I won't be explaining why I was gone, it does not matter. If I by chance told you, count yourself lucky. But something big happened today, which I will get to in the AN at the end. Meanwhile, enjoy this, and let/s answer some guest reviews.

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"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 edited by MrBadGuy on The Hoard discord server. Thank you for your work!

The city Ryukyu made her agency in was a lively place where things kept happening. To be honest, Ryukyu did very little work herself, aside from patrolling the skies, letting her sidekicks ride or fly alongside her, and sending them to where the police summoned them. Unless there was a wide-scale attack or a powerful villain, she rarely descended from the skies. But it did speak miles about her endurance since sustaining flight for 6 hours is no joke. Of course, there were breaks but Izuku truly admired his mentor.

Today's patrol was cut short because Ryukyu also took it upon herself to teach Izuku the ins and outs of the hero industry. At least the basics of the trade.

"So you see, Midoriya-kun? We are government employees with a special status that allows us to get paid based on our performance instead of set wages. I, as a part of Top 10, gain enough commission so I have no need to take any side jobs. But back when I was starting out, I did my fair share of those. Mainly commercials and merchandising."

"I remember that. My mom got me your Limited Edition Morphing Delux figurine, made from a quirk-derived material that allowed for a plastic object to shift between two forms."

"I remember those. I'll be honest, those were my favorite. Do you still have it? I could sign it for you." The expression of sadness upon Izuku's face could melt the coldest of hearts.

"No. Sorry. My... friend accidentally destroyed it." Izuku was cursing Bakugo inside his head. He deserved to be punished for this.

"Oh, no worries, I'm sure I still have some at my lair. I'll get you one." Nevermind, Bakugo was the best guy ever. A boxed, signed, mint condition, metamorphic Ryukyu figurine?

"You know, Tatsuma-sensei, you seem oddly used to hero-otakus." Ryukyu's eyes gained a mischievous glint.

"Why, of course. Nejire is one, after all."

"She is?"

"Well, yes. Maybe not completely by choice, but definitely by circumstance. She asks so many questions, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who knows as much about heroes as her."

Izuku could easily picture that, Nejire going around, asking questions to various heroes and annoying them. Where was she, anyway? The day patrols should be over by now so was she running an errand? Did something big happen?

"IZUKU!"

Never mind.

"-and so I just stepped on the train and arrived here." Ochako and Gunhead sat on the floor, Ochako telling the tale of how she met Iida and started liking LIKING him, while Gunhead gave her a shoulder massage, contradicting his rather violent reputation.

"I'm disappointed in you, girl." Ah, there it was.

"Why are you disappointed in me, sensei?"

"Because you did not fight for your man! Seriously, girl! Will just let him walk over you like that even when you're married?"

"MARRIAGE? WHAT! I'm not ready to be a bride!" The heat provided by her cheeks raised the temperature in the room. What is Gunhead thinking, spouting such nonsense!

"Whatever you say, Uraraka. But you really should stand up more for your sake and his. And, you didn't get that advice from me, sometimes your friend and/or significant other needs a good wake up slap."

"But, I don't know if I could slap Tenya. Even if he needs it-"

"Do you like Tenya?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"I didn't hear you. Do you like Tenya?"

"Yes! Stop interrupting me-"

"I ASKED! DO YOU LIKE TENYA?"

"I DO!" Both were yelling at this point.

"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU'LL DO TO MAKE HIS STUBBORN BUTT LISTEN!"

"I'LL SLAP THE STUBBORN OUT OF HIM! AND KEEP THE BUTT!"

"Great! Let's get back to training! Repeat 50 sets of katas, then we will contact Manual and go to Hosu after patrols tomorrow!"

"ALRIGHT!" Ochako felt a new fire re-awaken inside her! She will find Iida, and she will slap some sense into him! But, only if he won't listen to her. Violence should never be the first answer.

Izuku's lodgings in Dragon's Lair were pretty nice. The room was about the size of his back at home, maybe a bit bigger. He had his own bathroom and a nice comfortable twin-sized bed. He knew where the kitchen was, and he knew the sidekick in charge of the night shift.

