HEEEYYYYYY GUYS!

I'm very happy with the positive reception this fanfic has gained, especially for such a relatively small and niche area of fanfics. I can't believe that I already have 27 follows and 37 favs and its only been 2 days.

Also, for those who want a little say in the pairing for this fanfic:

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There's a poll on my profile. Though you can always review choices or picks and ill still count them!

Since I only got one review…

ONTO THE REVIEW REPLY!

HankFlamion18: Thank you for the compliments. Whether or not, Izuku gets OFA is still a secret~ and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!

NOW! ONTO THE STORY!

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Green eyes slowly blinked open to the stark white walls of a hospital room. The first thing he consciously heard was the constant beeping of a heart monitor and the gasp of a woman.

As his consciousness came back in larger and larger dredges, Izuku felt his vision clearing and the cobwebs in his head draining away as two feminine arms wrapped around his chest. Looking over to the side, he was met with a head of familiar dark green hair. Feeling the growing wetness of his bench sheets, he gave his mother a confused look, still trying to make sense of what was happening. As he hugged his mother in confusion, he could feel the memories slowly trickling back; the mall, the villain, the explosions..

The refreshing calm. The ethereal feeling power that exploded out of him, as was typical with late-bloomers, and how he had held all of the rocks in place until everything blacked out.

"M-Mum…I'm fine, please don't cry" He murmured gently, his left hand gently rubbing her back.

Though, despite his wishes, his words and actions only made her cry harder.

"Izuuuu! My sweet baby boy!" She cried while hugging him, slowly pulling back; she smiled lovingly at the small boy that was the source of all of her happiness.

"Mum?..." He murmured in confusion at seeing her tearful smile.

"You have a Quirk! You have my Quirk!" She cried happily.

Though he had remembered using a Quirk to save them and the other civilians from the rubble, hearing the words from his mothers mouth suddenly nailed home the fact that after 3 years, his Quirk had finally manifested itself. The boy could feel his Midoriya genes acting up as tears filled his eyes and he smiled brightly, the boy practically radiating light and happiness like the little ball of sunshine that he was.

"I have a Quirk!" The family of two happily hugged each other while laughing and crying, eventually being stopped by the doctor who walked in at hearing all the commotion from the room.

"It's good to see you in good health young…Midoriya" He said kindly while checking his tablet to find the right name "Despite being admitted for Quirk overuse, you were sporting quite the number of injuries. Now, since this is your first time using your Quirk, the LB (Late-Bloomer) effect may have been what damaged your body, or-" The doctor began, keeping his voice quiet and calm to try and not panic the mother and child.

"Ah! N-no. That was something else, from before the Izu-chan unlocked his Quirk" Inko said with a strained smile and twitching eye.

The doctor froze for a moment before coughing into his fist and nodding mutely, well aware of the deathly gaze from the woman; practically begging the man to accuse her of abusing her child and see how he ended up.

"I see….regardless, none of the injuries were anything permanent or threatening. They were mostly just bruises and scrapes which were all healed after you got admitted. Now, Late Bloomers have been known to experience strange side-effects with their Quirks after it surfaces, I assume you've heard this before?" He asked, getting an enthusiastic nod from the small boy "The most well known of these side-effects is the explosive activation of the Quirk-"

"Why is that?" Izuku blurted out suddenly "Why do Late Bloomers' Quirks have such strong starts? Is it to do with why they're Late Bloomers in the first place? Maybeithastodowiththe-" Izuku began to ramble to himself before snapping out of it when Inko placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Izuku. That was very rude, cutting the man off like that" She admonishes him gently.

The small telekinetic felt a shy/nervous smile light up his features as he looked up at the doctor before averting his gaze.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, sir…"

"It's quite fine" The doctor laughed lightly with a smile "It is quite refreshing to see one so young with such a strong drive to learn. As far as scientists have been able to figure out, Late Bloomers Quirks build up "power" so to say. It would be like if you had a muscle which you kept strengthening, but could never use. So once you do use it, its stronger than it otherwise should be, but after that, it weakens back down to just stronger than most after they just unlock their Quirks" The doctor then looks a bit embarrassed and scratches his cheek idly "I'm sorry about the poor comparison, but it's the best I could come up with"

"No, no" Inko replies with a shake of her head "It didn't make complete sense but I understood it just fine, so his Quirk shouldn't be as strong as it was in the Mall?"

