Here's the first chapter. Has a few time skips in it, I didn't want to focus too much on the pre-course or academy.

Izuku wiped his face clean of sweat, a quiet sigh escaping him as he stared at the timer. 13 minutes and 23 seconds. Not his best two mile run, but not his worst. He was at least in the upper twenty five percentile on runs, though he often shot for higher. He jotted down in his mental notebook to adjust his diet, he needed to stop drinking so much energy drinks.

"Izuku!" The teen glanced over at the source of the voice, a smile tugging at his lips as one of his friends waved him over. "We're going to the mess hall, wanna come with?" Izuku's eyes caught sight of a man in a tan coat behind his friend, his eyes widening slightly before returning to normal.

He smiled to hide it, answering his friend quickly. "Go on without me, I need to shower first. I'll meet you guys there after, though," He responded, laughing quietly at the whining his answer produced. They separated after bidding farewells, the green haired boy looking at the man after his friends were out of sight. "Mr. Naomasa."

Izuku's curt greeting gave the man a pause, but he let it go with a short chuckle. "You don't seem too pleased to see me, Izuku." He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah, his greeting wasn't the most friendly, was it?

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you. I'm not a big fan of surprises."

"Understandable, given your circumstances." Izuku frowned. "Ah, but that's not what I'm here for. How are things going? You've been enrolled here for over a year now, right?" He had. A year and four months, actually, but he felt the specifics weren't really important. The time had shown, too. His hair was still a curly mess, but he wasn't as lean as he had been before. He had grown a couple of inches, too, which was definitely nice.

"Yeah. It's going fine, I've been kept busy thanks to the curriculum and physical training." The detective nodded, his eyes glancing him over quickly. Izuku shuffled, uncomfortable with the gaze, but knowing it wasn't anything bad. He was probably just surprised at his growth, or something.

Mr. Naomasa nodded again, smiling at the younger male as he stepped up next to him. Despite the growth spurt, Izuku still only reached up to his chin, much to his chagrin. "How about you show me around campus? I haven't been here in years, I'm curious about what's changed."

"Uh, sure…" Izuku replied, put off by the request. What's with the sudden interest? They started walking, his feet instinctively taking him in the direction of the dormitories. "Why did you come visit, Mr. Naomasa? You said you came here for a reason, but you didn't say what."

"Astute, Izuku." The man chuckled, tilting his hat in recognition. "I see the training here has been useful." Deciding to get the point, he cleared his throat. "You just recently turned 16, yes? That means you can transfer to the academy next year after the semester. Are you still considering that route?"

The green haired teen pursed his lips, eyes looking around at the other students taking a stroll about campus. His hesitation wasn't unnoticed, however. "I understand throwing your desire to be a hero away is rough, even more so to settle with something that isn't as glamorous or-"

"It's not that, Mr. Naomasa. I… I still do want to be a hero, yeah, but," Izuku shrugged, looking over at the detective with firm eyes. "I understand the necessity of me doing this. I wouldn't be able to emplace justice chasing that dream." He looked back forward, putting his hands in his sweatpant pockets. "I'm going to attend the Police Academy."

He knew other paths were open to him from this institution. Military, private sectors, security - other agencies that could give him more money or fame than being a cop could. But they wouldn't give him the opportunity to save people, not like what the force would provide. "I just…" He trailed off, looking down at the ground.

Mr. Naomasa laughed softly, placing a gentle hand on Izuku's head and ruffling his messy hair. "You haven't changed one bit, Izuku. Passionate, but you worry too much." Izuku looked up at him, eyes wide. The man smiled down at him, removing his hand. "I see a lot of All Might in you, kid. I think- no, I know he would've liked you."

Izuku didn't know how to react to that compliment. His heart still stung at the thought of the deceased hero - his personal hero. But hearing that from someone who knew him personally? It felt… Like he was doing something right. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. Izuku let a smile of his own form, hands quickly wiping the unspilled tears in his eyes. "That means a lot, thank you."

Realizing they got off course, Mr. Naomasa went back to the topic at hand. "I came here under the guise of doing that, but I really just came here because I was worried." His hand scratched the back of his head and he let out a laugh. For a cop, he really was a carefree guy sometimes. "I haven't been able to come by until now because of the skyrocketing rate of crime, but I managed to finish a case early so I could come here."

"I see," Izuku mumbled, looking back at the path they walked. He saw it in the news constantly; new villains rising up in the loss of All Might. He sighed quietly, shaking his head. "Some people really can be cruel, huh?"

