A/N: Hello! Thank you for continuing to read this story despite it's very, very many flaws. It means the world to me, so thank you so very much for reading. Enjoy the new chapter! Now then... *cocks shotgun* Where were we? *monster growls in anticipation*

Edit (10/28/18): Added the disclaimer and fixed what grammar mistakes I could find. I also improved the writing as much I as I feasibly could (though there may still be some stuff to do), and I did include some more details to flesh things out and give the world some more believability.

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Chapter 2: A Truth and A Revival

"Alright, alright, settle down class." The teacher said as the class eased into their seats. Izuku, knowing exactly what that day was, shifted about in his seat nervously. He knew what people would say if he told them what he wanted to do with his life, but he'd still do it.

"Now, I'm sure you all know what today is." The teacher said, pulling out a bunch of identical looking papers. "Normally, I'd be passing out these college applications by now. But..." He paused before throwing them into the air, using his pyrokinesis semblance to incinerate every last page. "… you're all gonna try for the hunter academies, right?"

His response was a resounding "YEAH!" From the entire classroom, who immediately showed off their Quirks and Semblances without a care in the world, excitement trumping logic as the classroom slowly turned into a boiling pot for the former.

"Now, now class, settle down." The teacher said as he tried to regain control of the class. "Yes, you all have some very impressive Quirks and Semblances, but don't forget that you still have eleven months before the exams begin. So don't get cocky."

"Hey... teach..." A student with spiky blonde hair and wolf ears said with a condescending tone so thick you could see it. On his face was something like a cross between a snarl and a grin that showed his mouth filled with fangs. "Don't lump me in with all these other washups. I'm the real deal, but the best they can probably do is get licensed by some second-rate college, and that's if they're lucky."

"YOU GOT A DEATH WISH, BAKUGOU?!" Almost every student in the class yelled in sync with each other, their anger at his statement obvious within the malice their voices contained, to which Bakugou promptly responded with; "Let's go! I'll take you all on!" his eyes clearly giving away his eagerness for a fight.

"Well, your test results and overall grades have been rather exemplary for all the years you've attended this high school. Huh. Maybe you will get into Beacon."

The shock only lasted for a fraction of a second before whispers and tidbits flew about the classroom, all of them pertaining to the grand hunter academy, Beacon. If you wanted to be a hunter and become extremely successful, that was where to go. However, the initiation for the Hunter track was extremely difficult, and some of the students had even died to try and pass it, though that seldom happened at all.

"And that's why it's the only place on this continent worthy of me." He boasted before jumping on top of his desk, clearly not caring for the rules. He then continued his monologue. "I've already aced the academic pre-tests, not to mention that I'm the only one at this school who's got what it takes to pass the initiation. I'll end up even more popular than the Big Four themselves, and be the most powerful huntsman of all time! People from all over the entire world will know my name, and it all starts with Beacon Academy!" He finished with a full tooth smile, his fangs proudly showing his heritage as a dire wolf faunus, a rare species that was seldom seen anywhere.

"Oh yeah, isn't Midoriya trying to get into Beacon as well?" the teacher asked, Bakugou turning a rather cartoonish shade of white that had even managed to cover his clothes. How is this possible? No one knows.

Izuku flinched when his name was called out, before lifting his head ever so slightly from his desk to see the class' reaction. Silence encompassed the room for a full three seconds before literally everyone in the classroom with the exception of Bakugou and the teacher burst out in laughter, obviously not taking the boys dream seriously.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You don't even have a Quirk, which basically disqualifies you!"

Izuku stood up with an intimidated look on his freckled face, and shakily answered, "A-actually, that rule g-g-got revoked l-last year. I-I could be the first person to-"

He never got the chance to finish. Bakugou, deciding he'd heard enough, slammed his palm on Izuku's desk, charring the top with his semblance and splitting it in half due to the added kinetic force. Startled, Izuku fell backward onto his rear, looking up when Bakugou began to criticize him, his hand still smoking from the use of his quirk.