However, there was something in his room that irked him ever so slightly. It was tall. And blue. And vibrating.

"Izuku! I brought cards and popcorn and my laptop with movies!"

It, who was actually she, wore a bluish-green cotton shirt one size too small, stretching around her orbs and stopping a little bit above her belly button. And she also wore a bluish pair of shorts that barely covered her curvy- You know what, Izuku should really stop staring. What was she saying?

"You do know we have to be up and ready at 6 am, right?"

"Yep!"

"And it's 10 pm now."

"Aha."

"So we should sleep. You know, get between seven and eight hours of sleep every day?"

"Oh, I only need like four or five. Six if we have a big mission." Nejire was saying that like it was nothing. Just thinking about it made Izuku exhausted.

"Well, I'm not you, so please leave, and good night."

"Mou! Party pooper."

"Every party needs a pooper that's why you invited me, party pooper, party pooper." Nejire pouted more, while Izuku hummed the melody. For real, world leaders would bow to the cuteness of that pout, but Izuku held strong. He turned off the lights with Nejire still in the room, plopped down on the bed and turned against the wall.

"Maybe if I wish for it hard enough, she will disappear." She did not.

Not a minute passed and something warm and very soft pressed into his upper back. Three guesses for what that was. The first two don't count.

"Can I at least get your opinion on the guys from the dating app? I promise it'll be quick! I could really use a friend's opinion on this." Ah. She played the friend card. And he was her friend, wasn't he?

He turned around only to have a phone shoved in his face.

"Here, what do you think of him?"

"Umm… Too many piercings in my opinion. I get the appeal, but three nose rings is kinda putting a hat on a hat."

"I see. How about this one? I really like his hair."

"He's Canadian, I approve."

"Oh. Never mind then."

She showed him 10, then 20, then 30 guys. They laughed at some of the pick-up lines they used, were a little grossed out by some of their interests, and weirded out by one's beard with looked like All Might's face on each cheek.

"We've been at it for an hour, did you swipe right on every dude in the area?" The confused stare was the answer he got.

"Isn't that how it works? Just swipe right?"

"Good night, Nejire."

"Our goal is to destroy everything we hate. We want to collapse society by bringing down its main pillar, All Might."

To say Stain was unimpressed was a massive understatement. He thought he had found some kindred spirits, who also saw the rot in current society and would dirty their hands to purge the false idols parading the streets in bright tights. What he found instead was a video game-obsessed punk who threw tantrums and thought disintegrating his problems was the only way. He did not have time for that. He needed to hunt.

"Mr. Kurogiri, please warp me away before I decide to repaint the walls of this place."

"Not gonna join my party?"

"I have a society to rebuild. I don't have time for temper tantrums of a manchild." Said manchild did not take that kindly.

"We also want to rebuild society. But to rebuild something, you must first make it fall. Why do you think we're gunning for All Might? He is carrying this party, and without him, they all fall apart".

Stain gave some thoughts on his words. But in the end, the conclusion he arrived at was that the League was under command of a petty boy who only planned to cause destruction and nothing else. There was no goal and no conviction behind his actions.

"Our goals may be similar, but where mine stand on a solid formation comprised of sound arguments, yours wobbles and tries to balance on your petulance. I tire of this conversation. Return me to Hosu, for I still have prey awaiting for me."

Kurogiri was willing to obey his wishes. Shigaraki, on the other hand, showcased why he and Stain could never work together.

"You think you're too good for us!?" He lunged at the hero killer, only to be barely saved from the flying knives by Kurogiri. But he was too slow to completely dodge the very tip on his sword that grazed him beneath the eye, drawing blood. Before the fight could continue, Kurogiri opened a portal beneath Stain, depositing him to who knows where.

"That motherfucking rogue! He has OP precision stat and way too high of a speed stat!" Tomura was about to sit down, so Kurogiri could tend to his wound, which bled profusely. The knife had been ripped out at some point when he suddenly froze and toppled over. He tried moving but found everything except his face completely paralyzed.

"Oh, OH! That ugly fucker! He got me with his special ability! Sensei! What do you think we should do?" The monitor that kept quiet until now started crackling to life.