"You're preaching to the choir there, kid." Mr. Naomasa chuckled, stopping to look at his watch. "Tell you what. I'll talk to your educators and see if I can't pull you for the day, give some excuse of 'showing you the ropes' or something." He grinned and gave him a thumbs up, a cheesy wink being added in the mix. "Then we can just go out for ice cream and a movie. My treat, kid."

"..." He couldn't help himself; Izuku laughed. He placed a hand over his eyes and doubled over, his laugh leaving him breathless and making his abs burn. That was the most normal thing he's heard recently! "Alright, alright," He sighed, wiping a tear from his eye with a grin of his own. "I'm down."

3 Years Later

"...and that concludes lessons for today. Remember, men, finals are next week. I expect every single one of you to study and train hard to pass it. It's no easy feat, so don't take it lightly!" The instructor shouted as trainees filtered out the room. Izuku stayed seated, his hand busy on writing notes in his journal. He wore normal trainee uniforms - a blue blazer and pants. Simple, compared to most schools in Japan.

He had been attending the Musutafu Police Academy for almost two years now. He had learned that in the past - before Quirks - training was about 5-6 months, but upon the arrival of the abilities it had to be increased to two years in order to cover most cases with them. It was exhausting, but it made for far more suitable officers. Something Izuku was grateful for.

He stood up and closed his journal, placing the book in his bag before slinging it over his shoulder. "Midoriya, a word?" The instructor asked, making the boy gulp in anxiety. With a nod and a deep breath, he moved forward, standing in front of the desk with his hands firmly at his sides. "Kid," The instructor began, his eyes looking through Izuku's and into his soul. "I've taught here for a lotta years. Seen a lot of good men and women come through those doors, some leaving far too soon.

"I've read your records. I saw how you were in the top ten percent in the pre-course. Even here, you excelled, quickly shooting for top of the class." The man cupped his chin as he stared down at the green haired teen. Despite 3 more years to grow, Izuku was only barely 170 centimeters, completely unremarkable. "You're studious, hard working and, above that, you got heart, kid. I know you got what it takes to pass your finals, and I ain't gonna be here due to surgery next week, so I'm giving you this ahead of time." The instructor pulled something out of his desk, holding it out for Izuku to take. With a frown, he did, his dark eyes looking it over.

"Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi said you should have it. Said you'd make good use of it. Now get goin' kid, I don't want to take up more of your study time." Izuku nodded, eyes glued on the item.

"Thank you, sir," He mumbled as he walked out of the class, not even looking up as he traversed the halls. The badge was worn down and dull, but that wasn't what was important. The signature on the back said it all - 'All Might'. He'd know what to do with it? Ha, the only thing he knew was to hang it on his wall.

He pocketed the item, fierce green eyes looking up as a swell of resolve traveled through his body like blood. He'd graduate this academy, for All Might; for his mom. His heroes wouldn't die so long as he still breathed.

He saluted, gunfire resounding throughout the field as he stood next to two people who he knew by heart. Yet, at that moment, their names and faces were blanks, their identities blurring off into the background as he was the only one remaining. The graduation ceremony had been exactly what he'd expected - grandiose, but not as much as a hero's graduation. It was enough, however, for pride to explode in his chest.

He may not be a hero, but he was an officer of the law, and a deliverer of justice. He'd be a hero somehow, even if it won't be in title.

He walked off the field, uniform perfectly in order and police cap firmly on his head. To not only graduate, but graduate on his birthday? It felt good. He hadn't felt this good in a long time, since before the incident. He wouldn't let it go to waste. Izuku smiled upon seeing a familiar face - Naomasa Tsukauchi. Someone he owed his entire life to.

"Congratulations, Izuku!" The man laughed as he shook his hand, a wide smile on his face. He looked like a proud older brother more than anything. Izuku replicated the smile, eyes shining with the pride he felt inside. "I knew you could do it! And you graduated in the top five of your class, that's amazing!"

The shorter boy laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "It's not like I was the valedictorian or salutatorian, though…"

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you did any less amazing." Naomasa's smile was so sincere that Izuku couldn't help but feel better about it. "Besides, now you can come work with me!" He laughed, causing the green haired boy to roll his eyes at the man's childishness. "Now come on, let's- Ah, crud," he grumbled, fishing out his phone. "One moment, sorry."

"It's fine, take the call," Izuku responded, taking the time to look over at all the other graduates with their families. Some, like him, didn't have their parents at their sides, which gave him some comfort. He wished it wasn't so, though. He'd take feeling terrible himself any day over other's being in the same position. Gloved hands tightening, he renewed his vow to ensure as many people as possible wouldn't have to live like that.

