The Earth is beautiful, in Izuku's eyes. From below among the people to high in the upper atmosphere, there was little about the world he could find that was anything less than a pretty sight. The fact he was blessed with the opportunity to fly so high without penalty made him smile. It helps he is no t afraid of heights, too, or that would have ruined the majesty of the Earth's curved horizon from halfway between it and the Moon.

Even from so high up, the world he is familiar with below stays with him thanks to his excellent hearing. There is a concert in Sydney celebrating the works of the late symphonic composer Zìdòng that he finds quite soothing to hear. America is celebrating their old holiday of independence and their fireworks are much louder than last years'. A crowd of people in France cry out in fear as a man made use of his quirk to encase and lift a building, as the police reported, but Izuku leaves it to the heroes on the scene to stop him before the man could send it flying anyone's way and place it back down where it belongs before it could crumble in their grasps; there is no reason to impede on the good work of other heroes.

It was always tempting to Izuku, to fly off in a moment's notice and do the work of a hero when he could. But he is not the only hero in the world, and he is not the only one capable of amazing feats. It helps him ease up and act only as a part-time hero knowing there is someone else in the world who can do what he did; if not one-to-one, then an end result similar to his all the same. Not everyone can do what he does, but every hero can save a life and stop a criminal. Izuku believes in his coworkers that greatly.

He is disappointed his costume does not come with pockets or any means of extra carryon options. He can't carry a notebook unless always in his hand, and if ever the opportunity arises for a good photo he would need to keep his phone in his hand at all times. Unlike most heroes, Izuku works empty handed because they alone are plenty enough to deal with the problems at hand alongside the rest of his body. But that is what he gets for wearing a hand-me-down uniform and not a government approved costume.

"Another sighting of the hero of hope, Superman, today not only in the heart of Tokyo, Japan, but all across the southern Asian coastline." Izuku picks up the news report as it happens, tilting his head towards the point of the broadcast's origin. "The titular young hero appeared on the streets of Tokyo stopping one Doko Toro moments after he had robbed Norinchukin Bank of thirty million yen, catching the criminal by a prototype speed bike developed and earlier reports as missing from its creator, Haiteku Sokudo." Ah good, Izuku grins to himself, the owner was found. Hopefully the damage he made to the boosters is an easy repair for the man known in Japan for engineering everything with extra speed. "The blue-clad man was only around for two minutes, however, before flying off into the sky and leaving fellow hero Kamui Woods to bring the criminal behind bars with another criminal the woodland hero caught only minutes after trying to vandalize a local tea house.

"But that wasn't all the world got to see of Superman today," the reporter continues. "Reported only minutes later in Yunnan, the flying superhero was seen again incapacitating and knocking out a man with a giant transformation quirk only seconds after he transformed. For the next hour after, reports and sighting came flying onto the web; of the man zooming by to stop a speeding car from hitting a child; of him stopping a bullet and talking a man down to turn himself in and be appointed to a mental hospital; to the hero appearing on the shores of Tamil Nadu, India, ushering fishing boats into the sea in a manner reminiscent of when he had carried the broken and sinking Delta cruise line onto the shores of Shirahama Beach almost two years ago today."

Izuku remembers that day too. It was his official debut as a hero after a week with a license and not a clue in the world what to do to let the world know who he was and what he was here to do. He had heard the screams of the passengers as the ship started to lean off course and throw its people to the side, and he had gone and lifted the ship from the bottom and bring it to the closest piece of land he could. Five thousand people saved before the majority of them could fall into the ocean, several heroes among them who had done their best to keep the passengers around them from harm, and Izuku thanked each and every one of them individually for their work done with his hands tied and digging into the lower plating of the ship.

"Superman still stands as one of the few heroes who have done so little in front of the camera, leaving the people he helped today with nothing more than a smile, a wave and call to live well. There has yet to be another sighting of the man since his last act over an hour ago and many believe it may stay that way for the next few days. While a beacon of hope in the eyes of the public, he seems to be a man who appreciates his privacy a great amount. If that is the case, then if you can hear me, Superman – and every other hero who may be listening – thank you for your work and protection of our peace."

Izuku smiles and looks down to the Earth. "Any time," he responds, knowing full well the only one to hear his voice would be himself. The clouds beneath him roll by, allowing the light of day to fall again on his home country. "It's my home too. Least I can do is to help protect it."

But it has been an hour since Izuku took to the skies to relax and watch the Earth spin below him. He still has work to do back in the office. He pats the shoulder pads of his cape and tests the band holding his hair back in a puff before he tilts to the Earth and pushes himself home with his smile intact. He loves his life.

Yagi Toshinori waits patiently after knocking on the door of one of his agency's coworkers. Midoriya Izuku does not answer right away, leaving the lanky blond man in the silent hallway for the plenty of seconds he spends waiting. When he knocks again, there is a muffled, "One moment," followed by a rumble of clatters and some soft scoffing. It is only a few seconds later before the door swings open and standing in its place is the tall, dark green haired man Yagi was hoping to see.

