Chapter Nine:

In the ring, staff had leapt forward to move the rubble off Katsuki and carry him to the nurse's office. Ochaco tried to help, but she was shuffled away. She stood outside the ring, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Even from a distance, Izuku could tell that she looked lost.

He would have felt the same way in her place. He never would have wanted to win the Sports Festival like that.

Distantly, Izuku wondered why he was focusing on Ochaco's stress when he'd just had his dark middle school history blared on television for the whole nation to see. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. Thousands watched the famous U.A. Sports Festival. All those people had seen him beaten, bloody, and pathetic. He felt ill.

The horrible broadcast had finally stopped. But people were talking about it. One audience member pointed at Izuku. He slumped down in his seat and used his coat to cover up his green hair.

Izuku had promised All Might that he'd make his debut as future Symbol of Peace at the Sports Festival. Instead, he'd been exposed as a weak, pathetic, useless Deku. He'd lost his long-desired chance at a fresh start.

What would happen to Kacchan? A bitter part of Izuku whispered that Katsuki had always been like Teflon when it came to consequences bouncing off him. But he had a feeling it wouldn't be so easy this time. Citizens around Japan had seen that video. This came right after Katsuki had been criticized on the news for his violent declaration that he'd win the Sports Festival. Public opinion was already tilted against him. An incident like this could destroy a young hero's career before it got started.

Izuku didn't want that. He'd never wanted to hurt Kacchan, and certainly not for revenge. He still wasn't completely certain what he'd been hoping for the last time he'd tried to persuade Katsuki to work together with him during a class exercise and been rebuffed. Friendship or perhaps merely acknowledgement? But whatever it was, he'd lost all chance of it now. Katsuki would blame him for this. He'd hate Izuku even more.

Small tears formed in the corners of Izuku's eyes. All that stopped him from crying was the sensation of eyes on him. At least some people in the audience recognized him. If he started crying now, a picture would end up on the news. That would probably look even worse for Katsuki. The desire to help someone else gave Izuku the strength to hold in his tears.

Hisashi reached over his little brother to give Izuku a nudge. "You can thank me anytime."

Looking at that superior smirk, Izuku's rage built up.

Hisashi flinched. His gaze became uncertain.

This reminded Izuku that he was looking at a younger child. He restrained his tone to calmness. "You shouldn't have done that, Hisashi. I never wanted Katsuki to be hurt. Never."

Hisashi tossed back his head. "Yes, yes, you're far too moral to ever ask for it, but I took care of your bully anyway. Just like how I always do the dirty work to protect Yoichi. You're welcome."

Izuku nearly snapped again. Yoichi tugged on his brother's sleeve, whispering, "Big brother, stop it."

The anxiety in the younger boy's voice made Izuku's temper subside. He still wanted to tell Hisashi exactly why he'd been wrong to presume what was best for Izuku, but he didn't want to make the younger brother listen to his rant. He hesitated.

"Young Midoriya!" All Might ran down the aisle in his skinny form. Judging from the soot staining the back of his shirt and the twigs poking out of his hair, he'd returned from the middle of some incident. "How are you feeling? I'm here to take you somewhere private."

It nearly made Izuku cry after all, to hear the concern in his mentor's voice. To realize that someone else realized that Izuku was a victim in this incident as well, having his pain splashed across live television. Thank goodness that All Might wasn't disappointed in him. He'd been so afraid that his failed debut had let his mentor down.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku said, "Yes, we need to talk."

The four of them sat in the teacher's lounge with the door locked. As soon as they were alone, All Might said, "My boy, I'm so sorry for what you went through. I also owe you a profound apology for not stopping you from being paired with Bakugo on class activities. All your teachers failed you by not looking deeper into the antagonism he held for you."

Sincere care, unlike the audience at the Sports Festival who'd looked at Izuku like a carnival side show. Izuku could no longer help it. He burst into tears.

All Might drew him into a hug. "I'm so sorry. Perhaps I should find a place to put the boys so we can be alone."

"No. I'm fine." Izuku wiped off his face. "I need to tell you something important. Hisashi was the one who arranged the broadcast. I'm not sure how, but he admitted it to me."

Hisashi gasped. "Hey! I helped you! Now you're going to stab me in the back?"

