5/31/19 - MADE SOME EDITS! HOLY FUCK I WAS SO SLEEPY WRITING THE CHAPTER I MIXED UP SEVENTY FOUR AND SEVENTY EIGHT ARGHHH

Anyway, I'll be going over some reviews, so yeah, let's do this shit.

LaeWo: Hey, thanks man! Believe me, writing that part gave me something greater than diabetes. Hope to see you around!

Tellemicus Sundance: Thanks for the constructive criticism bro! I know that I make it look like he has it too easy, but some things from his past are indeed coming back to make things a bit harder. I didn't reveal a lot about his past for a reason, and the only things I've cleared from now on was that Izuku's family was attacked in an incident, and that the Yaoyorozus took him in. This isn't for free, though. More details will be revealed in the future, and I personally don't like foreshadowing future events for the risk that I might be too predictable.

Also, the Yaoyorozus suddenly taking him in has something to do with me on a personal level. I am an adoptive child, just like our lil' cinnamon roll, and remembering how my adoptive family took me in kinda inspired me to start this story in the same way. (wow, that got kinda dramatic, huh?)

I'll take your suggestions to heart, man! Thank you!

hakon2feb: OH MY GOD YES THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT! I EDITED THE CHAPTER AS SOON AS YOU REVIEWED THAT HAHAHA
I was also really kinda groggy when I wrote that, so thanks for pointing that out, man! That helped a lot.

Also, when they were attacked, they weren't in Shizuoka. They were attacked somewhere else in Japan, and young Izuku was lost. You'll find out more stuff about that later on. Sorry for not pointing that out clearly, but I'll make sure it's in there in the next chapters.

skullcrusher3317: Thanks man, and thanks for the quirk name too! Since I took Physics as a course, it would be more enjoyable for me to place Physics related shit into the fanfic, and it would allow me to make things happen within the realm of possibility. Some of his outplays are going to be inspired by JoJo (love that fucking anime) and stuff like that. So yeah, thanks man!

darklorekitty666: Thanks man! I'll try to tone him down a bit, but he might be kinda OP. Scratch that, he most probably will be.

I'll delve into the friendships later on, but for now, I'm kinda sticking to canon for a while. Thanks again bro!

King Meezy: I'll check it out soon. Our school recently just started vacation, and I'm still really burned out to do anything interesting with my life. Thanks for the suggestion bro!

beingwithu: He indeed is!

Thanks for getting me up to 100+ likes and 150+ follows, my dudes! Here's another chapter for y'all. As usual, tell me what you think and stuff, yada yada yada. Enjoy!

Chapter IV – Training, The Exam, and Old Friends

Momo woke up to the sight of Izuku carrying a huge tray in his hands. While this wasn't the first time something like this would happen, she couldn't help but smile at the sight. The boy's good heart hadn't wavered even slightly during his stay with them, proving to the world that his principles and convictions were as true as they could get. Sitting up on his bed, Momo got out of the covers and allowed the green-haired boy to place the tray on her lap.

"Wow, you're up early," Momo said. The young man merely smiled at the remark. Unbeknownst to him, this small gesture made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Force of habit, I guess. Besides, when you've lived on the streets for basically half your life, you'd be surprised at how uncomfortable mattresses picked up at dumpsters could get," he said with a chuckle, memories of his old tattered comforter rushing back to him. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but he learned how to make do with barely any ease and comfort.

"Come on, eat up, we're taking the train, and we wouldn't wanna miss it now, would we? I'll pack up your stuff. I've already fixed up mine, anyway," said Izuku, as he pointed to the travel bags settled at the corner of his room.

"Alright. Thanks, Izu. I'll fix myself up as fast as I can," replied Momo, before digging in to the food Izuku had brought upstairs.

"Don't sweat it. I'll take a shower first, alright? I'll get to your stuff after."

Momo merely nodded, as her was mouth too full to respond verbally. With that, Izuku took his towel from his room, and left the black-haired heiress, who was still preoccupied with her breakfast.

After the refreshing hot shower, Izuku came out of the huge bathroom, towel around his waist. To his surprise, as he had exited the shower, Momo was waiting outside, with a towel wrapped from just above her chest to shield Izuku from seeing her in all her glory. A violent shade of red was evident on Izuku's face, much to the black-haired girl's amusement. She had always liked to tease him in the littlest ways she could, hoping that maybe one day, he'd stop being so dense and take a hint. But as she looked at the boy's body that had seemingly been sculpted by the Greek gods, she'd think that this was her immediate karma for trying to charm him in ways she wouldn't even expect she would be doing. His chiseled abs, toned chest, and muscular arms exposed to her all at the same time had caused her to also become severely flustered. Deep in the recesses of her mind, she would tell herself that she would need to be mature in situations like these, but she couldn't deny that she liked what she saw.

And judging by the huge bulge forming beneath Izuku's towel, she could very well be sure that he did feel the same.

The two stood in silence for a few seconds, their eyes practically undressing the person in front of them.

'She's so fucking pretty. I never really got to look at her for longer than a few seconds, huh?' thought the young boy, somewhat breathless in the presence of what he thought was a goddess in front of him.

Momo wasn't faring that well, either.

'Why is he so… hot? I should be used to this, but how can he be this- fit?' she thought, her genius mind somehow suddenly lacking its usually wide vocabulary when it came to describing the young man in front of her.

Both of them slowly regained their composure, and soon enough, Izuku broke the silence.

"Hey, I'll start fixing your stuff. Don't take too long, alright?" he said, before making a mad dash for the stairs. Momo swore she saw him use his quirk. As she stepped into the shower, she slowly started to recollect her thoughts, and she began putting those romantic- and even sexual- ramblings at the back of her mind.

"Stupid hormones," she muttered under her breath.

As they finally finished getting ready, the family's chauffeur escorted them to a limousine outside and drove them to the train station. Getting off the luxury vehicle with their bags in hand, they boarded the train and relaxed quite a bit. They were both on their phones, looking for something to do while the train hadn't started yet. They started talking about the morning news, some of their past lessons, and Izuku told Momo some ridiculous stories about the time when he was on the streets. She didn't believe half the stories he'd told, much to our protagonist's chagrin. Soon enough, the train's engine bustled, and it took off after a moment's notice. The two extremely sleepy teenagers weren't really feeling swell that morning, and the train ride was basically just the two of them being wrapped in each other's arms and dozing off. As they reached their stop, as if on cue, Izuku woke up, and slightly nudged the sleeping Momo on the shoulder.