"Ah, good afternoon, Toshinori," Midoriya greets him, one hand resting on the door frame and the other adjusting square glasses back up his nose. His noise is nearly drowned out by the clamber of the office behind the blond man. "What can I do for you?"

"I didn't see you at lunch earlier," Yagi mentions to the taller gentleman. "Wanted to check on your progress on our sidekick's weekly reports in the database. Finally got out of a meeting of my own earlier, so I thought I'd check in now and take a moment to talk with you in general."

"Ah, of course. Please, come in." Yagi takes the kind gesture and enters the room while Midoriya holds the door open. He steps around a fallen stack of papers and an empty box in front of the man's desk. "Apologies on the mess. Kicked it over getting out of my chair."

"You really should let us invest in a filing cabinet or" – Yagi looks to the boxes of papers lining the wall on the other side of the room – "twelve. It wouldn't cost us too much to get you some, or just move them from other offices here that aren't using them this much."

Midoriya only shrugs as he piles papers and stacks them sideways back in the box. "It's easier to take work home if it's all in a box. Don't want to turn heads on the train carrying a cabinet to my apartment. Besides, it feels like I'm back home." Midoriya sets the box back atop another before offering Yagi a seat and dropping into his own. "Still feels like I'm in high school writing an essay and researching sources. Is that weird?"

Yagi doesn't think it is. Midoriya wanting to feel at home while at work sounds normal to him, a way to remember the people and place he left behind to come and work at his agency. Yagi wears a costume with a belt buckle reminiscent of his old master's buckle; a way to remember her and what she had done for him. Then there was Midoriya's hero costume as whole that fell under that topic, if he remembers correctly.

"I saw the news while I was on my lunch break," Yagi moves on, nudging around papers on the desk to look at the notes and profiles of heroes and sidekicks he knows are affiliated with his agency. "Impressive stuff earlier this afternoon. Quite some speed you have there; never ceases to amaze me."

Midoriya smiles at him, glasses dipping a bit and reflecting light from the young man's computer. "Apologies I rushed out like that without notifying you," he confesses, bowing his head in the process. "Been too long since something caught my attention like that; I couldn't help myself."

"You stopped seven criminals and saved dozens of different lives. 'Couldn't help yourself' to get out of the office and be a hero doesn't sound too convincing." Yagi smiles kindly back at the man. "How am I not supposed to be proud of what you do? You spend enough time in this box of an office excelling at your work; you deserve to be out there doing what you love. I can't hold you accountable for that."

"But Taikappu can."

"Oh right. She could do that." Yagi hisses and rubs his jaw. "I'll do what I can to keep her off your back. Your own track record should be enough to wane any negativity. You'll be fine, I promise."

"Thank you." The clacking of Midoriya's keyboard bounces off the walls between their silence. "And I'll make sure the revisions are ready by tomorrow. Not too many left to get in time, hopefully before I even leave for today."

"That's good." The blond man pats his knees as he breathes and darts his eyes to and from Midoriya. "There's actually something I've been meaning to discuss with you. Or ask you, really. I was given an offer a few months back, during my last tour outside of Japan; it's the reason I've been back since then, actually."

Midoriya raises an eyebrow and readjusts his glasses. "You have been back since January," he commented. "I think most of us here are used to seeing you bounce around the world every few months. I thought it was your injury tying you down with Recovery Girl in the country, since it's been so long. What were you offered?"

"A position at U.A. The principal asked me to be a teacher for the heroics classes next school year in the spring, and he's been updating me on everything regarding the rest of the staff and its usual schedules of events and classes before I find myself actually working with them. It's…actually about finding the next wielder for my quirk."

It's that statement in Yagi's answer that has Midoriya leaning back in his chair, face draped in bafflement. "You're looking now? I thought you had a few more years before your injury became that taxing on your body."

Yagi nods. "I do, but the more time I spend as All-Might, the less time total I'm able to do so. I've lost a whole hour in the past year, and it feels my rate of loss only increases over all this time. I'm hoping somewhere within the first years – or even the second or third year students – I'll be able to find someone proper to carry One For All into a new age of heroes."

"Huh," the young man hums. "That does sound like a good opportunity, for both a protégé and a retirement plan for you." Midoriya smiles to Yagi's soft laugh. "At least now I'll know why you won't be around the agency as often—"

"I was actually hoping you would join me around U.A.," Yagi cuts in, leaning forward in his seat. "As Superman." Of all the information Yagi had dropped on the young man's lap, that nearly sends the boy flying out of his chair in bewilderment.

"Wh—you want me to go to U.A.? As Superman? Not me?"

The older hero waves his hands in front of them. "You can be there as yourself, too. I won't be buff all the time on their campus; I can't hold form for that long. There wouldn't be a problem with you being Midoriya Izuku on campus either. With how proficient you are here as part of the staff, you'd have no problem being mistaken by others as though the school was trying to steal your skills for themselves."

