"So we have the presentation ready?" Momo asked.

Izuku sitting on her bed, scrolled down a tablet, "Yes."

"Locations picked?"

"Check." He nodded.

"Decoy locations as well?"

"Three of them, all with glaring faults that would tip them off and push them towards the desired place." He answered.

"Then let's get this over with.'

"And that's why we, Izuku and myself, should move into an apartment." Momo concluded her presentation to their parents; the maids clapped, just as they were instructed to.

"I don't know," Nashi pondered. "What do you think Inko?"

"I'm just not sure, they're so young," the now Ms. Midoriya responded. "They give good reasons for why they should move out, but I would feel better if we could go and see those locations for ourselves."

The other mother nodded, "I agree. It won't take long to do, so we can organize a day to check them out." Turning to look at the two nervous teenagers, "Okay kids, we're interested but not sold."

Both teens in their excitement at "beating" their parents missed the nefarious gleam in the eyes of the more experienced women.

"Fucking how," Momo groaned as she and Izuku stood in the one-bedroom apartment.

Izuku weak at the knees slumped to the floor. "I don't know, everything was going to plan, we did so well at all the other locations, emphasized how much we liked stuff we didn't so they wouldn't either," Izuku muttered. "We got them to cross off two of the decoys, this only left here and the last place," the green haired child moaned as the movers brought the king-sized bed into the room.

Their room.

"We gave them reasons to hate this place, but what when wrong," Momo asked as she flopped onto the bed, the one that they would be sharing.

"One moment we're talking about drapes and lighting, which I know nothing about, then…" Izuku trailed off, his analytical brain slowly piecing together the puzzle. "Then they gave other reasons, emotional ones why they hated this place."

Momo sat up wide-eyed. "You're right, they said it was to small, too far away, that that we would nothing but trouble and they would have to worry about us."

"Then they offered the last place, but with maids and people to watch us, like children," Izuku added. "We, we, fell for it."

Momo stuffed her face in a pillow and screamed, "They made us feel like children and so we reacted like teenagers, and." Before she thrashed on the bed a little.

"Gah stupid teenage hormones, they played us like a fiddle," Izuku groaned. "And now we're here. In a small, one-bedroom apartment, near a not so nice neighborhood, all because we fought their battle for them."

One of the handymen slowly walked by, his hefty girth and green staff shirt swayed, "Well maybe you dudes should be happy about what you got, I mean it sounds like the plan was to get away from the parents, which you did, but they got you back in their own way."

Izuku and Momo glared at the man as he slowly walked out of the now furnished room. "I don't like when other people are right," Momo grumbled.

"Yeah, but he is right, we needed out of that madhouse, and the only thing is this place is a bit more," Izuku poked his fingers together nervously, "Intimate, than we might have wanted."

Momo chuckled, "Oh Zuku, do you want to be intimate with little ole me." She from her position behind him could tell her boyfriend was blushing, not that she wasn't, but at least he couldn't see her.

"Um, well, ye-yeah," Izuku quietly said. "But um, not if you're not ready yet." He turned to look at her and saw she was as red as he was. "Are, are you ready?"

Momo bit her lip, she had thoughts about Izuku frequently, even pleasured herself to the thought of them being together, but she didn't think she was ready to go all the way with him. They had been on dates and once even showered together, but to give herself to him completely and he to her. "Um, not uh, not yet."

Izuku looked a little disappointed for a brief moment, as she too felt. "That's okay I can wait, nuh-not that I'm waiting or anything. I mean I am, waiting, not that it's bad to wait. We can do other stuff, not like that but you, and me, and," The green haired boy spazzed.

Momo looked at her panicking boyfriend and began laughing, "Izuku I get it. It's important and kind of scary but when we're ready it will be special. Don't freak out or anything."

Breathing heavily Izuku climb onto the bed and laid down next to her. "I know, I'm just."

"Izuku about it," she teased.

Izuku grabbed a plush pillow and bopped her with it, "Hey don't turn my name into a verb."

"It's an adjective," Momo corrected him.

"Yeah well, you're being Izuku about this apartment." He retorted, trying his best to hold back a laugh. Momo held back a snort, before the two of them fell into hysterics.

For a few minutes laughter filled the apartment before a knock on the door frame brought their focus back. "Hey it's me the landlord," said their landlord, a short and rainbow colored fishman, Izuku asked about his quirk, but it wasn't that special, seemed he was one of the rare animals to develop a quirk, which while fascinating to the quirk otaku was just sort of a generic human quirk that anthropomorphized him, unlike the infamous U.A. Principal who was also a genius.

"We got an important letter at the front office and well far be it from me to say no to that guy," the Landlord said as he held up an envelope that was stamped with the official U.A. seal. "But if the Number One is going to personally deliver your results, then what can I say, you must be pretty special kid." As the landlord passed the letter over to Izuku.

"Wow, All Might himself delivered this," Momo whispered to Izuku who was just staring at it. Tapping him a few times, "Hey you better not be reading it with your eye before me, that would be rude."

Izuku snapping out of his thoughts, "Sorry, just got caught up in a memory."

Momo pulled her boyfriend tightly to her. Izuku sometimes regained some memories of his life before the amnesia, they were typically without the emotional impact at the time, but when he began remembering all the bullying he faced, it was frightening to him.

It was 3 months into the Midoriya's stay at the Yaoyorozu complex, they had taken the time to go swimming, for a few reasons, one to see how well the nanomachines held up in aquatic conditions, another to see if they needed to reteach Izuku how to swim and the other was just to relax.

Izuku did have difficulties swimming as the density of the nanomachines messed with how he swam, he would sink very quickly if he didn't stay moving and when he did move it was awkward. Like watching someone try to swim in jeans and a t-shirt. All in all, it was going fairly well until Izuku sunk below the water, suddenly he began thrashing around. Alerting everyone around the pool, that something had gone wrong.

