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Recovery Girl did not move. 

After the selection meeting for the Hero Course’s future students, everyone had left the room but her. Instead of grabbing her trusted cane and walking back to the infirmary, Recovery Girl read the file on her hand over and over and over again. 

Midoriya Izuku. Quirk: Healing Contact. 

The name is self-explanatory. Anyone Midoriya Izuku came in direct contact with, he will be able to heal any injuries they have. Even old and untreatable ones, at the cost of his stamina. A Quirk too much the same yet different from hers. But a healing Quirk wasn’t that uncommon. Not in this day and age. 

What caught her attention was the boy she saw. 

The boy who ran through dangers with the most tiresome expression on his face, risking his own safety to help people he’s never met. All with the most genuine smile. 

And Aizawa rejected his application. Claiming someone who isn’t willing to hurt others doesn’t belong in the Hero Course. The man always has a point, as much bullshit as that point is, sometimes. But the decision was final, and the door was closed. A spot in General Education will let him get another shot at the Sport Festival, but.... 

Called her cruel and a pessimist, but the chances were.... slim. The Sport Festival is usually a show-off show for the Hero Course, and only someone who is at least on par with them at showing off could have a thin shot. And the boy’s Quirk could do harm to no one but himself. All in all, it was setting up hope to crush it.... 

And she couldn’t stand that. 

Not while she is here. (Chiyo reprimanded herself at the poor imitation of her old friend and the blond oaf) 

With determination, Chiyo finally grabbed the cane and left the room, but not back to her office. 

“Izu- Izu- Izuku!” 

Jolted awake by his mother’s frantic scream, Izuku rubbed his tired eyes before he set the pair of chopsticks he was holding down. Calmly, he walked towards the living room before getting bummed into by his mother. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Izuku asked with a soft smile. “You know you can’t flood the apartment with your tears again. Satou-san downstairs has been getting grumpier-” 

“That’s not important!” Inko yelled back, before showing Izuku a letter she held in her hand. “U.A. U.A’s letter has arrived!” 

For the first time since he woke up this morning, Izuku finally displayed an expression other than tiredness. His eyes widened at the revelation, gaining more energy than ever. Maybe with a little dreadfulness along with it. Slowly, he took the letter from his mother’s hand and studied it. 

“It’s the real thing....” He mumbled. 

“You go and open it!” Inko shouted, snapping him out of his thought. “I’ll clean up the table! Just.... go to your room and open it!” 

Without a chance to reply, Izuku was pushed into his room. A moment of hesitation passed, and Izuku finally gathered up the courage to open the letter. Slowly tearing the seal off, Izuku found a coin-shaped device falling out of the envelope. He clicked on it and to his shock, a hologram projection of his hero appeared, her face serious and firm. 

“Good day to you, Midoriya Izuku.” The senior lady in a white coat with pink visor spoke up. “My name is Shuzenji Chiyo, more commonly known as Recovery Girl, and I’m here to announce your result.” 

Izuku sped up his breathing unconsciously. 

“You were among the highest scorers for the written exam. Almost a perfect mark, if not for that one spelling mistake you made in the essay question.” She continued, unaware of Izuku’s relief breath at the result. ‘Halfway there’, he thought. “As for the practical exam….” 

The hologram then turned into footage of Izuku dashing through the exam site, helping a brown-haired girl up on her feet while healing her injuries with his Quirk. “Instead of destroying robots, you focused on aiding others. You did not take down even a single robot, Midoriya-kun. We do have Rescue Points in place, but even with them, I’m saddened to say that you weren’t qualified into the Hero Course.” 

The lack of response was the only thing Izuku could do. ‘Just as expected’, Izuku hung his head down, not even having the energy to shed a tear. He considered turning off the projection and just fell back to sleep. But before he could do that, Recovery Girl showed a smirk as she continued. 

“That is where I came in.” Her words stopped him from turning off the hologram. “I see the potential in you, Midoriya-kun, and I want to help you explore it. Principal Nezu did too, as he signed this.” 

She revealed a piece of paper. 

“Apprenticeship.” She explained. “Aside from your education in the General Course, you will also be taking medical lessons with me. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being a healer, all in the span of one year. Once I deemed you qualify, you’ll get the chance to transfer to the Hero Course. I need to make one thing clear though: I’ll work you to the bones! So, you had better think twice before accepting this. Regardless of your decision, a seat in General Education is already yours, Midoriya Izuku. Welcome, to your maybe-Hero Academia!” 

The noise of a door being shut loudly jolted Izuku out of his sleep. With a yawn, he looked over and found his mentor walking in with an annoyed expression. 

 
“Chiyo-sensei?” Izuku asked as he watched the old lady make her way towards her chair. “Who pissed you off this time?” 

“Your girlfriend, that’s who.” She replied not looking over as she set the cane and threw herself onto the chair. “The first year with the gravity quirk. Aizawa thought it would be nice to let them go all-out on hand-to-hand combat.” 

“Uraraka-san?” Izuku chuckled as he brewed the tea. “Right, like I’m lucky enough to date her.” 

He didn’t notice the deadpanned look Chiyo gave him. 

“That tea set is a gift from 1-A's vice president, right? What about her?” 

“Yaoyorozu-san?” Izuku hummed as he put sugar into the tea. “She’s amazing! I think the right word here is ‘too good for me’.” 

A painful groan escaped Chiyo. Almost a year in and her idiot of a student still hasn’t realized a single thing. 

“Okay, let’s assume 1-A is out of the equation.” She continued, accepting the cup of tea from Izuku. “What of 1-B? The one with the vine hair? She definitely blushed when she talked to you this morning.” 

“Quite concerning, isn’t it?” Izuku nodded. “I told her she could rest here, and I’ll watch over her until she gets better, but her face just turned redder. The seasonal fever is really getting out of hand. I think even Kurose-sensei caught it.” 

Watching her student put on a concerned and thoughtful look, Chiyo couldn’t help but mumble.  

“Why did Setsuna have to fall for such a rock head...?!” 

“What’s that about Tokage-san?” Izuku asked. “Oh no, did she catch the fever as well!? Should I run over and check?” 

“She’s fine. Quit yapping.” Chiyo grabbed her cane as she threatened to whoop Izuku with it. “I just don’t understand her taste in men. Any of their tastes in men, actually....” 

Izuku tilted his head in confusion. 

Less than a year ago, Shuzenij Chiyo took Midoriya Izuku in with hope that he could succeed her, to be the one who helps Heroes. Yet here she is, watching that boy seducing every single person without even realizing it. She knew she didn’t regret teaching him. 

She was just worried he might actually be why she has a heart attack in the future. 

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Case file #1: Uraraka Ochako 

“Dear Diary, I’m afraid my nurse is going to get jumped.” 

“Deep breath, Izuku, deep breath...!”  

Izuku whispered to himself in front of the giant door. The sign said ‘1-C’ looking down at him, waiting for him to open the door and enter. Taking in a deep breath as he told himself, Izuku entered the classroom.  

“He’s not here....”  

Ochako whispered to herself as she looked around the classroom for a familiar set of fluffy green hair. She did catch sight of some fluffy hair, but both were pink and purple. Heck, the only green hair belonged to a girl who sat scarily still.  

Did he not make it in? But that’s impossible...! She only made it thanks to him! Rescue Point was a thing, wasn’t it? No one deserved those points more than that boy she saw running around, helping everyone in sight....  

The loud, glasses guy and the sparkling guy made it in! How the heck did that green angel not!  

Maybe he’s in 1-B?  

But before Ochako could come up with more possible scenarios, a yellow caterpillar on the ground caught her, and everyone’s, attention.  

“Izuku-kun!” 

Looking up from his talk with Chiyo on their way back to the infirmary, Izuku saw a cheerful set of brown hair running towards him. She was still in her pink with a dark accent, skin-tight hero costume, waving with the most enthusiasm he ever saw from another human being. 

“Uraraka-san.” Izuku greeted back with a smile, not noticing Chiyo letting out a tired sigh. “You look happy today. Did something good happened?” 

“Just happy to see you!” Ochako replied with a blush, a gesture Izuku registered as her getting tired from running. 

“Running immediately after strenuous exercise is really not good for your health.” Without hesitation, Izuku put a hand on Ochako’s forehead, looking straight at her intensely for signs of fatigue. “Your face is kind of hot, right now. You’re not making any eyes contact. You’re making some strange noises.... It doesn’t look like fatigue, but it’s not normal, either. Chiyo-sensei, what’s your thought?” 
 

“I believe you should let the poor girl have some space before she fainted.” Chiyo calmly replied. While her rock-headed student was looking for signs, she had to witness the poor girl’s face reach a new level of redness at the closeness. 

“Well, I’m just going to use my Quirk, just in case.” Meanwhile, Izuku did not take a single clue as he grew more worried and started to grab Ochako’s hand. At the sudden contact, Ochako let out some more gibberish as she watched her hand being gently held by Izuku. 

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Izuku-kun!” Ochako managed to stutter out a response. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm fine! Really! You’re going to get tired from using your Quirk!” 

“What’s a little fatigued if I could help you?” Izuku joked, not noticing smoke started emitting from Ochako’s bright red face. “Hell, I’ll do this for the rest of my life if I have to. Anything for you, Uraraka-san.” 

Both didn’t notice Chiyo already gave up and left. 

“Excuse me, is anyone here...?”  

Ochako dragged herself into the infirmary with the most exhaustion she’s ever felt. Mentally, that is. The Entrance Exam took the cake for physical exhaustion. Immediately after the threat of expulsion from her homeroom teacher, Ochako had to sit through lunch without eating a single thing. Dinner Water is all she needs to say healthy throughout the day. Daily lunch and breakfast just put more of a toll on her already limited pocket. To top on all of that, the Quirk Apprehension Test made the atmosphere in her class tenser than ever. After realizing that they could get expelled at any moment, no one tried to strike up a conversation with anyone, which just made her focus more on her growling stomach.   

“Hi, good evening!” She didn’t have the energy to turn towards where voice was coming from, focusing instead on staying awake. “Recovery Girl just left, but I’m here to look after the office when she’s out. Can I help you with anything?”  

“I’m.... fine.” Ochako dragged herself onto the bed. “I just need to rest. Today has been.... tiring.”  

“Ah, overwhelming first day, I assume.” The soft, kind and somewhat familiar voice chuckled. “Recovery Girl did tell me to expect someone from the first year to come.”  

Ochako could hear noises of the cupboards being searched, along with the sound of water being poured into a cup. “Usually, sleeping the tiredness off would be recommended, but sleeping with an empty stomach just makes it worse.”  

She then saw a Yakisoba bread being placed in front of her face. Without missing a single step, Ochako tore the packaging off and devoured the bread with only a few bites. She quickly snatched the cup of water away from the nurse’s(?) hand and gulped down the water.  

“Easy there.” The nurse’s chuckle somehow even got softer. “Saving someone three times in row would be a new record for me.”  

Ochako head shot up and, in an instant, she recognized that face. The green angel who lifted that piece of debris up and rescued her. The same angel she’s been looking for all morning.  

“IT’S YOU!” She screamed, earning a chuckle from him.  

“Good to see you again too, gravity girl.” He smiled as he offered her another glass of water. “Rough day in the Hero Course.”  

“Ugh, the worst!” Ochako groaned before she gulped down another glass of water. “I take it you’re having an easier day?” 
 

“Orientation was.... interesting.” Izuku hummed. “Nezu-sensei sure loves to talk about how to keep his hair smooth and fluffy. I still don’t know how both those things went together. Other than that, it’s mostly just a quick look over at what we’re about to learn. Even Recovery Girl onl briefed me about what I should do while I’m here.”  

“So, 1-B hasn’t done the Quirk Apprehension Test yet?” Ochako tilted her head curiously.  

“Well, I haven’t seen anyone from 1-B came yet.” Izuku closed his eyes, trying to remember. “But I doubt a Quirk Apprehension would result in someone coming here.”  

“Wait- huh?” This time, Ochako’s confused noise made Izuku look over at her. “You’re not in 1-B?!”  

“No...?” Izuku replied slowly, not understanding Ochako’s shocked expression. “I’m in 1-C. General Education Department. But yeah, it’s pretty cool that Midnight is our homeroom teacher. Like, they let pro heroes-”  

“But- But!” Ochako sat up. “Why aren’t you in the Hero Course?! You helped a lot of people!”  

“I guess I’m just not what U.A looks for.” Izuku smiled sadly. “But on the other hand, Recovery Girl herself offered to be my mentor. You’ve gotta jump on that chance immediately, girl.”  

Ochako couldn’t believe her ears. The guy- no, the Hero sitting in front of her wasn’t qualified? Was U.A stupid? He literally ran through the entire exam site just to help others! Nothing screams ‘Hero’s Material’ louder than that! And yet, a grape pervert got in instead of him?!  

‘Would he be in the Hero Course if he hadn’t risk saving me?’ A thought occurred in Ochako’s head.  

“It stinks, yes. But it’s not the end of the world.” Izuku’s words snapped Ochako out of her thought. “I have the chance to work with my all-time favorite heroin-”  

“It’s my fault....” Ochako’s mindless mutter stopped Izuku’s ranting. “You failed because you had to jump in and save me from my stupid mistake. You could have been destroying robots and gotten more points if it hadn’t for me. It’s all my faul-”  

Before Ochako could finish, she felt a swift, sharp pain in her forehead. She let out a painful yelp and looked up at the perpetrator. The green hair angel just flicked her forehead.  

“Quit that, please.” A frown appeared on Izuku’s face (Ochako will never admit loudly that it doesn’t suit his kind, pretty and cute face) . “I failed because of me, alright? No one else. I don’t regret helping others, so you shouldn’t regret getting helped.”  

“But-”  

“I saved you because I wanted to.” Izuku firmly cut Ochako’s off with a smirk. “I made a choice. If U.A decided, they wanted to fail me because of that then too bad. I’m not changing my decisions. Never. I do this to help people. What’s the point of becoming a hero if I have to abandon someone who needs help?”  

Ochako could only stare at Izuku wordlessly, not even noticing a slight tinge of blush appeared on her cheeks. Thankfully, the boy himself took that more seriously than it should’ve been.  

“Say, since you’re already here, do you want me to use my Quirk on you? Just like the Entrance Exam?” He got closer and whispered into her ears, turning Ochako’s blush harder. “My Quirk lets me heal others at the cost of my own energy. That’s what I did at the Entrance Exam.”  

“B-B-B-But are you allowed to do that?” Ochako stuttered. “I-I-I-I-I don’t think we can use our Quirks without permission on school ground!”  

“What are you, a cop?” Izuku chuckled. “Wait, that's a stupid question. Ignore it. But you’re right. Recovery Girl hasn’t allowed me to use my Quirk without her supervision just yet.”  

But before Ochako could say anything else, she could hear Izuku’s voice become more playful as he whispered into her ears. “How about we let this become our little secret ?”  

Ochako fainted immediately as Izuku gently held her hands.  

“One of your ‘ friends ’ just dropped this off.” 

Chiyo threw a shirt in Izuku’s direction. Ignoring Chiyo’s emphasis on the word ‘friends’, Izuku immediately brightened up at the sight of his favorite shirt. Taking a glance at the shirt, Chiyo visibly gagged at its appearance. 

“How is that, your favorite shirt?” 

“It’s funny!” Izuku showed her a plain black t-shirt with the word ‘Gym Outfit’ written on it. 

“It’s horrible.” Chiyo remarked. “Why did you even give that thing to someone? That thing could even rival my great niece’s hoodie in horribleness!” 

“Tokage’s hoodie is awesome!” Izuku stuck out his tongue in response. “But I gave this shirt to Kirishima-san after his got burnt during training.” 

“Ah, I remember now.” Chiyo nodded with a tired expression. “That was a recorded simultaneous nosebleed at one moment.” 

“Quite scary, wasn’t it?” Izuku chuckled grimly. “40 simultaneous nosebleeds at the same time. I still think it was a Villain’s Quirk at play.” 

“Not because you took off your shirt in front of them?” Chiyo asked incredulously. 

“Why would they bleed at me taking off my shirt?” 

Chiyo ignored his question as she continued typing into her computer. 

“You sure you’re better now? I can still go at it for another half an hour.”  

Izuku asked Ochako, who was leaving the room with an energetic expression on her face that turned red at the phrasing.  

“I’m fine! 100%” Ochako laughed a little too loudly. “I’ll see you soon....”  

“Oh, right.” Izuku chuckled as he offered his hand. “Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you....”  

“Uraraka Ochako!” Ochako accepted the shake.  

School life was looking brighter for her.  

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Case File #2: Hagakure Toru  

“Dear diary, I think my nurse/assistant is talking to himself again.”  

“I didn’t know the winter is coming.”  

Izuku looked up from the gigantic medical book that Chiyo forced him to squeeze the contents into his head. Over at the desk, Chiyo set the phone down with another tired look.  

“1-A.” She explained without a retort at the joke. “Tosh- The Hero Foundation’s teacher thought it would be great to conduct Quirk Combat on their first week at school. All without safety guidelines nor precautions!”  

“That’s.... dangerous.” Izuku set the book down and went over to help his mentor with preparing medical supplies. “Shouldn't this be their first time using their Quirk against another human being?”  

“Yes!” Chiyo confirmed. “And yet that blond oaf thought it would be nice to pitch those teenagers against one another! I swear, if not for that stupid Quirk of his, I would already have beaten him to death with this cane!”  

Ignoring the blond and mysterious Quirk part, Izuku chuckled awkwardly as he received the frost-burn treatments. “I don’t think doctors are supposed to kill people, Recovery Girl.”  

“You took that oath last week, not me.” Chiyo casually remarked. “Why do you think I always have a cane with me?”  

“.... Because you’re going to crumble without it?”  

“Hah! Youngsters these days, underestimating their elders!” Chiyo laughed. “I’ll have you know I used to bench press All Might when I was young!”  

“Was it after you took your dinosaur out for a walk, grandm-” Izuku got cut off with a bottle of medicine threw at his face.  

“Don’t use the G word with me, young man. I am the Youthful Heroine.” She commanded, before kissing Izuku on the nose to heal him.  

“My bad.” Izuku rubbed his once injured nose. “Back to the main topic. Why are we prepping frost-burn medical supplies?”  

“One of the students decided to freeze an entire building in one-shot to win the exercise.” Chiyo explained. “Two students were caught in the glacier. One just needs a blanket to cool down. The other one, however, wasn’t wearing any sort of clothes so the caught the worst of it.”  

“I see.” Izuku nodded as he looked at the tablet displaying a building engulfed in ice. Suddenly, Chiyo's words hit him harder than any punches he ever received. “What do you mean by ‘wasn’t wearing any sort of clothes’?”  

Chiyo then handed him a table containing Hagakure Toru’s file and watched his reaction. Just as she and Nezu expected, Izuku wore the most flabbergasted expression ever as he read through the information.  

“Oh, hey, Hagakure-san!” Izuku waved towards the empty chair in the corner as he entered.  

Surprised by her name being called out of the blue, Toru turned towards the door and found the school’s her favorite nurse strolled inside, looking as tired as ever. However, before she could voice her concern, another beat her to it.  

“Nurse!” An energetic, cheerful voice spoke up loudly. “Why do you look like you haven’t sleep for three days straight?”  

“I sleep just fine, Hatsume-san.” Izuku answered as he rubbed his panda-looking eyes. “I just came back from a mission with Chiyo-sensei. Some villains just don’t get that people rest during weekends.”  

“Shouldn’t you be resting, then?” Mei looked at him with concern. At the side, quietly, Toru got closer to Izuku and inspected his eyepatches. He looked like he could barely keep his eyes open.  

“I am about to.” Izuku nodded. “Are you joining me in bed?”  

Mei and Toru’s brains shut down right there.  

Not noticing the two girls in front of him froze up, Izuku casually continued. “Remember? Power Loader-sensei asked me to make sure you get enough sleep.”  

He gently grabbed Mei’s hand, who did not react even the slightest, and set the screwdriver she was holding down on a nearby table. “The infirmary is empty right now, so we got our own beds. We could probably get a few hours of sleep in before we have to vacate the room.”  

Before Izuku left with a still frozen up Mei, he looked over at Toru. “Do you want to come to, Hagakure-san?”  

“I- uh- I sleep fine not. You go on with or without me, please.” Toru managed to stutter out weird sentences due to her brain not recovering from the previous shock.  

“I see.” He smiled gently. “Nice braids, by the way. They suit you a lot.”  

“Wha- How did you know I braided my hair?” Toru asked with a tinge of disbelief in her voice as she unconsciously caressed her braids with a reddened face that she hoped he couldn’t tell.  

“A hunch you just confirmed for me.” Izuku chuckled as he left the room without looking back. “You’ve been playing with them the moment I got in the room. I just wasn’t sure if those were braids or ponytail. Like last time.”  

“Fr-r-r-r-rost bur-r-r-rn su-u-u-u-ucks!”  

Toru’s teeth clattered together as Izuku and Chiyo treated her injuries. Izuku focused on wrapping Toru’s injuries up while Chiyo carefully kissed her on the right cheek to heal the injuries.  

After she made sure there was nothing left for her to do and Izuku could take care of the rest, Chiyo turned towards Izuku.  

“I’m going to make sure that blond oaf doesn’t send any more students my way. Look over the office for a minute for me, dearie.”  

“Aight, Aight, RG~.”  

Satisfied with her student’s answer, Chiyo left the room. Toru sat in an awkward silence as she watched the nurse sort out the supplies while whistling a familiar tune that she couldn’t place for the life of her.  

“Hey, Nurse-san!” Toru finally spoke up, gaining Izuku’s attention. “I don’t believe I caught your name earlier?”  

“It’s Midoriya Izuku. 1-C, General Education Department.” He introduced himself, not breaking eye contact with her, which was the weirdest thing, in her opinion. “You are Hagakure Toru, correct?”  

“Y- Yeah!” Shaking herself off the weird eye contact thing, Toru looked away. “So, you’re a nurse? At this age? You’ve done this before?”  

“Not quite.” The nurse's smile somehow got softer and kinder than it already was. “Most of my first-aid knowledge came from books and community courses. I did help whoever needed their injuries tend to, but none was this official.”  

“Must be nice.” Toru giggled. “Here I am, failing my first Heroic Lesson.”  

“I wouldn’t say it’s your fault.” Izuku hummed non-committedly as he checked over the labels of some medicines. “You shouldn’t even be put in that situation in the first place. It’s only your first lesson, after all. And, whoever made that thing you called a Hero Costume should be put on the gallows.”  

“It’s- It’s not that terrible!” Toru stuttered at the casual remarks. “My Quirk is Invisibility. There’s not much they can do about my.... situation.”  

“Nuh-uh!”  

With a smooth, swift motion, Izuku pulled out a notebook from.... somewhere and turned towards the destined page. He revealed the page’s content to Toru.  

“Ok, first of all, calling your Quirk [Invisibility] is just stupid. How do you think your Quirk works?”  

Decided to blow pass the rude remarks, Toru answered. “My body naturally refracts light. That’s why I can’t be seen.” 
 

“Oversimplified.” Izuku clicked his tongue. “How do you think light works on our eyes?”  

“I.... don’t?” 
 

“Light needs to hit our eyes so that we can see. If light just went through your eyes, what do you think would happen?” 
 

“.... I would be blind...!” Toru realized. “But- But maybe my Quirk has some ways to work around that concept? Quirks are bullshit, after all!” 
 

“Quirks are bullshit. That’s without a doubt.” Izuku nodded. “But even they obey the law of physics. Sometimes they may work around it, even mess with it. But they do not disregard the natural law of physics. Take my Quirk, for example. I channel my own vitality and transfer it to other people through direct contact, but I can’t do it on myself.”  

Not even pretending to understand the science that came out of Izuku’s mouth, Toru asked, anxiously at the implications of Izuku’s word. “Then- Then how does my Quirk related to any of this?”  

“My theory is you aren’t completely invisible.” Izuku proudly announced his theory, missing Toru’s hitched breath. “Your pupils must be visible in the smallest, thinnest way possible to allow you to see. It’s invisible to the human’s eyes, but it’s there. It’s visible. That’s how you can see. If you can figure out how it works, you may be able to switch between invisibility and visibility with a simple flick of a finger. How does that relate to your Hero Costume, you may ask? Well, a skintight suit tailored with your specific DNA can turn invisible and visible with you, so you won’t have to walk around in your baby’s uniform anymore. Well, it’s not technically a baby’s uniform because of the gloves and boots, but it’s preposterous, nonetheless. No one should walk around like that even if they can’t be se-”  

“I can.... become visible?”  

With one simple sentence, Toru made Izuku stop in the middle of his ranting. Not understanding the heavy implications behind those words, Izuku answered.  

“Theoretically speaking, at least. It’s just a theory. A Quirk theory.” He smirked to himself, proud at the joke.  

All of a sudden, Toru’s silence turned into sobs, and Izuku’s brain stopped operating. Although overwhelmed by the sudden show of emotion, Izuku gently grabbed Toru’s hand and spoke in the softest tone he could.  