"Alright, as I was saying," Naomasa's voice brought Izuku back to reality, his eyes looking back at the man. "Let's go celebrate with some katsudon!"

"Yeah!" Izuku replied with enthusiasm, eyes lighting up at the mention of his favorite food.

"Thank you," Izuku said to the waitress, flashing her a quick smile as she handed them their food. She returned it with a promise to return in a bit to check up on them. The newly graduated cop sighed in bliss as he smelled the pork, a wide grin taking over his face. "This smells great!"

Naomasa chuckled, sipping his water with a nod. "I would hope so. I wouldn't want to pay for bad katsudon."

"Well, we'll have to see if it tastes as good as it smells, won't we?" Izuku picked up his fork - a habit he picked up from All Might's obsession with America, and thus, his own obsession - with a flourish, eyes staring intently at the food. His mouth watered at the sight of it; the succulent fried pork glistening with the juice practically leaking out of the meat.

Due to his concentration, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, his elbow reaching further than expected and accidentally bumping into someone passing by. He yelped, quickly pulling his arm back before looking in that direction.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-!"

"... Er," Izuku cleared his throat, looking up into grey eyes. "Sorry, I wasn't really watching where I was moving. Are you okay?" He asked, sincerity lacing his voice. The owner of the grey eyes giggled - giggled - and responded curtly.

"I should apologize, I was walking far too close to the seating. I didn't ruin your meal, did I officer?" Right, he forgot he was still in his graduation uniform. Izuku shook his head, soaking in her appearance quickly. Black hair that was tied up into a ponytail, with some of her bangs hanging in the front right side of her face. She wore a pink dress and simple sandals. Nothing really stood out, although she was pretty tall. About as tall as Izuku, if not a little taller.

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly when he realized he was taking too long to respond. "No, no! Everything is fine here. Sorry again, I didn't mean to hit you ma'am." She didn't answer on whether or not she was okay, either. He didn't like to toot his own horn, but he wasn't a weak guy. He wasn't a hero, sure, but as a cop, he had to be in top physical shape.

"I'm fine, but thank you for your concern." Her smile was radiant, nearly blinding Izuku in it's purity. How could a woman be so bubbly? It was kind of cute, though. "Anyways, I must be going, my friends are waiting for me. Good bye!" She waved and walked off, the green haired teen returning the gesture with a bye of his own.

He let his hand drop and he sighed, looking at Naomasa with wide eyes. "I just spoke to a girl!" He whispered excitedly, earning a hard laugh from the elder man. "What? The academy separated males and females for the most part! I haven't talked to once since my mo-... Er, since before I moved." He rubbed his head, eyes glancing down at the pork.

The detective calmed down, nodding a bit as the silence rang out. "Um, anyways," Izuku mumbled, taking a bite of the pork. He hummed, eyes wrinkling up in delight. "Ahh, it's good! A little colder than I would've liked, though."

"Maybe because you spent five minutes talking to Creati," Naomasa teased, making the boy sputter. He looked up at the more experienced cop, dark green eyes wide.

"Wait, Creati? The Creati?" Izuku looked over at the woman, who sat across the restaurant with a group of a few other women. "I've heard of her, but I never got a good look at her!" He tapped his fork on the table, his mind wandering. "She can make anything from her body, so long as she has lipids, right? So she probably has to eat a lot more to make up for that. Depending on the amount of fatty acid available, she could theoretically make anything, from-" He fell into an incoherent mess of mumbling, eyes staring intently at the heroine as he subconsciously ate away his food.

Naomasa rolled his eyes, letting his younger friend do whatever with a fond sigh. It's been a while since he had done this, after all. It was nice to see his interest in heroes hadn't waned, nor had his hobby of studying them. He looked down at his own bowl of pork thoughtfully, a contemplative frown adorning his face.

"Izuku," He said, looking over at the new graduate. Said graduate looked over at him, curiosity lacing his face. Naomasa smiled, pointing his chopsticks at him. "I want you to come with me to the precinct tomorrow. We'll see about getting you stationed there, that way we can work together."

"You can do that?" He inquired, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I thought they'd just place me somewhere else in the city."

"I'm not supposed to, but I can call in a few favors." The detective smiled, a light shrug showing how little his concern was about that. "This is the best route for working alongside heroes. Just like you want, right?"

His head bobbed, a fierce firing igniting in his eyes. "Yeah. It's all I've been thinking about the past few years. I need all the chances I can get to enact justice." Naomasa smiled slightly, parched lips sipping his cool water slowly.

"Revenge is dangerous, Izuku," He lightly chided, receiving a head shake from the younger male.