"Well, Tomura. Stain won't join us but that doesn't mean he can't be of use, does it?" Tomura laid on the ground, thinking until a blood-curling smile stretched across his chapped lips.

"Sensei, do you have any Nomu to spare?"

"Hum. I just might."

Izuku got out of bed. Barely. Not because he was tired from the lack of sleep. I mean, he was, but that was not the main problem. The main problem was a blue menace clinging to his leg, not letting go and shoving her own foot into the side of his head. Sometime after he fell asleep, Nejire managed to do a 180 turn, her head now resting at his feet and clinging onto them like a stuffed animal.

His mental annoyance was interrupted when he felt something enter his ear. It was a toe. Izuku screamed.

"Oh, morning Zuku. Why the screaming?" Despite barely just waking up, Najire was already going 100%, looking at him with her infinite curiosity.

"YOU TRIED TO SHOVE A TOE IN MY EAR!"

"Oh. Sorry about that. I toss a lot in my sleep. One time, when I and Yuyu had a sleepover, I woke up to Yuyu sucking my toe in her sleep. She was ok with it. It was strange."

Izuku facepalmed. Of course, her best friend having a foot fetish was strange, but not hanging out with a quirkless kid who can shatter ground with a single punch.

"Whatever. Let's just set up, we need to meet with Tatsuma-sensei in- OHFUCKIT'S5.52, WEGOTTAFUCKINGGO!"

As Izuku blitzed around his room, from the bathroom where he brushed his teeth with such force the toothbrush broke, to his pack, unzipping it so fast the zipper went to shit, to the bathroom again, closing the door, not noticing the crack in the wooden floor caused by his feet.

Nejire calmly observed his rampage, before bending over, and pulling out her costume case she strategically placed underneath last night. Without muss or fuss, she discarded her nightwear and pulled out a fresh pair of forest green panties, putting them on before reaching for her costume.

Once Izuku steeped outside of the bathroom, he was greeted by the sight that brought his mind, which was racked with the worry of being late, to a screeching halt. Nejire almost finished putting on her costume. All that was left was zipping up the back zipper, that started right above her thicc booty, and finishing up right at the nape of her neck, covered by radiant blue hair that any man would be happy to wrap his hand in.

Taking this all in, Izuku noticed another important detail. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh, Zuku. Right on time. Could you help me with the zipper please?" She asked him while holding her hair in a bunch above her head.

His body running on autopilot, Izuku slowly approached the bluenette. As he drew nearer he saw the unblemished skin on her back that showed off her muscles, but still gave off the feeling of being impossibly soft.

He gently reached for the zipper, which, coincidentally fell on the inside of her costume. He took it between his fingers, one of them unintentionally rubbing against her skin, sending shivers through them both. He slowly pulled it upward, his eyes unable to look away from her back as it moved. Nejire could feel his heavy breath on her bare skin, invoking another shiver.

Izuku was captivated by how her costume clung to her being, becoming like the second skin, the higher he pulled the zipper. His imagination ran wild as he pulled higher and higher, with how good she looked in the costume. As he passed over the area where the clasp of the bra would normally be, he stopped for a single moment.

"Anything wrong?"

"N-no."

He kept going, not noticing another shiver of his senpai, as the breath of his words laid upon her. He quickly finished up the zipper meeting the end with a slight click. Before he could step away, a waterfall of blue fell upon his head, smelling like lavender, the pleasant scent doing wonders with his hormones.

"Oh, sorry! I just threw my hair on you!" Nejire quickly turned, her hair whipping away from his face, leaving only the delightful aroma behind. Izuku needed a second to gather himself before he could properly answer, assuring her that it was no big deal.

They managed to rush their way through the castle layout of the Lair and to the courtyard with just barely half a minute to spare. The patrols were rather easy, with himself and Nejire busting two muggers and him helping Ryukyu move a truck that broke down off the road.

It was a fulfilling morning and after some lunch at the heroine's favorite sushi place, they returned to the lair for a very important job of filling out paperwork from today and yesterday. But when they entered, they found an old man dressed in a hero costume with a cape and some very bulky boots.