"Hey, we're here. Come on, my parents' place isn't that far from here," said Izuku, dragging Momo out of her seat and quickly picking up their belongings.

Izuku carried two duffel bags on his right arm, and he had a backpack slung over his left shoulder. Momo also carried one, albeit smaller, but it did have everything they would need. Her parents told them that they'd send someone to give the rest of their stuff once everyone in the house had a bit of time, as they were all indeed very busy. Momo was somewhat intrigued by the fact that the green-haired boy could carry almost everything they'd brought with them with little to no effort, but as she recalled the events that had transpired earlier that morning, she realized that she shouldn't be surprised that someone as fit as him would have difficulty lifting luggage. Of course, this wasn't without consequence; unknown to her, a faint shade of pink had crept its way to her cheeks, the young boy next to her seemingly unaware of how bashful she was at the moment.

Soon enough, they found the apartment that had once belonged to Izuku's biological parents, and soon enough, Izuku deeply inhaled the scent of nostalgia. Soon enough, he erupted into a coughing fit caused by the amount of dust that had gathered in the apartment, to which the black-haired girl giggled to.

"This place could use a lot of cleaning up. You wanna get started?" Momo asked, to which Izuku eagerly agreed to. Seeing a few conveniently placed brooms and a few dusters by the kitchen, the two started cleaning the relatively old apartment. Halfway into their chore, a buzz on Izuku's phone interrupted the two.

"Hold on a sec. Let me answer this," said Izuku, merely getting a nod from Momo, but as he turned to the screen of his phone, she slowly began to watch him like a hawk.

Unknown number
Sent 11:49
Midoriya, my boy! Are you in Shizuoka already? We must begin training soon! But if there's something else you have to do first, just tell me! I saw yesterday that you were fit enough already to inherit One For All, anyway! This is All Might! Catch you later, young man!

You
Sent 11:50
All Might sir! I just moved in here for the U.A. Entrance Exam in the next ten months! How convenient! I'll meet you soon; we just have to fix some stuff over here at the apartment! Where do you want to meet? I'll be there soon!

All Might
Sent 11:50
Ah, I see! Meet me at the beach once more! You'll be training there!

Emotions rushed through Izuku's head, mainly those of panic and excitement that came with the thought of being texted by the number one hero. He turned to his companion, and told her that he had an errand to run after they'd finished cleaning. She reluctantly acknowledged this, a bit sad that she'd be alone again for a while. After putting away the cleaning supplies, Izuku noticed the somewhat gloomy expression on Momo's face, and he stroked his hand through her hair while giving her a smile. To her surprise, he started braiding her hair, a small thing he'd always do when he knew she had wanted comfort. Reassured by this gesture, she wrapped her arms around him one more time before he'd stepped out the door. They had cleaned up the apartment quite well, and she laid herself on the now clean sofa and she had felt herself slipping out of consciousness due to the fatigue.

As Izuku reached the beach, he saw the lanky form of All Might in the middle of some heaps of trash. The hero took notice of the young man running towards him, and he looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Young Midoriya! You made it!" Toshinori said, beaming at the boy.

"Yes, I'm here now, sir! But why did you want me to train here?" the boy inquired, still curious on what All Might had in store for him.

"Ah yes! You see, this beach was once quite the beauty. That was until trash started to wash up on the shore, slowly tainting the white sand. Now, heroes nowadays only care about the flashy things, like defeating villains and showing off their quirks! But we shouldn't forget the true foundation of being a hero: community service! You, my boy, are going to clean this beach and restore it to its former glory!" boomed All Might, getting into his muscle form at the end of his sentence. His protégé surveyed the area, taking in the sheer amount of garbage he'd have to move to see the sun on the beach's horizon once more. Most people would give up at how much work it would take to do something like this, but Izuku wasn't like most people.

In fact, he felt even more motivated.

"I will do that, All Might, sir!" said the young man, eyes filled with excitement and determination.

"Now, now, we'll be seeing each other almost every day after this, and you won't have to be so formal by then. Call me Toshinori," said All Might, still quite amused at how polite the boy was.

Izuku nodded at the tall man, and it was evident in his expression that he was eager to begin.

"When can I start, Toshinori-san?" asked Izuku, literally hopping in place from excitement.

"NOW! And here's this! I've planned every detail of what you're going to do for your body for the next ten months, including what to eat and when to sleep! Be sure to follow this strictly, no deviations! Also, no using your quirk for when you're training! Am I clear, my boy?" asked All Might, to which the boy agreed to with absolutely no hesitation. Without further ado, Izuku started hauling trash into All Might's truck at a slow, but steady rate. As he finished his training for the first day, he looked over the area once more. He had a lot more to do, but he'd done a good amount of work. Satisfied with the young boy's performance, All Might placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You have done well today, young Midoriya! Now, you'll be doing this for the rest of the vacation, or up until you clean the entire beach. For now, go home and start sticking to the meal plan I made! See you tomorrow, young man!" said the number one hero, who then deflated into his normal form.

"Yes, Toshinori-san!" the boy beamed, and with that, they had went their separate ways. Stopping by a nearby supermarket, he bought groceries to stock the apartment's fridge for his and Momo's needs. He knew that she would need to eat a lot, too; it was it was once of the few repercussions that came with her very versatile quirk. As he paid for the groceries and headed home, he found Momo sound asleep on their newly-cleaned futon. He placed the groceries on the dinner table, and as if on cue, Momo woke up.

"Good… evening? Izu? That you?" she inquired, still quite groggy from her nap.

"Yes, it is me. What do you want for dinner? I'm cooking tonight!" Izuku quickly got into an apron, and the Yaoyorozu heiress was quite surprised.

"Whoa, you can cook?"

"You gotta stop being surprised every time I'd tell you that I'm capable of a life skill." Izuku chuckled while rubbing the back of his head.

"It was me and my mom's favorite pastime, and it was kinda how we bonded all through the years before the- you know. The incident."

Momo decided not to press any further, understanding that this was still a very sensitive topic. Wanting to see how good he was at the trade, she quickly formed a plan in her mind.

"Cook me something Italian."

She had hoped Izuku would somewhat be taken aback by her request, even just by a tad bit. She knew that he was almost always in control in any given situation, and as she had predicted, the shit-eating grin on his face only grew wider.