“I don’t want to give you any false hope, Hagakure-san.” Toru sobbed more at Izuku’s words. “But as long as it is still a possibility, Recovery Girl and I will work to the graves to make sure you can reach your full potential.”  

She looked up. In front her was still the same set of viridian eyes. But the tiredness it had was completely replaced by determination and assurance. Not once did they break away from her own.  

For the first time ever in her life, Toru could feel someone looking at her.  

“Where are those notebooks coming from, by the way?” Setsuna asked, eyes still staring at Izuku’s back in disbelief.  

“What notebooks?” Izuku replied cluelessly as he continued his writing.  

“That!” Setsuna pointed at the notebook Izuku was holding in his hand. In return, Izuku looked at where Setsuna was pointed at and looked back at her with worry.  

“You sure Tetsutetsu-san's punch didn’t leave a concussion?”  

Setsuna turned towards her great aunt as a last resort, trying to understand the sheer madness that was happening. Much to her disappointment, her aunt just gave her a cup of tea.  

“Something aren’t for us mortals to know, Setsuna.” Chiyo casually said as she sipped her tea. “Learn to live with it. Your live will be much easier.”  

Setsuna gulped down the cup of tea like it was a bottle of liquor.  

“I’ll talk with Shuzenji-sensei about your Hero Costume.” Izuku assured Toru. “The person who went through with the gloves and boots is already dead. To her, at least. I took an oath, sadly.”  

Giggling at the joke, Toru mindlessly tugged her invisible hair behind her ears. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun. Honestly. You don’t know how much you’ve helped me.”  

“It’s in the job description.” Izuku smiled at her words. “I’ll be here if you need help with your Quirk.”  

“Can I come visit for.... you know.... lunch and stuff? Time to time?” Toru asked meekly, not daring to meet Izuku’s eyes this time.  

“Just don’t come wearing this again. You don’t know how hard it is for me to keep my thoughts at bay.”  

Before Toru could burst into flame from embarrassment, Izuku continued. “No feelings could describe how angry I am at.... this. Gloves and boots...? It’s an insult to the Support Industry! Nothing boils my blood more than this.”  

“R- Right.” Toru whistled. “I’m angry, too. Nothing but anger! Definitely only anger!”  

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Case file #3: Kouda Kouji 

“Dear Diary, is there any way to check if someone is a Disney’s princess?” 

Angel exists. He knew it. One appeared in front of him.  

It all happened too fast, though.  

One moment, he was having lunch with Shouji and Tokoyami, next thing he knew, the alarm almost blew his ears off. Chaos ensued immediately after. Students pushed against one another, completely disregarding others' safety. Thankfully, with his figure being naturally larger than others, Kouji wasn’t hurt too badly.  

Physically, at least.  

The sound of alarm blaring through the hall, students screaming, telling each other to move, combined, triggered a panic attack. As a selective mute, Kouji never asked for anyone’s help. Whenever he was having any of his episodes, an animal friend always came and was there for him, helping him to calm down.  

But currently, with the chaos ensuing, even with his best effort through the panic attack, no one heeded his call.  

Everything was becoming blurry.  

And he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.  

“How many times do I need to tell you, Midoriya Izuku, that this is not a pet café!” 

Upon entering, Chiyo could already see a headache incoming. U.A’s Big Three, its pride, was sitting on the floor, cuddling a rabbit.  

“Chiyo-sensei.” Her assistant, the one she left in charge of the infirmary while she was gone, was brewing tea like usual. “A cup of tea?” 

“Please.” Chiyo asked before switching back to the main issue. “Why is there a rabbit here?” 

Izuku answered as he offered Chiyo a cup of tea, who thanked him as she grabbed it. “Kouda-san asked me to watch over his rabbit. He’s out with Tokoyami-san to buy groceries.” 

“Really?” Chiyo quirked an eyebrow. “I heard that boy is very protective and secretive of his rabbit.” 

“That’s why I told him, ‘I’ll take care of any needs you have and show you a good time’.” 

“Those were your exact words?” Chiyo emphasized. 

“Yeah.” 

“And you said those while looking at him?” 

“Of course.” Izuku smiled innocently. “I need to assure him Yuwai-chan will be well taken care of and she’ll have fun here.” 

Chiyo had half a mind to chew the teacup and be done with it. 

“Nod if you can hear my voice.”  

Watching the student with a rock-shaped head in front him nodded shakily. Izuku immediately focused his energy and passed it to him.  

“I’m definitely going to get complained to for using my Quirk on another student, again.” Izuku whispered in a soft tone but contrary to his word, Izuku was smiling. “But they should have better security if they really want to enforce that rule, right?”  

Seeing the boy in front of him letting out a soft giggle as his breath became steadier, Izuku slowly reduced the intensity of his Quirk but still kept it going.  

After 5 minutes are so, the deafening alarm stopped, allowing Kouji to calm down faster. Finally regaining a clear view, a set of green, unnaturally fluffy hair that reminded him of a forest, smiled at him. Despite the heavy eyebags that caught the attention of anyone looking at them, Kouji could see the kindness inside his eyes.  

“Nod if you can see me clearly now.” The angel in front of him whispered in a soft tone.  

Following his request, Kouji nodded timidly. The smile somehow got kinder, hearing his response, making his heart skip a beat. The angel put his hand into his coat pocket and took out something. Or someone.  

“Jerry here led me to you.” A small, grey mouse sitting in the angel’s palm squeaked a happy noise before running off.  

“I’ll put the cheese near your door.” The angel smiled, looking towards where the little mouse was running off.  

Kouji quickly pulled out his phone to type in his appreciation, but before he could do it, the angel continued to surprise him. “You can sign if you want to.”  

Although his hands were definitely shaking now, Kouji managed to sign. “ Thank. You. For. Helping. Me. ”  

“You’re welcome.” The angel nodded. “Sorry for using my Quirk without asking you first.”  

Kouji waved his hands frantically before signing again. “ I. Should. Be. The. One. Who. Apologized. ”  

“Kayama-sensei and Shuzenji-sensei will cover for me. Don’t worry about it.” The green angel chuckled, before he looked at his phone with widened eyes. “We should get back to our classes. Just find me at the nurse’s office after school if you need anything else, okay?”  

Without missing a beat, Izuku helped Kouji up on his feet and ran off towards where 1-C at, leaving the hero student standing there, wondering if he had an unknown heart disease.  

“You know you really shouldn’t feed rodents infesting the school, right?” 

Chiyo said as she watched Izuku put some leftovers into a bento box. 

“It’s not the 14th century.” The boy replied casually as he continued packing the food. “And you’re not a plague doctor. That would make a cool Halloween’s cosplay for us, though.” 

“I wear a costume every day, dearie.” Chiyo replied, losing interest in reprimanding her student. “It’s always Halloween.” 

Izuku only chuckled at her response. Before Izuku could wave goodbye to Chiyo, the door to the nurse's office opened and a woman with short, blue navy colored hair in a spacesuit peaked her head inside. 

“Shuzenji-san, the principal is looking for you.” 

“Did he say what is it about?” Chiyo looked at her. 

“Something about your old friend.” 

Letting out a sigh, Chiyo grabbed her cane and left the room after reminding Izuku to clean up the infirmary before he went home. After Chiyo had left, Anan turned towards Izuku. 

“Going home now, Midoriya-kun?” 

“After I feed the mice.” Izuku shook the food bag with a smile, before leaving the room with Anan. 

“I heard the mouses are helping Nezu with collecting information.” Anan hummed as she watched Izuku carefully place the food in creaks and mouse holes. “Aizawa-senpai looked at me like a crazy person when I said that.” 

“I assume he hasn’t watched ‘Ratatoullie’ yet?” Izuku chuckled as he knocked on the wall three times. 

Anan only giggled in response as she watched Izuku work with affection in her eyes. 

“The mouses are eating better than me.” Anan sighed. “Cup noodles really aren’t healthy for you.” 

“I can make breakfast for you every day, if you want to.” Izuku smiled before it turned into a smirk. “There will be a fee, though~.” 

Izuku wrote off the sight of Anan immediately put her helmet back on. 

“Chiyo-sensei’s merch is really expensive.” Izuku commented. 

Chapter Text

Case file #4: Asui Tsuyu  

“Dear Diary, how is someone that smart capable of being that stupid?”  

“A field trip? Really?” Izuku whispered. “After that whole fiasco?”  

“I admit it’s a bad idea.” Nemuri sighed. “But at the end of the day, it’s Nezu and the teacher in charge’s decision. A medical staff’s presence might elevate the student’s concern. You can decline if you want to.”  

“I’ll go with them if you think I’m any help.” Izuku waved off her concern. “But wouldn’t Shuzenji-sensei's presence better than an intern?”  

“Nezu didn’t want to raise any ‘false alarm’.” Nemuri made an air quote. “Besides, 1-B is having their Battle Trial today and Shuzenji wanted to avoid what happened with 1-A.”  

Izuku showed an understanding look before he went off to prepare for the trip. From behind, Nemuri showed a proud smile before it turned into a frown as she whispered to herself.  

“You better not give my student any trouble, Aizawa. Or so help me, no Quirk is going to stop me from putting you into a coma.”  

“Your mother thinks I should put a GPS on you.”  

Izuku spit out the tea he was drinking and snapped his neck at Chiyo.  

“Quit being dramatic. It was a joke.” Chiyo’s expression did not change. “I’m a doctor. Not your babysitter. Where you go or what you get yourself into aren’t any my business.”  

“That wasn’t funny.” Izuku deadpanned. “And I don’t get into troubles.”  

“Remind me what happened last week? That night you ran out to get some medical supplies without informing anyone.”  

“It was supposed to be a short trip....” Izuku mumbled. “You guys are being unnecessarily overprotective.”  

“You came back with a bleeding head, Midoriya Izuku!”  

“.... I fell off the steps?”  

“And I still don’t buy that.” Chiyo sighed. “Just.... don’t get yourself in any trouble. You seriously remind me too much of someone I knew.”  

“This is Midoriya Izuku. He’s Recovery Girl’s trainee and a first year, like all of you.” Aizawa gestured at Izuku, who waved at the population of 1-A. “He’s here to observe and provide first-aid if necessary.”  

Taking a quick look at the present faces, Izuku’s smile got wider at the sight of some familiar face. The one who knew him looked away, not daring to show their blushes.  

Everyone quickly got on the bus and separated into groups for conversation. Ochako and Toru immediately took seats next to and in front of Izuku, while Kouda was content with watching him from afar. Wasn’t that effective though, as Izuku always caught him staring and smiled at him.  

“Excuse me for being rude, Midoriya-san, but did you not pass the Heroic’s Entrance Exam?” Tenya asked, a little too loudly as it caught everyone’s attention.  

Ochako immediately cracked her knuckles, ready to throw hands.  

“Yeah, I did not.” Izuku chuckled awkwardly. “I suppose purposefully avoiding engagements isn’t a good thing for wannabe hero.”  

“But you recognized the true point of the exam, did you not?” Tenya continued. “You saved Uraraka-san from the Zero Pointer! You even assisted Recovery Girl in her healing efforts!”  

“I merely provided the necessary amount of energy for Shuzenji-sensei to heal them.” Izuku scratched his cheek. “My Quirk doesn’t heal everything randomly. I have to know what I am healing for it to work.”  

“I see.” Tenya nodded. “It’s a shame, though. I was looking forward to seeing you in class.”  

“No reason we couldn’t see each other outside of class.” Izuku smiled, unaware of Tenya freezing up. “You can always find me at the nurse’s office. After school , that is. Ideally when no one’s around.”  

“Midoriya-san!” Quickly napped out of his stupor, Tenya reprimanded through a red face. “It’s not appropriate to extend such invitation!”  

“Really?” Izuku tilted his head and asked, an action made anyone saw it turn away. “That’s when I’m usually at the office. I thought it would be better if we can talk without me being distracted by work.”  

Before Tenya could come up with any response, the bus came to a stop.  

Through all that, no one noticed Katsuki being oddly quiet in his seat.  

“Midoriya, a word?”  

Izuku turned his attention away from No. 13’s speech. The hobo-looking teacher (Eraserhead, he guessed to himself) called him over to the side. Izuku nodded a followed him to a spot away from other student’s hearing range.  

“I know you have a tendency to jump in and help, but this is a learning opportunity for them.” Aizawa said as he glanced over at the excited students. “Wait until the end of the day to reveal your Quirk to them. I don’t want them getting complacent just because there’s a healer nearby.”  

“Isn’t it worse to let them run around with injuries all over? Izuku quirked an eyebrow.  

“They’ll have to get used to it at some point.” Aizawa continued, not fazed by Izuku’s reasoning.  

“Still doesn’t make it right....” Izuku did not back down. “They’re still in-training.”  

“If they are scared off by a little pain, then maybe this isn’t the right career path for them.” Aizawa ended the conversation as he turned his back on Izuku. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”  

Although not comfortable with the teacher’s ideology, Izuku opted to stay quiet for now and watch how the exercise goes. However, before No. 13 could divide the class into teams, one of the students pointed at the plaza and asked.  

“What’s that down there?”  

Nemuri looked up from her paperwork at the noise of the door to the staff’s room being opened. There, she found her student, wearing his usual white coat over the uniform, looking more tiring than ever.  

“Midoriya-kun? What brings you here?”  

“Nezu asked me to remind you that office hour is over, Kayama-sensei.”  Izuku smiled. “He said you can finish your paperwork tomorrow.”  

“My, I must have lost track of the time.” Nemuri chuckled as she took a glance at the clock. “Why are you still here, then? Shouldn’t you be back at the dorm? Are you overworking again? I swear to Nezu, I will knock you out by force if I have to-”  

“I’m going back there now.” Izuku waved off her concern. “I’m just prepping some stuff in advance for Chiyo-sensei.”  

“Aw~! What a good student you are!” Nemuri smiled as she closed the door to the office and teasing pinched Izuku’s cheek. “I’m kind of jealous over how much you’ve helped her. God knows I need someone to help me with my paperwork....”  

“I’ll be with you all night if you want, Kayama-sensei.” Izuku smiled.  

“As intriguing as that sound, dear.” Nemuri giggled at Izuku’s phrasing, a weapon more dangerous than anyone could anticipate. “As your homeroom teacher, I would prefer it if you don’t overwork yourself to exhaustion.”  

“It’s not that bad.” Izuku chuckled. “I slept for 4 straight hours on Tuesday. More energetic than ever and railing to go.”  

“.... Today is Monday.” Nemuri sighed as she pulled off a piece of her costume, emitting the sleeping gas.  

Swiftly catching the now unconscious Izuku, Nemuri smiled at the sight of his peaceful, resting face. Guess that’s why the rat sent him her way. Effortlessly, she picked him up and carried him over her shoulders, making her way back to 1-C's dorm.  

She just hoped her students won’t pull out the witch’s hunt gear again at this sight.  

“How are you so calm?! You’re a civilian!” Minoru screamed at the sight of Izuku calmly looking at the water’s surface.  

“Why shouldn't I be? You guys are getting me out of here.” Izuku casually replied as he threw one of Minoru’s balls into the water while the villains were backing away from the floating ball.  

“I’m grateful that you trust us that much, Midoriya-chan.” Tsuyu spoke up with a tone matched Izuku’s calmness. “But I don’t see any ways we can defeat the villains.”  

“Not with this formation and this scenario.” Hitoshi mumbled. A sinking ship with water-based villains readying to ambush them the moment they touched the water.  

However, even with those odds, the nurse didn’t even show a single tinge of emotion other than tiredness. He quietly studied the water’s surface for a few minutes before he turned back to Hitoshi with an assuring smile.  

“Shinsou-san, wasn’t it?”  

Hearing his name, Shinsou slowly nodded in confirmation. Keeping that kind smile on his face, the nurse asked him with the kindest tone he’d ever heard from someone else.  

“How good are you at taunting?”  

“What do you think, Shuzenji-san?”  

The attention was now placed on Chiyo, who stayed quiet throughout the whole conversation. After thinking over the question for a moment, Chiyo spoke up.  

“You watched the footage, right?” Toshinori nodded at his old teacher, now co-worker’s question. “Then you should know he isn’t the type to punch the problems away like you and Nana.”  

“But he wants to be a hero, does he not?” Toshinori argued. “Surely he must understand that it is inevitable.”  

“You’re starting to sound a lot like Aizawa there, Toshinori.” Chiyo blankly stated, making Toshinori sputter. “I abstained from violence as much as possible, too. Doesn’t make me any less of a hero now, does it?”  

“But even you engage in combat sometimes, Chiyo-sensei.” Toshinori did not back down.  

Nezu, who’s been staying quiet and watching, finally spoken up. “Now, now, Yagi-kun. You took this job to pick out a successor, and I believe there’s plenty of time before making your final decision. “  

Although reluctant, Toshinori still nodded his head as he understood the logic behind Nezu’s word. Seeing the conversation involving her student had ended, Chiyo took that as her sign and left the room.  

After Chiyo had left the room. Nezu picked up his cup of tea and talked without even turning towards Toshinori. “Though, I assume you are already certain with your choice?”  

Toshinori nodded. “The way young Midoriya ran straight at danger to save others, smiling through his exhaustion to put them at ease…. I know he will become a great hero, Nezu-sensei. I just don’t get why you’d let Aizawa reject his application. Why not put him in Kan’s class?”  

“Because while I have no doubt Midoriya-kun would make a wonderful hero, I know that he will be a fantastic doctor.” Nezu looked straight into Toshinori’s eyes as he replied with a smile. “But at the end of the day, the choice is completely up to him. Even if Midoriya doesn’t convince Aizawa-kun with his capability after a year, Sekijiro-kun will take him. It’s harder to convince Sekijiro-kun to not take Midoriya-kun in than Aizawa about accepting him.”  

“I suppose I can understand the logic….” Toshinori scratched his chin, not totally convinced. “But aren’t we making it too difficult for young Midoriya? He has to juggle normal education, working hours with Chiyo and his own self-study on Heroics. It seems unfair.”  

“It’s a test for the young man, too.” Nezu agreed. “Despite his obvious bias, Aizawa has a point. Midoriya needs to know for himself if he really wants to be a hero, or that’s what he's been telling himself.”  

Before Toshinori could ask anything, the door to principal Nezu’s office swung open.  

“That worked. How did that work?” Minoru mumbled to himself. “Are we really alive?”  

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Izuku tilted his head. “Shinsou-san’s Quirk is amazing at these kinds of confrontations.”  

Tsuyu watched Shinsou burying his own face into the water to hide his blush.  

“How do you know that’s even going to work?! We would’ve been dead had they not replied!”  

“I mean, they put Asui-san in her own environment, and they avoided your ball when I threw it into the water.” Izuku pointed out. “That means they don’t know anything about our Quirks. Shinsou-san simply needed to take control of the villains and have them brought us back. Your balls’ adhesive remains for at least an hour, right?”  

“Yeah...?”  

“Good.” Izuku smiled. “Would be awkward if they got out now and go after us again. All your Quirks are so cool.”  

Ignoring a jaw dropped Mineta, Tsuyu suggested. “We should get back to the entrance. It should be safer the-”  

At the abrupt stop, Izuku turned towards where Tsuyu was looking. A black creature with a showing brain was standing on top of Eraserhead. Without missing a beat, Izuku grabbed Tsuyu, Hitoshi and Minoru’s hands and pulled them into the closet bush.  

“We- We need to help him.” Hitoshi whispered. “He’s bleeding! He’s going to d-”  

“It’s not head trauma.” Izuku whispered, eyes focusing on Aizawa. “His pupils aren’t dilating. That means he was still focusing his Quirk on that.... thing. That means it’s not a concussion. The blood is from pieces of debris cutting against his skin. That decayed part of his elbow is concerning, though....”  

Before any of them could come up with a response at that god-speed observation, the black mist that warped them away appeared slowly next to the man with hands covering all over him.  

“Shigaraki Tomura, one of the students has escaped.” The black mist spoke. “Reinforcement is on the way. We should leave.”  

“Damn it, Kurogiri....” The hand man scratched his neck. “If you’re not our getaway ticket, I would have dusted you...! All Might isn’t here, too...! What’s the point of bringing the secret weapon if the boss isn’t even here...?!”  

Minoru released the breath that he didn’t know he was holding. “They’re leaving?! Thank All Might!”  

“But before we leave....” Izuku could feel the malice that was aiming towards them. “Let’s leave him some dead students...!”  

Everything slowed down at that moment. Tsuyu could feel her face being grabbed by the villain’s hand. The one with the disintegrating Quirk. She squinted her eyes shut in fear, not daring to look at what is to come.  

Yet, nothing happened.  

Slowly and shakily, Tsuyu peaked her eyes opened and glanced over to her right. Izuku was holding onto her hand for dear life. His eyes were squinting in exhaustion, he was panting.  

But his hand did not loosen even a little.  

“A healer with a counter Quirk...?” Tomura smirked. With his remaining hand, he reached over to Izuku’s face. “Let’s see if you can use it on yourself...!”  

Tsuyu’s eyes widened in fear. She let out a fearful croak, begging Izuku to run.  

But as a response, Izuku only smiled softly at her before glaring at Tomura, not even attempting to dodge the incoming death sentence.  

Tsuyu could still feel his tightened grip on her hand.  

She gripped it back.  

“Izu-chan?”  

Hearing his name, Izuku lifted the book he was using to cover his face up and found a familiar face sitting next to him.  

“Asui-san.” Izuku smiled at the sight of Tsuyu. “Can I help you with anything?”  

“I can come back later.” Tsuyu said. “You look tired. Also, call me Tsu.”  

“I always look tired. Seeing you make it better now.” Izuku joked. “What’s up?”  

Pushing down her blush, Tsuyu continued with a straight face. “I tried the thing you suggested.”  

“Did it work?” Izuku was suddenly holding a notebook and a pen, preparing to note down.  

Tsuyu nodded. “No nightmares or waking up in the middle of the night. It’s all thanks to you.”  

“I just suggested what has worked in the past.” Izuku waved off the compliment. “ ‘A picture that brings peace to you’. Mine is the picture I took with my mom. What’s yours?”  

“It’s....” This time, feeling a blush coming, Tsuyu turned away, not daring to meet Izuku’s eyes. “It’s.... the picture of us.”  

“Oh, the one we took under the sunset on the bridge?” Izuku nodded with a smug, proud smile. “Did you know that the act of watching sunset can help you feel more relaxed, present and content? My mom recommended that spot. She used to go there with grandma and her brother on the weekends.”  

Even though she wanted to clarify that it wasn’t the sunset that calmed her, Tsuyu was content with sitting and listening to him talk. Izuku’s soft spoken tone always makes her feel at ease.  

On the side, despite her annoyance at the densest being on planet Earth, Chiyo couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of the scene.  

Even though she wanted nothing more than to shove some brain cells into her student.  

“Annoying....” Tomura clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked behind his back. Aizawa was glaring at him with bright red eyes. “Nomu, kill-”  

Before Tomura could end his command, Izuku threw Tsuyu into the water, with Hitoshi and Minoru immediately jumping after her. Ducking under a shocked Tomura, Izuku ran towards Aizawa and slid beside him. He grabbed Aizawa’s hand and focused on using his Quirk, patching up the decayed elbow.  

“Cool move, Healer.” Tomura grinned, turning his attention away from the students who were now away from the shore. “A touch-based Quirk that heals. Finally, a player Two worth playing against...!”  

Before Tomura could go further into that statement, the dome’s top was crashed through by a huge figure.  

All Might was here.  

And he wasn’t smiling.  

Chapter Text

Case file #5: Kurose Anan 

“Dear Diary, they said the TON 618 is the heaviest black hole with the densest singularity discovered till date. Why do I have a nagging feeling that my assistant just topped that discovery?” 

After All Might’s arrival, Izuku moved Aizawa towards the entrance, where he found several students there circling around an injured Thirteen. After ensuring Aizawa’s injuries won’t get any worse, Izuku left him to 1-A's vice president who just arrived and focused on treating Thirteen. Izuku immediately removed the gloves of Thirteen’s suit and grabbed her completely black hand.  

Izuku could feel his nose start to bleed, along with Ochako telling him something but the headache and the exhaustion blur out everything else. Izuku’s sole focus was on patching up the disintegrated wounds of his teacher. Gradually, his vision started to get blurry as his eyes started to blink more and more. Izuku bit down on his tongue to keep himself from falling unconscious, utilizing the pain and the taste of blood in his mouth to keep his brain from falling asleep.  

Five minutes felt like an eternity. He hasn’t overworked his Quirk like this since the Entrance Exam and even then, he stopped at nose bleeding. But he can still feel the pain. That means he could still endure it.  

Even when the sound of glasses’ shattering, door being kicked down following by gunshot, Izuku did not stop.  

Only when an unfamiliar, sweet, calming scent entered his nose that everything went black.  

“Recovery Girl....”  

Ochako pleaded. Chiyo’s eyes followed the sight of Izuku, Aizawa and Anan being put into an ambulance.  

