Izuku took the paper from All-Might's hand with a shaky, unsure movement. He trembled as if he was cold, but it was a warm, sunny day. He read it over and nodded at his exercise regime, complete with calorie minimums and how much he should sleep. Quite a lot of his life was marked out on this sheet and, quite frankly, it felt overwhelming.

"I made this custom with your body in mind," the skeletal figure of All-Might said.

Izuku looked at the beach and rubbed at his wrist, hunching over himself.

"I don't know if I'm capable of cleaning this um, this entire beach," he started to say. He was quieted by All-Might putting a hand on his shoulder and pointing at a specific portion.

"You don't have to focus on the whole picture, focus on a manageable amount every day."

Izuku nodded and started to pick up the small pieces of trash by his feet to throw them away. He zoned out and went on a cleaning-based autopilot; all the while wondering to himself "How the mother fuck am I going to do this?"

Days passed and soon traces of the clear, white beach's sand peeked out in patches. A few more days passed, and they grew larger. Izuku hauled larger and larger trash items off the beach and into the dump.

His muscles ached, and he was exhausted, but he remained determined. He spared glances at All-Might and reminded himself of what he was fighting for, who he was fighting for, and why he was doing this. He had things to prove, if to no one else than to himself.

Soon his training began to show through. He could feel his stomach becoming harder and his arms becoming more cut. He felt his legs becoming thicker, stronger. He began to move larger things with ease and was hauling All-Might around on top of things. And, soon, he began to think of this training as a sort of meditation.

The beach was cleared much sooner than All-Might expected. Izuku yelling in triumph was much louder than he expected. The sand was much whiter than expected.

Izuku sat down on the rocks by the beach, shoving his face into his hands and crying. Quiet sobs raked his entire body. He felt the air in his lungs thrum through his entire body and the pressure of making All-Might proud release for the time being. He felt successful.

"Young man," All-Might said quietly from behind him.

Izuku swung around with his hands in a defensive position and eyes sharp. The tears seemed to disappear instantly when he was startled and were replaced with grim self-preservation. The tears returned, and his arms fell when he recognized who it was. A smile adorned his face.

"Sorry about that," Izuku started to say. All-Might put a hand up as if to stop him.

"There is nothing to apologize for. I understand."

Izuku nodded and let himself relax as he looked over the beach he had cleaned. The sand reacted to the sun as if it was white gold, almost as bright as the diamond on his father's matching rings. The ocean's waves retreated briefly before returning, washing along the shore and leaving a faint white foam behind. The sky was a kaleidoscope of colors, the sun barely beginning to rise.

"I'm proud," Izuku said to himself, letting out a content, tired sigh.

"I am too," All-Might said, standing next to his protégé. "Here."

Izuku looked at him confused, his eyes knit. A lock of golden hair waved between All-Might's thumb and index finger. "Eat this."

Izuku nearly laughed at the absurdity. "You need to consume some of my DNA to gain the powers."

Izuku did so, rolling the hair into a little ball between his fingers before tossing it back as if it was his anti-anxiety medication. He felt a small warm burn begin in his torso. He gritted his teeth and exhaled. He allowed it to spread to the tips of his fingers and toes, his ears, and every inch of his toned, marred body.

He opened his eyes and smiled widely at All-Might. He received a small laugh and smile in return.

The entire thing felt like a fever dream.

A few minutes later the pair found themselves on the beach.

"Try to hit me, Izuku," All-Might said as he buffed up into his hero form. Izuku paused, looking him over before nodding. His hands jerked to their defensive positions as he started looking for weaknesses in his defense. There were plenty, but they felt like traps.

Izuku threw a test punch and All-Might side stepped him with a loud laugh. He felt a smile come to his face as he swung again. He dodged again. Izuku ran faster and swung more, trying to corner him into an imaginary barrier. He felt his heart speed up and his breathing deepen. His eyes became more focused, and sparks of pale green lightening lit up his fist.

He landed a hit on All-Might and felt his wrist snap.

It was not broken, just dislocated, and he held back a verbal reaction. Tears pricked at his eyes as Izuku retreated into himself and held the wrist against his chest. He forced his breath to even as told and shook his head. The pain was temporary and reacting negatively benefited no one.

All-Might quickly ran to make sure he was okay. He stood back when Izuku

"It's dislocated," he said definitively as he looked at his wrist. The pain was dull and ached, but he seemed unphased. "I can pop it back in place easy enough."

All-Might cringed outwardly when he heard a brittle snap. He opened eyes he did not realized had closed and looked over his charge. Izuku was flexing his fingers and turning his wrist. He rubbed it and threw a mock jab at the air in front of him.

"It will bruise," Izuku said with a small smile and standing up a bit taller as he looked at All-Might. "I'm sorry about that, I'll be more careful."

"Jesus shit kid," All-Might said with a nervous laugh. "You have one hell of a pain tolerance."