"Lucky for you, I think I can find a way to integrate this into my meal plan."

He then proceeded to grab all kinds of ingredients from the groceries he had just bought; ones for pasta, some for salads, and most for food Momo didn't even know existed. As he went through with cooking, Momo could only watch with an amazed expression on her face. She watched him masterfully dice vegetables, mix sauces of multiple varieties, and she observed that even while he was cooking, every move of his was fluid, with no excessive movement. Soon enough, he was holding a tray in one hand, propping up three different dishes.

"Chicken Cacciatore, Carbonara, and of course, I've always seen you look hungrier than usual when you're faced with lasagna. Would you care to dig in, mistress?" he said teasingly, and a small blush found its way to Momo's face. As she sat at the table, she started serving herself portions of the food Izuku had prepared, and as she bit down on every viand, her taste buds went into a world of flavor, each viand being tastier than the last. She was at an utter loss for words, and soon enough, Izuku began indulging himself in the Italian cuisine he had prepared, eating a lot more than he usually did. He always took pride in how he cooked, but he had felt that this time, he had outdone himself.

After stuffing themselves full, they both let out groans of satisfaction. Momo then stood up and sat in the chair next to Izuku, which left the boy wondering why she was doing this. However, all his questions were to be answered in the next few seconds.

"Compliments to the chef," Momo said, quickly planting a kiss on his cheeks. It grazed the side of his lips ever so slightly, and a part of him deep down wanted to cup her cheek and make her kiss him again. But he restrained himself, and he was left blushing furiously, much to Momo's amusement. They would always tease each other like this, and after all these years, they were both still extremely dense to realize that there were ulterior motives behind the small pecks on the cheek and the hugs that were tighter than usual.

As Izuku regained his composure, he began placing the plates by the sink, far too drained to wash them up. Momo felt the same, and they both found themselves watching whatever it was on television before they would doze off to sleep. Amidst a documentary titled The Human Brain before the Quirk Era, Izuku's interest was piqued by the fact that humans were limited to using only a rather small percentage of their brain's power. And with that, Izuku once again had a crazy idea.

"Hey Momo, I have something ridiculous in mind."

This somewhat excited Momo, knowing well that every time the green-haired boy had one of his so-called "crazy ideas", it would be something that would probably put some scientists to shame.

"You do? Do tell." she replied, very curious to what the Izuku had in mind.

"What if I sped up the movement of neurons throughout my body using my quirk?"

She could only stare dumbfounded at the boy, apparently shocked that he could think up stuff like these in the middle of the night. But she liked the idea, and she would help him discover if it would work.

"You wanna try it out?"

Izuku nodded, and she proceeded to pull out a pellet gun from her stomach. Izuku would've called her insane, had he not realized that the gun and its bullets were completely made from plastic. But he still couldn't wrap his head around why she had created the fake weapon.

Before Izuku could inquire, Momo was able to deduce that he would be questioning her motives, and she proceeded to explain.

"One primary function of neurons is that they relay messages throughout the body whenever one of its senses is used. That's basically reaction to stimuli. Let's see if speeding up your neural network can speed up your reaction time."

Izuku nodded at this, and he stood a fair distance away from Momo. Without warning, the black-haired girl fired the pellet gun, and Izuku successfully dodged the bullet, with it being a few millimeters away from his face.

"Phew, that was close."

Momo merely chuckled at the boy, and she fixed up her stance once more.

"Alright, now use your quirk," she exclaimed, before holding the plastic pistol up once more.

She once again fired the gun without any sort of cue, but as his quirk ran up to his brain, time seemed to slow down. The pellet was moving in slow motion, and he had time to properly calculate where it would go, and how he could stop it. Everything then seemed to fall into place as he caught the bullet in between his thumb and index finger.

Momo gasped in shock at how precisely he had caught the projectile, with just the right speed and just the right amount of force. Soon enough, the look of surprise on her face turned into a look of pride. Not pride for herself, but rather for her hero that just couldn't stop getting better.

As she examined Izuku more clearly, she could see that small green wisps were coming out of his eyes. She didn't know why, and she couldn't think of any scientific phenomenon to explain this, but it was just better to accept this as a part of his quirk's aesthetic. She couldn't deny that it brought out the color in his eyes, and that it had blended well with his freckles. Snapping herself out of her admiration, she saw Izuku turn his quirk off, and then the sheen of sweat covering his forehead. To her surprise, he began to fall to the floor. Luckily, Momo caught him and placed him back on the sofa.

"Well, that was a new experience. It also got a bit exhausting, but, hey, that's another useful thing to do with my quirk," said Izuku, before he finally mustered enough strength to prop himself up.

"Just take care of yourself, okay? Your exam's gonna be harder than mine, anyway." The recommendation exam was indeed better than the free-for-all that was the normal entrance exam; it was more tolerable, and it would show how practical the recommended students could get when their quirks were met with environments that weren't suitable for them. Momo was quite lucky that she had a quirk limited only by her own imagination, but she couldn't underestimate the trials that U.A. would make them go through. This was the best of the best, after all.

"Hey, let's go to sleep. I still have a lot of training to do tomorrow," said Izuku, all while stifling a yawn.

Momo nodded, and the two started to get back into their original position. They were too exhausted to make some more small talk, and both of them eventually fell asleep.

The next few months went by in a haze. Izuku's training with All Might did prove to be difficult, but on a sunny morning during the seventh month of their training, All Might was met with the sight of his successor shirtless, covered in sweat, but most importantly, even more well-built than when he had first saw him. All Might then looked around at the beach, which, to his surprise, was completely devoid of any garbage. The boy had even cleaned where he wasn't told to! Seeing all the hard work coming into fruition, the number one hero couldn't help but feel proud.

"OH- OH MY GOODNESS! YOUNG MIDORIYA, YOU HAVE FAR EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS! THIS BEACH IS COMPLETELY CLEAN, AND FREE FROM EVEN THE TINIEST PARTICLES OF DUST! I KNEW YOU WERE THE RIGHT CHOICE! YOU ARE INDEED THE WORTHIEST PERSON TO INHERIT MY POWER!" boomed the muscular man, before sitting down next to Izuku, lying down face first into the sand.

"Are you alright, my boy?" asked All Might, a bit of concern in his voice.

"Yes, Toshinori-san, I'm just kinda tired."

"THAT'S OKAY! You can rest for the remainder of the day, no problem! We'll use the remaining months to train you for fighting, and the like, but for now, take your needed rest! YOU DESERVE IT!"