The sincere anger made Izuku feel guilty. He could actually understand why this looked like a betrayal from the boy's perspective. But Izuku had no choice, so he'd decided to at least make his statement to Hisashi's face.

Izuku didn't resent Hisashi, not now his initial fury had worn off. Instead, he was concerned. He already knew from his dreams that Hisashi was a very troubled child who'd been abused. His behavior went beyond a normal child acting out and was probably a direct reaction to that abuse. His guardian needed to know about this in order to properly look after him. Izuku trusted All Might to not merely focus on punishing Hisashi, but also to get him help for the underlying issues that had led to this.

"You don't have any proof," Hisashi muttered.

"I don't need proof." All Might's face had turned solemn.

"Because you can punish me anyway?" Hisashi's lip jutted out.

"No, I don't want to punish you for this." All Might knelt down to Hisashi's eye level. The child avoided his gaze. All Might's tone remained gentle. "You were trying to help your relative, right? It never occurred to you to go to adults about the bullying you'd noticed, because you don't trust adults to help you. This must have seemed like the only way you could make the bullying stop. But you should have come to me. I would have done something, I promise."

Hisashi squirmed. After a long moment of silence, he finally said, "It will stop now, won't it?" His tone held an evasive note, still not admitting to what he'd done.

All Might said, "This wasn't the right way."

"What, because rules are so important?" Hisashi demanded.

Yoichi half-shouted, "Because you hurt Izuku!" He'd pushed back his hair to glare with both his eyes, including the scarred one. "Did you ever consider how he'd feel about you showing him getting beaten up on television? How would you have felt in his place, Mister High and Mighty?"

For the very first time, Hisashi flinched. His certainty crumbled. "Oh. I see." He turned to Izuku. "I'm sorry. I should have handled this more privately."

Izuku didn't like the sound of that. "You shouldn't have done it at all. I never desired revenge on Kacchan."

Hisashi stamped his foot down. "But he kept picking on you! Were you just going to take it lying down forever?"

All Might said, "That's a failure of the teachers at U.A. I believe we're the people most responsible for this, so we're the ones who deserve to be punished. Well, aside from the teachers at Aldera Middle School." Darkness briefly flashed across his face.

Hisashi muttered something nasty under his breath.

All Might continued, "I need you to apologize to Izuku and promise that you won't do something like this again. If you can do that, then I won't tell the authorities what you've done. Instead, I'll install parental controls on all your electronics to prevent further hacking and arrange for you to speak to a child psychologist." He hesitated. "Unless Izuku wants a punishment. I'm sorry, my boy, you've been victimized, and I shouldn't have presumed to make any promises without talking to you first."

"No, I'm in complete agreement with you," Izuku said. When he'd told All Might, he'd been hoping for an outcome like exactly like this one. He had zero desire to watch an eleven-year-old face legal consequences for computer hacking. "I don't even need an apology. If anything, you should apologize to Kacchan. Uh, maybe not." He might burn your face off.

"I'm not apologizing to the bully." Hisashi sniffed. "But I'll apologize to you, Izuku. I'm sorry. I'll accept my punishment and let the psychologist pick through my brain."

All Might said, "No, that's not intended as a punishment. Talking to someone will help you. You might even find that you feel better after a chance to unburden yourself."

From the look on Hisashi's face, he clearly didn't believe it. "To fulfill the second half of the deal: I promise not to interfere any further where I'm not wanted."

Was Izuku reading too much into it, or was that a specifically worded promise with a potential loophole if Hisashi did consider his help to be wanted? Izuku suspected it didn't matter, because he had no faith Hisashi would keep any promise if he didn't want to. Honestly, Izuku was banking his hopes on therapy.

Someone knocked on the door. Aizawa called, "I know you wanted to be alone, but there's a limit to how long Nezu can hold off the media. A statement from Izuku is our only chance at calming down the sharkfest."

"I'm ready," Izuku called.

Aizawa's tone softened. "I owe you an apology, Midoriya. I count us lucky if you're willing to help us deal with this situation at all."

"I'll do whatever Nezu says to make it better," Izuku said.

"Nezu wants to talk to you first. He said he'd help you figure out what you wanted to happen here. I promise you, he won't let your old middle school teachers off. He can be quite vicious when he puts his mind to it." Aizawa hesitated. "He also felt like you deserved a say in how we handle Bakugo."