When Izuku finally breached his head above the water he was screaming in terror and begging for mercy. Momo had to create a net to drag him to shallower water so he could stand. She quickly climbed in and offered him comfort as he begged someone named Yoshiki to let him breathe.

Later after some secretive investigating it turned out an old classmate of Izuku's had decided to use his quirk to keep dunking Izuku underwater by a river, holding him down longer and longer each time. While nothing could legally be done about it, the Yaoyorozus urged Dr. Hijōshikina to create a database that they can use to keep an eye on the children who bullied Izuku growing up. Because unless something happened, those kids were already on the track to become villains.

In their now quiet apartment Izuku shook his head, "No this wasn't a bad one, I just now remember that All Might was my favorite. Heh, it's kind of funny, I get something hand delivered by the guy and past me would probably be freaking out but now it's just kind of, nifty I guess." He stood up and took Momo's hand as they walked out of the apartment and over to the couch.

They couple sat back down and Izuku tore open the envelop. A small metal disc, no larger than a coaster dropped onto the coffee table. A beam of light flickered for a moment. Then a mighty voice rang out, "Testing 1, 2." Before All Might's giant head filled the screen, "Am I on screen? What do you mean, I'm too close." A bit of shuffling and the titanic hero moved back, in his pinstripe yellow suit, "There is that better? Good, alright let's begin." The large hero motioned towards a monitor. "Let's see your score, with 46 Villain Points and a whopping 50 Hero, you ended with exam with a score of 96. The second highest on record." Izuku and Momo cheered, even though they knew Izuku would pass, they didn't know he would do that well. Coughing into his hand the hero continued, "However, because you do not have a quirk on record, we will be forced to reject your application for the hero course."

"WHAT?!" Momo shrieked. "That, that's discrimination. They can't do that." She shot up out of her seat and started tearing around the room, "Where's my phone, I'll call mom and dad and they'll get lawyers and judges and the press. Oh you'll own U.A. by the end of the day."

Izuku quietly slipped her phone, which was on the coffee table, into his pocket before standing up. "Momo, calm down, it's ok. I mean, it's not, it sucks, but," Izuku paused as he tried to think about what he was even trying to say. 'This is bullshit, I scored the second highest in the school's history and I'm being rejected because I don't have a quirk. I did better than almosteveryone else taking to stupid test'

All Might's voice carried through the apartment, "Now I'm sure that you're fuming a little." Momo scoffed at the notion that her righteous crusade was little. "But we are offering a solution for you to enter into our school's hero course. Because we've never actually had a quirkless applicant score well enough to be accepted, the principal is offering a compromise. Come to U.A. at 5pm today." Momo and Izuku looked at the clock on the wall, which was in about two hours.

"There will be a 'test'," The pro hero flexed his pointer and middle fingers twice, making air quotes. "And should you pass then you will be allowed to join the others in Japan's premier heroics academy. The choice is yours." His voice faded as the recording ended.

Momo swiftly grabbed the projector and was prepared to hurl it into the wall when Izuku stopped her. "Babe, here's your phone, let me keep this, in case we need it."

"Why would we need it," Momo frustratedly said.

"Because as you said, we have All Might, admitting that I am an excellent candidate, yet because I am 'quirkless'," Izuku made his own air quotes. "That I can't join their heroics course."

"Right," Momo agreed. "We have evidence they are discriminating against you, even if All Might isn't a faculty member, he is representing them in some capacity by being a part of the application process. So what's the plan?"

Izuku turned the machine over in his hand, jerking his head back suddenly as thin wires shot from behind his eye. Izuku shrieked in surprise as he watched the machine be disassembled right in his hand. "Shit, so much for keeping the evidence."

When his eye projected out a hologram onto the wall in front of them, replaying the same video. "Huh, that's cool," Momo stated flatly. "I wonder what else you can project," she wondered before remembering. "Later, we can test it out later. We have bigger fish to fry." As she pulled up her contact list, "We need a ride to U.A., soon as possible." On the other end you could hear a voice responding, but not what they were saying. "If it goes well then it's fine, sort of. If not, we'll come to you. Thanks, bye mom."

The raven-haired teen looked at her boyfriend, "Let's get ready to go," she said as she walked into the bedroom to change her clothes, the ones she was wearing were far to casual for this situation, "You should change to your training gear, the non-tear-away kind."

Izuku followed her into the bedroom, "Wait you're coming with?"

Momo turned as she changed shirts quickly, modesty be damned she had get into an intimidating suit and that takes time that she didn't have to waste. "Of course, no offense Zuku but you're a puppy dog."

Izuku puffed out his cheeks, "No I'm not, I'm fierce."

"Yeah, if you're fighting, but against normal people, much less heroes, you are just," she walked over sans pants, her gray button up letting Izuku see her panties, she rubbed his cheek, "Adorable."

Izuku tried to glare at her, but between her being flirty, him not doing a good job at keeping eye level with her and that he knew she was right, the conversation wasn't going his way. Crossing his arms, he turned around to his dresser and began changing his own clothes as well. "Fine," he relented. Then began grumbling to himself, "Stupid cheating girlfriend, being sexy and cute, when I'm trying to be tough."

Momo wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and pecked him on the cheek, "Aww is someone mad that he's too cuddly," she teased. "You know cuddly boys get to cuddle cute girls when they're alone."

Izuku blushed, "Well I guess I can be a little cuddly."

"Good, but we don't want cuddly Zuku today," she said as she leaned over and pulled up her black pants, Izuku watching as she bent, "Now we need fierce Mr. Midoriya, because I have the feeling this is not going to be easy for you."

In a few minutes they were ready, when Momo's phone buzzed, which she pulled from the inside breast pocket, the most professional pocket. "Good, the car is here," she said as she scrolled down the text. "Also good, mom understood the urgency, she sent Takumi to drive for us."