"Thank you, Toshinori-san! Although, with you helping me, I can't help but feel that I kind of cheated," said Izuku with a chuckle, smiling sheepishly.

"Young man, what are you talking about? I merely guided you. Look at this!" Lifting the boy up on his shoulders, he spun around, giving the boy a view of what he had done. Izuku didn't expect himself to be this carried away, but he was quite happy that he had went overboard.

Putting the boy back down, the muscular figure of the number one hero placed a hand on the shoulder of his successor.

"This was all your doing. Now, enough of the sappy crap! Young Midoriya, it is time for your crowning ceremony!"

All Might then pulled out a strand of his signature blonde hair, and he held it up against the sunlight.

"Now, eat this!"

"E-eh?"

"Let me explain! To inherit my quirk, you need to ingest some of my DNA. This was the least disgusting way I could think of, and come on! I shampooed my hair before getting here! Eat it now, Young Midoriya!" said Toshinori, handing the boy the hair and a bottle of water to wash it down with.

The boy looked at the strand of hair with a bit of reluctance, but he eventually thought 'Fuck it, better than his spit or something,' and gulped down the hair. Emptying the water bottle of its contents almost immediately, the young boy swallowed hard, and soon enough, the hair was in his digestive track.

All Might then went back to his normal form, and began talking to the boy in a calmer tone.

"Now, it'll take a while for your body to digest One For All. In the meantime, you may rest. Come back here later, around five in the afternoon, and I'll help you summon your quirk. Sound good?"

Izuku nodded, and made his way back to the apartment. Momo was on the couch reading a book, and she didn't seem to notice the green-haired boy walking up to her. She squeaked in surprise to the green mop of hair suddenly placing itself on her lap, but she slowly regained her bearings upon seeing that it was just Izuku.

"Rough day at training, huh?" she asked, before going back to reading her book.

"Yeah, but it was the last day. I'll get to spend more time with you now," he replied, smiling as he'd succeeded in getting her to blush. She chuckled at the remark, and went on with her book. Noticing that she was subconsciously ruffling his hair, she looked down at her lap, and she was met with the sight of Izuku sound asleep, a peaceful expression on his face. Before she had resumed reading once more, a silly thought had filled her mind.

'Who would've thought that someone as strong as Izu could double as a cinnamon roll?"

Izuku woke up with a strange feeling of power coursing all over his body. Concluding that it was probably One For All finally entering his system, he saw a paper bag on the dinner table with a note attached to it.

Hey, I went to buy some books. I made you lunch! I put it in a paper bag because you're always on the run. Hope you like it. I'll see you later tonight! I'll be doing some exploring too. Take care! Text me if you need anything. xoxo
- Momo

The boy smiled at the note, admiring her very clean handwriting. The kanji was written with just the right strokes, not too long and not too short. After tearing his eyes from her delicate handiwork, he pulled up his phone and starting texting her.

You
Sent 1:42
Hey, I got the note. Thanks, lunch was delicious :))
See you later!

Momo
Sent 1:43
No prob! Least I could do for last night!

You
Sent 1:43
Come home soon later! I'm cooking again :D

Momo
Sent 1:44
Oooh! I'm excited! Okay! I also need to brush up a bit on my studies later. You wanna join me? Anyway, see you later! xoxo

And after shoving the last bits of lunch down his throat, he ran to the beach as quickly as he could. He was quite excited, and besides, no one could tell if he was using his quirk unless he was using it for his brain, right? He dubbed the ability Adrenaline, and it could get quite exhausting if he'd used it for more than a few seconds. He decided that it would only be used in the most crucial of moments, for time was always an important element in determining an outcome. Reaching the beach, the skinny form of All Might was there waiting for him, and as he saw the young boy, he smiled almost immediately.

"Ah, you're here, young Midoriya. Now, as I recall, your quirk allows you to control the speed your body moves in, right?" he asked, and the boy nodded in response.

"How do you, erm, call it to your body?"

Izuku put a finger up to his chin subconsciously as he recalled how he'd usually use his quirk.

"Well, I usually spread the speed all throughout my body, so that my other parts don't take physical backlash," answered the boy, eliciting a small smile from the taller man.

"How about you try doing that with One For All?"

Nodding in understanding, Izuku first began spreading 60km/h throughout his body, and after adjusting properly, he began to channel One For All into every nook and cranny of his physique. As he did so, green lightning crackled from each of his limbs, similar to the color of the wisps that would come from his eyes when he'd fill himself with adrenaline. Once he was acquainted with the feeling of overwhelming power from using his quirk and One For All at the same time, he met All Might's form with a look of determination.

"Well done! You have grasped the quirk well almost instantaneously, my boy! Now, what would you want to name this state?" inquired the number one hero, still somehow shocked from the boy's very rapid understanding of One For All.

"I think I'll call it Full Cowling!" replied the young man, practically beaming at Toshinori.

"That's another excellent name! Now, HIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!" encouraged All Might, buffing himself up. Izuku nodded, and the two proceeded to spar until the sun had set. Satisfied with his protégé's performance, All Might told the boy that he could take lessons on different martial arts, such as Muay Thai and Taekwondo, to augment his fighting style which was suited for melee combat. The boy did so without hesitation, studying the two arts and eventually sharpening his skills in them to a very respectable degree. He then took an interest in Krav Maga and Capoeira, which would help him implement some of the dirty moves he'd learned on the street into his fighting style. He even got Momo to get on a bit of Kickboxing, explaining to her that her quirk wouldn't be around all of the time. She agreed to this, and eventually, the two often got to sparring in the spare room their apartment had, the room once belonging to his father. This involved the both of them not using their quirks, and Izuku appreciated how Momo could put up a good fight, albeit almost every fight was dominated by him, as the streets did reward him with a lot of experience in that field.

More months passed through, and Momo's recommendation exam had come quicker than expected. However, she was extremely prepared for this, as she and her parents had conditioned her well enough for her to perform with utmost efficiency. As she came home after the exam, she was bombarded with Izuku's questions about the other students' quirks and how they used them to clear the obstacle course. Expecting nothing less from the green-haired boy, she began telling him about Yoarashi Inasa, who had insane control over winds and the like. Setsuna Tokage and Shoto Todoroki also piqued Izuku's interest, the latter being the son of Endeavor himself, and the former who was quite effective at using her quirk according to Momo.

