Chapter 4: Quirks, Explosions, and Dates; Oh My!

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After the events of yesterday, i'm tempted to sleep in, but unfortunately i still have my meeting with All Might today. That reminds me, Katsuki demanded a fight with me on Monday, which is tomorrow. Ah-ah, how irritating. Well, let's focus on today for now. I can worry about not getting blown up tomorrow.

I make it down to the now clean beach after my usual morning routine. It's about 7:30 or so in the morning. There's Yagi, staring out at the waves, like usual. How early does he get here? I mean, i don't think we ever actually set a time to meet, even when we first met up here 5 months ago. And yet he's always here before me. Well, whatever.

"Yo!"

"Ah, Izuku-kun. Good morning." At least he's not yelling my ears off any more.

"Good morning, Yagi. How're you this morning?" What? You think just cause i used to be in the Mafia that i don't at least try to be polite?

"I'm good, i'm good. Well, are you ready for phase two, Izuku-kun?" No beating around the bush, huh? That's just the way i like it.

"Ready as i'll ever be. So what's the game plan this time; start clearing up the ocean, plant some trees?" That got a chuckle out of him.

"No, no. You see, if phase one was all about building up your body's Power in order to handle One For All, then phase two is all about learning to control that power. But first, i want you to do something." At this he plucked one of his hair's out and held it towards me. Umm, what?

"Eat this." Ummm, What?

"Huh?" Smooth as a fresh jar of skippy there, izuku.

"One For All, as i've told you is passed down from one Hero to the next. The way this is passed down is through ingesting the DNA of the current holder. Of course, there is the caveat that the current holder must actively want to pass on One For All, or it won't transfer, no matter how much DNA is ingested."

"So...hair?" At least it makes sense, but really? Hair?

"Yeah, i figured everyone involved would be more comfortable this way. The other options are all pretty gross." Well, he's got me there. Other methods i guess would be swapping spit, and there's no way in hell i'm doing that, or drinking his blood. And as i'm not a vampire last i checked, i guess hair it is.

" *Sigh* Fine, fine, i'll do it." I take the hair and against all of my natural inclinations other-wise, i eat it. And for the record, yes, it tastes as bad as you would imagine. And i think i'm gonna have nightmares about the sensation of it travelling down my throat for at least a week.

"Excellent! Now as we wait for it to digest in your stomach, i'll explain what exactly the plan here is."

"Great, i was starting to worry that you'd just tell me 'Go with your instinct' and leave it at that."

"Ha Ha Ha! Don't be ridiculous! I myself needed almost a year to be able to control One For All with any sort of reliability. Plus there's also the danger of over-taxing your body." As he says the last sentence he shifts from jovial to more serious.

"You mean that whole back-lash thing? I thought that's why you had me clean up the beach. You know, build up my strength to handle it?" Well, i can imagine what he's about to say, but i figure it's better to hear it directly instead of making assumptions.

"Indeed, however that training was just to reach the bare minimum. Your body will now be able to contain One For All, but containing it and actively using it are two seperate things. Right now, if you use 100% of One For Alls power, you'll still damage your body, even with your Flames strengthening yourself. That's why phase two is about control." Figures. It would have been too easy if all i had to do to achieve infinite power was do some mediocre training regimen. At least i don't have to worry about going bald. Hopefully. I swear, if i do, i'm gonna kill All Might.

"I see. So if 100% is out of the question, then i just need to only use a percentage that i CAN handle. And if i've just hit the minimum requirements to even hold One For All, even after all that work, i imagine my upper limit is going to sound like a really pathetic amount when in percentage form."

"That's right. When i first got One For All, the highest percent i could use without breaking my body was 5%. Of course, seeing as the One For All you're going to inherit is all the power i received plus the power i've added on top of it, i figure 5% is an admirable goal for now."

"Are you kidding me? 5%? I knew it would sound small, but damn. Well, nothing to be helped about it i guess."

"That's right. That's also why i called up an acquaintance of mine. She should be here in just a moment." Oh, someone Yagi knows? Wonder who that could be.

"Hello there, All Might, young man." Right as i think that, a sweet, classic elderly lady voice sounds out behind us. As i turn i see this tiny slip of a granny, with gray hair in a tight bun, and using an oversized needle as a cane.

"Hello! Izuku-kun, let me introduce to to U.A.'s very own, Recovery Girl!" Wow, the school nurse for U.A. with one of the greatest Healing type Quirks? Wait how do they know each other?

"Oi, how do you know the school nurse for U.A.?" Let it be known i am very curious, and have no filter whatsoever.