Izuku nodded, he liked Takumi, the best driver the Yaoyorozus had, probably one of the best in the world. he used to be a street racer back in the day, so the rumors went.

"We even got the phantom," Momo whistled.

Izuku was stunned, "Wow, da- I mean, your dad let us use it." He had accidentally called Ringo and Nashi mom and dad once and he was still living that down, they had decided since he was so comfortable and saw them as family he should just marry Momo then and there.

"Yeah, they must know how serious this is since they only left a few hours ago." Momo said as the pair walked out of the apartment, after locking up of course. Before they passed a small crowd that congregated to look at the luxury vehicle worth more than some houses.

"Ms. Yaoyorozu, Mr. Midoriya," Takumi said. He had an unassuming appearance, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. But when he got behind the wheel he was in his element. "I have orders to bring you to U.A."

Momo stepped into the vehicle first, "That's correct, we need to be there by 5 o'clock." Izuku entered after her.

"Certainly, will I need to wait for you?" Takumi asked after he closed the door and got into the driver's seat.

"Yes, things might get ugly." Momo admitted.

"As you wish." Takumi said as the 50,000,000-yen car quickly and silently left the neighborhood.

It was just after four-thirty when the intimidating black vehicle pulled up to the gate. Takumi exiting the driver's seat and deliberately ignoring the two-hero escort that was waiting for Izuku's arrival, with fluid motion he opened the door for his passengers, Izuku stepping out first. He was glad he had been educated on the proper manners of a vehicle, he would exit first and then take his woman's hand and help her out. It was a weird day when Ringo had taught him that. But now, it worked in his benefit, because it gave him an air that he was above this entire situation.

With Momo out of the vehicle, he slowly turned to stare down at the two heroes, Eraserhead and Vlad King, in solid black business suits. 'Looks like they came to intimidate too', Izuku thought to himself, 'Wow am I glad I let Momo come with me now.'

With her standing next to him, they both provided the other with the resolve to stare unflinchingly at the two escorts. "Well," she said. "Let's get this over with."

Vlad's eye twitched, the first sign that anything was happening, "I distinctly remember it was supposed to be one brat, not two."

"And I distinctly remember that I am acting as his council," Momo shot back.

Vlad King scoffed, "And who are you that would be acting as his council."

Eraserhead looked at her, "Momo Yaoyorozu."

Momo looked at the other man, "That is correct, I am of that Yaoyorozu."

Vlad King grunted and turned his head away sharply, he knew the score. Yaoyorozu Industries is the leading manufacturer of hero support items in Japan and most of Asia, and not to give in to the princess but it would do more harm than good to pit U.A. against Y.I. over something so small.

"Very well, it doesn't matter to me," Aizawa numbly said. "Follow us, do not deviate from this path, do not go anywhere you have not been directed to go, do not ask questions."

Izuku nodded as he and his girlfriend followed the two heroes, one annoyed and the other tired. It seemed like a long walk before they reached a gymnasium where quite a few people were waiting.

"Hmm, interesting," Nedzu said. "I'm certain the invitation was only for Mr. Midoriya and not his…" the mouse-dog-bear man trailed off.

"In this capacity, I will be acting as his council," Momo finished for him.

Nedzu shook his head and tutted, "Such a shame, that we have to start so many potential students off so adversarially. But I guess this is also a unique situation." The principal walked over to the two teens.

"Well if this gets over as quick as possible, then it should be much easier to forget this entire incident," Momo fired back.

The white animal in a suit nodded, "Quite, so let's get the business done so that we may move onto pleasure." Nedzu turned towards Izuku. "Now I am sure you are more than a little miffed about finding out you did so well, second on the written and first in the practical. But then being denied due to your, how you say," The principal paused as he tried to find the right words.

Izuku unphased by the notion spoke up, "You can say it, I'm quirkless, and I passed. I wasn't supposed to, but I did, now you need to either find a way to make me quit or I need to pass another test."

Nedzu sighed, "Yes, unfortunately that is the brutal reality of the situation. U.A.'s charter requires that all Hero course students have a quirk. And since you do not have one, then you would not normally be allowed in. But the problem we have is that you did exceptionally well. If you didn't we could just not admit you, but you are… different." The rodent continued his monologue.

"So in the spirit of fairness we will allow you a chance, we the faculty, have agreed that if you can meet one of the teachers in combat, then we can safely enter you into the hero course and I will bear the brunt of the backlash when eventually your 'condition' becomes known." Nedzu said as the three walked over to the teachers.

"So the only things standing in the way of my dream to be a hero," Izuku said aloud, "Are the heroes themselves. I'm certain that's someone's definition of irony."

"Yes, this is peculiar," Nedzu said as he motioned to his employees. "Now you will be given a choice of who you wish to do batt."

"All Might," Izuku cut off the principal.

"Ehh, well I wasn't expecting you to be so ready nor to choose." Nedzu tried to comment.

"I choose All Might, this tactic won't work on me." Izuku interrupted the principal again.

"Tactic, I don't know what you could possibly mean by that," Nedzu chuckled.

Izuku took a deep breath of air, 'time to put my muttering to use'. Izuku opened his mouth, "Despite that no notice has been given, that All Might not only personally delivered my letter, was in the video explaining the situation to me, he is also here among your other teachers, it's obvious to anyone that he will also be a faculty member. Secondly, his purpose here is not for me to choose him, it's to intimidate me into choosing whichever hero I think is the weakest. Because as the Number One, with an unknown quirk, the extent of physical capabilities are unknown, which for most people is a deterrent. Furthermore, it's obvious that the practical exam was watched by members of the faculty as the point system would require someone to tally the numbers at the end, especially the hero points which I can deduce are only given for actions that help other participants."

