It's pitch black in the room. Just a void of everything. He turns scratching for any sign of life. Anything to show he's alive. "I see you have finally come to see us." searching the room to find the owner of the voice. Izuku finds nothing. "I'm sorry for your loss by the way."

"Who's there? Where are you? I can't find you!" Izuku shouts frantically, making himself dizzy trying to find the owner of the voice.

"Such sadness in you boy. That's why you have unlocked my quirk. The sadness in you is overwhelming. You feel as if your life is crashing down and you can do nothing to stop it. But you will boy, you will stop it. And you will do it extraordinarily. Use my quirk, use the knowledge and become the best." the voice faded as it stopped talking.

He searched and the voice was gone. A bright white light engulfed him.

Izuku didn't know why he woke up. Looking around, nothing was out of place. So what woke him up? Izuku laid back down. Did I have a bad dream and not realize it? He closed his eyes just as the words returned to him. With a gasp, he sat up.

His quirk? Who was he? Was his quirk the reason I can retain what I read so well now?

Izuku shook his head.

8:34

"Uhg!" He plopped back down on his bed. The funeral wasn't until 1700 so he had 8 hours to do whatever. He decided he would study until 1600.

He got to the library without any disturbances. Getting pretty good at this. He sat there at his table with 8 books towering over all the things he found interesting. I could experiment with this new quirk. I'll grab a book about- he strolled through the shelves to find something useful but unique. Hmm, this looks interesting. He found books about criminal psychology, basic electronics, and a book on first aid. I'll skim the book on first aid and see if I retained anything without really reading it. Forensics: What Bugs, Burns, Prints, DNA and More Tell Us About Crime, Forensic Psychology for Dummies, Introduction to Forensic Psychology: Research and Application, A Killer's Mind, The Art of Electronics, Make: Electronics: Learning Through Discovery, Practical Electronics for Inventors, Living Ready Pocket Manual – First Aid: Fundamentals for Survival. And so he spent hours just reading.

Beep Beep Beep, Beep Beep Beep, Beep Beep Beep

The alarm on his watch goes off telling him it's five minutes to 1600 and that heads to leave the library. He sneaks into his room to take a quick shower. His hair is dripping when he gets out he puts on a black suit he has just for special occasions. Never thought this is what I would use this for. He mutters to himself. Pulling his towel to dry his hair he sits on his bed and takes his wallet from the nightstand. A photo is pulled out from behind his id. Gently stroking her face with a sigh he put the photo back.

Knock, knock, knock

Aizawa opened the door slowly. "Are you ready to go?" He leaned against the door frame. Izuku's replay was him standing up and walking out the door face blank. The teacher sighed, closing the door behind him. They walked down the corridor to the elevator. As they exited they passed through the full common room. Everyone's head snapped up at their entries.

"Deku are you ok?"

"Where have you been?"

"Aizawa sensei told us to leave you alone, where were you injured?"

"MIdobro you've been gone for over a week are you ok?"

"It is very irresponsible to skip a week of school."

"you damn nerd, where have you been?"

The questions were rapid-fire. One right after the other. No pauses, all asked at the same time. He wasn't in the mood. He gave them all a spiteful look before walking out the door without looking back.

Everyone was staggered by the look. Midoriya didn't have a mean bone in his body no matter how many times he broke it, so what was that look for? He was capable of such a look?

"What's wrong with him?" Bakugo's words snapped everyone back to the present.

"Sensei, is something wrong with Midoriya?" The room was quiet, everyone intent on hearing what their sleepy teacher had to say. Aizawa sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, a headache forming. "Just leave him alone for the time being." He followed Izuku out of the room to his car where Izuku was leaning against his head, not aware of his surroundings.

"Problem child, get in."

They both drove to a funeral home not too far out of the city. As they walked in there was some man at the entrance greeting the guest. Izuku didn't recognize him. Izuku did what was polite as if it wasn't his mother that died and bowed, giving his condolences. There was already a crowd around the room decorated in wight silver and blues. The casket was brilliantly and elegantly carved in swirls and flowers. The room smelled of incense and the flowers in every corner of all color vases filled all over the altar. Most people turned to see the new arrival to be met with Inko's son's blank look. Some people tried to get his attention, all failing. Izuku didn't want the pity and apologies of strangers who didn't understand that the world was dull now. He knows he should acknowledge them it was tradition but mom wasn't a stickler for tradition. Their sympathy wouldn't make a difference. He looked ahead; he didn't acknowledge people's advances but he did study everyone who came. Teachers from his school, both Bakugo's parents, coworkers of his mom, and whatever acquaintance she had that liked her enough to show up.

Tch. He couldn't help the sound that escaped him. Of course, that bastard. Izuku mentally shook his head, he wouldn't let his anger show.

