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The UA entrance exam loomed large, a daunting obstacle between Izuku Midoriya and his dream of becoming a hero. Despite inheriting the power of One For All, Izuku knew he needed a unique edge to stand out among the countless other aspiring heroes. In the quiet hours of the night, he embarked on a secret training regimen, honing a skill that would surprise even the most seasoned heroes.

Izuku's weapon of choice was simple yet effective: a baseball bat for the exam. With each swing, Izuku channeled the raw energy of One For All into the bat, imbuing it with incredible force, and with his leadership, commanded the battlefield. This caught all the teachers' attention. The once-ordinary metal bat transformed into a weapon of immense power, capable of shattering stone and steel. He practiced tirelessly, mastering the art of striking with lethal accuracy, combining the finesse of a martial artist with the brute force of a superhero. The exam day arrived, and Izuku stood at the gate, his heart pounding with anticipation. As the gates opened, he charged into the fray, his baseball bat held high. The robots, once formidable foes, were no match for his newfound power. He sent the ain't robot flying down with a single, powerful swing, its metallic body crumpling under the impact.

His performance caught the attention of the examiners, including the enigmatic Eraser Head. Aizawa watched in surprise as Izuku effortlessly dispatched robot after robot, his movements fluid and precise.

As the exam drew to a close, Izuku had amassed an impressive score, far exceeding the expectations of everyone, including himself. His unique approach to combat as the practical part of the Entrance Exam begins, but as it nears the end, Izuku has been unable to dispatch any of the robots. Suddenly, a huge robot appears, and Izuku sees the same girl who helped him earlier trapped under the rubble. Izuku, mustering courage, decides to save the girl. Izuku jumps up to the robot and, for the first time, uses One For All and delivers a destructive punch to the huge robot, smashing it into pieces and shocking everyone. All Might, in his true form, who is in the crowd watching, smiles. After Izuku destroys Zero Point Robot and, having used One For All for the first time, begins feeling the aftershock of the Quirk, his legs and right arm are broken. Izuku considers using One For All to make a safe landing, but is unable to do so due to his battered limbs. The girl whom Izuku saved from the huge robot uses her Quirk to make him float, saving him as he lands on the ground, thinking of the exam. However, the practical test is declared over, much to Izuku's devastation, before he falls unconscious. The other participants comment on Izuku's Quirk, calling him incredible, as Tenya Ida notes Izuku's heroic act of saving the girl instead of running. Recovery Girl, U.A.'s nurse, heals Izuku's injuries.

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One week later, Izuku receives a letter that will reveal whether he made it into the U.A. or not. He opens the letter, which displays a screen with All Might on it. All Might apologizes to Izuku for not contacting him sooner. He then says that from now on, he is going to work at U.A.. All Might tells Izuku that he did fine on the written test and scored 250+ points on the practical test, which meant he passed and was a great leader on the battlefield, much to Izuku's happiness. However, All Might says,” But that is not all it “and then shows a video of the girl who saved Izuku, Ochaco, asking Present Mic if she could share her points with him because he saved her, much to his shock. All Might says that the judges were looking for more than just smashing robots; they were also looking for rescue points, of which Izuku scored 60 for saving Ochaco. All Might says that Izuku has passed, meaning he has been accepted, and U.A. will now be his Hero Academia, much to Izuku's joy.

After a celebration with his parents, Izuku drifted in and out of sleep, his dreams filled with the echoes of All Might's final words during the entrance exam and the spectral form of the woman calling herself Daisy. Her advice about One For All's stockpile quirk resonated with him. It offered a path toward mastering the quirk's immense power without succumbing to its recoil. Izuku awoke with renewed purpose as sunlight filtered through his curtains. He wasn't just going to train blindly anymore. He'd control One For All, not the other way around. And also note down everything that happened or will happen. According to him, the first step is building tolerance. But how? Izuku's eyes darted towards a faded anatomy poster hanging on his wall, a relic from his middle school days. An idea sparked in his mind.

One For All wasn't just raw power; it was a physical phenomenon that coursed through his body, it was a part of his body. By understanding his anatomy, he could target specific muscle groups to strengthen them in tandem with his quirk control.

• Core Muscles: One For All places immense stress on the core, so prioritizing abdominal and back muscles would be crucial. Exercises like planks and bridges would strengthen these areas.

• Limb Muscles: Deku would benefit from strengthening his leg muscles (quads, hamstrings, calves) for powerful jumps and improved shock absorption. Arm exercises (biceps, triceps, forearms) would enhance his punches and overall control.

• Secondary Muscles: Don't neglect smaller muscle groups that aid stability and movement. Rotator cuff exercises would improve shoulder stability, while neck and lower back exercises would promote overall balance.

With newfound determination, Izuku grabbed his notebook and began sketching. He listed down the major muscle groups: core, legs, arms, and even secondary groups like the rotator cuffs. Each would require tailored exercises to build the endurance needed to handle One For All. A surge of excitement coursed through him. This wasn't just blind training anymore; it was a strategic approach, a roadmap to wielding One For All's true potential. A smile stretched across Izuku's face as he shut his notebook and started his training routine. 

Izuku's two weeks before UA served as a pivotal time. Armed with Daisy's guidance and his anatomy poster, he embarked on a focused training regimen.

Each day began with a review of his targeted muscle groups. He meticulously planned exercises to strengthen his core, legs, arms, and even secondary stabilizers like the rotator cuffs. It wasn't just about raw power; it was about building a foundation to handle One For All's immense stress. Gone were the days of reckless training (not completely, though). Izuku adopted Daisy's suggestion, meticulously using One For All at a minuscule 1% throughout his entire body. It felt strange, almost underwhelming at first. But Izuku persevered, focusing on perfect control at this low output.

As the days passed, 1% became second nature. He gradually increased the percentage, pushing his limits but never compromising control. This newfound awareness of his anatomy proved invaluable. He could feel the quirk course through his strengthened muscles, and the feedback loop improved his control with each iteration.

The once-daunting prospect of UA was now a thrilling challenge. Izuku wasn't just physically prepared; he possessed a strategic understanding of One For All, unlike ever before. With a spring in his step and a fire in his eyes, Izuku awaited his first day at UA, ready to take his hero journey to the next level.

Izuku's dedication paid off. A week into his regimen, he noticed significantly improved control over One For All. Even at 1%, the quirk felt more natural, coursing through his strengthened muscles with minimal strain, and he started to feel less tired than usual. He thought, 'Looks like it is making me or reducing the stamina by OFA's energy, and also to support healing.'

After the first week

Exhausted but exhilarated, Izuku retreated to his room, the familiar Dreamspace washing over him. This time, amidst the usual faces, a new figure emerged – a kind-looking man with gentle eyes.

"You must be the ninth," the man said, his voice warm.

Izuku's breath hitched. "Y-Yorichi? The First One For All user?"

Yorichi smiled. "Indeed. I've been watching your progress, young Midoriya. You've grasped the essence of One For All's stockpile quirk remarkably well."

Izuku flushed. "It's thanks to your… predecessor's advice, sir. Daisy. She… uh…"

Understanding dawned on Yorichi's face. "Ah, yes. The manifestation of the quirk's transferability. A fascinating side effect."

He explained how Izuku's tolerance built through the week prepared him to explore this aspect. Using the transfer quirk wouldn't just empower others and refine Izuku's control, granting him faster reflexes and enhanced recovery, combined with a healing quirk.

The potential was immense. Izuku, however, felt a pang of caution. "But shouldn't I master it myself first, before…"

Yorichi chuckled. "Think of it as practice, young Midoriya. A way to hone your control in a real-world scenario. Besides, your body has taken quite a beating this week. A visit to a Recovery girl wouldn't hurt and before you go to sleep my quirk has the ability to borrow other peoples quirks."

Izuku's eyes widened. Recovery from injuries… that was the missing piece! A surge of gratitude washed over him. "Thank you, Yorichi! I'll head to the hospital first thing tomorrow and noted."

Izuku's ingenuity shone during his two-day recovery period. By using One For All at a constant 2% (he named it "Full Cowling"), he cleverly accelerated his healing time with Recovery Girl's quirk. This constant low-level activation, fueled by Recovery Girl's intervention, allowed him to safely maintain 5% without drawbacks.

Inspired by his childhood friend Bakugo's quirk, Izuku devised several "Full Cowling" modes:

Full Cowling Burst Mode: This temporary power increase mirrored Bakugo's explosions. Izuku could jump from 5% to 10% for a burst of power, then return to 5% to minimize damage.

Full Cowling Parallel Flow Mode: Inspired by the Full Cowling, Izuku activated it independently on his right and left sides, granting him superior mobility and refined control.

Basic Full Cowling: This core technique channeled One For All at a base level throughout his entire body.

Full Cowling Layering Mode: Izuku stacked multiple "Basic Full Cowling" percentages for enhanced defense. For instance, he could combine 2% Full Cowling with another 2% layer for amplified protection.

Full Cowling Rotating Core Mode: This advanced technique involved a separate, rotating "Basic Full Cowling" within his core, counteracting the main Full Cowling activation. If the main activation was clockwise, the core would rotate counterclockwise, and vice versa.

These innovative modes showcased Izuku's strategic mind and laid the foundation for his future hero prowess.

Combining all of the "Full Cowling" techniques would result in a powerful but potentially risky ultimate mode:

Unison Full Cowling Mode:

Core:  A constantly rotating "Basic Full Cowling" at a higher percentage (perhaps 3-4%) acts as the engine, providing stability and enhanced power distribution.

Body: The remaining limbs and torso are layered with varying percentages of "Full Cowling" based on the situation. Izuku might use 5% on his arms for offense, 3% on his legs for mobility, and 2% on his torso for defense.

Parallel Flow:  He activates "Full Cowling" independently on his right and left sides, further refining his movements and reacting to unexpected situations.

