Hello again my dear readers, this will be the last chapter for a while cause I got to write more and spring break interrupts my writing stuff but I will always be thinking of this story I promise! Anyways, please tell me if you liked the way Bakugou is portrayed in this chapter as I intend to keep this characterization but I am a little worried of what y'all think of it.

Four more years passed in the blink of an eye for Izuku, who was currently passed out on his desk. Sleeping on the page of his notebook that he had been working on until that moment. His arms splayed out on the desk, with two silver bracelets gleaming in the desk lamp soft light., each arm itself was well toned and defined. Nothing too bulky or impressive in terms of show muscles, but ones that contained immense amount of power within them.

The boy's notebook was opened to a pair of twin pages, rough sketches of a heroic costume lay on there, with small notes at every little section to detail its purpose in helping with his future hero work. As well as a name, Salticidae, written in bold letters, faintly written in that same place, clearly erased by the young man were the names Spider-Man, Arachnid and Orb Weaver. The boy slept through the night like this, head buried in his book and dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants for pajamas.

A few hours later, the sound of a loud beeping woke Izuku from his slumber, his head shooting up off his page in and instant before he yawned, realizing he had fallen asleep during his work again he groaned and did a few stretches before getting up.

"I really need to get a better chair if I am going to keep falling asleep like that, can't be good for my back at all." Izuku grumbled to himself as he yawned once more before going over to his closet and pulling out his school uniform, slipping on the jacket over a nice white shirt Izuku awkwardly messed with his collar some, trying to get it in a more comfortable place.

"Ugh, why do they put us in such constraining clothes? I can barely move around in this thing even though it is supposed to be my size!" With another grumble to himself, the boy walked out of the room, aiming one hand back as he flexed his wrist, causing a small trigger to flip out onto the palm of his hand before a simple double tap caused the web-shooter to fire off its line, connecting to the boy's backpack before a tug made the thing fly forward and onto his waiting arm.

Catching his backpack like it was nothing, Izuku let out another tired yawn as he walked into the kitchen-living room combo and spied the fridge open, with his mother bent over getting something from the bottom shelf and two foil wrapped packages caught Izuku's eye aiming his shooters again he fired off the web line with a soft thwip the silk attaching itself to the silver triangles before he tugged them over into his waiting hands. Causing Inko to look behind herself at her son.

"Izuku, can you please stop using those so casually in the house? The thing is messy and waiting for an hour is not always ideal." The woman shook her head while chuckling to herself at the young man's antics. If she didn't know better, Inko would have said that having those web lines was her son's quirk seeing how proficient he was with them.

"Sorry mom, I will keep that in mind later on...Maybe a faster dissolving formula for these situations would be better? I could likely make it with a few adjustments." The green haired boy spoke out to his mother casually, mentally squaring that idea away for later as he went out the door, closing it behind himself as he stared at the Tokyo skyline.

Rising his wrist for a moment, Izuku's eyes jumped from building to building imaging himself swinging from the buildings just like Peter, Miles and how many other spider men were out there, hearing the faint tap against his hand of the trigger signifying it was ready to fire the young man was so tempted to just do it right now and enjoy himself but after a minute of fantasising he shook his head with a sigh and put it down. His Sensei had forbade him from trying anything remotely like that until he was ready for it and well, Kasai had said nothing so far about it so he assumed he wasn't ready.

Heading back to the stairs, Izuku hopped down the things like usual, going for steps at a time without even thinking about it and zipping down in record time and landing on the ground floor below before he opened his backpack to get out four cloth stripps with black squares sewn into them. Strapping the weights onto his arms and legs, the green haired boy stretched out for a bit before he started his morning run. This time with 3 pounds on each limb of his for extra training though at this point they didn't hinder his speed all that much as he dashed past the bus stop.

Hearing Bakugou's choice curses at him again, Izuku smirked a bit as he looked behind himself to see the blond boy running hard as he could maintain to catch up to him, the blond working his legs to their limit for the moment so he wouldn't fall behind.

"Deku! You know I am going to win again today right? Then our score will be favouring me." The boy growled some as he looked to Izuku a little playfully, ever since that day he had shared the comics with him the two had been rekindling their relationship by a bit.