Aizawa side-eyed him. As they walked to the front of the crowd. As they got there Mitsuki walked silently to him, tears falling without end. Masaru walked up behind her with a solemn face. "I'm so sorry Izuku." She hugged him. His face was blank as his chin sat on her shoulder. Masaru's hand patted his back.

Those words again. Why those words? Always those words.

She held him for what felt like hours. When she finally let go it was to look toward the entrance of the room. Izuku turned his head in the same direction. The Buddhist priest walks to the front up the steps to the altar. Mitsuki and Masarus both move back to their seats. The priest waited for everyone to settle down before he started to recite santrus.

Izuku drowned out the priest's words with his thoughts.

I'll start training once I get to America. I have to work on my quirk, my combat, and my knowledge. I'll get smarter and stronger. I'll learn to solve any problem and do something about it. I'll start analyzing the pros in America and past villains. Maybe I should train with a weapon too?

As he thought about all that he'll have to do and learn in America he was elbowed by Aizawa. He nods his head to the ever-growing line of guests. Izuku sighed as he stood and got in line. The line moved at a moderate pace. When he got to the front he lit an incense saying a small prayer for his mother to rest. He touches the incense ashes to his forehead. "Goodbye mom, I love you." He whispers, he then lays the incense into the flame bowl.

They soon finished and the same man was handing out whatever gifs his dad had planned.

Aizawa and Izuku walked to the car. "Your father made it so you can do the cremation ceremony in two hours. Where do you wanna go in the meantime?" Typical. "Takoba Municipal Beach." "The trash heap?" Aizawa muters getting in the car.

They arrive at a clean beach. Waves crashing in the dark. "It's clean? Do you have something to do with this?" Izuku ignores him, takes off his shoes, and walks to where the waves just barely reach. Aizawa follows, looking around. He's impressed but doesn't show it. "So?" Izuku answers with a nod before wrapping his arms around his legs and setting his head on his knees. "Training before the entrance exam." The hobo-looking man nodded.

The quiet was peaceful, neither saying anything, both lost in their thoughts. Time passes and neither moves nor talks.

Ding

One of their phones goes off. Izuku doesn't move to check his phone and Aizawa shuffles. "We have to go." Aizawa stands wiping the sand off his pants. Izuku doesn't wait, he dusts his pants off as he walks. His teacher strolls behind him "Problem children." he groans under his breath.

They get back to the car and get to the cremation hall. The same man from the funeral home grates him. Must work for Hizashie. The man he does care to know the name of directs them to a room down the hall. Aizawa follows Izuku in. Izuku walks up to the burned body. He sighs. I've been doing that a lot lately. He picks up the bamboo and willow chopsticks. It takes about 45 minutes to pick out all the bones and put them in the urn. Izuku bows and says one more prayer before he's ready to go. He and sensei walk out of the room and the billing leaving the man behind.

The drive back to the dorms was quiet. Aizawa pulled up to the dorms and parks. "The plane will be ready to leave at 4 so be done." With a nod, Izuku gets out of the car.

No one is in the common room so he gets to his dorm with no problem. Getting undressed and into the shower as soon as he unlocks the door. Done with his shower he throws on a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt to then dry his hair. He folds his tux and places it in his suitcase. Izuku opens his wardrobe and laying at the very bottom ate 24 of his notebooks all filled to the brim with information on different heroes and villains he's encountered. All of those will go in his bag with his necessities; charger, earbuds, phone, wallet. After he made it so all he has to do is walk out the door he gets in bed. He doesn't fall asleep right away. Nightmares have a habit of messing with him.

Izuku shooters up after a particularly bad dream. Looking at the clock that said 02:58. Can't fall back asleep, I'll sleep more on the plane. Should probably tell Aizawa sensei I'm ready.

Broccoli boy Ready

Caterpillar Okey. Come out in ten

With his suitcase and backpack, he leaves and meets Aizawa in the car. The drive consisted of soft music from the radio as background sound. The airport came into view as they got farther from Musutafu.

He had to get on a private jet so security wasn't an issue. The same man was waiting there for him as he had been all day.

"You have my phone number you know you can call me for whatever right?" Aizawa pulled him aside.

"Ya." "Problem child, you, I. Ugh. I'm going to miss you. Keep in contact, even over text." Izuku nodded, not knowing what to say to his normally reposed teacher. He soon boarded the plane with a small nod to his now-former teacher.

The take-off was pretty smooth. Relaxing back in his chair he got comfortable with his headphones playing music the flight would take about seven and a half hours the strange man sat across from him 2 seats down he looked up smiling at him. Izuku ignored him. It isn't like I'll live with him or see him again so why try. Izuku presses play the closed his eyes falling asleep almost instantly.