Burst Option: Izuku can momentarily engage "Full Cowling Burst Mode" within specific limbs, spiking their output for a powerful attack or maneuver (e.g., briefly switching a leg to 8% for a super jump).

This "Unison Full Cowling Mode" would be incredibly destructive, but the strain on Izuku's body would be immense. It would likely be a last resort option, usable only in dire situations. Mastering this technique would require even more rigorous training and a deep understanding of his limitations. Feeling a lot of work to do, and complete it before he needs to do overtime. He said," Let's do this. igot training with knuckleduster, Popstep and Soma." Big bro Koichi is on partoil 

Flashback 

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Quirk Apprehension Test: Eraser Head's Judgement

It is springtime and the first day of U.A.'s academic year. Izuku prepares to leave and is wished good luck by his mother. At U.A., Izuku walks to Class 1-A, hoping that Katsuki and the student wearing glasses aren't in his class, but his hopes are dashed when they are revealed to be there. The student wearing glasses introduces himself as Tenya and commends Izuku for understanding the true nature of the practical test, admitting that he is the better man. Relief washes over Izuku. Then, the girl whom Izuku saved enters the class, glad that he made it into U.A. Soon, a man enters and introduces himself as Shota Aizawa, stating that he will be their homeroom teacher. He instructs his students to put on their P.E. clothes and head to the P.E. grounds. He is no longer alone. With a newfound sense of partnership, he knows he can navigate the challenges ahead. The path to mastering One For All is no longer a solitary journey. He has taken the first step toward building trust with his teachers, a crucial element in unlocking the hero he is meant to be. Shota explains that they will have a Quirk Apprehension Test, which will evaluate their Quirks since they were unable to use them in middle school. After Katsuki uses his Quirk for a trial pitch, the students find it enjoyable. However, Shota doesn't seem pleased by their reactions and then establishes a new rule: the student who ranks last in total points will be deemed hopeless and immediately expelled, which shocks Izuku, but he is determined to finish it. The Quirk Apprehension Test begins with the students of Class 1-A competing in a series of tests, such as the 50-meter dash, Grip Strength Test, Standing Long Jump, Sustained Sideways Jump, and the final test, the Pitch. Izuku, or Izuku Midoriya, uses his Quirk, One For All 'Basic Full Cowling' at 5% for the entire test and reaches number 1 without injuring himself.

Katsuki is Outraged, and suddenly Katsuki ambushes them. Shota stops Katsuki. Shota stops Katsuki with his binding cloth.

All Might (who is secretly watching Izuku) is impressed with Izuku's solution. As Ochaco cheers for Izuku and Tenya comments on Izuku's finger, Katsuki is shocked and horrified at what happened, finding it impossible for Izuku to have a Quirk and get 1st place. Thinking that Izuku lied to him for all these years about not having a Quirk, an enraged Katsuki charges at Izuku, demanding that he explain himself, but Shota stops Katsuki using his Capturing Weapon.

After completing all the tests, Shota presents the results, and as he does, he reveals the expulsion rule was a lie and that it was a logical ruse to pull out their best performances, which shocks Izuku, Ochaco, and Tenya. Shota tells his students that their curriculum sheets are in the classroom and tells Izuku to go to Recovery Girl to have himself patched up.

The evening had painted the world in vibrant hues as Izuku stood nervously by the phone, clutching the receiver. A ringtone shattered the silence, and a familiar, booming voice filled the room.

"Young Midoriya! Congratulations on getting into U.A high school.!" All Might boomed, his usual cheer radiating through the phone.

Relief washed over Izuku. All Might's approval meant the world to him. They arranged to meet at Takoba Municipal Beach Park, the same place where All Might had entrusted him with One For All.

The park, once a battleground, now held a new significance. As Izuku stood before All Might, the skeletal figure radiating warmth despite his injuries, a wave of gratitude washed over him.

"Thanks to you, All Might," Izuku said, bowing deeply. "I'll keep working hard to master One For All."

All Might placed a hand on his shoulder. "Remember, young Midoriya," he said, his voice serious, "One For All is a powerful quirk, but it's also a demanding one. You'll need to constantly adapt and refine your control to unleash its true potential."

With a final word of encouragement, All Might bid farewell, leaving Izuku to ponder his cryptic words. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders, but it was a burden he was determined to carry.

The first day of the U.A. arrived, and Izuku, clad in his new uniform, felt a knot of nervous excitement in his stomach. His mother, her eyes filled with pride, sent him off with a warm goodbye.

Walking through the bustling halls of the U.A., Izuku couldn't help but glance at the classroom doors, hoping to avoid a familiar explosive blonde and a certain bespectacled know-it-all. His hopes were dashed when he reached Class 1-A.

As he entered, a voice startled him. "You're the one who understood the true meaning of the practical exam at the entrance exam. You're better than me for realizing that."

Izuku turned to see a boy with neat glasses extending his hand. "I'm Tenya Iida," the boy said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Relief mingled with surprise. Maybe hero school wouldn't be so bad after all. Just then, the girl with the gravity quirk, the one he'd saved during the entrance exam, entered the classroom. Her eyes widened in recognition, and a smile bloomed on her face.

Suddenly, a man with a tired expression and a strange scarf emerged from his sleeping bag. "Shota Aizawa," he introduced himself, "your homeroom teacher."

Their first task: changing into their gym uniforms. As they made their way to the P.E. Grounds, a flicker of apprehension coursed through Izuku. This was it – his first official test as a U.A. student.

Aizawa announced a "Quirk Apprehension Test," a chance for the students to unleash their quirks after a quirkless middle school experience. The initial tests – a sprint, a grip strength test, and a long jump – were a breeze with One For All's "Full Cowling" at 5% activation.

But then came the final test: the softball throw. Remembering Katsuki's explosive pitch during the entrance exam, Izuku knew he had to be strategic. He channeled “One For All” throughout his entire body, maintaining his 5% "Full Cowling" activation.

The result? A record-breaking throw that landed him in first place. But the victory was overshadowed by the fury in Katsuki's eyes. How could Izuku, the quirkless Izuku, have possibly achieved such a feat?

Just as Katsuki lunged towards Izuku, a binding cloth erupted from Aizawa's scarf, restraining him. All Might, a silent observer, watched with a hint of pride in his eyes. Izuku had passed his first test, not just of strength, but of strategy and control.

Aizawa revealed the expulsion threat to be a bluff, a ploy to push them beyond their limits. Relief washed over Izuku, but the day's events left a mark. He still had much to learn, not just about his quirk, but also about his classmates and the competitive spirit that burned within U.A. 's walls.

Aizawa said,” The journey has just begun.”

The revelation hung heavy in the air. Izuku, his voice barely a whisper, but loud in the courtyard, challenged Aizawa, "Sensei, I do remember that you expelled an entire class… specifically the last Class 1-A. They were supposed to be seniors this year."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. This information wasn't readily available; it was classified to protect the identities of the expelled students. How did this green-haired rookie know?

"That's true," Aizawa acknowledged, his voice low. "And how did you get that information, Midoriya?"

Izuku, emboldened by his curiosity, confessed, "I looked through U.A. High School's website and reviews before attending. I… I just wanted to know where I was going to be studying, what kind of environment it would be."

Aizawa's expression softened slightly. He could appreciate the boy's earnestness, his desire to be prepared. "Indeed," he said, "the hero course isn't for the boastful Midoriya. It's certainly not for those who believe bullying the weak is a good thing."

His gaze drifted towards Katsuki, who still simmered with rage, restrained by Aizawa's scarf. Aizawa continued, his voice laced with a quiet intensity, "This school weeds out those who lack the character to be true heroes. Last year's Class 1-A… they fell short."

The weight of Aizawa's words settled on Izuku. Expelling an entire class spoke volumes about U.A.'s commitment to excellence and the high standards expected of future heroes. Yet a disquieting thought flickered in his mind: what had led to the expulsion of a whole class? What kind of failures had they experienced? He stole a glance at his classmates. Tenya seemed earnest and focused, Uraraka—the gravity girl—radiated kindness, and even Katsuki, despite his anger, possessed an undeniable raw power. Were any of them capable of such a monumental failure? Aizawa, seeming to sense his thoughts, addressed the class again. "Let this be a lesson, everyone. U.A. demands not just strength but responsibility, empathy, and unwavering determination. Prove to me that you possess these qualities, and you will succeed. Fail to do so, and you will face the consequences."

Aizawa's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the high stakes involved. Izuku, his resolve hardening, gripped his fist. He wouldn't let the U.A. down. He wouldn't be another failure. He would master One For All, become a true hero, and live up to the legacy entrusted to him. he also said," Go back to class, I will be waiting there." After Shota walks away, All Might approaches him, calling him a liar and saying that he once expelled an entire class last year. All Might continues to say that he kicks kids out if they have "zero chances" and believes that he also felt Izuku's potential, which is why he didn't expel Izuku. Shota responds by saying that Izuku is above the "zero" mark, saying that he can expel anyone who drops below the zero mark at any time. Shota leaves, with All Might commenting that they will never get along.

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The bustling classroom of 1-A at U.A. High was a cacophony of nervous chatter and excited whispers.  Aizawa-sensei, his expression as perpetually weary as ever, stood at the front, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of his students.

"Alright, settle down," he drawled, his voice cutting through the noise. "Today, we are having class 1A’s homeroom with introductions since I didn't allow it to happen on the first day and the principal wants you to do the introductions.  Midoriya, come to the podium and start."

The person called out and walked onto the podium, revealing a young man with a mop of unruly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was slightly shorter than average, with a lean build. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, yet there was a hint of nervousness in his emerald eyes.  He stepped onto the classroom podium, a small, polite smile on his face.

"Um, hello everyone," he began, his voice clear and steady, though a slight tremor was noticeable. "My name is Izuku Midoriya.  It's a pleasure to meet you all." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I, uh, I have Asperger's Syndrome and I'm also recovering from a TBI."