"Are we done sparring? I can rest my right hand and not use the quirk in it for a while if it will make you more comfortable."

All-Might sighed, this kid would be the end of him.


Yamada wrapped his arms tightly around Izuku the moment he informed them that he now, at the hands of All-Might, had been given his quirk. Both of the boys were bouncing on the balls of their feet as they talked animatedly over how to inform Aizawa.

He didn't inform them about the wrist, believing it was nothing important.

"He'll be back from his class meetings in an hour or so," Yamada said as he looked around the living room. "Do you figure we can plan a party in that time?"

"I know you can, Pa," Izuku said with a grin to outshine the sun.


Aizawa opened the door to his house with a lazy "I'm home." He took off his shoes and put them on the spot of the rack left for him. He hung his coat up and looked around for the others. He raised an eye when they seemed to be gone. He shrugged to himself and walked over to Aries, checking on the squawking bird.

He went to go into his room, but his door was thrown open by a happy Izuku. Before he could react, he was already getting a hug.

"Surprise!" a chorus said. Behind Izuku was a small group of heroes. All-Might stood in the center of the room with a giant smile. Midnight was sitting on his side of the bed, smirking in her usual, playful way. Nezu was sitting in a chair with a small grin and Recovery Girl was standing next to him. His boyfriend was right next to the door, waiting for Izuku to pry himself off before he got his turn to hug his boyfriend.

"I got my quirk today, dad!" Izuku said excitedly, bouncing on his feet. His eyes shined like that of a child and his smile drowned out the entire room. Midnight covered her mouth and looked at the floor, her eyes showed a level of laughter at the concept of Aizawa being called dad. Aizawa ignored it as Yamada wrapped an arm around Aizawa and kissed his cheek.

"Okay there is too many people in this room, kitchen and living room it," Aizawa stated simply, nodding at each of the heroes who took time out of their day to celebrate as they passed. He stopped Izuku from leaving the room as they were left alone.

"I'll have you know that I am very proud of you, but don't host a surprise party without warning me," Aizawa said. Izuku glanced at the door. "It was Yamada, wasn't it? Dammit."

Aizawa sighed and pulled the kid in for another hug, rubbing the back of his head fondly. Damn. He was too involved with his ward. He pulled away and gestured toward the door leading to the kitchen.


Izuku sat on the edge of the couch with his notebook at his side, a pencil tucked into the rings holding it together. Yamada sat next to him and Aizawa hovered around in the kitchen, downing coffee as fast as it could be made. All-Might, how in his skeletal form around his trusted friends, was on the opposite side of the couch. Midnight made herself comfortable on the other couch and Nezu had pulled up a chair.

"Yamada won't shut up about you, Izuku," Midnight said with a smile and she eyed the boy. "He's fond of you, it's actually rather sexy."

Aizawa shot his head over towards Midnight with bright red eyes and an expression of pure, undiluted murder. Izuku laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his head, closing his eyes and looking down. Yamada laughed loudly and struck a power pose, nearly hitting All-Might in the back of the head as he did so.

"What can I say, I love my boys!"

Nezu looked up from his tea and locked his beady, hyper focused eyes onto Izuku. His voice was cheerful enough, but Izuku was still growing comfortable with the mutated animal.

"Aizawa has mentioned to me that you were doing well in your studies, do you mind telling me what all you're capable of doing?"

Izuku looked up at Yamada with an uncomfortable smile. His pa shrugged at him, putting a hand on his back to help him ground himself. His entire demeaner said "go on, tell him yourself."

"I um," Izuku started, looking up at Nezu. "Would it be easier for me to grab my other notebooks and give them to you?"

Nezu's eyes seemed to shine at this and his voice became even cheerier. "That would be just fine."

Izuku stood up and escaped to his room quickly, closing the door silently and sitting down with a heavy exhale. He knew he could trust the mouse, he knew his parents trusted the mouse, and he knew his feelings were heavily irrational. He flexed his hands and shook them wildly, trying to ground himself through his ministrations.

"It's just the principal," he mumbled to himself as he stood up. "He gains nothing by harming me."

He retrieved his class-based notebooks and flipped through them, making sure he did not have anything embarrassing. With a heavy exhale he walked outside of his room and back to the gathering. In which he found Midnight holding onto his book, flipping through it with a look of gentle fondness on her face.

"I um," Izuku said choking down the panic, "I would rather that notebook not be uh, looked at," he stuttered out. Midnight looked up from it for a second before closing it with a smile. All-Might took it from her hand and held onto it, closing it and keeping it away from her prying view.

"You take notes on heroes," he said with a smile that made her eyes crinkle. "That's cute."

Izuku handed his notebooks to Yamada who then handed them to Nezu. He excused himself to the connecting kitchen and opened the fridge, crouching down on his knees and exhaling heavily. He made no move to grab anything, only to breathe where he could not be seen by the others.

"You okay, kiddo?" Aizawa asked quietly from his spot, leaning against the bar-like counter.

