Midoriya looks to the tall house in front of him. At first, he thought that it was an apartment.

This is the home of Yagi's second mentor and the one that'll teach him how to use One for All in small quantities.

He inhales then walks up the steps, lifting his fist to knock on the door. He stops when he sees the door was cracked, blinking before pushing it open. He looks around the unlit room before seeing an old man, laying in a pool of blood and his intestines. Midoriya's eyes slowly widen as he part his lips, his shriek increasing in volume until it couldn't get any louder or higher. As he screamed, the old man's body moves, causing Midoriya to scream and bounce in place from foot to foot.

"It's alive," he chants as he continues to freak out, the old man getting up.

"What's this now," he asks, look at Midoriya, "Who are you, little missy?"

Midoriya stops, "Little...missy? Who," he points at himself, "me?"

"Who else?"

Midoriya's fear morphed into rage, keeping it bottled up inside. Though, he couldn't prevent his skin from glowing. The old man stands up shakily, "Now, now! No need to be mad! Who are you?"

The younger calms down, "My name's Midoriya Izuku, I was sent here by Yagi Toshinori."

"Toshinori? Ah, I got a phone call from him the other day. He told me a young lad named Midoriya was coming over."

"That me," Midoriya says as he puts his hand on his chest, "I'm here to learn how to control One for All."

"One for All? Like the Three Musketeers?"

The younger blinks, the old man wobbling into his kitchen. Midoriya puts his bags down before closing and locking the front door, quickly moving into the kitchen.

"One for All, the quirk. You know it, right? Yagi...said you did."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the old man grins as he points at his freezer, "could you make me a fish tart, please? You are staying here for a week, right."

For a moment, Midoriya though he saw the old man's expression change from innocent to serious.

Not commenting on it, Midoriya moves to get the frozen tart, "Yagi never told me your name or your quirk."

"You can call me Gran Torino and my quirk…"

Midoriya blinks as he felt wind on the back of his neck, turning around as he closes the freezer door. He doesn't get the chance to gasp before jumping out the way, Gran Torino landing where he once stood. When he landed, the wood beneath him broke. Midoriya lands with his eyes wide. For someone of the elder's size, he's fast on his feet and strong. Was that his quirk? Speed and strength?

"You want to learn how to control One for All, but time isn't on your side. If you want to use small quantities then use imagery. Imagine yourself as a container and your quirk the thing that being filled inside you."

Gran Torino's expression was more serious, a bit intimidating.

Midoriya thought for a moment. A container? Couldn't he be something else? He blinks then looks to the microwave, staring at the machine for a while.

As he thought, Gran Tornio slowly paced around him. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Midoriya looks from the microwave to the elder, blinking when he saw he wasn't there. The younger had little time to react before the elder was above him, ready to strike. As Midoriya leaps forwards, Gran Torino lands then bounce off.

"I'll give you a challenge," the elder smirks, "which is to touch or hit me before this week is done!"

Midoriya tried to follow the elder man's movements, constantly turning around. He stops before he makes himself dizzy, thinking back to the microwave. If he was the microwave then what could One for All be?

"Don't get distracted," Gran Torino shouts, his knee slamming into Midoriya's back. The younger grunts as he staggers forward, Gran Torino continuing to bounce around.

"What could my quirk be," Midoriya mentally huffs, finally thinking of something. An egg. He didn't know why, but the first thing that came to mind was an egg.

The younger dodges the elder's attack before letting out a puff of air, mentally chanting "imagine an egg in a microwave". His powers start to course through him full throttle, it soon calming down. His skin was still glowing, but the red veins weren't visible, the lighting still swarming around his body.

The elder smirks, "Good. Now, come at me!"

Midoriya nods, getting in a fighting stands before charging after the elder.


The younger pants as his hands rest on his knees, Gran Torino nodding.

"Impressive, in one day, you've seemed to grasp the idea. Tell me, what is it that you're using."

Midoriya looks at him, "I'm a microwave and One for All's an egg."

"A bit boring, but it works."

The younger pouts as the elder walks up the steps, "You have the rest of the evening and night to yourself," the elder says, "be sure to relax."

That's not possible, not when Yamikumo's making himself known to Midoriya. The younger waits until he hears a door shut then goes outside, stopping when he gets the neighboring alleyway. He plans to practice being in midair and balancing his power.

"Five percent," he mumbles, "imagine an egg in the microwave."

He activates his powers then starts to leap, hopping from one wall to the other before slipping. He fell into the garbage cans and bags below, grunting as he gets up. He growls, similar to how Bakugou would, then tries again, doing this for the rest of the night.


For the entire week, Midoriya tried to catch Gran Torino during the day and went wall jumping during the night. The elder would find the younger resting in the alley, feeling a bit satisfied with his self-training. He allowed him to sleep, happy to see him wanting to make progress.

Today's the last day.

"Are you ready for your last chance," Torino asks cockily, Midoriya stretching. He felt like he had more control over One for All now, he could fight (almost) anyone and win.

"I'm going to catch you," Midoriya smirks, launching himself forward in an attempt to catch the elder off guard. Gran Torino smirks as he bounces back, Midoriya grunting. He starts to move around the room, "You've got to be quicker than that," he says before going to attack, Midoriya quickly turning around. Torino couldn't move back in time, the younger's palm tapping against his chest.

"Yes," Midoriya grins, Torino hopping back. He sighs, "You caught me, looks like Toshinori wasn't kidding when he said you were a fast learner."

Midoriya bows his head, "Thank you for teaching me, Gran Torino."

The elder sighs as he sits on the floor, "No problem, it's my job to teach the young anyway."

"U-um," the younger lifts his head, "I don't mean to be rude, but I wanted to ask you about your quirk. Do you plan on sealing it away?"

Gran Torino nods, "I do, but I want to do it after Yamikumo's stopped. Ensure that happens, Midoriya."

The younger smiles then nod. Later, he gathered his things and set off back home.

As Torino watches Midoriya leave, he pulls out his phone.

"Hello? Ah, yes, training went well. One for All did right in picking that boy," he smiles softly, "he's something special. Train him well, Toshinori."