"Ah, w-well, that is-" Oi oi, what's with this? Why you acting all embarrassed, All Might?

"You haven't told him yet?" Told me what? Did i miss something? Let's see. All might has something he's not told me, he knows a faculty member of U.A., and when asked why he's getting flustered. I know he went to U.A. and I don't think he's that much older than me, so maybe they met during his time there? And that might explain how she knows his true form too.

"Well, you see Izuku-kun, I am going to be teaching at U.A. starting next semester! Of course, not all the Teachers know about One For All. Just Recovery Girl, and the Principal. Though they do all know about how i switch forms. Of course, none of the students are supposed to know about that, so keep it on the hush-hush, you know?" That...is not what i was expecting at all.

"Huh. Neat."

"WHAT'S WITH THAT REACTION?!" Ahh, my ears!

"Well, it just makes a lot of sense you know? I mean, with you being, well, you, any school would kill to have you teach there, even UA. Plus i was starting to get worried about how i might train with you for One For All if i was busy with school. This solves all our problems."

" *Sigh* you never cease to amaze me, Izuku-kun." Heh, sorry, buddy. I've been the straight man for a comedy ever since i joined the Vongola. The amount of sheer insanity that goes on there, you either learn to accept anything as possible, or get swept up in it all.

"Well, now that that's taken care of, i'm here to help out when you use One For All." Well, i suppose having a healer around in case i blow out one of my arms is good. Not sure exactly how well my Sun Flames could handle that on their own.

"Thanks for the help, Recovery Girl." Might as well be nice to her, especially if she's gonna be my nurse when i join U.A..

"It's fine. Just try not to visit me too often if you get into U.A., Midoriya-kun." Guess Yagi told her my name, huh? Well, that's fine. She'd have learned it soon enough anyways.

"Now then, Izuku-kun! You should be all set to try out One For All!" Sweet. Guess it's time to ramp this party up a few notches. But, uh...

"How do i use One For All anyways?" Well, there's the sound of Recovery Girl face-palming. I think if this were an anime Yagi here would have fallen face-first into the sand at this point.

" *Ahem* Sorry, forgot about that. Well, just clench your muscles and shout from the bottom of your heart: 'Smash!', and that should work."

The hell dude. Worst teacher ever. At this i just stare at him deadpan, to really get across how unimpressed i am with his instructions. I think i hear Recovery Girl mutter about somebody never changing, but that might just be my imagination.

"I see." Well, i have nothing else to work off of, so i guess i might as well give it a shot. I walk over to the shore, so that i'm facing the waves. Thankfully, despite the fact that more and more people have been coming to the beach now that it's clean, at this time of day there's nobody in eyesight.

I take a pretty basic stance, feet spread shoulder-width apart, and pull my right arm up into a basic punch. No need to try anything fancy. Let's see, first charge up the bones and skin in my right arm with Lightning Flames, causing small sparks to spiral up it. Next, reach deep within myself, digging for power. I feel it. It's like a giant lake, no, an ocean of energy. I lightly touch the surface - metaphorically, of course - and a warm sensation envelops me. So this is pure, raw power. I funnel it into my right arm, and with that I swing.

There are three things that i notice, in order. Firstly, the water in front of me splits apart, like a scene straight out of the bible. I can see ocean floor for about 20 feet out. Second, the sheer wind pressure from my swing has caused the sand around my feet to spiral up into a mini tornado for just a moment. My hair flapping wildly is kind of distracting. Third, and finally, as the wind dies down, and the water surges back into position, i notice the pain.

"Sweet *Bleep*ing *Bleep* *Bleep* on a *Bleep* that hurts worse than a *Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp*!" By all that's holy and sacred that hurts! Once i get that out of my system, i finally look down at my arm. The skin's torn all over, bleeding slightly in a couple places. And it's bending in a few spots that definitely aren't my elbow, so i think it's safe to say it's broken. I want to say it's broken in 3 places? Maybe 4? I don't know, i'm not a doctor. All i know is it hurts. A lot.

"My goodness! Midoriya-kun, lay down!" Ah, there's recovery Girl. I guess this is kind of what she's here for. As i start to come to my senses, i start channeling Sun Flames to my arm to try and help Recovery Girl heal it, and -

*Chuuu* The hell? That's how she heals people? Recovery Girl's lips extend a good foot and a half from her face and she pecks my arm with them. I would be kind of grossed out, if it weren't for the fact that immediately after that, a warm sensation similar to my Sun Flames fills my arm. Before my very eyes, an injury that would have taken about half a day to fully heal on my own, is totally fixed in about 5 minutes.

