Disclaimer: I own neither Boku no Hero Academia nor Bleach.

Author Note:

Generally speaking, I am really not a fan of crossovers where the main character of one manga ends up in another one. In most cases, authors tend to use another fandom to elevate their favourite character even more while damaging everything in the process. And I just really dislike when someone does it, because it shows that an author doesn't care about the fans of the fandom they ruin in their crossover.

While this fandom (Bleach) doesn't really suffer from this problem, I really hope I am not going to end up making the same mistake here, since this is my first Crossover between Mangas. So, if you see that I am on the path of turning Ichigo into one of those horrendous Gary Stus, please alarm me! Attack me with negative reviews if necessary! Just don't let me turn Ichigo into one those things!

Anyway, let's start the story and see where it goes!

"People are not born equal..."

It was one absolute fact in the world full of miracles and wonders.

That was the truth Midoriya Izuku leart at the tender age of four.

It was not long before he learnt another thing about the world around himself...

.

.

.

Away from human's eyes.

The entire world concealed behind the veil.

Chapter 1: The Hidden World.

It was another day in Orudera Junior High.

And, just like any other day, one particular student spent his lunch completely alone on the roof.

Midoriya Izuku, fifteen years old, was a boy of average height, had emerald green eyes and dark green curly hair. His pale skin had a few freckles scattered on both of his cheeks, making him look more childish. His school uniform was neat and tidy, even though it seemed somewhat oversized on his skinny body.

He sighed pleasantly as he finished his bento, silently thanking his mother. As he put the empty box back into his backpack, Izuku looked at his watch and smiled. He still had some time to go over the notes he had made before coming to school. The today's fight between heroes and that villain was already on the news and Izuku was excited to add any information or details he might have missed.

As he went through the news feed and added missing pieces to his notes, a small butterfly landed on his pen. Both its body and wings were completely black, safe for the small outline of red on its lower wings. As he examined the insect closer, Izuku couldn't help but smile in curiosity. He has seen them a lot lately but still couldn't find any information on it.

"Where do these butterflies come from?" He asked himself, as the butterfly sat on his index finger. For some reason, whenever these butterflies were around, Izuku felt himself better no matter what happened. He could feel the warmth of the sun in the rainy day and almost see the lands he has never been to before. "One thing for sure, you really can make my day better."

Suddenly, the school bell rang and Izuku watched the butterfly fly away peacefully. Turning his head away, Izuku failed to see the insect disappear into thin air. As he headed to the exit door, Izuku stopped as the familiar feeling formed in his chest. Izuku still couldn't find the reason this feeling appeared out of nowhere at random times.

But there was one thing that connected all the cases.

"Another one...?" He whispered and headed to the class.

Whenever he felt this energy, another one of the spirits disappeared.

He was four years old when he first discovered this... abnormality in himself.

It has been barely a week since he learnt that he was Quirkless. Initially crushed and depressed, Izuku quickly pulled himself together with one goal in his mind. Done with any doubt and fear, Izuku was burning with the determination to learn everything about heroes there was. Even if he didn't have any special ability, he would make up for it with ten times the effort!

He hurried to get the notebooks and pens as fast as he could to start collecting data. On his way back from the store, however, Izuku met one of them for the first time. It was an elderly man with frail body and short beard in simple blue shirt and white pants with a cane in his hand. The man would look like any other person in his age if it were not for the strange steel chain protruding from his chest.

With all these thoughts, Izuku didn't notice how automatically he entered the class and kept writing down his observations while the teacher gave the speech about them deciding their future. Takanashi-sensei was a weird man, Izuku noted to himself. He had this weird tendency to always mix both serious and light-hearted vibes into whatever he said. He would often start the speech with some thought-encouraging questions and then break into a relaxed smile while saying something simple and funny.

The class came into life, showing off their Quirks and imagining how they would use them as heroes. His class was really filled with people. whose Quirks ranged from amazing to quite weird ones. Still, all of them had Quirks and were sure that their future as heroes was guaranteed. Even deep in his own thoughts, Izuku still raised a hand when the teacher asked who here had the ambition of becoming a professional hero. As the small argument started between Kacchan and the rest of the class, Izuku took a small black notebook with a white cross on the cover.

Unlike all the other notebooks he had, this one was in no way related to the heroics. It was his own secret. Something he didn't desire to share with anyone. Under normal circumstances, Izuku wouldn't even pull the notebook out of his bag let alone write in it. But he needed to go through all he has gathered so far. Maybe then he would figure out what made the spirits disappear? What if there was something-

Why was everyone laughing?

"Aaah?!" Izuku yelped as he barely dodged the explosion Kacchan destroyed his desk with. Looking around, confused and panicking, Izuku heard the pieces of what the students around him said and put them together. He couldn't help but gulp in fear, realizing just how pissed Kacchan was right now. "You don't even have a weak Quirk, Deku! So why are you trying to enter the same arena as me, huh?!"

"W-Wait!" Izuku held out his hand, hoping to reason with his childhood friend. Even though he knew nothing would come out of it, it still was worth a try. "I... I don't intend to compete against you, Kacchan, not at all!"