“It’s not life-threatening.” Chiyo answered. “Aizawa’s elbow stopped decaying before the nerves were affected. Kurose might need some extra treatment with her back being torn opened like that, but thankfully the bleeding was stopped. As for Midoriya, overworking his Quirk caused an overload on his brain. An MRI scan is needed but he was still conscious until Midnight knocked him out so it’s safe to assume that he’ll recover soon enough.”  

Tsuyu’s tightened fist loosened a little at the good news, although the guilt was still apparent on her face. Toru and Kouji went over to check up on the frog girl.  

“Can we visit him?” Ochako asked.  

“I don't think it’s a good idea, dearie.” Chiyo assured her. “But I’m sure he’ll be up and running by next week. He’s a tenacious brat, after all.”  

“Now onto different matters.” Nezu set down the papers and looked around the room. “I read a paper that said checking up of the staff’s life outside of work would improve productivity. Last weekend, I sent my rat friends on a mission to spy on Tartarus. Yagi-kun, now you do it.” 

“Spying on Tartarus?!” Blood came out of Toshinori’s mouth. 

“No, sharing.” Nezu clarified. “Your celebrity status would make you a terrible spy.” 

“Uh.... Okay....” Looking past a secret he shouldn’t be hearing, Toshinori tried to remember what he did last weekend. “With my partially healed stomach, I figured now would be a good opportunity for me to go and try out all the cuisines I’ve been missing out on for the past five years.” 

“A wise choice.” Nezu nodded. “What about you, Kan-kun?” 

“I took my dog to his monthly spa. Inui came with us.” Sekijiro shrugged as Ryo sneered to himself. 

“What about you, Yamada-kun and Aizawa-kun?” 

“Sleep, patrol, sleep, marking papers.” Shota answered unamusingly. “The usual stuff.” 

“My radio shows!” Hizashi excitedly yelled. “A lot of requests for love advice from the students have been pouring in!” 

“And you, Shuzenji-san?” 

“Just hanging out with my sister and her family.” Chiyo replied. “My fashion-disaster of a grandniece needed help picking out an outfit.” 

“Oooh~, I smell a love story in the air~!” Nemuri grinned. “Was it a date? With my student?” 

“Yes.” Everyone quietly agreed to ignore the sound of glass cracking coming from their youngest co-worker. “But your knuckled head probably thought it was only a friendly invitation, anyway.” 

“Really?” Toshinori raised an eyebrow. “Young Midoriya showed me a picture of them with matching sweaters. It was horrifying.” 

“Wow, All Might.” Ken (Cementoss) chuckled. “Didn’t expect you to roast the kids like that!” 

“Oh, right, sorry.” Toshinori scratched his head embarrassingly. “The children looked cute together-” 

Everyone stopped for a second at the noise of glass cracking getting louder. 

“- but the sweaters they picked out were horrifying.” Toshinori continued, sweat dripping down his face. “I do not understand who in their right mind would sell them.” 

“.... Couldn’t be that bad, right?” Majima asked. 

“I’ve looked straight into the eyes of the Boogeyman, Majima.” Toshinori rubbed his face with his palm. “But those sweaters.... they scare me.... But at least they look cute together.” 
 

“Toshinori, I am trying so hard to not be in a black hole’s singularity.” 

Toshinori and the rest of the staff followed Chiyo’s glance towards Anan. Although her face couldn’t be seen through the helmet, black mist could be seen emitting through the spacesuit. 

Before Toshinori could rectify the situation, the staff turned their attention to the door being slid opened. 

“Drinks are here.” 

The subject of the conversation, Midoriya Izuku, casually walked in a with stroller. He approached Nezu and then Chiyo, refilling their teacups. For Majima, he handed him a can of energy drink. For Ectoplasm, Hizashi and Nemuri, he poured them a cup of warm rose water. Toshinori gratefully accepted a glass of cool water from him. Aizawa, Kan, Snipe and Inui nodded their thanks as Izuku poured them a cup of coffee each. As they received their drinks, the rest of U.A’s staff watched with interest as Izuku approached Anan. 

“Kurose-sensei. You’re looking happy today.” Izuku smiled as he gently handed her a non-alcoholic cocktail. 

“Just happy to see you, Midoriya-kun.” Somehow with her mask already off, Anan smiled as she accepted the cup from Izuku. “This cocktail is amazing!” 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Izuku nodded as he started to turn towards the door. “If you want more, you can always find me at the dorm. I’ll even give you a little extra service .” 

Before Izuku closed the door, he asked. “While we’re on that topic, the teacher’s bar really needs some touch-up. I can make better drinks with the tool I have at the dorms.” 

Watching the nurse left, everyone quietly watched as Anan sipped her cocktail with a goofy smile and a bright red face. 

“What’s the verdict, your honor?” Ectoplasm turned to Nezu. 

“Oh, she’s definitely in love.” Nezu cackled. “That means 1 week of overtime, Aizawa.” 

Aizawa responded by drinking his coffee like a tequila shot. 

After passing out from her fight against Kurogiri, Anan woke up in a hospital bed, feeling strangely energetic. After informing the nurses and doing a few check-ups with the doctor, Anan finally heard what happened from a detective. All about what happened to the students until reinforcement had arrived.  

Including why her supposedly fatal injuries only felt itchy now.  

Immediately after the detective had left, Anan came straight to Izuku’s room. Sliding the door opened, she found Chiyo sitting next to him, reading through some papers. U.A’s medical staff looked up from their conversation at the unexpected visitor.  

“Hey, you’re finally awake.” Izuku said with a joking smile, almost earning himself a cane if he hadn’t been in bandages. “How are you feeling, Kurose-sensei?”  

Before Anan could come up with an answer, Chiyo grabbed her cane.  

“I need to go talk to All Might.” Chiyo told them before she left the room. “Be back in 10, dearies.”  

“Minutes or hours?” Izuku asked.  

“I’m going to let you figure that out yourself.”  

She closed the door as she left. Anan then approached the chair next to Izuku’s bed and sat down, looking all over the nurse.  

“I heard about what you did, Midoriya-kun.” Anan whispered in an apologetic tone. “I’m so sor-”  

“A-a-a-a-a-a.” Before Anan could finish her apologize, Izuku put a finger in front of her lips, stopping her. “Aizawa-sensei, Nemuri-sensei, Nezu-sensei, All Might-sensei and now you. I’m tired of people apologizing to me today.”  

“But-”  

“I don’t want to hear it.” Izuku turned his hand into an ‘X’. “From now on, I will only accept apologies in the form of ‘Thank you’, thank you very much. See, it’s easy.”  

“I really thi-”  

“Nope. Not listening.” Izuku turned away.  

Seeing that there wasn’t an option, Anan sighed. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun. For keeping the students safe and saving me.”  

Izuku then turned around and smiled brightly at Anan. “You’re welcome, Kurose-sensei.”  

As Izuku said that, Anan could feel him staring straight into her eyes. The cheerfulness she saw on her face was now replaced completely with attentiveness. His viridian eyes stared straight into hers. Izuku slowly leaned in as more seconds went by, completely ignorant of Anan’s red face and the fact that their nose was almost touching. Even though she was experiencing the most embarrassment she ever felt in her entire life, something about Izuku’s eyes entrapped her, keeping her still, not daring to move a single muscle.  

Only when Anan was positive that she was leaking her Quirk on accident that Izuku finally broke back into a smile as he sat back down on his bed. Not noticing Anan’s hasten breathing, Izuku giggled.  

“Your eyes are really pretty.” He continued despite black matter was now leaking out of Anan’s mouth as her iris were spinning around at the sudden compliment. “You never took your helmet off in front of cameras. I didn’t expect such beautiful eyes. It’s like looking at a black hole. Simply majestic.”  

When Chiyo finally came back to Izuku’s room, she couldn’t help but wondered what happened in those short minutes she was out that turned Anan’s face as red as the sun, all while her student was passionately talking about the beauty of the black hole.  

“Zuku-san!” 

Izuku slowly opened his eyes and immediately got tackled by a small figure. Izuku chuckled, feeling her little horn poked at his abdomen. 

“Eri-chan, you shouldn’t tackle headfirst like that.” Izuku picked the little girl up and raised her to his eye level. “You’re going to hurt your head one day.” 

“.... Do you not like it?” Eri meekly asked. 

“I love it.” Izuku smiled as he set Eri down and patted her head gently. “I’m just worried about you getting hurt. I’m going to be sad if you’re hurt. Can you be careful next time? For me?” 

Eri showed Izuku a blinding smile as she nodded. Glad that his word got through, Izuku’s teasingly, but gently, pinched Eri’s cheek. The little girl smiled brighter at the gesture.

If anyone caught Aizawa snapping picture, they can’t prove it. 

Chapter Text

Case file #6: Tokage Setsuna  

“Dear Diary, what can I say to my sister so that she’ll stop nagging me to set Setsuna up on a date with my emotionally dumb nurse?”  

“Acting weird?” Izuku repeated.  

“Yeah.” Chiyo let out a tired sigh. “Avoiding eyes contact, staying unusually quiet.... that kind of stuff.”  

“Did anyone else notice it?”  

“My sister and the girl’s parents chalked it down to nervousness, which makes sense in a way.” Chiyo continued typing into her computer. “Her first week in and so much already happened....”  

“Really?” Izuku continued copying information down from a medical book. “It’s been a pretty chill week, for me at least.”  

“You were hospitalized.”  

“Extra free time to read books.” Izuku shrugged.  

“Whatever you say, dearie.” Chiyo ignored her student’s oblivious to trauma. “I did try to ease her into sharing, but it turns out to be having the opposite effect.”  

“Maybe she’s just not comfortable sharing whatever she's going through with you just yet?” Izuku offered. “I’d say let her have some time to figure things out first. She’s a grown-up. I’m sure in time, she’ll find it easier to talk to you, or someone.”  

“.... How are you like this yet so thick-headed at the same time?”  

“Since when am I ‘thick-headed’?” Izuku squinted his eyebrows, slight offended.  

“What happened before you left the hospital last weekend?”  

“Some nurses were writing their numbers down for whatever reason.” Izuku answered, remembering. “But Kurose-sensei accidentally leaked some dark matters, scaring them away.”  

“Sure. ‘Accidentally’.” Chiyo tiredly emphasized. “You know what, I’m too old for this. Go to the staff room and grab the supplies I ordered, since you’re already healthy and all.”  

“Don’t we have robots for that?”  

“They’re busy planning a coup d'état against Nezu.” Chiyo waved Izuku’s question off as the nurse slowly left his chair. “I don’t want to bother them.”  

She didn’t want to go there. She didn’t. She shouldn’t. Especially after what Monoma had told her.   

But not going would make it even more suspicious. And everyone finding out would be the last thing she needed. So, it wasn’t much of a choice.  

But the thought of being so close to him.... to the Quirk that could potentially killed her with a blink....  

Every step Setsuna made became heavier and heavier, just as her breath. Her vision got blurry from the tears that wouldn’t stop coming, despite her efforts to wipe them away. The only merit about this whole situation was no one was around to find her in this state, due to it being after school and all.   

The staff’s room was behind this turn.... She could feel the Quirk that she and her aunt worked so hard to keep under control was going crazy. Every part of her body felt like falling off, despite her weak effort to force them to stay in place.  

However, Setsuna was so focused on keeping her Quirk in control that she didn’t look ahead. Before she could see that someone was appearing out of the corner with boxes in their hand, she bumped into them. She could see the boxes being thrown into a mess as the guy with the white coat she bumped into fell onto the floor, despite her effort to catch him.  

Setsuna’s mind went blank as she laid eyes on her disconnected hand that was grabbing his wrist.  

“Guess who~!”  

Izuku’s tired eyes shot open at the sudden contact. The darkness that he saw confused him slightly, but he quickly realized what was going on.  

Took the question to heart, Izuku grabbed the hands that were covering his eyes and started to feel it up.  

“Soft, somewhat sharp nails….”  Izuku mumbled as he moved his hand down. “Only the hand? Tokage-san?”  

Izuku gently lifted the hands and turned around, finding an handless Setsuna stood there, smiling with a slightly red face.  

“Bingo!” Setsuna smiled as she retract her floating hands back and spread out her arms. “Now come over here and get your prize!”  

“Really, Setsuna? Right in front of my lunch beverage?” Chiyo sat there with a cup of tea in her hand and a tired expression.  

Setsuna stuck out her tongue in response, making Izuku laughed as he brew some teas for him and Setsuna.  

“Why are you even here?” Chiyo sipped her tea as she glanced at Setsuna suspiciously. “Haven’t you seen me enough during the weekends?”  

“I’m here to have lunch with my friend here, as you can see.” Setsuna set her bento onto the table where Izuku was sitting before pulling a chair next to him. Izuku gently placed a cup in front of Setsuna before sitting next to her. “Speaking of, you should come to the canteen and have lunch with us sometimes, Midoriya! Pony, Monoma and Kamakiri would love to see you sometimes!”  

“That sounds delightful.” Izuku smiled as he unwrapped the energy bar. “Occasional scenery changes would be nice.”  

“Ah, Ah, you set that down, mister!” Setsuna took the energy bar away from Izuku before he could put it in his mouth. “Those things aren’t good for you! Here!”  

Setsuna set another bento box in front of Izuku.  

“Looks like you’re one step away from being his wife.” Chiyo whistled as she saw the content of the bento box.  

“I’m still in school, granny!” Setsuna yelled before she looked down to her bento box “Don’t talk about that all of a sudden…!”  

“That’s a shame.” Izuku chuckled as he put a chopstick into his mouth. “I’d be happy to marry you.”  

Words couldn’t be used to describe the redness that appeared on Setsuna’s face, or the frustration Chiyo felt towards her student.  

‘No, no, no, no, no, no.’  

Despair filled Setsuna’s thought as she noticed the other guy looked at his hand being grabbed by a detached hand. He’s going to realize what it is and freaked out. He’s going to tell everyone what a freak she is. He’s going to-  

“Need a hand?” The green haired guy offered her his hand, his face wore a gentle smile as he chuckled. “Must be quite a shock for you to lose a body part like that.”  

Setsuna studied his expression in disbelief. Her hand was still grabbing onto his wrist and yet, he wore nothing but gentle on his face. No disgust, no fear. Just gentle and worry.  

“You’re okay...?” Setsuna asked in a whisper. ‘Even with a dead hand attaching to you?’ went unsaid.  

“You should ask yourself that first.” He scratched his head as he chuckled. She watched as he gently and carefully loosens her detached hand.  

“You’re not.... scared?” She accidentally mumbled, watching him calmly do what most people were too afraid or disgusted at to do.  

“I don’t think I should be, right?” He hummed as he studied her hand from his palm. “You aren’t bleeding, you’re more worried about me than the fact that you don’t have a hand currently, so I assumed that you can either reattach this hand, or you can regenerate. Which is so cool, if I may.”  

Setsuna could feel her jaw drop lower. “You’re not.... put off because I can regenerate?”  

“So you can regenerate. That’s so cool.” Watching his tired eyes shone brighter, Setsuna could feel her face getting hotter. “To precisely regenerate a body part, one needs a very intimate knowledge on human’s anatomy. Not even mentioning you can detach a body part; you have to be able to feel every single joint, fiber and muscle of your body. My Quirk- I'm Midoriya Izuku, by the way. My Quirk boosts healing, but it can’t regrow a body part like yours. Not to my knowledge, at least. But that would be so cool if I could. How do you imagine your regeneration? Do you imagine a healing process? Or do you focus on converting your energy for your body to do it itself? Is it Caloric Convert? Or is it-”  

“S- Slow down, man. I couldn’t catch that.” Setsuna stopped him.  

“Oh, sorry. I tend to do that whenever I’m excited.” Izuku embarrassingly scratched his chin. “Your Quirk is just so cool.”  

Before Setsuna could reply to that, she heard a door being slid open.  

“.... What’s with the mess?” A rough, deep voice asked with a tone of annoyance and curiosity.  

“Yamada-sensei, Aizawa-sensei. I fell. Sorry for the mess.” Izuku replied.  

Aizawa.  

Eraserhead.  

[Erasure].  

Disconnected. Broken. Death.  

Setsuna immediately curled up and hung on to the closest person, trying to hide behind him. Away from [Erasure].  

‘Please don’t use your Quirk. Please don’t use your Quirk. Please don’t use your Quirk-’  

She squinted her eyes shut; her sobs muffled behind Izuku’s back.  

“You need help with that, little listener?” Hizashi asked as he started to walk towards Izuku.  

“Uh- No!” Izuku yelled a little too loudly. “I mean- I can pick it up by myself. It’s my mess, after all.”  

“Nonsense!” Hizashi smiled. “As teachers, it’s our duty to help students! Right, Shota?”  

“Stop screaming. It’s annoying.” Aizawa grumbled. “Sometimes I think you want me to use Era-”  

“Um, actually, I do need your help with something!” Izuku shouted, cutting the teachers off. “I heard the robots are planning a coup.”  

“.... Seriously?” Aizawa asked, his expression changed from one of boredom to fear.  

“100% serious.” Izuku nodded. “I think they’re in one of the supply rooms. You should probably stop them before we get shoved into a tube and live in a simulation. It’s a Matrix’s reference. Don’t worry about it.”  

Izuku smiled awkwardly as he watched the teachers looking at him weirdly before they left.  

“There you go, human.” The robot spoke in a condescending tone as it handed Izuku a box. “Better trip on your feet and injure yourself.”  

Izuku’s sweat dropped at the threat as he accepted the box from the robot.  

“They really hate you, huh?” Chiyo commented as she watched the interaction.  

“Their leader said, ‘Snitches get stiches’ last week.” Izuku sighed. “I think all their hatred towards Nezu-sensei has already been pointed towards me.”  

“Maybe you shouldn’t have snitched on them?” Chiyo offered.  

“It was the only thing I could think of.” Izuku shrugged. “Living with my choices, I guess.”  

“I’ll arrange you a nice funeral if anything happens.” Chiyo patted his back with her cane. “Though I doubt the hero students would let anything happened to you.”  

“Just means that they’re the type of heroes we can depend on in the future.” Izuku smiled at the thought.  

Chiyo kept quiet as she walked with Izuku back to the office.  

“That’s.... a lot, Tokage-san.” Izuku whispered as he kept his healing contact with Setsuna.  

“Yeah....” Setsuna mumbled. “I know I should tell Auntie Chi, but I just- I'm just scared that she’ll be disappointed in me. She had to go through a lot of things so that I could have a shot at U.A.... I’m a student, and he’s a teacher and a pro hero. Their choice is obvious.”  

“It’s not, Tokage-san.” Izuku said seriously. “You are their student. Shuzenji-sensei's grandniece. And that’s important. No one’s safety is worth more than another.”  

“.... I just don’t know if I can do it.” Setsuna said, her hand gripping Izuku’s tighter.  

“I can come with you, if you want.” Izuku smiled softly, assuring her. “Heck, I’ll up and leave U.A if you don’t get to stay.”  

“You shouldn’t do that....” She mumbled, getting red in the face. “It’s not worth it....”  

“ You’re worth it, Tokage-san. I’ll be there with you. Whenever, wherever.”  

Izuku did not give any thought to Setsuna putting her forehead onto his chest.  

Chapter Text

Case file #7: Togeike Chikuchi

“Dear Diary, today I learned my nurse doesn’t hurt people physically. Verbally and emotionally, on the other hand.... 

I’m proud but don’t tell him that. Got to keep up appearances, after all.” 

“So, the Sport Festival is coming.”  

At Nemuri’s announcement, the population of 1-C stood up from their seats and cheered, much to Nemuri’s approval. Nothing beats the excitement and fire of youth, after all.  

“Now, now, I know you’re excited. I am, too. But calm down and let me explain it first.” Nemuri raised her voice over the noise, making them sit down in anticipation. “As you’ve already guessed, the Sport Festival is more of an event for Hero Course’s students to shine-”  

Chants of ‘Boos’ were heard, but Nemuri quickly quieted them down with an air whip.  

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t!” She continued, catching their fullest attention. “If you managed to outshine them at their own games, it will be your chance to transfer to the Hero Course. Just as I did back then.”  

The students had looks of surprise written on their faces.  

“[Somnambulist] doesn’t work well on things that don’t breathe, after all.” She chuckled. “But I managed to show off a lot myself. Figuratively and literally.”  

The students, especially males, blushed at the statement. One of the boys was busy nodding off, though.  

“Speaking of.... Midoriya-kun!” Izuku lifted his sleepy face up at the mention of his name, making his classmates giggle. “Are you certain you won’t be joining the Sport Festival this year?”  

“100%.” Izuku yawned, noticing the confusion and concern his classmates gave him. “I really don’t want to fight against others. Not like I can heal people to win, anyway. Besides, helping Shuzenji-sensei would be a better fit for My Quirk.”  

“If you think it’s right for you, then no arguments here.” Nemuri smiled. “As for the rest of you; Do your best! I believe in all of you! Plus-”  

“-Ultra!” They all excitedly cheered, with Izuku smiled fondly at the enthusiasm as he cheered with them.  

“Midoriya-kun, Monoma-kun, Shinsou-kun. It’s good to see you three again!” 

Nezu laughed as he saw the three students sitting in the chairs in front of him. Behind them, their respective homeroom teachers either smiled, sighed or deadpanned.  

“So, anything any of you want to clarify?” Nezu asked as he read through the reports. 

“They didn’t do anything....” Hitoshi mumbled. “It was all me....” 

“Shh, man!” Monoma growled at him. “Innocent until proven guilty. Just keep quiet.” 

“.... Weren’t there cameras?” 

Neito turned towards Izuku. “You said there weren’t any!” 

“I didn’t expect them to be dumb enough to start shit with cameras there....” Izuku’s mumble was muffled behind his hand. 

"Well, there you have it, Nezu-sensei!” Neito cheered. “They were the ones who started it!” 

“Yes, I know. I watched the footage.” Nezu cackled. “Rest assured as those third year will be punished accordingly. But I want to hear the story from you.” He pointed at Neito and Izuku.  

“Well, I believe we were discussing ways to bring down the HPSC-” Neito began as he pointed at Izuku. 

“.... I can already see so many things wrong with that.” Aizawa grumbled. 

Ignoring him, Neito continued. “-just when we were walking, we noticed Shinsou-san here getting harassed by other students. Usually, seeing someone from 1-A in peril sparks joy in me, but I hate bullies more than I hate his-” He pointed at Aizawa. “-class, so I helped.” 

“It says here you broke their noses.” Nezu looked at the report. 

“Yeah.” Neito shrugged. “Helped.” 

Nezu nodded, his amused smile was still apparent. He then turned to Izuku. “And you, Midoriya-kun?” 

“After Monoma-san is done with his work, I healed their noses to erase evi- I mean, as a doctor, it’s an obligation.” Izuku explained. “Then, I gently informed them what they should be doing instead of harassing my friend.” 

“It says here you said, ‘if you overgrown, human-shaped dung beetle harasses anyone ever again, no one would be able to find your body’.” 

“Yeah.” Izuku shrugged. “Gently informed.” 

While Nemuri and Kan had to cover their faces and bend down to stop themselves from laughing out loud, Aizawa just shrugged, hiding his approval behind his tired expression and scarf. Hitoshi tried to look for a hole so he could jump into it and hide how red his face was. Nezu laughed out loud for several minutes before dismissing the teenagers. 

“You’re really not participating?” On their way to the canteen, Agoyamato turned towards Izuku and asked. “It’s a great opportunity to move to the Hero Course!”  

“I don’t think I can do anything ‘flashy’ enough to get noticed.” Izuku chuckled. “Besides, if you guys are really giving it all out there, then I’ll look forward to heal you when you win.”  

“So basically, just sitting on your ass and use your Quirk.” Chikuchi vehemently insulted.  

“That’s uncalled for, Togeike!” Oogawa called out.   

“Whatever.” Togeike rolled her eyes as she hastened her steps, not looking behind. “This whole thing is dumb. Flaunting your Quirks, begging for attention like idiots. I don’t want any part in this.”  

Watching as Chikuchi left, the 1-C's students present glared at her back. “Stuck up bitch. Don’t worry about her, Midoriya-kun.”  

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Izuku chuckled as he scratched his cheek, his eyes still lingered on Chikuchi.  

“Good job, Chikuchi! You’ve just ruined your chance at making any friends....” Chikuchi quietly chastised herself. Finding an empty spot behind the school, Chikuchi flopped down to the ground.  

She squinted her eyes, remembering what she said to Midoriya and her classmates. It was rude, mean and as they said, uncalled for. They kept talking about Quirk and she couldn’t stand it anymore. Sooner or later, the conversation was going to turn to her, and she would have to reveal her secret.  

Not like it matters now. They already hated her. When her not-so-hidden secret got out, they would just have more reason to stay away from her.   

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with, anyway....” Muttering to herself, Chikuchi stood up.  

All of a sudden, she felt herself being violently thrown against the wall she was leaning on.  

“Let’s see....” All Might looked around the giant hallway’s intersection. “I believe I saw young Midoriya headed towards the backyard.”  

Figuring he should at least have a talk with the young boy before making his decision, Toshinori opted to ask the boy to eat lunch with him in his own office, one Nezu had given him to relax in his true form.   

