Even without his quirk, Izuku prided himself on being vaguely feral and acting like a cryptid. The 154th time his quirk activated, he got his wish. He hadn't been trying to sleep, instead just practicing a handstand on his bed. Don't ask why this was what Izuku had deemed the appropriate thing to spend his time on at any time, let alone midnight. He was just special that way.

Anyway, as he was in a very convoluted position, Izuku was not in the right frame of mind to teleport. And yet, his quirk had a mind of its own and he ended up underneath the bed of his English teacher, Present Mic.

His feet hit the bottom of the bed, making the pro hero spring out of the bed, hands immediately raised in a fighting pose. Like that would save him.

Izuku was very much unhappy with what had just occurred. He had been working for weeks on controlling his quirk better, popping up at Kirishima's side as a bush on multiple occasions, yet here he was, stuck scaring the wits out of some poor, defenseless person. As he crawled out from under the unfamiliar bed, he was met with a foot to the face. Alright, not so defenseless then. He recognized the face of his teacher, but at that point he was not feeling very much sympathy for the man. He had just been attacked and as such he was not feeling guilty for the fear that he would be causing.

And that fear was fairly immediate. A look of pure terror filled the face of Yamada Hizashi as Izuku scrambled the rest of the way out from under his bed. Huge, red, glowing eyes glared at him out of the dark corner of his room and the rustle of wings hitting the walls and ceiling did nothing to calm his nerves.

Izuku took that opportunity to stalk forward, He was not planning on letting his prey escape and he loomed almost a full foot over the man. At this point, Izuku had no idea what he looked like. Instead, he simply followed his instincts, allowing them to cause the most panic he possibly could.

Present Mic hated bugs of all kinds, but the winged, fluffy ones were the worst. From bumble bees to moths to aphids, they freaked him out to the point that Aizawa once had to bail him out of jail for destroying a local convenience store with his quirk after seeing a moth flying toward him.

Sure, the property damage might have been immense and a shopper or two may have been injured to the point of broken limbs because they were flung backwards into shelving units and a few more than two civilians may have had ruptured eardrums, but they were fixed right up at the hospital and the moth didn't manage to put its creepy, fluffy, feelers all over his face. You can't blame him too much, he was a student at the time with very little control over his quirk.

Anyway, Yamada was very much unhappy with the fact that Mothman was standing over him, probably about to kill him. But, he was still very much aware that he was in an apartment building and would likely hurt the civilians surrounding him if he were to activate his quirk. If anything, you have to give him some credit for growing as a hero over the course of fifteen years.

Instead, he chose to try to wrestle Mothman to the ground. Bad choice.

Izuku had been training in hand to hand combat very vigorously for the past month and now had the added benefit of added height, weight, and muscle mass. His body instinctively knew exactly how to accommodate these changes, and so Izuku quite frankly decimated his teacher in the span of the short scuffle.

He pinned Present Mic to the ground, breathing heavily and with his wings outspread behind him like he was some sort of demonic angel of death.

He leaned down and Present Mic, unable to deal with the stress of being killed by the one creature who terrified him the most, closed his eyes in fear.

"Boo," Izuku whispered, before releasing his teacher and jumping out the window, gliding away into the night.

Nevermind that he fell from several stories up once he got far enough away from the house and transformed back into his base form. It was for the aesthetic and he regretted nothing.

Yamada lay on the floor of his room, shellshocked. "Did that really just…" he muttered, shaking his head and trying to make sense of what had occurred. Hand shaking, though he would really prefer if no one knew about that small detail, he reached for his phone and dialed a number that he knew by heart.

Unsurprisingly, the man on the other end picked up, despite the late hour. "What do you want, Hizashi?" a tired voice groaned. "It's barely past midnight."

"You will never believe what just happened to me!" Yamada exclaimed. "Shouta, I swear, it was the most surreal thing!" He finally managed to quell the shaking that had spread from his hand all the way up his arm.

After a short explanation, Eraserhead rolled his eyes. Yamada could tell that the eyes had been rolled and he wasn't quite sure that he liked the fact that he could. "You're right," Aizawa said. "I don't believe you." And he hung up.

Aizawa Shouta did in fact believe him. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was the doing of a specific problem child and, even though that problem child showed up the next day with a black eye where his friend had sworn that he had kicked Mothman, he wouldn't say a word.

The 160th time Izuku's quirk activated, the night was warmer than usual. Izuku was trying to fall asleep, but had kicked off all his blankets, as well as his socks, in an attempt to cool off. It wasn't very successful, but what can you do?

In a flash of white light, Izuku was no longer in his room. Instead, he was in the room of a young child named Oda Marasaki, whose quirk was that he could shapeshift into a guinea pig and whose greatest fear was snow.

Not that anyone could put any blame on the poor child, his sister, whose quirk had been very similar to his in that she could shapeshift into a small mammal, had gotten hypothermia in an unexpected blizzard on a vacation with her friends into the mountains.

Now Izuku wasn't exactly used to taking a form that wasn't completely solid and so becoming a blizzard was very strange for him. He groggily floated over Oda, who was frozen in fear, and made his way out the window.

Oda had been talking with a therapist as of late, and his therapist had told him to confront his fears when he had nightmares. And of course this was a nightmare. What else could it be?

He shot up from his bed, grabbed a coat and a pair of slippers, and made his way downstairs and out the door to follow the snow. "I just have to be brave!" he told himself. "I am brave, I am brave, I can do this, I can do this!"

He jolted when he saw a teenager sitting in a pile of snow outside. A teenager without socks on nonetheless.

Izuku felt amusement when he saw the confusion on the kid's face, and an idea came to him as he fiddled with the snow surrounding him. He had watched a movie with his mom the other night. What was it called, he wondered. Better Off Dead? That sounds about right, he decided. It was a pre-quirk era movie and had several moments that had him on the floor, rolling in laughter. And he wanted to try one of them out on the poor kid who still thought that it was a dream.

He stood up and looked Oda dead in the eyes. "Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?"

A glint of recognition shone in Oda's eyes as he remembered the same movie. "This is 100 percent pure snow!" Oda shouted, happy to be able to complete the line. The absurdity of the moment was wearing away his reservations about the snow. If he could joke about it, maybe he could be near it without having a panic attack in the waking world!

"Nice," Izuku said, walking forward and patting Oda on the head. "You know, I'm training to be a hero. If you ever need any help..." He pulled out a card with his number scrawled across it and handed it over before walking away.

Oda shrugged, pocketing the paper and heading back to bed. "That was a weird dream," he muttered, before falling asleep into an actual dream. Imagine his surprise when he woke up to find a puddle around his slippers and a phone number in his pocket.