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I OWN NOTHING! I'M BUT A HOBO THAT SNEAKS INTO THE LIBRARY AND WAISTS TIME WRITING THIS INSTEAD OF WATCHING PORN!

"Hey there!" -regular dialogue
"Who is this guy again?" -inner thoughts
"I AM HERE!" -All Might muscle form
"Time limit is nearing!" -All Might muscle form inner thoughts

This chapter was Beta read by the fabulous editors in Epsi's Hoard. Thank you guys so much for help!

Izuku was used to doing nothing. Ever since he stopped his training, he spent hours upon hours staring at his bedroom ceiling. But this time, he wasn't doing nothing. Well, sorta. This time, he was waiting for something. Something he still wasn't sure about. The clock slowly hit 8:01.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzzt.

Ah. That would be the devil ringing. He crawled out of his bed, and on the way to the front door plugged in the coffee machine. His visitor might not need any, but HE needed some just to survive the encounter. Opening the door, he had to close his eyes, to not be blinded by the scorching smile. He couldn't help but remember how he ended up in this mess.

Flashback time. Two weeks until the sports festival.

It was the weekend and Izuku was just sitting down for breakfast. After that... Who knows? Maybe he could recount the cracks in his ceiling, or maybe actually be productive, and train for the Sports Festival. He chuckled at the thought. Yeah, right. The only exciting thing there would be seeing how his classmates use their quirks.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzzt.

"Huh. I wonder who that could be? Maybe it's a salesman."

He went to open the door, slowly making it down the hallway, not knowing he was walking... TOWARDS HIS DOOM. Opening the door, he was blinded by a beaming smile.

"Good morning my cute little kouhai!" exclaimed the girl at the door. Izuku closed the door. This can't be happening. Maybe the milk he had used for his coffee was bad?

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzzt.

He sighed to himself. This was reality now. He opened the door again. To reveal a no longer smiling Nejire, dressing in what appeared to be rather tight looking workout clothes.

"Mou. How can you be so rude! And after all the time it took to find you!" He had to admit, her pout was rather cute.

"How long did it take you to find me?"

"Well, let's see. I started going through the first building at about 6..." Wait. No, she didn't.

"Please tell me you did not go through every building in the block."

"Well, not ALL of them. Just two. Then, when I came into this one, this nice old guy told me that the Midoriyas live on the eighth floor."

"Ah. Mr. Kuseno, I think. Nice guy, heard he used to be a doctor. I always wonder- Wait, no! That still doesn't explain why you're here!" Seriously, what was with this girl. He could never properly focus around her!

His question made her hesitate for a second before she responded.

"Well, you see, since you became so strong without a quirk, I was wondering if you could help me train for the sports festival. I would really like to win this year, just to break Mirio's streak."

Izuku wanted to say no, and slam the door. But, that wouldn't stop her from annoying him further. So he decided to give her what she wanted. He smirked inside his head.

"After I put her through my exercise regime, there's no way she'll be back."

"OK then. I'll train you," he stated putting on his shoes.

"You had breakfast, yes?" The bluenette started rubbing the back of her head.

"Well, you see, I was so excited to begin training, that I might have skipped it..."

Izuku sighed to himself. It shouldn't have bothered him so much. He should put on his shoes, and start the training. But...

"*sigh* FINE. I hope you like your eggs sunny side up."

"Oh, I love them like that! Would you happen to have some bacon?"

"I have Canadian bacon."

"What is wrong with you?"

SKIP TO AFTER BREAKFAST

They were now standing in the middle of one of the bigger parks in Mustafu city. A nice artificial lake in the middle, with a running track around it, with a total length of about a kilometer.

"So... What are we doing? Are we running?"

Nejire hadn't stopped bombarding him with questions even whilst they had eaten breakfast. That was after she stopped arguing over his taste in bacon. Where was his mother? Father? Did he have any siblings? How many? Older or younger? But after a while, she did get the hint and stopped. Or at least that's what he would like to believe. Instead of questions about his family, she started asking about his hobbies, favorites, and so on.