"That's correct. It's not to say that what he showcased in the Mall is the height of his power, either. With enough practice he should easily be able to outmatch such a feat"

"How so? I know that my Quirk is supposed to be stronger than kaa-chan's, but she can only lift a few kilograms" Izuku asked while tilting his head in confusion.

"Ah, yes!" The doctor said while raising a finger and rocking on his heels "We believe that, that may be why you were a Late Bloomer. As you know, your Quirk will be stronger than your mothers, as all Quirks are. But some Quirks improve at faster rates through the generations. There's typically two "levels" of improvement: incremental, and drastic. Incremental is generally a slow power creep, with Quirks that have been passed down since the beginning of Quirks only being slightly stronger than their base versions" Here the doctor paused, seemingly to gather his thoughts "Drastic improvement, on the other hand, is just like how it sounds. This means that Quirks, like yours, are many times stronger than the parent Quirk, your mothers. A good example is the lineage of the Pro Hero: Endeavor. His family tree can be led back to a Quirk that merely lit its users hands on fire, now look at the Quirk; that's a typical example of drastic Quirk improvement"

After the doctor finished his somewhat lengthy explanation, Izuku's face was nearly split in half by his smile, and Inko's pride for her son could be felt from America.

"Anyway, now that the explaining is over. You and your son may leave whenever you'd like Mrs…"

"Midoriya" She humorously interjected.

"Midoriya!" The doctor exclaimed, trying to make it seem as if he hadn't forgot her name.

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The train ride home had been full of excitement for the family of two. The entire trip had been Izuku mumbling and happily cheering about how he could use his powers to be a Hero and what his hero name would be. Inko, for the most part, would chime in with helpful (if mundane) suggestions for uses of his power and vetoing or happily agreeing with some of his names (most of them were some form of tribute to All Might, though the few that weren't were the ones that she happened to like the most).

Once they reached their apartment, Izuku had quickly taken his shoe's off and proceeded to nearly run into the wall with how quickly to moved to his room.

"Izuku!?"

"I'm gonna practice my Quirk!" He called back happily before the sound of his door closing reverberated through the apartment.

Inko just giggled to herself before moving to the kitchen to make a snack for the both of them. While making the snack, she hummed a tune to herself, high on the infectious happiness that Izuku had practically oozed since leaving the hospital. She was broken out of her thoughts though by a knock on the door. With a spring in her step, she opened the door and was met with her best friend: Mitsuki Bakugou. Behind the ashen blonde was her husband, Masaru, and next to her was her own son's ex-best friend, Katsuki. At seeing the younger blonde, she let her gaze cool considerably before warming it back up as Mitsuki glomped her in a bear hug. She allowed herself to calm down while hugging her friend, though the moment didn't last too long.

Before Inko could fully comprehend what had happened, Mitsuki had pulled her out of the hug and was frantically checking her over for injuries of any sort. The slightly shorter woman suddenly realized that this must be what Izuku feels like when she has a worrying-episode over him.

"Mitsuki! I'm fine" She giggled with a nervous smile.

"Are you sure?.." She trailed off, her and Masaru both showing concern over their green haired friend.

"Yep!" She chirps with an enthusiastic nod of her head "Its all thanks to Izu-chan's Quirk, actually"

Katsuki froze from his mindless glowering, his head turning robotically to look at his "auntie" after she said that. As Inko retold the story to Mitsuki and Masaru, Katsuki silently stalked toward Izuku's room where he could faintly hear grunts and small impacts. Once the 7 year old boy reached Izuku's room, he flung the door open, scaring his ex-best friend from his Quirk practice.

Izuku, who had been practicing with his Quirk for the past five or so minutes, was startled out of his practice by his door swinging open abruptly. Turning his head, his wide and innocent smile melted off his face in mere moments as he saw the scowling figure of Bakugou Katsuki. He could feel the ominous dread drifting off the boy like an especially thick fog.

"So…you've been hiding a Quirk from me?"

"N-no! I haven't!- I would never!- I only unlocked it today!" Izuku nervously stammered while beginning to subtly shift away from him.

