, before bowing deeply at the waist with one arm crossed over his stomach. He held this stance for a long moment, before straightening up again and bowing his head before speaking.
"I am so sorry, sir." he said. "I am Blackmore, sir. Former aid and bodyguard to President Valentine, sir, before I... died, sir. I spent some time floating in an abyss, sir, with nothing around me. It was quite calm, actually, very relaxing. Then a figure appeared before me, sir, very much like President Valentine's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, sir. It touched a hand to my head, and I knew then who you are, sir. It then punched me in the chest, sir, and I found myself somewhere else entirely."
"You..." Izuku closed his eyes for a second. "I... you... okay. So you were... dead?"
"Yes, sir." replied Blackmore, nodding politely.
"Somebody killed you?" Izuku guessed.
"Yes, sir, a pair of men, sir, and a young woman named Lucy Steel, sir." Blackmore explained. "The woman shot me, sir, many times."
Izuku stared for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Okay..." he said. "So... what do you want?"
"I want for nothing, sir." Blackmore replied. "I know only that I must serve you as you please, sir, in anything you require. I was President Valentine's man, sir, and now I shall be yours. Sorry, sir, I should not be presumptuous, sir. I shall be your man, sir, if it pleases you, sir."
Izuku sighed, glancing all around at the street again. He wasn't sure what to do, not at all; Blackmore seemed to be a nice fellow, though the way he kept calling him sir and apologizing made him feel a little strange. It was dually empowering and yet also guilt-inducing; it was obvious Blackmore simply wanted to serve. So Izuku nodded.
"Alright... just, um... follow me." Izuku said. "And, uh, could you use your umbrella?"
"Of course, sir!" Blackmore popped the umbrella open, showing Izuku that it had a strangely thick central stem. "Gather close, sir, I'm so sorry I did not consider getting you under cover sooner, sir. A hundred apologies, sir."
"It's fine..." Izuku replied, before leading Blackmore to his home.
When he arrived, looking a drowned rat, with a pale young man with a long blonde ponytail beside him, his ever-adaptable and loving mother took one look at them and then nodded.
"Dinner for three, Izuku?" she asked, and Izuku just nodded. "Who's your friend?"
"Actually, ma'am, I am Master Izuku's assistant." Blackmore said, before Izuku could get a word in edgewise. "Blackmore, ma'am, the pleasure is mine."
Blackmore offered Izuku's mother a hand to shake, and she simply looked at it for a moment before smiling a large, maternal smile and taking his hand in her own. She held it in both hands, shaking it for a moment, before Blackmore bowed down again. Izuku stared, as did his mother, and Blackmore took a step back by the door with his umbrella neatly re-folded, the point between his feet and the handle in his hands.
"Izuku, sweetie... is he alright?" Inko Midoriya asked, looking at her son with visible concern in her expression.
Izuku shrugged.
"I... mom, some weird stuff happened today." Izuku admitted.
"Oh, come on dear, you've gotten into all sorts of shenanigans before." Inko replied, smiling. "This can't be anything that bizarre."
"I was saved from certain death by a former president of the United States, before he gave me his Quirk that lets me teleport when I'm between two objects." Izuku declares. "And also a really nice pink coat. Apparently the same President or somebody like him also brought Blackmore over and put him in this world after he spent some time being dead after being shot by a girl in the eighteen-nineties. He also thinks it's his job to be my bodyguard or something."
Inko blinked twice. Her son had inherited the gesture from her, after all.
"Oh." she said, finally. "I see."
Chapter 3: Enter Blackmore
Blackmore was a strange young man.
It was hard to say what made him so strange exactly. On the exterior, he seemed a perfectly polite young man, if perhaps a little overly given to apologizing for even the slightest mistake on his part with increasingly impressive and worrying zeal. Izuku was fairly certain Blackmore would have never forgiven himself for even the slightest misstep, had Izuku not specified multiple times that he didn't expect perfection.