"I guess but what if I win this time? Will you hold up your end of this bet of ours? You know I will right?"

"Yeah yeah, I will, I wouldn't dare besmirch my reputation my implying I don't hold up my ends of a bargain. You can test out a new web thing on my explosions if you win but we are going to work more on my damn costume when I trounce you in this race!"

At that, both boys went into a full on sprint, chasing each other down the streets towards their school the weights on Izuku's limbs draining his stamina just enough that he feel behind in the end, much to his frustration.

"Ha! Told you that I would win this time around, though...Those shitty weights of yours take away from the feeling a bit. A win is a win!" The brash boy looked to his rival with a teasing smile, Deku was the only one able to challenge him nowadays and it felt amazing when he had to go all out for something.

"Yeah yeah I know, today in the library we will work on designs for your costume some more. Why do you even need my help on that anyways? I am sure you could make something pretty cool on your own."

"Because dumbass, I am not the one who made their own damn quirk out of metal and chemicals. Your ideas and way of thinking might help improve my rough spots."

The duo continued to talk a bit about possible improvements to the costume before Bulu made herself apparent, fitting herself in right between the men with a bit of a huff.

"I can't believe you two, one moment you are at each other's throats for something as small as Izuku being quirkless, next you are racing and discussing costume design like old friends. How the hell did this manage to happen so fast?" Bulu looked between her two friends with a sigh, sure she liked that Bakugou was no longer bullying her friend but to straight up make him an ally and rival was beyond her belief.

"Eh, it's because Deku here is the only one that has ever tried to challenge me even without a quirk. I have to respect that somewhat, and those web-things of his are better than most quirks at this small ass school of ours so that is good enough for me. I am not an idiot to pass up a guy who can make that kind of support for me."

"And I have never hated Bakugou, even for a moment. I just kind of wanted to avoid him when he was being so mean to me before. Either way is it that strange that we made up with each other? It has been years since I first tried to make peace you know."

"I guess, ugh is this what mom talked about when she mentioned men's rivalries? That is just weird, you boys are weird. Anyways Izuku, you are coming over to my place like always right? Dad wants to be sure to pump as much training in you this year before you have to go off and be in the hero course."

"Of course, though mind if I take a small detour today? I want to pick up some new stories on my way home, we are coming to the end of this really cool arc in Amazing and I need to see how it ends as soon as I can." Izuku chuckled awkwardly at that, sure the comic shop was out of the way from the dojo but it was the only place he could get western comics in town.

"Bakugou do you want to come along? I hear the newest X-Men is also releasing later today"

"Nah, I got to study some when I get home, the old hag is worried about my grades slipping or whatever now that I am training more at the gym, she says I need to keep up straight As if I want her and dad to keep paying the membership"

With a few curt nods, the trio was on their way again towards their homerooms. Izuku himself thinking about what they could do for Katsuki's costume. The two had already thoroughly developed a few ideas together but there had to be something he missed if Katsuki wanted to improve it some more. As the classroom door came into view he looked over to the blond once more.

"Hey Kaa-chan, remind me again if it's just your hand sweat that is explosive or is it a full body thing?"

"Huh? Oh, its my whole body but I can only ignite the stuff on my palms...What are you thinking of nerd?"

With that small confirmation to him, Izuku's mind went right into full-on speculating mode. Mumbling to himself about transfer mechanisms and the like as he got into their class, his body on autopilot as he sat down at his desk, his notebook with the label of "support" already out and on his desk and the green haired boy's pencil flying with ideas.

"Ah...I somehow always forget he does that when he gets into this kind of thing... I wonder if we are gonna see another chalk catch today, that is always entertaining." Bulu hummed to herself as he strode over to her best friend's desk and took her seat right next to the boy. Getting out her own supplies as Bakugou shook his head of the weirdness and got his own seat again. Leaning back in his chair and preparing himself for the boring school day to come.

Within the school library, two young men were side by side over a notebook debating on what to add to the specs of a costume for one of them.

"I am saying, if you add in smaller chambers that can become a large one through a double-lock system you will be able to get more usable blasts more frequently if the major one will have a bit of reduced power to it in the end. Why would you even need a blast that can down an entire building at once anyways?"

