Midoriya and Shinsou slowly blink, looking at the thin paper in the taller's hands. Midoriya found this in his mailbox before heading to the bar, Shinsou the first person he showed it to.

Something about what Asui said stuck with him, the thing about Shinsou being flirty with him.

"What're you two looking at," Todoroki asks as he moves between then two, Shinsou holding back a growl.

"This was in my mailbox this afternoon," the shorter of the three huffs, "I don't know who left it."

"Sorry to change the subject, but I was about to head to the gym. Do you want to come too? We could do a quick spar."

Midoriya looks to Shinsou, who looked annoyed and hateful.

"Okay," he says as a question, looking back to Todoroki. The taller smiles softly, "You ready to go now or do I need to wait?"

"Give me a minute."

He nods then walk out the building, Midoriya stepping closer to Shinsou.

"Do you mind helping me find out who's number this is? I could really use the help."

Shinsou smirks, "Sure, but I expect a date in return."

"A da-date?"

"Yeah. Still, want my help?"

Midoriya blushes as he pushes his lips together, slowly nodding his head. Shinsou's smirk grows to a grin, "Sweet. Ah, better not keep Todoroki waiting."

"Y-yeah," the shorter turns to the door, "s-see you later."

Midoriya bends forward, his palms touching the ground. As mentioned before, he would go with Uraraka to her yoga class. It was really calming and he even got a bit flexible. The most he's ever done was a split, due to a stretching accident.

He blinks then looks at Todoroki, "What?"

"Don't bend over like that."

"I was only stretching," Midoriya mumbles as he sits up straight. Todoroki sighs, "How well do you know your quirk?"

"Not that well, I haven't really had the chance to use it."

The taller nods then activate his own powers, ice around his left foot and his right shoulder outlined in large flames. He's also shirtless.

"R-right off the bat," Midoriya blushes, putting his fists up.

"When you're fighting Yamikumo and his Bakugou clone, he won't give you time to get your bearings. He'll attack as soon as he sees you," the taller then thrusts his left arm in the air, flames raging towards the shorter. Midoriya's eyes widened. How was he supposed to activate his quirk? Was it something like a feeling in his gut or did he have to bite something?

Midoriya jumps to the side, dodging the flames as they crash into the wall.

"How am I supposed to activate my powers like this," he mumbles, "I don't know how. Jesus, I shouldn't have found that rock! M-maybe if I don't think about it and relax my body a bit? No, did I ever activate it before? I think I did with Iida, but did it work then?"

"Uh...Midoriya?"

The flames on Todoroki's shoulder goes down, concerned for the shorter. Why was he murmuring like that? What is he murmuring about?

Thinking it was a distraction, his shoulder flames growing. This time, Todoroki attacks with his right side.

"Don't think about it too much," a ghostly voice echoes in Midoriya's head, he soon felt a hand on his forearm.

"Who are-."

"Listen to me," the woman's voice echoes, "stand proud."

Midoriya doesn't question her, standing proud.

"Stare your opponent down."

He does.

"Look to his attack."

He does.

"Raise your fist, clench your butt cheeks and shout as loud as you can 'smash'."

As soon as he couldn't feel the hand anymore, Midoriya took a stomp forward. He raises his fist and clenches his ass cheeks, his skin beginning to glow as teal lighting bolts radiate off and around him. He the red vein marking appear as he grunts, "Smash," he shouts as he thrusts his fist forward, the tip of his middle knuckle touching the ice wall. Soon, the ice breaks and gets blowback along with Todoroki. What was this power? Where did it all come from?

As soon as the wind stops and everything's calm, Midoriya falls on his knees while using his good hand to grip his arm. He grunts in pain as he hunches over, tears in the corner of his eyes. This hurt worse than anything he's ever felt before.

"What the hell happened," Todoroki asks, inspecting Midoriya's arm.

"I-I don't know," he struggles to say, "all I did was a punch."

"We've got to get you to a healer."

"A hospital?"

"A hospital can't fix what you did to your arm. The person I'm taking you to will."

"Jesus, Todoroki, what the fuck did you do to his arm?"

"I didn't do it!"

"Could you please fix it," Midoriya shouts through the pain. The young man huffs, "Alright. This is going to make me and you a little sleepy."

He licks the palm of his hand before touching Midoriya's arm, it healing as soon as he moves his hand back.

"Thank you, Shuuzenji," Todoroki sighs.

"The only time I get guests is when someone's badly injured," the shorter huffs, looking to Midoriya. He couldn't believe it, he's found a male that's shorter than him. His white hair is curly and short, his eyes a dark teal. He has a small bit of facial hair and looks as if he could fall asleep at any moment. He wears a medical needle around his neck and has a band-aid on his cheek.

"Thank you," Midoirya croaks, feeling tired.

"The name's Shuuzenji Iyasu by the way," he looks from Midoriya to Todoroki, "You, take him home to rest."

The taller nods then pick Midoriya up bridal style, "How's your grandmother doing?"

"Fine," Shuuzenji states, "I'm going to visit her this weekend."

The taller nods then leave the small house. Where to take Midoriya...he could take him back to the bar, but the gang would ask questions. He could take him home, but he didn't want to seem like a pervert.

He sighs, "To the bar it is."