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The rise of Quirks brought with it the development of a superhuman society — heroes and villains jumping right out of comic books. Technological development slowed to a crawl and research became focused on anatomy, biology, and ergonomics to fit and maximize the efficiency of these Quirks. Everyday processes became easier or harder based on an individual’s Quirk; some aspects of their life became enhanced, while others became more difficult. It all depended on a person’s Quirk. Some could raise mountains, stop wildfires, see the future, or even control the very physics that rule the world. Others were more mundane or simple: enhanced sight to be used for reconnaissance, enhanced muscles, an extra appendage. Some were like cancers spreading underneath the Quirk user’s skin.
Others were simply born without a Quirk and ridiculed for it.
Izuku Midoriya’s Quirk was a genetic mutation that drastically increased the efficiency of his respiratory system; and for all intents and purposes, he was effectively Quirkless — unsuited for hero work of any kind. Useless.
Midoriya was five when others told him his Quirk was useless. He and several other children he had called his friends were at a playground playing a game of Heroes versus Villains — a very simple game one could get the idea of just from the title.
“I want to be a hero!” Midoriya had said, stars in his eyes, “I want to save everyone with a smile on my face, like All Might!” The others had just laughed to the point of tears.
“You can’t be a hero with a useless Quirk like yours, Deku ,” Katsuki Bakugou, a childhood “friend” of his, had sneered, “You’re not even fit to be my sidekick. Well, at least you have a Quirk.”
“Yeah, what would you even do to fight villains, breathe on them?” one laughed.
“Hey, why did you call him ‘Deku’?” another asked, “I thought his name w—”
“If you mess with the kanji of his name a little bit, you can read it as Deku,” Bakugou explained impatiently, “It means ‘useless person’, or ‘someone who can’t do anything’. Fits his pointless Quirk, don’t you guys think?” The other children praised Bakugou, not only for having a powerful Quirk that would surely land him a spot in U.A.’s hero program where the world’s very own All Might had graduated from, but also for being able to read and understand kanji at such a young age. The children continued to play, with Midoriya as the civilian in need of saving, Bakugou the hero, and with everyone else as the villains.
Ever since that day, Midoriya tried finding ways his Quirk would be useful. He thought about a bunch of different scenarios such as against others’ Quirks, various rescue scenarios, and what his own Quirk actually did. He had several notebooks dedicated to the Quirks of known heroes and villains (as well as notable peers like Bakugou), but he had found very little in regards to his own Quirk.
His mom had taken him to a Quirk doctor, who told them that he physically had a much larger than average lung capacity and a more efficient circulatory system. As a result, he had very slightly enhanced mental and physical capabilities thanks to more oxygen being available for his brain and muscles to use, and he had more air available for his lungs to supply his larynx, resulting in much longer muttering storms. To help focus his already overactive mind, Inko had suggested he take notes on Quirks.
Other than that, Midoriya was unsure of any other applications his Quirk held, but he was determined to find something, anything.
It was now nine years later, and Midoriya was fourteen years old. He was walking home from school when he noticed Bakugou and his gang of “insubordinates” harassing another kid, probably for getting on the explosive kid’s nerves.
“What the fuck did you say about me, you punk?” the boy had yelled more than asked, “You think you’re better than me?” The other children chimed in with their own comments and insults.
“I said ya need to watch what ya do and say to others! No good hero would act like the bully you are!” the soon-to-be victim of Bakugou’s wrath said with an accent. Midoriya took a deep breath before running toward the group, blissfully ignorant of the small sparks of yellow dancing at his fingertips. Breathing always helped Midoriya clear his mind before stressful situations, a noticeable plus-side the boy had noticed when analyzing his own Quirk.
Several years prior, after a particularly bad beating from Bakugou and his friends, Inko had signed her son up for various martial arts classes to better defend himself. It had also helped that Bakugou was one of the people he had analyzed the abilities of the most.
Upon getting closer to the other kids, he noticed the kid who just spoke was a girl with brown hair, a blush, but, most remarkably, a look of sheer determination.
“Leave her alone Kacchan!” Midoriya shouted, shoving the other boy away. The golden sparks intensified and flashed as they transferred from Midoriya’s hands throughout Bakugou’s upper body, launching him back with more force than a human without any strength-enhancing Quirks should have. Midoriya’s eyes widened and he stared down at his hands, which stopped sparkling, and wondered what the hell just happened.
“Hey! I could’a taken him!” The girl said, her arms crossed.
“Well, I saw what was happening, and my legs ju—” Midoriya was cut off from his sheepish reply by a loud “ DEKUUUUUUU! ”
“Uh… let’s get out of here first!” Midoriya suggested before grabbing the girl’s wrist and running as fast as his legs could run. He could handle Bakugou and his friends beating him — catching his breath later would have lessened or even nullified the pain and bruising completely (something he’d found out one day when his mother was comforting him after a rough day at school) — but Midoriya was pretty certain the girl didn’t have any method of self-healing judging from the bruises and scrapes. No matter how hard his mother had tried, the school wouldn’t discipline or mark Bakugou’s school record because of his being the top student and high probability of going to a good hero school.
The two rounded a corner and ducked into an alley near Midoriya’s apartment building with Bakugou’s yelling echoing in the distance. Midoriya hunched over his knees and wheezed as he tried to regain his breath. He’d never run so far so fast before, and even his increased lung capacity couldn’t keep up with the amount of air he needed while running. The girl wasn’t looking that much worse for wear. Maybe she exercises? Midoriya thought to himself.
“S-sorry… abou—about… that,” Midoriya gasped, “It’s… just… th-that… Kacchan gets pretty violent with his Quirk when he gets angry.”
“O-oh, I see…,” the girl said, “Thanks for the rescue then, Hero.”
Midoriya flushed at the nickname, “Oh, oh no. I’m no hero. I’m just… me.” Midoriya collapsed and leaned against a wall as he reached into his bag for a water bottle. He grabbed a second one and held it out to the girl, “My name’s Izuku Midoriya, what’s yours?”
“Ochako Uraraka, a pleasure to meet ya!” she responded, taking the water bottle.
Midoriya exhaled before taking a sip of his water, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the cool water’s sensation as he rehydrated himself. There seemed to be an insistent ringing coming sounding off from the back of his mind; it was probably his ears ringing from the blood rush of sprinting several blocks to escape Bakugou and his gang. Upon opening his eyes again, he saw Uraraka’s eyes widened in interest.