"Yes. My training method starts with running 10 laps around this lake!"

"Huh? Now?"

"Yes. Now. 3,2,1 go!"

She started running, while he sat on a bench under a tree, pulling out his notebook and organizing the data he compiled on his classmate's quirk so far. Hopefully the Sports Festival gives him greater insight. He was finally left alone. For about 45 minutes.

"I'm done!" she was barely even winded! What was wrong with this girl?

"Umm, great? Now do 100 squats."

"OK! Wait, you're not doing that to stare at my ass are you?" Izuku had the decency to blush, before furiously denying the accusations.

"Well, I wouldn't blame you. It does look good in these pants," She remarked. Blushing some more, he just told her to get on with it.

"Oh, and after you get done with it, 100 push-ups, and sit-ups!"

"Okidoki."

"That will send her on her way. I give her an hour tops."

2 hours later

"97...98...99...100! There, sit-ups done!"

Izuku could only gape. Sure, she was sweating and panting, but other than that, she looked like she could go another lap around the lake no problem.

"So... What's next?"

"Umm... Nothing. This was it."

"Oh. Well then, it's time for lunch! I'm starving!" she was trying to cover up the disappointment.

"Umm... Sure? There's a sandwich place that way."

Izuku led the way, still a bit dazzled by the girl's stamina. Maybe it was to do with her quirk? All he knew about it was that it made her fly somehow. Should he ask? Wait, why was he even reluctant about asking?

"So, your quirk, does it only make you fly or..."

"Well, it's a little more than that. Can we get the sandwiches first, please? I'm really hungry!" He hadn't even noticed they were at the shop already. They entered and the employee smiled at them.

"What can I get for you two?"

"I'll have the extra-large, bacon sandwich." Izuku quirked his eyebrow. She must have really been hungry.

"I'll have the same, but with Canadian bacon."

Ignoring the hard stare that Nejire was giving him, he paid for both sandwiches and walked back to the park, leaving her to pick out and pay for the drinks. It was too nice of a day to eat inside. She quickly caught up with him, giving him an ice tea she had bought for him, while still sighed. Here she goes again.

"I am not having this argument again, I just like Canadian bacon."

"Why though? It's not even real bacon!"

"I told you, personal reasons!"

"What could bacon possibly do to give you a personal reason to hate it, except being too delicious and jamming up your cholesterol?"

They argued over it for well over ten minutes before Nejire decided she was too hungry and went to town on her sandwich. Izuku decided to follow her example, but only because arguing over bacon can make one strangely peckish. After finishing the sandwiches, they just sat for a bit, enjoying the afternoon sun. Izuku then asked the question which was burning in his mind.

"So, your quirk?"

"Oh, right! Well, the simplest explanation would be, I can convert my vitality into energy, and then release it into spiral shockwaves!"

"I see! So, I guess you can release it from your feet as well? That would explain how you can fly.

"You're right! But it was super hard to learn! It took me a year and a half at U.A to finally get it!"

"It would also explain the monstrous stamina you have. If it truly converts your vitality then muttermuttermutter, mutter, mutter. Muttermutter, muttermuttermutter."

"Yes! That's exactly right! You're pretty smart to figure that out."

Before either of them realized, it was already evening. They had spent the whole afternoon talking heroes, and (again) arguing about his tastes in bacon. Izuku would be lying if he said he was bored that day. It seemed like forever since he talked so much to, well, anybody. looking back on it, it was the best day he had in awhile. Not that he would say that out loud. Even the setting sun wouldn't stop them if Nejire's phone hadn't suddenly started ringing.

"Oh, shoot! That's the emergency tone! Ryuukyuu needs me!" She quickly pocketed the device, before looking at him.

"Hey, I read the report on the USJ, and it said you tossed someone to give them a boost. You think you could do the same now?"