Once the letter from U.A. came in and notified Momo that she had passed, they celebrated by eating a very fatty Western dinner Izuku had whipped up, which had Momo feeling delighted and Izuku feeling a bit guilty that he was cheating a bit on his meal plan. The next few months went by fast, with Izuku using half of his remaining preparation time to study for the written portion of the exam, and the other half was for sparring with All Might and some endurance training. During one of his more vacant days, he had looked in the mirror and realized that he had gotten rather bored of his appearance. Deciding to change this, he bought some black hair dye and got himself a haircut, specifically telling the barber to fix up his very messy curls. Satisfied with the barber straightening and slicking back his usually unkempt hair, he then went home and applied the hair dye in alternating portions, turning his hair into a pattern of alternating green and black. Once Momo had laid her eyes on him, she was extremely surprised by the sudden change in appearance, but, she did recognize that this was Izuku because of the big green eyes and the lean, muscular build. She was indeed very shocked by this, but she didn't have anything against it; if anything, she was rather turned on by his new look, not that she would admit it to him. And before he knew it, it was the day of the U.A. Entrance Exam.

Breathless at the sight of the prestigious school, it still took a moment for Izuku to process everything going on right now. Staring at the huge gates and the buildings that had looked like skyscrapers, he was too busy gawking at every marvelous structure in front of him before he had realized a fatal mistake.

Tripping on a rock, time seemed to slow down as he had turned to see the rapidly approaching pavement. Maintaining his calm and kicking up the adrenaline, he brought his body weight to his foot that was no longer on the ground, quickly regaining his balance. As he had turned off his quirk, his eyes were met with those of a girl his age, with a brown bob cut and two bangs that seemed to frame her face. She had her hand outstretched, and realizing that Izuku was back on his feet, she placed it behind her back.

"Oh, I was about to use my quirk on you to stop you from falling, but it looks like you handled yourself fine! My name's Ochaco Uraraka, by the way! Good luck on the exams, and I hope to see you when classes start!" She extended her arm towards him, and Izuku shook her hand gently, and he tried her best to match her wide smile. Noticing that she was holding back her pinky finger from touching his, the green-haired boy's curiousity was piqued once more.

"Hey, thanks anyway. I'm Izuku Midoriya. May I ask, Uraraka, what is your quirk?" the boy inquired, eager to know more.

"My quirk is called Zero Gravity. If I touch something with all the five pads on my fingers, it becomes weightless!" she said, seemingly excited that someone had asked about her quirk.

It took all of his willpower to stop himself from muttering the various applications and technicalities the quirk could have, and instead he opted to just suggest to her a few things instead of the usual storm of messy thoughts.

"Oh, that could be so useful for a rescue hero!"

"Yep, that's what I wanna be!" she beamed, enthusiasm seemingly seeping out of her figure. Noticing that there were only a few people left by U.A.'s gates, Izuku realized what he was to do here in the first place.

"Hey, the written portion of the exam's gonna start in a while. Do your best there and in the practical, yeah? I'm rooting for you!" said Izuku, getting a smile from the now named Ochaco.

"Sure, I'm rooting for you too! See you there, okay?" she replied, and Izuku waved her goodbye and went on his way. As he entered the exam room, he took up his assigned seat, and soon enough, the room was filled with hero hopefuls. Their proctor was the R-Rated Hero, Midnight, and she began explaining the rules of the exam, and Izuku noticed that some boys and a few girls were paying more attention to her rather voluptuous assets than the exam's regulations. After she had finished, she began to distribute the tests, and she started the timer for the written portion, which was fifty-five minutes. Izuku began to work through the various questions, and he had answered them with ease, with the exception of a few parts in the English and Quirk Laws part of the test, which he came back to after finishing every other portion he could answer. Settling his internal debates, he answered them as well, and took a look at the clock to notice that he still had fifteen minutes left. He took five minutes to review his answers, and after all his doubts were cleared, he had passed the paper to Midnight. Glancing at his answers and then at the answer key given to them by the principal, she was taken aback at how the two sheets of paper were nearly identical, save for the open response parts which were to be personally checked by Nezu.

"Done so soon? My, my, you're an interesting boy. Would you want me to occupy the rest of your time, sweetheart~?" she whispered, eliciting a faint blush from the boy. Izuku regained his composure, and decided to have a little fun with the teacher.

"You in for a quickie, cutie?" he whispered back, and upon registering his words, the heroine immediately flushed red, but she wouldn't allow herself to be beaten at her own game. She has had her time with younger boys, and she made a mental note to look for the boy with black and green hair once classes had started. Seeing that some of the students were standing up to pass their papers, she sighed and looked back at her new target.

"As much as I would love that, I have to deal with these other kids and check their papers. I hope you get in, baby boy. Bye!" she said in a sultry tone, putting well-placed emphasis on those two words. She then handed a small strip of paper to the boy, winking at him. He smirked back, and as he was about to exit the room, he looked back once more, and Midnight made a telephone gesture with one of her hands.

"Call me," she mouthed.

Realizing that the strip had her number written on it, Izuku tucked it away in his backpack, and hoped that no one would ever see that. He wondered what mess he had gotten himself into once more, but he just accepted this and thought that whatever what was gonna happen, would happen. 'Better finish what I started, right?' he thought, and he began to walk towards the auditorium where the debriefing on the practical exam was to take place. Finding his assigned seat once more, he waited a while before the silence was finally broken by a familiar voice he'd hear almost every morning on his podcasts.

"HEY LISTENERS! CAN I GET A HEEEEEY!" screamed Present Mic, voice amplified by his quirk. Much to the hero's disappointment, everyone was practically scared out of their wits, and no one had replied to him. He expected this, though, and began to explain the rules of the practical exam without prompting any more chants from his audience. He pushed a button on the remote he was holding, and a short animated video that emphasized the important points of his speech started playing in the background.

"Everyone's nervous, I see! That's alright! Now, in the practical portion of the exam, y'all will be fighting faux villains in different battle centers! You may bring what you need, and attacking other examinees is grounds for immediate disqualification! There are three types of villains present in each battle center, and they will be holding different point values from one to three! The practical exam will last for ten minutes, and your admission will be determined by the number of points you rack up!"

A hand then shot up from the middle of the students, followed by a stern, earnest voice. A spotlight was then flashed on him, getting the attention of all the other students.