Sneering, the ash blond guy looked at the black notebook Izuku dropped while falling back. Izuku's eyes widened in fear as Kacchan picked it up. That was nothing good!

"W-Wait! Don't touch it!" Izuku tried to get his notebook back but was roughly slammed into the wall by one Kacchan's lackeys. With his weak body, Izuku could only fruitlessly struggle against the other boy's grip. "Please! It doesn't concern you! Give it back!"

"Huh? Supernatural: Journal of Spirits?" Katsuki read the first page out loud with the mixture of disgust and anger. What was this shit? Izuku looked down in embarrassment, hearing the laughter of his classmates that followed. With the look of silent anger and disappointment, he used both his hands to scorch the notebook with explosion. Bakugou felt sick from even touching this thing.

As Izuku just stared in shock at his former childhood friend, the classmates around kept laughing at his situation.

"Seriously, Midoriya? Aren't you a little too old for this stuff?"

"Hey, don't make fun of him! Or he is going to curse you with black magic! Haha!"

"Oh, let him be! He is a lost cause anyway!"

"Yeah, I know. But spirits?" The guy laughed as he gave Midoriya the mocking look. "I guess, he finally lost it!"

"Deku... You really should give up on your stupid dream." The sole voice of Bakugou made everyone fall silent but their cruel smiles were still present. For them, Izuku's dream was nothing but another laughing matter. A running gag of their everyday life as future heroes! Seeing a good for nothing classmate try and be something bigger? What a joke!

Izuku looked up at Kacchan, who was standing with the menacing aura surrounding him. The feeling of hopelessness was growing in his chest. The tears were threatening to escape his eyes. Giving him a harsh glare, Katsuki tossed the scorched and steaming notebook to his feet and asked with every word soaked in anger and disgust:

"What are you capable of, anyway?"

Bakugou was pissed. More than he usually was.

His sole reason for attending the school as shabby as this one was to become known as the only one from here to enter Yuuei! And now some Quirkless good for nothing was trying to mess his plan up?

Deku used to be his childhood friend. And while he was a textbook example of a good for nothing, Bakugou thought with disgust, at least he was supposed to have brains in his head.

Then why did Deku keep clinging onto his dream so desperately? The little good for nothing was just an eyesore. A pebble in his way. A reminder to everyone how and why Quirkless people would never amount to anything in the world of professional heroes. And yet this nerd just kept his head in dreams and fantasies? What an idiot!

Bakugou gritted his teeth in annoyance

His eyes narrowed as he smelled the smoke. How many times does he have to tell these two to stop messing around whenever he is near? If one of their stupid antics got him a bad school report, he would personally blow them to pieces.

"Cut it out you two!" Bakugou said through gritted teeth, his murderous mood clear in his words. Guys like these two took things seriously only when threatened. Why did he make them his lackeys again?

"Alright, alright!" Shinko, the guy with extending fingers, muttered as he tossed a cigarette aside. What was he so worried about? It's not like the alley was watched or something. "Geez, man, you really are uptight!"

"Shut up." Bakugou growled out. He was in no mood to deal with such stupid things. He just wanted that useless Deku to finally stop trying to compete with him. That was just too pathetic...

Bakugou exploded the can of soda in his hand when he heard one of them scream behind his back.

"Alright, you two, enough of-!"

What Bakugou turned back, his red eyes widened in shock at his lackeys' position. Both of them were up in the air, looking like something or someone was holding them in two giant hands. Recovering from the initial shock, Bakugou's eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. Whoever this villain was, he couldn't risk attacking him head on. First, he needed to get those two free so that they could call for help.

Bakugou jumped up with explosions from both hands acting as boosters.

"Let them go!" Bakugou exclaimed as he hit the area around Shinko's upper body with explosions. As Bakugou continued using his Quirk, he noticed something. No screams. No cursing. He didn't hear anything but explosions. He was sure the power of those were enough to at least make him swear a little. Was the villain mute or just didn't feel pain? The monster shook Bakugou off his hand and the latter landed on the ground. "Fuck... You are tough!"

With his desire to destroy whatever this thing was increasing, Bakugou couldn't help but feel his body get hotter.

"But I am tougher!"

He slammed both palms together, creating the explosion big enough to hide in all the smoke. He needed to keep his focus on any sign of the villain's weakness. Was he just invisible? Or did his Quirk hide every single bit of his presence? He didn't have much time to think further when all of a sudden the ground shook and the smoke was blown away by the powerful stream of wind.

Why did it smell like blood?

"Grargh!" He felt all the air leave his whole body as the invisible hand of giant size slammed into front. Barely conscious, he felt the same hand grab him by his ankle and slam against the wall like a ragdoll. Bakugou felt the salty taste of blood in his mouth and looked up, the vision getting more and more blurry with every second. He looked at his lackeys lying on the ground in the puddles of blood. "... damn... you!"

Bakugou raised his fist, ready to blow the thing into pieces before all the damage he took caught up with him and he fell unconscious.

Izuku was flipping through the pages, glad that most of the information was more or less safe. Still, it didn't help hit mood in any way. No matter how much he hated it, but Kacchan was right in his own way.

In order to enroll in Yuuei, he would need to pass physical exam. And accomplishing it without a Quirk was more of a dream than reality. And what he had... It was anything but a Quirk. Izuku sighed, thinking about his... gift.