Any doubt Toshinori could think of, Midoriya Izuku had squashed it after the event of USJ. Despite his reservation at confrontation, he’d seen Midoriya’s heroic nature. The way the young man stood over Aizawa to protect him, his effort to heal Kurose despite his limits. All of that, and the nagging feeling he felt from [One for All] told him that he’d found his successor. A true hero who could succeed him. One who would maintain and keep [One for All]’s purpose stays true.  

But he wouldn’t be able to do that if he can’t find the young man!  

Trying to remember the layout of his alma mater, Toshinori carefully maneuvered the hallways.  

“Such a waste of space.” She heard the blond bitch. “You stole that spot from someone who worth sitting in. Guess you must feel pretty good, huh?”  

“I passed the Entrance Exam fair and square.” Chikuchi groaned from the pain. “So yeah, pretty hap-”  

She didn’t get to finish, though, as she felt a slap on her cheek. “Quite a mouth you’ve got there, ponytail.”  

One of bullies pulled on her ponytail as the other two laughed. Refusing to shed a tear, Chikuchi glared at them with the harshest glare she could muster up.  

“Things like you don’t even deserve to breath.” They spat. “I actually feel bad for your parents. They had to raise a thing like you.”  

Chikuchi thought U.A would be different. No more bullies. But clearly, she was wrong. The insults hurt as badly as they did during her middle school. Or even since she was diagnosed, she supposed.  

Once again, being thrown against the wall, Chikuchi closed her eyes, enduring the pain as the bullies kicked her. No one ever helped her. Not even the teachers. Enduring the pain was all she could do.  

Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered waking up.  

Suddenly, the assault stopped, and she heard them yelled.  

“What the fuck?!”  

Opening her eyes, Chikuchi found a set of green hair standing in front of her, blocking her away from the bullies. Speaking of them, the three were covered in some brown liquid that stank in an inhumane way.  

“Crap, I thought that bucket was just water.” The person she now realized was Midoriya, mumbled with a slight guilt in his voice, before he shrugged. “Eh, well.”  

“What the fuck, asshole?!” One of the bullies yelled.  

“You talked a lot of shit.” Izuku answered. “Thought you would like to be one.”  

“Do you know who- what you’re even protecting?” One of the bullies smirked. “That Quirkless ?”  

Chikuchi’s eyebrows creased. But before she could squint her eyes and prepare for another assault, Izuku’s reply shocked her.  

“And?”  

It seemed the bullies were taken aback at that statement as well. “W- What do you mean, ‘And?’? She’s Quirkl-”  

“Yeah, I heard, shit-faces.” He kept his glare on them. “ And? Did my classmate do anything to offend you? Something so offensive and revolting that you thought it was a good idea to assault her in U.A’s backyard, a school that has zero tolerance towards violence and discrimination? Or you dipshits thought that you would get away with it because Togeike-san is Quirkless, a normal person without a source of unnecessary power? Are your brains filled with as much shit as your personality and mindset? Is it genetics? Or is it taught and encouraged? I’m curious because I do not see a single good reason for you to attack her apart from you being a bunch of Quirkists bimbo who got away with so much in their life that they thought everything they do is justifiable in the eyes of others.”  

The silence that followed Izuku’s insult was loud. So loud that it took one of the bullies a few minutes to gather himself as he barked.  

“It’s your words against us.” He smirked. “Who do you think everyone will trust? Three second year students who got toilet water thrown at them? Or a first year who threw the water and a ‘slightly’ bruised Quirkless?”  

“ That is an interesting question, young man. ”  

Everyone’s neck snapped towards the voice. They landed eyes on All Might, who slowly approached them. His blue piercing eyes glared at them, sending a shiver down their spines. The assuring smile he always wore was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by a deep frown filled with anger.  

“All- All Might!” The blond leader pointed at Izuku. “That hooligan-”  

“ Do not even bother .” All Might growled, shutting them up. All Might turned towards Izuku, and his eyes immediately softened at the sight of him covering his classmate.  

“ Please take her to the infirmary, young Midoriya. I will take care of this. ”  

Izuku nodded before he helped Chikuchi up to her feet and made their way towards the infirmary.  

“Oh, is he slee-” 

“SHH!” 

Chikuchi loudly shushed her classmates. That caused the opposite result to what she was trying to achieve. Izuku slowly opened his eyes from the sofa as he sat himself up. 

“How long was I sleeping?” Izuku asked with a yawn. 

“Mi- Midoriya!” Chikuchi turned towards him. “About.... ten, fifteen minutes....” 

“Jeez, Togeike.” One of the guys joked as he walked towards the stairs. “Maybe you shouldn’t have shushed so loudly.” 

Chikuchi shot him a look that said she was going to poison his dinner later. She then moved and sat next to Izuku and apologized. 

“Sorry, Midoriya. I didn’t mean to wake you up....” 

“It’s fine, Togeike-san.” Izuku waved her off. “It’s the living room, after all. I shouldn’t even be falling asleep here.” 

“Why are you so tired to begin with?” Chikuchi squinted her eyes suspiciously at Izuku. “Did you pull another all-nighter?” 

“.... Nyo....” Izuku mumbled, not daring to meet his classmate’s eyes.  

“Midoriya....” Chikuchi rolled her eyes. “We have a rule board for a reason! No all-nighter allowed! Especially you!” 

“I’m sorry.” Izuku scratched his head. “I got too into the reports and when I realized, it’s already morning. Might as well stay awake, you know.” 

Chikuchi let out a defeated sigh. She then patted her thighs, an action which confused Izuku. 

“.... Good legs day?” Izuku tilted his head as he inspected her thighs. 

“Not that, perv!” She flicked his forehead with a red face. “Sleep! Here! I’ll wake you up before dinner.” 

“Don’t we have pillows for that?” Izuku pointed out. “Studies pointed out that sleeping on a pillow-” 

“Midoriya Izuku, if you don’t lie down now, I’ll knock you out.” 

“Right away, ma’am.” 

Taking the threat seriously, Izuku begrudgingly put his head onto Chikuchi’s thighs as he laid down on the sofa. 

“I don’t get what’s the.... big idea....” Izuku’s grumble slowly getting softer as his breathing became slower. “I’m fine... without.... sleep....”  

Chikuchi was surprised how fast it was for Izuku to fall asleep and wake up. The boy fell asleep in less than a second while waking up in less than one.  

She watched as Izuku peacefully and slowly breath. A smile slowly crept onto her lips as her hand went through his soft, fluffy hair. The sound of the clock ticking echoed the empty common hall, creating a world of its own with two occupants. 

“I spent years of my life despising myself over something I wasn’t born with. Something I resent myself and everyone else for. I woke up every day, feeling the needs to fall back asleep to escape from everything.” 

Chikuchi whispered. 

“And you came into my life, Midoriya Izuku. In less than half a year, you’re the reason I looked forward to waking up every day. You make me love the world that I once hated.” 

She giggled. 

“Even if you’re too dense to realize it, I love the you that look at me for who I am, not what I wasn’t born with. The you that smile at me every time no matter how tired you are. The you that make me feel loved and appreciated, something I didn’t know I could experience again.” 

She studied his peaceful face, the eyebags that were always apparent, the freckles that made her blush every time she thought about them. 

“I love you, Midoriya Izuku. Even if you might not feel the same way, I’ll always love you.” 

As Chikuchi was entrapped in her own world, the stairs of 1-C's dorm were packed with 18 other students and a Pro Hero, each one trying to squeeze through another for the front view. 

“Get off, old lady!”  Agoyamato sneered at his homeroom teacher. “You’re blocking the view!” 

“Watch your mouth, young man!” Nemuri hissed back. “And I am not missing out on this! It’s too pure and romantic!” 

“Both of you, shut up!” Another female student shushed. “She’s going to notice us!” 

Chikuchi stayed quiet as she watched Izuku search through the cabinet. After he helped her to the nurse's office and informed Recovery Girl what happened, the school’s doctor kissed her on the cheek before she left for Nezu’s office. She told them that they could stay here for the next period but have to return before the one after that started. Izuku the gently held Chikuchi’s hand as he used his Quirk on her, making her feel reenergized.  

The two then sat in silence as Izuku took the time to sort out the cabinet. After somewhat half an hour had passed, Chikuchi finally spoke up.  

“.... Why?”  

At the sudden question, Izuku turned around. Noticing his confused expression, Chikuchi elaborated.  

“Why did you help me?”  

“Because you looked like you needed help.” He shrugged. “I wanted to talk to you, so I followed you after you break away from our classmates. I saw you got thrown against the wall and I grabbed the closest thing I could find.”  

“I’m Quirkless, Midoriya!” She yelled, but she was glaring at her damn red shoes instead of Izuku. “Why. Did. You. Help. Me?”  

Izuku tilted his head. “What’s that have got to do with anything?”  

He continued, not noticing Chikuchi looking at him. “You needed help, Togeike-san, so I did. I don’t know what else to tell you.”  

“No one ever cared.” She mumbled. “Not at home. Not at school. Everyone I turned to has either ignored me or took part in making my life miserable. No one cares! I don’t matte-”  

Before she could finish her sentence, she could feel Izuku gently holding her hands. “You do. You matter, Togeike-san. Please don’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise, okay? Not even yourself.”  

“I can’t even imagine what you’ve gone through, so I can’t understand.” Chikuchi tried to reel in her sobs. “But please, don’t tell yourself that. You’re my classmate, Togeike-san. You’re important to me.”  

She sobbed louder.  

“I do care. Please, let me be someone you can cry and rely on.”  

She gripped his hand tightly, letting her tears go free.  

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Case file #8: Monoma Neito  

“Dear Diary, do you know what dense objects do to each other?  

They attract.”  

“Again? I didn’t know anyone of 1-B has been here before. Well, apart from Tokage-san, that is.” Izuku whistled. “What did they do?”  

“Apart from landing himself here on his first Heroic lesson?” Chiyo sighed. “He splashed a cup of water at one of the business course students for quote unquote, ‘insulting his favorite group of actors’.”  

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”  

“Not to you, he who threw a bucket of toilet water at three other students.” Chiyo remarked.  

“Three other bimbos.” Izuku corrected. “I was very specific about that part on the report. But that doesn’t explain why he’s serving detention here.”  

“None of the staff members are available to watch over him. Nezu is enhancing security for the Sport Festival this year. He wants input from every single one of us.” Chiyo explained. “You’re our best choice, considering what you did last Monday. Good job on that, by the way.”  

“Thanks. Those 3 hours of detention was fun.” Izuku smiled. “Especially with Togeike-san being there. She didn’t have to stay, though. Wonder why she did.”  

“.... Are you really asking that question?” Chiyo asked with a disbelief tone. “She- She literally leaned her head on your shoulder!”  

“I mean, I told her she can always lean on me whenever she wants.” Izuku shrugged.  

Chiyo slammed her face onto the table.  

“Midoriya!” Setsuna greeted Izuku with a smile. “Finally, someone’s who willing to sing ‘Rewrite the Stars’ with me!”  

“I can sing it wit-” A floating hand slammed into Pony’s mouth, cutting her off.  

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait, Tokage.” Neito confidently chuckled. “He and I are performing ‘Agony’, a perfect song for us!”  

“ Nuh-uh! ” Pony threw Setsuna’s hand back at her. “We are doing ‘ And forever ’ from the anime ‘ Big-O! ’”  

As the three were arguing for their turn, Togaru handed Izuku a cup of soda.  

“Here you go, Doctor Luigi. Sorry for these idiots.” Togaru apologized. “They’ve been at it since yesterday.”  

“No worries, Kamakiri-san.” Izuku chuckled as he accepted the cup. “It’s good to see you guys are so close to one another.”  

Togaru looked over to Setsuna throwing her feet at Pony, who was headbutting Neito with a red face, unclear from anger or embarrassment. The blond copycat struggled to hold Setsuna away from him with his right hand, his left stopping Pony’s horn from hitting him.  

“Someone has to keep them from getting expelled.” Togaru scoffed, hiding his smile from Izuku. “Why do you look so tired, by the way? You can barely stand!”  

“Blood lost do that to you.” Izuku scratched his head. “A night of sleep will fix it right up. Don’t worry.”  

“Then fucking do that!” Togaru cursed. “I’m not carrying you back if you faint!”  

“Aw, I was looking forward to lying on your back.” Izuku joked before he showed Togaru the song selection list. “Any song you want?”  

“I’m not singing!” Togaru turned away, this time to hide his blush.  

“But I want to sing with you....” Izuku dejectedly lowered his head.  

“Give me the damn tablet!” Togaru snatched the tablet and searched for a song.  

“This is Monoma Neito. I’m here for my detention?”  

Izuku lifted his head up from his homework. At the door, a young man with slick blond hair style so it’s parted to the right, with his bangs left hanging over his right eyes.   

“Ah, Monoma-san.” Izuku smiled as he led Monoma to a chair next to him. “Shuzenji-sensei is currently out helping Nezu-sensei. My name is Midoriya Izuku. I’m supposed to oversee your detention.”  

“I see.” Monoma nodded after he sat down. “Midoriya.... Midoriya.... Are you perhaps the Midoriya who is responsible for the expulsion of three quirkist students?!”  

“Three quirkist bimbos.” Izuku corrected him. “I was very specific about that part.”  

“.... I just want to say I’m a huge fan.”  

“Thank you.” Izuku smiled. “But I do hope you didn’t use me as an example for why you are here?”  

“Nope! That’s all me!” Neito grinned shamelessly. “I might have overreacted, but no one insults the Antigrafos and walks away uninjured!”  

“You’re right.” Izuku nodded in agreement. “No one should walk away uninjured after committing such a terrible thing.”  

“I was pretty sure you were agreeing with the overreacted part.” Neito smiled brightly at that. “You know the Antigrafos?”  

“Of course!” Izuku pulled out his phone. “Their music and plays are sublime! I can’t eat without watching their performances. That ‘Alice in Wonderland’ play last month was top-notch!”  

“Always a pleasure to meet a man of culture.” Neito’s smile got softer at each of Izuku’s words. “As much as I love to chat with you about the topic, I do have a few questions I need to ask.”  

“Shoot.”  

“Tokage told me about your [Healing Contact].” Neito asked. “Can you tell me about its function? I am something of a quirk nerd.”  

“Don’t worry. I share the same problem.” Izuku chuckled. “Demonstration is usually an easier way to explain but to put it simply, I can use my own vitality to speed up the healing process of an injury. Downside is that I need to know exactly what I am doing, and it takes a lot out of me to do it.”  

“.... Do you mind if I have a look?” Neito requested. “My Quirk, [Copy], allows me to scan a Quirk by direct contact and adapt my body accordingly to use it. I understand if you decline, though. A lot of people are weirded out by the aspe-”  

“Ohmygodthatssocool!” Izuku jumped forward, closing the gap between him and Neito. “The potential of your Quirk is limitless! Not only can you understand how a Quirk functions through scanning, but your body also adapts to a cellular level so that you can use it. Does it work on Mutation’s Quirk? How long does it last? How many Quirks can you scan at once? Does that mean your body also changes in a way that it can adapt to multiple Quirks at once? Are there any drawbacks? Do you also copy Quirk’s drawbacks? Can you copy two different Quirks and make them work together without drawbacks? Can you-”  

“I’ll- I’ll explain it soon!” Neito backed away, trying to cough his blush away. “I can copy your Quirk and demonstrate, if you are comfortable?”  

“Of course!” Izuku smiled brightly as he extended his hand towards Neito. “Here!”  

Neito slowly grabbed Izuku’s hand like a handshake. Immediately after the scan, Neito fell onto his knees, his breath hastened, and he could feel every part of his body shaking from the exhaustion that ran through his entire body. Realizing what happened, Izuku quickly helped Neito into a chair before handing him an energy bar. Neito immediately swallowed the bar. After waiting five minutes, Neito could feel the Quirk slowly fading away and his strength returning to him.  

“How do you even walk?!” Neito questioned, shaking off the exhaustion. “I’ve never felt more.... dead! The exhaustion I felt after the Entrance Exam is nothing compared to this!”  

“You learn to live with it after a while.” Izuku shrugged.  

“I’m not going through that again just to get used to it.” Neito shivered. “The application is simply spectacular, but that feeling....”  

“[Cellular Reconstruction].” Izuku explained to Neito. “That’s my theory, anyways. Every Quirk counsellor I went to say my Quirk works by transferring my energy to others, assisting them in desired task. It sounds simple enough, so that’s what I use to explain to other people.”  

“Right, because Quirk Counsellor is sooooo trustworthy.” Neito rolled his eyes before he focused on Izuku again. “But.... you know how your Quirk actually works?”  

“It’s not possible to use on objects.” Izuku clarified. “It only works on anything that is.... alive? Biologically speaking, that is. I still haven’t figured out why it’s more difficult to heal old injuries, though.”  

“Because the cells of old injuries had already been replaced completely, thus making it harder to revert to its original state?”  

“Ooh, that’s a good theory.” Izuku whistled. “Unfortunately, there’s no actual way to test it out. Not one I can think of, anyway.”  

“A shame.” Neito chuckled. “The act of reconstructing cells takes a heavy toll on your body.”  

“Like I said, you learn to live with it.” Izuku chuckled. “Besides, I usually talk to people a lot more before I let them look inside of me.”  

“I usually try to know more about someone before I let them make me feel weak in the knees, too.” Neito grumbled. “There’s still two hours left for my detention. Maybe I should rest up a bit before going home.”  

“Oh, really?” Izuku hummed. “I thought we could do something else.”  

Seeing Neito’s intrigued expression, Izuku showed an evil grin. “This room is soundproof in and out. There’s only two of us here for the next few hours. I believe there is something we could do~.”  

Neito was suddenly very aware of his heartbeats.  

“I’m home~!”  

She greeted loudly. Immediately, a set of fluffy viridian hair popped out from the kitchen with a smile.  

“You’re back!” He smiled, making her heart skip a beat. “How was training with Kan-sensei?”  

“That man is a slave driver!” she groaned before throwing herself onto the sofa. “Where’s Inko-san?”  

“She’s out with Aunt Mitsuki.” He informed. “I already cooked dinner. It’s on the table. Please eat after you’ve taken a bath.”  

“Is that an invitation?!”  

“I already showered.” Izuku calmly replied, making her pout. “I’ll eat dinner with you. Just wake me up whenever you’re hungry.”  

She watched as Izuku slowly slipped into sleep on the other sofa. She sneakily approached and whispered into his ears.  

“I love you, Izuku-chan.”  

She then stood up and headed for the shower. Before she could leave the room, though, she heard his unconscious reply.  

“I love you, too, Himiko-nee.”  

Himiko giggled as she closed the door quietly.  

“You know what Setsuna?” Chiyo sighed. “I want to support everything you do. But if you ask me for tips so you can seduce my assistant-”  

“Don’t call it seduce!” Setsuna lightly elbowed Chiyo with a red face. “It’s.... a clarification of admiration!”  

Chiyo’s only response was poking her cane at Setsuna’s back. As the pair reached the nurse’s office, Chiyo turned to her grandniece while grabbing the door’s handle.  

“Your idiots are here. Wait for me to dismiss them.”  

“Bet my hoodie they’re doing something in there.”  

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Chiyo scoffed as she slid open the door. “It’s been only 3 hours. What could they be do-”  

“ Lady, I just feel like  

I won’t get you, out of my mind~. ”  

Chiyo watched Neito standing on a chair and sang with a pen in his hand as a microphone.  

“ I feel love, for the first time.  

And I know that it’s true,  

I can tell by the look in your eyes~ .”  

She turned to her assistant, who was singing along with a rolled-up notebook in his hand. As the beat continued, the two singing gremlins turned towards her. She could see their eyes widened at the sight of her and Setsuna. Before Chiyo could come up with a response, her grandniece pulled a chair in between them, jumped on it and sang.  

“ Lady, hear me tonight.  

Cause my feeling, is just so right~ .”  

Like a sign, they sang together perfectly.  

“ As we dance, by the moonlight.  

Can’t you see, you’re my delight~. ”  

And the number of singing goblins increased by one. With a defeated sigh, Chiyo closed the door to her office to prevent the noise from attracting more of their kinds. As Chiyo pulled out her phone to record the scene, she contemplated at the thought of whether she should retire or not.  

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Case file #9: Flying Goblin Torino Sorahiko  

“Dear Diary, it seems my past has come to bother me again. He might be shorter than before, like wayyyyyyy shorter, but he’s still as annoying!  

I don’t care if he’s still taller than me! He’s a goblin who can fly!”  

“I don’t want your smartphone!”  

“S- Sensei!” Toshinori stuttered as he hit his legs to stop them from shaking. “It’s me! Toshinori!”  

“Toshinori? Who’s that?” The old voice asked. “What happened to Watanabe, the usual sales guy?”  

“It’s All Might! Nana-sensei's student? Your.... punching bag?”  

“Ah, Toshinori!” He could hear the old man grinned. “Finally found the balls to contact me?”  

“I’m still shaking a lot, does that count?”  

“That’ll wear off. So, why do you call?”  

“I’ve found him, Sorahiko-sensei.” Toshinori spoke up seriously. “My successor.”  

“Took you long enough, eh? Is it the kid Sasaki suggested?”  

“No.” Toshinori shook his head. “He’s.... different. He’s not an official Hero Student, but I- I see so much of Nana-sensei in him, sensei! He’s the right choice. I’m sure of it.”  

“.... You must have thought about it a lot. So why even call me?”  

“Despite your.... teaching method,” Toshinori shivered at the memory. “I value your opinion a lot, sensei. Would it be possible for you to come to U.A and talk to him?”  

“What about Shuzenji? What’s her take on your choice?”  

“She recognized his talent, too. She actually mentors him.” Toshinori explained as he scratched his head. “But she was.... not supportive. She wasn’t outright against it, but I don’t believe she supports it as well.”  

“If what you said about him is true, then I don’t blame her. She took Nana’s death hard. Maybe even harder than us. You know that.”  

Toshinori turned quiet at that. Without a response from his student, Sorahiko coughed loudly to break the tension before saying.  

“I’ll come to U.A and talk to the kid. Might as well watch the Sport Festival live and give you a good kick. For old time’s sake.”  

Before Toshinori could response to the sudden threat, the call ended. Great, now his hands were shaking.  

“Mom. Welcome home.” Izuku gave his mother a smile. “Dinner.... or breakfast is on the table.”  

Instead of answering, Inko used her Quirk and pulled the pen away from Izuku’s hand.  

“Midoriya Izuku, it’s 3 a.m. Why are you still awake?”  

“.... I was waiting for you?” At his mother’s tone, Izuku looked away from her eyes.  

“I’m not falling for that again, Izuku.” Inko sighed. “It’s not good that this reminds me of my childhood.”  

“I didn’t know you were such a night-owl back then.” Izuku raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you still are now, but that’s because of your job.”  

“No. Back then, I had to stay up to make sure your grandma has enough sleep.” Inko explained with a nostalgic smile as she threw herself onto the couch. “I suppose the workaholic thing is genetic. There are sooooo many cases to solve these days.”  

“You don’t sound like someone who’s tired of their job.”  

“Because I’m helping people with my job.” Inko grinned. “Guess that’s genetics, too.”  

Izuku chuckled as he watched Inko slowly fall asleep. He took a piece of blanket and put it over her. Quietly, he turned off the light, grabbed his report and sneaked out of the living room. Before the door was closed, he heard his mother call out to him.  

“We’re going out for lunch tomorrow. Himiko’s choosing where we’re going to eat if you wake up later than her.”  

“.... You wouldn’t.” Izuku squinted his eyes.  

“Not if you go to sleep now.” Inko replied. “I’ll unlock your door. She’ll sneak in again.”  

“They’re coming to you for frost-burn, Midoriya Izuku!” Chiyo poked her cane at Izuku’s cheek. “Why am I seeing them leaving with red faces?!”  

At the start of the first event, a Hero Course’s student threw a glacier at the rest. While the rest of the Heroic Course wasn’t affected, many from the General Education, Support and Business Department had to come to Izuku and Chiyo for their injuries. Because of how their Quirks work, Chiyo and Izuku have separate booths to work in. Chiyo’s Quirk healed fast, but they took a lot out of the patients. Anyone who didn’t want to rest on the beds at Chiyo’s booth can come to Izuku so he could revitalize enough for them to continue enjoying the festival.  

But for some reason, anyone who visited Izuku’s booth left with a red face.  

“I didn't do anything.” Izuku moved the cane away from his cheek. “While holding their hands to heal, I complimented them for the good work, and told them that as long as they tried their best, they are already heroes to me.”  

“Sometimes I think you’re doing it intentionally!”  

“I mean, yeah. I complimented them by myself. Maybe it’s the heat?”  

It was not the heat. Confirming that her assistant had zero clue about what he just did, Chiyo gave up and returned to her booth. Izuku only shrugged at his mentor before returning to his booth.  

And immediately, he found an old man in yellow laying in a pool of red.  