"It's not about revenge. That thing that caused… That," He cringed, shaking his head again. "It's gone. No one's seen it since. But this League of Villains and the hundreds of bad guys that pop up yearly? That's here. And I can do something about that. I can save lives."

The detective smiled again, nodding proudly. "Couldn't have said it better myself, kid. Cheers to that." He raised his glass, Izuku clinking his against his with a small, but excited grin.

"Oh…?" A small cackle of laughter was the only noise heard in the dimly lit room. It calmed down and turned into a sigh, the hooded man scratching his neck idly. "What a shame…"

"Mr. Shigaraki, we must reconsider-"

"Reconsider?" He mumbled, his hand pausing on his neck. "No. We won't reconsider for some guy with some explosive Quirk." He dropped his hand on the bar table, red eyes peeking out from blue hair towards the purple mist-like man. "He'll die just like All Might. They all do, in the end."

"How do you plan on dealing with him? Nemu?" His deep voice inquired, the man's hands busy with cleaning a glass cup.

Shigaraki hummed, hand reaching up to scratch his neck once more as he thought. "He already killed one…" He whined, the scratching become more erratic. "He'll just kill more unless they're ready. Where is that rude bastard?"

"Dabi?"

"Yes… Send him."

Izuku glanced around the office, amusement showing as he did so.

"What's with that look?" His mentor grumbled, apparently bashful of his open criticism of the office.

"Nothing's changed!" He laughed, grinning a bit up at the other man. "Besides that picture on your desk, everything is exactly as I remember! And I remember it well, I spent a week here." He glared at the sofa, crossing his arms as he moved away from it. "What's with the picture, anyway? Did you get married without telling me?"

"H-Hey wait-!" Naomasa reached out, eyes wide in panic as Izuku picked up the framed picture. Alas, he was too late, as the younger male quickly snatched it up and crossed to the other side of the desk in one swoop. His eyes were immediately glued to the picture, the green orbs clearly on display due to how wide they were.

It was the two of them - well, three, including Naomasa's sister, Makoto. They were at an amusement park, with the older male holding the camera as he took an impromptu selfie. Izuku had ice cream shoved into his cheek while Makoto had spilled her coke over her and her brother. But he still had a grin on his face, contrasting the other two's shocked expressions.

"Why do you…?" Naomasa snatched the picture, huffing with a light blush dusting his cheeks. He set it back down, glaring a bit at Izuku.

"It's one of the only pictures I have of you not all mopey." He looked down at it, his lips quirking oddly to the side. "When you first showed up in my office, I didn't think much. I saw you as some other victim, and I only wanted to solve the case. Whatever happened to you afterwards wasn't my problem - so long as you were safe. But something about you wouldn't let me treat you like others; it was like All Might himself was telling me to save you." He sighed and shook his head, leaning against the desk as he looked at Izuku.

"After I sent you to the course, I forgot about you. I knew I did something right, and I got involved with work. But I dug up your files on accident a year later, and I wanted to know how you were doing. So, a few months later, I swung by. I noticed you were doing fine, and you were happier." Naomasa chuckled, grinning slightly. "You reminded me of him. You look nothing alike and you act completely different, but your tenacity and that fire in your eyes was exactly like All Might. I couldn't help but stick around after that. Eventually, well," He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "Guess you became a part of my family. Makoto thinks the same."

"I… See," Izuku mumbled, looking at the picture once more. "I-"

"No need to respond, kid." Naomasa stood up, stretching his legs a bit before smiling at the rookie. "No offense, but you're not good with words. I'm saving us both the trouble of you rambling."

"Hey!"

The two settled down after a few minutes, the two sitting at the desk with a couple mugs of coffee. It was barely eight in the morning, the sun shining brightly through the closed window on the far side of the office. Naomasa was flipping through a couple of files with one hand, his other holding the steaming mug up to his lips.

Izuku sat on the other side, idly scrolling through his phone with his cheek resting on his palm. The light of the screen reflected in his green eyes, news articles being the source of it. "Apparently the villain 'Gale' got caught in Tokyo last night. That's good," Izuku mumbled, only barely interested. Gale was a small time villain who could only cause small bursts of wind; nothing special like the similarly named hero 'Gale Force', who had control over wind to an extreme extent. He was a new pro, but he was already in the top 20.

"Hm," Naomasa grunted his response, sipping his coffee slowly. "For a small timer, he caused a lot of havoc on that American base, didn't he?"

"Yeah, I did a report on that in the academy. Apparently he used his wind to push over a powerline. Evidence suggested it took him three days, since his wind is so weak." Izuku shrugged, setting his phone down. "It fell onto one of their fences and into a neighborhood. I think it seriously injured 4 and killed one." He sighed, shaking his head before stretching his arms. "I bet they're glad he got caught, huh?"