The ability to see the dead...

"Boy..." The words of the old man echoed in his mind. "Can you really see me?"

Izuku still remembers how much that simple question confused him then. The old man looked intrigued and hopeful and, for some reason, concerned. When Izuku nodded in confirmation, that man asked another confusing question.

"You don't have a chain..." He started with a statement. "Does that mean that you are not dead?"

Izuku sighed, thinking about how much that question shook him.

"Hey, kid," Before he could answer, the little Izuku turned his head to the second voice. Behind him stood a man in his late thirties, dressed in a simple suit. This man had some semblance to the old man in front of him. When Izuku looked into his eyes, he saw the worry and concern. "Who are you talking to here? Your friend with Invisibility Quirk?"

"I am talking to him. And he doesn't have Invisibility Quirk." Izuku pointed in direction of the old man. The adult man's eyes just narrowed. Was he pretending he couldn't see the old man? Or did he actually- "Y-You can't see him?"

"Sorry, kid." The man scratched his head awkwardly. "Are you sure, you are alright?"

"Y-Yes... I think so..." Izuku turned to the old man, asking silently for some answer to all of he got from him was just a sad smile and nod of confirmation.

Quirks all seemed like miracles and fantasies becoming a reality when they first manifested. What followed, however, proved that all of them were, one way or another, more of evolutional leaps. Essentially, all of them were tied to the user's body. All of them had limits. All of them had some explanation, no matter how complicated or ridiculous it might have sounded.

But his ability?

No matter how hard he searched for it, all his attempts to find even the hint at the ability similar to his were fruitless. There were Quirks like Telepathy, Clairvoyance, even TimeLine Vision! There were people who could reanimate corpses and bring inanimate objects to life! But there never was even a single person, who could actually interact with the dead people.

It was something different.

Definitely not a Quirk.

Something supernatural.

But then what was it?

Izuku closed his notebook and put it back inside his bag. he really needed to hurry back home before his mother started worrying. Ever since that day, Izuku would often try and find the other ghosts. He would try to talk to them. Somewhere, where nobody would notice. In private, he would try and learn as much as he could from each one of them.

Over the period of time, Izuku started talking to them not just for the sake of something new to add. But just for the sake of conversation. They would talk about so many different things. Families, friends, opportunities, regrets! They talked to him about all the things they wanted. And in return...

They were always there to listen. Whenever he wanted to talk someone about things he couldn't tell his mother, he would come to them. They would always listen and even give him some advice, sometimes good and sometimes bad. It has been almost four years by that time when he started seeing all the dead people equal to the living. He would talk to them and sometimes just hang out with them in his free time.

On one of such occasions, he got caught.

It all happened when he met a ghost girl near the river in the park. There was something different about her. Something he never saw in other ghosts. It was the energy. The same energy that he felt whenever he was around ghosts but... Stronger? He needed to know what made her different. He let himself get blinded by the excitement to finally learn something new and failed to see that he was being watched.

"Izuku... Is everything alright with you?"

He still remembers that immense worry in his mother's eyes when she saw him, sitting alone near the river and talking to thin air. The way he talked, the pauses he made and the way his face changed all throughout the ordeal were nothing similar to his usual mumblings under his nose. To anyone watching, it was obvious that he was not just talking to himself.

At that moment, the five year old Izuku finally understood how much the secrecy of his gift mattered. In his mother's eyes, he saw how worried and at the same time scared she was. Is her son alright? Did this affect him that much? Is there a way to help him? Even without the ability to read minds, Izuku knew the thoughts running in his mother's head.

Izuku, a five year old then, finally understood just how much his gift could affect his life if it were to be revealed and misunderstood. Would his mother think he was going crazy? That the shock of being Quirkless drove him insane? If she did, then she would probably send him to the nearest mental clinic. But he wasn't crazy, right? He wasn't...

"Izuku, w-who are you talking to?"

His heart started beating faster. What was he going to tell her? He wanted to tell the truth. Simple and sincere.

But something deep inside of him was against it, yelling and screaming to lie. Izuku couldn't bear the feeling much longer and whispered:

"N-Nobody... Just my imagination, that's all."

Izuku felt shame and guilt as he remembered that particular lie. It was not a good lie. Far from it. And he was sure, any other person could easily tell that he was lying. But his mother?

She believed him. No more questions followed and she just trusted him.

His mother had absolute trust in him...

That made Izuku feel only worse.

Ever since that day, Izuku tried to not hang out with the ghosts as much as he used to. He didn't want to lie or worry his mother even more than he already did. They understood him but still were sad about it. As Izuku went back to his lonely life, he dedicated his time to further research of what his gift might be. But so far, he still had not even a theory on what it really was.

If only there was even the slightest hint...

His thoughts were interrupted when, all of a sudden, the loud roar and the sounds of explosion rang through the air, alerting everyone. What was going on? Another villain attack? Izuku ran towards the sounds of destruction. As he was getting closer and closer, something deep inside his consciousness screamed of danger. What was it? This strange feeling again... The unknown energy...

Why did it feel so familiar to all those spirits and yet completely different at the same time?