"Because Deku, if I am up against a villain built like fuckin All Might or Endeavor I know that I will need all the damn firepower I can get. Can't you see how the reduced blast power just makes it not that useful as a final weapon?"

"But you will almost never need to use that in actual hero work, where almost nothing is built like the two heroes you just mentioned! Heck, this kind of damage could cause your reputation more damage than its worth if you go through with it." Letting out an exasperated sigh at Bakugou's stubbornness, he decided to just drop the issue right then and moved the pencil down to his boots.

"Anyways, you do what you want with that but here is something I will not compromise, you said your whole body has that explosive sweat right? Well if you can't ignite it on will there is no point in wasting all that ammo right?"

Looking at the drawn up blueprint of an improved hero costume, Bakugou smiled maliciously when he saw the notation down there for a few chambers in his boots, specifically on the heel and ball of his feet there.

"So Deku, if I am following your train of insane ass, comic book fueled logic you want me to be able to cause explosions from my feet here like in the plans, essentially giving me the ability to fly with damn miniature jet engines?" The ash blond let out a laugh at that, though in his eyes, there was a bit of fire with the idea, oh he liked it. This was why he insisted on his rival designing his costume with him he guessed.

"Fuck...If we could pull that shit off it would just be the most amazing thing you know? Though I would have to work out how much recoil my legs can take from the explosions, I know my arms are usually good to a limit but, for some reason testing my legs never occurred to me."

Catching Izuku's eye in that moment, Bakugou could just see the smugness that came with his rival's ideas appealing to him. Chuckling a bit he nodded at Izuku as the bell rung, signifying the end of the day for them. Getting up and doing a small stretch to get himself ready for the run home and shaking the tiredness from his mind, Bakugou picked up the design pages from the table they were working on.

"That will come later on, but for now I gotta get myself home for some studying, maybe will hang out at the arcade later on if I have time. See ya later Deku" The young man gave his rival a small salute as the other boy packed up his own things to get ready for the coming weekend of training getting only a small wave and nod to confirm that he heard him.

After saying goodbye to his friend Izuku set about his usual route to the comic book shop, wandering through the back streets of his town, avoiding the larger crowds for the most part and allowing himself time to think, though this time around when he was passing under a bridge that went above a small wash a chill went up his spine, making him stop dead in his tracks. The sweat seemed to go slowly as it rolled down his back, and he could feel it in the air someone...Someone wanted to kill him, and he didn't know why.

His ears caught the movement of a nearby manhole, and alert as ever Izuku started to dash away from it fast as he could, pumping his legs as hard as they could in that moment but everything went wrong as he felt a cold and slimy liquid encase his ankle and start to pull him in.

"A nice body for me to hide in! How lucky can I be with that damn titan chasing me!" The body of sentient ooze and sludge exclaimed with devilish glee as he brought in the boy, eager to see how this new body's quirk could be used as he hid from the hero.

Izuku for his part was struggling, trying to get free from the monster as best as he could but the damn liquid being shoved down his throat was distracting him and making him panic! That word resonated in his mind, panic... Panicked people make bad decisions, panicked people died and he could not afford to do that now, calming down just a tad from that his eyes darted around for anything that could be of use. Anything at all!

"Come on kid quit struggling, I promise it will only hurt for a few moments then you won't feel anything at all! Seems like you have ended up quirkless, shame but I guess the body will blend in plainly!" The evil man's words echoed in his mind, he was trying to hide in his body from a pro? That meant one was on their way and he needed to hold out until they could help!

With a great amount of effort, Izuku started to try and force the sludge out of his throat by making himself vomit, thinking of the pain of taking one of Sensei's hard strikes to the stomach, accidentally drinking some spoiled milk and a few other things, he could feel his throat muscles trying to contract and expel the liquid out of his body he knew it might end up gross but that was better than ending up the puppet of a maniac trying to control his body like that right. As his body did that, a weak arm raised up and forward, aiming at a brick wall with his web-shooter he needed to make the shot and pull himself out, if not to stall for a moment more but...Everything was going to darkness fast, Izuku could hear the villain shouting out some sort of taunt to him but it did not register in his mind he thought he would die then and there, mentally apologizing to his mother for every bit of pain he caused... To Bulu, Bakugou, and Fumai for disappointing them in never reaching his goal of being a hero.