"Wow, All Might wasn't lying when he said you heal quick." She seems almost as surprised as i am at this scene.

"I suppose so, but on my own this would have taken a lot longer to heal. Thank you, Recovery Girl. It's all thanks to you." At this she does something i don't expect and shakes her head.

"No, even with my Quirk, that should have taken around an hour to fix. You healed in a fraction of that time. It must be thanks to that "Reinforce" quirk that All Might said you had." Well, i suppose if he brought her here he had to have told her a bit about my abilities. Doesn't sound like he told her the entire story i told him though, so i guess we're sticking to he whole fake Quirk thing.

"Yeah, i guess. But still, that would have been much more troublesome to deal with on my own, so thank you."

"Well, that's kind of what i expected to happen, which is why i brought recovery Girl here, but once again, you exceed my expectations, izuku-kun!" Did this fuck just say he knew i would break my arm? The hell?!

"It would appear that even on your first try, you garnered some sort of control over One For All. I'd say you used about 15% there. And you didn't injure yourself as badly as i thought you would the first time."

"So, if 15% is out of my reach, i guess it's safe to say i should aim for that 5%?"

"Probably, but the problem isn't using 5%, it's using JUST 5%" Ah, i see what he's getting at. I felt like i was barely using any power with that punch, and i still used a full 15%. Trying to reduce that amount will be troublesome.

And so we spent the rest of the day doing this. I would try to use as little power as i could, fail, blow up my arm, get it healed, and try again. As they say, 'No Pain, No Gain.' I want to find the person who coined that phrase and beat them over the head.

By the end of the day, i've managed to get my power down to about 6%, which still tears a few muscles, but doesn't cause me to need Recovery Girl to heal me again. My Sun Flames can handle something like that in a few minutes on it's own, seconds with her help.

I finish the day with a sense of accomplishment. I'm one step closer to achieving my goals. I'm now one step closer, to being a true Hero. I'm also extremely tired. It seems that Recovery Girl's Quirk uses the patient's energy to accelerate their healing rate. I can substitute most of the energy requirement with Dying Will Flames, but even then, constantly using my Flames and getting her to heal me is exhausting.

Ah, and i still have to deal with katsuki tomorrow. God Damn It. I get home, have dinner with Mom, who i inform that i was simply practicing with my new Quirk down by the beach, and that's why i'm tired. Not a lie at all, it's just not the whole truth.

The next day is Monday. After my usual morning ritual is taken care of, i start trudging to school. I am NOT looking forward to this. Thankfully, it's a nice morning today. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and i can hear the rapidly approaching sounds of explosions. What?

"OI IZUKU!" Son of a bitch, can't this guy at least wait till after school like he said?! Reluctantly i turn around, just in time to see Katsuki with an arm outstretched, lunging towards my face.

"Mornin' Katsuki." I casually say, while sidestepping his arm. It is way too early in the morning for this, but try telling that to him.

As he lands, and pulls himself up to his full 5 and a half feet height, he turns to look me in the eye. He has a very odd look in his eyes, as if he can't decide whether to be happy, angry, or confused. Looks like i won't be able to put this off as i'd hoped.

"Come on Katsuki, walk with me to school, i'll tell you everything." As we walk i tell him the same story i told Yagi. About a book in a library talking about Flames from the Soul. I told him about my Lightning and Sun flames, and showed them off to him. Of course, he's a bit sharper than All Might is. That's not to say Yagi's stupid, he's just not a particularly deep thinker, prefering to do things instinctually.

"so, where the hell's this book then?" Yep, i figured Katsuki would ask about that. Unlike All Might, who just accepted my tale and moved on, Katsuki would probably either want to read about the book to learn about what i could do, try and learn how to use Flames himself, or perhaps both. Probably both. Good thing i have a plan for this.

"Well, it was actually in my backpack when that Sludge Villain attacked." Katsuki of course looks irritated at the reminder. "It fell out when i threw it, and landed in one of the fires, so it was destroyed. Thankfully i had already read the whole thing, so i still remember what was in it." I did actually lose one of my books in that way, it was just one of my note-books. That one, if i recall, was full of prototype ideas for my costume when i become a hero.

"I see. So, think you could teach me?" Yep, figured. I've been toying with the idea of teaching Katsuki how to use Flames for a while, but i was hesitant for the same reason i wanted to teach him. He's almost definitely a Storm type, and mixing the power of 'Destruction' with his explosion? He'd be even more dangerous than ever before. Like taking a shark and adding lasers to it.