"Oh my God..." Izuku whispered, frozen in fear before the sight of him. He has seen lots of villains, all shapes and sizes and forms. But nothing like this monster ever appeared in front of him. "Wh-What is this thing...?"

The monster was three times the size of an average person, towering over the crowd. Its skin was pitch black and looked stretched all over his muscles. Starting from elbows, strange bone-like material covered its hands and formed claws on its fingertips. The same material was all over his shoulders and legs. Its head looked like the lizard skull with blade-sharp teeth and horn-like extensions on it, three short and thing lines of red running under its glowing green eyes. But what trule caught Izuku's attention was the giant hole in the monster's chest.

For reasons unknown, Izuku could feel his entire being shiver in cold and fear at the sight of it.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Izuku watched Deathgoro launch himself at the monster with his giant fist ready to punch another hole in the monster. The monster lazily drew his arm back, making Izuku wonder why Deathgoro wasn't moving out of the way. Two fists clashed against each other, making the windows all around shatter from the sound wave. Deathgoro grabbed the monster by the wrist and took it off the ground before slamming it against the concrete.

With all his strength, Deathgoro started pulling on the limb in his hands, effectively ripping it off. The monster cry, which, for some reason, was ignored even by the hero himself.

"I-I am not sure," some woman answered, trying her best to remain calm as she watched all the destruction around. "I-I think some invisible villain attacked the students!"

Wait... Izuku's eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him again. That thing... This monster was... one of the ghosts?

Did that mean that even heroes...

Izuku's eyes widened when he saw the black flesh grow back in place of the missing limb at the terrifying speed. The monster stood up and raised its newly formed clawed hand. The action Deathgoro was absolutely oblivious to.

"Look out!" Izuku yelled, trying to warn the hero. "He is-!"

But his cry died out in the noise of the scene and the blade-like claws slashed through his skin from shoulder down to the belt, opening the giant wound. Before the superstrong hero could even say anything, Izuku watched the monster draw its fits back before slamming it with full force into the hero's body. The force of the impact would be more than enough to send the hero flying into the wall if the monster didn't grab the hero by both of his legs.

Its grip tightened and the hero cried in agony at the feeling of both of his ankle bones being shattered instantly. But it seemed that the monster's true goal was to just rip the hero in his hands apart.

"I got him!" The monster let out another cry of pain as numerous lacquered wooden spears cut through his flesh. Deathgoro fell on the ground, his legs broken and useless. "Get Deathgoro out of here! I'll deal with this one!"

While the villain was invisible and strong enough to go against Deathgoro, Kamui used the chance to attack the monster from the distance. With his body pierced, there was no way for the villain to escape! The wooden constructions sunk in deeper and deeper until they were buried into the concrete, immobilizing the villain. The monster roared in anger, trying to break free and grabbing onto the spears that went through his body. The other heroes started attacking the invisible monster, sending blasts of energy, various projectiles or just using the brute force. Izuku watched in awe as the monster seemed to succumb to the damage and fell on its knees.

All of a sudden, Kamui felt one of the spears crack and his eyes widened in shock. He could feel the villain's powerful grip on the extensions from his hands, slowly breaking them. But that was not the oddest thing. He could feel something deep inside of the monster heating up. It felt like...

"No... It can't be..." Kamui whispered, struggling to keep the villain under control. As he felt that all of the bindings were about to shatter, Kamui turned to all the heroes who were too close to the monster. "Everyone! Get away from that thing! NOW!"

The powerful explosion broke out, injuring several heroes in the process and shattering the bindings at the same time. Izuku eyes widened in shock as the flesh on the monster's belly exploded from the inside, revealing the hostages inside. Trapped by what appeared to be black strings of flesh tissue, Bakugou struggled to get away but to no avail. As the new flesh started forming around his body, Izuku could only helplessly watch his friend become consumed by it once again.

All heroes could only watch with the same look of horror as the ash blond kid disappeared into thin air once again. All this time, there was civilian inside of that thing? And what's more, they couldn't bring it down no matter how hard they tried. Kamui gritted his teeth, feeling the flames burning and scorching his wooden limbs while one of the Healer-type heroes was busy tending to the unconscious Deathgoro.

Izuku watched the heroes just stand there, motionless and doubtful. They all were now times more cautious, knowing that an innocent was involved and that even heroes as powerful as Kamui Woods and Deathgoro were useless against whatever that thing was. All they could do was to wait until the hero with the proper Quirk arrived. But...

What was going to happen to Kacchan?

What was that thing even to begin, with?

As Izuku's heartbeat accelerated, he felt himself sinking into fear and despair more and more as each second passed. The heroes didn't see the monster... They couldn't save him even if they did... And he saw him but... But...

What are you capable of, anyway?

"K-Kacchan..." All Izuku's doubts and fears vanished when he saw the eyes of his friend. Those eyes, which always looked down on him and showed no pity or mercy, had the plead for help in them. He didn't even understand why he ran. All he knew and thought about was that his friend was in danger. And he was not going to just stand here and watch.

Why am I doing this?

The civilians and heroes alike watched the middle school kid run towards the invisible threat. It was a suicide! Someone had to stop him before he killed himself! Izuku ignored all reason and logic and just ran! But why? Why couldn't he just stop?