"You shitty lying nerd!" Katsuki growled while stepping forward, his palms faced upwards and sparking with explosions "Has it been fun? Laughing at me behind my back? Watching me fall for your fucking trick?" His grimace twisted into a demonic grin as he stalked closer and the explosions, despite not changing, suddenly seemed to burn hotter and glow brighter.

Izuku tried to react, tried to answer and explain the situation to the boy who had once been so kind and caring to him. But all that spiraled out of his mouth was incoherent babbling as his mind clogged up with cotton; his usual fear of the boy now unimpeded by his usual confidence boost when trying to help someone in need. Despite the bruises and injuries having been healed while he was asleep in the hospital, he could feel them ache as Katsuki placed a hot palm on the boys shoulder. His terrified mind only breaking down into further hysterics as his cotton shirt began to smoke from under the boys palm.

"So…Still find it funn-" Katsuki began, only to be interrupted by a yell.

"Bakugou Katsuki!" The boy only had a few seconds to register that it was his mothers voice before being dragged backwards by his ear.

"Ow! What the hell, you old hag!" He yelled in annoyance, but instead of his mothers usual fiery hot rebuttal like usual, her fingers tightened painfully around his ear as she dragged him back.

Turning his head as much as he could, he could see Inko glaring at him angrily enough that he felt like he was about to drop dead from the sheer weight of her gaze.

"Sorry Inko, dear. I know you really really want to talk to my son but I want to have a little chat with him myself" Mitsuki all but growled out.

Inko could still feel the anger festering underneath her skin, begging to be released and thrown around wildly at the small 7 year old (Which she did feel somewhat guilty about, don't get her wrong). But she knew that whatever she would do or say to Katsuki would pale in comparison to what Mitsuki would do, so she allowed the two to leave the house without a fuss. Though, internally, she did feel a bit glad to know that Mitsuki wasn't condoning her sons behavior; and until now had very likely not known about his bullying of Izuku and other kids.

"Oh shit! Crap! Fuck!" Masaru babbled while curling his fingers in his spiky brown hair and pulling frantically as he looked between Izuku and where his wife and son had gone "Inko. You have to understand- I, i-I mean we- we wouldn't! H-how could?- Izuku, im so sorry. Fuck! Why did Katsuki- why would he think?-" The grown man began to babble to himself.

Despite her anger at his son, Inko couldn't hold Katsuki's actions against Masaru even if she tried; especially not with a reaction like this. And in between trying to calm her son down from his slight anxiety attack, and watching Masaru have a meltdown in the doorway, she couldn't help but feel a small tidbit of amusement at the occasional swears; knowing that, that was entirely Mitsuki's influence on her husband.

"Masaru. Masaru!" She called out, managing to snap the man out of his panicked ramblings "Please. Could you grab some tea? Or something to drink? Even just water is fine"

The patriarch of the Bakugou family took a shuddering breath and nodded, walking out of the room and leaving Inko and Izuku alone in his room.

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Katsuki looked at his mother in confusion as they entered the house by themselves, his wimp of a dad being left at Deku's house. Despite everything he had said and done on the short drive home, even the things said specifically to get a rise from her, she had not reacted in the slightest. Once they had pulled up at their house, Mitsuki had stomped around the car and yanked the door open. Katsuki couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips as he was pulled out of the vehicle but upon realizing what was happening, snapped a burning glare on his mother and trying to dig his feet into the asphalt; with little success.

"I'm not a fucking brat" He snarls angrily at his mother "I can walk by my goddamn self"

"You are a little fucking brat!" Mitsuki snaps while beginning to unlock the door, the sheer anger in her voice stops the 7 year old cold "If you're going to act like that. Treat people so callously despite what I and your father have tried to teach you. Then you are a little fucking brat, and you'll continue to be one until you prove otherwise" After she says that, the door unlocks and she pulls him into the house before slamming the door shut.

She lets go of him so that he stumbles into the couch, righting himself to glare at his mother who glares right back with double the intensity.

"We've let you get away with quite a bit Katsuki. We spoil you and help you with whatever you want. But after seeing what you did today, at seeing Izu-chan's reaction to what you did today? That's all going out the window, mister. Be prepared to face hell, because you are already on thin-fucking-ice. And for every similar incident we find out about, things are going to get so. Much. Worse." She growls, her words not a threat, but a promise.

With that said, she moved her face away from his and began to walk up the stairs.

"Hey! Where are you going!?" Katsuki asked while standing up, his mother not replying as she disappeared at the turn in the stairs "Hey!"