A wave of weariness washed over Izuku. He'd never wanted a say in Katsuki's fate. He didn't want or need that responsibility. But he supposed he would still do whatever it took to save Katsuki's hero career. Even knowing his childhood friend would never thank him for it and would probably only resent him more for offering help. "I'm coming."

Yoichi's skin prickled as he stood in the hallway. Mostly it came from his older brother's bad mood. Despite the innocent face Hisashi had put on during his apology, Yoichi knew his big brother well enough to tell that he was angry.

Hisashi hadn't gotten the adulation he'd wanted for his so-called brilliant plan. Based on past patterns of behavior, now he'd either lash out or try harder to get the result he'd wanted the first time. Yoichi feared either might end in disaster. His brother's pride had been hurt and he was at his most dangerous when that happened. Yoichi hoped he could have a moment to talk to his brother alone and try to head off trouble.

They weren't alone at the moment. They stood outside Principal Nezu's office while students passed by. All Might had asked them to wait outside because he wanted to go in with Izuku in order to offer support.

Ochaco walked toward them, alone. Her eyes were distant, not seeming aware of her surroundings. Her injuries had been healed. But she didn't look like she was feeling well. Her medal hung around her neck. Yoichi had only seen part of the award ceremony, but he recalled that Yamada had given out the medals because All Might had been too distracted. Katsuki hadn't shown up to claim second place. It had been a dismal affair with the audience barely paying attention because they were too busy discussing the surprise video.

Hisashi's eyes lit up. He stepped forward. "Ochaco! Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Yoichi clamped a hand over his brother's mouth and dragged him backward. "No!" he hissed.

Ochaco stopped in front of the brothers. Her eyebrows raised as she watched Yoichi more or less jump on top of Hisashi. "Do you two know where Izuku is?"

Still keeping his brother's mouth covered, Yoichi said, "He's speaking to the principal."

"I wanted to tell him how sorry I am for what happened to him—and how angry I am at everyone responsible. Including whoever tried to exploit his past today."

Hisashi stopped struggling. Yoichi could only hope his brother had figured out that it was a bad idea to reveal the truth to Ochaco, because he couldn't hold on much longer. He let go and Hisashi slipped to the ground. "We'll tell him."

"I'm sure he'll be happy to have such a supportive friend," Hisashi said in his usual pretending-to-be-adult voice.

"Thank you." Ochaco managed a smile.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Hisashi sighed and mumbled, "I'd hoped for gratitude from at least one person."

Yoichi whispered back, "Try to look at this from her perspective, big brother. People are going to say that she only won the Sports Festival because of the conveniently timed broadcast. They'll say she didn't deserve the win. There will always be an asterisk next to her first place."

Hisashi looked at him as if he was speaking a foreign language. "Does it matter if people say she didn't deserve the win? She still won. Because of me."

Yoichi winced. "Unless you want that girl to hate you, don't tell her that she won because of you."

"But she did win because of me!" Hisashi's voice raised on the last word. He looked around and hunched his shoulders.

"That makes it even worse. This was her chance to prove herself. She wanted to succeed or fail on her own merits. She probably preferred a fairly won second place to an unfair first."

"I don't understand."

"I know you don't."

Hisashi pouted. "Is it about negative publicity? There might be a few news sources who question her win, but most media attention should be focused on Bakugo. I did the calculations and I'm confident she'll get more internship offers in this scenario than the second place one. She may even benefit from having her fight became even more publicized due to the drama."

"It's not just about material benefits." Yoichi struggled for how to explain this in terms his brother could understand. "Ochaco feels bad because she didn't like seeing Izuku hurt. She probably didn't even like seeing Katsuki hurt no matter how angry she might be at him for what he did."

Hisashi sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Everything would be so much easier if other people didn't have pesky emotions."

Yoichi raised an eyebrow. "Other people? Since you're so self-righteous and logical, big brother, then I'm sure you won't let your anger over getting caught lead you to do something stupid."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hisashi sounded so guilty that he must have been already been making plans.

Yoichi's eyes narrowed. "I'm serious, big brother. You got off very lightly here considering what you did. You promised me that you wouldn't let your weirdness mess up our new home. Drop it. Who do you even want revenge on? Izuku tattled, but you hurt him first. I don't even think he had bad intentions, since he wanted All Might to let you off easily."

