I don't feel like talking. Let's just get down to business. Here are guest reviews.

Anon83
Oh boy. better watch out. Also, as someone who has never had either American or Canadian bacon, I have no opinion on the matter. I just thought I'd be funny, and it seems to work.

GreanTea
That would be a golden name, but I think people don't pick names that will represent their career and person just to spite someone. Still, a million-dollar idea right there XD

Guest
His hero name will never be Deku. The symbolism behind him choosing that name in the manga makes sense, but still. Not many people like it.

Reakefit
That's actually a solid hero name. I like it. Definitely making it on the poll. Thank you.

Hav
The short stories at the end of chapters are not canon, so Izuku's hair is here to stay. Do not worry.

Guest
I like it, but no one would take it seriously, and the public would just give him a new one XD

Guest
Thank you, I'm glad to entertain.

Bro
You might like some stories from Yojimbra, he is the best Izuku x Nejire writer, and he inspired my choice in the pairing. As for updating more frequently... yea, no promises there, sorry.

X
But spar didn't happen yet.

Guest
That would be dope as hell, but Boros is such a powerful character, no one would stand a chance. And it would be a sin to nerf Boros.

That does it for guest reviews. I love to hear your thoughts and hope to hear many more. Also.

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 the help!

"Again, I apologize, I did not mean for you to see my willy" apologized Mirio, once the epic chase was complete, and Nejire was tied up to a poll, gagged, and with her phone under safe guardianship of Tamaki. Who did not switch her profile picture on all her social media accounts for an octopus, no sir, he did not.

"It's fine, just... Just don't bring it up again." they were standing in Gym Gamma, also called the Training Kitchen land, or TDL for short.

"Now, are you ready for our REAL spar to begin?"

"Whatever, just bring it on, Perv-senpai." a burst of muffled laughter came from Nejire was tied up, and Mirio could have sworn he heard quiet chuckles from Tamaki's corner.

"Alright then. POWEEER!" Mirio activated his quirk, and slowly eased into 5% of OfA. But. His clothes started sliding off of him. And Izuku saw. And he was having none of that. The last thing Mirio remembered was a burst of wind, and something tapping him on the back of his neck, and before that, a faint whisper.

"So Mr. Smies-too-much choose you. At least he did that well."

Before he could fully comprehend the words spoken, he was swallowed by darkness.

"Mirio? Mirio!" he felt someone repeatedly tap him on his cheeks. He opened his eyes to find an untied Nejire and Tamaki standing over him.

"What happened?"

"You were knocked out. Like a little bitch." Tamaki really knew what to say to improve a situation.

"Wait. Where's Midoriya?" Nejire started pouting. And he felt the urge to go on a crusade.

"He knocked you out and left. He said next time you want to spar, bring some clothes that work with you quirk."

"Damn. I was really hoping to let loose today. I guess I should've thought ahead."

"Yea. Not everyone is as used to being flashed as us." they all chuckled, reminiscing of times they first started training together, Mirio almost suffocating because he forgot to turn off his quirk, Nejire passing out from exhaustion, and the many foods Tamaki ate, that caused him to have a queasy stomach. And now, after all that hard work, they were at the top of the academy, and some already proclaiming them better than some of the pros out there.

"Anyway. I need to see if All Might is free today. Sir said I need to train every chance I get."

"Don't you think you're running yourself a little too much, Mirio?"

"It's fine. besides, it's all for becoming the next symbol of peace." he suddenly remembered what Izuku whispered to him.

"Izuku knows." Nejire and Tamaki looked at him strangely. He jumped up, quickly putting on his pants, before pushing the limit to which he mastered the power he inherited.

"Full Cowl: 10%!" he then rushed out of the gym, in pursuit of his underclassman.

Izuku was impressed. It seemed his senpai managed to catch up to him before he left the campus AND keep his pants on. This was the second time that day he saw him wearing a pair of those. What a sad world he lived in. His naked pictures online, and he's already been flashed multiple times by a man. What a sad, sad world this was.

Mirio finished catching his breath, only to find his target staring off into space, with a single tear sliding down his cheek.

"Midoriya, you ok?"

"I'm fine, now what do you want?" Mirio wasn't sure what to say, before deciding for a simple and forward.

"How do you know?" Izuku was much less inclined to be forward.

"Just because you were the best choice, doesn't mean you were the first one."

"But Sir Nighteye-"

"It's not his quirk you inherited, was it? It was All Might's."

Silence fell between them, Mirio contemplating what he said, while Izuku was remembering that day. The day his greatest idol became nothing but another face on the list of people who didn't believe in him.

"Do you want it?" Izuku snapped out of is trip down memory lane, to look at the blond.

"Come again?"

"I asked, do you want it? One for All?"

"Hell no."

"Why not? You said it yourself, you were chosen by All Might himself! Surely that makes you more worthy than me."

Izuku sighed. They really gave that muscle head too much credit. Hell, he was everyone's favorite teacher, but he barely was able to get through the syllabus for the semester.

"One. Because I don't need a power-up. Two. There's a high chance it will take away your own quirk as well. And three. I don't need anyone's help. I'll become the strongest hero on my own."