A ripple of murmurs went through the class.  Izuku continued, his gaze sweeping over the curious faces.  "My… My IQ dropped a bit after the TBI, from 200 to 197.  It's…still adjusting." He gave a small, self-deprecating chuckle.

"Also," he added, "I have been Quirkless for over 10 years, and I got my Quirk relatively late.  Actually, just this year, during the entrance exam. I was 15,"  He shifted slightly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "It’s called One for All.  It… allows me to permanently copy or inherit other Quirks and… personalities.  The problem is," he admitted, "I can't control what it copies yet."

He paused again, taking another deep breath.  It was clear he was carefully choosing his words. "Besides hero training, I've also finished studying undergrad. I have three undergrad degrees. One in Quirk Analysis and Counseling, another in Support Item  Mechanics Engineering… and the third in Emergency Medical Technician."

A few eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "I… I became an EMT because… well, I believe that no one without a healing Quirk should be denied the chance to become a doctor.  Everyone deserves access to quality medical care."  His voice held a quiet passion.

He looked around the room, meeting the gaze of each student in turn.  "I know I'm a bit different," he said softly.  "But I'm really excited to be here and learn with all of you. I just… wanted to lay everything out on the table, if that's okay."  He finished with a gentle smile, a hint of relief in his eyes.

The class was silent for a moment, absorbing this information.  Then, a boisterous voice broke the quiet. Bakugo mind” damn it how ahead are you Deku “ and face palling that the guy he was bullying had autism and everything made nice now

"Wow! Three undergrad degrees already?!" Kirishima exclaimed, his grin wide and enthusiastic. "That's so manly!"

"And your Quirk sounds super powerful!" added Mina, her eyes sparkling with excitement.  "I can't wait to see it in action!"

Momo Yaoyorozu turned to him, her expression a mix of polite curiosity and genuine interest. "Midoriya-san," she began, her voice soft and measured, "you mentioned your Quirk, One for All, allows you to copy or inherit other Quirks. Does that mean you currently possess any other Quirks besides One for All?"

Izuku blinked, a flicker of nervousness crossing his face before he gave a small, reassuring smile. "That's a good question, Yaoyorozu-san. The truth is… I'm not entirely sure. One for All is still very new to me, and it's… unpredictable. It hasn't manifested any other Quirks yet, but it could at any moment. That's part of the challenge – and the danger – I'm learning to manage."

He tapped his fingers lightly on his desk, a habit he seemed to have when he was thinking deeply. "I've been trying to catalogue any changes, any new abilities, anything at all that might indicate another Quirk has been activated. So far… nothing concrete. It's like… waiting for a switch to flip, but I don't know where the switch is, or what it even looks like."

Momo nodded, her intelligent eyes reflecting understanding. "So, it's a matter of observation and… almost anticipation?"

"Exactly," Izuku replied. "It's like living with a dormant volcano. You know it could erupt, but you don't know when, or how powerful it will be. And in my case, I don't even know what will erupt." He chuckled lightly, a hint of self-deprecation in the sound. "It could be something incredibly powerful and useful, or it could be… well, something completely useless. Or even harmful."

He paused, his expression turning slightly more serious. "That's why I'm focusing so much on control. I need to learn how to manage One for All, how to predict it, if possible, and most importantly, how to prevent it from hurting anyone. Plus it forces me to think about battles which I like."

Momo considered his words, her brow furrowed slightly. "That must be incredibly challenging," she said softly. "To have such a powerful Quirk, but to have so little control over it."

"It is," Izuku admitted. "But I'm determined to master it. I want to be a hero, a real hero, and I won't let my Quirk, or my… limitations, hold me back, and i can give advice."

He met Momo’s gaze, his emerald eyes shining with unwavering resolve. "I know I have a lot to learn, but I'm ready to face any challenge. And I'm grateful to be here, with all of you, to learn and grow together."

Momo smiled warmly. "I have no doubt you will achieve your goals, Midoriya-san. Your determination is… inspiring." Ochako and the others nodded at that.

Aizawa-sensei, observing the interaction, gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.  "Alright," he said, breaking the spell.  "Midoriya, you can sit back in your chair.  And try not to break anything on your first day."

Izuku nodded, a smile spreading across his face.  "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei." Just then, Aizawa-sensei clapped his hands, drawing the class’s attention back to the front. “Alright, enough chit-chat. It’s time for your first training exercise…”

The tension in the room dissipated.

Flashback

Afterward, at UA High, Izuku's eyes determined glint shone in as he re-read his notes on One For All's potential and Sato or Soma Satoru, his best friend, grading him. The newly discovered techniques – Full Cowling and its variations – offered a path to control the immense quirk. But there was more he needed to do. He craved guidance, a way to share the burden of One For All's complexities with those who could help. The image of UA's teachers, particularly the ever-observant Eraserhead, flickered in his mind. Izuku knew he couldn't keep this a secret. The weight of One For All, the guidance from the vestiges, and the sheer responsibility it entailed demanded transparency. However, apprehension gnawed at him. How would they react to his unorthodox quirk manifestation? The memory of his childhood quirk doctor dismissing him as quirkless was still fresh. Izuku clenched his fist, a surge of defiance replacing his doubt. He wouldn't let that experience dictate his future. The next day, Izuku sought out Eraserhead after school. The stoic teacher's presence initially intimidated him, but Izuku steeled his nerves. "Excuse me, Eraserhead-sensei," he stammered, clutching his notebook. "May I speak with you… About One For All?"

Eraserhead's gaze sharpened. "One For All? You know about…" He stopped himself, his keen eyes scrutinizing Izuku.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku explained everything – the quirk's transfer, the voices he heard, and the struggles he faced with control. He hesitantly presented his notebook, the culmination of his research and experimentation.

Eraserhead flipped through the pages, his expression unreadable. The detailed analysis, the innovative techniques – it was all laid bare. Finally, he spoke, his voice gruff but laced with a hint of surprise. "This is… more than I anticipated. You've clearly been thinking."

Izuku flushed. "I-I just wanted to find a way to use One For All properly, without breaking myself.Also I wanted to be the council in this school so that I can help people control their Quirks."

Eraserhead studied him for a long moment. "You understand the risks involved? since the last counsellor was targeted and once was attacked for his information about the Heros."

Izuku nodded resolutely. "Yes, sir. But I also understand the potential risks. I want to be a hero, and I won't let it hold me back."

"Very well, Midoriya, don’t overwork yourself,," Eraserhead said. "We'll discuss this further. But for now, keep this information confidential. We need to approach this cautiously.The principle will talk to you about the job and questionings and you can start right way if you want since today no one will be there until the school starts you can have the interview now I know that rat will be waiting right now."

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UA High time before lunch, 'art and history' class with Midnight

The expulsion incident remained a puzzle, a shadow from the U.A.'s past. But for now, Izuku focused on the present – on his classmates, his teachers, and the challenges that awaited him on his path to becoming a hero.

The air crackled with tension as Katsuki's restraints were released. He stormed towards Izuku, his crimson eyes blazing. "Izuku," he growled, his voice tight with rage, "what the hell is this new trick? You lied to me all these years about being quirkless!"

Izuku, his face etched with a mix of weariness and defiance, met Katsuki's gaze head-on. "First of all, why do you even care if I have a quirk or not?" he countered, his voice surprisingly firm. "We haven't been friends since you were the one who made it clear why I shouldn't be."

A flicker of guilt flickered across Katsuki's explosive facade. "That's… beside the point!" he retorted, his voice cracking slightly. "You lied!"

Izuku sighed, a heavy weight lifted from his chest. "It wasn't a lie, Kacchan. I just… found out about myself recently. After the entrance exam, I woke up in the infirmary. Recovery Girl told me it was a dormant quirk, my body wasn't ready for it."

The anger in Katsuki's eyes softened a fraction, replaced by confusion. "Dormant?"

Izuku nodded, his voice low. "Remember that quirk doctor I went to when I was five? The one who saw my toe joint X-ray and told me to give up on being a hero? Turns out, he was a fraud. A mad scientist, actually. He abducted people with strong quirks to experiment on them. And guess what? He's on the run now."

Katsuki's jaw clenched tight. The revelation of the doctor's true nature resonated with him, a bitter twist to his childhood memories.

"So, tell me, Kacchan," Izuku continued, his voice gaining strength, "should I be happy or sad? All those years you bullied me, I saw a twisted form of joy in your face. It was like all your anxieties about not being the strongest were pushed onto me. I didn't even tell my own mother! I just wanted to see you happy, thinking that maybe my suffering would somehow bring you joy. Every day, bleeding, walking home, because I still believed you had a good side. But now, honestly, I don't care anymore."

His gaze held a steely glint that surprised even himself. "You want to feel superior? Fine, I'll show you superior until the Sports Festival. Remember that time I wanted to fight alongside you? Looks like you weren't interested. I'm going outside for some air."