There is nothing I can do!

Izuku took the backpack and threw it into the monster, drawing its attention to himself. As he kept shortening the distance between the two of them, Izuku didn't notice the green light form at the very bottom of his feet.

The beast opened its mouth wide and soon the explosive blast was shot in Izuku's direction. He should have stopped! He should have run away! Back to safety! He would die here! There was nothing he could do to save his friend!

Then why...?

Why?

Because his eyes were calling for help... Izuku thought as he felt his body move out of the way faster than he could imagine. With a clear shock in his eyes, Izuku looked around himself. His eyes widened even more in surprise when he realized that he was in the air, meters above the ground. What just happened? How did he...

"YOU!" The monster roared out. And even though the words were heard only by Izuku, the sound was powerful enough to shatter any glass object in the nearby radius. Before Izuku could even react, the monster took off and launched himself into Izuku, successfully capturing him with his clawed hands. "So this is you, whose Reiryoku I sensed on those kids! I am so glad I didn't have to look for you!"

"W-What?" Izuku's eyes widened. Kacchan was attacked... because of him? All of this destruction happened because of him?

"Now that I have you, I have no use for the little brat here, I guess." The monster grinned as he released Bakugou from his own flesh, letting the unconscious kid fall down towards the ground. He already got enough of his Reiryoku and would rather feast on much more delicious and powerful soul.

Izuku's eyes widened as he desperately tried to break free from the monster's grip. He needed to save Kacchan! He had to! "Don't worry, kid! Soon you will join him so now... Itadakimasu!"

Izuku stared into the monster's open mouth, gritting his teeth. When he thought he could save someone, he failed... Again. Suddenly, he heard the cheering down below. Averting his gaze, Izuku watched the crowd cheer as the greatest hero All-Might held Kacchan's unconscious body in his hands. He was safe! Izuku couldn't help but smile at that. At least, his friend would survive this experience.

For better or worse, but he was ready to face his end.

Suddenly, the strange feeling returned as the glowing barrier appeared underneath him and the monster before, seemingly, disappearing.

"That should keep the people below safe for a while..." Izuku opened his eyes as he felt the energy, similar to his own, but times and times more powerful. Both him and the monster looked to their right and saw the man standing on thin air.

"How about you let the kid go and crawl back to Hueco Mundo, Hollow?"

He was much taller in comparison to an average Japanese person, had orange hair (probably bleached) and sharp brown eyes, which, coupled with his scowling expression, made Izuku uneasy. The man wore the plain pair of jeans and dark red shirt with number 15 on his chest. Overall, he gave off the feeling of a typical delinquent.

Suddenly, Izuku realized something. This guy... He could see the monster just like he could, right? But then the question was...

Is he just like me?

"Who the hell are you?" The monster sneered, licking his teeth with sickeningly yellow tongue. The creature breathed in, as if it could sniff the man from such distance. This Reiatsu… It felt like nothing he ever felt before. Its eyes narrowed in hostile suspicion. "You are not one of those pathetic heroes?"

"Right, I am not." Ichigo said simply, pulling out a palm-size wooden pendant with a skull and cross image carved into the center. He cast a brief look at the heroes and people below. It didn't take even a minute for the top hero, All Might, to launch himself up right after the "villain". Luckily, the Kido barrier he set up would hold long enough for him to finish the Hollow off.

His brown eyes sharpened at the Menos, hungry and ready to devour souls in the desperate attempt to fill his eternal void.

Lately, some Hollows developed the ability to hide their Reiatsu, staying unnoticed even by Shinigami. So, naturally, the Gotei-13 was concerned with finding out the cause of this, by all means necessary.

He was strongly recommended to try and incapacitate all the Hollows like this one for the sake of the research. So going all out would make this much harder. Luckily, he had enough experience to deal with a low-class Hollow even with this power.

"But soon you'll wish I was."

The next moment Izuku felt the sudden surge of energy completely unknown to him. He saw the mysterious glow surround the man's body, the feeling getting stronger and stronger. All of a sudden, the hurricane of blue energy swirled around the young was just so much of this energy! Izuku could sense the energy similar to the 'Hollow' that was holding him, the energy similar to all those spirits he met before and yet that was just scratching the surface!

Izuku watched the black flames spread all over and white stripes coil around the man's body until the wild dance of this energy slowly came to an end. When the blinding light was gone and Izuku could see again, his eyes widened in shock. All of his normal clothing gone, the man emerged in a completely black bodysuit, snow white armor covering his chest, arms, shoulders, and feet. runs across his face. A single white stripe ran across his face.

"Your Reiatsu is similar to that of Hollows." The monster's words were soaked in venom as he spoke. His eyes were looking over the man up and down, analyzing every single detail about his appearance. The Hollow narrowed his yellow eyes in disgust. "And yet you also reek of Shinigami! So what are you...?!"

"I am not a Shinigami assigned to this area. So technically, I have no real problem with you, if that's what you want to know." Ichigo said nonchalantly. The badge in his hand glowed green. Two beams of the green light extended from the opposite sides of the badge, taking the form of the blade and the hilt. The blade was purely black safe for the silver edge and was the length of a man's entire arm. The hilt was long enough to handle it with two hands and wrapped up in white bandages. "But I am not the type of guy to ignore another person in trouble."