“That’s a pretty cool Quirk ya got there.”
“Don’t be silly, I’ve just got a slightly above-average respiratory and circulatory system, it’s nothing too special.”
“But those golden sparks look like they could be a powerful Quirk with enough training, I saw how far you pushed that Bakugou back,” Uraraka countered.
“He must’ve been off-balance. Besides, I don’t see how more efficient breathing leads to my hands sparking— it was likely that those were some of Kacchan’s nitroglycerin sweat droplets combusting.”
The two got up from where they’d been sitting and brushed themselves off. The sky was turning a golden yellow-orange as the sun began to sink.
“Hey, it’s getting late, Uraraka. Won’t your parents be worried?” Midoriya asked as he shouldered his backpack, “They don’t exactly know who I am, even if you were to stay over until then — we just met.”
“Oh that won’t be a problem, I’m renting an apartment here since I plan on applying to get into U.A. I think you should too, Midoriya,” Uraraka said, “It never hurts to try.”
Midoriya stared at the ground as they walked toward the apartment complex. Cans and litter crinkled and dinged as various stray animals knocked them about as they came out to forage in people’s trash for food.
“I don’t know, Uraraka. I’m just a Deku whose good-for-nothing Quirk is to have enhanced circulatory and respiratory systems…”
“Deku? Is that what that Bakugou guy called you? Don’t listen to him, I for one think it kind of sounds like the word meaning “you can do it!”, or something. Like never giving up, y’know? What those bullies thought didn’t stop ya from running in and pushing Bakugou out of the way.”
“I’ve… never thought of it that way. Thanks, Uraraka.”
“No problem, Midoriya! See ya tomorrow at school?”
“You go to Aldera?” Midoriya asked, “The school year’s almost over.”
“The deal for the apartment was gonna end soon, so I had to move earlier than my folks woulda liked,” Uraraka shrugged, “But I can’t exactly apply for U.A. if I don’t live close enough to even attend if I got in, ya know?”
The two of them turned and parted ways to their apartments after saying their farewells. The second Midoriya walked into his apartment, he rushed into his room and slammed it shut, missing his mother’s greeting from the kitchen.
I-I talked to a girl! For an extended period of time! And I saved her from Kacchan without getting hurt!
Midoriya was muttering to himself rapidly in the corner of his room, trying to figure out why that was the one time he’d confronted Bakugou without injury. He rubbed at some faded burn scars on his forearms absentmindedly as he continued muttering to himself.
And she — Uraraka — was so nice! Is… is this what having a real friend is like? … But what should I do about Kacchan… we used to be friends. Maybe I really should try applying to U.A.
Midoriya looked back to his childhood, from before he manifested his Quirk. He would ask Inko every Friday after dinner to log into the computer to watch All Might’s debut in Japan.
‘Mom! Mom! The computer!’ He would call out excitedly, bouncing around as his mother would get up to put the dishes in the sink. ‘Izuku, honey, you’ve watched that same video millions of times already, don’t you get tired of it?’ She would ask, knowing the answer already.
One thing would stick with him: he wanted to be a hero just like All Might, an ever-present smile on his face.
A few knocks at his door brought Midoriya back to the present.
“Izuku, dinner’s ready. Did something happen at school today?” Inko poked her head into her son’s room to find him muttering fiercely to himself on his bed.
Izuku bounded over to his mother happily — not ‘ Holy shit (Yes Izuku swore, no he didn’t swear excessively like Bakugou) Mom got me the limited edition Silver Age All Might figure that has the one-of-a-kind flaw where only one eye had a blue LED’ , but for the first time in a long while he’d genuinely felt happy and hopeful. “I think I made a new friend, Mom! No really! A real friend!” he added when he saw the look on her face, “Kacchan and the others were picking on her so I pushed him out of the way and grabbed her and we ran away!”
“I think I might apply to U.A. after all.”
Inko teared up and hugged Izuku fiercely, any thoughts of teasing Izuku about this “her” he mentioned weren’t made known. She was just glad her boy had made a friend and started to shake off the shackles of doubt holding him down.
“My baby boy…”
Midoriya walked out to the main street to Aldera, his nose in his notebook jotting down some notes, when he bumped into Uraraka.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” Midoriya apologized.
“Haha, it’d probably help if ya weren’t so engrossed in that notebook there!” Uraraka chuckled, “Don’t worry about it.”
Midoriya and Uraraka fell into step with each other as they walked to school. Eventually, they came across a crowd when rush hour came around. Screams and shouts rang out as the crowd seemed to be enraptured by a commotion. The two of them pushed to the front of the crowd, curious as to what was happening. What was a few minutes anyway? They had plenty of time to get to school.
“Hey Uraraka, what’s your Quirk anyway? I forgot to ask yesterday,” Midoriya said stretching his neck, trying to see over the shoulders of other spectators.
“I can nullify the force of gravity for things that I touch with all ten of my fingers, though I’m not quite sure exactly what my Quirk does to do so. I just know that I get queasy when I’m trying to lift myself or something out of my weight limit.”
“Oh!” Midoriya perked up, immediately breezing through all the different applications for her Quirk he could come up with. The people around the two teens turned and looked at Midoriya in annoyance and Uraraka waved her hand in front of his face.
“Uh, Midoriya? Earth to Midoriya?” She pouted before snapping her fingers in front of his face, “Midoriya c’mon people are starin’!” She flicked his nose in annoyance, “You sure can go on for a while mutterin’, huh?”
“Ow! Wh-wha?” Midoriya flinched and rubbed his nose, “Oh, uh, my bad. I get carried away with analyzing new Quirks, haha.” He rubbed the back of his neck before asking, “Anyways… I, uh, I was wondering if you could float me for a bit so I could see what’s happening.”
“O-oh, yeah of course,” Uraraka replied before tapping her fingers on his shoulders. It took Midoriya a few seconds to adjust to being in zero gravity before he took out his notebook and turned to look at the fight between Kamui Woods and a villain with a mutant-type Quirk. Uraraka held onto his leg to keep him from floating into the sky. Kamui Woods had just launched his signature move when Mt. Lady tackled the villain to the ground, and upon realizing that the fight was over and they needed to get to school, Uraraka held her fingertips together and said, “Release.”
Midoriya felt gravity return once more and stumbled to his feet after falling.
“We gotta get to class, you can write your notes later.”