"Ahh, there you are. The broccoli kid." He pointed at Izuku with his cane.

"Can I help you, sir?" Before the old man had a chance to respond, a very displeased looking sidekick made herself known.

"This man came here at 8 in the morning, asking for you, Midoriya. He was quite insistent of talking to you in private." Ryukyu nodded, before deciding on the course of action.

"Nejire, you and I will go work on paperwork. Midoriya, after you're done, I left some law textbooks. After we come back, there's gonna be a pop quiz. If you fail, no patrol for you."

As Izuku observed how his mentor and his friend both walked away, the old man tried to pull a sneak attack on him from behind by kicking him in the head. After grabbing an ice pack for his foot, they both sat down in the break room, with the old man introducing himself as Gran Torino, All Might's teacher.

"I've seen you at the Sports Festival. It seems you already have a very good grasp on One for All."

"Actually, I don't-"

"Surprising, really. Maybe I don't give Toshi enough credit as a teacher."

"You mean All Might? Oh, he's terrible at it, but that's not the point-"

"Or maybe you're just really smart. More likely anyway, given that most of his advice revolves around clenching your ass. Now, I'm sure he told you about One for All, but did he tell you-"

"I DON'T HAVE THAT IDIOT'S POWER!" Gran and Izuku stared at each other, Gran surprised by the news and Midoriya taking deep breaths to calm down.

"Why didn't you say that before?"

"ARRRGH!"

Izuku needed a minute to cool down before he could explain his meeting with All Might, how he refused the power and how he deduced his upperclassman had it. He also talked about All Might's terrible teachings, and how he worked together with Mirio to help him improve his control better. It was well into the afternoon when he finished venting.

"Ahh, so I was wrong from the start, and Toshi didn't even bother to correct me. No respect for the elders."

"He probably told you, but you didn't listen."

"Well, I suppose I should get going, I need to catch a train home."

"Final- I mean, good luck with your travel."

"Ho? You're going with me."

"I'm not."

"Sure you are. I'm old, I could get lost, or mugged. AND you injured my foot."

"You did that yourself! I can't go anyway, I have responsibilities here, and-"

"Just tell the scaly lady that I commanded you as a hero. That should get her off our back."

Izuku seriously wanted to say no. But the geezer was right that he was at least partially responsible for his foot injury. His mom always told him to help the elderly, after all. With a long sigh, he decided to just deal with it, the old man could not live far.

"Alright, I'll go with you, old man."

"That's the spirit!"

Izuku went to look for his phone, his headphones, and one of the textbooks Ryukyu left for him. It was quite thick, so there was no way he'd read through it on the short train ride. He also shot Nejire a text.

This old man is insane. His asylum has no people to pick him up, so I'll escort him. Shouldn't take long.

It did not take long for the bluenette to respond with a few questions, praising him for upholding the hero spirit and an emoji or ten. Then another text that told him Ryukyu was ok with it. He then followed the old man, who was in such a rush he did not even let him change out of his costume.

He wasn't paying attention beyond keeping up with the geezer until they boarded the train (on which they had to wait for half an hour). It was only then he bothered to ask where they were going. He did not like the answer.

"We're going to Yamanashi prefecture."

"I'm sorry, but WHAT THE FU-"

"Language, young man!"

"It's gonna take almost three hours to get there."

"That's why you brought your book, right?"

Izuku said nothing. He was just done. He plugged his headphones, ignoring the 'disrespectful younglings' comment thrown at him by the old man, replied to a text from Uraraka, and started working through his textbook, on what was going to be one boring ride. Izuku Midoriya, the Universe graciously accepts your challenge.

I sense a pointy stick in the near future. Now, why was I gone? Computer broke down. It can operate for about 30 minutes in the cold temperatures, then display shuts down completely. New computer "on the horizon", we'll see. As for why I'm posting. A sad thing happened today. KissAnime and KissManga both shut down their services permanently. I hope you remember your bookmarks, otherwise, you're boned. Alright, I think that's about it. READ. REVIEW. Let me know what YOU think, and we'll read each other next time. NPGamer out.

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