Taking another breath in, "From that I can gather that each of them have some strategy going forward to fight me into submission, in an effort to dissuade me from attending this academy. But you made some mistakes," Izuku plainly stated.

Nedzu not betraying how amazed that in such a short time his little ruse was figured out, didn't so much as flinch as he listened to the teenager, but he did notice that his faculty was slightly unnerved by it. "Tell me, what these mistakes might be."

"Number one, you assumed I wouldn't know many details about the heroes employed by U.A., so it was expected that I would blindly choose and hope I got someone I could beat." Izuku began passing his gaze over all the teachers. "High Spec, Heal, Black Hole, Dog, Erasure, Voice, Cement, Somnambulist, Homing, Clones, Iron Claws, Blood Control." Izuku listed off their quirks.

"I know about their quirks, I have notes back home filled with information about their quirks, parameters, details, uses, past and potential. The heroes fighting style and career." Izuku noticed a few of the teachers chuckling, to Izuku this meant he wasn't being taken seriously, that his hobby was nothing more than childish speculations. With a glance at Momo, she just nodded, a confirmation to do his otaku thing, which normally creeped people out when he got all observant about people's quirks.

"Nemuri Kayama, age 31, despite public appearances her work as a teacher and pro means she hasn't had a date in the last 13 months," He said as he watched the female teacher fume, a few members of the faculty chuckled either at her or the fact that the punk they had to fight was backing up his claim.

"Shota Aizawa, underground hero, best friend is Hizashi Yamada, they go for drinks every third Friday after his radio show, also the person who gave him his hero name. Has three cats." Now Izuku watched as the other heroes glared, he demonstrated that he even knew some of their schedule, even on one as reclusive as Eraserhead.

"I can go on about all of you, if you want," Izuku taunted.

Nedzu, now wary about the very intelligent teenager, waved his hand, "No that's quite alright, do you have a reason you chose All Might then? Since you say it was to intimidate you."

"Fine, if I was to choose the easiest person to fight, it would be Eraserhead, my status as quirkless would mean that his own is useless in this fight as there would be no quirk to erase, meaning it becomes a battle of our skills and nothing else, but if you truly believed me to be quirkless, the letter you sent would have been a flat out rejection, citing the school charter, something I wouldn't have been able to get anyone to overrule because I am quirkless. Which would mean at least you, Principal, believe me to be lying about my quirk status and he would nullify it during the fight in an attempt to trip me up and make me lose, then after he tied me with his scarfs I would be made to confess my quirk to you. How on track am I?"

Nedzu nodded, "So far, very. Now about All Might."

"Easy, I know more about him than I do any other hero in this room." Izuku stated to the principal, this time getting a very telling reaction from him and rest of the heroes.

"Mister Midoriya, that is actually a very frightening notion," Nedzu stated. "One that before I can let you fight anyone, I will need you to explain more about."

Izuku looked over to Momo once more, he had only hypothesized some of this with her at one time, but she did say his arguments were sound, even though seemingly untestable. His demeanor asking for confirmation that he should try them now. She looked at the room and saw the other tense heroes looking between the two of them, 'A ship that you are already partially in', she nodded to him.

"I've tracked his career ever since his debut, as did many people." Izuku stated, "But his is inconsistent, he never answers direct questions about his quirk, which led me to believe he had a hidden past, because someone like him, coming out of nowhere, with power like his, it's unheard of." He watched All Might for any reactions to this information. "So, I dug deep, his time in America with Professor David Shield, which having access to other top scientists, seeing some of his notes and research I was able to piece together certain traits."

He watched as All Might began to sweat, meaning he was on the right track, so he pressed further, "His time at U.A. was shrouded in missing reports, blank documents and a surprising lack of information on his quirk, which for other graduating students is typically registered in support company databases, which to my shock was lacking."

Nedzu suddenly realizing a key flaw in their society's security, if any support agency was taken over, heroes would be at a severe disadvantage against whomever had that information. "I would like to discuss a matter with Yaoyorozu Industries, as soon as possible, if that is alright," he quietly said to Momo, who he had moved closer to while Izuku was ranting.

Momo nodded, "Yes I believe I can understand why."

Izuku ignorant to their conversation continued. "So I tracked down information on his past teachers, no one had much to say really, "excellent student, very bright future, proud to have taught him", except for one, a retired pro-hero called Gran Torino."

All Might tugged at his collar as Izuku kept speaking, "Yes, Sorahiko didn't have many kind words, "he never calls, bit of a meathead, taught the lug everything he knew, even if I had to beat it into him". Sound pretty accurate?"

The giant hero solemnly nodded, knowing that at some point he would need to call his old teacher. Izuku's next part shocked him and set him on edge though, "However even he couldn't, or maybe wouldn't, speak about the woman I found in the photos."

All Might was now worried, this kid supposedly without a quirk, knew too much about his history, leaving him wondering what was really going on. "That was a dead end, but then I began to notice a pattern with you in the last few years."

"Before, All Might was active, anytime of day, could be anywhere, it seemed like he was just being a hero whenever he was awake. Until almost six years ago," Izuku paced back and forth. "This took me a long time to figure out, charts, graphs, maps, string and pushpins."

"Then it all came together, you're getting weaker," Izuku pointed at the hero. "Something made you disappear for a while, then when you came back, you've been steadily less present. However each time you are, you make sure you're more noticed. Instead of cleaning up crime in one area, you spread yourself around to make it seem like you haven't changed."

All the teachers in the time that Izuku has been speaking have been readying themselves. This was just supposed to be a little fact finding, get information about this kid's quirk, then let him in with a warning. But now they are with a kid who knew too much, which unnerved them.

"It's a good tactic and maybe no one but me has noticed, but I did some rough calculations, you're only active for maybe three, four hours a day now."