The two of them began sprinting their way through the crowd as it dispersed. Traffic began to move once more as the two ran down the sidewalk. Midoriya bumped into a tall blonde man, dropping all his groceries on the ground.
“Ah! My bad, sir! Uraraka, go on without me, I’ll catch up!” Midoriya called as his friend turned to look back, “I’ll help you with those, sir.”
“Oh, thank you, young man,” the tall man chuckled, “Running late for school?”
Midoriya shook his head as he gathered the man’s groceries in his arms, “Oh no, that won’t be a problem. Today’s the last day of school, and a passive side effect of my Quirk allows me to run faster for longer. Here you go,” Midoriya handed the bags over to the man as he turned to start sprinting.
The class erupted in cheers as they began to use their Quirks. Except for three people: Bakugou, who scoffed and looked out the window, Midoriya, who was nose deep in his notebook adding to his notes from earlier, and Uraraka, who sat beside Midoriya and was absentmindedly doodling.
It was the last class period of the day, and the students were eager to start their summer break. The teacher sighed before leaning on his desk, “I’d ask what careers you all are looking into, but I figure you all are just going to apply to hero schools anyway.”
A student piped up, “Oh that’s right, Bakugou’s going to apply to U.A. isn’t he?”
The boy. leaned back in his chair, and scoffed, “Yeah, so what? I aced all the mock tests. I’ll get in.” Other students began chattering about what schools they would apply to. Their teacher looked down at the papers in his hand, and said, “Oh that’s right. Midoriya and Uraraka are also applying to U.A.”
Midoriya cringed at his desk and sank low into his seat, hoping to not draw attention to himself. Bakugou shot a glare their way.
“Hah, if Useless Ol’ Deku’s applying to U.A., I bet I could have a decent chance of gett—”
The student was cut off as both Uraraka and Bakugou exploded at once.
“He’s not useless! Where do you get off talking down about him so much? To fuel your gigantic ego?”
“No one other than me is going to be the student from this shitty school to get into U.A! You extras with your damn useless ass Quirks stand no chance of being a top hero, unlike me! I’m just making sure everyone knows the facts.”
The class suddenly went silent as their fellow classmates stared each other down, a menacing aura permeating the air. Midoriya’s eyes widened as he worried about what would happen next. Oh no… Not another fight! I gotta calm Uraraka down, I don’t want her to get caught up in me and Kacchan’s business…
“H-hey guys! L-let’s, let’s just c-calm down why, why don’t we? We don’t have to f—”
“ Shut the fuck up Deku! ” Bakugou screamed, not turning away from Uraraka, “You may be the new kid, Round Face, but Deku’s as useless as they come. All he’s good for is running away and standing around analyzing people’s Quirks better than his. You think you and him can get into U.A.? I’ll kick both of your asses before you even step into the school.”
The bell rang and the students rushed out the door, eager to start their summers and not aggravate the explosive boy much more than Deku and the new girl had already.
Bakugou swept Midoriya’s notebook out of his hands and skimmed through it, “I don’t understand why you even fucking try, Deku. Your Quirk’s only useful for something like CPR — not fit for any real hero work. Do yourself and the world a favor and either get a normal fucking job or jump off a building and get reincarnated with a better Quirk.” Bakugou used small explosions on Midoriya’s notes and tossed them out the window, “Use Deku as an example, Round Face.”
Bakugou grabbed his bag and left the room. The teacher stood at his desk awkwardly, “For what it’s worth, Midoriya, you could definitely make it into the support course from what I saw with your performance in our engineering unit.”
“C’mon, Midoriya, let’s go.” The two students gathered their things and left the class.
“ What is that jerk’s problem with you? ” Uraraka whisper-yelled, hoisting her bag over her shoulder.
The duo were walking down the street as Midoriya pondered how to best explain his and Bakugou’s relationship. It was a strange one, for sure, but Midoriya didn’t think there was much wrong with it. Right? Bakugou was just a strong-willed and arrogant kid with a powerful Quirk.
They made it to the small fountain outside the window Bakugou threw Midoriya’s notebook out of and sat down on the rim. Midoriya picked his notebook up out of the water and sighed as he waved it around to dry it faster.
Immediately, his hand sparked as a golden lightning-like light flashed from his wrist to the edges of his notebook. Water was seemingly flung from the pages and held in the air as the same insistent ringing returned from the day prior.
“What the—?” Midoriya started.
Uraraka interjected. “Hah! I told you so Midoriya!”
Midoriya looked behind them to see patterned waves rippling in the pond, a few koi fish looked up at him curiously, as if asking What are you doing here? , as he stuck his free hand’s index finger into the pond. There were more bright flashes and the waves increased in frequency. The fish didn’t seem to be bothered by the energy propagating through their pond.
Uraraka looked on in amazement, “Y’know… this kind of reminds me of that one anime… JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure kinda. The breathing, sparkles, the waves… the similarities are a lil’ uncanny ain’t they?”
“Wait… JoJo’s … ripples… breathing…. You think my Quirk is actually Hamon from JoJo’s? ” Midoriya asked incredulously, “That’s ridiculous, Uraraka. There’s no way that’s possible.” The golden light stopped and Midoriya’s notebook was left dry as if it were never soaked.
“I just said they were oddly similar, and with how bizarre some Quirks can be I don’t doubt the possibility,” Uraraka shrugged, “Plus you could say your Quirk is a JoJo’s reference!”
Midoriya snorted, “Hah! Funny one. Next you’ll say ‘I’m serious, Midoriya!’”
“I’m serious Midoriya!” Uraraka paused, “You even predicted what I was gonna say!”
Midoriya shook his head, “Even if that wasn’t a coincidence, that technique would only be a mere mind game. A psychological trick. Besides, my Quirk’s a mutation-body transformation-type Quirk. Not an emitter one.”
Then again, Midoriya thought, Those sparks had to come from somewhere. There have been cases of Quirked animals, but there haven’t been any confirmed cases in regards to fish specifically… Midoriya sighed as Uraraka continued to pout at him, and he pulled out his notebook going over the few distinct notes about his Quirk that he’d taken down.
Increased pain tolerance… more stamina… unique breathing patterns… Midoriya muttered indistinctly to himself. Uraraka stared on amazed, Midoriya’s fingertips were glowing a faint gold, a few sparks dropping into the pond and bouncing on the stone ledge he was sitting on. Each droplet of light creating symmetrical ripples in the pond.