"Sure. I've no problem with that. Meet up with me after school at the beach every day, and i'll try my best to teach you." If i'm gonna have Katsuki at my back, i might as well make him as powerful as i can. And I may not be a Sky, but i feel a bond with Katsuki. It's probably that rumored brotherly bond that all Lightning and Storm types share. That's probably why Hayato never killed Lambo, even if it looked like he was trying to every other day.

"YOSH! I'm gonna master this stupid Flame thing, and kick your ass! That way i'll prove once and for all that i'm the best there is!"

"Haha, you never change Katsuki." It might just be my imagination, but I didn't feel any actually heat behind his words. Well, enough about that, we finally reach school. Time to be bored out of my mind for the next 8 hours. You'd think in a world where the extraordinary is the mundane, the education system would be at least more intriguing.

The next week goes pretty normally. Get up in the morning, do my stuff, go to school, hit the beach, teach Katsuki how to unlock his Flames, watch him get irritated, practice with One For All, go home, eat dinner, do homework, sleep, rinse and repeat.

It's saturday at about noon. Me and Yagi in his All Might form are doing some sparring. And by that I mean he's kicking my ass as i try and fight back using the 6% of One For All that i can control, while he shouts advice at me.

"Come on Izuku-kun, don't put all your energy into one move! You've gotta be quick, flexible! A real fight isn't just going to be you and a Villain slugging it out!"

Ignoring the urge to tell him that that's exactly what he does most of the time, i have to admit he's right. It takes too long for me to move One For All from one limb to the next. At this rate, i can almost land one hit on him, but i can't move fast enough to block his counter, let alone dodge it. It just takes too much concentration to charge one limb, release it, and charge the next one.

"Wait, that's it!" As i have my little epiphany, All Might takes my moments distraction to slug me in the face. It's only a rapid application of my Lightning flames that prevents him from breaking my nose.

"Ohh, have you figured something out, izuku-kun?"

"Yeah, i think so. If it takes too much time to move my power around my body," I reach inside me once more for the power of One For All. Only this time, instead of focusing it on one spot, i let it envelop my entire body. "I just need to charge up everything at once!"

As i cover myself in a combination of Green Sparks and a light glow as my Flames and One For All surge through my entire body at once, All Mights seemingly permanent grin spreads wider.

"Impressive Izuku-kun. Can you move like that?" Unbidden, a grin appears on my face as well.

"Don't know. Let's find out."

As it turns out, my new move takes a lot of getting used to. Not only do i now have all cylinders going full throttle instead of focusing on one thing at a time, i still need to concentrate on maintaining it. As it is, one solid blow is enough to break my focus and cause me to drop it.

Oh well, practice makes perfect. And i still have about 4 months before the U.A. exam.

After another hour or so of getting beat up, i find myself on my back. All might's called it a day, due to his own time limit as well as Hero business, and so i'm left with the rest of the day to do with as i please.

Right as i'm thinking of what to do, i get a text. For a moment I can't remember who this 'Momo' chick is, but after digging a little bit in my memory, it hits me.

Man, that was only a week ago? Feels like it's been ages. Let's see:

"Greetings, izuku-san. Sorry to disturb you, but i have found myself with some free time, and i was curious if you wished to meet up again. I found our discussion on the application of quirks rather enjoyable. Though, don't feel you must accept my request, it is merely blah, blah, blah, mall, later today, blah, blah, blah, afternoon tea."

Man doesn't this chick know that text messages are supposed to be the faster way of talking to someone? What's up with this freaking essay? Ah, whatever. This sounds like a nice way to spend today. Let's see,

"Hey Momo! I'd love to meet up with you again! Today works just fine for me. I can be at the mall in about 45 minutes if that's okay with you?"

I'd like to take a shower first, hence the extra 15 minutes. Don't want to smell like a pig in front of a lady, now do i? As i wait for a response, i get up and start headed home to clean up and change. Let's see, what should i-

*Ding* Well, that was quick.

"45 minutes works just fine for me. I'm very thankful that you blah, blah, blah, food court, i'll be wearing a red dress, oh, but don't take that to mean blah, blah, see you soon!"

I guess i'll have to get used to this if i end up talking to her more frequently. She seems nice enough, if a bit excitable. Well, i might as well get prepped.

After the roughly 40 minutes it took to get cleaned up and reach the mall, i was double checking the time on my phone to make sure i wasn't late when i looked up and saw her.