The fact that the two had spent approximately an hour together, however, made that behaviour go from curious to concerning. Furthermore, Izuku's mother still wasn't wholly convinced all was well with the boy herself. He seemed overly demure, sitting quietly and eating his food, never once asking for anything. Somewhat like her Izuku, she noted, before her son had begun to train for UA and picked up some self confidence along the way.
Neither Midoriya minded the boy, not at all! He was polite, gentle, and had offered to do the dishes after dinner, having to be outright told to relax and sit down before he stopped trying to at least help Inko with them. She had listened to the two talk, overhearing such words as 'holy corpse' and 'zeppelin', though the latter she possibly misheard. Perhaps the two were discussing a manga? Izuku had always had a passing interest in them, and a few series he collected with some frequency.
She didn't worry about it. Izuku had brought a friend home, a very strange friend with a very strange past, but she was sure the two were exaggerating a touch. It should be noted at this point that Inko Midoriya, for her many great virtues, was not the most wholly observant person, and was perhaps a touch too trusting when it came to her son. He had been able to explain away the many burns and bruises from Bakugo and other children's bullying as the results of roughhousing with other boys, and she had accepted it and moved on.
This Blackmore seemed to be a good boy. And that was enough for her. Even if that mask of his was a little suspect, though she supposed it could have just been part of his prospective hero costume. Or maybe just an item with which he had some emotional attachment. Izuku still slept with an All Might plushie in his bed, after all.
"So I am to remain at home with your mother and assist her with the housework, sir?" Blackmore repeated Izuku's words back at him, and Izuku nodded.
He had just heard one of the most incredible tales in his life, one involving superhuman abilities (not that these were all that unique to him), daring rogues, terrible villains and a heroic man doing all he could to make his country the greatest in the world. It involved the mummified body of Jesus Christ, a horse race across all of the mainland United States, time travelling gunslingers and a man who could turn into a dinosaur. And that was just the parts Blackmore had witnessed and been told about; there was apparently much more he had only heard rumours of, not to mention all the things that had surely happened after his death.
Izuku had then absorbed the information, and then gotten to doing what he did best; planning and worrying about details. Blackmore couldn't just attend school with him; both heroics classes were full, and the chances of him making it into even a general studies course was extremely unlikely. So he needed to figure out what the boy could do. Blackmore had offered to speak to the headmaster personally, having been an adult before being thrown through time and space and reverted to a teenager, but Izuku had disregarded that offer. As if the headmaster of UA would believe a story about time travel, the resurrection the dead, and inter-dimensional mirrors!
So the very next day, as Izuku attended school, Blackmore took a little walk. Inko Midoriya had been most accommodating, setting up a futon for him to sleep on in the living room, but he had business to attend to involving UA. It was still raining quite heavily; Blackmore had marvelled at the television in the Midoriya's home, before being shown that it could also predict the weather ahead of time and afterwards regarding it as some sort of Stand power. Perhaps it had something to do with Mrs. Midoriya? He had seen her floating things towards herself, and her home had been filled with all manner of wonders.
Hers must be a truly powerful Stand indeed, he considered. His master's mother truly was an impressive woman. All the more reason to consider himself lucky. Izuku Midoriya was just as kind and polite as President Valentine had been, even more so in some ways, and his mother simply had to be some form of saint. There was no other explanation for her kindness and generosity, except that she bore some manner of divine blood! Blackmore resolved then to not just keep his master safe, but also to safeguard his master's mother. It was only appropriate to protect his master's family as well.
Blackmore wasn't walking on the rain any more. He had done that the night before to ensure he would stay in pace with his master, though he had embarrassed himself by not introducing himself until after he had thoroughly spooked him. A shameful display, one he would regret for the rest of his days. Now, however, he had somewhere to be, so he donned his mask and promptly disintegrated into liquid.