Midoriya began sifting through all of the ways Hamon was used in JoJo’s . Jonathan’s Zoom Punch was performed by using the breathing technique to dislocate the shoulder to extend his reach, but more importantly, it also nullified pain receptors, or increased pain tolerance at least. Hamon, was also called the Ripple, and both he and Uraraka had just seen him produce rhythmic ripples in the pond. By his own observations, Midoriya knew his breathing pattern was different than that of another person’s.
“Hey!” Uraraka cut through Midoriya’s thought process, “Even if your Quirk isn’t one hundred percent like Hamon, it’s still got loads’a things it can be used for!”
Midoriya looked up from his notes, pencil and ink smeared on his hands and chin, and thought for a second. “Well, you are right in that my Quirk and Hamon have an eerily similar set of powers and rules…” The more Midoriya thought about it, the more it felt right. It was as if something was locking into place inside him, like a pin carrying current through a circuit.
“We should totally train together! Working together’s better’n workin’ alone!” Uraraka said excitedly, “We could even experiment with more specifics of what you can do before the entrance exam!” The two stood up and began walking home, thoughts of Bakugou, and Midoriya’s insecurities, forgotten.
The two students were walking through a tunnel talking about both of their Quirks and how to best train them and use them in hero work when they heard a rumbling from a drain behind them. They paused and the rumbling stopped.
“Weird…” Midoriya thought aloud, “A-anyways, these are a pair of sunglasses my dad got me when I was little before he left to work at a support equipment firm in the States, they block UV radiation completely and reduce the intensity of bright lights without impairing vision. Pretty neat, huh?”
Midoriya took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and unfolded the arms, showing them off. They weren’t unlike the sunglasses Uraraka had seen in a lot of memes or simplistic drawings: small, dark glasses that gave off a sharp glare on its surface.
“Woah, cool,” Uraraka said, “Hey, that could be pretty useful. There’s a chance that your Quirk could release some UV radiation.”
Midoriya slipped them on, and before he could respond he and Uraraka were startled by a sudden explosion of rubble and dust. “Perfect! I’ll be able to steal your body and escape this city before All Might or another hero catches me. Now be a good little flesh sack and let me steal your appearance!” the wall of what appeared to be sludge said. “ It's odd All Might hasn't tried chasing me yet, but maybe it's just my lucky day, haha!”
From inside the tunnel, Midoriya and Uraraka were on the ground in shock. Up ahead at the end of the tunnel, the sludge villain had captured the skinny man he bumped into earlier that day, the one with the groceries he bumped into. Midoriya and Uraraka reached for their phones to call for help, but Midoriya had no service and Uraraka's phone was dead.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Midoriya what’re we gonna do?” Uraraka was looking around for anyone that could be nearby to help.
But Midoriya wasn't really paying attention to Uraraka, the gears we're turning in his head as he muttered aloud quietly, “Well, if our theory that my Quirk is highly similar to Hamon from JoJo’s is correct, that would mean water and other liquids are highly conductive of the electricity-like sparks that are emitted whenever I breathe properly, and if what we saw earlier when I dried my notebook is consistent, then I may be able to incapacitate the villain…” Midoriya trailed off as Uraraka leaned in closer in a trance to listen, then slammed his fist into an open palm, “Uraraka!”
“W-what?” Uraraka asked startled out of her stupor, “What do ya need me t’do?”
“I need you to make me weightless, throw me at the villain, then return my weight when I'm above the villain.”
“But that's crazy! What if ya get hurt?”
“It's not like we can sit around and do nothing, Uraraka! No one is around to help us or that guy, we need to do something to stall for time at least!”
Meanwhile, outside the tunnel, All Might could see the two children from that morning arguing with one another about whether or not they should do anything. He wanted so badly to just tell them to run away and that they had nothing to worry about, but he was struggling to breathe much less activate his Quirk. The words of his colleagues echoed in his mind, You need to find a successor at some point, you can't keep going forever.
I knew I shouldn't have burnt myself out for today… I'll just have to go beyond… plus…
Blackness.
Uraraka sighed, “I get dibs on your glasses if this doesn't work, Midoriya.”
Midoriya shrugged it off, “We're gonna apply to be heroes, Uraraka, how could call ourselves that if we don't even try to save that guy? Now launch me, we don't have time to lose!”
Uraraka removed Midoriya’s weight and threw him with all her might, “You better come back alive, Midoriya, I don't plan on applyin’ alone!”
Midoriya shot through the air at the villain and the man, who was now unconscious, “Let that man go!” he yelled as he threw his bag at the villain’s eye. The sludge villain recoiled reflexively before refocusing on the teenager above him.
Uraraka had been running to catch up and put her fingers together, muttering a quick “Release!” between breaths as she ran. Midoriya dropped down on top of the villain and slowly began sinking into his form. He raised his right arm and chopped downwards aiming his fingers nails-first into the sludge, his hand engulfed in sparks and trailing lightning.
“SUNLIGHT STAKE OVERDRIVE!”
The second his fingers made contact with the villain, charged sludge shot out in every direction and a bolt of lightning-like energy struck the contact point, enveloping Midoriya’s forearm, dropping Midoriya and the man to the ground. Uraraka finally caught up, breathing heavily with her hands on her knees, “Damn… didn’t… even… get ‘ta punch th’villain…”
Midoriya chuckled and patted Uraraka’s back after getting up off the ground, unaware he was still channelling his Quirk, and Uraraka gasped, “I can breathe again! Hurrah!” She turned to Midoriya, “And would’ya lookit that, ya already got a signature move, huh?”
Midoriya flushed, “ Oh, I mean… It just came to me?” He rushed over to the man and propped him up on a nearby bench. “Uraraka? Do you mind watching over him? I’m gonna see if I can detain the villain inside this empty water bottle.
“Yeah, no problem Midoriya!”
When All Might came to, he was sitting on a bench next to the young girl from earlier, and the young boy was sprinting about glowing gold with several water bottles in hand, and the villain nowhere in sight. He looked around worriedly, wondering where the villain could have gone.
“Oh! You're awake sir!” the girl said, a very slight accent underneath her voice. She turned toward the boy who was running about and called out to him, “Midoriya! The man is awake!”
All Might was still worried, “W-where’s the villain that was attacking me? Did a hero save me? Did he get away?”
The girl put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, with a pinky raised, “Don’t worry about it, mister, there's nothing to worry about!” And she smiled.