"So I'll repeat myself. How about letting this kid go..." Gripping the hilt, Ichigo pointed the blade at the Hollow and got ready to attack. "and fighting me instead?"

The Hollowed gritted its sharp teeth, glaring at the orange haired punk like the nuisance he was. He couldn't even feel his reiatsu! What was use of some fancy lights when you were so weak and useless?

"Don't mock me!" The Hollow growled out and slammed Izuku into his stomach. The same black flesh tissue from before started wrapping itself around Izuku as if trying to swallow him inside. Instantly, Izuku felt his energy being drained from his body. He did his best to stay conscious but still it was too much for him.

At the same time, the Hollow felt the power. So much energy stored in such a tiny human! It was wasted on a weakling like him!

"Oh, his Reiryoku is so great...! I knew I was right in getting him! Now, come at me! I am going to take you on and then eat-"

His eyes widened in shock as the orange haired punk disappeared in a blink of an eye. He was lucky to block the attack from above with his armored hand. Grinning in feral excitement, the Hollow was about to grab the orange haired punk when, all of a sudden, the armour on his hand shattered under the force of the attack. He felt the pang of pain but ignored it, instead choosing to try and pierce the fucker with his claws.

Dodging all the attacks, Ichigo was trying t concentrate and find the weak spot in this Hollow's body. The last thing he wanted was accidentally killing the kid inside. Ichigo clashed his sword with the Hollow's clawed hand once again, applying his own Reiatsu to strengthen the attack.

"Shokujin..." The moment he felt the Hollow pull his hand back, Ichigo channeled some of his Hollow Reiryoku into the blade, covering it with black and red flames. With the unmatchable speed, he broke the bone armour and cut off the flesh in one single strike. "Getsuga Tenshou!"

The Hollow jumped back, enraged and ready to kill the annoying pest the moment his limb regenerated. But something felt different... Looking down at his missing forearm, the Hollow noticed the burning black and red flame of Reiatsu. Just what the hell did this punk do to him?!

"Is that the best you can do?!" The Hollow roared in anger. He wouldn't let some punk scare him! He commanded his body absorb even more of the kid's Reiryoku into himself. He felt the energy grow beyond his still could drain the kid of as much Reiryoku as he wanted and grow stronger! There was nothing this Shinigami wannabe could do to him now! Opening his mouth, the Hollow used the energy he absorbed to create the sphere of purple energy. "EAT THIS!"

Ichigo's grip on the hilt tightened and he drew the back. He channeled his Reiatsu into the blade and cut through the blast, nullifying the effect. That was no good! At this rate, the Hollow would kill the kid before Ichigo got him out of his stomach. The Hollow gloated at seeing the worried look on the opponent's face. There was no way this punk had the guts to attack him with all he had!

"What happened, punk?!" The Hollow started draining the energy from Izuku. He grinned in bloodlust and pride over his advantage. "Can't risk the life of one brat, can you? You all are alike! Shinigami and Heroes and whatever the hell you are! You are just too weak to do what needs to be done! And that's why..."

He took even more of the kid's Reiryoku, creating a bigger sphere than before.

"... I win!" The Hollow roared out, sending the blast right into Ichigo's face. The attack caught him off guard with its sheer strength. Not letting himself get overwhelmed by it, Ichigo gritted his teeth and concentrated on his next move. Sheathing the sword behind his back, Ichigo put both of his hands together and whispered. "... Bakudo #4: Hainawa!"

Ichigo knew that using the Hado or a more complex technique was still too early for him. But the small-scale Bakudo with his immense amount of Spiritual Energy was more than enough for this task. The thick yellow rope formed in his hands and Ichigo threw it at the Hollow, immobilizing him with it. Using the Bringer light, Ichigo appeared right in front of the incapacitated Hollow before piercing into the monster's stomach with his very hands.

"I got you!" Ichigo pulled the green haired kid out of the Hollow's stomach before unsheathing the word and channeling his energy into it. "Getsuga..."

The Hollow's eyes widened at the bright blue Reiatsu forming around the punk's blade at the instant of the slash. Ichigo drew and raised the sword before releasing the attack. The Hollow's cries died as the Reiatsu in the shape of the crescent moon purified him in the blinding wave of light.

Watching the display of power Izuku never saw before, he felt his consciousness slowly slip away. He felt the man's grip tighten around his waist before being put on the solid ground. As the man's arms glowed with green light and reached out to him, Izuku's eyes shut as he fainted from exhaustion.

With his Fullbring slowly sealing back, Ichigo landed on the nearest roof and placed the kid on the ground. He was lucky that the area the barrier covered was big enough for the place to be inside it. Now, all he needed to do was apply some basic medical kido and not incinerate the teen in the process.

