It had been some months since Sensei finally gave Izuku his first two quirks. It was that day that he was also given his first mission as an official member of the League of Villains. Tomura seemed to take it rather... well, he didn't seem to react to any of this news at all. The boy couldn't tell whether it was because he wasn't surprised at this turn of events, or if he simply didn't want Izuku knowing how he really felt. He wasn't even sure how to ask the teen about it.

Receiving the quirks themselves was a very simple matter. Sensei just reached his hand out and touched young Midoriya's face. Sensei's hands were rough. The boy had his eyes closed, but just from the fingertips he could tell the villain's hands were deformed and covered in scars and callouses. Izuku didn't feel any particular sensation in that moment, but it wasn't long after this meeting that he was struck with a nasty spell of fatigue. He had almost slept for an entire day.

Since then, he had received training from all three villain alliance members. Tomura would supplement the boy's already amazing analysis skills (using his favorite sRPGs, of course). Kurogiri was actually rather adept in martial arts, as well as stealth tactics. Sensei himself would train the boy to use quirks in and out of combat. The full course of training was rather grueling, though Izuku never complained. He just didn't want to disappoint those who supported him.

The villains remained friendly with him throughout. Tomura would always end his lessons with a few rounds of whatever co-op or competitive game Izuku wanted. Kurogiri made sure the boy was well fed. While Sensei rarely made a physical appearance to the boy, the constant stream of gentle praise the old man bestowed upon the boy was more than enough.

If anyone outside of the League had known this was happening, they would have likely pointed out that they were blatantly grooming Izuku to be a villain.

The green-haired boy knew, though he couldn't care. They were all he had.

As Izuku walked to school that day, Sensei's words echoed around his head.

"Izuku," the man spoke calmly, "I have bestowed upon you two quirks. One is there for you to publicly use as "your quirk." The other will be a secret kept between you and those of us at the upper echelons of the League of Villains. Do not use it flagrantly."

"Your first quirk is the one you shall only use outside of the public eye. It is called 'Obfuscate.' It allows you to creep your way into the minds of those around you and erase your presence from their minds. Those affected will no longer see you or hear you, though any objects you interact with will appear as if they are moving of their own accord. Be aware that since you are not actually invisible, you will appear on any recording or photo taken. That being said, until the effect of the quirk wears off, any person affected will not be able to see you in these recordings. It also cannot be used at long range, so be careful that no one from a distance is looking at you when you use it, as you will immediately disappear when they get in your range."

Izuku was snapped out of his memories as the familiar sound of gurgling sludge emanated from a nearby sewer grate. Izuku looked over to see the familiar face of the slime villain that tried to take over his body just a few months ago.

"Yo, kid!" The villain whispered gruffly. "I got something for ya."

Izuku hopped over to the grate, crouching down. He smiled brightly to the villain in the sewer.

A sludge tentacle spilled out of the cover, leaving behind a decent stack of 5,000 yen banknotes. They were a bit grimy, but Izuku gladly took them.

"What is this for?"

"Kurogiri sent me to rob a bank. Told me you could have this as allowance." The villain looked behind him. "I've gotta split kid, I bet the heroes are probably going to start searching down here next. Put in a good word for me, yeah?"

The boy clutched the bills tightly and nodded as the villain scampered away. Izuku smiled. There were so many games he could buy with this money! He'd have to get a new two player game at some point, too.

His smile began to waver as he approached his junior high. By the time he passed through the gates, he looked as bored and tired as he usually did. As he walked through the front door, he was shoved roughly to the side. Izuku didn't fight back, and just watched as the blonde boy who pushed him glared before walking off.

Izuku stared after Bakugou. Sensei's words once again began echoing through his head.

"Now, as you probably expected, your first big mission is to infiltrate Yuuei as a student. However, your status as quirkless presents some... complications. I've taken the liberty of getting your medical history, and I see that- Now, Izuku, don't give me that face. If all I had under my belt was my quirk, then I wouldn't be as influential as I am now. You're going to need more than that, and that includes connections to the authorities that can get their hands on your medical profile."