"Sir! May I ask a question!" said the boy, and Izuku noticed that he was quite tall, and he had quite the clean haircut compared to his. The guy fit the description of "stuck-up", but he knew better than to judge from first impressions.

"Well, you just did!" replied Present Mic, which earned the chuckles of a few students.

"May I ask one again, sir?" said the tall teen, to which the Voice Hero snickered at.

"You just did! Again!" he blurted out, and this time, the laughs were louder.

Before the robotic teenager could open his mouth once more, Present Mic seemed to decipher what he was going to ask about, and began speaking with his quirk once more.

"Now, jokes aside; Examinee Number 7111, you were about to ask about the fourth kind of villain, right?"

"Yes sir! If you were saying that there would only be three types of villains, then what is this fourth one in the handouts you gave us? A printing mistake like this would bring shame to one of Japan's most prestigious hero schools!" affirmed the boy, and Izuku swore that the people behind him were already talking about how much of a nerd that guy was. Not paying them any attention, Izuku focused on what the blonde-haired hero was going to say.

"Ah, yes! That one! That villain's like one of those Thwomps in Super Mario Bros! Not like you kids would know what they are, anyway! In short, that villain's worth zero points! Taking it out would have no merit whatsoever! It's not impossible to destroy, but it is advised to avoid it at all costs!"

"Thank you, sir!" said the tall teen, finally sitting back on his seat, and almost simultaneously, the spotlight that was once on him was turned off. Present Mic then cleared his throat, and he was about to give the last few pointers before the practical portion would begin.

"All right, that's all I have to say for this part of the exam! Finally, I'll leave you listeners with one thing; our school motto! As the hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said: 'True heroism consists of being superior to the ills of life.' Now go out there, and go beyond! PLUS ULTRA! Good luck with the exam, everyone!"

Everyone then headed towards the buses that would take them to the battle centers, and as Izuku blended with the crowd, he couldn't help but marvel at the variety of people present that day. Multiple mutation quirks could be seen already, and some had brought equipment that almost obviously revealed what their quirks were. Once the bus had arrived at Battle Center B, where Izuku was assigned to, he saw two familiar faces in the midst of the people: Examinee #7111, and Ochaco Uraraka. He wanted to thank her for their interaction earlier that morning, and seeing that she was quite nervous, he wanted to wish her luck. As he began walking towards her, he was stopped by a hand that was placed on his shoulder.

"That girl seems to be focusing. Are you here to merely deter those trying to be heroes?" spat the tall teen, to which Izuku retorted.

"That was uncalled for. You look like you've been raised to be a good man. Prove it. Don't act so quickly on your prejudice. She was someone I met this morning, and she did something to help me. I merely wanted to thank her and wish her luck."

Examinee #7111 then bowed at a perfect 90° angle, and apologized for his mistake.

"I see. Forgive me, for I'm on edge because of my nerves. I hope I can amend for my false assumptions."

Izuku then smiled internally; the guy wasn't a dick after all. He was just really earnest.

"Don't fret about it. I'm Izuku Midoriya. Good luck out there, man," said the green-haired boy, holding out a hand for the other boy to shake.

"Tenya Iida, at your service. Good luck as well, and I hope to see you once more in U.A.!"

Izuku smiled at the boy, and turned his head back to the gates. As if on cue, Present Mic took his place at the top of a tower, and he held a microphone in his hand.

"ALL RIGHT! LISTENERS, THE TEN MINUTES ARE TICKING DOWN! STAAART!" screamed the blonde hero, and as the words had left his mouth, Izuku sprang into action, channeling 72km/h throughout his body along with fifteen percent of One For All. All Might had told him that this was the amount of the quirk he could use without any physical backlash, but fifteen percent of the number one hero's power was not something to be disregarded.

Spotting a two-pointer along with a group of four three-pointers, he tore out the two-pointer's tail and threw it towards the group. Impaling them all in one shot, Izuku started mentally tallying how many points he had acquired.

'That makes fourteen points.'

Sprinting to another unoccupied road, he saw three two-pointers and two-three pointers. Repeating the technique he had done earlier, Izuku wasted no time in checking if the group was down, and ran towards the nearest street for more villains.

'Twenty-six.'

He then found a one-pointer along with five two-pointers, and made a plan in his head almost instantaneously. Tearing off one of the miniguns from the one-pointer before destroying it with a kick to its head, he then aimed the still-functioning firearm towards the two-pointers. The bullets pierced through their armor cleanly, and they fell down in an almost uniform manner.

'Thirty-seven.'

Scaling a building to look for more villains, he spotted a group of three-pointers huddled around another examinee, inches away from dealing serious damage. Sprinting towards the scene, Izuku kicked off the head of a three-pointer, causing it to ricochet and explode into the other three-pointers. Lifting the debris from the other examinee, which was a foreign-looking blonde boy, he spared no time for conversation and sprinted away once he had concluded that he had done his job.

'Alright, that makes forty-nine! And hey, I've got to have some merit for saving that guy back there, right?' thought Izuku, as he resumed his mad dash to obtain more points.

Unbeknownst to all the examinees, pro heroes were monitoring each individual's performance in the entrance exam. Each score was being tallied, and their skills were being assessed at the same time.

"My, my, we certainly have an interesting crop this year!" said a voice in the dark room.

"Of course! They are all showcasing abilities which will be important in their future careers as heroes," said the principal, whose species was still being heavily debated on the internet.

"Information gathering ability." The cameras switched view to a boy with six arms, standing on top of a building and turning some of his limbs into eyes and ears to look for more villains.

"Speed." The monitors showed Iida kicking through robots using the momentum he'd gathered from running.

"And of course, sheer fighting ability." One monitor displayed Katsuki Bakugou destroying villains left and right with a huge grin plastered on his face, and another showed the calm and collected façade of Izuku Midoriya as he strategically destroyed groups of robots with fluid movements and impressive control.

Principal Nezu looked around the monitoring room, and saw a tall, slender man with capture gear wrapped around his neck raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Someone piquing your interest, Eraserhead?" asked the fluffy animal, hopping on the man's shoulder while doing so.

"That kid." Aizawa pointed to the monitor displaying the green-haired boy, which currently showed him using his speed to outmaneuver robots and get them to destroy themselves.

"Oh? What makes him interesting?" inquired Nezu, albeit already having a good idea of what Aizawa was about to say.