I knew I should have taken someone from the Fourth Squad just in case... As Ichigo made a mental note about this, he heard the cracking sounds pop in the air. Damn, he must have used too much power and now the kido barrier was falling apart. The kido barrier was made specifically to isolate any Reiatsu inside it as well as make them invisible to everyone with low levels of Reiryoku. The last thing he needed now was interrogation from one of the heroes. The kid is almost healed... Now I need to find his house and get him there before-

"Well, hello there, young man!" the cloaking function of the barrier was, seemingly, gone now. Ichigo's eyes narrowed at the sight of the man clad in green pants and white shirt. His blond hair formed two long spikes on the top of his head, his skin was tanned and eyes were shadowed. However, his bright smile did little to hide the readiness to attack and subdue him should such need arise. "Do you mind having a talk with me?"

Ichigo could only sigh heavily.

This is going to be one of those days then, huh...

Izuku woke up with his head as heavy as if it were filled lead. His body was no better, every move causing a pang of pain. Slowly, he opened his eyes and noticed that he was back home.

Was everything just some crazy dream?

Judging by the pain and fatigue, that was very unlikely.

The last thing he remembered was hearing that orange haired man say some strange spell before he fainted from the sudden exhaustion.

"Then how did I get here...?"

"It was me."

Izuku's eyes widened in surprise as he turned to see the familiar orange haired man, now dressed in the same casual clothes as before. What was he doing in his house? Wait, if he was here right now, then what about...

"H-How did you know where I live?" Izuku asked, his tone curious. Then, another question popped up in his mind, making him look at the door with worried look. If she saw him with all those injuries… "D-Did my mom see you?"

"I just searched for the place that had the greater concentration of your Reiatsu." Ichigo shrugged, not bothering to explain much of what he said. He was lucky that All Might let him bring the kid right away from the battle scene. Otherwise, he would have to deal with the reporters without anything to say. "As for your mother, well, it's not like there's much to worry her, is there?"

Confused, Izuku looked over himself and noticed no bruises or even a scratch. How was that even possible?

As if he was able to actually read his mind, the man answered, "I applied Medical Kido on your wounds. I might not be at even Hanatorou's level but still can heal those little bruises you got. Now..."

Kido? What was that and how could it heal him? That sentence alone made even more questions for Izuku to ask. The man stood up and held out his hand in a friendly gesture.

"Kurosaki Ichigo." He introduced himself simply. Slightly worried and still cautious around the man, who was still a complete enigma, Izuku shook his hand and smiled politely.

"M-Midoriya Izuku!" Izuku still couldn't help but stutter. "K-Kurosaki-san?"

"Just Ichigo is alright." Ichigo corrected him with a slight edge to his voice. He had enough of such formalities with the unseated officers. "Yeah?"

"Wh-Who are you?"

Izuku didn't know if it was rude to ask it this way but he was just too shaken from the whole experience to think about it right now. This man right here and now was probably the only chance for him to learn what he is and where his gift came from. And just as the first question left his mouth, Izuku couldn't stop the flow of the new ones.

"I-I mean... Why can you see ghosts? T-That thing back then! You called him a Hollow, right? Was he also a ghost? And why did he talk about Shinigami? How did you know where I live? The Shinigami, as in God Death? And what was that 'Reiryoku' he wanted me for? Why did he smell some of it on Kacchan? And what are all those-"

Ichigo's eye twitched at the speed this kid was talking at. Was he still in some shock or something?

"Midoriya!"

"W-Wha-?!" Izuku snapped out of his mumbling state and blushed guiltily. "I-I... I just want to understand what happened today."

Ichigo sighed and nodded in understanding. While he himself didn't care about why he could see ghosts when he was at his age, Ichigo could see just how much the answers mattered to Midoriya. Bringing the chair closer, he sat down right in front of the green haired teen.

"Allow me to explain it from the scratch." Ichigo started, hoping that kid would be able to follow his explanation with pictures. His drawing skills were much better than Rukia's, but he still was a crappy artist. "When a human dies, his soul leaves the body and becomes a Plus. All the ghosts you have seen so far belong to this group."

"The other one is called Hollows."

Izuku gulped, remembering the creature from before. So there were more of those? The entire species of creatures like that?

"You must have seen those chains on the Pluses' chests, right?"

Getting a nod as confirmation, Ichigo continued on with his lecture, "It is called a Chain of Fate. When a person dies, the Chain is broken because it connected the Soul to the body during life. For various reasons, some Pluses tend to stay in the Human Realm. Usually, they stay to fulfill their goals or deal with their regrets."

"But, being unable to communicate with the living, they grow obsessed with those goals and their Chain starts encroaching." Ichigo said with a frown, having experienced this process himself. "The Encroachment takes different amount of time but it all ends with the same results. The masks from their lost hearts form around their heads. The hole appears in the chest where the chain used to be. A Plus transforms into a Hollow."

"When a Plus transforms into a Hollow, most of its human self is destroyed and replaced by the insatiable hunger for other souls, living and dead. They seek after the objects of their obsession first but then..." Ichigo looked Izuku right in his green eyes. "Then they become just ruthless monsters desiring nothing but to devour souls to sate the hunger and emptiness."

"A-And Shinigami are-"

"Essentially, they are also Pluses but way more powerful. They have two main duties to perform in the Human Realm."

Ichigo held out two fingers, "The first one is to perform ritual Konso to help the Pluses move on to the Soul Society. And the second one is to kill Hollows and, thus, purify them before sending them into Soul Society as Pluses. Thus, the balance between the Human Realm and Spiritual World is maintained."