'The tactical training with Dr. Hijōshikina is really paying off right now.' Izuku thought to himself. One of the training that the mad doctor did with Izuku was once he regained portions of his memory and along with it some of the hero information, the doctor made sure that lessons catered to quirks and heroes was regular, breaking them down to study.

"Izuku, if you want to be a hero, you need to know heroes and quirks, for a multitude of reasons. One you need to know who is on your side, what they can do and more importantly what they can't do. Doesn't mean you need to memorize it or anything, but if you think someone like Endeavor will help you put out a fire, then you might have a problem." The Doctor said as he paced around Izuku. "Plus with how much information is available on them we can even cater training to work with their abilities and tactics."

Izuku wondered for a moment, "But doesn't that seem like I'm preparing to fight heroes?"

Wobbling his hand in the air, "Sort of, but most villains are caught on their first crime, so even though their quirk gets registered their full extent is usually unknown, as are their tactics and such, which doesn't really leave much to do but make guess about them. But heroes, heheh," the doctor turned to a monitor and turned it on, before seeing Hawks fly by on the screen. "We get them in HD."

So, for months Izuku's training revolved around actual pro-tactics and abilities, which weirdly enough was profitable for not just him but the company and even the pros themselves. Izuku would get more proficient, the doctor would build machines that mimicked quirks for him to test against. Which lead to the company able to sell items that could be used by pros, even some commercial items. Lastly if during the training they developed a very effective strategy or usage then Y.I. would pass that information on to the hero or their agency, for a consulting fee of course, which Izuku would get a cut of, giving him a fair amount of spending cash.

But back in real time, Izuku was coming to his conclusion, "Looking over your career at the time, the only 'known' villain that would come close to you in supposed power would have been Toxic Chainsaw, but that seems unlikely. So again, history is shrouded in mystery."

Izuku slumped his shoulders, "But I guess none of that's really true," he sniffled and rubbed his nose, before beaming a smile at the pro. "I was a huge fan of you before the accident and I guess, even though it's a bit different now, I just really want to meet you, even if it is for a fight." Before he fell into a fit of giggles. "Sorry for, for getting you so worked up All Might," Izuku wiped a tear from his eye. "You're just, you, the Number One, the hero I always looked up to, who made me believe I could be a hero. So, I don't know, in a messed-up way this is like a dream come true."

The tension in the room deflated slowly, Nedzu looked at the young heiress, when she quietly asked, "So how much of that was actually right?"

Nedzu slowly nodded, "Far more than it had any right to be." His thoughts however were wild, 'Even if we don't accept him into the hero course, I will find a way to keep him at this school.'

Izuku stretched himself, "Anyway, is that satisfactory to you Principal. Am I allowed to fight, sorry spar, with All Might now?"

Nedzu shook his head, "Yes, I believe that will be more than enough. This has been very enlightening for us all."

"All Might, if you will," the diminutive principal gestured to his newest employee. "Now young man, I am going to offer you a chance to change, it can be anyone you want, doesn't have to be All Might."

Izuku shook his head, "I disagree, I think it does have to be him." As he stepped into the chalked off area. "This entire time you haven't been taking me seriously, and if I want to be a hero, I want to be respected, I don't want anyone doubting whether I deserve to be here or not. So, it has to be the number one, that way, no one can say I didn't earn my place."

'This child, completely unaware about how seriously we have been taking him, since his explanation began.' The principal nodded and then called out to his 'representative', "All Might, you don't need to use the suppressors."

All Might stared back in confusion, "Isn't that a little much, he hasn't even had a single formal lesson?"

The mouse-dog-bear man shouted back, "I don't think that matters this time." Looking to Izuku once more, "Have you ever fought someone before?"

"I did plenty of training, but yeah, if it wasn't for my first real fight, I wouldn't be here," Izuku said as he sized up All Might before he began bouncing on his toes, limbering himself up.

Momo looked over the teachers, many of them whispering or in Present Mics situation whisper-shouting a bet about how long the cocky kid lasts. "Izuku," she shouted, making sure to get everyone's attention. "If you hurry up we can make sure we have enough time to watch a movie, together." She smirked, "In our new bed."

The addition of 'our' to her comment drew weird looks from the sidelines, but it threw them out of their not discrete disparaging comments that Izuku could clearly hear.

"Hehe, I'd like that," He stopped hopping and put up his arms and addressed his opponent, "Come on All Might, looks like I got a hot date tonight, so let's do this." He closed his non-mechanical eye and the optics his other changed to a highspeed camera. Something he was glad he had picked up in training, it would allow him to see objects coming to him at a much higher speed than he would normally be able to process, which was only because the doctor decided to do a few more live fire tests than his mother knew about, and he decided that if a camera could slow down a bullet so he could see it, his eye could do that too if it absorbed one.

And boy was Izuku sure he needed one because the moment the signal started All Might was in front of him, bearing a powerful fist down onto the much smaller Izuku. But with the camera operating at maximum capacity, All Might only looked to have the speed of a championship boxer, which was still impressively fast, but manageable. So it shocked quite a few of the teachers watching the fight when Izuku blocked it with his forearm.

The nanomachines didn't completely negate the blow because Izuku still slid back a few inches, just from the weight difference alone, but they did withstand the impact and only dented slightly, which given a few seconds would repack themselves into their natural state. Seconds he wasn't sure he had.

Because All Might had experience with people who can take a punch, the trick was to keep laying into them because there was maybe a handful of people who can survive his sustained assault.

Izuku from his studying and training knew All Might preferred a boxer's style of combat, very American, very effective when you had the speed and power to back it up too. As Izuku remembered an old proverb as he ducked, weaved and blocked the mighty barrage coming his way.

"I fear not the man who has practiced ten thousand kicks once, but I fear the man who had practices one kick ten thousand times."