"Now, as I was saying, your medical profile includes an X-ray that shows you having two joints in your pinky toe. I've gone ahead and altered your record so that you officially have only one joint, marking you as someone with the potential to have a quirk. I've also changed the practitioner's name to one of our agents. If you would like to take it a step further, I can alter your bodily structure so that you only have one joint. However, that is your choice and I don't intend to force it upon you."

"With that issue out of the way, we need to deal with the consequences of you not having a quirk for years. You've trained well, and it seems your body has become acclimated to both quirks; that is good. All that is left is to present a convincing scenario in which you will become known as a 'late bloomer.' People whose quirks manifest at your age are exceedingly rare, but not unheard of. I believe if this story is played out, you will become Japan's first late bloomer. You might even get a news special out of it. That sort of exposure would definitely cement your story, erasing almost all doubt about you."

"That being said, the thread that ties late bloomers together is that some stressful event induced their quirk. I have no doubt, given your past, that you will be able to manufacture an event in which your quirk will 'surprisingly manifest itself.' How you create this event is something I will leave to you."

Izuku snapped back to reality as the bell rang, telling him to get to class. He gripped his backpack tighter. He no longer carried his All Might themed bag with him, instead he opted for a much more nondescript black messenger bag. No one really noticed the change, nor did they really care. The only one who reacted was Katsuki, who simply gave a strange look to the boy the first day that he changed bags.

It had been about a year and a half since Bakugou walked into class with this injuries from Tomura. While the animosity between the two boys had not changed at all, Katsuki had rarely spoken to him, not even for a round of insults. Izuku was sure that the villain didn't implicate the green-haired boy in the attack, so Izuku wasn't sure why exactly Bakugou would go out of his way to give him the cold shoulder. Perhaps it was because Izuku refused to show any concern over the boy.

Izuku huffed as he walked into class. There really wasn't any point in mulling over this sort of stuff now.

He sat down in his seat, pulling his supplies out of his bag. The teacher hadn't walked in yet, so Izuku spent some time reading over one of his notebooks. It contained summaries and bullet point notes of Tomura's lessons. Most of the diagrams looked like something you'd see from an American Football side show. The columns were lined with various gameplay tips that the villain would offhandedly remark on while teaching Midoriya.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bakugou glaring a hole through his head. He ignored it, until the feeling stopped as the homeroom teacher entered.

The teacher himself was carrying a large stack of papers. The room quieted down as he made it to the podium at the front of the room.

"Now, kids, I have with me a stack of career aptitude tests, but..." He trailed off, before throwing all of the papers up dramatically. "You're all going to go into heroics anyway!"

The class cheered as the teacher laughed. Izuku stayed silent.

Bakugou kicked back, placing his feet on his desk. He clicked his tongue before smirking. "You all are going to go into heroics, but only one of us is going to get into Yuuei's heroics division, and that's going to be me!"

The teacher paused before replying. "Well, it appears you aren't the only one aiming for that lofty goal! Midoriya has applied for the heroics division as well!"

The whole class grew silent as they turned around to see the kid who was furiously looking down at their desk. Did he really need to blurt that information out?

The students busted out into laughter and jeering. Bakugou stood up, sauntering over to the boy's desk.

"What the hell are you thinking, Deku?!"

Izuku didn't look up.

"You think I'm going to loose interest in you because you're being a moody little shit?" Bakugou growled, pulling Izuku's desk out from in front of him. He grabbed the boy by the collar, pulling him to his feet.

"I've got nothing to say to you." Izuku said, looking away. The students watched, murmuring to each other. Izuku could pick up whispers of "Holy crap, he's actually standing up to him!" and "Bakugou's super pissed!"