He was a sight to see, a stream of black flowing through the sky like the churning rapids of the mighty Mississippi River, coursing above the streets of... he wasn't sure what the city was called, actually, but he was certainly making a mockery of its roads. He knew UA's general location, and it was hard to miss a campus the size of a small city in and of itself, especially from above. He moved through the rain, making his way up above the central building before descending to about thirty feet off the ground. He noted the large picture window in the side of the main structure, through which he could see a large office.
He made his way to the window and reformed into a young man, his mask still on as he stood on frozen raindrops, gently tapping his knuckles against the glass to draw the attention of the man in the chair.
It was not, he quickly learned, a man in the chair. It was a small creature, a bear or rodent or perhaps a weasel? Regardless of its species, it took note of him and seemed to sigh, before turning back around and doing something on the desk. One of the window panels slid up, an opening large enough for Blackmore to slip through, and he did so with a single step before descending to the ground, touching down with a gentle tap.
"A thousand apologies for the unprecedented arrival, sir, I wasn't certain if I would be welcome inside your building." Blackmore said, bowing his head. "I can see you are a clever sort of creature; I would be honoured to meet the Headmaster of the facility if you would happen to know where he is."
Blackmore could accept intelligent animals. He had heard tales of animals with Stands before, ones that gained intelligence nearly identical to that of a human, and simply assumed this curious bear-rat-weasel creature was one of them. Besides, in his brief stint of wandering before locating his master the previous night, he had seen all manner of curious individuals with animalistic aspects walking the streets. Perhaps this fellow was just one of those?
"Blackmore?" the creature squeaked, giving the young man in question quite a fright. "Ah, yes, young mister Midoriya said you might be coming along!"
Blackmore reached up and pulled off his mask, deactivating his Catch the Rainbow and allowing the rain outside to resume falling, a sudden downpour before settling back into its much more steady fall. He took a long breath, happy to be free of the mask. Ever since he had arrived he had found it to be solid, no longer a manifestation of his Stand but instead a simple mask, made of painted and lacquered wood. It was smooth to the touch on both sides, and still attached itself to his face by some unknown, almost mystical means, but it still looked exactly his Stand as it had been.
The rat-bear-weasel creature took a long look at Blackmore and smiled, nodding once as if some question he had asked had been answered, though he had never voiced a single one. Blackmore offered a hand for the creature to shake, which it took on its hand-paw (Blackmore, it should be noted, had little classical education in any matters not related to the act of service and assassination) and accepted with a firm shake.
"So, young Mister Blackmore, how can I help you?" the creature asked. "I am Nezu, the lovable headmaster of UA! Am I a bear? A mouse? Something else? Nobody knows!"
Blackmore, quite unsure how to reply to that particular greeting, simply smiled and allowed the Headmaster his eccentricities. The fellow was a bear-mouse-weasel hybrid, after all, he could be permitted a few behavioural tics. Blackmore was well aware he had those in spades. It was a crucial part of the reason he had come to serve President Valentine.
"I would like to enrol in this academy, sir." Blackmore replied, bowing his head again. "I must be near Master Midoriya so I might serve and protect him, as is my duty as his aide, sir. I cannot do this if I am barred from the grounds of your school, however, and I am aware that in this form I am unable to serve as a staff member, sir. Therefore, sir, I must throw myself upon your mercy and hope to be accepted in spite of my lack of history in this place."
Nezu (Blackmore thought it impolite to continue referring to the man-bear-mouse as a creature, after all) placed a paw under his chin and pondered this for a moment, before gesturing to the chair across his desk.
"Please, young Blackmore, take a seat." Nezu said. "I would like to call upon a coworker to weigh in on this discussion, if that is alright with you. You may be familiar with his name; he is known to most of the world as All Might?"
Blackmore did know this name, as one plastered all over his master's bedroom walls on posters and pictures of all sorts. He was a hero, apparently, akin to President Valentine but without any political power. He was also openly known to the world to possess a Stand, or 'Quirk' as they were called in this world, though nobody knew what it was called.