"Sounds lonely."

"I've never been much of a people person."

Mirio looked at him for a while. How could one with such a blank face muster such a piercing gaze? He then smiled and said:

"You don't mind dragging my ass along, do you?"

"Why would I?"

"Because All Might only has time on weekends, and no one else can really keep up with me." Ok, that made sense. But wait.

"Isn't it weekend today?"

Mirio was about to laugh it off, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the date. And the number of unanswered calls. And messages. And turned pale.

"Full Cowl, Maximum Limit! 23%" with that he dashed away rapidly towards one of the further facilities on the campus. And because Izuku was actually curious how All Might trained this so-called 'Next Symbol of Peace', he decided to follow. Oh, and because the next train to take him home wouldn't be here for another hour.

"You suck at teaching."

He didn't have high expectations, but this was something else.

"I beg your pardon, young Midoriya?"

"I won't get started on your teaching career, but let's do a quick test, shall we? Mirio!" the blond teen snapped to attention.

"What instructions did All Might give you to activate One for All?"

"To clench my buttcheeks and yell out-"

"And how many times have you broken your bones?"

"I think it was seven or eight-"

"Yea, that's what I figured." he faced they Symbol of Peace and told him straight.

"Your time limit is a huge obstacle, and once it runs out, Japan will face one massive withdrawal syndrome." he then turned back to Mirio.

"Our only hope is a blondie that can't keep it tucked in to save his life. I can already hear the screams of traumatized people he'll rescue.

Both All Might and Miro looked kinda down now. He almost felt bad. But the chance to tear into someone who trampled on his dream was just too great. He sighed and hoped he wouldn't regret his decision later.

"I'll spar with you-" he could see the blond lighting up and prepare to say something.

"-but ONLY if you keep your pants on." Mirio stopped, thought about it for a moment, before smiling again.

"I think those are reasonable conditions." he spat in his hand and reached out for a handshake. Izuku did the same, before a race to the sink to wash it. All Might had to smile. To be young again. But quickly that smile became strained, as the memories of youth brought back the memories of his first failure. A face of his old mentor appearing, with a smile on her face.

He felt something wet sliding down his cheek and realized it was tears. How stupid of him. It was a long time ago. All Might moved on.

"All Might did. What about Toshinori?"

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, along with a trickle of blood. he wiped it away, together with that lone tear. Toshinori stopped mattering a long time ago.

Ochako loved her parents to hell and back. But sometimes they could be a bit much. like how they pounced on her like wild animals, causing her to drop the bag of groceries. She had a nice talk with them both before her father excused himself and stepped outside to make a business call.

"We're really proud of you, Ochako."

"I know you told me like a hundred times."

"Heh. I guess I did."

Silence fell between them, but not a comfortable one. Ochako knew what she wanted to say, she just didn't know how to say it. Iida hadn't returned any of her calls. He was going through really tough times, and she wanted to help him. But how can you help someone who doesn't want help? Her mother took a sip of the tea she prepared, before setting it on the table and looking straight at her.

"Alright, Ochako, spill it."

"Wha-"

"Young lady, I've known you your whole life, I can tell when your holding something. Like that time you ate bananas before they were ripe and got all consti-"

"OK! You made your point, geez."

"So, what is the problem. Is it a boy?"

"No... Maybe? I sigh Yes. You could say it's about a boy." Her mother gained a knowing look.

"A classmate of yours?"

"Yes. He- Well, his brother got into an accident, and will have to quit his job because of it. I tried calling him but he just won't answer. I really like him, even did something stupid to try to understand him better, although it was less than helpful. I just... I really want to help him."

She wasn't crying, but she wasn't far. Her heart couldn't stand still thinking about what he must be going through. Suddenly mom pulled her into a hug and held her tight until she stopped shivering. Afterward, she released her, but took her hands into her own, being careful to avoid being rendered weightless.

"Well, Ochako. Men have different ways of expressing feelings than we do. Some show them openly, some reluctantly, and some just keep them in no matter what." a blank face with a green mop of hair came to her mind, and she had to stop herself from giggling.

"Yea, I know someone like that."

"See. This boy you like. He is going through a tough time. And when you meet him again, he won't necessarily want to share his burden with anyone. Now you can't force him to do anything. But the best thing you CAN do is show him your full support, letting him know you're there for him."

Ochako thought about the advice, and couldn't help but agree. Iida might be trying to hide what he's feeling, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need support. So she'll be there for him. She won't push him, but she will let him know, he always could fall back on her. Her eyes light with flames of determination. She'll be Iida's hero!

"It seems my advice will be of help. I'm glad. Now-" mother's eyes gained a dangerous glint.

"-what were you saying about doing something stupid to understand that boy better?"

"Nothing!" of course her father entered then.

"What?! Did I just hear something about boys! None of them are good enough for my little Space Princess!"

Ochako just buried her blushing face into her hands, making herself float unintentionally. Her parents were truly too much.

"Iida. I want you to carry on my name. Tensei's Hero path may end, but Ingenium's should continue. Take it, Iida, and carry it higher than I ever could."