Hisashi looked offended. "I wouldn't do anything to Izuku. I'm responsible for him."

Yoichi wasn't sure how his brother had gotten that notion, but he was too distracted to ask. "Is it All Might? He means well!"

"He barely even punished me, of course I'm not upset. It's not as if he tried to take my money," Hisashi said. "I only want to make up for my mistake and get my plan right next time."

Yoichi paled. "You mean you're still going after Katsuki Bakugo? Haven't you done enough?"

"Since Izuku didn't like my first attempt, I thought maybe—"

"Absolutely not! Please, promise me you won't launch yet another hair-brained scheme—" Yoichi cut off as the office door opened.

But this wasn't over. He resolved to talk to his big brother again later.

Izuku stood before Nezu's long, glass-topped desk. He'd been called to the principal's office many times in middle school, generally because someone had beaten him up and the school had decided to punish him for it.

The fuzzy principal looked small in the armchair. Tall filing cabinets surrounded him. The script Nezu had prepared lay spread across the desk. Izuku's stomach dropped with each word.

Nezu said, "I truly wish I could come up with another plan. One less emotionally painful for you. However, the situation is serious. Less than an hour after the Sports Festival ended, and the media is already ripping Katsuki Bakugo to shreds. There's a petition online to have him expelled."

"Why? No one ever cared when the bullying was happening to me," Izuku said bitterly.

"Do you want an honest answer to that question?" Nezu asked.

"Actually, yes."

Nezu sighed and rubbed his paws together. "Signing a petition online is much less work than actually intervening to stop a bullying incident in progress. Plenty of the people currently enraged would never have helped you in-person, but they'll happily virtue-signal over the safety of the internet. I know for a fact that at least one of the news announcers currently criticizing U.A. for not expelling Bakugo has spouted countless slurs against quirkless people in the past. But everyone loves a story of a villain getting his comeuppance, and this video comes right after Bakugo angered the audience with his arrogant declaration at the start of the Sports Festival and violent behavior throughout. The timing is impeccable and the theatricalness of the video calculated. Whoever pulled this off is a genius at manipulation. Are you sure you don't know who would have done this?"

"Positive," Izuku said. He had no qualms about lying to Nezu after seeing the enormous shit sandwich he was about to be forced to eat.

Nezu said, "If it makes you feel better, Aldera will end up destroyed, especially because our plan will involve throwing them under the bus. They're a third-rate school whose staff completely gave up on controlling their students. They ought to be closed down."

Izuku murmured, "And you'll make them into the villains so people will have another target to take their rage out on."

"You understand perfectly," Nezu said.

From the door, All Might cleared his throat. "You don't have to do this."

"Don't I?" Izuku cast a bitter look sideways. "Everyone has made it clear that Katsuki Bakugo's hero career is over before it begins if I don't help."

All Might paled, but he said, "That wouldn't be your fault. It would be the result of his own actions and whoever displayed that video…" His voice trailed off as they both remembered exactly who'd done that.

Izuku exhaled and straightened his shoulders. He could accept this unfairness if he thought of it as the penance he had to pay for covering up what Hisashi had done. He felt a responsibility for both of those boys, who'd ended up yanked through time because of him. That desire to protect them would give him the strength to do this.

"I agree. Take me to the TV interview," he told Nezu, impressed at the steadiness of his voice.

Nezu said quietly. "Thank you. I agree with Toshinori: you didn't have to do this. I owe you a favor. Because U.A. failed to notice and address your situation with Bakugo before this point, I also owe you a second favor. You may call them in at any time."

Izuku knew he ought to say thank you. But he only had the strength to nod.

Nezu said, "In addition, we've arranged counseling for you."

Izuku's hands clenched. The guidance counselor at Aldera had publicly mocked his dreams and called him slurs related to his quirklessness, intelligence, and mental health. But what was the point in protesting?

All Might noticed. "U.A. only employs the best. I use their psychiatrist, and I can vouch for her quality."

Izuku's head shot up. He gaped.

All Might chuckled. "Number one hero is a very stressful job. My PTSD has PTSD. U.A.'s psychiatrist knows I was a…late bloomer like you, and she's always been understanding and discrete. You can trust her."

"I'll try," Izuku mumbled. After this TV interview, he was going to need all the therapy he could get.