Izuku seemed reluctant, but as it was an emergency, and she basically spent her entire day with him, he decided he owed her at least that much. Luckily the park was pretty much empty at this point.

"Fine. Her agency is that way, so get ready."

Nejire was impressed that he knew where the location of the agency was even from here, but quickly remembered he was basically a hero nerd. He placed the back of his right hand on the ground, for Nejire to step on. He then quickly charged forward, using his entire body to hurl her upward in the sky.

"THANK YOUUU!" Was the last thing he heard from her before she used her own quirk to go even faster. He felt the corners of his mouth slowly bending upwards, and before he realized it, there was a full-fledged smile on his face.

NEXT MORNING

Izuku was frying some pieces of Canadian bacon when...

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzzt.

Opening the door, the second sun was gleaming at him.

"Good morning my cute little kouhai! I'm back for more training!"

BACK TO REAL TIME

"-uku? Izuku!" He came back from his trip down memory lane, to see a concerned Nejire, still standing outside his door.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just remembered something."

"Really? What was it? Was it important? Was it about me? Was it a doctor's appointment? I forget about those all the time!"

He grabbed her and pulled her inside, before turning around.

"Breakfast is on the table, Canadian bacon, your favorite."

"Mou!" Nejire really wanted to argue. But she decided they had too many important things to do. So she went straight to the point.

"I came for my prize." Izuku stopped frozen.

ANOTHER SHORTER FLASHBACK! (1 week till the Sports festival.)

"Hey, Hado-senpai?"

"Yes, my cute little kouhai?"

"Stop calling me that."

"I will when you start calling me by my name."

"Why would I call you by your name?"

"Because we're friends!"

"We are not friends! I'm just training you!"

"Mou!" Great, now she was pouting. If she was talking to anyone else, they would be defeated by the cuteness of the sight. But Izuku held strong!

"I checked the records on that Mirio guy. And, I'm not sure you can beat him."

"That's why you're training me, no?"

"Yea, but it took me three years to get to this point. We only have about a week." She looked surprised by that. Seriously, this was not a battle shonen, these things don't happen overnight!

"Oh. Well then. Wanna make a bet?"

"No." He remembered mom's teaching. Gamblers in the end always lose.

"You don't even know the stakes yet!"

"I don't care. I'm not betting."

"If you win I'll leave you alone."

"What are we betting on?"

"That was way too eager!"

Izuku was split. On the one hand, with her around, he wasn't so bored all the time. On the other hand, she could be so annoying! Is it possible? To enjoy someone's company, while they still annoyed the crap out of you?

"Well then, Mr. I-am-not-your-friend, if I manage to defeat Mirio, we're gonna spend an entire day together-"

"So kinda what we're doing right now."

"No! This is training! it's totally different!"

"I'm not taking you on a date."

"Wouldn't want you to, you seem like you would be a bore."

"I would not!"

"Oh? So does that mean you have been on a date?" Izuku wanted to bang his head against a tree, but that would do more damage to the tree, so it wouldn't help. He couldn't tell her he was going on "dates" with his classmates so she can get used to talking to boys. He told her it was a stupid idea, why did he go with it again?

Oh, right.

"No, I haven't."

"You're a terrible liar. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You didn't let me finish. So, if I beat Mirio, you'll have to hang out with me all day. AND, you'll join Ryuukyuu for internships."

"If she sends me an offer."

"She will. You just have to impress her at the Festival. Now, do you accept?" She spat in her palm, before extending it towards him. He was hesitant to accept, partially because of the lessons his mother taught him about gambling of any kind, and partially because, maybe, deep deep down, he didn't hate hanging out with her.

"Ok, but you can't just beat Mirio, you have to win first place." He reluctantly spat in his hand, before they shook on it. And then they had a race to the water fountain to wash their hands.