Those words echoed in his head, as he researched the old cases involving the Hero Killer. He was, of course, limited to police department statements, and media, but it still gave him some idea where to look. His phone buzzed, and he only glanced at it. Ochako was calling for the umpteenth time, probably to see if he was alright.

"Look at her, pretending to care for you."

"Ochako would never pretend. Even if she and Midoriya re together, I'm still her friend."

"She didn't telly ou about Midoriya and her."

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

He started researching for less known heroes stationed in Hosu City. Those never bothered to send offers to top scorers, but if you received no offers you could pick one from the open agencies. It seemed he was in luck. Pro Hero Manual runs one of such agencies. He'll accept whoever applies. Iida quickly jotted down some final notes, before packing up.

"Wait on me Stain. Your days are numbered. You will be done in... BY THE HERO INGENIUM!"

Izuku was hauling trash by himself. Bakugo was forced to stay in after a heated argument he and aunt Mitsuki had about wearing a jacket. He had to admit, he enjoyed a little break from stringing curses and growls. He and Bakugo were better now. But it was still... awkward. Without a pile of trash to haul, they couldn't carry a conversation to save someone's life!

On the other hand, dealing with Nejire has become... Easier. She still sometimes argued his tastes in bacon, but he had a damn good reason for it, and no one will convince him to touch regular bacon again! it was really awkward when she came ringing and his mom opened. He spent 15 minutes explaining they were just... acquaintances? Friends? Well, whatever they were, they were not what his mother thought they were. But his rant wasn't enough to wipe that smirk off her face.

Come to think of it, that was the longest he talked with his mom in, well, years.

The metal plate he was carrying bent as he squeezed his fists. It was all dad's fault! Why couldn't mom see he didn't care for them anymore? Sure he sent cheques, but that was it. No letter, no phone call. Wait though. His mother's cellphone was ringing a lot lately, and every time he just canceled and said it wasn't important. Could it be-

"What are you doing here?"

"FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THE STICKS IN THE UNIVERSE! What are you doing here?" he could hear his heart beating in his ears.

"Oh, you weren't at home, and when I asked that Boom guy, he said that you're probably here. Except he cursed a lot in between."

Izuku was honestly surprised by how little that bothered him. Wasn't he just thinking about how used to he got of her company? Hell, she even showed him a picture of a guy she met on one of the dating apps, to ask him if he looked like a dude to get coffee with. He said he didn't know how dudes who liked the coffee look, so she asked Miro instead. But that is something that one would ask a friend and not acquaintance. So, Nejire and he were friends. How about that. A first friend and it only took him a decade and a half to make one. Oh boy, his love life did not look promising.

"-uku? IZUKU!"

"Yea?"

"Quit spacing out on me. And you were muttering. Am I really your only friend? And if you need help with love, I can always give you advice!"

Oh, right. I guess they also hung out because she could somehow understand his muttering. Well, since they were friends, and she was already asking what kinds of girls he liked, he supposed they could talk about something serious.

"Nejire?" she immediately stopped asking what were his preferable three sizes and looed at him. He sounded serious.

"Why do you want to be a hero?"

"Why do I want to be a hero? Well? I just figured that if I can help people I might as well right? Big power, large responsibility and such. Besides, there's just so many interesting heroes and villains out there and I want to ask them a lot of questions. Like why are they a hero, why are they fighting, what's it like turning into a dragon? Those kinds of things."

Izuku took a second to think over what she said. But as he was about to comment, she interrupted him, looking at the horizon with a smile.

"And, you could also say I do it for fun."

"Run that by me again, please." Izuku was confused.

"Well, it was though getting into U.A, but the times I've and there were the best times of my life. The classes, the training, hanging out with Mirio and Tamaki, working beside Ryukyuu... If you have fun while working, is it really work at all?"

Izuku thought about what she said. Her answer was weirdly serious, not something he would expect forms her. But then she also added something that was so Nejire, it was about to take to the air, and ask questions to a random passerby. But then he started chuckling.

"Oi. Stop laughing." the pout that could slay armies appeared on her face, but Izuku was unaffected.

"Sorry. It's just... I think you might have helped me find a solution to my problem."

"Really? What was it? How did I help? Does that mean you owe me one? If so, I want us to go hang out.

Izuku was about to answer the flood of questions but was interrupted by the blaring of Nejire's phone, the tune that signaled an emergency.

"Ah, shoots and ladders, now I have to go." she quickly answered the device, before looking at him expectingly. Izuku sighed but placed his hand on the ground anyway. A few seconds later a blue blur was making its way across the sky, towards the general direction of Ryuukyuu's hero agency.

Izuku observed it until she was too far for him to see, before turning towards the horizon and immersing himself in his thoughts.

"Maybe this could be my conviction, at least for now. Izuku Midoriya, a Hero for fun."

Hi. I hope you enjoyed. Nothing better to follow up all that fluff that with some serious stuff. That concludes the second chapter of the filler. There is also a poll on my profile if you want to vote on Izuku's hero name. Also, it seems You guys like the Sports festival arc much more than the USJ one. That's good, it means I'm improving as a writer... I think. READ. REVIEW. Let me know what YOU think, and we'll read each other next time. NPGamer out.

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