"Listen up, Deku," Izuku flinched at his insult of a nickname. "You're even worse than the rest of these goddamn rejects, ya Fractured wannabe. Do you really think they'd let you in when they could get me?!"

"N-no, wait! Y-y-you've got it all wrong! I'm not trying to compete with yo-" Izuku says until he's interrupted by hitting his head against the wall, which he backed into accidentally. "You've gotta believe me!" Izuku looks down, trying to escape the death glare that Bakugou was now giving him. "I-it's just that... this is what I've wanted to be for a long time now. I-I may not even have a Quirk... but that doesn't mean I can't try, right?"

Bakugou's rage was obvious, his smirk from earlier now replaced with a full tooth, and rather intimidating, snarl, and smoke was coming off of his palms like steam from a running train engine. "LIKE HELL YOU'D BE ABLE TO HANG WITH THE BEST OF THE BEST! YOU'D DIE IN INITIATION!"

Izuku looked down in shame as Bakugou continued to berate him.

"HELPLESS LITTLE IZUKU! THIS SCHOOL'S GOT A SHITTY REP AS IT IS, DO YOU REALLY WANNA EMBARRASS IT EVEN MORE BY FAILING THAT HARD?!"

(meanwhile, somewhere in downtown Vale, at 12:02 pm)

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

"HEY! SOMEONE CATCH THAT THIEF!"

A man with a liquidation Semblance ran away with lien cards of varying colors inside of his body, chuckling to himself as he made his escape. "Yell all ya want to, sucker, but this Lien is mine now!"

"Hey, shouldn't at least one huntsman be here by now?"

"Yeah, and we're in Vale. I wonder where they all are."

"Maybe they're still busy from that scene earlier this morning."

A rather gangly man in a baggy shirt and pants heard these things as he exited a convenience store, two rather large bottles of cola in the bag he carried. Another up and comer villain, huh? Time to make sure their career was short lived. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to deal with Torchwick again too soon. The man was very elusive, he would give him that.

But on to the task at hand.

"Remember when we didn't have to deal with random people using Quirks and Semblances for crime all the damn time?"

"Yeah, there's just no stopping them these days."

"Yes, there is." The once gangly man said to the pedestrians, now so tall and buff his clothes could barely contain his physique. They turned around and gasped when they recognized his face.

"Do you know why?" He asked them, not expecting a response.

The liquidated crook looked behind him, and was nearly paralyzed with fear when he saw the man's face.

"Because I am here!" All Might proclaimed, a shining smile catching the midday sunlight as he stepped forth and rushed after him with a gust of wind left in his wake.

(a few hours later, Vale High School, Izuku's POV)

School had just been released with a loud ring of the overhead bell, and the earlier incident from that morning had been all but forgotten by almost everybody, including the teacher. By now everyone was starting to head home, but Izuku was currently checking the news on his civilian issue scroll or CIS.

The fight that had minorly impeded him on his way to school had gained a lot of traction with the public, especially with the debut of a new hunter named Yu Takeyama, codenamed Mt. Lady by both the press and... herself? Okay, a little unconventional in the world of codenames, but a rather self-explanatory name nonetheless. Her semblance was Gigantification, which allowed her to change her own height at will. She'd been allegedly passing through Vale at the time of the incident, and decided to help out and simultaneously make her debut before she went back to her home city of Mistral. For some odd reason, he had a feeling that she and Kamui Woods weren't going to get along very well, considering their personalities and the fact that Kamui was by far one of the most popular hunters from Anima. Then again, there was always the Merry Men Mercenary Company to keep things in check, so that was a comfort, at least.

"I'd better take some notes so that I don't forget anything later," Izuku said to himself, taking out Huntsman Journal 13 from his backpack, only to have it snatched out of his hand by none other than Bakugou with his nose upturned and his ears partially flattened, quite literally looking down on his old childhood friend.