BACK IN REAL TIME

"-uku? Izuku!" he shook his head and noticed he was stuck mid-turn.

"You ok? You keep spacing out."

"I'm fine. Now, go eat and then drag me whenever."

"You said that like I'm taking you to jail. Or execution."

"With what you have planned, it might as well be. Tell me though, how did you manage to defeat Mirio?" she smirked like she was about to share a mischievous secret. He didn't like that.

"I made a deal with him." he was almost scared to ask.

"What kind of deal?"

"Should I tell you... Should I keep it a secret?" Izuku decided he did not look the look in her eyes. Reminded him too much on… Something he watched once. Only once!

"I'm one "ara ara" away from bolting it through the wall." again with the pout that could slay evil. Could any girl do that?

"Fine then. He's going through some sort of quirk evolution and needs a sparring partner that can hold out against him."

"How strong are we talking about?"

"I dunno. Not really All Might level, but not quite that far. Probably gonna get stronger over time."

"Ok, let's go!" he marched towards the door and was already putting on his shoes when she caught up.

"Why are you so eager all of a sudden?"

"This guy gave up 1st place on his final Sports Festival. I can't leave him waiting."

"I don't like the expression on your face, Izuku," he was smiling. But not in a good way. In a someone-is-about-to-die way.

"No idea what you're talking about. Now, do you wanna take the train, or will you fly us there?"

Mirio was pretty happy with himself. He and All might were usually able to train only on weekends, because of his time limit, and with the passing of the quirk even that time was slowly starting to lower. He was pretty sure it was less than 3 hours now, maybe even less than two and a half. But, Nejire promised this Izuku Midoriya would be a perfect sparring partner. His excitement only grew after he reviewed his performance at the Sports Festival. Plus, if he was as unapproachable as he seemed, he had one hell of an ice breaker.

"I think I can see Nejire," said Tamaki from the corner he was hiding behind. He saw Nejire trying to hold back a very determined-looking greenette, one that had to be none other than Izuku Midoriya. Oh. They were approaching quite rapidly now that he thought about it.

"Hey! Blondie! You're Mirio Togata, right?" yelled his kouhai.

"Yup! And you must be Izuku Midoriya. Nice to me-"

"Sorry, I'm gonna stop you right here. Did you, or did you not give up the first place to this blue menace here, so you could have a sparring match with me?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite put it quite like that but-"

"I heard enough. Put your hands up, I have some frustration to let out."

"Um, could we not do it here? I reserved a gym and-"

That was as far as he got before izuku charged him. He barely managed to put up a crossguard, his hands digging into the ground for several feet before coming to a grinding halt.

"Well, I guess your icebreaker was better than mine," he said with a smile on his face, trying to regain the feeling in his forearms. Damn, the kid can punch.

"Oh? What was yours?" asked the ever-curious Nejire.

"I was gonna say it was nice to meet a fellow exhibitionist." the girl made a confused expression.

"He means they both had their willies shown on prime time news," answered Tamaki, reluctantly looking from behind the corner he was hiding.

"Wait. You serious?"

"Yup. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if our kouhai received a few photoshoot requests, and maybe some roles in movies."

"Damn it! Where was I when that happened? Probably doing something stupid like floating around! Wait, no I love floating around. But still, what a missed opportunity!" Takami was impressed. it was rare to see Nejire lose composure. But he better distract her before she starts banging her head on the wall.

"You do know there are probably already many screenshots and outtakes on the internet, right?" Nejire had the decency to look embarrassed before there was an evil glint in her eyes. She will see the nine inches of justice! Wait, why did she guess nine inches? Who knows, the number just sounder right in her head.

Pulling out her phone, she used her web browsing app and entered "Sports Festival flasher" into the search bar. Choosing to search for pictures, the first one to come up was, unsurprisingly, Mirio. Nothin new to see there, he accidentally flashed her and Tamaki so many times it just wasn't worth giving a reaction. Next picture, however...