"He works with utmost efficiency. His quirk can generate more than enough kinetic energy to destroy the robots, but he opts to conserve energy and uses his strength in such a way that it would get him the most number of points with the least amount of effort. I want him in my class," he reasoned out, and that last bit was said with a tone which was a bit demanding.

"We'll see about that when the exam is over. For now, let's begin the true test, shall we? Power Loader, would you kindly hit that red button over there?" said the principal, before breaking character and laughing manically. The entire faculty sweatdropped at the psychotic cackling, and after the principal had snuggled comfortably into Aizawa's capture gear, Power Loader pressed the button which had the label "Zero Pointer" on top of it.

On top of another building he had scaled, Izuku was catching his breath. He was satisfied with himself and the amount of points he'd garnered; surely, seventy-four points would be enough to pass. Present Mic then announced that only two more minutes remained, and Izuku decided to rest on top of the building for a bit. This plan was soon ruined, however, as the hulking mass that was the zero pointer was about to smash the building he was perched on. Reacting on time, Izuku leapt away from the range of the mechanical beast's hand, and began to run back down to ground level. He would've ran away like every other contestant and waited out the remaining time, but the sight of a head of familiar brown hair stuck beneath rubble stopped him dead in his tracks.

Ochaco was trapped in the debris.

"For fuck's sake. I don't get any rest now, do I?" muttered Izuku under his breath, dashing towards the girl. He lifted the debris off of her and brought her away from the huge robot. Getting the mechanical beast's attention, it raised an arm in an attempt to destroy the boy. But Izuku then leapt onto the faux villain's leg, and hopped away just in time for it to only manage to strike itself. It raised another arm in another attempt to swat the teen, but he repeated the same process with the monster's head, and caused it to punch itself in the face. Seeing as the blow had exposed some of the more vulnerable parts in the robot's armor, Izuku channeled 90km/h into his body, confident that there would be little to no backlash because his shirt was completely drenched in his sweat. Adding 25% of One For All would hurt, but he decided that it would be worth it. He then spun himself to build up more momentum, and he roundhouse kicked the large villain with All Might's trademark war cry.

"SMASH!" he screamed, and the zero-pointer went down. Using the last of his stamina to get down safely, he stood triumphantly in front of the other examinees before laying down on the floor, due to both exhaustion and celebration. Breathing raggedly, he screamed out one last time in an attempt to rid himself of the pain.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The rest of the crowd sweatdropped at the boy, both because of his display of power and how much of a total goofball he was. As Present Mic announced the end of the exam, an old woman with a huge syringe for a cane walked into the scene, looking at the young boy laying on the floor.

"Oh my, you're a lively one, aren't you?" She said with a giggle.

"Hey, it's The Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl! She's the reason why U.A. can keep doing entrance exams like these!" said a voice from the crowd, to which she smiled to. Returning her gaze to the boy still laboriously breathing on the ground, she checked him thoroughly, and there were no injuries on him, aside from a few scratches and cuts from metal. She gave him a light dose of healing, and turned to the other examinees to see if they needed any medical attention.

Still laying down, Izuku pointed to Ochaco, who was sitting down on a pile of rubble.

"Hey, Recovery Girl, *wheeze* could you go over to her? I think she *wheeze* sprained her ankle," said the young boy as he pointed to Ochaco, and the old woman wasn't expecting anything less of the young boy with the same heroic spirit as Toshinori.

She then kissed the teenage girl's ankle, and in a flash of green, it was healed.

"Thank you, Recovery Girl!" beamed Ochaco, infectious smile ever so present on her face.

"Don't worry about it, missy. Take care next time, okay?"

The brown-haired girl nodded in response, and she went off to change back into her normal clothes. Izuku did the same, and he headed home quite exhausted. Nearly fainting upon reaching the front door, Momo had luckily been there in time to help Izuku get onto his bed, and soon enough, he was sound asleep. She merely chuckled at the sight, and started preparing dinner. She made a mental note to wake him up after she had finished eating in order to allow him to rest some more.

A week had gone by quickly, and soon enough, a letter from U.A. was at their apartment. Practically shaking in his spot from both anxiety and excitement, Momo had to hold his hand to calm him down, much to both of their embarrassment. Beckoning for him to finally open the letter, he let out a deep breath and pulled out the device that was in the envelope. Without warning, it projected its video message, slightly surprising the two of them. They were met with the sight of All Might in a yellow and white formal suit, earning looks of confusion from both of them.

"Is this thing recording now? Am I good to go? Wait, Camera 2? What do you mean?"

The two sweatdropped at All Might's antics, for it was always refreshing to see the top hero fumble and trip over his words; it was something entirely different from his usual demeanor. Soon enough, the number one hero had regained his composure, and began talking in his usual voice filled with hope and determination.

"YOUNG MIDORIYA! Now, before I start giving you your results on the Entrance Exam, I know you're probably wondering why I'm in this projection right now! HAHA! It is because I, All Might, is now U.A.'s NEWEST STAFF MEMBER! I'm going to be imparting my knowledge onto the future generation of heroes, and part of that generation you will be!" boomed Toshinori, and Momo swore she had heard Izuku squeak upon hearing that last sentence. The feelings of relief washed over him, but he still kept himself on edge; the message wasn't done yet, after all.

"Now, looking at your written exam results, you have PASSED! WITH FLYING COLORS! You scored in the 99th percentile, and the person next to you was behind by a huge margin! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOUR PERFORMANCE IN THE PRACTICAL EXAM! YOU EARNED SEVENTY-FOUR POINTS, WHICH IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO PASS!" the projection then shifted to videos of him destroying the faux villains efficiently, and some of his crazier ideas had surprised Momo. 'I know he's smart, but I didn't know he was that smart! He was in control even in spur of the moment decisions like those!' she thought, earning another reason to admire the boy right next to her.

"BUT HOLD ON! THAT'S NOT EVERYTHING THERE WAS TO THE EXAM! BEHOLD!" the projection showed footage of him saving Ochaco and taking out the zero-pointer villain, and Momo felt a pang of jealousy within her when the footage of him carrying her bridal style had flashed. She pushed the feeling away, and she paid close attention to what the number one hero was about to say.