"That notebook is more personal than the rest."

"You were writing in it while they were talking, they were curious about what it was about."

"It's just um, notes about heroes and how their quirks work. Sometimes it has journal entries."

Aizawa nodded and offered his hand down to Izuku, pulling him up. "They hardly read any of it, she just picked it up when you walked in. She mentioned something about how you wrote about Yamada's quirk before you walked in."

Izuku nodded and wrapped his arms around Aizawa for a moment. "I'll be okay, it just startled me a little. Thank you for telling me what they saw."

"How are you holding up, I know you don't do groups?"

Izuku lit up and smiled a little, regaining the shine his eyes usually held. "They're great! I like talking to them. Nezu makes me anxious because, um, he's the principal of UA and I never really heard much about him but um, aside from that I'm really good."

Aizawa ran his hand over Izuku's messy hair. "Get back out there, by the way Nezu's eyes are shining he wants to talk to you."

Izuku nodded and walked around the counter, back into the conversational space of the rest of the heroes. He barely entered the room before Nezu opened his dog-like mouth.

"You're really smart, Izuku, and these notes are phenomenal," Nezu commented. Aizawa was right, his eyes had a shine to them. Izuku nodded and said a quiet thanks.

"I look forward to seeing you in the UA entrance exams, Izuku. While I can not pull any strings to help you be known I am rooting for you."

Midnight whistled and All-Might clasped a hand onto his back. Izuku felt his face turn a bright red and he hid his hands behind his face in an attempt to hide it. He bowed repeatedly, thanking him for the praise as he laughed at the display. Soon enough he was back in his seat and the conversation had continued on.

"Hey, Izuku," Yamada said quietly, his quirk muted. "Do you want to order pizza?"

Izuku nodded with a grin.

"I'll be right back," Yamada announced, standing up and swiftly leaving the room.

"Must be going to take a piss," Midnight said passively.

All-Might took this moment to steal the spot Yamada was sitting in, sitting closer to Izuku. He immediately straightened up and looked at All-Might with a bright smile.

"You do realize Nezu has taken a liking to you," All-Might said as Midnight and Nezu conversed on the topic of Female Hysteria in the Victorian Era. Izuku nodded, following along with the conversation wide-eyed. A bony hand on his shoulder reminded him to pay attention.

"Nezu is thinking about tutoring you if you get into UA. That's a hell of a privilege."

Izuku froze at the concept, zoning out. His eyes stared a million miles away. If Nezu wanted to teach him did he believe he had the ability to get into UA? What would the tutoring include? Would other students get the same opportunity, or would he have an unfair advantage, which he did not want nor need? What if he did not get into UA, would he subsequently fail Nezu as well?"

"Izuku, young man, you're rambling again."

Immediately Izuku silenced himself, thankful to hear the conversation was still about the creation of vibrators.

"Sorry, All-Might."

"Don't apologize, kiddo. You can't help it."

Yamada returned to the bedroom and All-Might returned to his prior seat. Izuku felt an arm wrap around him as his Pa listened into the conversation.

"Why are y'all talking about vibrators?" he cut in to say. Izuku laughed and hid his face in his hands.

"Female hysteria was treated by having an orgasm," Izuku stated from his hands. Midnight started laughing and Nezu found himself smiling behind his tea-cup.

"Wait what?"

"I'll explain," Izuku said, "I want to see if I understand. Nezu can you correct me if I say something wrong?"

"Of course."

"Alright so!" Izuku started, looking up at Yamada with an expression of near excitement. To an outside source one would not know it was due to his need to learn new information and not because he just liked orgasms.

"In Victorian Era England when women would act abnormal to societal standards doctors would diagnose them with female hysteria. This was a catch all for things like epilepsy, and fainting, and anxiety disorders, as well as just not wanting to comfort to the standards of the time. It was thought to be caused by wondering wombs and was considered extremely common! Which is interesting because medicine back then was incredibly sub-par. And um"

Izuku stopped to take a breath, looking around the room at the faces of his mentors. Midnight nodded, mouthing a quiet "go on." Nezu was watching with what could be seen as a smile, though his facial muscles made it contort in an uncomfortable way. All-Might was watching with a fond expression, seemingly intrigued by the conversation and his will to learn.

"The cure of it was a pelvic massage, an orgasm according to Midnight. This caused the invention of the vibrator and other devises which were used to prevent hand cramping from doctors. However, none of this was considered sexual but rather, medical. And back then they didn't even think it was an orgasm and the vibrator was the fifth invention specifically for the household when electric became the norm."

"You're telling me that women's treatment for damn near everything," Yamada started to say, "Was a fucking orgasm? Neat!"

Izuku grinned widely as the conversation continued into other topics. He soaked up all the information he could until the pizza arrived. The conversation had ceased as they ate.


Y'all can not tell me Nezu and Midnight wouldn't talk about female hysteria.