Izuku Midoriya: The Dwarven King of UA.
So, I was thinking of writing another fiction that I hope to actually finish this time.
The premise is that Izuku's Greag Great, great, ect grandfather was a Dwarve. So, Izuku, at the age of 4, gains a quirk that makes him King of the Dwarves.
He'd be able to summon an army of Dwarves, he'd be 4"5 tall and have muscles like a tree. He'd have a deep gruff voice and would join the UA Hero Course with a split course in UA's Support Course.
I'm thinking of putting him in 1-B.
Would you all read this, I asked Chat GPT to create a basic story just to see how it would play out.
Dwarven King: The Rise of Midoriya Izuku
A My Hero Academia AU
Chapter 1: The Legacy of Stone and Steel
Izuku Midoriya was born different. Not in the way that most people were. In a world where nearly everyone had some extraordinary ability, being different usually meant standing out. Izuku stood out—but not in the way he ever expected.
From birth, he was stout, stocky, and built like a boulder. Unlike the long, lanky limbs of other children, his arms and legs were thick with dense muscle, his fingers short yet strong, his torso broad and powerful. And, most peculiar of all, by the age of four, his face was adorned with a dark green beard that grew faster than his mother could trim it.
"His quirk is called Dwarven King," Dr. Tsubasa had explained during his quirk assessment. "It seems he can summon and command creatures that strongly resemble the dwarves from old folklore. And—" the doctor had hesitated before clearing his throat, "—it appears to have adjusted his genetics. His height is locked at approximately four feet five inches, his muscle density is off the charts, and, well… that beard will only keep growing."
Inko Midoriya had nearly fainted. Izuku had only blinked, fascinated by his new "uncles" that appeared with the wave of his tiny hands.
Small, stout, gruff-voiced men, clad in armor or work clothes, would appear whenever he willed it. They called him King and spoke in an archaic, old-fashioned way. The first time he had summoned them, they had immediately started crafting, reforging his toy cars into miniature steel replicas of actual vehicles.
His quirk was not flashy. It was mighty.
By the time he was six, Izuku could summon over a dozen dwarves at once. By eight, his home had a fully furnished underground bunker, courtesy of his ever-loyal kin. By ten, he could wield an actual war hammer his dwarves had forged for him. By twelve, his voice had deepened into a gruff rumble that made even grown men flinch.
By fourteen, he had stopped growing entirely. He was four feet five inches tall, a wall of muscle with arms like tree trunks, a thick mane of curly dark green hair, and a beard that had to be braided to prevent it from dragging.
It was only natural that when Bakugo called him a "damn hobbit" in middle school, Izuku had responded by picking him up and tossing him across the training field.
With all this, there was one truth Izuku had never forgotten: He wanted to be a hero.
And no one was going to stop him.
Chapter 2: The Road to U.A.
"Oi, King, yer armor's ready."
Izuku turned to face Bofur, one of his more talkative dwarves. The stocky craftsman held up a set of reinforced black training gear, complete with chainmail woven into the lining. His beard was singed at the edges from the forge.
"Aye, good work," Izuku rumbled, taking the armor and running a calloused hand over the craftsmanship. It was as strong as any hero costume, reinforced with materials that most professionals would kill for.
He strapped on his bracers, flexing his fingers. "I’ve trained, I’ve studied, and I’m stronger than ever," he said, rolling his shoulders. His muscles tensed under the weight of his armor. "Tomorrow is the U.A. Entrance Exam."
Bofur grinned, teeth flashing under his own bushy mustache. "Then go, King. Make us proud. Prove to those surface-dwellers what true might is."
Izuku smirked, braiding his beard tightly. "Aye."
Chapter 3: The Entrance Exam
U.A. was as grand as he had imagined, though it wasn’t built for dwarves.
Izuku ignored the way people stared as he stomped toward the registration booth. He had been dealing with gawking strangers for years. He towered over none of them, but heavied over them instead, moving with the presence of a bulldozer wrapped in skin.
He received his testing number and made his way to the written portion of the exam. His dwarves had drilled knowledge into his skull with the same intensity as they did battle techniques. While most of them were warriors, a fair number were scribes and scholars.
He finished the test with a confident nod. Good. No issues so far.
Then came the real challenge.
The practical exam.
Izuku stepped onto the training field, taking in the massive cityscape littered with robotic foes.
Present Mic’s voice rang out.
"There are no countdowns in battle—GO!"
Before anyone else could react, Izuku slammed his fists together and bellowed, "FORGE-BORN, TO ME!"
With a golden shimmer, twenty dwarves erupted from the ether, armed to the teeth.
"DESTRUCTION!" roared one.
"FOR GLORY!" howled another.
"FOR THE KING!"
The examinees barely had time to react before Izuku charged.
The ground shook under his powerful strides. His dwarves spread out like a well-trained battalion, tearing into the robots with enchanted weapons. Sparks flew as steel clashed against metal. One of the three-pointers exploded as a war axe embedded itself into its core.
Izuku himself was a wrecking ball.
He wielded his hammer with ease, shattering a one-pointer with a single swing. He planted his feet and caught a charging two-pointer with his bare hands, ripping its head off with a grunt.
Other students froze in awe.
"Who the hell is that guy?!"
Bakugo, standing on a rooftop, scowled. Damn hobbit's gotten strong.
As the battle raged on, Izuku kept an eye on his dwarves, issuing commands with well-practiced ease.
"Ulf, take the left flank!"
"Thorin, shield formation!"
"Bomber, stop eating the debris!"
In the chaos, a scream cut through the battlefield.
A girl—Uraraka, if he recalled correctly—was trapped under a collapsing building, a three-pointer bearing down on her.
Izuku didn’t hesitate.
"DWARVES, TO ME!"
They moved as one. Ulf and Thorin intercepted the robot, hacking it apart. Izuku sprinted forward, reaching Uraraka in seconds.
"Hold on, lass," he grunted, gripping the rubble. With a mighty heave, he lifted the slab of concrete and tossed it aside.
She stared up at him, wide-eyed. "T-Thanks!"
"Aye, no problem."
With that, he charged back into battle.
Chapter 4: Aftermath
The exam ended with an air of astonishment. Most students were too shocked to speak.
When the scores were revealed, Izuku gawked at the results.
First Place: Izuku Midoriya Villain Points: 78 Rescue Points: 45 Total: 123
He had dominated.
As he stared at the screen, his dwarves erupted into cheers around him, slamming tankards together in celebration.
Izuku grinned, stroking his beard. "Looks like I’m going to U.A."
And for the first time in years, he felt like he was truly stepping onto the path of a hero.
To Be Continued…
Keep in mind, this is a teaser and not written by me. Just something to flesh the idea out.
Posted Jan 29, 2025, 3:13 AM UTC