"Wow..." That was the only thing Izuku could say. That was so much to take in. "B-But why can I see them? Why can I see Pluses and Hollows? And does that mean that all those Pluses I have seen disappear throughout my life became Hollows?"

"They could have." Ichigo answered straightforward. He never was the one to sugar things up. "However, this is the first Hollow that has appeared in this city, according to the local Shinigami. Luckily for them and the others, the Konso ritual was performed on time. This Hollow, however,.. We still have to figure out where he came from."

Izuku nodded, still processing all the information. He was really glad that none of those Pluses he has come across were Hollows. But then another thing resurfaced in Izuku's mind. The Hollow said that he was after Izuku all along. But why?

"Kurosaki-san?" Ichigo ignored the formalities and listened. "What's Reiryoku? The Hollow mentioned that Kacchan and the other guys had some traces of mine on them."

"Reiryoku is a power which every being possesses. People like you, Midoriya, possess exceptionally high levels of it. That's why you have the ability to see and interact with the Pluses." Izuku looked at his palms, wondering what else this Reiryoku enabled him to do. That high-speed movement from before was definitely not something he could do before. "However, there are special cases of people who can use Reiryoku for more than just that."

Izuku gulped and focused all of his attention on Kurosaki-san's words., "One of those cases are Full Manifestation Artists or Fullbringers. They are the spiritually aware humans with the ability to manipulate the souls contained within physical matter. This ability is called Fullbring..."

"The same power that I possess."

Kurosaki-san took the glass of water and the green energy started glowing around it. Izuku watched with awe as the water left the vessel in snake-like movements before getting sent into the man's mouth.

"The same power that you used today, Midoriya."

"S-So that's what it was back then." Izuku whispered, his voice full of excitement and worry. C-Could that mean that he could be a hero? Could he use this Fullbring to fulfill his dream and become a hero like All-Might? But then the thought struck him. Why would he... "K-Kurosaki-san, why are you telling me all of this? From what I understand, if this power originates from Hollow Reiryoku, wouldn't that mean that there is a chance of me becoming one?"

"Not exactly." Ichigo said with a sigh. "While it still not ruled out as the possibility, this has never happened before. And I have seen many Fullbringers in the last decades."

Izuku's eyes widened. Did he say "decades"? Just how old was he? Was it also part of the Fullbring? The side effect of the interaction with ghosts and spirits? Ichigo sighed as he looked at the green haired kid mumble something under his breath endlessly. Did he always overthink things like that?

"Hey, Midoriya," Izuku's mumbling stopped as Ichigo looked around his room.

So many posters with heroes. Did it really matter to him that much? Did this kid want to become a hero for the same reason as everyone else?

"Why did you run off so suddenly to help that guy? You two don't exactly look like you are friends. And out of the entire crowd, you were obviously the weakest guy there, seeing that you have no Quirk. So why did you risk your life?"

Izuku didn't think much about the answer. He took a breath, calming himself down.

"Ever since I was a kid... I wanted to be a hero. To be able to help and protect people... This has always been m-my dream." Izuku smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "A-And when I saw K-Kacchan... I don't know why but it felt like my body moved on its own. At that moment, I didn't even think about what I was doing. I-I fully knew just how dangerous it was and that I would be of no help but... But I am still happy that I did."

Ichigo couldn't help but chuckle at such simple honesty. Risking your life without any thought? Putting everything on the line for the sake of someone you barely know? This kid, born Quirkless, was already a bigger hero than all those "Pro Heroes" today.

"Well, I guess I have no other choice." Ichigo said, confusing Midoriya. "If you want to become a hero, then I should at least make sure you learn how to control your abilities."

"A-Are you serious?" Izuku asked in non-believing tone. "I-Is it really okay? I-I mean, are you not going to get in trouble with Shinigami for doing that?"

"Trust me, I already have got into enough of it before." Izuku sweatdropped at the statement. Didn't that mean that Kurosaki-san should be more careful with what he does instead of the opposite? "One more is not going to hurt."

Ichigo quickly wrote something on the piece of paper he took from Izuku's desk and handed it to him. "Tomorrow, come to this place. Oh, and get enough sleep, okay? You might start missing it when your training starts."

Izuku nodded in excitement, eyeing the piece of paper in his hands.

This...

This was his ticket to the Heroics Department and his Dream!

Today is the best day of my life!

Okay, guys. This is the rewritten chapter, which had less inconsistencies thanks to the Ultimate Black Ace.

Thanks to him, I realized some really clunky and weird elements in the chapter and tried to fix them.

For starters, I deleted Chad's cameo because it was way too sudden and didn't really make any sense storywise.

And second, more importantly, during the Ichigo vs Hollow fight, there is a kido barrier (not created by Ichigo specifically though) that prevents heroes from interefering with the battle. The reason why Ichigo set up the barrier is because the Hollow was far too dangerous to keep around the living people, even if they are heroes, that's first. And second, he needed to have more space to use Getsuga Tenshou.

Additionally, instead of Chad's cameo, I decided to put this small piece of dialogue between All Might and Ichigo. I think it contributes to the world-building of the story way more.

Anyway, I hope the edited version is to your liking, guys!

Read and Review!