"That is very much alright with me, sir." Blackmore nodded, sitting down and relaxing a little in his chair, though he remained in a ready stance to burst into action if something happened. Without rain, his Stand was useless. However, this did not render him in any way defenceless; he was trained in hand to hand combat, and his umbrella was not simply a means by which he could shield himself from rain.
Nezu pressed a few buttons on a pad on his desk before speaking into a curious circular black device, apparently summoning All Might from a distance. Blackmore found this most intriguing; was this Nezu's Stand power, to project his voice across great distances? Quite useful in his role as a Headmaster, no doubt. If only Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap had been able to lend President Valentine the same ability... Blackmore swallowed down his grief at his greatest failure, however, and awaited All Might with some trepidation.
Chapter 4: Power Vested
"You're electing a class president."
And with those five words from Aizawa, the class went nuts. It seemed like every single person present raised their hand, eager to take on the duty of a class president, and each had a very different reason for it. Yugo Aoyama wanted the job because Class 1-A deserved a shining beacon to represent them, and who among them shone as brightly as he did? Katsuki Bakugo wanted the job because he believed himself better than any and all of his classmates, even if that shitty cheater Deku had beaten him just yesterday. And Minoru Mineta wanted the job because somebody had to create a rule about maximum permissible skirt length, dang it, and if he had to do it himself than so be it!
Tenya Iida, being a man of culture, a learned young man well educated in the intricacies of government, leadership and otherwise managing groups, raised his hand as well. He was trained for a role such as this, practically raised to be class president and, eventually, the leader of a hero team like his beloved older brother. He took a long look around the room, taking in his fellows. He picked out from the crowd five people whose hands stayed down, a full fourth of the class.
Shoto Todoroki, ever distant and withdrawn, who merely watched with mismatched eyes as his classmates clamoured for the position he cared nothing for.
Momo Yaoyorozu, who looked about half a moment from lifting her hand, though she continued to hesitate. Tenya wondered what that was about; she was just as well educated as he was, and likely just as appropriate for the role. Why did she not volunteer?
Shoji Mezo, who seemed to be observing the class just like Tenya. Shoji was an imposing figure, with his six arms and his massive build; Tenya supposed he wasn't one for the spotlight. Tenya could understand that.
Tokoyami Fumikage, whose hands were on his desk and whose eyes were narrowed, his avian head bowed in a sign distinct displeasure. No doubt the noise and chaos frustrated the introverted boy, something Tenya could certainly sympathize with.
And finally... Izuku Midoriya, who seemed to be too busy scribbling down notes in his binder to pay any attention to what was happening around him. Tenya wondered what he was so focused on, and also envied him in part for the ease with which he ignored the chaos surrounding him.
Tenya raised his own hand, but before he could speak there was a sudden sound, and Izuku stood up with one hand raised. The class became quieter, not going completely silent but managing to lose at least some of its volume. Izuku was sheathed in that strange blue and pink afterimage, a ghostly visage layered over his own with tall ears and strange stitching all over his arms and legs. He placed a hand on his desk, a firm smacking sound ringing out loud and clear. Had his hair gotten longer, Tenya wondered? It seemed just a little more lengthy than it had been the day prior. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.
"We should vote on it." Izuku declared, voice more clear than Tenya had ever heard it before. "Democratically. Each student puts forward their name, and whoever gets the most votes wins."
"Everybody'll just vote for themselves!" Denki Kaminari complained.
"No." Izuku shook his head, gesturing to the same five classmates Tenya had also observed remaining silent. "There are people who don't want the job. And some of us definitely aren't suitable. So we'll hold a preliminary round, where anybody who can get more than one vote moves on. And after that, you vote for your preferred candidate. That way there can only be ten candidates. First place becomes president, second place gets Vice President, and those two pick the rest of their cabinet."
"Why does Deku sound like a politician?" Ochaco Uraraka asked, leaning toward Tenya.