"Fear not citizen!" The roaring, boisterous sound of someone calling out to him brought the boy out of his own head. Izuku recognized that voice, how could he forget what would follow those words.

"For I am here!" Those three words inspired the boy, his idol was saving him and here he was about to give in to everything? With a growl he flexed his wrist causing the trigger to fall on his palm followed by a double tap, causing a thin, white but strong as ever strand of silk to shoot from his web shooter and adhere itself to a wall nearby and Izuku started to pull himself with all this might!

"Texas... Smash!" The muscled hero threw out one heavy punch at the villain, blowing the sludge away and causing Izuku to suddenly fly forward due to the pulling force he put on himself. Flinging himself towards the ground as he lost consciousness, the last image on his mind was that of his various spilled notebooks on the ground and All Might standing above him triumphantly.

Toshinori looked over the young man on the floor in front of him, quite worried for his safety after going through a stunt like that, approaching him the blond hero noticed and odd shining on his wrist and came in closer to inspect it. Once close enough he could clearly notice the silver-white thread coming right from the boy's wrist aimed at the nearby wall and while it was limp right now it was clear this small rope had a lot of power to it. Ever observant the hero also noticed a few of the notebooks to his side.

"Ah, the perfect chance for me to sign something before he can ask! These types always seem to be wanting my autograph. Not that I blame them of course." Picking up a notebook with a green face he read the outside "Web Fluid" this wasn't what the hero wanted to get for sure but he was curious and flipped through a few of the pages, astounded at the level of detail in the notes this boy had taken either of his quirk or someone else's. His curiosity peaked All Might soon have gathered up the rest of the notebooks, flipping through each of them a bit with each one causing his intrigue to increase some but when he finally found one he found appropriate labeled "Pro Analysis" he went towards the nearest blank page before signing it right on. Before turning back to the young man.

"Now... Just who are you? Certainly not any ordinary hero in training if these books are anything to go by." Getting in the boy's face All Might used his patented "light wake up slap" technique to get the boy up, preparing himself to deal with the massive fanboy that this boy no doubt was.

As Izuku opened up his eyes, the harshness of the afternoon sun made him blink away a bit before they refocused on what was in front of him...All Might had just saved his life and was taking care of him. All...Might was in front of him and saying stuff, realizing what was going on the boy shot up as if doing one of his crunches before jumping right onto his feet with excitement.

"A-All Might! And...You saved my life after that guy...You got that guy contained somehow right? I know you would never do something like ignore it if you knew the civilian was safe for now." With a show of the bottles in his hand, Izuku mentally cheered seeing the person who had nearly killed him contained like that, quickly remembering his scattered notebooks Izuku went towards them to see all his books neatly stacked.

"Quite the note taker aren't you young man? Now, while I would love to stay and give a future hero some advice I really must be going! Adios, my young compatriot" The Golden Blond gave his best salute before crouching down and preparing himself to launch off.

"W-wait All Might! There is something... Something I need to ask you if you could only spare a moment!" Izuku ran towards his hero after getting his supplies back in his backpack with practiced ease, sure he had already resolved to be a hero now but... He needed to hear something right from a pro's mouth and not just any pro at that. His hand landed on the man's shoulder just as he leaped off, making the young man to grip on as hard as he could on instinct to not suffer any knockback as he went off into the air with Izuku clenching hard as he could.

"Ah! What the hell are you doing kid? I appreciate my fans but this is taking it too far! Let go!" All Might tried to make the boy budge off of his shoulder but boy was this boy's grip hard, he could feel the muscles tensed all around the kid's back. In the struggle, neither of them noticed a bottle shifting loose in the Top Hero's pocket...

"I...I had something to ask you! Also if...I fall from this right up I won't make it!" Izuku slammed his face forward into All Might's back to protect himself from the wind after that, sure he might be able to do something with his web shooters if he dropped from this high but he wasn't trained enough yet to try that! He wasn't going to disobey Fumai's orders, especially not when he could die so easily doing so.

"R-right just hold on tight my boy!" All Might could not hope to argue with that logic, with a grumble he flew on through the air, feeling a bit of blood welling up from his mouth and he cursed below his breath. He was running out of time damnit!