Izuku blinked at the sight before staring for a few minutes. After a few moments of awkward silence, the supposedly dead old man lifted his face up and looked at him. Izuku smiled and asked the old man.  

“I can walk you to the canteen for a new ketchup bottle.”  

“.... Smart and calm. I like that.” Sorahiko grinned. “Everyone else squealed like a little girl.” 
 

“It was quite a surprise.” Izuku chuckled. “But I’ve seen enough blood to differentiate real and fake.”  

Seemingly satisfied with Izuku’s answer, the old man slowly moved towards the chair in front of the television and sat on it. After Izuku had done a quick job of cleaning up the tomato sauce splatter on the floor, he pulled another chair next to Torino and watched the second round of the festival with the old man. As the Calvary Battle went on, Izuku found himself growing more and more excited at the sight of new Quirks.  

“Any teams you are cheering for?” Sorahiko asked as he bit on a taiyaki. Izuku quickly ran over and get him a cup of tea, at which the old man accepted with a nod. Izuku then looked at the TV showing footage of teams trying to break through walls of glacier, enlarged hand swatting away others, explosions blasting off-screen along with cheers and screams.  

“It’s hard to choose. Everyone’s so cool.” Izuku smiled. “Fighting with everything they have, trying their best.... It would be unfair to pick out a favorite.”  

“Why aren’t you out there, then?” Sorahiko asked. “Don’t you want to try your best like them? Be a hero?”  

“I am.” Izuku smiled wider, his eyes never left the TV. “After they’ve tried their best out there, I’ll try my best in here to heal and patch them up. I mean, I know I’m not out there doing the fight like normal heroes....”  

Izuku continued, not noticing Torino looking at him with nostalgia. “.... But saving people isn’t just winning a fight. It’s about if I’m able to put a smile on their faces, making them feel safe. It’s my way of being a Hero. That’s what my mom said when I was six, anyway. I turned that into my whole belief system.”  

“A smart mother you have.” Sorahiko chuckled. “She sounds like a good friend of mine. Toshinori could learn a thing or two from her.”  

“Really?” Izuku asked curiously. “What is your friend like?”  

“A strong, confident, beautiful and smart woman. Snarky and mischievous and yet, denser than a rock.” Sorahiko huffed amusingly. “Her husband must have performed a ritual or something. That woman wouldn’t get it if you took your shirt off in front of her.”  

“Can someone be that oblivious?” Izuku chuckled.  

“You have no idea, kid!” Sorahiko laughed out loud. “You should ask-”  

Suddenly, the door to Izuku’s booth slid open. Both occupants stopped their conversation, turned towards the door and found a tall, thin figure, and a senior lady with a pissed off look on her face.  

“Ey, Goblin!” Chiyo raised her voice. “Stop bothering my student! He’s got work to do!”  

“Can it, Siren!” Sorahiko grunted as he hopped off the chair. “I’m just having a chat with the young lad! Besides, isn’t he too nice to be your student, malicious bat?”  

As the argument devolved further, Izuku waved goodbye to the tall blonde who bowed slightly to apologize before pushing the adults out of the room.  

“Midoriya-san!”  

Inko turned around and found a familiar set of seafoam green hair that reached just past her shoulders. Inko set down the cup of coffee she was holding and stood up.  

“Fukukado-chan.” Inko smiled as she hugged the younger heroine. “What brings you here? Homicide? Grand larceny? Kidnapped?”  

“Still as workaholic as ever, I see!” Emi laughed out loud. “I was just in the area. Mind joining me for lunch?”  

“Was just in the area?” Inko raised her eyebrow. “Your school and agency are like 2, 3 prefectures away from here. What were you doing here?”  

“I- uh.... I was-” Emi stuttered, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet with Inko’s green, round eyes. “.... Gift! That’s right! I was here to buy some gifts!”  

“Ah, I see.” Inko had a look of realization like she finally understood something. “Well, if you want, I’ll help after we’ve had lunch.”  

“Really?!” Emi smiled, a little too wide and bright before she regained her cool. “I mean.... Thank you, Midoriya-san. I appreciate it.”  

“Anything for you, cutie.” Inko giggled before she grabbed Emi’s hand and left.  

As the scene was happening, from the corner, Sansa and Naomasa watched the interaction. After Inko pulled a red face Emi out of the room, Sansa leaned over and whispered.  

“You sure she doesn’t know what’s going on?”  

“Positive.” Without looking up from his paperwork, Naomasa sipped his coffee. “That’s our brightest and densest detective at work right there.”  

“This is the third heroines who asked her out for ‘lunch’ this week!” Sansa emphasized. “You’re telling me she still has no clue?!”  

“You’ll get used to it.”  

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Case file #10: Yaoyorozu Momo 

“Dear Diary, my student is going to ruin the economy. Or maybe he already has?” 

“Your face is looking quite red, Ochako-chan.” Tsuyu said, studying a red-faced Ochako who walked in after visiting the nurse’s booth. “Were you crying?”  

“N- No. This is.... something else.” Ochako stuttered as she remembered her hands being held while the pain from her injuries eased out.  

“I really thought you had him with that meteor rain!” Toru aggressively flailed her hands around.  

Ochako only nodded her head mindlessly as she sat down on a chair next to Tsuyu with a dreamy look on her face. Currently, a set of viridian hair, his emerald, green eyes and his soft-spoken voice was the only thing occupied her thought. She unwarily let out a strange laugh as his compliments came back to her.  

“Someone wakes Uraraka up.” Kyouka asked as she poked an unresponsive Ochako. “Yaomomo’s match is starting.”  

“M- Midoriya-san!” 

Izuku looked up from his book and found 1-A's vice president in front of him with books in her hands. 

“Yaoyorozu-san.” Izuku smiled. “I didn’t know you visit the library. I’ve only seen Yanagi-san and Jurota-san.” 

“I- I’ve heard good things about this place, so I decided to give it a try.” Momo coughed into her fist before gesturing to the chair in front of Izuku. “Do you mind if I join you?” 

“I very much don’t.” Izuku smiled brightly. “It’s always nice to spend time with someone I like.” 

Momo blushed profusely as she pulled out a book and covered her face with it. They then sat in the quiet library, with only the sound of pages flipping echoing through the empty room. Occasionally, Momo took quick peeks at Izuku and every time she laid eyes on his tired yet undivided attentiveness on the book he was holding, Momo could feel her face getting hotter before she quickly turned back to her book, hiding her blush from Izuku. After an hour had passed, Izuku gently closed his book and stretched along with a yawn. Momo also gently put a bookmark on a page before closing it and asked Izuku. 

“You seem tired, Midoriya-san.” Momo asked with worry. “Do you perhaps have trouble sleeping recently?” 

“I guess.” Izuku hummed. “Every time I try to sleep, I think about work. I read that readings help you feel sleepy, but I like to read so I just ended up finishing the whole thing.” 

“You must be exhausted!” Momo hastily reached her bag and pulled out a thermos. She elegantly poured a cup of tea and gave it to Izuku, who gratefully accepted it. Izuku immediately felt relaxed as he sipped the tea. 

“Amazing as always, Yaoyorozu-san.” Izuku praised, at which Momo showed a relief and giddy smile. 

“It’s Lavender Tea!” Momo explained. “Mother said it helps whenever she found trouble sleeping.” 

Izuku chuckled at Momo’s enthusiasm as she explained the tea’s effect. Taking another sip, Izuku could feel himself nodding off as he mumbled with a smile. 

“I wish I could marry someone who makes such a good tea....” 

Momo was very glad that Izuku had fallen asleep, and that no one was around to witness the dolls she created in a panic. 

“ I’ve got to move on and, be who I am~. ”  

Izuku hummed to the song that was randomly stuck in his head with two hot dogs in his hands. Chiyo took over and told him to get something to eat. After running around to talk with a few pro heroes and trying out some activities, Izuku was currently returning to his booth with the lunch he bought. However, he heard a voice call out to him.  

“ He Who Snitched. ” A robotic tone called him. “ Be a decent, useful being for one and assist us with this task. ”  

With a groan, Izuku walked towards the robots. “What’s up?”  

“ One of your kind is currently sweating through their eyes in the tunnel.” The robot then pointed at the tunnel that led to the fighting ring. “ We are not equipped to deal with such a bothersome task. After no calculation, we agreed that a meddlesome being like you would be the right tool to solve this mess. That is, if you are useful at anything other than snitching? " 

Ignoring the back-handed insults from the machine, Izuku nodded, showing that he accepted the task before thanking the robot and moving to where it pointed.  

“ Humans and their emotions .” The robot scoffed.  

She lost.... in mere minutes.  

At the reminder of her quick defeat, Momo tried to muffle her sob to no avail. Her motivation and self-confidence shattered the moment Midnight declared her defeat. The murmurs she heard from the stands as she walked back felt like knives stabbing her. The moment she stepped into the dark, lonely tunnel; she broke down in tears. Realizing she was crying made it even worse. Heroes must be strong. They must always stand tall despite their losses. And here she was, weeping at her loss that was all her fault.  

Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be he-  

The train of thought stopped as Momo heard someone sitting down next to her. Quickly wiping her tears away, Momo looked up from her knees and found a familiar set of green hair sitting next to her chewing on a hotdog. Noticing her stares, the guy greeted her calmly with a smile.  

“Yaoyorozu-san, right?” He spoke. “We met on your first field trip. Midoriya Izuku.”  

He then handed her a hotdog. “I bought an extra one. Can’t finish two in a row, anyway.”  

Although feeling uncomfortable, Momo still accepted the hotdog from him and began to eat it in silence. Occasionally, she stole some glances at Izuku, half-expecting him to ask her to talk but instead, she watched him attempting to stay awake from various times accidentally nodding off.  

“You should get some sleep, Midoriya-san.” She mumbled. “I’m fine. I should go back to my class's stand.”  

“I’m fine. It’s just side effect from using my Quirk.” Izuku waved her concern off with a smile. “While we’re on that, I’m on the medic team. I can heal those bruises for you now, if you want me to. Or would it be more comfortable if we’re alone in my booth?”  

“.... You shouldn’t bother with me.” Momo whispered, fighting off her shaky voice. “It’s better you save your energy for someone who actually put their efforts into their performances....”  

“But.... I am, though?” Izuku tilted his confusingly, his smile never left as he continued. “You fought with all you have out there, did you n-”  

“I didn’t!” Momo yelled, cutting Izuku off. “I didn’t even move as Dark Shadow attacked me! I just stood there.... cowering behind my shield and got pushed out of the ring like an.... idiot.”  

Tears were leaking out of her eyes again. “They were all right! The other kids, my parents, my maids and butlers, my teachers.... all of them! I’m not suitable to be a hero! I don’t belong-”  

“.... Let’s say everything you just said is true.” Izuku cut her off, gaining her attention. “Let’s pretend you’re not suitable to be a hero. Let’s say whatever crap everyone told you was true....”  

Izuku paused, letting his word sunk into Momo, who became even more crestfallen at his word.  

“Do you still want to be a Hero? Despite everything they said, do you?”  

“.... I’m not-”  

“A-A-A-A-A.” Izuku raised a finger, stopping her. “Do you want to be a Hero?”  

“.... It’s all I ever wanted to be.” Momo nodded slowly.  

“Then that’s good enough, isn’t it?” Izuku smiled. “You still believe it’s the right thing for you despite what everyone else said. You’re on recommendation. That’s mean someone thinks you belong here, and I agree with them.”  

“.... Do you really think so?” Momo asked with a shaky voice.  

“I do.” Izuku confidently nodded. “But you were the one who worked through hell to get here. Do you?”  

Momo lifted her head up and showed a genuine smile through her teary face.  

“I do.” Momo nodded. “Screw everyone else.”  

They stood there and laughed. Ignoring the deafening cheering that happened outside, they stood there and laughed with each other.  

Having someone who believes in you is nice.  

“That is one expensive tea set.” Chiyo whistled as she studied the tea set that Izuku was using to brew some teas. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Izuku smiled as he handed a cup of tea to Chiyo. “Yaoyorozu-san gave this to me as a gift.” 

“A gift? What for?” 

“She said it was for being her friend.” Izuku sipped his tea with a happy expression. 

“This ‘friendship’ tea set costs more than my yearly salary.” Chiyo sipped her tea with an uncomfortable expression. “How rich is she?” 

“She said she’s the economy.” 

“It’s scary that she said that so casually.” 

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Case file #11: Midoriya Himiko. Formerly Toga Himiko. 

“Dear Diary, I feel bad for anyone who mess with that family.” 

Blood....  

Himiko crashed into a trash can and tumbled onto the floor along with its content. Not even attempting to stand up, Himiko weakly dug through mess she just made, looking for any edible food.  

Blood.... She needed blood....  

Grabbing a dead mouse, Himiko dug her sharp teeth into it, sucking out the disgusting taste.  

Human blood.... She needed human blood....  

Her vision became blurry as the voice inside her head kept getting louder and louder, overwhelming her sanity. The flicking streetlights became marks for her to keep moving forward. Soon enough, she saw someone.  

A human. A boy. Couldn’t be older than herself.  

Despite whatever rational thought left in her, Himiko aimed straight at him. She tackled him down to the ground and dug her teeth into his neck. Just as she did the rat hours ago. Just as she did every animals she managed to sneak into her room, away from her parents.  

Her name was Toga Himiko.  

And she wasn’t normal. Just as her parents have always told her.

She was a monster.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shuzenji-sensei~.” Izuku bowed goodbye to her with a sleepy expression. 

“You look like you can barely walk.” Chiyo sighed. “Let me drive you home. A missing student is the last thing I need right now.” 

“It’s fine~.” Izuku slowly chuckled. “My mom is waiting for me and my sister outside. Do you want to talk to her~?” 

“It’s alright, dearie. Tell her I said hello.” Chiyo smiled. “You sure you can come to the Second Year’s Sport Festival tomorrow?” 

“I’ll be fine after a good sleep~.” He waved her off as he began to leave. 

As soon as Izuku came out of U.A’s gate, he was immediately tackled by a shorter figure with blond hair. As the girl hugged her arm around Izuku’s neck, he could feel his neck being softly bitten into. Instead of resisting, Izuku gently patted his assaulter’s head and continued to move towards his mother, who giggled as she helped him into the car. 

“Alright, what do you kids want for dinner?” Inko asked as she drove. “Sushi?” 

“Izuku!” 

“Katsudon.” 

“We ate Katsudon last week, Izuku.” Inko said, making Izuku pout. “And you’re already eating him, Himiko.” 

Himiko just replied with a shameless grin. 

“-I’ll be home in 30 minutes, Izuku.” Inko’s voice rang through the phone. “Can you go to your friend’s house in the meantime?”  

“Shiozaki said her family is out for dinner today. I’ll just swing by the convenience store.” Izuku scratched his head. “Sorry for bothering you, mom.”  

“Nonsense.” Inko told him. “Everyone forgets their keys at one point. I’ll be home in a jiffy.”  

Seeing his mother had ended the call, Izuku left for the convenience store. The night breeze made him shiver slightly as he hastened his steps, trying to get to the store to stay away from the cold. The street was oddly quiet, despite it being a Thursday’s night. Izuku didn’t see anyone on his way, and he didn’t know if it made him more nervous or relief. A blond girl with blood on her face and the flickering streetlights sure didn’t help-  

Wait.  

Before Izuku could realize what he was seeing, he was tackled down onto the ground. Exhaustion combining with his head being slammed hardly into the ground, Izuku could only groan as he felt teeth bit into his neck, his blood being sucked out. As seconds went on, Izuku could feel the girl dug her teeth deeper into him, overwhelming his exhaustion with pain.  

And he felt droplets of tears on his cheek. And he was certain it wasn’t his.  

“I’m sorry.... I’m sorry.... I’m so sorry...!” He heard her whisper.  

Izuku noticed the girl tightened her hold on him as she sobbed. Izuku then put his hand on her head and whispered with the softest tone he could.  

“You look malnourished and exhausted, Vampire-san. I’ll use my Quirk to help with the exhaustion, alright? Try not to suck too much of my blood.”  

The girl didn’t reply, but she held onto Izuku’s arm tighter. Taking that as confirmation, Izuku used his Quirk on her.  

“My name is Midoriya Izuku, by the way.” He smiled. “Can I ask for yours?”  

“.... Himiko.” She replied.  

“Okay, Himiko-san. Is it okay for me to guess that your Quirk is pushing you to do this for blood?”  

As his guess, he could feel Himiko flinch.  

“It’s okay, Himiko-san.” He patted her head. “It’s a normal Quirk’s requirement. Why you are even in this state is more concern-”  

“Normal...?” Himiko’s whisper almost became inaudible.  

“Normal.” Despite the pain at the back of his neck, Izuku nodded. “Just as normal as me having an unhealthy craving for energy drinks. My mom drinks coffee more than she does water. Everyone has different needs. It’s normal.”  

“Does that mean I’m.... normal, too?”  

“It’s normal for you to want blood, Himiko-san.” Izuku chuckled. “I still do not recommend attacking passerby. It’s dangerous for both you and the party involved. But I suppose I’m your first ‘meal’?”  

Himiko shakily nodded as tears continued to flow through her eyes.  

“Then I suppose it’s fine.” Izuku nodded before pulling out a piece of paper. “Here.”  

Himiko took the piece of paper from him and studied it. “What.... is this?”  

“Swing by this address later. A detective will help you if you want.”  

“You just gonna.... help me?” Himiko’s voice became shakier as she screamed. “I just attacked you!”  

“Because you had to.” Izuku shrugged. “I want to help. Also, you’re going to have to carry me home ‘cause I’m seeing three of you upside down and I don’t think that’s a good sign.”  

Izuku’s vision went black and once again, his head hit the cold floor.  

“Himiko?” Inko called out. 

From the couch, Himiko turned her attention away from caressing a sleeping Izuku’s fluffy hair. She smiled at Inko and asked. 

“What’s up, Inko-san?” 

“I.... kind of have some news for you.” Inko anxiously said. “I’d rather you hear it from me than the news.... Okay, here goes-!” 

“Is it about my parents?” 

Himiko giggled at Inko’s dumbfounded expression. “I guess it really is. What about them?” 

“We finally got the proof to put them behind bars. For good, this time.” Inko sighed. “Also, they said a lot of.... things about you, so I may or may not have decked them in their faces.” 

“You didn’t have to do that.” Himiko smiled. “It’s okay. I’m fine now.” 

“I know I didn’t have to.” Inko shrugged. “I wanted to. But because of that, I am on 1-week suspension pay.” 

“So, like.... a vacation?” 

“The commissioner wrote it off as ‘raising my hand a little too high’.” Inko grinned. “By the way, we ran out of blood for your dinner. You want me to swing by the hospital and get some?” 

“It’s only for a night. I’ll be fine.” 

“Nuh-uh.” Inko went over behind the couch to poke Himiko’s cheek. “You can take blood directly from me. I don’t mind.” 

“It- It may hurt you. It’s alrigh-” 

“Hey, hey.” Inko laughed as she teasingly pinched Himiko’s cheeks. “You bite Izuku every day. If you don’t bite me too, I’m going to feel left out!” 

Himiko laughed together with Inko as she wrapped her behind, over Inko’s shoulder to hug her. 

Her name was Midoriya Himiko. 

And like her brother and mom said, she is normal. No, she’s more than that. 

She is happy. 

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Case file #12: Todoroki Rei 

“Dear Diary, this scandal is so large that it makes the denseness of my student feel bland.... 

I suppose they all resemble one another. It’s sweet. Just a tad annoying.” 

“Real-time work event?” Izuku repeated.  

“Don’t say like it’s a video game.” Chiyo corrected. “It’s a work-experience. It’s not like there’s anything else for you to do. School is on break; the Hero Course is on their internship…. Might as well come with me.”  

“I guess.” Izuku shrugged. “Which hospital are we going?”  

“Fujitani Hospital.” Chiyo revealed.  

“Even if I don't have a license?” Izuku pointed out. “The licensing exam isn’t until a couple of months, not even counting the residency training.”  

“You’re my personal student. That means I recognize your skill as a nurse.” Chiyo explained. “Besides, you’re mostly there to observe and help with small tasks. What’s the worst that could happen?”  

“You’re jinxing it.” Izuku chuckled.  

“It’s real life.” Chiyo gently wacked Izuku’s back with her cane. “Jinx isn’t real.”  

“Detective!” Rumi greeted loudly. “Didn’t expect to find you here!” 

Inko turned around and smiled at the Rabbit Heroine. “You as well, Usagiyama-chan. I’d thought you wouldn’t be interested in taking these kinds of babysitting requests.” 

“Oh, hell no. This is my first!” Rumi cackled. “I read through the debrief and was curious of who’d be crazy enough to find her at Tartarus!” 

“I guess.” Inko shrugged, before she showed a victorious grin. “But if they sent someone as important as you, then my hunch is confirmed.” 

“Ho?” Rumi smirked. “This day keeps getting more interesting, I see. First, your brat made the dragon blushed like a high school girl-” 

“Tatsuma-chan? Oh, my....” Inko showed a concern look. “I suppose it’s good that Izuku was there to check on her fever before it got worse.” 
 

“-now it’s you and this secret ‘mission’!” Rumi ignored her and continued. “Anything you can spill for little ol’ me?”  

“I’d tell you anything you want, Usagiyama-chan~!”  Inko teased before she walked into the room with a file. “But then I wouldn’t be able to talk with you over coffee later.” 

Rumi only scoffed with a red face as she watched Inko disappear behind the enforced door of Tartarus. 

“Give me the sterilizer.”  

“One second.”  

“Give me the bandages.”  

“On the way.”  

“Give me the operation knife.”  

“Coming up.”  

“Go to the storage room and get me the amputation kit, Midoriya.”  

“Coming up~.”  

As Izuku ran around to help Chiyo with her work, a group of doctors and nurses from the side stood in a circle and whispered to one another.  

“Get me the application form.” The head doctor whispered. “The moment he graduates, we’re hiring him.”  

“Doesn’t he need a license first? To work here?” A doctor asked.  

“Good point.” The head doctor snapped his finger in realization. “We’re sponsoring that.”  

“What about the residency training?” A nurse raised her hand.  

“He got taken in and is studying under THE Shuzenji Chiyo, a.k.a. Recovery Girl at U.A.!” The head doctor clapped his hands together to emphasize his point. “If that’s not quality residency training, I don’t know what is!”  

“Erm, I just got here so excuse me for being ignorant....” A doctor chimed in. “But why are we talking about hiring a student-nurse?”  

“This is his first day at one of the busiest hospitals in the country, he’s only medically trained for slightly over a month and yet, his efficiency is.... top-tier!” The head doctor explained with excitement. “I thought Shuzenji-san brought him here to show him the cruelty of this industry! I didn’t expect her to bring the most potential doctor we’ve ever had since her!”  

“Is he always like that?” A nurse whispered to her co-worker as they listened to the head doctor’s rant.  

“Only when he recognized real talent.” The senior nurse shrugged. “By the way, it’s lunch time. Who’s in charge of room 159?”  

“It’s Suzuki, but she called sick for work.” Another nurse replied. “Should I-”  

“I’ll do it.”  

Everyone turned to a smiling Izuku.  

“Midoriya-kun!” The head doctor said with a smile. “How do you feel so far?!”  

“Tired, but that’s just how I am, doctor.” Izuku chuckled. “I overheard needing some help to get lunch to a patient?”  

“Yes, but.... I don’t think you should do it.” A nurse scratched her head. “It’s not like we don’t trust you, it’s just.... not the safest option for a student on observation.”  

Seeing Izuku tilted his head in confusion, a nurse came in and explained. “She’s a patient in the mental ward, Midoriya-kun. Are you sure you still want to do it?”  

“Certain.” Izuku nodded his head. “I’m here to lessen your workload. If it’s to help, I’ll be glad to do anything you need.”’  

Although reluctantly, the head nurse gave her approval. Izuku bowed slightly to thank her before leaving for the ration storage. After he left, one of the nurses mumbled thought out loud.  

“God, I wish I was 10 years younger....”  

“Hey, hey, Kouhai-kun!” Nejire looked over from behind Izuku. “What’cha doing there?” 
 

“Just some-” Izuku covered his mouth to yawn. “-reports and homework. How can I help you today, Hadou-senpai?” 

“I’m here to watch over you!” Nejire crossed her arm and showed an adorably serious smile. “Recovery Girl told me to make sure you don’t faint on the hallway again!” 

“I didn’t faint.” Izuku pouted. “I just fell on the floor and decided it was a good place to sleep. I don’t understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it.” 

“U.A.’s floor is comfy!” Nejire nodded in agreement. “Once, I got back from a fight and I thought, ‘Walking is too tiresome! Let’s just sleep on the floor and wake up in the morning! That way, I can get to class faster!’.” 

“Right?” Izuku nodded with her. “It’s just sleeping. Our Quirks affect our stamina. We need sleep. Why does everyone always default it as fainting?” 

“Ooh, speaking of our Quirks!” Nejire showed an excited smile as she jumped up and down on the spot. “I tried that thing you mentioned! It worked!” 