With that, Izuku turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving a stunned silence in his wake. The entire Class 1-A, along with some curious students from Class 1-B, who had gathered outside the door, stood rooted in surprise. Even the usually stoic Midnight, their homeroom teacher, wore a look of shock on her face. Katsuki stood there, his fiery spirit momentarily extinguished. The truth of Izuku's words hung heavy in the air. Had he truly been so blind, so consumed by his critics that he'd pushed away the one person who believed in him? Shame flickered through him, a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. Izuku's defiance, his newfound strength, reverberated through the classroom. It was a turning point, not just for their relationship, but for the entire class. The weight of Izuku's secret had been lifted, replaced by a raw vulnerability that demanded a reckoning. The air crackled with unspoken emotions. The hero course, it seemed, wasn't just about physical strength, but also about facing one's inner demons and forging bonds that could withstand any challenge. And for Class 1-A, the journey had just begun. The news of Izuku's outburst and secret quirk spread like wildfire through the U.A. High School. Whispers echoed through the hallways, students buzzing with disbelief and intrigue. The image of the ever-timid Izuku, supposedly quirkless, challenging the explosive Bakugou with a powerful quirk of his own was a bombshell. In Class 1-A, the students grappled with the revelation. Tenya Iida, ever the diligent student council representative, frowned in concern. Had he misjudged Izuku all this time? Was his respect for him misplaced? Uraraka, the cheerful gravity girl, felt a pang of sympathy for Izuku. The bullying he endured, the weight of his hidden quirk – it painted a picture of a resilient spirit. Maybe his kindness wasn't just naivete, but a strength in itself. Shoto Todoroki, the enigmatic student with a half-cold, half-hot quirk, remained a mystery. His expression wasn't easy to decipher, but a flicker of curiosity played in his icy blue eyes. This sudden development added a new layer to the class dynamic, one that piqued his interest. The news reached the ears of Class 1-B as well. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, the sturdy steel-skinned student, chuckled, impressed by Izuku's hidden power. Juzo Honenuki, the sliding student, squirmed in his seat, a newfound awareness of Izuku's potential making him nervous. Meanwhile, in the secluded training grounds, Izuku pushed himself to the limit. The memory of his classmates' shocked faces fueled his determination. He wouldn't let his newfound power go to waste; he wouldn't let them down. All Might, disguised in his skinny form, observed Izuku from a distance. A mixture of pride and concern filled him. Izuku's outburst had surprised him, but his resolve to master One For All was commendable.

"You did well, young Midoriya," All Might said, his voice raspy. "Standing up to Bakugou… that took a lot of courage."

Izuku, panting from his exertions, looked up at his mentor. "There's no time for regrets," he said, his voice firm. "I have to master One For All, not just for myself, but for everyone who believes in me."

All Might smiled, a hint of his heroic spirit shining through his weakened form. "That's the right attitude, young Midoriya. Remember, One For All is more than just power; it's the responsibility to use it for good."

With renewed focus, Izuku launched into another set of training exercises. He practiced activating "Full Cowling" at varying percentages, his body screaming in protest, but his will unwavering. He experimented with his "Full Cowling" variations, testing their effectiveness and limitations.

The revelation of his quirk had shaken things up, not just within Class 1-A, but throughout U.A. Izuku, once seen as the underdog, was now a wildcard. The upcoming Sports Festival loomed large, a stage where Izuku could showcase his newfound abilities and rewrite his underdog narrative. The hero course, it seemed, was more than just physical training; it was a crucible for forging heroes, testing not just their strength but also their character. And Izuku, with his powerful quirk, his unwavering spirit, and the weight of expectations on his shoulders, was at the center of it all. The path to becoming a hero had taken an unexpected turn, but Izuku, fueled by determination and a newfound sense of purpose, was ready to embrace it.

Then the other vestige of OFA, specifically the second and third users of OFA, decided to appear and congratulate him on overcoming his hurdle. The second name Kudo starts saying that he didn't believe him at first since he was the leader of a fleet whose comrades died on the battlefield against the first supervillain named All for One during the Pre quirk era also the third user is his and his name is Bruce". Bruce said" we have decided to give your meta abilities or your generation called quirk. My quirk is Fa Jin. Fa Jin allows the user to build up kinetic energy by performing repetitive movements, emitting red-colored glowing energy, and storing it for later use. When the user chooses to release the energy, they gain an explosive burst of speed and power. The user can use the energy with any part of their body. The user can choose to use only some of the stored energy at a time, allowing them to achieve multiple bursts of speed and power."

The news of Izuku's outburst and secret quirk spread like wildfire through the U.A. High School. Whispers echoed through the hallways, students buzzing with disbelief and intrigue. The image of the ever-timid Izuku, supposedly quirkless, challenging the explosive Bakugou with a powerful quirk of his own was a bombshell.

In Class 1-A, the students grappled with the revelation. Tenya Iida, ever the diligent student council representative, frowned in concern. Had he misjudged Izuku all this time? Was his respect for him misplaced?

Uraraka, the cheerful gravity girl, felt a pang of sympathy for Izuku. The bullying he endured, the weight of his hidden quirk – it painted a picture of a resilient spirit. Maybe his kindness wasn't just naivete, but a strength in itself.

Shoto Todoroki, the enigmatic student with a half-cold, half-hot quirk, remained a mystery. His expression wasn't easy to decipher, but a flicker of curiosity played in his icy blue eyes. This sudden development added a new layer to the class dynamic, one that piqued his interest.

News reached the ears of Class 1-B as well. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, the sturdy steel-skinned student, chuckled, impressed by Izuku's hidden power. Juzo Honenuki, the sliding student, squirmed in his seat, a newfound awareness of Izuku's potential making him nervous.

Meanwhile, in the secluded training grounds, Izuku pushed himself to the limit. The memory of his classmates' shocked faces fueled his determination. He wouldn't let his newfound power go to waste; he wouldn't let them down.

All Might, disguised in his skinny form, observed Izuku from a distance. A mixture of pride and concern filled him. Izuku's outburst had surprised him, but his resolve to master One For All was commendable.

"You did well, young Midoriya," All Might said, his voice raspy. "Standing up to Bakugou… that took a lot of courage."

Izuku, panting from his exertions, looked up at his mentor. "There's no time for regrets," he said, his voice firm. "I have to master One For All, not just for myself, but for everyone who believes in me."

All Might smiled, a hint of his heroic spirit shining through his weakened form. "That's the right attitude, young Midoriya. Remember, One For All is more than just power; it's the responsibility to use it for good and most importedly takecare yourself as well."

With renewed focus, Izuku launched into another set of training exercises. He practiced activating "Full Cowling" at varying percentages, his body screaming in protest, but his will unwavering. He experimented with his "Full Cowling" variations, testing their effectiveness and limitations.

The news of Izuku's quirk sent shockwaves through the U.A., leaving everyone to grapple with this unexpected revelation. Class 1-A students, like Iida and Uraraka, were forced to re-evaluate their perceptions of Izuku. Even the enigmatic Todoroki couldn't hide his curiosity. In Class 1-B, Tetsutetsu expressed amusement at Izuku's hidden power, while Juzo felt a newfound sense of unease.

Meanwhile, Izuku channeled his classmates' surprised reactions into motivation. He trained relentlessly in the secluded area, fueled by his desire to master One For All and prove himself worthy of those who believed in him. All Might, though concerned about Izuku's outburst, acknowledged his determination and instilled in him the hero's responsibility that came with wielding such power.

Izuku's newfound power transformed him from an underdog to a wild card. The upcoming Sports Festival presented a perfect opportunity to showcase his abilities and redefine his image at U.A. As Izuku embarked on this journey, he realized that the hero course wasn't just about physical prowess; it was about forging true heroes, those who could overcome challenges and inspire hope. With his powerful quirk, unwavering spirit, and the weight of expectations, Izuku stood at the center of it all. He was ready to embrace this unexpected turn of events and carve his path to becoming a hero.

In the Vestige world

Deep within the recesses of One For All, Izuku found himself face-to-face with translucent figures – the spirits of the past users. The Second, a man with a determined expression, spoke first, his voice echoing through the mindscape. (The past users, there is no point in arguing, and all for one is dead as far as they know.)

"Izuku Midoriya," he began, a hint of gruff respect in his tone. "You did well holding your own against Bakugou. Took a lot of guts."

Izuku, ever the respectful student, bowed his head. "Thank you, sir! I won't let you down." 

The Third, a kind-looking man with gentle eyes, chuckled warmly. "We've been watching you, young man. You've grown so much."

"But there's room for more growth, isn't there?" The Second cut in, his tone serious. "That's why I'm bestowing my power upon you. But heed my warning – it's a double-edged sword."

A surge of energy, foreign yet familiar, coursed through Izuku. He felt a surge of power, unlike anything he'd experienced before.

"My Quirk," the Second continued, "is called Gearshift. It allows you to alter the momentum of objects in motion, essentially defying the laws of physics. But this power comes at a cost. The strain on your body will be immense. Use it only as a last resort. Unless you find another way of using it."

The Third placed a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder. "And I offer you Fa Jin," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "It grants you the ability to store kinetic energy, releasing it later in a burst of incredible speed and strength. It's a powerful tool, young Midoriya, use it wisely."

Izuku, overwhelmed with newfound abilities and the weight of responsibility, could only nod in determination. He knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, but with the guidance of the past and his unwavering spirit, he was ready to face any challenge.

Just as Izuku began to grasp the immensity of his newfound power, a fourth translucent figure materialized within One For All. This one, cloaked in a shadowy aura, had an intense gaze that seemed to pierce Izuku's soul.

"Shinomori," the Second, introduced a hint of respect in his voice. "Seems we agree on something for once."

The newcomer, Hikage Shinomori, the fourth user, spoke with a gruff urgency. "Indeed. I sense danger brewing, young Midoriya. That's why I'm bestowing my Quirk upon you – Danger Sense."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity sparking within him. "Danger Sense?"

"It allows you to preempt threats," Shinomori explained. "You'll get a premonition when someone harbors malicious intent, specifically the intent to kill. However, there's a catch." His voice turned grave. "It can be overwhelming. I used to be plagued by constant anxiety due to the barrage of negative emotions."

A wave of understanding washed over Izuku. He remembered All Might mentioning the burden of the past users. Did Shinomori succumb to the constant vigilance?

Sensing Izuku's thoughts, Shinomori offered a wry smile. "Don't worry, young one. With your progress in mastering One For All, the strain will be minimal. Once you can consistently control the output at 5%, you'll be able to regulate the Danger Sense as well. No more debilitating anxiety attacks."

Then Izuku stated, guessing the quirks of the previous users' quirks( blackwhip, shockscreen, and float) and surprisingly found out that Allmight or Toshi (like Nana used to call him) had a giantification and super hearing( is still merging with 'danger sense' to form 'heightened danger sense')

Hope bloomed in Izuku's chest. Not only was he receiving a powerful new tool, but also a solution to the potential drawback. "Thank you! I promise to use it responsibly."