"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, Deku, but we aren't done talkin' yet." He said with barely masked malice in his gaze, his grip on Izuku's journal loose and unprotected. His cronies came in behind him, Izuku had never really bothered to remember their names, and asked Bakugou, "Whatcha got there, Katsuki? His diary?"

Bakugou showed them both the cover of the journal, not really caring what they thought of it. It didn't take long for them to start laughing at Izuku's expense, biting away at the little pride he still had left. Despite that, he still tried to play it off as just a joke. "H-ha ha, very f-funny guys." He turned to Bakugou and asked, "C-could you please give it back no-"

Bakugou blew the journal up and tossed it out the window before Izuku could even get another world in. Adding insult to metaphorical injury, Bakugou belittled him even more. "Most great huntsmen show potential when they're very young. People look at them and just know that they're destined for something great. When I'm the only student to graduate from this shitshow of a high school to Beacon Academy, they'll be talkin' about me like that. They'll know that I'm the next big thing. That's not ego talking, I'm just that good."

He then proceeded to place his hand on Izuku's shoulder and minorly activate his semblance, causing his hand to smoke. "Here's a little advice from me, ya damn nerd." He bared his fangs in a cruel smile. "Don't even think about applying, or there'll be consequences."

And so Izuku stood stock still as he felt his limbs vibrate in utter terror. His voice caught in his throat, and though he tried his best to retort to Bakugo's comment, he could hardly even get a sound out.

So the ashen blonde direwolf and his cronies left him to stew in his own cowardice. Why he did deserve so much crap for something he couldn't control? Why him? Why always him?

"You know, if you really wanna be huntsman that badly, there actually might be another way." Bakugou began, Izuku not fully expecting what came next.

"Just pray that you'll have a full soul in the next life and take a swan dive off the roof!"

At that point, Izuku had had enough anger in his stomach to punch at least twenty sandbags to shreds. Determined to respond to Bakugou with all his anger, he whipped his head around and-

"Somethin' wrong?" He asked Izuku, activating his semblance and allowing a few cracks go off before they were followed by a low bang, further intimidating his green haired victim.

And so Izuku's anger was then buried under the fear of having Katsuki blowing him to shreds. Again.

(five minutes later)

Now downstairs, Izuku mentally scolded Bakugou for what he'd said to him, something he could never actually do. You can't just tell someone to kill themselves. What if I'd decided to jump? What then?

He was taken from those thoughts when he saw his journal in the artificial pond by the building. Ironically enough, this was just under his homeroom, where he'd been when Bakugou nearly blew the same journal to bits. By tossing it down here, he'd unintentionally saved what was left of Izuku's notes. Which, as if the world was just having a good hard laugh at the situation, was currently being used as fish food. Stupid. He should've known better than to take it out in the middle of class, but he just couldn't help himself from indulging age-old habits.

"That's enough, give it back." He said, scattering the fish as he took his journal out of the water. It was just barely salvageable, his notes hardly legible. It wouldn't be used as a journal for a long time, if ever again. "Damn it all."

Walking home on the same, unnotable path that he'd always taken, he recalled the day he found out about his incomplete soul. He watched so many videos of huntsmen and huntresses fighting or doing heroic acts, just to drown out the pain of being a nobody. He'd watched All Might's debut more than any of them, just to feel something other than... worthlessness. His mother had apologized so many times that day, and the day after, and the day after that...

But that wasn't what he wanted to hear. What he needed to hear.

In front of the same underside of the same bridge on the usual route he took home, he looked down at his shoes, and remembered his decision. No matter what anyone else said or did, he would hold his head high and keep moving forward. And to always keep on smiling, just like All Might.

He stomped loudly through the tunnel under the bridge, a laugh that sounded eerily similar to All Might's emerging from his mouth as he walked by. Sure, it had been a bit of a bad day, but it wasn't over yet! Maybe he could-

The sound of moving liquid drew his attention behind him, and as he turned around, a man made of dark green fluid said in a spotty voice; "You'll make a great skin suit to hide in, kid." He tackled Izuku to the ground before he could escape, making him drop his journal in the process.