Both Yoichi and Hisashi had been taken home by Aizawa as a favor to their guardian. All Might said that he needed to be there for Izuku after his television interview.

Aizawa turned on the television, then left to order dinner.

As soon as they were alone, Hisashi scowled and threw his arms wide. "I can't believe I have to waste my time on therapy! As if there's anything some idiot with a child psychology degree could teach me."

Yoichi said, "It's not so bad, big brother. I've been finding it helpful." Yoichi had been attending therapy sessions ever since All Might had offered. But Hisashi had stubbornly refused. He'd threatened to sit there with his mouth shut if anyone forced him. Even All Might trying to bribe him with cake and collectible figurines had failed.

Hisashi snorted. "I'm sure you enjoy that touchy-feely stuff, but the thought makes me want to vomit. How could Izuku have backstabbed me like that? I was only trying to help him."

Yoichi crossed his arms. "I would have told on you if Izuku hadn't."

"No, you wouldn't have."

Yoichi's shoulders sagged. "No, I wouldn't have, but I probably should have. It was one thing back when we were surrounded by bad adults, but now we have a good guardian, I think we should stop keeping secrets from him. Not about the important stuff, at least."

"Everyone around me is a goody-two shoes." Hisashi raised his eyes to the ceiling.

"Shhh," Yoichi hissed. Aizawa had set the television to a cartoon, but Yoichi had switched to the news. He wanted to see Izuku's interview. The commercial had just ended. "Izuku is up now."

The interview picked up where it had left off before the commercial break. A young news announcer wearing a pencil skirt gazed at Izuku with misty eyes. "I can't believe your teachers encouraged the entire class to bully you like that. It's just so awful."

Izuku smiled at the camera. Wearing a suit and bowtie, he looked the picture of innocent adorableness. His makeup had been designed to make him even younger-looking. "The entire situation was twisted. I found myself wondering if I deserved it, with everyone against me." He flicked a tear from his eye. "That's why it made me so happy when Kacchan realized what he'd done was wrong and apologized to me. These days, we've become good friends. He already made up his past actions to me by helping me with my hero training. I hope everyone else will forgive him just like I have."

Sitting next to Izuku, Katsuki stared at his hands. He couldn't meet Izuku's eyes. Yoichi could only hope he continued to keep his mouth shut, because he doubted the blonde was much of a liar.

"You both became friends and you got a quirk, too! It's such a happy ending." The news announcer dabbed her eyes.

Izuku's fake smile slipped. Yoichi knew he was wondering if people would care as much about the bullying if he hadn't gotten a powerful quirk and instead remained a quirkless outcast. Having been the victim of bullying as well, Yoichi was wondering the same thing. He rather suspected the answer was no.

"Turn that garbage off, please," Hisashi growled.

Yoichi wasn't enjoying watching this either, so he switched the television off.

Although Yoichi had been expecting another enraged explosion from his brother, instead Hisashi said softly, "I guess I did screw up, huh?"

Yoichi turned to look at his brother. Hisashi hung his head. He had that stubborn pout on his lips which meant he was trying not to show weakness. Yoichi softened his tone. "You weren't wrong to want to help Izuku, but you needed to think about what help he wanted. You went too far."

"Come on, that bully facing the consequences of his own actions was too far?" Hisashi's pout deepened. "I was planning to keep sabotaging any job he applied for after getting expelled from school. I had a bet with myself about whether I could make him commit suicide."

Yoichi growled, "That's called going too far! Because you hurt Katsuki more than Izuku wanted, he had to do that mortifying TV interview to mitigate the damage, and now Katsuki will get off scot-free. Do you see the problem yet?"

"There wouldn't have been a problem if Izuku had refused to do the interview! He could have done nothing and still kept his hands clean."

"Try to look at it from Izuku's point of view. He's a hero student. His teachers ask him to save someone. How is he supposed to turn them down?" Yoichi sighed. "Plus, he genuinely didn't want Katsuki's hero career to be ruined."

Hisashi nodded. "Oh yeah, guilt, that emotion other people feel. I should have taken that into my calculations."

"Guilt is part of it, sure. But I got the feeling that Izuku still cares about Katsuki. Maybe even still wants to be his friend. There's a lot of history between them. That carries weight. At the least, from the practice fight we watched, I could tell that Izuku longs for Katsuki's acknowledgement." No one understood better than a younger brother that it was possible to still idolize your own bullies.