"One down, a billion more to go," Naomasa chuckled, setting his files down. "Let's go check in with the chief. I want to see if we can get you stationed here as quickly as possible." With that, the two stood up and left the office, the folders lying openly on the desk.

They didn't notice the previously closed window was now open.

"Izuku Midoriya, huh? Ranked 4th in his class, excelled in physical training and was in the top twenty five percent on academics…" The chief mumbled, reading over his information. It seemed more like an interview, something Izuku didn't think he'd have to go through for cop work. He sat there awkwardly, listening to the dog-like man mumbled. Tsuragamae Kenji was, for lack of a better word, odd. His record was impeccable, and he dealt with the media with a surprising level of efficiency. His abilities as a cop never wavered, either, despite his age and time off the front lines.

"Think you can pull some strings, sir?" Naomasa inquired, standing right next to the younger male. He sounded and appeared calm, but Izuku was willing to bet he was just as anxious as he was, if not more so. One way or another, he would get to do police work, but this was the only way he'd get to work with Naomasa. Just a little nerve wracking, he thought.

The dog-man hummed, tapping his small chin in thought. "I can, but…"

"But?"

"One of the outposts already has a spot for him." Naomasa frowned, his hand falling onto Izuku's shoulder. Seemed he really was nervous.

"But you can pull him, right?"

"I can, but I can't pull him over just to do police work, Tsukauchi. There would have to be a better reason than 'I want him.'" The detective sighed, running a hand through his combed hair. "He doesn't have any college education, so becoming a detective like you is out of the question. And even then, I doubt it would be enough leverage to pull him. The only thing I can think for him is SAT."

"The Special Assault Team?" Izuku suddenly asked, eyeing the beagle-headed chief. It was probably out of place, but he wasn't ever able to sit back on important matters.

"You'd still perform normal police duties, but you would also be tasked out to high risk situations. Usually regarding villains and terrorists," Tsuragamae explained, hands folding on the table. "Before, SAT was limited to a few places in Japan, but due to Quirks, every major city was allowed to have their own SAT force. Ultimately, you'll be working alongside heroes more frequently than not, and your patrols will be more thorough than normal."

That sounded… Too good. It was everything Izuku wanted. Normal police work was never his goal, but he figured he'd need to suck it up and deal with it until he could move up. Now, though? "That's-"

"I'm not finished." That shut Izuku up. "It's reserved for more experienced members of the force, or officers with a decent control over their Quirks. As you are Quirkless and a rookie, I would need a very good reason for enrolling you in the tryouts."

Naomasa hummed, looking at Izuku thoughtfully, the silence dragging on for far too long for Izuku's comfort. Before it became unbearable, he snapped his fingers and looked back at the chief. "I've been trying to crack a case for a few weeks now. I haven't gotten very far with it, but I have one lead that could be promising. If Izuku was to come with me and help me solve it, would that be enough?"

Chief Tsuragamae pursed his dog lips - an uncomfortable sight - and slowly nodded. "It might. I'd need to get permission to borrow him for the case. I'll use the excuse of not enough manpower, but I'm sure I can get at least that. I can't promise we'll keep him after it, though; especially if the case isn't enough to get him to SAT tryouts."

"A chance is all we need, sir." Naomasa grinned down at Izuku, holding out a fist to the younger male. He returned it, a small grin of his own showing.

"Next tryouts are a week from now. Crack the case a few days before then, and he just might have a chance."

Izuku was barely a day out of the academy; a rookie, fresh and untested. By all rights, he should be conducting simple patrols and leg work, like handing out tickets or reporting small time vandalism and graffiti. Instead, he was working on a full case with a detective, and that had his blood pumping through his system like nothing else.

Police work might never have been what he wanted, but he was growing accustomed to it. He couldn't wait to see what was in store for him.

"Detective Tsukauchi!" A voice yelled, some unremarkable girl showing up at the door of the chief looking disheveled. "Someone broke into your office and ransacked the place!"

Like I said, there were some skips, but it would've been boring had I focused on his schooling.

Izuku is 19 at the end of this, so all of Class 1-A is similarly aged. Meaning they're no longer in U.A. and are official heroes - those that made it, at least. Momo did, as we saw!

We also get a small peek at the villains. Again, I dislike OCs, and only add them in if necessary, and even then they usually play a small role.

I'll try to have less perspective jumps next chapter, I just have to do that to get to the actual story. Sorry 'bout it.

Until next time!