"I have no idea." Tenya replied truthfully, before also standing up and raising his voice. "I second Midoriya's motion!"
"Third." Kyoka Jirou said, standing up and raising her hand as well, to the surprise of her classmates. "It's really noisy in here, and you guys aren't getting anything done by shouting."
The motion passed, mostly because nobody knew what to do with an Izuku who actually spoke up on matters outside of Quirks, and as such the first round of voting began. And Tenya felt despair when, in the preliminary rounds, he received zero votes. Izuku, meanwhile, was equally horrified to learn that he had received no less than four.
It ended up being a landslide victory for Izuku, though he couldn't say why. Nine votes for him in total, with four in favour of Momo making her his vice-president. The other three candidates received the remaining seven split amongst themselves, leaving Denki Kaminari in particular quite sad, Izuku didn't really pay attention to that, however; he was too busy suffering a minor panic attack as a result of his new position and authority.
Class president.
He was class president.
He, Izuku Midoriya, a pariah for most of his life up to that point, had been elected class president.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Izuku stood stock still in front of the whole class, before panic overtook him and he grabbed Momo by the arm, muttering something about how he needed to speak to her before dragging her out into the hallway.
"I CAN'T DO THIS." he declared, voice just a little louder than was perhaps necessary, and he flinched before trying again. "I... I can't do this, I-I've never been a leader before..."
He realized after a moment that Momo looked just as concerned as he did, frozen stock still and muttering the words 'four votes' over and over while rocking back and forth on her heels. This led to him realizing that they were both completely and utterly screwed, insofar as being leaders went. Izuku had no sense of self-worth or pride, and Momo clearly suffered from some other complex that was going to make this much harder than it needed to be.
"Neither have I..." Momo admitted, voice much quieter than his. "M-maybe we should... erm... step down?"
Izuku blinked when he felt something inside of him react almost violently to that idea, a sudden ache building in his chest like burning anger at the mere suggestion of surrender. He put a hand to his forehead, not realizing yet that Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap was forming around him like a ghostly suit of armour. He felt faint, light-headed, the whole world around him slipping away.
'You must fight on, Izuku,' a voice spoke into his mind, a familiar baritone he knew to somehow be that of Funny Valentine. 'Your classmates chose you as their representative. They have faith in you; faith you must return. This is the way of a true leader!'
"I'm not a leader..." Izuku protested, leaning against the wall as the world spun around him. "I'm... I'm just... Deku..."
'Nonsense,' Funny retorted, his ethereal voice sounding almost bemused. 'When the situation grows dire, you are always eager to seize control and intervene. You look out for your fellows, no matter the cost to yourself, and they know this simply by watching you. You are driven and even charismatic at times. But most of all; you have the heart of a hero. And they recognize this, even if you do not.'
Izuku gasped as the world steadied itself, and found himself on the floor, hand on his head and Momo standing above him, offering him a hand and frantically asking him if he was alright. He took it, finding her skin impressively soft and smooth, and she helped him up to his feet. He took a deep breath, bracing himself against the wall for a moment, before swallowing.
"We can't give up our positions." he declared, voice much more steady than it had been before. "Our classmates chose us for these roles. They believe in us. And maybe that means we need to believe in ourselves a little more."
Momo looked as if she were going to protest, and Izuku put a hand on her shoulder, pressing against her with a little of his own weight and leaning on her. He met her gaze, staring into her eyes resolutely.
"Are you with me, Momo?" he asked, and to her own surprise Momo nodded once.
Izuku smiles and released her shoulder, before taking a step back and gesturing to the door.
"You want to make a dramatic entrance?" he asked, suddenly sounding much more casual and even a little nervous. "I haven't had much chance to practice with my new ability, so I thought maybe you could give me a hand and we could skip all the awkwardness of going back through the door…"
Momo stared at him for a second, before smiling. Izuku smiled too, before suddenly removing his blazer.