"THE EXAM WASN'T JUST SCORED BASED ON YOUR ABILITY TO FIGHT THE FAUX VILLAINS! IT WAS ALSO SCORED BY HOW YOU JUMPED INTO THE FRAY TO SAVE OTHERS! FOR THE BIGGEST TRAIT OF A HERO IS THAT OF SELF-SACRIFICE! AND NOW, I INTRODUCE TO YOU A NEW FACTOR IN THE EXAM: RESCUE POINTS! IZUKU MIDORIYA, SEVENTY-FOUR VILLAIN POINTS AND FIFTY-FIVE RESCUE POINTS, RESULTING IN A TOTAL OF ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE POINTS! THIS EASILY PUTS YOU ON TOP OF THE SCOREBOARD, AND YOU HAVE BEATEN RECORDS OF POINTS FROM THE PAST YEARS, ALL FROM ENDEAVOR, BEST JEANIST, AND YOURS TRULY! COME NOW, YOUNG MIDORIYA! THIS IS YOU'RE HERO ACADEMIA!" boomed the voice of All Might, ending the message with his signature laugh.

And with that last line, tears burst from Izuku's eyes. He was shedding a lot of tears not out of sadness, but out of pure joy. Pure fucking bliss. All that training, all that experimentation; he was reaping the fruits of his hard work. He had never gotten this emotional in the past few years, and Momo simply pulled him into a tight hug, encouraging his tears to flow freely. He was silent for the most part, and she simply accepted it. She couldn't fathom how proud she was of him. She knew he had the makings of a true, strong hero, and this proved it. He had proved that he was worthy of everything he'd managed to get up to this point, and that he would only prove himself more in the future. Snapping back to reality and seeing that the boy had fallen asleep after his crying fit, she simply lied down on the bed and allowed him to cling to her. She didn't mind the affection one bit, for they had gotten rid of almost every trace of embarrassment for each other. Feeling herself getting sleepy as well, she pulled Izuku up and gave him a kiss on the forehead before falling into a fitful slumber herself.

'Rest well, my hero.'

As Izuku and Momo walked into the campus, they scrambled about trying to figure out where there classroom was. The place was so huge, and they were too embarrassed to ask their seniors where the first year classrooms were. Eventually stumbling upon a huge door that had "1-A" painted on it, Izuku opened the door, and let out a sigh of relief as he had come in before the teacher had, signifying that he wasn't late. His relief, however, was brought to an abrupt end, as he had heard the voice of a familiar person as he slowly got into the room.

"Please get your feet off the desk! You are disrespecting the upperclassmen that once used it and the people who made it!" said Iida, attempting to reprimand the very familiar blonde that was committing the offense.

"What the hell do you care, you extra? What school did you graduate from, and how did they shove a stick that far up your ass?" snarled the blonde, not noticing the people entering through the front door.

"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I am Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy. Pleased to make your acquaintance," the tall teen replied, trying to fix the wrong first impression.

"Somei, huh? So you're a fucking elitist? What reason do you have for me to not blow you up right here right now?" spat Bakugou, the scowl on his face only deepening.

"Such villainous attitude! Do you really want to be a hero?" retorted Iida, and the blonde merely let out a soft "Tch," too inconvenienced to continue the argument.

As he heard the sounds of steps coming near him, the Engine user turned around to see a very familiar shade of green and black, along with one of what he assumed was the recommended students, as he noticed that she had a very striking resemblance with the wife of the owner of Yaoyorozu Industries.

"Ah! You! Do you remember me? I am Teny-"

"We heard you, we heard you. Once more, I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this is Momo Yaoyorozu, a student who got in through recommendations." Izuku said, not wanting another lengthy introduction.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," said Momo with a bow, and before they could move to take their seats, the other people in the classroom had overheard and gotten into their conversation.

"Midoriya? Like, top scorer Midoriya? The guy with over a hundred points! Damn! Man, you are so manly! I'm Eijiro Kirishima, by the way!" said a red-haired boy, standing up and giving him a pat on the back.

"Woah, you must be crazy strong! Name's Hanta Sero, man. Nice to meet ya," said a black-haired boy with a toothy grin.

"Damn, top dog's in our class, huh? And he's a cutie too!" said a pink-skinned girl, and she was quite satisfied upon she'd seen the green-haired boy blush.

"Name's Mina Ashido. My number can come in later~," she teased, winking at the boy. Everyone was preoccupied with observing the top scorer to notice Momo beside him with a scowl on her face, and a look that kept on saying 'this one's mine.'

'So that's the guy who scored highest in the entrance exam, huh? He's a little… cute. Maybe we'll see how strong he actually is when class comes,' thought the son of Endeavor, a faint shade of pink creeping up onto his cheeks while he had pushed away the rather unnecessary thought.

For everyone in the classroom, it was quite refreshing to see the guy with the number one spot to be so warm and approachable. Everyone they'd known at school who had the top spot was always blabbing about how great they were, and the like. But Izuku was different; he gave off an aura that was humble and one that could make you feel safe and reassured. But what they didn't know that the guy who seemed like his polar opposite was actually his best friend, and they had gotten separated when Izuku's family got caught up in an accident.

Across the room, Izuku heard a voice that took him all the way back to his childhood, followed by a nickname he hadn't heard for nearly ten years.

"Zu-kun? That really you?"

HEEEY WHAT THE FUCK HELLO AGAIN GUYS! I'M SORRY I TOOK SO FUCKING LONG! SCHOOL WAS SHIT AND YEAH WE HAD OUR SPORTS FESTIVAL A WEEK BEFORE EXAMS AND EVERYONE WAS FUCKING TIRED AND I'M ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE!

As I mentioned up there, our vacation has started, and I guess I'll have more time to update the fic, lest I get caught up in some business. I probably won't though, so yay!

Also, sorry but this chapter is LONG. I felt like putting everything into one chapter, you know? The entire preparation for the exam and the exam itself was only a few episodes anyway, and I just added in the first day.

Bakugou in this fic will be relatively nicer; he'll have a "bro" kinda relationship with Izuku, and eventually with Kirishima and Sero, and the rest of the Bakusquad. Shoto was actually supposed to be a girl in my fic, but I kinda just let things flow and kept him the way he was.

I did mention that the pairing was IzuMomo, but before getting to that, in order to build a bit of sexual tension, and stuff like that, our lil' green bean will have some flings. I even revealed one of those flings in this chapter :D

Please do tell me what kinda food you want to be featured soon, too. I'm running out of ideas.

Anyway, I assure y'alls that all will be alright in time. 'Til next time, peeps!

Sprint on, ninja boys!

(I was 3rd overall in English Class! Over 89 other scholars! Gimme some credit!)