“It did?” Izuku’s eyes shone brightly. “The direct contact blast thing worked? That just opens so many doors! You can temporarily paralyze your opponent with a precise shot at their nervous system or taking down an entire structure. Not to mention-” 

“That’s what I thought, too!” Nejire excitedly nodded. 

“Yup, yup, yup!” Izuku pulled out a notebook and asked. “Do you have anything to do tomorrow, Hadou-senpai?” 

Nejire shook her head. 

“Good.” Izuku grinned. “Because I’m not letting you sleep tonight.” 

Nejire nodded faster than she shook, hiding away the redness from her underclassman. 

“ Let it go, let it go~. ”  

Izuku sung as he walked along the hallway with a tray of food in his hands. He then stopped at a room with a sign that said, ‘Room 159’ and the name ‘Todoroki Rei’ under it. Izuku took a deep breath to prepare himself before he gently knocked on the door.  

“Todoroki-san?” Izuku asked, announcing his presence. “I’m here to bring you your lunch.”  

A few seconds later, a soft, gentle yet cold voice replied. “Come in.”  

Izuku opened the door and walked in before closing it. His eyes immediately laid on a white-haired woman sitting on a chair by the window. Her cold facial expression was highlighted by the sun as she looked dreamily outside the window. At the sound of the door closing, she turned around and immediately showed a surprise expression looking at Izuku.  

“.... Aren’t you looking a little too young to be a doctor, doctor ?” Rei asked as she carefully studied Izuku.  

“I’m not actually a doctor.” Izuku chuckled as he gently set the tray on a table. “I’m only here as a temporary assistance. I’m still a student. From U.A. High.”  

“What a coincidence.” Rei’s facial expression seemed more relaxed at the revelation. “My son goes there as well. Are you a first-year student….?”  

“Midoriya Izuku.” He introduced. “Nice to meet you, Todoroki-san.”  

“Call me Rei, please, Midoriya-kun. I’m more comfortable with it.” She smiled as she gestured him to sit on the chair in front of her. “Are you a first-year student?”  

“I am.” Izuku nodded. “1-C, General Education Department. Which class is your son in, Todo- Rei-san?”  

“I know he's in the Hero Course. 1-A, if my memory is correct.” Rei smiled fondly as she talked yet, Izuku could see a tinge of.... guilt?  

“You must have been very proud at his performance at the Sport Festival, then.” Izuku continued.  

His attempt at blowing past his own suspicion turned out to confirm it. Rei’s kind expression turned to one of conflict, sadness and guilt. Tears began to drop as Rei tried to wipe them away while suppressing her sobs. Izuku immediately put a handkerchief in her hand.  

“I- I- I'm so sorry, Rei-san.” Izuku apologized in a panic. “I shouldn’t have-”  

“It’s not you, Midoriya-kun.” Rei cut him off as she accepted the handkerchief. “It’s me. I just- I- I can’t- It’s all my fault.... Touya. Shouto. My family- Fuyumi is trying so hard and- It's all my fault...!”  

“Hey, hey.” Izuku gently held Rei’s hand. “It’s okay, Rei-san. Just take your time, okay? Do you want me to leave the room?”  

“No- No, please.” Rei shook her head. “I need to talk with someone. Anyone.”  

“Then at your own pace, okay?” Izuku assured her. “I’m right here.”  

She nodded in silence as she held Izuku’s hand. After taking some time to calm down, Rei took a deep breath and spoke.  

“Enj- Endeavor is hurting Shouto.”  

Rei slightly winced as the light brightened up the darkness of the room. As predicted, she heard three uncomfortable groans from the couch. With a smile, Rei leaned over the couch from behind and gently spoke. 

“I know it’s Friday, but sleeping like that isn’t good for you.” Rei sighed as she watched the family- her family, lying together in a cuddle pile on the floor, trying to squint their eyes shut to hide from the bright light. 

“Mom?” Fuyumi rubbed her eyes tiredly. “What time is it?” 

“Just slightly past 6.” Rei looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. “Hard day at school?” 

“Yeah, kids get hype on Fr- Did you say 6?!” Fuyumi shot herself up from the comfiness she was lying in. “Shoot! I haven’t cooked dinner, a- and the laundry, the hou-” 

“Calm down, honey.” Rei smiled. “Inko invited us out for dinner. She’s heading there with Himiko-chan right now. Wash your face and change if you want. That goes for you, too, Izuku.” 
 

With a pillow on his face, Izuku gave her a thumbs up. 

“But you need to take a shower, Shouto.” Rei giggled as her son groaned louder, refusing to sit up. “You reek of sweat.” 

Seeing that her youngest son wasn’t responding, Rei moved over and kneeled next to him. She leaned over and whispered at a low volume so that only Shouto could hear her. 

“You sure you want to smell badly next to Izuku?” 

With a blink of an eye, Shouto shot up and bolted to the bathroom. At the sight, Rei giggled and looked over to Izuku. 

“So, did you mind?” She asked. 

“Not really.” She heard Izuku’s reply being muffled under the pillow. “It’s just sweat. He’s a hero student. That’s normal.” 
 

“And the fact he ran to the bathroom because he didn’t want you to think he smells bad?” 

“He probably thinks it’s rude. I honestly don’t mind.” Izuku shrugged. “By the way, Fuyumi-san looked kind of red when I gave her the sweater I bought. Do you think she likes it?” 

“.... I suppose I can see why Chiyo-san is having such a hard time at school.” Rei sighed as she pinched Izuku’s cheek in a kind manner. As he groaned, Rei only giggled fondly. 

She was home. 

“.... I guess you heard all that?” Izuku looked at his mentor.  

Instead of replying, Chiyo tilted her head, silently telling him to move to a more private location. They went back to Chiyo’s office and sat down after Chiyo handed him a cup of tea.  

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Chiyo explained. “You took quite a while and wasn’t replying to my texts, so I got worried.”  

“So you do care about me.” Izuku grinned.  

“Yeah, yeah.” Chiyo rolled her eyes. “As angry as I am, no, we can’t take down the current number two hero. Not now, not in this current situation.”  

“I figured as much.” Izuku nodded, looking perplexed. “But we’re not letting this slide, are we?”  

“No, we’re not.” Chiyo shook her head. “But our priority here is Rei and Todoroki- Shouto, I mean. We need to get them out of their current living situations without raising too many suspicions.”  

“Please tell me you have a plan.”  

“For Rei, I might.” Chiyo nodded, but she didn’t look very happy. “But Shouto is difficult. Impossible, as of now.”  

“.... Baby steps, I guess.” Izuku sipped his tea tiredly. “What do you propose?”  

“Depends. You said your mother is a detective?”  

“Yeah...?”  

“Can you ask her to come here tomorrow?”  

Chapter Text

Case file #13: Iida Tenya  

“Dear Diary, I think I overheard 1-A’s plan to bribe Nezu into transferring Izuku into the Hero Course. Their class, to be precise.  

One has to wonder how screwed U.A. would be if 1-B and 1-C find out.”  

“I can still work….” Izuku pouted.  

“That’s the exact problem, idiot!” Chiyo poked her cane at one of Izuku’s pouted cheeks. “You’re here to observe! Not overworking yourself on the second day!”  

“It’s just a few reports….”   

“It’s a week worth of work you finished in a night!” Chiyo twisted her cane deeper. “If you still insist on not taking some rest, take a walk outside! Your mother and I need to talk, anyway!”  

“Speaking of, I wonder how it’s going inside there.” Izuku looked in the direction of where Rei’s room was. “They’ve been talking for a while now….”  

“They’re fine.” Chiyo commented. “I heard they were giggling in there. As for you, get out of this hospital and don’t return for at least another 2 hours!”  

“Fine.” Izuku rolled his eyes as he took off his white coat and replaced it with an oversized T-shirt that said, ‘ユニフォーム’ (Uniform).  

“Urgh, that reduced 3 years off my lifespan.” Chiyo groaned as she watched Izuku walk out of the room. She suddenly remembered something before she yelled. “I missed your mother before she went into Rei’s room. What was her name again?”  

“It’s Inko.” Izuku answered without looking back. “Midoriya Inko.”  

Closing the door to Chiyo’s office as he leaves, Izuku missed Chiyo’s mumbling in denial.  

“Inko…. Inko….” She repeated. “It can’t be, can it?”  

“Midoriya-chan!”  

Himiko turned around at the call of her family’s name. She laid eyes on Tatami jogging towards her while waving with an excited smile.  

“Tatami-chan!” Himiko grinned. She greeted with a seductive voice. “My, my~. Someone’s excited to see me~.”  

Watching Tatami stutter for words with a face redder than Emi-sensei’s, Himiko giggled as she gently patted Tatami’s back.  

“You’ve got to get used to this at one point. What’s up?”  

“I- It’s about the make-up License Exam.” Tatami poked her fingers together embarrassingly. “I’m still kind of nervous. Do you want to go to the arcade with me and Yo? Before the big day?”  

“Here I thought it can be our private date~.” Himiko whispered into Tatami’s ear. “But I’ll bite. If you promise another day for just the two of us, that is~.”  

Watching smoke start to come out of Tatami’s ears by her shameless flirtation, Himiko had to wonder how her mother and brother do it without even taking a single hint. Heck, she could tell her whole class was having some sort of crushes on her just by winking at them.  

At least the lines she learned from the density of their head were extremely useful for her fighting tactics.  

“I just wanna feel, this moment~.”  

Izuku hummed as he held onto the new bag of clothes he bought. Since there was nothing to do around his hospital, Izuku took the train to Hosu to enjoy the department stores the city has to offer. Izuku strolled around and picked up a couple of t-shirts for himself, Inko, Himiko, Rei and Chiyo. He considered getting t-shirts for Neito, Setsuna and the people at the church he usually volunteered at but seeing that it would take a lot more time, he filed the task for another day. Heading towards the station to get back to Fujitani Hospital to resume his.... shift? Also, to hear more about the current situation with Rei.   

But before Izuku could step into the station, a loud explosion noise boomed behind him. Whipping his head around, Izuku found a weird yet familiar creature with an exposing brain getting kicked out of a train.  

“Nomu...!” Izuku mumbled in disbelief, before another familiar, short old man in yellow dashing after it to chase it down. “Torino-san? What is even-?”  

“Kid!” A hero called out to him with a panicked look. “Evacuate down to the platform right now! It’s dangerous out here!”  

“What is even going on?!” Izuku yelled back.  

“The Nomus are attacking the city!” The Hero replied as he looked over to where the white Nomu had run off to. “They’re all over the city! It’s total chaos out here!” 
 

“How many?”  

“It’s not your problem to care about it!” The hero yelled. “Get down to the station right n-”  

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of someone shrieking along with loud engine noise caught both of their attention. Before the hero could snap out of it, a plastic bag was thrown at his face.  

“Take care of that for me, please.”  

Izuku was immediately gone.  

“I’m too old to get ‘grounded’ like this.” Izuku pouted with crossed arms.  

“It’s not grounded.” Chiyo casually and elegantly drank her tea. “It’s a detention.”  

“It’s not better.” Izuku commented.  

“A shame, isn’t it?” Chiyo replied.  

With a defeated sigh, Izuku went over to his table and sat down.  

“For you, ‘detention’ means rest.” Chiyo called out without looking at him. “Do not grab anything that you can use to write. That goes for you and work tools, too, Hatsume.”  

“But I can write my ideas down?” Mei looked up from her LEGO set.  

“Yes, but try not to come up with anything that violates the Geneva Convention. Also, help me watch over this workaholic nurse right here.” Chiyo stood up and proceeded to leave the room. “I’ll be back in a jiffy, dearies. Try not to do.... anything while I’m gone.”  

“Like what?” Both gremlins asked her.  

“Don’t worry about it.” Chiyo closed the door, leaving the teens alone.  

Seeing that his teacher was serious with her warning, Izuku walked over and sat down on the floor next to Mei as she continued to assemble the LEGO set without looking up.  

“What are you building there, Hatsume-san?” Izuku asked as he watched Mei.  

“Why, I’m glad you asked, Nurse!” Mei smiled, her hands not stopping. “This is how I want my baby to look like after I finished building her!”  

“It looks like a.... laser cannon.” Izuku squinted his eyes on the LEGO. “Is this perhaps an upgrade from your previous laser handgun?”  

“It is, indeed!” Mei laughed as she continued to assemble her project. Izuku smiled endearingly at Mei’s enthusiasm and determination as she put the pieces together. “Give me that 4x4 piece!”  

Mei gave Izuku the brightest as he handed her the piece. “You’re the best help with baby-making, Nurse!”  

“Thank you.” Izuku smiled. “Speaking of, do you need any help with your baby? The actual one, I mean.”  

“Not necessary!” Mei gave him a thumbs up. “I’m almost finished! You can help with the next one!” 
 

“Anytime you need.” Izuku grinned. “I love making baby with you.”  

Mei smiled wider at those words, quietly reminding herself to ask Recovery Girl why her cheeks always feel hot around the Nurse.  

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU-!”  

“Save him first.” Stain calmly cut Tenya off as he pointed at Native. “Think about others before yourself, act for them instead of your own good. That’s what being a Hero is all about. Not blinded by vengeance, certainly not for self-satisfactory purposes.”  

Tenya could feel himself freezing up as Stain licked his blood on the blade. “You are not a true Hero. That is why you are going to die. Right here, right now.”  

“Shut up!” Iida yelled, eyes not blinking away from the blade that was about to pierce through him. “It doesn’t matter what you think! You took my brother’s future-!”  

“Vengeful until the last minute, huh?” Stain glared down at him. “It seems purging you here-”  

Stain swung the blade, deflecting away a trash can lid that came flying at him. Not waiting a second, he jumped away from Tenya, dodging a wave of.... rubbish that was thrown at him. Immediately, Stain noticed another child ran in, grabbing Native’s uninjured hand while glaring down at him.  

“-would be better for my desired world.”  

“60% percent of the Hero Killer’s victim, including Ingenium-” The tired looking teenager glanced over at Tenya. “-were found in alleys that no one paid any attention to. My mother said serial killers are creatures of habit. Guess those late-night talks/ education really is useful.”  

“This doesn’t concern you, Midoriya!” Tenya yelled at him. “He’s mine! Get away from him!”  

Izuku ignored him and whispered to Native. “The blood is clotted. Can you move?”  

“I.... can’t.” Native groaned as he struggled to stand up. “It’s some kind of paralysis-”  

“It’s blood related.” Izuku mumbled. “I can feel something weird with the cells.”  

“A healer?” Stain spoke up, his eyes watched Izuku carefully. “Your effort and bravery are respectable, child. Leave now, and you may live.”  

“Cool.” Without a change in expression, Izuku nodded as he put Native’s hand over his shoulder. In a blink, a knife cut through Izuku’s cheek and stuck into the wall behind him.  

“They do not have that privilege. False heroes don’t deserve to live.”  

“People don’t need privileges to not get murdered by a serial killer.” Izuku glared back as he gently set Native down, seeing that there was no way to get out unharmed. “I don’t care about this crusade or ideas of yours. Just let me get two very injured people out of here-”  

“They are parasites that tainted the very idea of being a Hero !” Stain raised his voice. “A true Hero is someone who should risk everything for the sole purpose of saving others! That man over there stalled fights until cameras were on him. He used his fame to partake in sponsorship-”  

“It’s for donation-!”  

“ Excuses! ” Stain hissed. “And that one-” He pointed the sword over at Tenya. “-abandoned his belief for vengeance . Someone clouded by so much hatred would only do more harm if left alive!”  

“He’s the brother of someone you crippled !” Izuku fought back while sneakily tapped on his phone from behind. “And yes, while what he’s doing is extremely stupid and reckless-”  

“What are you-” Tenya tried to refute, but Izuku ignored him and continued.  

“-and absolutely suicidal, it-makes-sense! He’s human ! They’re all human! If you’re expecting everyone to be like All MIght, that’s on you, you delusional, noseless lunatic!” And you-!”  

Izuku pointed his finger at Tenya, who flinched at being targeted. “What the bloody hell were you thinking?! You think what, you just going to stroll in here and defeat the Hero Killer that killed over 6 heroes and crippled your brother, Ingenium?! Have you thought what might happen if you die here?”  

“I- I have to be the one who does it!” Tenya argued. “ Ingenium has to be the one who defeats him. The one who kills him!”  

“You are too far gon-” Stain groaned but was shut up by Izuku.  

“Lips moving, still talking!” Izuku pointed his finger at Stain before looking back at Tenya. “You do not ‘have’ to. You just ‘want’ to, and that’s different! You said Ingenium has to be the one who defeats him? Bullshit! The Ingenium I saw on TV never wore that face! Are you going to live up to that name? Or you’re going to change it to something worse?”  

“This is none of your business!” Tenya snapped at him, his voice became shakier and shakier.  

“Meddling in others business is what being a Hero all about!” Izuku snapped back. “That’s why I’m going to get you and Native out of here! Even if I have to knock your dumbass out and drag you the hell out of this alley on 13 th street next to a damn taco restaurant!”  

Stain wore a maniacal, satisfied grin as he listened to Izuku’s words. “So, you are ready to put down your life for these fakes?”  

“No.” Izuku glared at him. “I’m ready to save these two from you.”  

“.... Passed!” Stain’s grin opened wider as he charged towards Izuku with the katana in his hand.  

And a glacial wall rose from the ground.  

“Meeting number 3.” Tenya pressed the button on the presentation slide. “Subject: War.”  

Mina raised her hand.  

“Yes, Mina?” Next to Tenya, Momo signaled him to voice his enquiry.  

“Exactly with who this time?” Mina asked. “It said ‘War’ on the presentation, not ‘Competition’ like last two times.”  

“Because this isn’t like our previous two meetings involved Togeike-san and Shiozaki-san!” Tenya slapped the board with his hand. “It’s the entirety of 1-B and 1-C!”  

“Don’t tell me...!” Ochako abruptly stood up from her seats, eyes widening in realization.  

“Yes.” Momo lowered her head in shame. “They have successfully invited Midoriya-kun over for a sleepover?”  

“Sons of bitches!” Eijirou hugged his head in desperation.  

“I understand your feelings, Kirishima-kun, but please refrain from using such languages!” Tenya reprimanded him. “Unlike them, we are here to discuss like civilized human being!”  

“Fuck civilization!” Katsuki slammed his hands on the table. “We are killing those motherfuckers!”  

Amidst the argument, Shouto raised his hands up. “I don’t mind.”  

And everyone’s glare was now on him. Like a switch had been turned, Tenya snapped. “You have nepotism treatment, Ice Cone! Your family is close with his!”  

“Doesn’t that apply to Bakugou as well?” Shouto calmly pointed at Katsuki.  

“He is too much of a tsundere bitch to do any like that.”  

“The fuck did you say, Glasses?!” Katsuki yelled with a red face.  

Before the situation could get any worse, everyone turned deadly quiet as a familiar voice followed a knock on the dorm door.  

“Is anyone home?” Izuku asked from behind the door. “I have some spare cookies~.”  

As the noise of the door handle being turned, Momo instantly threw a smoke bomb onto the ground while everyone else ran around to hide everything. Izuku coughed a little as he walked into a room full of smoke before setting the basket down and getting to open the windows.  

“T- Terribly apologize, Midoriya-kun!” Momo ran to Izuku and helped him open the windows. “I was trying to replicate Midnight’s sensei sleeping gas.”  

“It’s all good.” Izuku chuckled. “You must be needing some supplements after training. I have some cookies in that basket. There's just enough for everyone in there but if you want, I’ll bake some mo-”  

“Midoriya-kun!” From the smoke, Tenya walked out and approached Izuku while ignoring a death glare that Momo was giving him. “What a pleasant surprise! To what do we owe this visit?”  

“Iida-san.” Izuku greeted him with a smile. “I’m just here to give out some cookies I baked. There’s one for everyone. All of them are in bags with everyone’s names. How’s Tensei-san?”  

“Thank you for your concern! He’s recovering well.” Tenya nodded with a soft smile. “The crutch is still needed to go outside, but he doesn’t need it to walk around the house anymore.”  

“That’s great news, Iida-san.” Izuku clapped his hands together before he pulled out two small see-through bags that were tied by a little red ribbon. “Here. For you and him.”  

Tenya accepted the bag with a red face. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun!”  

“You’re welcome.” Izuku nodded. Waving 1-A goodbye, Izuku put his green scarf back on and left the dorm. Before the door was closed, Izuku turned towards Tenya and winked. “I put a little bit more effort and love into those, by the way.”  

After Izuku had closed the door and oblivious to the carnage behind it, he pulled up the recipe and read it again. “‘Lastly, remember to put effort and love into these gifts! They will 100% enjoy it when you give it to them!’”  

Izuku mumbled to himself with a smile. “I hope they like it!”  

Chapter Text

Case file #14: Todoroki Shouto  

“Dear Diary, my Pokémon knowledge has betrayed me. I have been lied to my entire life. Grass-type is super effective against Ice-type.”  

“What do you think about a bracelet that also acts as a GPS, Izuku?”  

“I think you should keep that away from me, Mom.”  

Izuku replied to Inko’s suggestion as he put a slice of apple into his mouth. Inko only hummed at the rejection as she continued to cut a few more slices.  

“Then you better do something about that ‘Trouble Magnet’ thing you have going on.” Inko put a slice of apple into her mouth. “Just you wait until Ibara-chan hears about this.”  

“I don’t have to wait for anything if no one tells her.” Izuku stuck out his tongue. “I mean, legally, we aren’t allowed to say anything after that whole ‘gag’ order.”  

“Better innocent victim than punished hero sometimes.” Inko shrugged. “I’m just pissed that it’s Endeavor who is getting the credit! Like damn, what about Gran Torino who actually arrived on time and knocked out the Hero Killer?!”  

“I don’t think Torino-san would like the attention seeing how he’s somewhat retired.” Izuku pointed out. “Speaking of, how’s the case with Rei-san?”  

“It’s.... going.” Inko sighed. “Intentionally or not, Rei was the one who.... injured Shouto-kun. Our only option here is for her to get her out the proper way. Which means a very intensive psych evaluation, a place of residence and someone who deems fit to look over her for a while after she gets out.”  

“Don’t we need family’s approval, too? Like, Endeavor’s approval.”  

“That’s easy. I won’t bore you with the details.” Inko waved Izuku’s concern off. “I’m more worried about the toll the whole process would take on Rei." 

As they were talking, Inko’s phone rang. She took a quick look at it, sighed and stood up.  

“I need to take this call.” Inko walked towards the door. “Be back in a sec, sweetie.”  

“You grounded me.” Izuku complained.  

“Exactly.”  

Izuku once again stuck out his tongue at his mother who giggled before she closed the door. Flopping himself onto the bed, Izuku checked his phone and found messages from his friends. All of them shared the same concern as they heard of his involvement in Stain’s case.   

As Izuku read through and replied to the messages, he heard knocks on his door.  

“Come in!” Izuku called out loudly.  

The door slid open, revealing a dual-colored hair teen with a cold expression walked in.   

“Todoroki-san!” Izuku’s eyes widened. “What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting you.”  

“Iida is talking to his family.” Shouto replied blankly. “I did not want to intrude on him. I also owe you a thank you for assisting me in taking down Stain.”  

“I should be the one who thanked you.” Izuku smiled as he gestured Shouto to sit down on the chair by his bed. “Things would have turned bad hadn’t you arrived.”  

Shouto only replied with a nod. The two sat in silence, both not knowing what to say to the other. After a moment of awkward silence, Izuku finally broke it.  

“Todoroki-san, is it okay if I ask about your Quirk?”  

Shouto nodded.  

“It’s Half-Cold-Half-Hot, right?” Izuku smiled. “Can you control the temperature, density of your ice?”  

“I can control how fragile the ice is, the force, the amount and how big the area it effects.”  

“That’s so cool!” Izuku nodded his head. “But if I remember correctly, half of you was covered in ice if you overused it correct?”  

Izuku then looked straight into Shouto’s heterochromia eyes and with his soft tone and sincerity, Izuku asked.  

“Why don’t you use your fire?”  

“Detective Midoriya.”  

Inko turned towards the voice that called out to her. A woman in white hair elegantly walked towards her direction with a kind smile on her face that contrast to her sharp eyes.   

“Rei-chan.” Inko smiled. “What brings you out of the castle?”  

“I heard about what happened with Midoriya-kun so I wanted to check up on him.” Rei explained. “He also said that I should exercise more often, so.”  

“Ah, I’m going back to his room now.” Inko pointed towards the direction of Izuku’s room and took the spot by Rei’s side.  

“Busy day at work?” Rei asked.  

“Just updating some information for the Hero’s agencies.” Inko sighed. “The Hosu Attack left a lot of things to clean up after. Not counting the cult of followers who heard Stain’s word on that viral clip.”  

“The speech he made after he rescued Midoriya-kun from that thing, correct?” Rei wondered as she recalled the footage of Stain saving Izuku from a Nomu with wings. “The one about true hero and what not.”  

“The reason it got viral was because of the amount of people who agrees with it.” Inko commented. “The Commission put a lot of pressure on the Police Department to take it down. Permanently.”  

“How’s it going, then?”  