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It had been over a week since the incident with Katsuki and Izuku, for the entire week the volatile blonde had been kept away from Izuku by all three parents. It hadn't been that hard either, Inko had kept Izuku home from school while she worked on mountains of paperwork that Masaru had helped her acquire. Meanwhile Mitsuki and Masaru (but mostly Mitsuki) had kept a vigilant eye on their son who, ever since his mother had actually grounded him, had been frothing at the mouth. The 7 year old had tried to pull every trick in the book to stop his mother from "unfairly" punishing him. Every single one had failed, and every single one made him angrier. Now he was at the point that he was so angry that he basically got away with whatever he wanted at school due to the sheer fear that he placed in everyone (not that either of his parents knew that). Now though, all the paperwork had been filed, everything was ready. The Midoriya family was now officially prepared to move out of Musutafu, and the Shizuoka prefecture all together. Inko had managed to find and get a good job in the Saitama prefecture, it actually paid more than her current job. With the help of Masaru and Mitsuki (who had been trying to help Inko and Izuku as much as possible to make up for their sons actions) she had also managed to find a decent house, and actual HOUSE, to buy.

"You ready Izu-chan?" She asked her son softly, the boy looking back at their old apartment sadly.

"Yeah….It feels, sorta weird, you know?" He mumbled while turning back to look at her.

The elder greenette crouched down and gently wrapped her arms around Izuku's neck, one hand resting on the back of his curly bush of hair.

"Oh, sweetie…I know. Trust me, I know. But this is a good thing" She said enthusiastically while still keeping her voice low "We have a house, ill be making more money than ever" She pauses for a moment and her smile melts into one more of melancholy than anything else "And you can start over, in a place where no one will call you Quirkless. Where you can make some real friends" Izuku gives her a soft smile in return.

"I promise ill make the greatest friends ever" He says, hoping he comes across as confident and optimistic enough.

"Im sure you will" She giggles lightly before standing up "And once you do, I can show them all your baby photos~"

"Kaa-chan!"

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"Now everyone welcome our new student: Izuku Midoriya" The teacher called out, letting Izuku know that it was his time to enter the classroom.

With a deep, calming breath, he slid the door open and tried to walk to the front of the class as confidently as he could. Which still looked like he was trying to curl up into a tiny ball.

"M-My *ahem* My name i-is Izuku Midoriya. M-My Quirk is Telekinesis" He stutters, a few students smile at him; but most of them just regard him neutrally.

"Alright, Midoriya, you can sit in the empty seat up there. In the back left corner" The teacher instructs lazily.

The green haired boy shyly nods and scampers to the desk in question noticing all the students around him beginning to whisper to each other while looking at him and the boy to his right, who wasn't talking to anybody and was glaring at all the other kids. Once Izuku sat down and grabbed his books and stationary out, he turned to the boy next to him and noted his appearance.

The boy had messy purple hair which seemed to defy gravity and had an almost slicked back look to it. He had purple eyes with some light bags underneath them and was currently staring at him out of the corner of his eyes. So, drawing upon all of his enthusiasm and all of his confidence he stuck his hand out.

'And you can start over, in a place where no one will call you Quirkless. Where you can make some real friends'

"Hi! I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

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AAAAAAND DONE!

Chapter 2 is officially finished! And I even managed to finish this before Christmas as well, didn't think it was going to happen between my work and unpacking, but here we are!

Actually, I didn't have any plans to write anything until after Christmas, or possibly even New Years. But luckily for you guys, I happened to notice one of my favourite fanfics of all time got updated and it lit a creative fire underneath me. The fanfic in question is "Hero Class: Civil Warfare" and the sequel which I found out was released "Hero Class: Danger Days".

HCCW: /works/14446512/chapters/33370263

HCDD: /works/16774699/chapters/39362530

There you guys are!

Also, I've made a Discord, so if any of you guys wanna join and yell at me for being lazy and reading fanfics all day instead of writing them, go right on ahead (Its one of the reasons I actually made the discord xP)

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There you are, that's a never ending link to join my discord, go nuts XD

Anyway, I've just finished this on the 23rd Dec so hopefully I can get it out before Christmas, but if I can't…oh well.

Merry Christmas to you all! And I hope you enjoyed!

Adios!