Hisashi sneered. "There's no value to a friendship with someone worthless."

"That's not for you to decide, big brother. That's Izuku's choice." Yoichi's narrowed. "You can be overbearing when it comes to looking after other people's best interests."

"I've been trying my hardest to keep us both alive ever since we got thrown out of our home! I don't think you have any right to complain!"

"And then you get defensive when I point it out, hence why I don't bring it up." This time, Yoichi wasn't willing to back down. "You like to see yourself as a protector. That's not entirely a bad quality. But sometimes I don't enjoy my role as your helpless protectee. I'm sure Izuku felt the same way. He didn't want you to turn him into a victim. Even if your plan had worked perfectly, it still relied on making people feel sorry for him. Would you have enjoyed that role, if you'd been in his place?"

Hisashi's shoulders sagged. The anger drained from his face. "No, I wouldn't have. Dammit. I was treating Izuku like a little kid, because he's my son, but he's older than me. No wonder he didn't appreciate it."

"IZUKU IS WHAT?" Yoichi screamed.

"Oh, did I not mention that to you? I thought it was pretty obvious, as soon as we learned that my older self is still alive." Hisashi shrugged. "I can't be completely sure without a DNA test, but given we were summoned by a quirk that's supposed to call for a parent, aunt, or uncle…"

Yoichi clutched his hair. "Mind…blown…"

"Don't meltdown on me, little brother. I need you to help me how to figure out how to fix this."

Yoichi cast his brother a suspicious look. "The right way? No more of your weirdness?"

"I'll fix everything the 'right' way." Hisashi empathized "right" with disdain. "I promise."

"Hmm." Yoichi tapped his chin. "Then step one is talking to Izuku. We need to figure out what he wants."

Toshinori's head throbbed as he got out of his car and headed toward his front door. He had much left to do today. First, he needed to have a long talk with Hisashi. Then, arrange a psychiatrist visit. Hopefully then, sleep.

When his phone buzzed, he planned to ignore it until tomorrow. But he glanced down and saw the text came from Mirai Sasaki: Can we talk? It's urgent.

Toshinori frowned. His headache doubled. Sir Nighteye hadn't contacted him since their fight. Something big must have happened for him to do so now. Though he ought to call right away, he struggled to develop the will to handle yet another crisis.

Nighteye sent another text: I had a new vision of your future.

Surely this wasn't about Sir Nighteye's prediction of his death again? Yet another attempt to force him to retire as a hero? Toshinori nearly put away his phone and went back to pretending he hadn't seen the messages.

Then the third text arrived: The future changed.

Toshinori dropped his phone. As it buzzed again, he knew he ought to go pick it up. But he stood frozen in shock. After all their arguments, he never in a million years would have imagined Sir Nighteye admitting that his visions might be wrong. Could this mean the prediction of his death had vanished? Did he dare hope? With shaking hands, he picked up his phone and read the latest message.

The older boy you adopted will betray you and steal One for All in order to give it to All for One. I foresaw it. Hisashi Shigaraki is destined to be the downfall of All Might and the legacy of One for All.

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Yoichi's Therapy

Child Psychiatrist: What brings you here today?

Yoichi: Brother issues. So, so many brother issues.

Child Psychiatrist: Funny, people usually have mommy or daddy issues.

Yoichi: Oh, I have those too!

Author's Note: Although things have gotten worse before they got better, this may yet prove to be a step in the right direction for Katsuki's redemption. He's being forced to self-examine early.

Given that Hisashi was clever enough to turn the public against Katsuki but didn't anticipate Izuku's reaction, is Hisashi emotionally perceptive or not? I'd argue it's a bit of both. Canon All for One is clever enough to manipulate his followers into taking care of his enemies without him even asking, but he can't figure out that sticking his younger brother in a bank vault won't make him love him. He's good at manipulating people but he also has some large blind spots due to fundamentally not understanding how empathy works. It never occurred to Hisashi to keep his actions secret from Izuku because he thought Izuku would approve. Also, the younger version is still arrogant and hasn't yet learned not to brag.

If you haven't seen it yet, last Monday I posted the alternate version of chapter six where Izuku single-handedly defeats Class 1-A: "The Brief Villainous Career of All Smite and the Killer Rabbit."