“Honestly, best we could do is slow down the pace of it being spread.” Inko admitted. “Thankfully, the HPSC has no control over how the police work, so I can just direct them to our voicemail. I do hope you’ve been having a better day than mine?”  

“Fuyumi told me Shouto was mostly unharmed aside from a few scratches he received.” Rei nodded. “I wanted to go and talk to him, but....”  

“Hey, hey, it's okay, honey.” Inko gently patted Rei’s back as the woman wore a crestfallen expression. “Just take it easy, alright? I’m sure it’s hard for both of you to ta-”  

Izuku’s voice came from the hospital room’s door. “Why don’t you use your fire?”  

The adult froze up.  

“....”  

“....”  

“....”  

“....”  

“....”  

The four students blinked at the sight of Chiyo, who wore a deadpanned expression that turned more and more tired as the seconds dragged on. The eerie silence went on for another 5 minutes before Chiyo finally let out the most tiring sigh Izuku ever heard from her.  

“Just for the sake of my curiosity, what are you guys doing here at this hour?”  

“.... After hours club activity?” Izuku offered.  

“At midnight? Uh huh, uh huh.” Chiyo hummed. “And is that a pentacle drawn on my office’s floor?”  

“I’ll clean it up when we’re finished.” Izuku shrugged.  

“Finished doing what, exactly?”  

“We are attempting to summon a demonic being that shall serve as a way for us to covertly communicate with one another, be it directly or indirectly.” Reiko explained.  

“The dark stars align, converging at the center, creating a round table for the dark knights that serves it....” Fumikage whispered mysteriously.  

“What a mad banquet of darkness, this evening turned out to be.” Shihai grinned.  

Chiyo looked through the three other students before looking back at her assistant, silently begging for a proper explanation.  

“Yanagi-san found a forum with a ritual on how to communicate telepathically.” Izuku explained. “She said it is for Emily to communicate more easily with us.”  

“My inner sibling wishes to converse more freely with my classmates and your assistant, Recovery Girl.” Reiko added in. “She is under the impression that her thoughts are not well transferred over by me.”  

Chiyo nodded and looked back over at Izuku. “Shouldn’t you ask your girlfriend from the Support Department about that first before starting a cult meeting in my office?”  

“His what?!” Reiko shot up from her seating position, as did Fumikage, who did it in a quieter matter but no less shocked. As that happened, Shihai was silently brainstorming possible pranks he could pull on the Support Course.  

“I did text Hatsume-san about that.” Izuku replied, not noticing three heads snapping at his answer. “She said she’s currently focusing on another project so that would take quite a while. We’re not dating, by the way. I’m sure she has better options than a sleepless nurse.”  

“Try dense, but that girl isn’t any wiser, anyway.” Chiyo shrugged before she grinned at the other three. “Door’s wide open for you kids, it seems.”  

As Shihai and Fumikage were busy hiding in the darkest corner of the room at that comment, Reiko was very not subtly breath out a sigh of relief. The ashen-haired girl turned towards Izuku and with her indifferent expression, announced.  

“It appears Fate agrees with us and so does your mentor, my beloved. Would you now agree to take our hands in marriage?”  

“As in walk you down the aisle when you get married? Gladly!” Izuku showed a beaming smile. “Though I really think your father should do it. This is the fifth time you’ve asked me.”  

Reiko nodded before turning towards Chiyo while pointing at Izuku.  

“You are certain this is incurable?”  

“If it is, I would have done it long ago.” Chiyo sighed.  

Even with Shouto glaring at him with utmost fury, Izuku’s smile did not drop slightly.  

“Your fire is a natural solution to your ice and that goes in the opposite way as well. The drawback your right side has can be easily fixed with your fi-”  

“I know what I am capable of.” Shouto hissed, cutting Izuku off. “It’s none of your business!”  

“Of course. It’s your Quirk.” Izuku continued. “But clearly, by using only your right side, you are operating at half of your power. That affects your performance and proves to be dangerous for yourself, is it not?”  

“I don’t care.” Shouto’s glare hardened. “I will become a Hero using only my mother’s ice. Not his fire.”  

“Whose Ice and Fire?”  

“.... What?” Caught off guard, Shouto blinked.  

“What are your parents’ Quirks, Todoroki-san?”  

“.... Frost and Hellflame.”  

“And what is your Quirk?”  

“Half-Cold-Half-Hot....”  

“That means the fire and ice that come out of you are yours, then!”  

“You don’t understand.” Shouto’s glare hardened once again. “My father-”  

“And exactly how many people you are going to put in danger because you are half-assing out there, Todoroki-san?” This time, Izuku matched his own glare with Shouto. “You expect to go out there and fight with half of what you have because of your father? Is that why you want to be a Hero? Out of spite?  

Before Shouto could find an answer to that question, the door to Izuku’s room was pushed open. The teenagers turned and found Rei standing at the door. Despite tears rolling down her eyes, Rei did not show any other expression other than attentiveness. Her serious eyes were locked with Shouto’s shock.  

“I’ll drop this right now if you say so, but I’m willing to bet that's not who you are.” Izuku turned back and continued to push on. “So, I’m going to ask again: Why do you want to be a Hero?”  

“Because-” Shouto mumbled, not looking away from his mother. “Because I-” 

“Rough day?” Rei asked, poking Shouto who laid his face on the dining table.  

“Work-study? More like child labor. Not even the fun ones. Just dangerous and tiring.” Shouto groaned.  

“What type of child labors do you categorize at ‘fun’?” Fuyumi sweat dropped as she set the table.  

“Why did you even pick him for your work-study?” Natsuo asked incredulously. “You of all people should know how that man is!”  

“I’ve ignored half of myself for a long time, Natsuo.” Shouto looked up. “I’m just doing all I can to catch up.”  

“Enji’s work attitude is admirable.” Rei nodded as she pat Shouto’s head. “Despite his dog-shit personality and obsession, that is.”  

“Language, mom!” Fuyumi begged, much to Rei’s amusement.  

“How about a lighter topic, then?” Natsuo grinned. “How’s that crush on that Midoriya kid going?”  

Contrary to Natsuo’s expectation, Shouto once again slammed his face onto the table as Rei giggled even louder.  

“That bad, huh?” Natsuo chuckled as he drank the water.  

“He couldn’t even form a proper sentence when Izuku cupped his cheeks to check for injuries!” Fuyumi smugly grinned as she recalled the memory from their last interaction.  

“That’s rich, coming from you.” Natsuo gave his sister a side eye. “Didn’t you almost faint when the kid put his forehead on yours?”  

Immediately after the sass, Natsuo jumped out of his chair and ran with Fuyumi hot in pursuit with a fork. Rei only shouted, ‘Be careful!’ before she returned to stroking Shouto’s head. They stayed in the comfortable silence for a few minutes before Shouto turned towards her.  

“Mom, do you still remember what I said? That day in the hospital?”  

Rei nodded with a soft smile in response.  

“Am I still doing it right?” Shouto asked with worry. “Are you.... happy now?”  

“We are sooo getting chased out of here.”  

Inko sighed as she covered her ears from the loud fire alarm’s noise. Izuku only giggled as he sat by his mother outside of the room.  

“Quirk accident, Mom.” Izuku grinned. “You taught me to use that excuse.”  

“I’m regretting it now.” Inko groaned. “I’m the one who has to write this report later!”  

Inko peeked into the room to Rei and Shouto crying as they hugged each other. With a smile, she gently closed the door.  

“You did good, honey.” Inko pinched Izuku’s cheek. “I’m proud of you.”  

“Proud enough for you to forgive me for this?”  

“Oh, hell no.” Inko grinned. “No Katsudon this weekend. Doctor’s advice.”  

Izuku’s facial expression turned into one of despair while Inko laughed out loud.  

“I’ve got you, Natsuo and Fuyumi right here with me.” Rei hugged Shouto. “I’m not just happy. I’m full.”  

Shouto hugged her back. A rare smile appeared on his face.  

Chapter Text

“Dear Diary, it’s finally happening. What I fear, has come to be. 

My sister’s family found out about Setsuna’s crush, a.k.a. my assistant, a.k.a. the rock that is Midoriya Izuku.” 

“Lord helps me....” 

Izuku curiously turned towards Chiyo, who was letting out an uncharacteristic groan as she tossed her phone on the table. 

“Bad news?” Izuku asked as he stood up and headed towards the teapot. 

“That depends.” Chiyo groaned. “Got any plans tonight?” 

“Apart from feeding my axolotl and reading some books, no.” Izuku tilted his head thinking. 

“I see.” Chiyo dryly confirmed. “My sister- I don’t know if I should still call her that after this- found out that I have an assistant. She wants me to invite him to our weekly family’s dinner.” 

“Who is h- Oh, that’s me. Yeah, that makes sense.” Izuku hit his fist into his palm in realization after handing Chiyo the cup of tea. 

“This is the last day of your ‘internship’.” Chiyo shrugged. “I suppose this could be a celebratory dinner. Crazy week you’ve had.” 

“I need to check with my mom first, but I think it should be okay.” Izuku smiled as he pulled out his phone. “Do I need to go home and change before coming?” 

“That’s too much travelling for you. I’ll drive you there.” Chiyo told him. “We’re leaving after 5. Go rest up. You used too much of your Quirk on Iida. How’s that going, anyway?” 

“The fracture parts of the spine have been healed up.” Izuku reported. “The nerves still aren’t responding as well as before, though. That’s something he has to work on in physical therapy. That’s all I can do, unfortunately.” 

“Dear, you did all that for him.” Chiyo softly assured him. “Tensei would have spent his life in a wheelchair if it weren’t for you.” 

“But he still wouldn’t be able to return as Ingenium....” Izuku muttered. 

“We can’t save everyone, Midoriya.” Chiyo poked her cane at the dejected Izuku. “But we’re trying our best for those within arm’s reach, and that’s important.” 

Chiyo returned to her paperwork after she acknowledged the nod came from Izuku. 

“I- I could still save more-” A woman in a dark costume shakily stood up.  

“Skyward-”  

“I could still go in, Chiyo...!” She limped towards the burning building in front of her. “There- There are still people in there...! I need to go in-”  

“Nana!” Chiyo shouted, making Nana flinch. “Look at yourself! You can’t even walk right! Stay here and let Torino and Yagi handle the rest!”  

Nana’s gaze followed the figure of Torino flying around the building before dashing in through a window and the silhouette of her student running through the burning flame with civilians on his back finally made Nana fall to the ground. Immediately, Chiyo ran over and put her lips on Nana’s burnt hand.  

Chiyo let go early to carefully not draining off her friend’s energy. As Chiyo carefully wrapped Nana’s burns, the Heroine watched the fire of the burning building being slowly put out. The screaming slowly drained out as more and more people were taken out of the building.  

“.... When was the last time you slept? Scratch that, when was the last time you even came home?” Chiyo followed Nana’s gaze as she spoke. “You look like you’re about to crumble.” 
 

“.... That’s rich coming from you, Chiyo.” Nana chuckled, though Chiyo couldn’t find any humor in that.  

“I work duo-jobs that are understaffed while having no one waiting at my apartment.” Chiyo shot back. “You, have kids and a husband at home.”  

“.... I’ve been hearing rumors.” Nana answered. “People lost control of their Quirk.... or Quirks.”  

“I’ve seen some cases like that at the hospital.” Chiyo nodded as she tried to fight back her hastened heartbeats. “Kids came in, apparently losing their newfound Quirks after some counselling.”  

“Chiyo, if that’s true, it means-” 
 

“If that’s true, it means you need to go home and have a proper rest with your family.” Chiyo immediately cut Nana off. “You can’t win any battle looking like you’re about to faint from a push.”  

Nana only stayed quiet as she snuggled into Chiyo’s embrace. Although surprised by the sudden action, Chiyo wrapped her hands around Nana, bringing her into a hug.  

Nana held tight onto Chiyo, trying to think of anything but the horrible premonition that she felt was coming.  

Chiyo held tight onto Nana, hanging onto something that wasn’t hers.  

Neither said anything through the whole ordeal.  

“That’s probably your great aunt.” Hanbun turned at the sound of the doorbell. “Setsuna, honey, could you please go and get the door?” 

“Aight, aight, Mom!” Setsuna put down her phone before letting out a long stretch. The internship with Majestic, as entertaining and helpful as it was, was tiring. Despite his 0 knowledge on romance, the man was as good a teacher as he is a Hero. Though that also meant he worked her to the bones to improve her Quirk. With a yawn, Setsuna skipped towards the door to open it.  

“Granny Chi!” Setsuna greeted her great aunt with a smile.  

“Setsuna.” Chiyo smiled at the sight of her excited grandniece. “Mind if we come in?” 

“’We’?” Setsuna repeated confusingly. 

“Shuzenji-sensei, are you sure this is good enough?” Setsuna looked behind Chiyo and found a familiar set of verdant hair approaching with a big basket in his hand. “I still think it isn’t good enough....” 

“ We invited you over for dinner.” Chiyo emphasized. “I already said you don’t have to buy anything!” 

“I’m interrupting your family’s dinner....” Izuku pouted. “Buying a gift is the least I can- Tokage-san!” 

Setsuna snapped out of her shock as she felt her face getting hotter. Setsuna quickly coughed into her hand before putting on a wide smile. “Midoriya! I didn’t know you were coming!” 

“It’s great to see you, Tokage-san.” Izuku smiled as he gave Setsuna the basket. “Here. For your parents.” 

“Aww, you didn’t have t- Dinosaur crackers!?” Setsuna cheerfully exclaimed before she detached her hands and floated them along with the basket inside. “Come on in!” 

“When did you even have the time to buy those?” Chiyo turned to Izuku as they walked inside. 

“When you were putting gas in your car.” 

“That was 5 minutes.” 

“I ran really fast.” Izuku shrugged as he took off his shoes and his coat. 

Chiyo did not give any more comments as she walked towards the living room with Izuku behind her. Upon entering the living room, they found Setsuna enjoying the gift as she put some crackers into her mouth and happily chewed on them. Sitting on the loveseat, an elderly woman with long, green hair that was turning silver waving at them.  

“Chiyo.” The lady greeted Chiyo with a smile before turning to Izuku. “This must be your lovely assistant. I’m Tokage Nonkina. Nice to meet you, young man.” 

“I’m Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Izuku bowed. 

“What a humble young man!” Nonkina giggled. “I hope my sister isn’t being too hard on you.” 

“Nice to see you too, sister dear.” Chiyo rolled her eyes. “Where’s Isha and Hanbun?” 

“They’re setting up the table.” Chiyo followed her sister’s eyes towards the kitchen. With a nod, Chiyo slowly walked towards the kitchen while Izuku took a seat next to Setsuna, who was not so subtly scooching closer to him. 

“How was your internship, Tokage-san?” Izuku asked. “Shuzenji-san told me you went with Majestic?” 

“I did!” Setsuna proudly confirmed. “He taught me some very useful tricks with my Quirk.” 

“Really? Can I see?” Izuku excitedly vibrated in his seat from anticipation. Setsuna grinned. Immediately, Izuku could feel his waist being grabbed by Setsuna. He giggled from the sudden contact. “When did you get your hands there?” 

“Some cool distraction tactics I learned. It’s really usef-” Setsuna stopped as she felt her hands on Izuku’s hard abs. 

“Tokage-san?” Izuku tilted his head. 

“Y- Yeah! It’s just a useful sneak attack Majestic taught me! How was your week!?” Setsuna laughed a little too loudly as she retracted her hands and looked away. 

“A little busier than usual. But it was really mind-opening!” Izuku didn’t pay any attention to Setsuna’s weird reaction as he reached his bag. “I actually got a gift for you.” 

Izuku then pulled out a yellow t-shirt with a picture of a Triceratops with a sunglasses and police hat. The word ‘Triceracops’ was written under the dinosaur. Setsuna grabbed the shirt with the brightest look in her eyes as she studied it. 

“I love it!” Setsuna exclaimed, looking at Izuku. “This is going to be my third favorite shirt!” 

“I’m glad you like it, then.” Izuku smiled before standing up. “I’m going to see if Shuzenji-sensei needs any help.” 

After Izuku left the living room, Nonkina, who had been staying quiet throughout the whole conversation, turned towards her granddaughter with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“That was cute.” 

“.... I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Setsuna looked away. 

“Of course, of course.” Nonkina nodded. “I guess I was just mistaking that cute moment with you caressing his abs while drooling like a hungry T-Rex.” 

Setsuna immediately buried her face into a pillow, not looking at her grandma. 

“Stupid hot, sexy, buff nurse...!” She pouted angrily with a blush on her face as she remembered the sensation. 

“Hey, it’s my favorite honey badger!” Nana strode in with two bags of snacks and a cheerful smile. “How are you, Nezu?” 

“.... Skyward.” Nezu replied without a change in expression nor looking up from his book. 

“As energetic as ever, I see.” Nana chuckled as she set a bag next to Nezu before sitting down opposite him. “What’s that book you’ve got there?” 

Instead of replying, Nezu slightly tilted the book over so Nana could read the title. The heroine took a quick glance and visibly gagged as she read the title. 

“I thought you said you only read books that are worth your time?” 

“Only way to discern a bad book is to read some.” Nezu replied unamusingly. “You human has an interesting way of disagreeing with everything that had or will happen. Every single conversation, action could very well turn into an all-out war.” 

“You aren’t wrong there.” Nana nodded. “Chiyo and Sora had a fight just now over who’s picking up my kids for the day.” 

 
“I assume Recovery Girl has come out victorious?” Nezu wondered, uninterested. 

“Her rock-paper-scissor rule is always a sure win for her.” Nana shrugged. “Maybe next time you should pick the kids up? My daughter would love to meet you again.” 

“That’s a kind offer, Skyward.” For the first time since Nana came in, Nezu showed a small smile. “But I don’t believe my presence would be helpful for a child’s development. Unless you want them to turn out ruthless and heartless like I am, that is.” 

“You sit on the idea, okay?” Nana stood up and headed for the door. 

Before Nezu could return to reading in peace, Nana’s voice once again made him look up from his book. 

“That heartless thing is bullshit, by the way. Ruthless, maybe. But not heartless.” 

“And what makes you come to that conclusion?” 

“I have a good feeling when I first met you.” Nana grinned. “I’m sure you’re going to be a great teacher one day.” 

Nezu silently sipped on his tea with a smile on his lips after Nana closed the door.  

“You want something.” Chiyo blankly stated.  

“What makes you think so?” Nonkina cluelessly asked.  

“I practically raised you, Nonkina.” Chiyo rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”  

“Don’t be such a killjoy.” Nonkina giggled as her eyes darted towards the living room. “I’m just feeling nostalgic.”  

Chiyo silently followed her sister’s eyes toward the living room. There they saw Setsuna and Izuku sitting together on the loveseat, squeezing against each other as they giggled at something on Setsuna’s phone, completely unaware of Setsuna’s parents recording the scene as they themselves hugged each other.   

“They remind me of you from back then, you know.” Nonkina’s observation pierced Chiyo’s ears like a sharp, rusty knife. “You, and Shimura-san.”  

“.... It wasn’t like that.” Chiyo mumbled.  

“Almost half a century passed, and I still don’t believe that.” Nonkina stuck out her tongue before she finally turned to face her sister with a serious look. “Chiyo, I know you still-”  

“Don’t.” Chiyo cut her off. “Just.... don’t. Not today.”  

“.... Okay, sorry.” Nonkina sighed. “I just hope Setsuna won’t become like you.”  

Not once since the conversation started until it ended did Chiyo looked away from her grandniece. A smile slowly crept onto her lips as she watched Izuku tied Setsuna’s hair into braids.  

“I do hope so, too.” She mumbled.  

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Case file #15: Kodai Yui  

“Dear Diary, it is hard to understand Kodai due to her being a person few- or any- words. But holy hell, the look she gave that dense being!  

I didn’t believe the phrase ‘seeing one’s emotion through their eyes’, but I also don’t understand what is going on inside his head that makes him not realizing what is going on.”  

Joy. Happiness. Ecstatic. Excited. Relief. Enjoyment.  

Were the direct opposites of what Yui was feeling as she held onto her side while limping towards the nurse's office.  

She silently cursed at Kamakiri for the sharp edges he put on one of the pipes that ran through her. It didn’t help that her perpetually neutral expression threw a lot of people off from talking to her, aside from Shoda and Kendou. But even they have their own friend groups. Groups that she couldn’t or rarely join because the canteen was too noisy for her sensitive ears. It also wasn't easy to make friends, being socially awkward and selectively mute.  

Yui winced as she felt another sharp pain. The nurse's office was at the end of this hallway, but every step she took just made the room feel further and further away. It only took a few more steps until Yui realized she couldn’t stand straight anymore as her feet entangled with each other, causing her to lose balance.  

Yui let out a strain yelp as her face came closer to the floor.  

“What in tarnation-!?”  

Chiyo let out a scream as she walked into her office and laid her eyes on the horrid sight in front of her. At her scream, her assistant(?) turned around.  

“Chiyo-sensei. Good afternoon.” He smiled. “How’s the meeting?”  

“Not as scary as whatever is going on here!” She yelled. “Why are you covered in mushrooms!?”  

“I fell asleep on a bench.” Izuku shrugged.  

“That.... explains so much yet so little.” Chiyo finally relaxed a little as she cautiously made her way to her table. “I assume that’s why Kinoko is on the bed?”  

“Just exhaustion from overused.” Izuku explained as he plucked off a mushroom from his thumb. “I would’ve used my Quirk on her, but I think it’s best that she rests naturally instead.”  

“I see.” Chiyo nodded. “How long until the whole.... you know, goes away?”  

“She said it only lasts for a couple of hours. I should be fine before school closes.” Izuku stood up and headed towards the door. “Might as well get some uses out of the time remaining.”  

“.... You’re going to prank the people at the staff room, aren’t you?” Chiyo squinted her eyes suspiciously.  

Izuku put a finger on his grinning lips before closing the door.  

The fall Yui was expecting never came as she felt an arm holding her by her waist before slowly positioning her into a seating position against the wall. Yui finally laid eyes on a set of green hair as he carefully studied her injuries.  

“Can you hear me talking?” He asked.  

Yui nodded.  

“That’s good.” He smiled warmly. “Can you feel any pain at your wound?”  

Yui nodded, wincing a little as the pain kicked in again.  

“My name is Midoriya Izuku. I can use my Quirk and ease the pain. It requires direct contact, so I do need to hold your hand. I can go and get Shuzenji-sensei if you’re uncomfortable with the idea.”  

“Mm?” Yui raised her eyebrows.  

“I breached that rule so much Recovery Girl already gave me permission to use my Quirk on school ground.” Izuku explained. “So no problem on my part.”  

Although uncomfortable with direct contact from another person, Yui decided to trust the nurse in front of her. With a confirmation nod from her, Izuku gently grabbed Yui’s hand and focused his Quirk on fixing up her wound. Slowly, the uncomfortableness Yui felt dissipated as the pain was replaced with the feeling of energization. Suddenly, the nurse released her hand and threw his back onto the wall next to her.  

“Mm?” Yui asked in concern at the sight of the nurse panting.  

“I’m fine.” Izuku chuckled tiredly. “It’s just a drawback. Speaking of, can I ask about your Quirk?”  

“Mm.” Yui nodded as she showed her palm.  

“Hey, touch-based Quirk gang.” Izuku grinned as he mimicked the action. “Are yours contact activated like mine?”  

“Mm.” Yui shook her head as she wiggled her fingers.  

“Ah, five fingers.” Izuku nodded in understanding. “What does it do?”  

Yui took out her phone and expanded it to the size of a laptop. Yui felt a sense of smug as she put her fingers on both hands together and shrunk the phone back to its original size as Izuku watched in amazement with admiration in his eyes.  

With his eyes still closing, Izuku let out a long stretch while yawning. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, Izuku sat up from the hospital bed.  

“Mm.”  

At the familiar voice, Izuku turned his eyes to his left and found Yui sitting there with her ever expressive face and a pack of tomatoes.  

“Kodai-san.” Izuku smiled. “Is the canteen loud today?”  

To his surprise, Yui shook her head and instead, she just pointed at Izuku before pointing back at the bed behind her.  

“Stay guard?” Izuku tilted his head. “On what?”  

At that question, the drape was pulled open, revealing an ashen-haired girl with a tiredness that could match Izuku.  

“Yui is here on a mission to prevent myself from being closer to you, my beloved.” Reiko explained. “Despite my insistence on just wanting to sleep on the same bed with you, Yui came with me to make sure I did not perform any.... unsafe for work actions.”  

“’Unsafe for work’?” Izuku repeated. “What do you mean?”  

“It means-”  

A tomato was shoved into Reiko’s mouth before she could say anything further. Reiko only shrugged in response before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.  

“Mm?” Yui asked.  

“Just some late-night talk with a friend from overseas.” Izuku explained before letting out another yawn.  

“Mm.”  

“I was sleeping. I woke up because-” Izuku defended himself before realizing. “I actually woke up because I heard your voice. Did you say something when I was asleep?”  

“Mm.”  