Midoriya reached the two with an armful of water bottles filled with a strange green liquid, and was breathing a little heavily, “Glad to see you are awake, I just finished containing the villain in these water bottles that were laying around,” he held up one that had part of the villain’s face in it, “ We should probably head to the police station together to turn him in and also give some statements.”
The girl furrowed her eyebrows, “But won’t’chya get in trouble fer vigilantism? You used your Quirk on that villain…”
“Don't worry, Uraraka! If anything they'll probably let me off with a warning and some community service hours and a stern lecture about leaving it to the pros. It's still worth it,” Midoriya responded with a shrug, “You should come with us too, mister…?”
“You can call me Mr. Yagi, Young Midoriya. And my thanks to you and your friend’s quick thinking, I’m sure you two would make a fine hero team in the future!” All Might answered with a hearty laugh. Uraraka furrowed her eyebrows in thought, That laugh sounds familiar… Oh well, I'll ask Midoriya about it later.
The two began walking toward the station, talking about their day. Apparently, Mr. Yagi had been walking home from grocery shopping when the villain suddenly came out of the sewage drain below the bridge tunnel the three of them were in. Uraraka widened her eyes as a thought struck her, and she looked at Midoriya, “Hey! You gotta update your Quirk on the registry now that you know what it really does!”
“Oh, yeah, you're right Uraraka!” Midoriya said, “I guess I do have to ask Mom to do that, huh.”
“What it really does…? Do you mind telling me what you mean?” Mr. Yagi tilted his head in confusion.
“You ever watched JoJo’s before Mr. Yagi?” Midoriya asked. Mr. Yagi shook his head.
Before Midoriya could start muttering, Uraraka ushered him along and began explaining herself, “Basically, he uses a specific technique for controlled breathing to channel and emit energy that can be used to enhance his own capabilities or the properties of other things or people, and it can be used for some pretty wacky stuff, like healing from an injury or weaponizing spaghetti. But, we only found out earlier this afternoon that that's the true nature of his Quirk. Midoriya's been bullied over how his Quirk was essentially useless and only enhanced his breathing, so he never really bothered to explore what it could do.”
“I see…” Mr. Yagi replied, “Well, it's a good thing you found out now! You kids have quite a ways away until the entrance exam for U.A. You can use this time to train and experiment with your Quirks, responsibly that is.”
“Yeah! I've already got so many notes…” Midoriya drifted off into a storm of words under his breath, thinking through all the different ways he and Uraraka could use their Quirks alone and in tandem. Uraraka held her head in her hand, “Well, it was an effort… Midoriya here tends to think aloud and lose sense of what's going on around him when he's like this, at least from what I could tell from school 'n all.”
“You two just recently met?” Mr. Yagi asked as he watched Uraraka steer the boy to make sure he didn't walk into the street unawares.
“Yeah, he helped me get away from some bullies abusing their Quirks the other day, even before he knew what his Quirk could do,” Uraraka answered.
“Ha ha! You could’ve fooled me. I was thinking you were childhood friends!” Mr. Yagi chortled.
The three of them were walking on the sidewalk when they passed an alleyway. It was a pretty quiet day for the most part, aside from the villain attack, so naturally that was when everything went to shit. They were a few minutes from the police station too…
“Hey guys, look! Deku's so useless he needs someone to steer him around!” A voice from the alleyway jeered. “And what's with those weird bottles?”
“Shut up, your insults are shit,” Bakugou said, annoyed. Bakugou turned to Midoriya and asked, “The fuck you think you're doing there, Deku?” Midoriya stopped in his tracks and looked at Bakugou in the eyes. For so long, he'd followed in Bakugou’s footsteps, admired his confidence and strength, even believed that he would be one of the greatest heroes to run the streets of Japan.
“Taking a villain to the police, Bakugou ,” Midoriya answered, “I don't have time to deal with you right now, maybe later.”
There was an awkward silence between the two groups. Only the sounds of the afternoon traffic and chatter could be heard, the occasional crinkle of trash as stray animals foraged for food in dumpsters. Bakugou's eye twitched, a few pops and crackles from his palms before he finally exploded. Midoriya never referred to him as anything but Kacchan. Did he think he was hot shit for taking a few bottles of gunk to the police? That he can just break the status quo?
“Who the fuck do you think you are, Deku? Looking down on me? Huh?” He lunged for Midoriya, who dropped the bottles to defend himself, “FUCK YOU!”
But the explosion never landed. The bottle containing the villain’s face broke open and suddenly the sludge inside surged forth. Bakugou's friends lunged out of the way and quickly ran to get help, and Midoriya, Uraraka, and Mr. Yagi were blown back out to the sidewalk while the sludge tackled Bakugou.
“Aaah… Yes. Give me your body, kid, I can make good use of your Quirk to get outta here,” the villain said as he began to absorb Bakugou into his body. He twisted around and about to avoid having his eyes clipped by an explosion.
“A feisty one, aren’t you?” The villain chuckled as sludge extended outward from the main body and restrained Bakugou’s arms, aiming them away and toward the walls of the alley. Explosions began to blast out uncontrollably. The litter and trash in the alleyway caught fire as the explosions increased in frequency, Bakugou trying in vain to blast the viscous villain’s body off of him. A crowd began to gather as some nearby heroes assessed the situation. Concerned chatter and whispers flooded the city block as the crowd grew. Three pro heroes were on the scene, and they did not make a move to help. They couldn’t risk more lives and the life of a boy taken hostage. They, too, stood as helpless as the citizens around them.
“The alleyway is too small for me to work in,” Mt. Lady complained, “I’d end up either crushing bystanders, or punching holes into the buildings here.”
“The fire puts me at too much risk to be helpful…” Kamui Woods muttered, “If only we had a way to extinguish the fires and stop that boy’s explosions.”
“He even has a kid hostage…” a third pro pointed out. Midoriya wasn’t too familiar with this one, possibly a newer up-an-coming hero as well.
Midoriya burst through the crowd and faced the villain on his own this time. He took a deep breath and his hand sparked with the same golden glow as before. He adjusted his sunglasses and took one of his hairs to supercharge with his Quirk.
“Get back, kid, you don’t know what this villain is capable of!” one of the heroes shouted.
Midoriya ignored the warning. He already fought this villain earlier, though Bakugou was going to make it difficult. He thought back to their childhood days as he walked forward, the hair hardening and straightening as it became more and more charged.