Izuku then felt the liquid man try to get inside of him, prying open his mouth as it started to clog up his airway. "Relax kid. This'll be easier for the both of us if you don't fight back."

Can't breathe. He thought before trying to grab at the thing to try and find some sort of handhold to get this stuff out of his mouth and keep himself alive, give himself enough room to breathe, and consistently gripping only the same strange sludge in his attempts.

"Don't even bother. My body's made of fluid." The man pushed his body further down Izuku's throat, this time muffling what screams there were before they could emerge. "Thanks for the help. You're a real hero to me."

Body... getting... weak... am I... dying? Izuku thought as he looked at the journal he'd dropped earlier. It was open, on the page that he'd started designing his huntsman outfit. And that little spark, that dream he'd long coveted, that small hope that had burned in the back of his mind ever since the day he'd learned he was Fractured, gave him enough willpower to keep him going for just a few more measly seconds. No... not yet... somebody... help...

And those measly seconds weren't given in vain. Almost as soon as he had finished that thought, a manhole cover came flying off, first startling the liquified man and then making him freeze when he heard his pursuers voice.

"Fear not, citizen, for you are safe," he said to Izuku, his signature, undeterred smile spread wide across his face. "Now that I am here!"

Desperate to not be caught, the man took his form out of Izuku almost immediately whipped a now weaponized arm towards All Might, an attempted defense that was made futile by two loud, booming words.

"VALE SMASH!" the smiling giant yelled as he punched at the liquified man, the kinetic force causing the wind to become so fast that it caused his body to disperse itself with a satisfying pop, and releasing Izuku from the villain's grasp, now unconscious as he opened his eyes ever so slightly.

All... Might?

And then he fell to the ground, unconscious.

(a few minutes later)

"Hey... wake up... hey!" He said as he gently tapped Izuku on the cheek, causing the green haired boy to scrunch up his face before his eyes fluttered open. "Ah! Thought we lost you there!"

It took him a full second to realize just who was standing over him, and his face went somewhere between terrified and excited. The former took over his motor functions as he backed away from All Might at a rapid pace as a surprised yell came from him. All Might then stood up, saying, "Well, if you can still move around alright, there shouldn't be any lasting damage. Sorry about what happened back there! I didn't mean for any civilians to get caught up in this."

"That aside, you were a big help! Thank you! I've captured this crook," He said as he showed Izuku two large bottles full of what appeared to be the liquidated man's unconscious body.

Holy crap, it's really All Might! Here! In the flesh! He looks so much cooler in person!

"Wait, I-I gotta get an autograph!" He said as he searched his person for a pen, before noticing his journal next to him open with the words ALL MIGHT spread across two blank pages with a little doodle of his face in the top left corner. HE ALREADY GAVE IT!

"Thank you so much! This will a family heirloom for generations to come!" Izuku said as he bowed to All Might several dozen times, the latter responding with a simple, and rather nonchalant, thumbs up.

"Welp, I'd better get this guy to the police! See you around!"

"W-wait, you're leaving?"

"Yes! Hunter's work requires constant movement from one place to another so that they can help as many people as they can!" the smiling giant responded as he stretched his legs with a few pre-jump squats.

W-wait, he can't go yet! I still have so much to ask him!

As if acting on pure instinct, he grabbed onto All Might's leg as he took off, the wind the kicked up combined with the resulting g-forces barely allowing him to hold on at all.

"What the- hey, let go of me!"

"But if I do, I wouldn't survive the fall!"

"Ah! Fair point!"

Then they landed on the roof of a nearby building, after which Izuku proceeded to practically collapse onto the roof and squeeze out, "My life just flashed before my eyes."

"Bang on the door for a while, someone will let you in eventually." He said as he gestured to the roofs entrance and began walking off to the balcony of the roof. "See you on the flipside!"

"Wait! C-c-can I at least ask one question?"