Chapter Text

Izuku walked with a groan, his muscles screaming in protest after his intense training session. The dream, a vivid encounter with the past users of One For All, felt oddly real.  He stretched gingerly, the soreness a familiar reminder of his progress. ‘Well, Time to go home’and senses someone near by,’ Plan rescue himiko has begun.  

The flickering neon sign of the convenience store cast long shadows across the alleyway as Himiko trailed Izuku. Her heart fluttered with a twisted anticipation. The boy's earlier offering, a small cut on his hand willingly presented, had been intoxicating. Not just the metallic tang of the blood, but the strange, almost eager look in his emerald eyes. It was a curiosity she hadn't encountered before.

Since then, she'd been a shadow, flitting in and out of his awareness, a silent promise of a more substantial taste. She'd learned his routine, the worn path he took home from school, the quiet hours he spent in his small apartment. Tonight felt right. The moon was a sliver in the inky sky, and the street was deserted.

She crept closer to his building, a dilapidated apartment complex on the edge of town. Her usual giddy excitement was tempered with a knot of something unfamiliar – a hesitant anticipation. She imagined the surprise on his face when she finally made her move, the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of claiming what she craved.

Reaching his floor, she located his apartment door. It looked flimsy, the wood was scarred, and the lock appeared cheap. Perfect. She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the small knife she always carried.

But then she noticed something odd. The door wasn't fully closed. A sliver of light spilled out from the gap. Frowning, Himiko pushed it open gently. It swung inward with a soft creak, completely unlatched.

Confusion warred with her predatory instincts. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Where was the challenge? Where was the fear?

She stepped inside cautiously, her senses on high alert. The apartment was small and cluttered, filled with notebooks and hero merchandise. And then she saw it.

Tacked to the far wall, in large, uneven letters cut out from what looked like magazine pages, was a huge sign: "WELCOME!"

Himiko froze, her knife still clutched in her pocket. Her wide, golden eyes scanned the room, taking in the unlocked windows, the slightly ajar bathroom door. A sense of utter bewilderment washed over her, eclipsing the bloodlust that had been driving her.

This wasn't the reaction she had anticipated. There was no fear, no struggle, no resistance. Instead, there was… an invitation?

Her mind struggled to process this unexpected turn. Was this a trap? Was he playing some kind of game? Or was there something else entirely going on in the mind of this strange, unassuming boy who had willingly offered her his blood?

A nervous giggle escaped her lips, a sound that held more confusion than malice. This was far more bizarre, and in a twisted way, far more intriguing than she could have ever imagined. What kind of person welcomed their stalker? And what did this strange invitation mean for her dark desires?

"Hey! Are you alright?" Concern laced his voice.

The girl, Himiko Toga by name, Izuku would later discover, flinched at his approach. Her eyes, dilated and slit like a cat's, darted around wildly. Izuku noticed a glint of something metallic in her hand – a knife.

"S-stay back," she stammered, her voice ragged. "I don't want to hurt you."

Izuku held up his hands placatingly. "Whoa there, calm down. I just wanted to see if you were okay. You look hurt."

Toga's grip on the knife tightened, her breaths coming in shallow pants. Izuku recognized the look of fear and desperation in her eyes. It was the same look he used to wear, the look of someone perpetually on the edge. Himiko's wide, golden eyes darted between Satoru and the doorway, a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion swirling within her. "Sato? But… I saw… the blood…" Her voice trailed off, the memory of her violent act against the hulking student feeling suddenly distant and unreal.

Satoru lumbered into the apartment, his usual gentle demeanor tinged with a hint of weariness. "Took you long enough to figure it out, Himi. We were starting to think you'd given up." He gestured around the cluttered room. "Nice welcome sign, by the way. Inko's idea."

Himiko's gaze snapped back to the sign, then to the unlocked windows, the open bathroom door. It was a meticulously crafted invitation, a bizarre stage play designed just for her.

"But… the blood…" she repeated, her brow furrowed in genuine bewilderment.

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Artificial blood, Himi. A little trick we learned from one of the support course kids. Smells real, looks real, but no actual harm done. I'm tougher than I look, remember? My Quirk isn't just about making things sweet." He flexed a bicep that looked like it could stop a small car.

Suddenly, Inko Midoriya stepped out from the hallway, a soft smile gracing her lips. "We wanted to surprise you, Himiko-chan. Izuku… well, he has his own unique ways of showing he cares. And we didn't know how else to… reach you."

Himiko's eyes widened further, her usual manic energy replaced by a stunned silence. "Reach me?"

Satoru nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, Himi. We know things haven't been easy for you. Izuku told us… about your parents."

A dark cloud seemed to pass over Himiko's face, the earlier confusion momentarily overshadowed by a familiar pain.

As if on cue, Inko stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "And you don't have to run anymore, Himiko-chan. Your parents… they lost their case in court. There was substantial evidence of child endangerment and neglect. They're in custody now."

The words hung in the air, heavy with a finality that Himiko hadn't dared to imagine. The constant fear of being dragged back, the gnawing anxiety that had been her constant companion, suddenly felt… lighter.

She looked from Satoru's sturdy presence to Inko's warm, empathetic gaze, and finally to the welcoming sign on the wall. It was a bizarre, unsettling welcome, orchestrated by the strange boy who seemed to crave her attention just as much as she craved his blood. But beneath the unsettling surface, a fragile seed of something new began to sprout. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a trap. Maybe, in this strange, chaotic way, they were offering her a different kind of embrace. The hunt was over. But what came next? The answer remained a terrifying and exhilarating unknown as she passed out. Satoru says," She passed out!"

"I can call for help," he said gently, taking a cautious step forward. "An ambulance" and calling for an ambulance

The sterile scent of disinfectant filled Izuku's nose as he sat by Toga's bedside in the hospital waiting room. Thankfully, the ambulance he called arrived promptly, and Toga received treatment for her wounds.

He stole a glance at her, a cast now wrapped around her arm. She seemed to be asleep, her breaths shallow and uneven. Despite her injuries and unsettling demeanor, Izuku couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. There was a vulnerability beneath the surface, a darkness that mirrored his past struggles.

The image of his classmates – Uraraka's kindness, Iida's determination – flashed in his mind. They had believed in him, even when he was quirkless and powerless. Maybe, he thought, Toga deserved a chance too. Just then, the police officer who had taken her statement entered the room. He looked at Izuku with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Satoru was on guard.

At the hospital

"You the one who found her?" the officer inquired, his voice gruff.

Izuku nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I saw her… well, she looked like she needed help."

The officer scrutinized him for a moment before sighing. "Look, kid. This Toga… she's not exactly a saint. You better stay away from her kind of people."

Izuku felt a spark of defiance ignite within him. "Maybe not," he countered, his voice surprisingly firm. "But everyone deserves a second chance, right?"

The officer raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Before he could respond, a voice slurred from the bed.

"Second chance, huh? Sounds nice."Toga's eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glint returning to them despite her injuries.

Izuku said'' if you don't want to take sir then I am going to take her home because I was treating her like trash just because existing so whether you like it or not, my mother is going to take custody of her" Himiko feeling gratitude and decided to agree on since it is her life her wish.

Izuku's words hung heavy in the air. The police officer, clearly taken aback by Izuku's sudden defiance, sputtered for a moment. "Kid, you can't just..."

Izuku cut him off, his voice firm but respectful. "With all due respect, sir, she's clearly injured and needs someone to care for her. If you have nowhere else to send her, I know my mom would be happy to take her in until she gets back on her feet." He glanced at Toga, a flicker of hope sparking in his eyes. "What do you say, Toga? Are you up for it?"

Toga, surprised by Izuku's unexpected offer, met his gaze. The defiance in his face mirrored something she felt deep within herself – a desire for control over her own life.  Here was a strange boy, someone who saw beyond her injuries and the unsettling aura she projected. He saw someone who needed help, someone who deserved a chance.

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of Toga's lips. This wouldn't be some cushy stay with a hero family, of that she was certain. But for the first time in a long time, she had a choice. A chance to rewrite the narrative, even if it was just a page at a time.

"Yeah," she said, her voice raspy but clear. "Sounds good to me."

The police officer, defeated by the unexpected turn of events, simply sighed and grumbled about paperwork. As Izuku helped Toga, still wobbly from her injuries, out of the hospital, a sense of unease gnawed at him. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but with a determined look at Toga, he knew he wouldn't abandon her.

The walk back to the dorms was filled with an awkward silence. Toga, still sporting a bandage on her arm, cast curious glances at Izuku. He, for his part, struggled to find the right words. Finally, he blurted out, "Look, I know you might not be… the most trustworthy person."

Toga scoffed, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Trustworthy? Maybe not your cup of tea, hero boy."

Izuku winced at the nickname but pressed on. "But everyone deserves a chance. Maybe you can use this as a fresh start, a chance to be… something more."

Toga stopped walking, her gaze fixed on the setting sun. Was she a villain? A monster, as everyone seemed to believe? Perhaps, but beneath the bloodlust and twisted sense of affection, a flicker of doubt flickered within her. Could she be something more?

"We'll see," she said finally, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "We'll see."

As they reached the dorms, Izuku knew this unexpected encounter had just thrown a major curveball into his already challenging life.  But with the weight of One For All on his back and a newfound determination to help Toga, he was ready to face whatever came next.  This wouldn't be a simple act of charity, it would be a delicate dance – a test of his strength, courage, and the potential for redemption that resided within all, even the most unlikely individuals.

Izuku's statement about his mother being a lawyer added another layer of complexity to the situation. The police officer, clearly frustrated by the turn of events, could only grumble about procedure and paperwork.

"Fine," he muttered, shoving some forms into Izuku's hand. "Just make sure all this custody stuff is done by the book. Your mom's a lawyer, you said? Good. She'll need to handle this."