"It's fascinating. Who knew a person could get a nosebleed so fast." pondered Tamaki, observing Nejire, who was frozen mid-flight, staring at her phone, with a small trail of blood slowly dripping, making a puddle on the floor.

"What is Hado-senpai watching?" asked the greenhead. Damn, when did he even appear next to him?

"My guess is you, flashing the whole of Japan at the Sports Festival." Izuku looked at his dark-haired senpai. Then he realized he wasn't joking.

"Nejire! Give me that phone!" that jogged her out of her stupor.

"No! I haven't finished watching! Why didn't you tell me you were so hot!" she quickly flew away, with Izuku chasing after her. Then Mirio came out of nowhere. With no shirt. Or pants. or really anything.

"Wait! We haven't finished our spar yet!"

This resulted in one of the weirdest chases the U.A grounds had seen, at least ever since Midnight graduated. A girl with blue hair, flying as fast as possible, clutching her phone, occasionally leaving behind a drop of blood, being chased by a green-haired boy, who was, in turn, being chased by a blond-haired student, naked as the day he was born. Nezu smiled from his office, taking a sip of his tea. Yep, today was a good day.

Yo! How's the new year/decade treating you? I hope you're all hanging in there. This was the first chapter of filler before we dive straight into the Internship/Stain arc. There will be two more to follow. And because I want you all to be sent to the dentist, here's some teeth rotting Izuku&Nejire fluff! Aren't I evil? Yes. Yes, I am. Anyway. READ. REVIEW. Let me know what YOU think, and we'll read each other next time. I'M STILL ACCEPTING SUGGESTIONS ON IZUKU'S HERO NAME, BTW.

P.S: Here's a little surprise. Enjoy.

OMAKE 3: MARKETING (these things aren't canon to the story!)

Sports Festival (before 2nd event)
After his confrontation with Shoto, Izuku was fully intended to wait out the team picking, and then take one of those who were left last. Someone who will not have moral drawbacks about literary piggybacking off his power.

Suddenly he was approached by a pair of students, one dragging a whiteboard, and another carrying a projector.

"My good sir, if we may have a minute of your precious time?" without waiting for a reply, he continued.

"We are from the business course, and we came here to offer you the deal of a lifetime!"

He then uncovered the whiteboard, that had some diagrams drawn on it, together with his face.

"As you can see, my future business partner, you have a rather plain face. Now some might think this is bad, but I say NEY! Having such a plain face knocks 0.021 yen off the production price!"

"Production price of what?"

"Your action figure, what else!"

"Huh?"

"You see, you've attracted a lot of attention, so we would like to help you cash in on that. Now, let's talk your hair."

"My hair?"

"Yes." his friend who has been silent all this time brought out a holographic projector of sorts. it displayed him, fully dressed in his costume.

"Your hair is super weird and it would be expensive to mold, so I suggest we shave it off."

All the hair on holographic Izuku disappeared, leaving him completely bald.

"You should also consider changing up your color scheme. Yellow is currently the cheapest on the market."

The color of his costume turned yellow, and became overall blander. Just like a plain yellow onesie.

"And, we've been able to get some nice red glove pieces almost free, so your gloves need to be changed to red. It will match your belt pouches and shoes."

The hologram that started off as Izuku, now looked like a bored man, with a blank expression, a bald head, and dressed in a yellow onesie.

"So… What do you think? If we split the profits 20-80, we both walk away richer."

"50-50"

"25-75"

"45-55"

"Let's just meet in the middle now, time is money. 35-65."

"You got yourself a deal." they shook hands, and Izku left, feeling satisfied. He just got himself a stable earning that he didn't have to lift a finger for, and all it had cost him was his costume colors and his hair.

Wait.

"What have I done?"

That was a lot of fun to write. Anyway, this is it. I hope you all enjoyed, and we'll read each other next time. Don't forget to vote in the poll. NPGamer out.

PEACE!