"I need to put you between two objects," he explained. "So I'm going to drape this over your head and you'll pop out between the wall and Aoyama's desk."
Momo said nothing, simply taking a step forward and letting Izuku raise his blazer and drop it on her head. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap appeared on his body again, and she closed her eyes only to hear people gasping as she appeared back in class. Izuku materialized a moment later, his blazer still missing, but he appeared with a dramatic bow a split second after sliding into existence.
"We humbly accept your nominations, and promise to do our best as your representatives." he declared, voice steady. "Thank you for having so much faith in us."
"Yes…" Momo agreed, bowing as well. "Thank you for your trust."
"Midoriya, where did your blazer go?" Kaminari asked a moment later, prompting Izuku to remember he was in fact missing part of his uniform.
"I… I'll go get it…" he slinked out the door again, grabbing his blazer from the floor and throwing it back on himself, buttoning it carefully before stepping back inside and closing the door as quietly as he could.
Halfway across the school, All Might and Nezu were standing outside, watching Blackmore give an impromptu demonstration of his Quirk, or 'Stand' as he was given to calling it. It's name was also peculiar; Catch the Rainbow. Apparently the boy had named it for a song he once heard his mother sing when he was very small. Indeed, it was an impressive ability; a sort of dual-Quirk, both allowing him to freeze water droplets in the air but also letting him turn himself into liquid, a form which in turn allowed him to streak through the rain at high speeds. It was a most impressive power, one that Nezu was greatly impressed by.
Blackmore came to a halt, allowing the rain to resume falling, before he landed before the pair with his umbrella opened over his head. The umbrella too was a curious thing; was it possible that Blackmore could turn anything he touched to liquid, Nezu wondered? Or was it limited purely to his own belongings somehow? Catch the Rainbow was a power that demanded further exploration… but first, Nezu needed to make a decision.
To allow Blackmore to remain, and join young Midoriya in his classes? Or to keep them separate and force them to develop independently? It was a hard choice to make, Nezu being curious about what each would do to them… but according to Blackmore's own testimony, his appearance in this world was orchestrated by Izuku's new ability, or at least in part. As such, Nezu worried that if they were to stay separate… would that perhaps have some effect on Blackmore's health? Could the boy disappear as quickly as he'd come without Izuku and this Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap?
Nezu wasn't willing to risk it. He looked up at All Might, whose face was locked in its eternal grin, and nodded once.
"Very well, young Blackmore… we shall have to test you further in your academics, but for now, consider yourself a student of UA." Nezu declared, offering the boy a paw to shake. Blackmore took it without hesitation, even if he did have to stoop down a touch to actually grasp the proffered limb. The two shook on it, and All Might smiled as he took Blackmore's hand as well.
"Welcome to UA, young man." he said, voice naturally booming. "It will be delightful seeing you learn alongside young Midoriya."
All Might was rather excited about the prospect of his protege having a friend like Blackmore. It was obvious to him that the boy was a good one, very polite and soft spoken, much like Izuku but with an obvious increase in his confidence. It almost reminded All Might of himself and Sir Nighteye, his only real sidekick… All Might stopped thinking about that as quickly as possible. The memory still stung.
"Thank you very much, sir." Blackmore said, bowing his head. "And you too, headmaster. I am honoured to be accepted into such a-"
Blackmore's words were cut off a moment later, when UA lit up with the sounds of sirens. Nezu, clearly startled, adjusted quickly and looked at All Might, nodding once.
"Go and find the source." the headmaster ordered, before looking at Blackmore. "Your introduction to your class unfortunately must wait, young Blackmore. Something has triggered our alarm system."
"I see." Blackmore replied, nodding. "Shall I also investigate, sir?"
"The staff will handle this." Nezu said, shaking his head. "No, you and I will head inside. I will direct you to your new classroom once this has been settled."
Blackmore nodded, following the headmaster back inside the school.