Izuku accepted the papers with a determined nod. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but he wouldn't back down now.

As they walked out of the hospital, Toga shot Izuku a curious glance. This strange boy, with his unwavering determination and a lawyer for a mom, was unlike anyone she'd ever met.  Perhaps this turn of events wasn't such a bad thing after all.

The walk back to the dorms was shrouded in an uneasy silence. Toga, her arm still bandaged, stole glances at Izuku's profile.  He seemed to be deep in thought, no doubt grappling with the implications of his decision.

Finally, Izuku broke the silence. "Look, Toga," he began, his voice sincere, "I know you might have a...complicated past. But my mom can help with the paperwork.  This could be a chance for a fresh start, away from whatever trouble you were in."

Toga scoffed, a hint of amusement flickering in her crimson eyes. "A fresh start with a hero in training? Sounds… interesting."

Izuku, ever the optimist, pressed on. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Toga. Maybe this is yours."

Toga stopped walking, her gaze fixed on the horizon.  Was this truly a chance for redemption?  A sliver of doubt pierced through her usual bravado.  Could there be more to her than just violence and a twisted sense of love?

"We'll see, hero boy," she said finally, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We'll see."

The walk back to the dorms was a blur for Izuku. His mind raced with questions and anxieties. How would his classmates react to a potentially dangerous girl living under their roof? More importantly, how would his mother handle the situation? And why does her name soundfamiliarr

Reaching their apartment, Izuku steeled his nerves and unlocked the door. The warm aroma of freshly baked cookies greeted him, a familiar comfort in the face of uncertainty.

"Izuzu, you're back early! How was the hos—" Inko Midoriya's voice cut short as her eyes landed on Toga, who stood awkwardly behind Izuku, her arm in a sling.

Izuku winced, anticipating a wave of questions and maybe even disapproval. But to his surprise, his mother's expression softened with concern.

"Is she alright, Izuku?" Inko asked gently, her gaze fixed on Toga's injuries.

Izuku took a deep breath and launched into an explanation. He recounted finding Toga in the alleyway, her bruised and battered state, and his impulsive decision to offer her a temporary home.

Inko listened patiently, her brow furrowed in thought. When Izuku finished, she surprised him again by turning to Toga with a warm smile.

"Well, dear, you certainly look like you could use a good meal and a place to rest," Inko said kindly. "Come in, come in. I just baked some cookies."

Toga, hesitant at first, slowly stepped into the apartment, her eyes widening slightly at the unexpected hospitality. Izuku watched in fascination as his mother bustled around the kitchen, setting the table and placing a plate piled high with cookies in front of Toga.

"So, tell me," Inko continued, her voice laced with a lawyer's keen observation skills, "what happened to you, Toga?"

Toga's eyes flickered with apprehension, but something about Inko's genuine warmth put her at ease. She mumbled a vague explanation about a fight gone wrong, leaving out the more unsettling details.

Inko, however, seemed to pick up on the unspoken words. Her gaze held a knowing glint as she spoke. "You know, Izuku," she said, her voice directed at her son but meant for Toga as well, "sometimes good people end up on the wrong path. It doesn't mean they can't find their way back."

Izuku stared at his mother, a wave of admiration washing over him. Her intuition, honed by years of legal experience, had seen right through Toga's tough exterior. Inko wasn't naive, but she believed in the potential for good within everyone.

"That's exactly what I thought, Mom," Izuku said, his voice filled with newfound hope. "Maybe with some support, Toga can…"

"Become a hero?" Inko finished his sentence with a knowing smile.

Izuku flushed. "Well, maybe not a hero exactly, but…"

Inko chuckled, placing a hand on her son's shoulder. "There are many ways to do good, Izuku. Not everyone has to wear a cape. Sometimes, all it takes is a helping hand and a chance to believe in a better future."

Her words resonated with Izuku. He remembered his quirklessness and how All Might had seen the potential within him. Now, he understood. Helping Toga wasn't just about offering her a roof; it was about offering her a chance to become a better version of herself.

Toga, who had been listening intently, finally spoke. "A chance, huh?" she said, her voice barely a whisper. The vulnerability in her tone was a stark contrast to her usual bravado.

Izuku met her gaze, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. "Yeah, Toga. A chance."

At that moment, under the watchful gaze of his mother, Izuku knew he had made a decision. He would help Toga, not because he was naive, but because he believed in the power of second chances, and because his mother, with her unwavering faith in humanity, had shown him the way. The path wouldn't be easy, but with his newfound resolve and the support of his mother, Izuku was ready to face this unexpected challenge head-on.

A wave of fluster overwhelmed Izuku as Toga, emboldened by the warm atmosphere, blurted out her proposition. "Be your wife? Sounds fun!" she chirped, a playful glint in her crimson eyes. "But seriously, this hero school you go to sounds interesting. Maybe I could enroll there too?"

The unexpectedness of it all sent a jolt through Izuku, causing him to see stars for a brief moment. When his vision cleared, he stammered, "S-school? Sure, maybe! But, uh, I have to warn you, UA isn't exactly a walk in the park. Plus, I'm still dealing with my own stuff, you know, with One For All and…"

Izuku trailed off, his cheeks burning. He couldn't forget Urarak; her kindness and unwavering support had left a mark on him.

As if reading his mind, Toga leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't worry about a thing, 'dear,'" she teased, using the pet name in a way that sent shivers down Izuku's spine. "That other girl, the one with the brown hair and sunshine smile, right? I understand. Besides," she added with a wink, "I'm bisexual too."

Izuku's hand flew to his face in a classic facepalm. This situation was turning more complex by the minute. Yet, an undeniable intrigue flickered within him. Toga was unpredictable, a wild card, but there was a strange allure to her.

"How did you know about Uraraka?" Izuku finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Toga's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Like I said, dear, some things are easy to pick up on. Besides, isn't that the beauty of it all? This little… situation of ours. It'll be interesting, wouldn't you say?"

Izuku couldn't help but agree. His life, once focused on hero training and mastering One For All, had taken a sharp turn. Now, he found himself tangled in a web of emotions – concern for Toga, lingering feelings for Uraraka, and a spark of something new for the enigmatic girl beside him. As he looked at Toga, a determined glint mirroring his own in her crimson eyes, Izuku knew one thing for certain: his journey to becoming a hero had become far more complicated, but perhaps, more exciting than ever before.

Himiko said'' I can help her by transforming into her. Tell you what my power is. Transform allows me to shape-shift to anyone, just with some of their blood is also the reason why my parents kicked me out of the house, but I left that can help you."

Izuku blinked, processing Toga's revelation. A quirk that allowed her to shapeshift into anyone she had a blood sample of? It was a powerful and unsettling quirk, but Toga's offer intrigued him.

"Transform?" he echoed, his voice cautious. "So you could… become Uraraka?"

Toga nodded with a playful glint in her eyes. "Yep. Not just her appearance, but her voice, her mannerisms. I could even spar with you as her, help you train your reflexes against someone you know."

He had to admit, it was a tempting offer. Training against Uraraka could be incredibly beneficial, yet a nagging doubt remained. Toga's quirk was a double-edged sword. It could be used for good, like helping him train, but its potential for misuse was undeniable.

"And your parents…" Izuku began, his voice gentle. "They kicked you out because of your quirk?"

Toga's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing her features. "Yeah, more like i runaway but" she mumbled, her gaze drifting away. "They didn't understand me whating to be me."

Izuku felt a pang of sympathy for her. He, too, knew what it was like to be ostracized for being different.

"But your quirk can be used for good, Toga," he said earnestly. "Helping me train, maybe even becoming a hero yourself. It's all about how you choose to use it."

Toga met his gaze, a spark of hope igniting in her crimson eyes. The idea of being a hero, of using her quirk for good, was a new one. Perhaps there was more to her than just violence and chaos.

"A hero, huh?" she mused, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe that doesn't sound so bad."

A cautious optimism bloomed in Izuku's chest. Maybe, just maybe, they could navigate this complex situation together. He still had Uraraka to consider, and the ethical implications of Toga's quirk were far from simple.

"Look, Toga," he said, his voice firm but kind. "I appreciate the offer. But becoming a hero isn't just about having a powerful quirk. It's about responsibility, about using your power to protect others. It's a lot to consider."

Toga nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I understand. It's not just a fun game of transformation, is it?’she simled with mischive Or it can become one!"

Izuku shook his head and said, "No, it's not. But hey, maybe there are other ways your quirk can be useful. We'll figure it out together."

He wasn't sure what the future held, but with Toga by his side, a girl with a powerful and unpredictable quirk, his journey to becoming a hero had just become an even greater challenge. Yet, fueled by a newfound sense of responsibility and a glimmer of hope for Toga's redemption, Izuku was determined to face it head-on.

After experimenting at breaktime 

Izuku's mind, a constant whir of hero analysis and quirk theory, couldn't help but latch onto Toga's revelation. "Fusion?" he muttered, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "Could your quirk allow you to… fuse with someone by transforming into them?"

The idea was outlandish, bordering on scientific fantasy. Yet, considering the unconventional nature of Toga's quirk, it wasn't entirely impossible. The possibility of quirk fusion, a literal combining of powers, had been a topic of intense discussion within the hero community for years, but there had been no documented cases.

Toga, ever the free spirit, tilted her head, considering the concept. "Fuse? I never thought of it that way. But…" she trailed off, a thoughtful frown replacing her usual playful smirk. "I can absorb a small amount of someone's blood through my transformation, and for a short time, I can perfectly mimic their physical form, quirk included. But becoming one with them? That's a new one."

Izuku's excitement was bubbling over. As a self-proclaimed quirk enthusiast, he had filled countless notebooks with analyses of various quirks and their potential interactions. This, however, was uncharted territory.

"This could be a huge breakthrough, Toga!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Think about it! Combining quirks could open doors to unimaginable hero potential! Imagine a hero who could teleport and heal at the same time, or someone with super strength who could also manipulate minds!"

