The 203rd time his quirk took him away from his warm bed, Izuku was confused. Normally, he would materialize underneath someone's bed in an extremely cramped space and have to find a way to wiggle out unceremoniously.

That was not the case when it came to this trip, not in the slightest. The underside of this bed was absolutely massive, gargantuan even. There was practically a whole separate bedroom under there! Izuku could practically imagine where he would put a whole separate, albeit short, bed and where he would hang the fairy light to give it the proper aesthetic. There was room to sit up. There was room to crawl around. He didn't have to act like a deranged snake to escape, he could practically walk out, hands in his pockets and whistling like he was the star of some old movie.

That is, he could do that if he had pockets. He had turned into a genderless, barely recognizable as a human figure, physical embodiment of germs. He got out from under the bed with a confused look on his face. Who would own such a large bed? Did they have a quirk that made them taller than other people?

As it turned out, the bed simply belonged to the head of a yakuza, which of course it did. Why would Izuku ever end up in a reasonable place?

When he stood up, he was looking into the eyes of a tall, pale man who looked ready to absolutely destroy him. He seemed to have worn gloves and a face mask to bed, an interesting decision to be sure, but not one Izuku thought he could get on board with. What kind of weirdo would do something like that?

Chisaki Kai would, and he would swear by that practice. He had extreme mysophobia and, as such, did his complete and utter best to avoid anything that could contaminate himself. Unfortunately for him, this practice did not help him when he was unknowingly attacked by a slew of germs coming from an unsuspecting teen. Combine the germs with a very undeveloped immune system and you get a very sick villain.

Izuku didn't know who the man in front of him was. He didn't know that Chisaki Kai was a villain who went by the name Overhaul who was keeping a child captive in the basement. All he knew was that in front of him gave him the heebie jeebies and he wanted out.

So, he got out as fast as he physically could.

Just like the underside of his bed, Overhaul had immensely large windows that Izuku quickly took advantage of. Using a technique taught to him by Aizawa, he smashed open one of the massive panes and jumped.

After Izuku left in a hurry, the germs that first infected the villain disappeared, but the damage had already been done. Overhaul dropped dead less than 24 hours later, scattering the members of his yakuza and inadvertently setting the child, Eri, right in the path of a third year UA student, who rescued her and gave her a safe home.

Then it was Monoma's turn. It was the 208th time that his quirk activated and, to be honest, absolute chaos erupted after Izuku managed to wiggle his way out from under the bed.

While Monoma hadn't been around anyone else within the last ten minutes, meaning that he had no additional quirks in reserve, he was still a member of the hero course at U.A. He wouldn't be taken lightly, which meant that Izuku was met with a kick right to the face the second he even thought about seeing the room he had spawned in.

This was fairly unfortunate for poor Izuku, as he was currently in the form of a frog. A frog with human teeth to be more accurate.

Izuku caught a glimpse of himself as he went flying, almost in slow motion, past a small, metal plate that had been hung on the wall for whatever reason. Izuku was sure that there was something that had caused this, as Monoma seemed to be a fairly arrogant and cocky guy who was unlikely to do much without a reason behind it.

However, Izuku was much more concerned with his appearance than the plate. He was horrifying. Like, the most abhorrent thing he had ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes upon.

He could understand the urge to bash his face in. Really, he would happily bash his own face in if he didn't have flapping frog arms that couldn't do much damage. As it was, Izuku started ramming his head into the floor as soon as he came to a halt.

Permanent brain damage was preferable to that image.

Screeching in horror, a sound that I assure you frogs do not make in the wild, Izuku managed to fling himself out a window. Again.

The 190th time Izuku's quirk activated, he turned into practically a carbon copy of who he considered to be his best friend, Hitoshi. Except for one very vital difference. He looked like a villain. Very obviously a villain. And he felt like one too. Or at least, his body felt like one. It was like being back in Kacchan's room, when his brain fogged over, and he couldn't control his body.

He could only watch on in horror, trapped inside his own mind as he stood over his friend's bed, shoving him awake with a glare.

No, Izuku thought in despair. He was sleeping, you monster! Since when does Hitoshi ever sleep?

"Villain," he said with disgust, regretting everything that came out of his mouth. "You're just going to betray everyone who trusts you. You're a villain through and through." His body smirked cruelly and Izuku fought it. Little by little, he chipped away at his quirk's defenses, striving to regain control.

"Wha- what?" Hitoshi gasped. He scrambled up, trying to make sense of what was going on. He was looking into his own eyes, but not. These eyes were crueler and filled with malicious intent, which Hitoshi's eyes were not.

Then, Izuku finally broke free of his quirk. With a strained grunt, the vision of Hitoshi flickered, before being replaced with Izuku.

Hitoshi just was more confused. "Izuku?"

"Hitoshi!" Izuku yelled. "I'm so sorry. That wasn't me! I didn't want to!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"It's okay," Hitoshi said slowly, reaching forward to ruffle Izuku's hair. "What just happened?"

"My quirk! It activated and I was under your bed and I was you but a villain and I hurt you and woke you up even though you were sleeping for the first time ever but I fought it and I-"

"Slow down," Hitoshi interrupted. "I think I understand."

Izuku sighed in relief. "Still, I'm sorry. Oh!" he perked up. "I ever finished telling you what I wanted to at the sports festival, did I!"

Hitoshi paused. "I- No? But what does that have to do with…"

"Shush, it has everything to do with that." Izuku took a deep breath. "You said that your quirk was villainous and it's not. It could be so amazing for so many different professions, including hero or villain, but it's you who makes it that. Your quirk is just a tool for you to use." He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he paused. "You know," he started quietly. "For a while I believed that my quirk made me a villain. All I could do was terrorize people. But I'm not a villain and neither are you!"

He ended his mini speech with a fist flung into the air. Hitoshi was shocked. Izuku took advantage of that shock to cause a little chaos on the way out.

He calmly walked over to the window, unlatched it, and turned back to his friend. "See you later, alligator," he said with a salute before falling backwards out the window.

This didn't particularly shock Hitoshi even more, as Izuku did that all the time at school. Instead, he stood up, as though in a trance, and walked over to the open window. He quietly latched it before settling into his bed with his phone, as he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep that night and he was unwilling to be bored for the several hours it would take for dawn to arrive.