And did All Might practice. In a sense it was the beauty of All Might's style, it was simple, kids and even other heroes imitated it daily for play or real. But for All Might who threw these devastating blows, daily for the last decade or more. Each one was ferocious, deadly and honestly scary.

Being on the receiving end of this, Izuku could feel the pressure, even assured that it was just a sparring match. He understood what few people besides villains felt, the true presence of the Number One Hero.

Izuku muttered as he moved, "Even if he's holding back and even if he's weakened from a past injury, this is no joke. But based on how he's been seen in public in t-shirts and even shorts that one time in the Hero News Weekly, Summer of Justice Edition, the injury he sustained is not in his extremities, since his head is uncovered, and he was seen after that gap with hair, unless he wore a wig then that rules out a head injury."

All Might faltered in his attack when he heard his opponent announcing his strategy to find his weak spot, which he will admit, is a good one if you know it's there. This gap allowed Izuku to pepper a few blows of his own back at the number one, gauging reactions when he hit the pro's body.

"Based on that, shoulder, hip and joint damage is unlikely, unless his quirk relied on a specific muscle group, but I doubt that. Leaving organ failure, but…" Izuku paused his rambling for a moment. "All Might's breathing sounds labored, despite being in what many would call peak physical condition, and this fight not having gone on for more than a minute, his stamina shouldn't be taxed like this. Meaning the injury to him affected his lung."

All Might redoubled his assault, 'Shit this kid is smart, piecing together this DURING a fight, man did we get a winner with this one.'

Izuku's nanomachines reaching their limit, "On that assumption part of his quirk is more like flexing a muscle, keeping it oxygenated and that means," Izuku went low, driving an uppercut into All Might's gut, the nanomachines covering his non-metal hand for a devastating punch. "I can unflex it."

For a moment, All Might in a cloud of smoke went into his true form, shocking Izuku and Momo, before he coughed and sucked in a deep breath, regaining his size and vigor. "Well thought out Young Midoriya, but can you capitalize on that information?" the Pro Heroes mighty voice rang out through the building. "Because it's one thing to know a weakness and another to exploit it." The pro hero took large steps to come back into his strike zone. "I know you have something, that punch was not from a quirkless person, if you want to go to U.A. you will need to share this with us, we cannot train you otherwise."

Izuku took a step back, unsure of what to do at this point. Momo saw his hesitation, "Izuku, take off your shirt, he's right." Izuku and the others paused for a moment, before Midnight shouted in affirmation.

"Yeah, woo, take it off!"

Momo shook her head, "Not like that, but they do need to know about them and now's as good a time as any."

Realizing she was right he reached under the hem of his jacket and pulled up, All Might allowing him to disrobe undisturbed, seeing as he is the one who requested it. The teachers gasped when they took in his form. Scars littered the boy's body, large slashes across his chest and patchwork of injuries some long since healed on his exposed flesh. But to them the most telling was the large, black, metal arm the young man sported.

"What kind of quirk is that?" Nedzu asked.

Izuku shook his head, "It's not, how about after this I give you my story, sound fair?"

Nedzu chuckled, "Yes, tea time does sound remarkable, do continue your spar."

Izuku recognizing that he was well into All Might's reach, quickly hopped back as the hero tried to make a grab. But All Might managed to graze him as he did, which even a small touch, with that immense power behind it, sent Izuku flying in part to him being so much lighter than his opponent.

Izuku hit the ground, not roughly, but he didn't immediately try to get up, which to everyone with more experience teaching noticed was wrong. Momo having the spent the most time with Izuku slowly came to a horrifying realization about what Izuku was going through. "ALL MIGHT STOP!" she loudly screamed.

But he had already lunged. He was in the air when Izuku thrashed around violently, screaming to let his leg go, Momo and the other teachers were moving quickly, but All Might's speed collided with Izuku's wild movements and the nanomachine foot planted itself firmly into the hero's face, sending the titanic hero flying across the building and out the ceiling from the blow.

"Fuck," Nedzu swore. "Ryo, Sekijiro, go find All Might and make sure he's okay. That kick sounded like it hurt." They watched as Momo tried to carefully approach Izuku, calling out to him.

"Sir, my quirk's not doing anything," Aizawa stated.

Momo shouted back, "Because he doesn't have one."

"Nemuri, put him down." Nedzu ordered as the hero tore her costume.

The aroma wafted from her body and she directed it towards the thrashing teen. His movements faded into peaceful sleep quickly, Momo who had already made herself a mask quickly ran over to her boyfriend and pulled his body to her and she began to gently rock him back and forth, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words to him. "How long will he be out."

Midnight walked over, "For a few minutes."

Momo sniffed, "I think this test is over now."

Nedzu agreed, "Yes I think now would be an excellent time for tea."

Izuku was slowly stirred from his sleep to stare up towards the ceiling, however part of it was blocked by two large hill shaped objects, for a moment he questioned how hard All Might hit him when he realized what those shapes actually were. "Mo-Momo," Izuku said as he sat up quickly. Then clutched his head in pain, "Ow, too fast."

Momo reached over and gently laid Izuku back on her lap, "Just, rest for a moment."

"Man, I don't even remember how All Might got me, but wow did he get me," Izuku said to his girlfriend, oblivious to his surroundings. A coughing sound drew his attention.

"Actually Young Midoriya, it would seem that you got me instead," a skeletal looking man said.

"A-All Might, is that, oh right," Izuku groaned. "Yup I remember now." Looking around the room as the pro-heroes drank their tea. "So what happened?"

Momo moved a few strands of his hair off his forehead, "You had another memory."

"Oh, ooh, how bad was it?" Izuku asked, since she would be able to gauge it.

"You screamed, "Let go of my leg", I think we both know what that was about," Momo quietly said.

"Ah fuck, that bad," Izuku inquired. Momo nodded in response.