The blonde was having none of it. He shoved the boy to the back wall of the class. No one went to save Midoriya or stop Bakugou.

"Like hell you don't have anything to say to me. I'm the one who's destined to be the first Yuuei student from this shitty school! You think your little quirkless ass can look down on me like that?!"

"Let me go, Kacchan. It's pathetic."

The class grew completely silent. Bakugou's eyes narrowed as he pulled his fist back.

Izuku did his best not to smile at the other boy's violent reaction. This was exactly what he wanted. He watched in slow motion as the smoking fist began it's descent toward his face. And as Bakugou's attack was just centimeters from his face...

A shockwave erupted in the room, sending everyone scrambling backwards. A chair had been picked up by the gust of wind, whizzing through the air as it smacked straight into the blonde's side, knocking the air out of him and sending him through the classroom door.

As the dust settled, Izuku did his best to muster his "surprised" face. Judging by the shocked glances he got from all the other people in the room, he assumed it was good enough. He looked down at his hands, then back up. "Was... that... me?" He whispered, just barely loud enough for the other students to hear. The other students began backing away, whispering to themselves.

"Dude... Midoriya's got a quirk?"

"Holy shit, it just took Bakugou out like he was a paper doll..."

"Isn't he quirkless?"

"Obviously not... but..."

"Is he a late bloomer?"

Izuku looked away, before rushing out of the room. "I should go to the nurses office," he muttered. He walked by Katsuki, who just sat on the ground with wide eyes at the boy. As he went to get the nurse, Sensei's words once again echoed within.

"Your second quirk is 'Implosion.' With it you can compress air near you to the point that releasing it would cause a large blast. This is loud and can be deadly, so make sure you maintain control over how much force you exert while you are at Yuuei. The air that you compress does not necessarily have to be in your immediate vicinity, and the actual air bomb itself can be held for quite some time. Be aware that you cannot move the bomb around. It must remain stationary."

Izuku felt pride blooming in his chest. He actually didn't mean to hurt Kacchan as seriously as he did, but that chair was a lucky strike. He'd have to tell the League about it later, Izuku can just imagine Tomura laughing after hearing how it went down.

Izuku brought the nurse over to Bakugou, who was still wincing as he tried to get himself off the ground. The principal was there waiting for him.

After being brought into the office and getting a verbal reprimand, Izuku was let out of school early that day. Luckily, Bakugou's aggressive behavior before the incident meant that the green-haired boy managed to avoid any real suspension or punishment.

On the way home, Izuku pulled out his phone and called Kurogiri's bar. It didn't take long for the bartender to pick up.

Izuku was the first to speak. "Hey, Kurogiri!"

"Ah, Midoriya. I take it everything is okay?"

The boy excitedly nodded, even though no one was there to see it. "Actually, everything is awesome! I managed to show off my quirk just like Sensei wanted!"

Kurogiri was silent for a while. When he spoke back up, his voice carried a deadly serious tone. "Midoriya, you understand what this means, right?"

Izuku stopped moving, confused. "I... what?"

"You understand that what you just did will have serious consequences."

Panic gripped Izuku's chest. Did he mess up? "Kurogiri... I don't..."

"Because of what you did..." Kurogiri resumed. "Because of your actions, there's going to be a bowl of the best katsudon you've ever tasted waiting for you here."

It took a moment before Izuku realized that the bartender was playing a joke on him. Immediately, the boy felt relief. He snickered, trying not to laugh to loudly. "You really got me there!"

"Sorry about that, you know I can't resist." Kurogiri chuckled. "I'm sure your mother will want to keep you there at home, so if you can't get here tonight, don't worry about it. Just make sure to tell us all about how it went down when you get back here."

Izuku nodded, smiling brightly. "I'll definitely will! I'm just about home, so I have to let you go. Bye!"

"See you soon, Midoriya."


A/N: Yooooooo. I don't have much to say this time around, but as always, thanks for your comments and support. See you guys next chapter!