"But would that not be suspicious?" the young man counters, leaning forward in his seat too. "I don't exactly change form like you when in costume. If people know I'm on campus as well, they'd be able to put two and two together. I'm lucky enough as it is to get by as a passing image when I'm out there. And why me?" His arms cross over one another as he leans over his desk. "Why do you want me to go with you to U.A.?"

Yagi drums his fingers on the edge of Midoriya's desk and heaves a sigh. "A few reason, actually. With how fast you've been rising in the ranks to be in the top thirty of heroes, most of the students there would probably love to learn from you. Your mindset is one I think is already perfectly cut out for our job, and I believe passing it on to the younger members of your generation would be wonderful for them. But I also believe it would be good for you, spending more time as the hero you always wanted to be, right? No more hiding in a boxed office space wearing fake glasses and a baggy suit.

"You told me you always wanted to go to U.A. You wanted to be a hero, and I wanted to help you become one, because everyone deserves to be one." Yagi fiddles with the cufflinks of his suit, buttons with the engravings of the mask Torino wore. "You came to me with your dream and a pre-tailored costume, and with it you earned yourself a license and a place in the rankings. I want to let you become the full time hero you deserve to be without worrying about your identity and what's behind it."

Midoriya Izuku was an interesting intern within the wall of All-Might's agency, and Yagi was thankful to have met the boy before he had reached his twenties on a visit to the place after another stop home from the southern African countries. While listed with super strength in his records, the boy showed several more impossible skills when cornering the number one hero about his health and the hole of a scar on his chest that he thought he kept well-hidden underneath his blazer and button up. One meeting with Naomasa to check the validity of the boy's story and explanations and Yagi found himself a new task to complete: helping a boy live out his dreams and become a great hero.

Yagi does not believe his job has been completed, and he wants to see through on his promise.

"What about my mom and dad? What about my job here?" Midoriya continues pestering for answers, a frown plastered on his face. "People here know who I am. They can put two and two together if Superman and I both appear at U.A. I don't want my name out like that and I don't want my parents' on their either."

"I'm not going on the news to announce that I'm working with the school; you don't have to either, in either of your looks. The principal and I can work a cover story for you so no one here questions you about it—"

"U.A.'s principal? Wait, does he already know about me?"

"He knows of Superman's affiliation with this agency." Yagi waves away Midoriya's worry with his hands. "He said nothing about knowing who you are or that you two are the same person, but he knows Superman from what I've had to say about you on the news and he wants to meet you and offer you the position himself. He's been pestering me since February to finally meet you in costume. You don't have to and I'm not going to make you; I've waited this long to tell you about it at all."

Midoriya sits quietly with a look of contemplation, his bottom lip jutted to the side while he leaned back in his chair. His glasses flash as the computer between them switches screen before it dims completely. "So…you're asking me to be a teacher? I don't exactly have any degree or teaching qualifications."

"Not as a full-time teacher," Yagi shoots the notion down. "Nedzu's only hiring me on as a heroics instructor. It's the hero departments' last class of the day. I'll be one of the many rotating teachers in the school's roster to teach them in the one period, and Nedzu wants me to focus on their star class, 1-A—"

"Isn't there no class to that this year? I don't remember seeing them at the Sports Festival."

Yagi shrugs and scoffs under his breath. "Their homeroom teacher isn't the most lenient of people, if what Cementos told me is true. Anyways, since he offered me that class, he was considering giving you the same position but for the sister class, 1-B. Nedzu's convinced you're my protégé, but he knows I haven't given you my quirk after I told him. But the offer still stands. I've got thirty-seven voice messages that tell me so."

Midoriya sighs again before he nods slowly. "I'll…think about it. It's a lot to take in."

"Take your time." Yagi does not argue with the young man. He has dumped quite the exposition on his desk for the past fifteen minutes. "I'm not leaving the country for a while, and if you want to contact Nedzu directly, his number's on U.A.'s website so you can give him your answer yourself. You probably have until March before he thinks the window is closed. Actually, he'd probably still be waiting during the next school year. I don't think he wants to close it on you."

Midoriya nods again as they both rise from their chairs, Yagi taking the opportunity of the younger man's mulling to take his leave and head elsewhere around the office. He has a meeting with his publicity agent around the corner; he hates to be late for that man. "Thank you for stopping by, All-Might. I'll…be in touch, once I have my answer."

"Thank you," Yagi expresses his gratitude, smiling all the while. "I'll be patient; don't worry. I won't force you into anything you say no to. Unless it's finishing the edits on our affiliates' documents and reports. Kinda need you to do those for me."

The dark-green-haired man laughs to the man's humor. "I'll make sure they're done by the end of the night, no need to worry sir. You can trust me."

"Never doubted you." The number one hero shuffles his lanky for as he walks back out into the bustling office space of the fifteenth floor and waved the young man goodbye before closing it behind him. Yagi had only ever doubted the young man once, back when they had first met. It has been two years since, and the Symbol of Peace has yet to relive that emotion towards the young boy who promises hope. He doubts that will ever change.