"I think we deserve an explanation though," Nedzu said as he set his cup of tea down on it's tray.

Izuku feeling more settled sat up slowly, "Yeah, so I'm not sure where to start."

Aizawa looked at the teens on the sofa, "How about the arm, what exactly is that?"

Izuku looked at his exposed arm and looked to Momo, who weaved her fingers through his metal ones. Taking a breath Izuku began his tale, "A little over a year ago, I got hurt, badly." Momo coughed a little and tugged his hand. Getting the message he started over, "Okay, fine, a little over a year ago, I met Momo. I was, we were both having bad days. Then these two villains, Bear Head and Monster Princess, they found her, us." He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand.

Ryo nodded, "I heard of them, real pieces of work, kidnapping, murder, rape, doesn't matter to them, as long as it hurts other people they'll do it." The wolf hero snarled, "Even tracking their scent has done nothing to bring us closer to catching them."

"Yeah and they were going to take Momo and do things and I guess just kill me, almost did too." Izuku confessed. "I told Momo to run, we weren't that far from the alley way and then she could get help, or at least get away. Owww." Izuku cried out.

"Stupid, at least get away," Momo glared out him. "As if you deserved to die in my stead."

"It was the best thing I could think of at the time," Izuku whined, this wasn't the first time they had this discussion, she was never happy at how willing Izuku was to sacrifice himself and he didn't regret doing so. "But anyway, Monster Princess' whip took my arm and Bear Head, he well."

Momo spoke up, "7 crushed ribs, the rest cracked, spinal cord broken, concussions that looked like someone took a sledgehammer to him, multiple ruptured organs, and," she paused a moment. "He ate his leg."

Snipe glanced up, "What in tarnation do you mean, ate his leg?"

Izuku reached down with his right arm and pulled up the pant leg, revealing the metal underneath, "Literally ate it." he dropped the cloth back down, "I don't really remember what I was thinking at the time, on account of me dying, but maybe I was hoping he'd choke on it or something."

Momo chuckled, "If only we could be so lucky."

"So this explains how he got hurt, now explain how he got fixed?" Higari asked.

"So you all know my family's company," Momo started, knowing that she should provide the technical explanation. "We were, are still I guess, developing a new technology, something theorized in pre-quirk days but study halted as with most technology. Nanomachines."

Power Loader moved quicker than anyone had seen him move in a long time, "Really, these are all nanomachines," he gleefully approached Izuku who nervously pressed himself against his girlfriend, before Aizawa's bandages pulled his coworker back.

"Down boy," Ryo joked. "You're scaring the poor thing."

"Sorry it's just, these are the holy grail of robotics, the pinnacle of human ingenuity," Higari fangirled. "If I could study them, oh the inventions, the gear."

"Yeah Dr. Hijōshikina had something to say about that," Izuku mentioned, "He said, "If Higari thinks he is qualified to even be in the same room as this amazing invention, then someone needs to replace his wind turbines with his um, ass, because that's a lot of hot air."

For a moment everyone was stunned at the words, then suddenly Power Loader laughed, "If that Rintaro wannabe thinks he has what it takes to challenge me, that jerk knows what to do. Since you speak so casually about him, might I ask what your relationship is with him?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "He's handled most of my training after getting the machines, he's unconventional but effective," Izuku admitted before quietly adding, "Just wish he'd stop hitting on my mom."

"Well if you managed to keep his attention for about a year, then you get a passing vote from me, I'm excited to see what you can do," Higari leaned back in his chair.

"Higari," Nemuri whined. "You weren't supposed to reveal that we would be voting, it was going to look so cool when we all did it together."

Power Loader slapped his forehead, "Right sorry, got caught up, my bad everyone."

"Wait what," Izuku looked around the room.

The principal coughed, "Well, despite your quite impressive performance, we still need to vote on the matter of your attendance, seeing as we all will be in some manner or another teaching you at this school."

"So, what do you all think then?" Izuku looked around the room.

"Young Midoriya, you have much potential, even without those machines you would be a formidable opponent, as the hero's mind is their greatest tool, I would like to see you hone yours here at my Alma Matter," All Might said raising his thumb.

Snipe spoke next, "You got tenacity kid, and you work like a straight shooter, I would be proud to see you become a young sheriff." lifting his own thumb.

"You put All Might through the ceiling, that was hilarious, I just don't want you in my class." Sekijiro said, "Which means you're Shota's problem." Lifting his thumb.

"Now wait just a minute, that's bullshit, Nedzu he can't just decide that can he?" Aizawa turned to his boss.

"Well that does hardly seem fair to dismiss a stu- Nose Goes," he quickly shouted. Both teachers scrambled quickly to put their finger on the tip of their nose.

Aizawa already knew he lost because he flinched for a second. "Dammit, we need to come up with a better system to resolve disputes," he grumbled and looked at Izuku and Momo who were staring blankly at the teachers. "You got talent, you can analyze a situation and make good decisions, you're a bit creepy with it and if we can get you to not say it out loud then I think you might be worth training, so I guess." he raised his thumb.

Chiyo sat sipping her tea. "I agree he's smart, but that story, he's a lot like all of you already," she glared at the still active heroes. "Rushing into danger and getting himself hurt, but just maybe we can teach him to avoid doing that, would be a first." She raised her thumb as well.

"Well I for one, like what I see," Nemuri purred. "I think if we cleared our schedules for some playtime I could be inclined to raise my widdle thumb." Giving the teen boy a half-lidded look.

Momo defensively pulled Izuku closer to her, "Mine, back off."

"Oh did you think you weren't invited, because," she looked the younger girl up and down, "Because I said, I like what I see," she teased.

"Wow so desperate that she has to prey on children, tut tut," Ectoplasm admonished. "Can't wait to tell that to Yu"

Nemuri slumped back in her seat, "Well he already told you all I haven't gotten any in over a year." pointing her finger accusingly at the boy. "He needs to take responsibility."