Toga, despite her initial skepticism, couldn't help but be swept up in Izuku's enthusiasm. The potential for good was undeniable. But a voice of caution echoed in her mind. Her quirk, while versatile, had a dark side. What if the fusion went wrong? What if the quirks became incompatible, causing harm to the user?

"Hold on, Izuku," she said, placing a hand on his arm, her voice regaining its usual composure. "This is serious stuff. We can't just jump into quirk fusion without considering the risks. What if it's dangerous? What if the quirks reject each other?"

Izuku's excitement simmered down a bit, replaced by a healthy dose of caution. Toga was right. They couldn't afford to be reckless. But the idea was too intriguing to abandon entirely.

"You're right," he conceded, a determined glint still shining in his eyes. "We need to be careful. But maybe, just maybe, with some research and the help of someone like Principal Nezu…"

A sly smile spread across Izuku's face. Principal Nezu, the eccentric headmaster of UA High with his unique quirk, was known for his sharp intellect and willingness to explore unconventional ideas. Perhaps, with his guidance and access to UA's top-notch facilities, they could delve deeper into the potential of quirk fusion, all while ensuring safety remained the top priority.

Toga, despite the inherent chaos her quirk embodied, couldn't help but be drawn to Izuku's unwavering determination. Maybe, just maybe, together they could unlock a new level of quirk understanding, a discovery that could revolutionize the hero world. The path ahead was uncertain and fraught with potential dangers, but for Izuku and Toga, the prospect of this groundbreaking discovery was a challenge they were eager to face.

The Next day

As they go to UA High, Izuku and Satoru tell a story about the grandma Ei incident to Himiko:

A nervous energy crackled in the air as Izuku and Toga stood before the imposing oak door of Principal Nezu's office. This wasn't your typical student-principal meeting. Izuku fidgeted with his backpack straps, his mind racing with a hundred different ways this could go wrong. Himiko, ever the unpredictable one, seemed to relish the unusual situation, a mischievous glint dancing in her crimson eyes.

With a deep breath, Izuku knocked on the door. A cheerful voice, surprisingly high-pitched for such a serious location, chirped, "Come in, come in!"

They pushed open the door, revealing the eccentric Principal Nezu perched on a stack of books behind his oversized desk. His beady eyes, sharp as a hawk's, darted between them, taking in their contrasting appearances.

"Ah, young Midoriya! What brings you and this… interesting guest to my humble abode?" Nezu's tone was polite, but his gaze lingered a bit longer on Toga, a hint of curiosity flickering within it.

Izuku said "I have a Quirky Proposition” a nd launched into their explanation, his voice slightly shaky at first, but gaining confidence with each sentence. He recounted finding Toga, her unique quirk, and the startling possibility of quirk fusion that her transformation ability presented.

Toga, despite her usual nonchalant demeanor, actively participated in the explanation, demonstrating her ability to transform into Uraraka with a small vial of blood she'd managed to obtain during their scuffle. Nezu's eyes widened as Toga perfectly mimicked Uraraka's voice and mannerisms, even using her Zero Gravity quirk on a nearby pen.

As Izuku finished, a heavy silence descended upon the room. Nezu, ever the thinker, tapped his paws on his desk, contemplating the information. The idea of quirk fusion was indeed revolutionary, with the potential to redefine the boundaries of hero capabilities. But Toga's quirk posed a significant risk with its potential for misuse.

"Fascinating," Nezu finally chirped, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. "Transformational quirks are rare, and the possibility of quirk fusion is even more intriguing. Your proposition, young Midoriya, warrants further exploration."

Relief washed over Izuku. He hadn't expected such a positive response. However, there was a catch.

"However," Nezu continued, his voice turning serious, "allowing Himiko access to UA requires certain precautions. Her quirk demands a level of trust and responsibility that cannot be taken lightly."

Toga, who had remained eerily calm throughout the exchange, met Nezu's gaze with a steely glint of her own. "I understand," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I may not have the best track record, but I'm willing to prove myself."

Nezu nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Very well," he said. "Himiko, on a trial basis, you can enroll as a student at UA. However, there will be regular check-ups with Recovery Girl to monitor your mental and physical health." He paused, a playful glint entering his gaze. A few quick control lessons wouldn't hurt either.

Toga's lips twitched into a smirk. "Fair enough," she said, amusement dancing in her crimson eyes.

Izuku beamed, a wave of excitement washing over him. This was an unexpected turn of events, but a positive one nonetheless. Having Toga at UA, under the watchful eye of the faculty, could be the key to unlocking the secrets of quirk fusion, while also offering her a chance to become a hero.

Satoru says, "This journey ahead wouldn't be easy, it will never be easy so see you in the morning Principal Nezu." Izuku and Himiko said," Bye, Principal Nezu." Nezu says "byyeee"

The Next day

The bustling energy of Class 1-A was interrupted by a loud rap on the door. All eyes turned towards the entrance as Principal Nezu, perched on a pile of books as usual, waddled in with a mischievous grin. Behind him, a girl with crimson eyes and a playful smile stood awkwardly, her fingers fiddling with a stray strand of blonde hair.

"Attention, Class 1-A!" Nezu chirped, his voice surprisingly high-pitched. "I have a surprise for you all today. This is Himiko," he gestured towards the girl, "and she'll be joining you as a new student on a trial basis."

A wave of murmurs rippled through the class. Curiosity, confusion, and even a hint of apprehension danced in their eyes. Midoriya, sitting near the front, flashed a reassuring smile at Himiko, offering a silent nod of encouragement.

Standing before a room full of aspiring heroes was a far cry from the alleyways Himiko usually frequented. Yet, she straightened her posture, a glint of challenge flickering in her crimson eyes.

"Hey there!" she chirped, her voice surprisingly cheerful. "The name's Himiko, and… well, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve, literally."

Her playful yet cryptic introduction drew a mixture of chuckles and nervous glances from the class. Even the explosive one, Bakugo, scoffed and muttered something about "weaklings getting a free pass." Todoroki, on the other hand, remained stoic, observing Himiko with a hint of curiosity in his usually emotionless gaze.

Uraraka, noticing Himiko's slight discomfort, offered a warm smile and a friendly wave. "Hi, Himiko! It's nice to meet you. Welcome to UA!"

The genuine kindness in Uraraka's voice seemed to disarm Himiko. A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Thanks," she replied, a hint of warmth replacing her usual playful facade.

Sensing the tension in the room, Nezu chirped once again. "Now, now, class. Let's all give Himiko a warm welcome! Remember, the greatest heroes are those who embrace the unexpected."

A beat of silence followed, then a smattering of applause filled the room. Some students, like Iida and Yaoyorozu, offered polite smiles. Others, like Kaminari and Kirishima, leaned forward, eager to learn more about the mysterious newcomer.

Himiko, despite her usual bravado, felt a blush creep up her cheeks. This wasn't exactly how she envisioned her first day at UA, but the prospect of learning alongside these aspiring heroes, of proving herself worthy, ignited a spark of determination within her.

"Alright then," she finally said, her voice gaining confidence. "Let's see what kind of heroes you all are made of. Maybe I can even learn a thing or two… or maybe you can learn a thing or two from me."

Her playful challenge hung in the air, leaving the class buzzing with curiosity. This new semester at UA was shaping up to be anything but ordinary. With the arrival of Himiko and the potential for quirk fusion on the horizon, Izuku and his classmates were about to embark on a journey that would redefine the boundaries of heroism and test their limits like never before.

Curiosity about the new girl, Himiko, quickly faded as the class swarmed Izuku. His role in bringing her to UA, especially considering her unconventional quirk, had sparked a firestorm of questions.

"Midoriya, how do you even know this Himiko chick?" Kaminari buzzed around him, his electric hair crackling with excitement.

Izuku, ever the flustered soul, stammered out an explanation, his voice barely rising above the din. He recounted his encounter with Toga in the alleyway, her injuries, and his impulsive decision to offer her a place to stay. He left out the details about the fight, focusing on her situation and the potential she held.

"But why UA?" Jiro chimed in, her earphone jacks swinging slightly. "And how did you convince Principal Nezu?"

Satoru said, "we made a deal, but let's get seated, we have heroic class."

[Note this battle training arc, but only commentary by Satoru and Himiko]

Chapter Text

The fluorescent lights of the agency briefing room hummed, a familiar, grating sound that usually faded into the background. Today, however, it seemed to drill into Katsuki Bakugo’s skull. He scowled, scrubbing a hand over his face. He’d felt… off all morning. Like he’d woken up on the wrong side of reality.

“Alright, listen up!” Best Jeanist’s voice, crisp and authoritative, cut through his unease. “We’ve got confirmed reports of a new cell of the ‘Quirkless Liberation Front’ attempting to disrupt the downtown power grid. Their rhetoric is escalating, and intel suggests they might have acquired some black-market support gear.”

Bakugo’s brow furrowed. Quirkless Liberation Front? The name was vaguely familiar, like some D-list nuisance group they’d occasionally hear about, but Jeanist was treating them like a genuine threat. And “black-market support gear” for quirkless individuals? What could they possibly do, throw wrenches harder?

“Seriously? These are the guys we’re mobilizing for?” Kaminari, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression, voiced Bakugo’s thoughts, albeit with less aggression.

“Their numbers have been growing, Denki,” Kirishima interjected, though his usual bright tone was subdued, almost… weary. “Ever since that Midoriya fiasco, a lot of quirkless people have been… agitated.”

Bakugo’s head snapped up. Midoriya? The name hit him like a physical blow, a phantom ache in his chest. But it wasn’t his Midoriya. Not Deku. The way Kirishima said it was laced with something ugly – pity, disgust, maybe even fear.

“What Midoriya fiasco?” Bakugo growled, his voice rougher than intended. The room went quiet. All eyes turned to him, not with the usual exasperation at his outbursts, but with a strange, confused concern.