Once the two had finished their flight and landed on the safety of a roof, Izuku hopped off the hero's back and wasted no time in gulping before sliding down his sleeves to show off the web shooters secured on his wrists, gleaming in the sunlight.

"So...I was born quirkless though I still want to be a hero. I have always aspired to live up to beings like you who always jumped in to save people with a smile and even though... Even though I was made fun of and discouraged from what I wanted to do I charged forward and trained myself to the limit! Pushing my body as far as it could go and even creating my own bit of support equipment to make up where I wouldn't have anything and I was wondering... If I work hard enough and do my best can I become a hero like you?" Izuku kept talking even though some weird steam started to come off of All Might's body, the boy barely noticing it through his own passion.

"I have drawn inspiration from you and the old stories and well...I have to hear it from your mouth, do you think I could become a hero like Spiderman, Captain America, Daredevil and you All might? You are the closest thing to a living comic book the world has ever seen and I want to be just like that!" With his last few words, Izuku looked up to see...An Emaciated man with All Might's golden blond hair but it looked...Deflated for some reason and he looked vaguely familiar.

"W-what the hell? Where did All Might go?" A shocked Izuku ran towards the railing to look around for the hero before he was stopped by the new arrival who...Now that Izuku took a really good look at him was wearing the exact same clothes as the hero from before, though they were clearly a lot baggier on the near skeleton of a man.

"Kid...You are looking at him, not quite what you expected from your hero huh? Sorry to disappoint you." The man's gruff voice called to Izuku as he heard the pain in it and, as natural of him Izuku looked up right into the man's eyes as Sensei always said that the eyes could never lie, revealing a man's true intentions.

Within this man's deeply sunken eyes, Izuku saw nothing... Well no that was not exactly accurate, what he saw was what used to be a burning passion for justice and helping others, he saw the ashes of defeat overtaking what used to be a blazing flame of will and ambition. Making Izuku sigh some... Was this really his hero

"Disappointed? Of course, anyone would be seeing a man who had given up acting like a paragon of will and virtue" The tone of Izuku's voice seemed to pierce into All Might himself who...Looked like he had taken a harsh blow, and with a grunt, he started to lift his shirt.

"Yeah, kid I guess this form would say that I am an imposter just trying to portray a hero but honestly...I started out a lot like you but then I got this injury here around five years ago." Underneath his shirt, All Might reveal a twisted mess of scar tissue and injuries around his stomach, it was clearly done with the utmost precision and care but still...He wasn't looking good.

"Don't bother trying to remember the fight, I asked it not be made public because as the Symbol of Peace I must appear to be undaunted by evil at all times. Never giving even an inch to the injustices of the world, if I can't do that then everything will crumble. Now onto your question about being a hero through your own hard work?" Izuku looked up at the man again, having averted his gaze through most of the speech as he was expecting to hear the worst from the man who just seemed...Broken to him, tired and ready to throw in the towel if it were not for his duty.

"As you said, that idea is inspired by fantasy and nothing more. Everyday heroes are out there using their quirks to the limit, putting their lives on the line for the betterment of mankind itself so to say that you can be a hero without any real power? Well, I just can't endorse that kind of thinking, not after what I have seen." Getting up, the skeleton of a man passed by a shell shocked Izuku. Having not expected the harsh reaction from his hero and now former idol.

"If you still want to help with hero work though...There is no shame in making support items for heroes, I saw that web fluid of yours and the shooters and I gotta say, that is some impressive tech for it all being homemade, I bet you could make a great difference helping out the people who can really fight."

Those words, "really fight" echoed in his mind for a few seconds before Izuku angrily turned around towards All Might, rejection in his eyes of the reality as the frustration of fifteen years of teasing and being put down by everyone but his friends got to him.

"You know what? One of my best friends can cause explosions at will and the other can control air currents at will to dance through the air! Just this morning a tree man and a giant lady fought off a man who could transform into a monster! Every day fantasy is becoming reality so...So if you won't support me chasing a fantasy than I will make it real myself and force people like you to accept me!" The frustrated cries of Izuku reached All Might's ears and the blond hero shed a small tear...Though whether it was of pride from the boy's determination to save others or sadness at a life wasted the Top Hero did not know as he made his way down the stairs. Finally realizing the lack of weight on his leg.