Wow. I may not be the most poetic of people out there, but i do hold a healthy respect for the romantic. And let me tell you, if i was an artist who painted the scene in front of me, it would be worth its weight in gold.

She's wearing a red dress with a black sash around her stomach with a gold crisscross design leading down to red roses, more flowers around the top of her chest that connected the red to a white, kinda transparent part that wrapped up and around her neck, held by a black ribbon. She had black, lace sleeves, if you could even call them that seeing as they start halfway between her shoulders and elbows, and look unconnected to the rest of the outfit. Besides this, she had a simple watch on her right wrist, and black heels on her feet with two wraps, one around her toes and the other around her ankle.

Her clothes, combined with a slight breeze that tussed up her hair, and the pure smile she got when she looked up to fix her hair and spotted me made for quite the image.

"Izuku-san! I'm glad you could make it." Now i remember the other reason i liked hanging out with her. The sheer force of cheer and excitement the she exudes is addicting.

"it's no problem, Momo. But jeez, you're making me feel kinda under-dressed with your outfit. You look great." I'm not even being humble with that remark, either which is the worst part.

I'm wearing much the same thing i was when we first met. My hair is done up in the same style of a ponytail with two bangs to frame my face, and i'm wearing a black over-shirt with a white tee underneath. I'm wearing my preferred combat boots as usual, and my blue-jeans are just tight enough that i don't look like i'm trying on the wrong size pants without restricting my movement.

What? At my core i'm still a mafioso. You gotta learn to mix appearance with practicality. Also, i wouldn't be caught dead wearing skinny jeans.

"Not at all! Y-You look good too, Izuku-san." I don't think i've seen someone ever go from indignant to embarrassed so fast.

"Aw, shucks. You're too nice. Now, how about we head on over to grab something nice to drink."

The next hour goes smoothly. As we settle in, and Momo gets more comfortable around me, she starts stuttering less, and getting more enthusiastic about our discussion. Currently we're talking about the latest news on carbon nanotubes and their practicality both on the macro and micro level in terms of construction and production. Yeah, i'm a bit nerdy. Deal with it.

Unfortunately, it's at about the 60 minute mark that things go a bit pear-shaped. Thankfully, it's not another wanna be villain. It is, however just about as annoying.

As we're walking out of the restaurant, me and Momo where still chattering away in techno-babble, when we heard a sound of distress not too far away. Looking over, i feel the joy in me slip away like water through a sieve.

"L-Let go of me!" A girl, about our age, 5' 2", fair skin, brown hair with bangs and a sort of bob, and currently being held onto by some obnoxious punk-looking dude. He's pretty typical in appearance, leather jacket, black hair that's slicked back, and a face that's neither hot nor ugly, if it weren't for the anger in his eyes, badly hidden by the sickly grin his mouth's making around a toothpick.

"Come on, now. I just want to have a good time, show you around."

"I-I said let me go!" Oh yeah, he's also holding onto her right arm. Well, i can't exactly let this go, now can i? One of the first lessons you learn when working for the Vongola is 'disrespect women at your own risk', largely because most females in the mafia can hold their own, but also because most men in the Vongola staunchly believed in chivalry, and if you were caught harassing a woman, it didn't end well for you.

"Oi. I think the lady told you to let her go." Unlike the voice i use to talk to Yagi or Momo, which is warm and friendly - if not borderline flirty when it comes to the latter, freakin' hormones - the voice i'm using now is the same voice Decimo uses when he's dealing with families that were, shall we say, less than reputable. It's a cold tone, that says 'back off now, before i make you'.

"Huh? Who the hell're you?" Unfortunately, it looks like this guy is too dumb to register this fact.

"Just a concerned samaritan, with a healthy respect for women. A respect you seem to lack." As the situation seems to finally be getting through his skull, instead of doing the smart thing and backing off, he decides to go full blown retard.

"Now look here buddy, i ain't gotta listen to you or anybody else, so i suggest you fuck off before i make you." With this less than intimidating retort, the guy raises up his hands. On the positive note, he's now let go of the girl, who runs behind Momo. On the negative, his fingernails lengthen into full-blown claws. Neat.

" *Sigh* Well, never let it be said i didn't try and warn you." I am so not in the mood for this. Why can't i just relax for a day without having to deal with a prick who's too busy polishing their ego to realize how out-matched they are.

As the guy tries to run at me, no doubt envisioning in vivid detail how i'm going to beg for mercy as he shreds my face, I raise a single hand, middle finger and thumb in a classic flick position.