Bakugou had fallen off a log and into the creek below. Midoriya had rushed down to offer him a helping hand.
A spear of channeled sunlight grew in his hand. Midoriya locked eyes with Bakugou as the sludge villain screamed at him to stay away. Fires crackled and bricks cracked under the explosive force.
“Here, I’ll help you up, Kacchan.” Midoriya had said, but Bakugou batted his hand away and got up himself, saying he didn’t need any help.
And Bakugou had that same angry look in his eyes as he did when they were kids. Midoriya launched his lightning spear, like a javelin, at the villain’s eye and began sprinting.
“SUNLIGHT SPEAR OVERDRIVE!”
“That won’t work on me again, kid!” And the villain grabbed and threw a dumpster to intercept the spear. Midoriya dodged and grabbed Bakugou’s hand.
“Come on!” He yelled.
In the crowd, Mr. Yagi clenched his fists and began steaming. Twice this young boy — no, man — fought the fight that he should have instead, and twice he put himself in danger. Uraraka looked up at the man in worry. She, too, began to step forward to help as she watched Midoriya fend off attack after attack, but felt Mr. Yagi’s arm block her.
“You two will make fine heroes in the future, but there’s no need to worry now. I am here.” Uraraka’s eyes widened in realization as the man before her swelled up and shot forth.
“There is no need to worry, my boys, for I am here! ” All Might bellowed as he landed in the alleyway. With one punch, All Might blew the villain back and grabbed Midoriya and Bakugou before they even fell to the ground. Grabbing the water bottles Midoriya had earlier, he quickly recaptured the villain and left it to the police and other heroes on the scene to take care of. “ Haha, thank you, young man, for stalling, but try not to jump into an altercation like that unless you’ve got a license, eh? I’d best be off before the paparazzi get a hold of me, goodbye!” With that, All Might had disappeared as quickly as he’d shown up.
Midoriya adjusted his bag’s shoulder strap and tried to walk away from the scene, but was stopped by some of the Pro Heroes.
“While it’s a great thing that you helped save that boy, you shouldn’t make it a habit of engaging in vigilantism. Leave it to the Pros next time,” one of them scolded.
Midoriya nodded and apologized quickly and made his way out of the crowd before the crowd got larger. Uraraka walked up beside him and they fell into step with each other. The boy sighed, “I wonder how we should go about training… What do you think, Uraraka?”
“A lot happened today Midoriya, let’s think about it tomorrow,” she shrugged.
Midoriya stopped in his tracks as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Uraraka turned to ask him what was wrong, when he turned the nearby alleyway in a strange trance as they were about to walk past on the way home.
“Next you’re going to say, ‘ Why hello there. ” Aren’t you, Mr. Yagi?” Midoriya pointed into the alleyway, a sparkling line dancing at his fingertip.
Mr. Yagi walked out of the alleyway, and greeted the two children. “Why hello th— Wait, how’d you know I was in there?”
Uraraka broke down laughing, “Oh m-my god, Midoriya,” she snorted, “At this poin’ I might, might hafta c-call ya Joseph Joestar! Haha!”
Midoriya snapped out of his blank stare and looked around, “Oh! Mr. Yagi! Nice to see you’re okay!”
“Likewise, Young Midoriya,” Mr. Yagi nodded, “I’m on my way home, mind if I join?”
Midoriya shook his head and the three of them continued on their way to their homes. Uraraka sobered up and wiped a tear from her eye. Midoriya took out a bottle of Sunny D and popped the cap open. Uraraka looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “Y’know those things’ren’t healthy fer ya? Lotsa sugars ‘n things in it.”
“Yeah… but I like the taste. I could go for a burger tonight for dinner, toasted buns just give it that satisfying crunch, y’know?” Midoriya said, “My dad works in support gear, but he’s a real good cook — apparently he got the opportunity to learn from Gordon Ramsey.”
A pigeon flew down and landed in Midoriya’s hair and turned its head toward Mr. Yagi, who nervously pointed to it, “That pigeon’s looking at me weird.”
“Speakin’ of weird, I got some suspicions’ ‘bout you, Mr. Yagi…” Uraraka started, “You were steamin’ while Midoriya was fightin’ that villain again, and you disappeared right as All Might showed up. And you laugh like ‘im, too.”
They stopped walking.
“What do you mean, Uraraka?” Midoriya asked, the pigeon on his head cocked its head to the side before jumping down to rest in one of the side pockets on Midoriya’s backpack. Midoriya glanced down at the bird, “Maybe I’ll ask Mom if I can keep you as a pet,” he muttered to himself. He turned back to Uraraka then looked at Mr. Yagi, “What’s she talking about, Mr. Yagi?”
Mr. Yagi sighed, “Well, I was going to tell you anyway because I had something to ask you about, but you both must promise to never speak of this to anyone else anytime, anywhere. Got it?”
Both children nodded. The setting sun colored the sky a soft peach-gold, and a pigeon flew off into the sky, much to Mr. Yagi’s relief. Midoriya let out a small, “Aw man,” as the bird flew off.
Mr. Yagi brought the two children over to a nearby bench and motioned for them to take a seat. He lifted his shirt slightly to show them the ugly, knotted scar on his abdomen. “A few years back I was seriously injured in a fight with a very powerful and dangerous villain—”
“The one with Toxic Chainsaw?” Midoriya interjected. Mr. Yagi laughed, “You know your stuff, but no. This was a different fight. One that was kept out of the press. As a result my respiratory system and stomach were irreparably damaged.”
“What do you two know of my Quirk’s nature?” Mr. Yagi suddenly asked, as he puffed up into the form he was known for before transforming back into his true form.
Midoriya pulled out his notebook, quickly going every note he’s taken on interviews mentioning All Might’s Quirk, forum posts, and his own observations. “Well, many suggest that it’s simply a very powerful, but simple strength-enhancing Quirk, but compared to other strength-enhancing Quirks, yours is vastly different in strength and precision. And in interviews where you’re asked about your Quirk, you always dodge the question with some sort of joke and move on.”
“You do your homework, huh?” Mr. Yagi responded, “Well, you are partially correct. It is a strength-enhancing Quirk, but that’s not all that it is. It’s a Quirk that’s been passed down for generations, and exponentially grows its strength with every person that cultivates it. And from what my previous mentor had taught me, it also enhanced the very nature of the Quirk that the holder has, should they have one. Otherwise it’s just a very powerful strength Quirk.”