"Are you being serious right now?" Ken asked from his cement throne, his blocky form made angles more comfortable for him than cushions.

"Of course I'm joking," Nemuri waved him off. "Unless they were okay with it, then I'm not," she added with a wink. She too raised her thumb, then wiggled her free hand next to her head, extending her thumb and pinky while mouthing "call me".

"She's not going to be our homeroom teacher, is she?" Momo eyed the female teacher.

"Not until your third-year," Nedzu said as he sipped from his cup.

"Yup, when you're all eighteen," Nemuri cackled.

Izuku patted his girlfriends hand, "Don't worry, since she hasn't had a date in thirteen months, then that means she can't get any of her students either," he consoled her. However his comment made Nemuri wail out loud, which made Izuku instinctively comfort a distressed person, "Or they could all just be ugly, or gay, I'm not one to judge."

The other teachers stared wide-eyed at the teenage boy trying and failing to soothe the situation. "Oh wow, I want him here just to see what problems he gets into, this will be my new soap," Ryo added as he put up his thumb.

"Really, you want more drama, of all things in your life?" Ectoplasm said, "He is good though. I want to see him in real action one day. Maybe I'm a little biased since he lost some limbs like me but, he's got my vote," sticking out his thumb.

"Little listener, I have heard plenty of stories, and yours," Hizashi fake sniffled and dabbed his eyes. "Oh it's just so tragic. How could we turn down such a poor child," he flung his arms, one covering his eyes and the other pushed behind him as he looked up to the light. "Just take my thumb," he laughed as he push his hand out.

Thirteen raised his thumb, "You already have displayed you are willing to rescue others, now let's train you to save more."

Ken set down his cup of tea, "I agree with their assessments, you are a talented individual," he slowly put out his own thumb.

Izuku looked around the room, seeing every teacher with their thumb extended, Nedzu spoke up. "Well then Mister Midoriya, it seems we have a consensus, I am pleased to welcome you to your hero academia."

Author's Notes: You know the weird part is I had started chapters for three other stories and was in the process of editing them, so I began work on this chapter in the mean time, suddenly I'm over 9,000 words in and now editing this before I even finished those. I think I have a problem.

So references I made this chapter were to Bio-Boosted Armor Guyver, Initial D. and Stein's Gate. A little obscure, but I think they are nice and not too distracting.

As for Izuku getting memories back, that will happen over time and sometimes his reactions will be dramatic. He was put in situations similar to older memories, so when All Might came bearing down on Izuku it triggered him into reliving the attack, which is something Izuku will need to get over, and a panicked cheapshot is right now the only way I could reasonably had him 'beat' All Might, because the nanomachines were are their limit.

The tactics was a way for me to have put Izuku's quirk otakuness into a more useful ability, because it really is, would be like someone in Marvel wanting to join the Avengers and just learned everything about the members. Makes sense, even Villains would probably do that if they were smart, study what heroes are in the area if they were planning a crime, see what quirks you go up against and stuff. I don't like dumb characters, because they do dumb things and it's not a victory to beat someone who is dumb.

Next, Old Izuku would have panicked about being around so many pros, but this Izuku does remember he likes heroes, but he doesn't hold that same childlike reverence for them as those emotions are gone.

Which is part of what an amnesiac suffers from when they get memories back, you can remember a time on a roller coaster but the excitement isn't there usually, but you can get it back if you go on others. So Izuku isn't looking at All Might like his Number One fan, he's seeing him as the Number One hero and respects that. So I hope his rambling didn't come off as too much, I trimmed it down since I felt the point was made after the couple of examples I used. I like using his muttering and this time his knowledge of heroes was used to fire back at them. Since I felt like if Izuku had the emotion taken away from his fascination with All Might, but not the fascination itself he would see all the details he had learned over the hero's career fall into place and put him towards an understanding of the hero's predicament, and someone intelligent like Momo would help him craft the correct narrative that he eventually presented. If that makes sense.

I hope that characters seemed close to how they might behave in canon, because some of the teachers never get screen time, so it was kind of guessing or putting traits to them. Hound Dog likes daytime soap operas, deal with it.

Now for Review Review.

ThFlash I'm glad you like the meta humor, I'll try to put some in the story, but I don't want to overdo it, and I'm not that great at writing humor, some dumb stuff sure, but genuinely funny things are hard for me to nail down.

MODenial The doctor is an OC, I felt that Izuku were train better with unconventional methods, as we have seen in canon, trash beach, gran torino, the summer camp. Putting him in with regular scientists to use standard equipment will work, but will take forever and he'd never learn the important lessons on how to deal with the weird shit that will come the way of a hero. Because heroes don't deal with standard problems and they need unstandard solutions. So the doctor is a good way for him to raise his level.

I can tell a lot of people like the doctor, he won't be written out and will show up from time to time, *cough* substitute teacher *cough*, but with Izuku at U.A. he has some things more important to be working on. A blade wolf doesn't build itself, yet.

I will try to expand on the teachers methods because I felt it was weird that the hero course was pretty much only taught by All Might, which confused me because he had three years, even if the second year students supposedly only had one class, since Aizawa kicked out his last year.

Also because the teachers are aware that Izuku and Momo are in the know about All Might's condition there is a bit less of a headache when dealing with them, as they can be used to cover at times.

The cool thing is that law is going to get a bit weird once Izuku starts his heroing, since he's quirkless, but not quite as well. I did mention backlash and it won't be nice.

Some notes about the future:

A frienemy from the past, Katsuki sees Green.

I already have a big tittied girlfriend, someone get this mechanic off me.

Izuku has machines, he isn't one, so stop asking for his wifi password.

I hope you all enjoy, until next time.