See, something i realised early on about having immense physical strength: the sheer air pressure exerted by my muscles is practically a weapon itself. Of course, a flick at about 5% strength is less the 'weather changer' of All Might, and more equivalent to a punch from a normal person. Range is pretty shit though, only going about 5, 6 feet out before dissipating.

*Thump!* That's the sound of a guy being hit in the face with the air equivalent of a boxing glove moving at a respectable speed. Dude didn't even see it coming, heh. As the dude slumps over, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, i walk over to him until he looks up at me looming over him. He's actually probably an inch or two taller than me, but with him like this, the size difference is reversed plus some.

"Now, you can either do this the easy way, and leave now, or you can do this the hard way. And trust me, the hard way will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me." For added effect, i let my Lightning Flames out around my eyes, making them glow and spark a bit with green electricity.

Needless to say, the dude took one good look at my eyes and decided it was in his best interest to be as far away from me as possible, so he got up and bolted, stumbling a little at first.

Thank goodness. I was getting tired of sharing air with a waste of a space like him. What? I'm a mafioso. Did you expect me to be all 'Peace be upon you' and 'kumbaya'? Nah. I may be a nice guy, but the world's a dog-eat-dog place. Changing realities doesn't change that rule. Hell, since super-powers aren't a strictly Mafia thing in this world, that rule might just be even more apparent.

Sighing, i discard my current train of thought, and turn around to look at Momo and the new girl. They both look fairly surprised, but Momo less so. She must be getting used to my antics by now.

"Sorry about that. Are you alright?"

"O-Oh, yeah! Thank you very much!" She startled a little, probably still processing what just went down, before she got a huge smile on her face. Unlike Momo who's always a bit nervous, and talks super formally, this girl practically radiates joy and simple charm.

"Don't worry about it. It's just not in my nature to let people like that do what they want. We just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"Still, Izuku-san, they way you convinced that man to back down without letting it blow up into a full fight was quite remarkable!" Ah, there's Momo with the usual exaggeration.

"Seriously, it was nothing. Dude was probably used to getting what he wanted and never had to actually feel pain before. That little love-tap was nothing."

"Not at all!" Oh, now the new one's talking. I should probably learn her name.

"You helped me out despite not even knowing me! That makes you super awesome! Kinda like a Hero!"

"It was just the right thing to do. Well, in the end i'm just glad you're safe, miss..." And cue the look of realisation.

"Ah, my bad! My name's Ochaco Uraraka! Nice to meet you!" Jeez, she's like Katsuki, only if instead of angry, he was super bubbly...I don't know why, but that image just scares me. Like a quiet Ryohei.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this is my friend." I jut a thumb out at Momo.

"I'm Momo Yaoyorozu. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Uraraka-san."

We proceed to spend the next fifteen minutes getting to know each other. Especially considering after introductions, a mall cop showed up. Apparently someone had reported that a disturbance was going down. Too bad, the cop arrived too late to do any good.

After giving our statements, i learn that Ochaco here is also aiming to become a hero, and go to UA. What a coincidence. Well, it is the largest and most well-known hero school in Japan, so i guess it's not that surprising that tons of people want to get in.

Oddly enough, Momo and Ochaco hit it off almost immedietly. I guess since Ochaco is super bubbly, it calls out to the repressed nature of Momo, who is actually pretty bubbly under her confidence issues. That's not to say i don't like Ochaco, in fact she does seem really nice, but i spent way too much time with Ryohei back in my old world, and i'm half expecting her to start screaming the word 'Extreme' at me.

Of course, there was one moment where things were a bit awkward.

"So, are you two, like, dating?"

"W-W-What?! N-No! We aren't! I would never! Ah, that's not to say i'm opposed to the idea! Izuku-san is very nice! But-" Yeah, better cut her off before she blow's a blood vessel.

"We're just friends, Ochaco. We actually only met about a week ago. We were just hanging out and getting to know each-other better today."

"Oh, i see. Sorry for the misunderstanding! You two just seemed really comfortable with each-other." Huh, i guess we do act like old friends. I hadn't really noticed.

After that we all separated. Somehow, along the way i got roped into a get together with the both of them next Saturday. No clue how. Well, it could be worse, i suppose. I'd like to think me and Momo are friends by now, and Ochaco seems nice. I could have to spend my weekends with Katsuki.

Well, i suppose i should head home now. I have some ideas for my Hero outfit that i wanna get a rough outline for, before i lurk around the internet checking if any of my ideas are actually physically possible. Good times.

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