Uraraka and Midoriya looked at each other than back at Mr. Yagi. Uraraka asked, “What d’ya mean, ‘passed down’? Quirks can’t be passed from person ta person directly.”
“That is precisely why my Quirk is such a closely guarded secret, only very few people know about it. The very idea that Quirks can be transferred would send society into a frenzy,” Mr. Yagi explained, “But let me get straight to the point: I need a successor. My injury prevents me from using my Quirk for more than three hours a day. You both would make amazing heroes, but your display of selflessness and heroism today not once, but twice , Midoriya, has convinced me that I want you to be my successor. I will take it upon myself to train both of you together.”
Midoriya and Uraraka dropped their jaws and sat in silent shock. The evening sun was setting lower and lower as the shadow Mr. Yagi cast grew longer and longer.
“You’re… gonna train us?” Uraraka finally asked.
“You want me… to be your successor?” Midoriya’s eyes widened, “Me?”
“My children, you both can — no I’m sure you’ll both become amazing heroes,” Mr. Yagi said firmly, “But this is your decision to make. You can become fine heroes without my training and without my Quirk. You’ve saved me and a boy today.”
“I accept!” they both shouted simultaneously, jumping up from their seat, “When do we start?”
Mr. Yagi puffed up and let out a hearty laugh before erupting in a cloud of steam and spitting out blood, “Haha! That’s what I like to see! Meet me at Dagobah Municipal Park Beach at 7 A.M. tomorrow morning. I must be off now to do the more mundane part of being a hero: paperwork.” Mr. Yagi added the last bit with exaggerated disdain.
“Wait!” Midoriya said, “Before you go, is it okay if I tell my mom and dad? And shouldn’t we get your contact number to communicate?”
“Oh, right, yes. Here you go,” Mr. Yagi jotted down his number down in Midoriya’s notebook, “And I’m sure your parents should know, just make sure they don’t tell anyone else. Got it?”
“Thank you, All Might!”
Midoriya and Uraraka bowed and began walking home. As they were walking, a raspy voice called out to them, “Deku! Don’t think I owe you shit for ‘saving’ me! That was all All Might, got it?”
Midoriya and Uraraka turned around. The latter started to roll up her sleeves before Midoriya put his arm out in front of her, sending a silent message of It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Midoriya called back, “Of course, Kacchan!”
The blonde scoffed and turned around, making his way home.
The sky was dark when they got to their apartment building, and Inko rushed out to greet them, embracing Izuku tightly. After she gathered herself, she offered to have Uraraka over for dinner to talk about what happened that day.
“Oh, Izuku, I was so worried when I saw you and your friend on the news earlier! And you were gone for a while…” Inko said, her eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself, I’m Inko Midoriya, Izuku’s mother!” the mother greeted, turning to Uraraka. “Ochako Uraraka, ma’am. Nice t’meetcha,” she bowed. Uraraka and Izuku followed Inko indoors and set their bags down by a table in the foyer and took off their shoes. Izuku could smell the savory scent of katsudon and burgers grilling.
“Mmmm… katsudon and burgers, my favorite!” Izuku said, “My mom’s a really good cook, you’ll love her food!”
Uraraka chuckled, “Burgers?” She scratched at the back of her neck, “Your ma’s into western cuisine?”
Internally, Uraraka was at conflict with herself. She promised herself she wouldn’t take a free handout from anyone, and that she’d always pay for her food, her belongings, and anything else she was going to get herself. She didn’t want to be a burden on others when it came to money, no matter how trivial it seemed to the person offering. At the same time, however, it wasn’t like Inko and Midoriya were spending extra money to serve her food they didn’t already have, and it would be rude to refuse.
Uraraka was shaken out of her thoughts when Izuku answered her, “Oh yeah, so my dad’s actually from America and holds a dual citizenship for here and there. His parents were huge weebs according to him, and gave him a Japanese first name and asked that he took my mom’s name instead. I get my eyes from him and he is really good at cooking anything that isn’t Filipino or Japanese for some reason. Great burgers that don’t get soggy — very satisfying to crunch through the buns’ edges—,” Izuku stopped abruptly and stared at the wall behind Uraraka blankly, “Your next line is: ‘Crunch through the bu— What?’”
“Crunch through the bu— What?” Uraraka was startled, “How’d ya do that?”
Izuku shook his head, “Do what?” He looked around, and asked, “Did something happen?”
“I’m startin’ ta think your Quirk might actually be Hamon…” Uraraka said, “You predicted my next line again, but you started starin’ off int’a space.”
“Bet you that part also comes from my dad, it took him a while to get used to reading from right to left instead of left to right,” Izuku joked, “Well, dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, let’s go tell my mom what happened.”
Inko looked across at her son and his friend sitting awkwardly together at the other end of the table. She set her chopsticks down and raised an eyebrow — she knew Izuku was awkward, a trait he inherited from Hisashi, but this wasn’t the social awkwardness she was used to seeing; it was as if Izuku was a little kid again feeling guilty for breaking a cup or something and unable to come out and say it — and she asked, “Is there something you two need to tell me? Have you two been dating in secret?” She added the last question teasingly, hoping to lighten the tension.
Izuku flushed immediately and waved his hands animatedly, “Wh— No! I just met Uraraka yesterday !”
“A day and you’re having her over for dinner?” His mother questioned, “A day and you’re already seemingly close friends?”
“ You invited her for dinner, Mom!” Izuku responded exasperatedly. “But it’s something else that we need to tell you about,” Izuku said more seriously. Inko straightened in her seat to listen.
Uraraka and Izuku both recanted everything that happened since class had ended that day, including their encounter with All Might right before arriving at the Midoriya apartment, and his offer.
Izuku expected his mom to burst into a deluge of tears, both he and his mother were susceptible to their strong emotions, but Inko was simply stunned into a silent shock.
She inhaled. Then exhaled.
“While I’m ecstatic that you found out that your Quirk is more than what we and the doctors initially thought it to be and even more so excited that All Might of all heroes has taken an interest in both of you, much less having rescued him from a villain…” Inko paused to gather herself, then screamed shrilly, “What, exactly, were you thinking going to fight a villain on your own?”
Tears were streaming down Inko’s face at this point as she rushed around the table to hug her son tightly. Uraraka stood to the side, feeling out of place as she witnessed what she felt like shouldn’t have been seen by anyone else. As if she were intruding on them. She had only met Izuku yesterday.