Best Jeanist adjusted his collar. “Bakugo, are you feeling alright? I’m referring to Izuku Midoriya, of course. The ‘Symbol of Quirkless Despair,’ as the media dubbed him. His ongoing trial for the bombings and the recent escape attempt has everyone on edge.”

Bombings? Escape attempt? Symbol of Quirkless Despair?

The words were nonsensical, a grotesque parody of the Deku he knew – the hero-obsessed, muttering, self-sacrificing idiot who, against all odds, had become the Number One Hero. The Deku who was currently… Bakugo paused. Where was Deku? He should have been here, or at least Bakugo should have known his whereabouts. A cold dread, sharp and unfamiliar, began to seep into him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bakugo demanded, pushing himself to his feet, chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Deku – Midoriya – is a hero! The Number One Hero! He wouldn’t… He’s not a criminal!”

A heavy silence descended. Mina looked pale, Sero was staring at his hands, and even Todoroki’s usually impassive face held a flicker of something unreadable.

“Bakugo…” Uraraka began, her voice small and hesitant, so unlike her usual bubbly confidence. “Midoriya… he never got into U.A. He doesn’t have a quirk. He… he was arrested three years ago. They said he was involved with that villain group that attacked the Hosu district. The charges just kept piling up after that.”

Three years ago. That would have been their first year. The USJ attack. Stain. Kamino Ward. All those pivotal moments… without Deku? Bakugo’s mind reeled. How could any of that have happened the way he remembered it if Deku wasn’t there? If Deku wasn’t a hero? If Deku was… quirkless ?

The word itself felt alien when applied to the image of Deku in his mind – green lightning crackling around him, a determined grin on his face.

“That’s… that’s bullshit!” Bakugo snarled, his palms starting to pop and crackle with small explosions, a reflex he couldn’t control. The smell of burnt sugar filled the air. “He has a quirk! One For All! All Might gave it to him!”

Now the looks he was getting were unequivocally ones of deep concern, bordering on alarm. Best Jeanist stepped forward, his expression stern but with an undercurrent of worry. “Bakugo, All Might retired due to his injuries from the Kamino incident five years ago. He never publicly named a successor in that manner. And One For All… that’s just a myth, an urban legend whispered among villains.”

Kamino… five years ago? But All Might’s fight with All For One… Deku was there! I was there! The timeline was fracturing, the pieces of his memory no longer fitting into the reality being presented to him.

“This is insane,” Bakugo muttered, backing away. “You’re all insane.”

He turned and stormed out of the briefing room, ignoring their calls. He needed air. He needed to find Deku. He needed to make sense of this twisted, broken world.

The hallways of the agency felt subtly different. The posters on the walls celebrated heroes he barely recognized, or depicted familiar faces in unfamiliar roles. A news report playing on a nearby screen showed a grim-faced newscaster discussing the "escalating crisis of quirkless radicalization, fueled by the Midoriya case." The image that flashed on screen was a grainy mugshot – Izuku Midoriya, but not. His eyes were dull, empty, his usually wild green hair lank and lifeless. He looked defeated, a ghost of the boy Bakugo knew.

The report detailed how Midoriya, driven by resentment over his quirklessness, had allegedly fallen in with villains, his sharp intellect perverted into masterminding criminal enterprises. Each new accusation, each supposed piece of evidence, was a hammer blow to Bakugo’s sanity. They spoke of his meticulous notebooks, not as tools of heroic analysis, but as blueprints for terror.

This world, Bakugo realized with a sickening lurch, was fundamentally wrong . Without Deku’s unwavering, often infuriating, heroism, a shadow had fallen. The heroes seemed less sure, their victories less inspiring. The public’s fear was palpable, not just of villains, but of the quirkless, who were now painted with the same brush as this "Izuku Midoriya."

The hope Deku had ignited, the way he’d pushed everyone, especially Bakugo, to be better, was absent. And in its place was a festering wound of cynicism and distrust. The heroes were still fighting, but the spark, the sheer, indomitable will that Deku embodied, was gone. And it was changing everything.

Bakugo clenched his fists, the explosions now stronger, more desperate. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty: this wasn’t right. Deku wasn’t a villain. And he was going to find out what the hell was going on, even if he had to blast this entire goddamn nightmare apart.

But a small, cold voice in the back of his mind whispered, What if this is real? What if the Deku you knew… never existed?

The thought was enough to make his blood run cold.

He burst out onto the street, the city air thick with an unfamiliar tension. The usual vibrant chaos of the metropolis was muted, replaced by an eerie quiet. People hurried along, heads down, avoiding eye contact. There were fewer hero agency billboards and more stark, imposing government notices about public order and quirky regulation.

His feet carried him on autopilot towards familiar territory – his parents’ apartment. He needed to see them, to ground himself. The old hag would yell, his old man would offer some quiet, infuriatingly calm advice, and this… this wrongness would hopefully start to unravel.

As he neared his neighborhood, an unsettling stillness hung in the air. The usual sounds of life – distant traffic, kids playing, the murmur of conversations – were absent. He rounded the corner to his street and froze. Their apartment building… it was still there, but it looked… abandoned. Windows were dark, some boarded up. A chillingly official-looking notice was plastered to the front door, stamped with a stark, militaristic insignia he didn’t recognize.

“What the…” He ripped the notice from the door. The formal, bureaucratic language swam before his eyes, but certain phrases leaped out: “Deemed… insufficient contribution… societal restructuring… relocation to designated zones… failure to comply… summary judgment.”

A wave of nausea hit him. He stumbled back, his gaze frantically scanning the neighboring buildings. Many bore similar notices. Where was everyone?

He kicked open the door to his parents’ apartment. The air inside was stale, dusty. Furniture was overturned, belongings scattered as if in a hurried, desperate search or a violent eviction. A framed photo lay shattered on the floor – him, a scowling brat in his U.A. uniform, flanked by his equally loud mother and quietly exasperated father.

“Mom? Dad?” His voice was a hoarse whisper. Silence answered him, heavy and suffocating.

Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at his throat. He tore through the apartment, a desperate hope warring with a rising tide of dread. He found a small data chip hidden beneath a loose floorboard in his parents’ bedroom. His hands trembled as he jammed it into his agency-issued phone.

It contained a single, corrupted audio file. His mother’s voice, strained and terrified, crackled through the speaker. “Katsuki… if you find this… they’re taking us. They said… said we’re not strong enough… that we’re holding society back… It’s this new world order, Katsuki… since… since you became Number One… since the others… retired…” The audio cut out with a burst of static.

Number One? Retired?

He stumbled out of the apartment, the data chip clutched in his hand. He needed answers. He sprinted towards the main agency headquarters, not his local branch, but the central tower that dominated the city skyline.

The city itself felt like a graveyard. Shops were shuttered, their windows displaying “Closed Indefinitely” signs. The vibrant hero merchandise stores were gone, replaced by grim, utilitarian supply depots. The news screens, when they weren't showing the Midoriya trial, blared propaganda about strength, efficiency, and the “culling of weakness for societal advancement.” They showed him. Him . Dynamight. The Number One Hero. The only Hero. His image was everywhere, stern-faced, powerful, a symbol of this brutal new order.

“No… no, this isn’t…”

He reached the central tower. There were no cheering crowds, no adoring fans. Only stern-faced guards in unfamiliar uniforms snapped to attention, their eyes holding a mixture of fear and reverence.

“Lord Dynamight,” one of them barked. “We weren’t expecting you.”

Lord Dynamight?

He shoved past them, his mind a maelstrom of horror. The once-bustling halls of the Hero Public Safety Commission were eerily silent. He found what used to be the main operations room. It was now a stark, almost empty chamber. A single, massive screen dominated one wall, displaying statistics: “Resource Allocation,” “Productivity Quotas,” “Deviancy Incidents – Null.”

And then he saw it. A list is scrolling slowly on a smaller monitor. “Deceased – Societal Re-evaluation Program.” His blood turned to ice. He scanned the names, his breath catching in his throat.

Mitsuki Bakugo. Masaru Bakugo.

Below them, other names. Names he knew. The extras from his class, the ones he’d always deemed weaker. Koda. Sato. Aoyama. Even some of the so-called “nerds” from his middle school, kids he’d barely given a second thought to, their only crime being their perceived lack of strength or ambition in his eyes. All listed. All "re-evaluated." Executed.

The screen flickered, showing another report: “Villain Population – Contained. Status: Critical. Sustenance protocols minimal.” Beneath it, grainy footage of Tartarus, not as a high-security prison, but as a forgotten tomb, its inmates wasting away, abandoned. All For One, Shigaraki, Dabi… all the major threats he’d fought, now reduced to skeletal figures in the dark, their power nullified, their existence a slow, agonizing decay.

The economy? A ticker at the bottom of the screen read: “National Economic Index: Stabilized Post-Restructuring. Non-Essential Markets Dissolved. Full Resource Allocation to Strength Initiatives.” Crashed. Utterly and completely remade into something unrecognizable, something that only served this monstrous new paradigm.

This was it. The world he’d always sneered at wanting. A world where the weak were gone. He stood at the absolute pinnacle. Where there were no annoying rivals, no Deku to challenge him, no villains left to fight. He was the strongest. The only one.

His legs gave out. He sank to his knees, the sterile floor cold beneath him. The explosions that had been crackling in his palms died out, leaving only an aching numbness.

This was his ideal. This was what he thought he wanted.

But the silence was deafening. The victory was hollow. The strength was a crushing weight.

“This isn’t… this isn’t what I wanted,” he choked out, the words tasting like ash. His reflection stared back from the dark screen – a conqueror in a desolate kingdom, a king of ashes. The Number One Hero of a dead world.

This has to be a nightmare, he thought, a desperate, frantic prayer. It has to be. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!

But the cold, sterile room offered no comfort, no escape. Only the chilling reality of a wish granted in the most horrifying way imaginable.