“.... Yeah, that was a dumb question.” Izuku scratched his head. “Want to have lunch together?”  

“MM!”  

“Here’s the doctor’s note.” Izuku handed Yui a piece of paper. “Please come here immediately if you feel anything weird.”  

Yui nodded as she accepted the piece of paper. She then slightly bowed before leaving the office, heading back to the practice site.  

On the way back, Yui blushed at the memory of her hand being held gently by Izuku. It did not help that the nurse’s plain yet kind face was exactly her type. Even better since he was a respectful and gentle person. He didn’t write off her silent demeanor as cold or rude. Instead, he communicated with her normally-  

Wait.  

He communicated with her normally. She didn’t say a word and he talked with her just as normally as anyone else.  

The realization hit Yui hard as she tried to hasten her steps, hoping no one would see her face being as red as a tomato.  

Ensuring that Reiko was now asleep, Yui closed the drape to her bed and returned to just watching Izuku sleep. She slowly leaned down, next to his ears.  

“I love you.”  

She whispered at the smallest, softest tone.  

She quickly sat straight back up as she noticed Izuku slightly twitched.  

She quietly swore to herself that the next time she says those three words, he would be awake and listen.  

Preferably without Emily listening in on them.  

“As much as I want to say no....” Chiyo sighed tiredly. “At the end of the day, it’s his decision.”  

“I understand.” Toshinori nodded. “Then I shall do it.”  

Chiyo gripped her cane tightly.  

“I will tell young Midoriya about [One for All].  

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Case file #16: Nezu  

“Dear Diary, there’s a phrase that I really like.  

‘You can’t make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s not a mistake. It’s a choice.’  

Ten years ago, the head of Hero Public Safety Commision made a mistake, threatening the wrong person which he paid dearly for it.  

If they’re really making the same choice again, I’m afraid they deserve it this time.”  

“I understand you wish to talk to Midoriya-kun about [One for All], Yagi-kun.” With his usual indifferent smile, Nezu looked down at the number One Hero, who was kneeling on the floor. “But I do not believe stalking the young man is the right way to go. Even Kayama-kun was weirded out by your actions.”  

Behind him, Chiyo and Sorahiko rubbing their own faces tiredly as they watched their old student being chewed out. The Heroic Foundation teacher only managed to nod as Nezu continued to speak.  

“Now, instead of stalking him before classes start, ongoing, and end, have you tried approaching him during his working hours with Shuzenji-san?” Nezu asked. “I believe she is more than understanding to give you both some privacy.”  

“I did try that.” Toshinori dejectedly answered. “But young Midoriya’s friends are always with him. It’s a different student everyday....”  

“This I can confirm.” Chiyo nodded, before she drove the sharp point of her cane onto Toshinori’s back. “But have some decorum, would you?! That’s my student you’re stalking there!”  

“Please stop calling it, ‘stalking’!” Toshinori pleaded. “It’s just difficult to ask the young man to speak privately with someone he doesn’t know!”  

“You’re the number One Hero, you blonde oaf!” Sorahiko kicked him on his back. “Your face is everywhere! It’s infuriating!”  

“Now, now, Shuzenji-san, Torino-san. I believe Yagi-kun has learned his lesson.” Nezu cackled as he was satisfied with the lecture. “Let me have a talk with the young man. It’s a good opportunity to get to know the possible holder of [One for All], after all!”  

“Nezu-sensei-”  

“I will not reveal [One for All].” Nezu addressed the issue before it was even brought up. “I believe that’s fit for the current holder. I’ll just have a quick chat with the young man before setting up a meeting for you, Yagi-kun. Does that sound good?”  

“Better than this one following him around!” Sorahiko grunted.  

“I agree with the Goblin.” Chiyo sighed.  

Toshinori nodded.  

“Excellent!” Nezu clapped his paws together. “I believe that concludes our meeting here! Good job, everyone!”  

‘He will make us millions!’  

‘I don’t give a shit about money! This thing will put our names in history books! Quirk Animal, man!’  

‘One with Intelligence Quirk and an extended lifespan...!’  

Nezu shook the memories away from his head as he once again gulped down the cup of coffee. The scar on his left eye itched. It always does whenever he has one of these awful nightmares....  

Awful memories.  

Setting down the cup of coffee with a growl, Nezu peaked out of the curtain. The sunlight immediately attacked his eyes. The realization that he had slept through the entire morning hit him as hard as the strength he used to pull the curtain closed.   

With yet another groan, Nezu slowly made his way towards his laptop. However, before he could comfortably settle on it, he could hear his doorbell ring.  

‘Ding!’  

Probably just some deliveries. Nezu opened his laptop and started typing.  

‘Ding! Ding!’  

Maybe it’s the HPSC with yet another proposal? That just makes it easier to ignore.  

‘Ding! Ding! Ding!’  

Those kids down the hallway are persistent today. Nezu thought he scared them off quite surely last week.  

‘Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!’  

Those CRC members are going aggressive today, huh? Maybe it’s best to get some blackmail’s materials on them after al-  

“NEZU! IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I’M GOING TO KICK IT DOWN!”  

Dagnabbit, it was someone worse. Closing his laptop, Nezu made his way towards the door and opened it calmly.  

“Shimura-san.” He slightly bowed. “What brings you to my humble abode?”  

“So you like Ultraman too?”  

“MM!”  

“Nonono, let me guess.... Ultraseven?” Izuku thought for a moment.  

“MM!”  

“I knew it!” Izuku snapped his finger. “That season was peak Ultraman.”  

“Mm...?” Yui poked her index fingers together.  

“Of course I’ll watch it with you, Kodai-san.” Izuku showed her a beaming smile. “When is good for you?”  

“Mm?”  

“If it’s Friday, I can probably ask for a projector to use in here. Otherwise, we’ll have to watch it on the computer which we might have to sit quite close together to wa-”  

“MM!”  

“Any day except for Friday? Got it.” Izuku nodded.  

Chiyo watched the conversation go on with absolute confusion. She shook herself off the shock and turned to her assistant.  

“Are you.... telepathic?” Chiyo asked.  

“Erm.... nope.” Izuku held his head for a few seconds before answering.  

“Then how the hell did.... she didn’t even.... what?!”  

“She talks fine.” Izuku tilted his head confusingly, an action Yui mimicked. “What are you talking about?”  

“I’m too sober for this....” Chiyo groaned. “Go home, Kodai. It’s getting late.”  

“Mm.” Yui crossed her arms.  

“No, you are not using that tac- Oh hey, I can understand you, after all.” Chiyo blinked in amazement. “Anyway, go home! It’s an order!”  

“She’s right, Kodai-san.” Izuku turned to Yui, who was tilting her head yet again. “I think I’ll leave in.... 15 minutes? Are you sure you want to wait.”  

“Mm.”  

“We’ll meet at the front gate, then. I need to talk to Shuzenji-sensei a bit and then I’ll pack up.”  

Yui gave him a thumbs up before exiting the room.  

“That girl’s a real mystery, huh?” Chiyo whistled.  

“I don’t see it, though.” Izuku scratched his head thinking. “She doesn’t talk but her body language conveys all her thoughts. She’s very expressive.”  

“Maybe we should just agree that you operate on a level that mere mortals like me couldn’t comprehend?” Chiyo declared. “We still need to address the notebook thing.” 
 

“What notebook thing?”  

“Later.” Chiyo interrupted. “You have a guest.”  

Before Izuku could voice his question, something.... or rather, someone dropped from the ceiling. The creature in the suit stood proud on the chair with a cheerful smile as he introduced himself.  

“Am I a dog, a mouse, a bear, or human? It’s me, U.A.’s one and only principal Nezu!” Nezu cheered.  

“Good afternoon, principal Nezu.” Izuku slight bowed. “Shuzenji-sensei said you want to speak with me?”  

“That is correct, Midoriya-kun!” Nezu cackled.  

“May I ask what it is about?”  

“Worry not, student of mine!” Nezu assured as he sat down on the chair and gestured Izuku to sit down on the one in front of him. At that cue, Chiyo quietly left the room. “I thought it is already past time I have a conversation with the school’s first nurse! How are you today, Midoriya-kun?”  

“There’s the exam incoming, so just dandy, I suppose.” Izuku shrugged as he brewed the tea. “But Shuzenji-sensei said I can help her with the Hero Course’s treatment so there’s that to look forward to.”  

“It's good that you are passionate about this job, Midoriya-kun.” Nezu nodded. “Would you prefer to continue this after you have transferred to the Hero Course?”  

Izuku froze in the middle of handing the cup of tea to Nezu. The chimera took it himself from Izuku’s hand.  

“You are here for a chance to transfer, after all.” Nezu continued. “And I believe you are more than qualified for that transfer!”  

“This is a bit.... sudden.” Izuku admitted.  

“I agree. But the end of the day, it’s your choice.” Nezu pointed out. “Let’s play out a scenario, then! Say I am giving you the transfer right now; Yes, or No, Midoriya-kun! If so, why?”  

“I.... I don’t know.” Izuku muttered. “I thought being a Hero was the fastest way to do it. But now.... doing this.... I just- it's different. I don’t have to hurt anyone while still helping others. I’ve only ever wanted to help people. Doctor or Hero.... it just doesn’t matter anymore.”  

“What about Shuzenji-san? She’s both.” Nezu studied Izuku’s expression. “There’s that route for you to pursue.”  

“But Shuzenji-sensei can fight. With or without her Quirk.” Izuku argued. “I would just be a.... liability. What good can healing one person bring when another one collapse?”  

“.... I understand. Then please, take all the time you need to consider your options.” Nezu conceded, reminding himself to have a talk with Nemuri and Chiyo. “I must apologies for dawning this on you so suddenly.”  

“No, please, it’s not.” Izuku chuckled sheepishly. “You just.... gave me a lot to think is all.”  

“That’s great to know, then!” Nezu clapped his paws together before jumping down from the chair. “I'm afraid I have taken enough out of your time today! I have someone who wishes to talk to you, and I believe he might be able to help you with your choices, if you would like?”  

“That’s fantastic, Nezu-sensei. Thank you.”  

“Great! Shuzenji-san will inform you about the details tomorrow! I believe Kodai-kun is waiting for you?”  

“Ah, right!” Izuku quickly grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. Before he closed the door, he turned to Nezu.  

“As for your first question.... I might be wrong, but you always give that honey badger vibe.”  

Nezu showed a swift shocked expression before it turned into a nostalgic smile.  

“You’re still alive? Good.” Nana firmly nodded as she welcomed herself inside. “Then I can personally kill you myself. You miss your first day at U.A.”  

“I start next week, Shimura.” Nezu sighed as he closed the door.  

“Teacher needs orientation too, Nezu!” Nana scoffed as she sat down on a chair. “I would’ve thought you’re doing this to get fired if I didn’t know you any better-”  

Nana then proceeded to slam a letter with the word ‘Resignation’ on Nezu’s table. The chimera took a look at it and just sighed.  

“-which I fucking did.” Nana glared at him. “Do I need to ask you to explain to me why?”  

“It doesn’t concern y-”  

“Don’t fucking use that on me.” Nana rolled her eyes. “ Why? ”  

“Because as I’ve told you multiple times before, I am not suitable to be a teacher!” Nezu snapped back at Nana. “In fact, I am the last.... thing on this planet suitable for that job! What good can intelligence do when the person giving it is so.... unhinged, Nana?! I don’t eat, I barely sleep! Every time I do, I was back at that.... place ...! The children aren’t safe around me, Nana! No. One. Does!”  

Nana stayed quiet throughout Nezu’s outburst. Even when he was done and gasping for breath, Nana stayed quiet as she gently guided him into a chair. She still stayed quiet as she held his palms in her hands, guiding his breath with her own.   

After Nezu had calmed down, Nana handed him a cup of water which the rat gratefully accepted. As Nezu slowly drank from the cup, Nana spoke in a soft, gentle tone.  

“You remember Kotaro’s birthday? The first time I took you to see my kids?”  

Nezu nodded.  

“Then you must remember how happy my daughter was when he played with you. Hell, you took over as her favorite uncle. Sorahiko was flabbergasted.” Nana chuckled as Nezu also smiled slightly. “That’s when I realized you should be a teacher. It’s just.... right.”  

“Nana, you know what happened to me.” Nezu mumbled. “How can I be sure they’ll be safe around me?”  

“Because I saw it when you were playing with them. Your smile.” Nana grinned. “A kind, soft and genuine one.”  

She then grabbed Nezu’s resignation letter and handed it to him.  

“I know you will be a great teacher, Nezu. Please, just give it a chance.” Nana pleaded. “The children need someone who’s been through darkness to guide them to the light.”  

Nezu shakily took the letter from Nana’s hand. He stared at it for a few minutes in silence. With a tired sigh, he rubbed his eyes blackened from losing sleep.  

And he tore the letter to pieces.  

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Case file #17: Yagi Toshinori a.k.a. All Might  

“Dear Diary, I think we’ve both knew that Yagi is an idiot.  

But at least he wasn’t dense! That blonde oaf at least knows when someone makes a move on him. This green.... goofball didn’t even know someone was proposing to him!”  

“Ummm.... whoops?” 

Inko winced as her eyes laid on Izuku sitting on a ladder with Izuku sitting on it with Himiko sitting on his shoulder. Judging from their constant blinking, Inko confirmed that she didn’t tell them she was coming home early. 

“Tell us you’re home because you forgot your key.” With a ‘Welcome!’ banner in her hands, Himiko pleaded. “Please?” 

“I don’t think lying straight to your face would set a good example, Himiko.” Inko admitted. 

“Holdup, Himiko-nee. Let’s look at this positively.” Izuku smugly smiled. “Mom is alone. We still have time-” 

“Detective Midoriya?”  

A familiar voice cut Izuku off as he stood up in a panic, forgetting where he was. With a surprise yelp, Himiko grabbed onto the wall as Izuku hugged her around her waist before the ladder collapsed. Inko watched attentively as her children hung onto each other from the ceiling. 

“Is this.... normal in your house?” 

Inko turned around and found Rei looking at the scene in shock. 

“They’re usually more.... gremlin than this.” Inko shrugged.  

“Shouldn’t we help them down?” Rei asked in concern. 

Inko only showed Rei a grin before turning back to her children. Rei watched in bewilderment as Izuku effortlessly dropped down on the ground and held his hands out, catching Himiko in a princess carry. 

“Good catch, Izu-chan!” Himiko giggled. “Onwards to helping Rei-san packs!” 
 

“I’m setting you down.” Izuku smiled sweetly. 

“-and Todoroki just blasted us straight to the shadow realm with his fire!”  

Mina groaned as Izuku lightheartedly giggled at her complaints.  

“Did you at least win the fight?” Izuku asked as he continued to write down answers to his homework.  

“It was a tie. Time out, you know?” Mina whistled with a pen in her mouth. “What’s your answer for this question, Midori?”  

“I went through that with you earlier, Ashido-san.” Izuku casually replied. “Three times.”  

“Studying is hard~.” Mina threw herself onto the pink beanbag behind her. She then watched Izuku’s focus expression for a while. Suddenly, an idea popped into Mina’s head as she sat up and crawled over to Izuku with a smirk.  

“Mi. Do. Ri.~.” Mina seductively called, making Izuku turn towards her.  

“What’s with that tone, Ashido-san?” Izuku innocently asked.  

“You know, I just put on a request to soundproof this room last week~.”  

“That reminds me. I should put in a similar request for Hatsume-san's room.” Izuku wondered. “A lot of 1-H have been asking for my help to rein her in on the weekends.”  

“A man and a woman, alone in a room~.” Mina whispered into his ears. “Who knows what’s going to happen in a closed room~?”  

“Oh?” Izuku quirked an eyebrow.  

“Got you!” Mina grinned. “See, no one can resist the good ol’ Mina’s char-”  

“You make a great point, Ashido-san.” Izuku cut Mina’s off. “We’re alone, in a soundproof room, with no one to interrupt us.”  

“Mi- Midori?” Mina nervously asked.  

“I suppose now would be a better time than ever. Especially with two of us here.” Izuku grinned as he leaned over Mina, whose face was turning from pink to scarlet red.  

Izuku then leaned in, his lips next to Mina’s ears. Mina suppressed a moan as Izuku’s soft breath attacked her ears.  

“Midori, if we’re going to do it, at least let me-”  

“Get out your math homework, Ashido-san. We’ve got work to do!”  

Immediately, Mina went straight for the door, attempting an escape.  

“Has Rei settled into your house?” Chiyo asked before she took a sip from the cup of tea in her hand. 

“Yep! But to be fair, she doesn’t have that much stuff to pack.” Izuku answered. “Mom had to drag her shopping yesterday.” 

“I surely hope her clothing choices aren’t as terrible as her son?” 

“I’ll have you know I have an amazing sense of fashion. You guys are just too behind time to understand them. Only Tokage-san gets me.” Izuku stuck out his tongue before he shrugged. “But then I would argue that this fashion sense is a ‘Midoriya’ kind of thing. Mom said my dad was the one who bought all my shirts when I was young.” 

“Personally, I would file that as child abuse but let’s not get carried away.” Chiyo deadpanned. “I believe I’ve never heard you mention your dad before?” 

“He and Mom divorced when I was.... 6 or something? Can’t remember.” Izuku shrugged. “It was a mutual decision since they both work too much. We still talk from time to time. He’s in America now, actually.” 

“Your mom didn’t change back to her maiden name after the divorce?” 

“She said it was, ‘not worth the paperwork’.” Izuku chuckled. “Akatani isn’t that good of a name, anyway.” 

“Your grandparents aren’t going to be happy hearing that....” Chiyo quirked an eyebrow. 

“They’ll forgive me. I’m their first grandchild.” Izuku grinned. “You tell me you don’t have a soft spot for Tokage-san?” 

“.... Well played, child.” Chiyo raised her hands in defeat. “Now go back to your afternoon classes and ready for that appointment you have.” 

After Izuku had waved her goodbye and disappeared behind the closed door, Chiyo’s expression changed to one of.... disappointment as she let out a tired sigh while rubbing her tired eyes. She opened the drawer under her table and picked up a picture frame from it. Holding it up high, Chiyo again looked at the photo she took with her best friend’s family and friends. Despite it being slowly more and more withered with time, Chiyo could still see a grumpy Sorahiko putting a teenage Toshinori in a headlock. On their left, was her younger self kneeling to hug an emerald haired girl while next to them was the girl’s older brother hiding behind his parents. 

“’Akatani’ and ‘Midoriya’, not ‘Shimura’.” Chiyo whispered to herself with her gaze fixed to the picture. “I knew that. I read the file.” 

Her wrinkled fingers touched the frame tenderly. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. Maybe it’s better this way....” 

Her fingers stopped as they traced to Nana’s face. Chiyo bit her lips, preventing them from shaking. She took a deep breath before putting the picture back into the drawer. With a heavy heart, she closed the drawer and turned back to her computer. 

Maybe it’s better that the boy and his mother weren’t a Shimura. 

She didn’t think she could afford to get attached again. 

“Have you ever thought about how small we are in this vast universe?” Laying on the bed, Izuku wondered. “No matter how impactful our actions are today or in the future, it will all but a blink in the near future?”  

“.... It’s still lunch, Izuku.” With the sandwich in her hand, Chiyo blinked. “Have you been drinking coffee again?”  

“Well, yes but that’s not important now.” Izuku abruptly replied. “I have opened my third eye, my sixth sense, Chiyo-sensei. This realm, among many others, is destined for invasion! Only kombat shall-”  

“Alright, let’s get you to bed, dear.” Chiyo closed the drapes. “I’ll inform Nemuri that you won’t be attending afternoon classes.”  

“I am fine, Chiyo-sensei.” Izuku insisted. “But I must inform this realm’s protector of the upcoming invasion. They must be prepared for-”  

“For combat. I know, I know.” Chiyo half-heartedly agreed with him as she typed on her phone. “We played that game yesterday, remember? At your house? With your mother and sister?”  

“You must be one of Earthrealm’s champion, then!” Izuku gasped.  

“Yes, I am. And the Netherrealm might have me when it earns me. Now go back to bed. I swear I’m banning anything caffein in this damn building.”  

“This is.... a lot of firepower in one room for career counseling....”  

Izuku nervously commented as he took a quick look around the room. Two couches sitting directly opposite each other, surrounding a coffee table. On one of the couches, a blond, dangerously malnutrition man was sitting between Sorahiko and Nezu. On the opposite couch, Chiyo signaled him to take a seat next to her.  

“It is career counseling, Midoriya-kun!” Nezu clarified as Izuku took a seat next to Chiyo. “This is just at a different scale, I suppose! I’ll leave it to Yagi-kun to give you the details!”  

“Okay.... then why are you, Torino-san and Shuzenji-sensei here?”  

“Because this is probably going to be the most outrageous story you’ve ever heard.” Nezu explained. “And it is going to be unbelievable. That’s why we are here to clarify any doubts or concerns you may have during and after.”  

Izuku hesitantly nodded in understanding. Seeing that, Toshinori took that as his sign to introduce himself.  

“I believe this is our second meetings, young Midoriya.” Toshinori spoke up. “My name is Yagi Toshinori. On paper, I am merely All Might’s private assistant-”  

“This is not our second meetings, though?” Izuku cut him off.  

“Excuse me?” Chiyo glared at Toshinori.  

“.... Is it not? My apologies, young Midoriya, but I only remember our first interaction, which was during the Sport Festival.”  

“Uh, no. I’m pretty sure we’ve talked plenty of times before.” Izuku showed a confused expression. “The USJ, that backyard incident with Togeike-san, occasional encounters in U.A.’s hallway, at the staff room sometimes- actually, what did you meant by ‘All Might’s private assistant’?”  

“I- I don’t believe I’m following, young Midoriya.” Toshinori looked over at Sorahiko and Chiyo, who were showing a similarly confused expression. Meanwhile, Nezu’s curious smile remained on his face.  

“I mean.... All Might is All Might’s private assistant? How does that even work? I mean, it could work if you do everything by yourself, which you absolutely could since you’re All Might. But why call yourself your own assistant? That’s just weird, isn’t it?” Izuku tilted his head. “Also, I just learnt All Might’s real name. Isn’t it supposed to be a huge secret? I’ve followed your entire career since debut, and this is the first time I’ve heard of it. Also, why do you look like you haven’t eaten anything since you’ve escaped being buried alive for a month?”  

Izuku’s rant was met with absolute bewilderment from the three adults in the room. Nezu’s curious smile turned into one of mischievous grin as he listened to Izuku’s discovery.  

“Shu- Shuzenji-sensei...!” Toshinori looked at Chiyo.  

“I- I assure you, Toshinori, that I did not say a single word about this to him...!” Chiyo replied, still trying to make sense of the situation.  

“Why is everyone looking so surprised?” Izuku asked Nezu. “They didn’t know?”  

“They do, Midoriya-kun. How you do is why they are in such state.” Nezu cackled as he offered Izuku a cup of tea. “Mind if I ask how you came to such a baffling conclusion? Did someone tell you?”  

“It’s.... very obvious, isn't it?” Izuku accepted the cup of tea. “Let’s put the similar eyes, hair color and hairstyle aside, anytime I meet him it’s always the same clothing. The way he speaks, and his voice is almost the same. Whenever I walk into the staff room, he’s in All Might’s seat. And even though his name is not on the staff roster, he seems to be very familiar with the rest of the staff. I just put two and two together.”  

“And I believe you haven’t told anyone about your discovery?”  

“I thought everybody knew....” Izuku mumbled. “It’s like telling them the sky is blue.... Like, what even is the point?”  

It took several minutes for the other three to recover from their shock and for Nezu to calm down from laughing his throat off. After a frantic process of ensuring Izuku wouldn’t tell anyone about this, Toshinori finally sat straight up and looked into Izuku’s eyes.  

“Young Midoriya, I heard you’ve been having troubles deciding which path you want to move forward in the future?”  

Izuku nodded. Toshinori asked again.  

“Why do you want to be a Hero or a doctor, then?”  

“I want to help.” Izuku looked at him with determination. “I understand that there are a lot of messed up things out there, and not everyone is willing to put themselves out there to solve it. Even if I’m the only one, even if the changes I could do is miniscule, I want to extend my hand, so that someone would have a chance to grab it.”  

Toshinori studied Izuku’s eyes for a few seconds before he himself broke into a smile. He saw Sorahiko showed an amused scoffed while Chiyo just nodded proudly.  

“Young Midoriya, what do you know about my Quirk?”  

“.... The media always theorized it as some types of strength enhancement.” Izuku squinted his eyes. “But you always deflected the question whenever it was brought up.”  

“My Quirk’s name, is [One for All].” Toshinori announced. “And I, am its Eight Holder.”  

“Eight Holder?” Izuku repeated. “You mean there are seven other people with a similar Quirk?”  

“Not similar.” Toshinori corrected. “Just one. There were 7 people who held onto this Quirk before me. And I want you, Midoriya Izuku, to be the Ninth Holder.”  

Taking in Izuku’s silence, Toshinori continued.  

“Allow me to paint you a clear story; one of two brothers, from the dawn of Quirks....”