Izuku placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes as best he could through his own tears. “You know what I was thinking, Mom,” he whispered, “You know I can’t stand by watching people need help only to not get it when they need it most.”
“I know…” Inko remembered all the evenings and afternoons when Izuku would come home covered in scrapes and bruises and burns, all because he would try to stop Bakugou from bullying others. Injuries were much more scarce, since Inko had enrolled Izuku in a self-defense martial arts class, but she would always worry. It was a mother’s job, after all.
“So is it okay? All Might training me as his successor?” Izuku asked.
“As long as his teachings keep you safe, and teaches you to moderate your martyr complex, yes. You can’t be a hero to smile in the face of adversity for others if you’re dead, Izuku,” Inko added shakily.
Uraraka coughed into her fist, “Thank you for the dinner Mrs. Midoriya, but I think it’s best I get back to my apartment. See ya tomorrow morning, Midoriya!”
Before Uraraka got out of her chair to leave, Inko said, “You can call me Inko, dear. Izuku, could you do the dishes tonight? I’m going to call your father to tell him about all this — don’t worry I’ll make sure he keeps it all secret too.”
Midoriya woke up the next day and grabbed a blue pullover hoodie and pulled on some running shorts. He also put on his sunglasses and grabbed a crimson scarf for the morning chill. He put together a small sandwich quickly and put on his shoes, making sure to grab his bag on the way out. Today was the day he would begin his training with Mr. Yagi, more commonly known by his hero persona: All Might. Uraraka was waiting outside in a pink hoodie and black leggings.
“Mornin’ Midoriya,” she greeted, “What’s with the scarf?”
“It was an old gift from my grandma,” he explained, “Thought it might be a bit chilly this morning if we’re gonna be meeting All Might at the beach. Plus I’ve been getting some ideas of how to apply my Quirk from JoJo’s .”
Uraraka chuckled as they started walking. The quiet hustle and bustle of the city began to pick up as people made their morning commutes. “I can see it now, Midoriya. Midoriya, the JoJo Hero ,” Uraraka joked, gesturing wildly as if showing off a large plot of land to potential buyers, “ This hero could fit so many references in his fights .”
“Ha ha, Uraraka,” Midoriya responded, “Well, the beach should just be around the corner.” He and Uraraka stood at the top of some stairs leading down to the beach below. To her left and right, Uraraka could see mountains upon mountains of trash, discarded appliances, car chassis, and various other bits and chunks of scrap.
“Some beach park, why would anyone wanna come here?” Uraraka grumbled, “And who’d throw away all this scrap like that?”
“A lot of the locals kinda just leave stuff here and no one bothers trying to clean it up,” Midoriya shrugged, “You dabble in forging or something?”
“A little. My pa got me into it a few years ago, makin’ things out of scrap can be pretty useful. Spend less for certain things ya could make yerself y’know?”
Where the ocean met the sand, All Might was waiting for the two children expectantly. “Good morning, children!” He greeted, motioning for them to come closer.
“Good morning, Mr. Yagi!” They called back as they made their way down the stairs. The sun was making its way up in the sky, changing its color for a dark gray-blue to a more sky-blue color.
“So let’s not dilly-dally, kids. I asked that you come here today for your training so that you could clean up this here beach!” All Might explained, deflating in the middle of his exposition. “I figured that it would be a great way to build your physical fitness up, while also benefiting the community as well!”
Midoriya paled slightly, “Move all of this? Even with the help of Uraraka’s Quirk I’m not sure I’ll be able to move most of this to make a difference. I’m not exactly the strongest person.”
“Then use your own Quirk to aid you, Young Midoriya. Do what it takes to go beyond Plus Ultra!” All Might said with a fist pump, shifting to his Hero form briefly, “I wanted to get an assessment of how you both utilize your Quirks, as well as get a closer look at how physically fit you already are. But, not to worry! I’ve put together personalized fitness programs and diets for both of you to follow closely starting after today’s training. Now hop to it kids! But I would recommend using your Quirk as little as possible unless we are doing Quirk training, after today Young Uraraka.”
Midoriya took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and began to focus his breathing. A golden light began dancing around his forearms as his Hamon manifested itself. Maintaining his breathing, he began dragging a refrigerator across the sand toward the stairs. Going off of what he had remembered when reading the JoJo’s manga, he figured properly channeled Hamon would give him a strength and pain tolerance boost. The golden sparks began to jump and emanate from the fridge as well, and then into the sand below. And the fridge became easier to slide across the sand. However, something felt different, like a tug in his gut as he breathed. All Might watched on with interest, while also directing Uraraka to show him the limits of her Quirk’s current weight capacity by lifting what she believed to be the heaviest she could lift.
Midoriya focused on the tugging in his gut and discovered there to be what seemed like some sort of energy reserve. Odd… This wasn’t in the manga or anime. Then again, my Quirk isn’t necessarily a carbon copy of the power Araki wrote about — that’d be kinda strange. Maybe there’s an energy reserve I can pull on based on the quality of my breathing?
Before he knew it, Midoriya had slid the fridge up the stairs, leaving it at a pickup area for trucks to take discarded appliances and scrap to be recycled. “What the…?” Midoriya looked around, confused, “Did I use my Hamon to enhance the mobility of the fridge or something?”
“Haha! Perhaps you did, Young Midoriya, or maybe your Quirk allows you to channel it through multiple things at once and a combination of enhanced qualities allowed you to move it with no problem!”
“I dunno Mr. Yagi, it could be more likely his Quirk affected the coefficient of friction to allow it to slide more smoothly. He couldn’t change the fridge’s mass or anythin’.”
Midoriya jumped back in shock as All Might and Uraraka seemingly materialized behind him. Uraraka chuckled, though she looked a little bit green.
“Uraraka? Are you okay?”
She waved him off, “Oh don’t worry, strained use of my Quirk only makes me a little queasy.”
All Might handed the two of them pieces of paper, “Here’s a strict guide, diet, and schedule for your guys’ training. I had to make Young Midoriya’s more intense, seeing as we need to see a larger degree of change in him, and also so that he may be able to take on my Quirk without any negative side effects. Though your Hamon’s enhancing capability may mesh extremely well with the nature of One for All.”
The two children nodded vigorously before being dismissed by the pro hero, Midoriya quickly jotting down Uraraka’s note about friction in his notebook.
All Might nodded, watching the two kids jog down the street to a nearby cafe, “Well, I guess I best meet with Nezu now.”