All Might stopped for a second before turning around and responding, "Alright, but just one. I'm in a bit of a hurry."

Izuku already knew what he was going to ask. It was one simple, arbitrary question that had plagued his thoughts since he was little. The answer meant everything to him. Maybe... maybe he had a chance.

Here goes...

"Could I still become a Huntsman even though I'm a Fractured?"

Silence engulfed them as All Might tried to look for an answer. Then it happened. All Might's body began to steam, as he bent over in what appeared to be pain. His form was beginning to slip. His time limit was up.

But Izuku didn't notice this, instead going on with his speech, "I've wanted to be one ever since I was little. But I'm... I'm just a kid. I don't have an Aura or even a Quirk. I know that it'll be really tough to become one without any actual powers. But maybe... maybe, I could still be a hunter without them. And save someone in need with a smile on my face.

"Just like you-" Izuku finished as he turned his head upwards with a smile on his lips, suddenly finding that he could not speak due to the shock of seeing a rather gangly man with the same hairstyle and clothes as All Might, though the two signature spikes looked as though they had been deflated and his eyes were sunken and his cheeks hollow.

"W-w-w-w-wait? W-what happened? Who're you? Y-y-you don't look like All Might."

"I can assure you, I am All Mi-" he began before he coughed up a bit of blood, causing Izuku to freak out even more.

Once Izuku calmed down a bit, Toshinori took it upon himself to give a dumbed down explanation of his semblance. "Ya know those guys at the beach who usually suck in their guts to look buff?" Izuku nodded wordlessly. "It kinda works like that."

This can't be real!

"But how is this possible? All Might is a giant of a man who always saves people with a fearless smile."

"… kid, trust me when I say that there's plenty of fear behind that smile," Toshinori said as he sat down, obviously exhausted from maintaining his form for so long. "I'm gonna be counting on you to keep quiet about this. Don't tell anyone, not even your family."

He lifted his baggy shirt, showing Izuku his scar, the one that had left him in such a shape to begin with. It was a sickly mix of dark red and purple, lined with stitches with a large indent to the left of his torso. "I know, it's pretty disgusting. Got this in a fight about five years back. My respiratory system barely survived, and I lost my whole stomach. I've lost count of how many surgeries I went through, and I can't get it fixed. I've only got about three or four hours a day to do hunter's work. This is what I look like normally."

"W-w-wait, f-five years ago? Then was it the fight with that White Fang Lieutenant? Serpent Saw?"

"Huh. You're well informed. But no, it wasn't him. He got in a few good hits, but that wasn't nearly enough to take me down. This one... most of Remnant doesn't know about this particular fight, and I made sure of it. And it needs to stay that way.

"I'm supposed to be the guy that's always smiling. The poster boy of the Big Four. They gotta believe that I'm not afraid of anything. I guess... I smile just to hide the fear I keep bottled up inside of me. A brave face to keep the public's negativity at a low level. This job is extremely dangerous." He said, looking at Izuku with a gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul. "We're always having to risk our lives for others every day. And some things just can't be beaten without a Semblance. So no, I don't think you can become a huntsman as a Fractured."

Izuku's entire world had just shattered. His idol, the person he'd been looking up to his entire life, the one who he thought might've given him some form of support, was saying that he couldn't be a huntsman. And he couldn't really blame him. He wasn't anyone special. Just some nobody. He stared down at the ground in shame, responding to the gangly man's words with a shaking tone, "I-I see."

Toshinori then got up from the guardrail and headed towards the roof entrance, saying as he passed the green haired boy, "If you still want to help people, there are plenty of other ways to do it. You could become a police officer. They get a lot of crap from the press and the public because huntsmen capture most of the big-name criminals, but it's a fine profession."

He opened the door to the roof and finished his speech to Izuku. "It's okay to have a dream young man. Just... make sure your dreams are attainable. Be realistic."

And the door to the roof shut with a metallic clang of metal against metal, leaving Izuku alone to stew in his own sorrowful, deprecating thoughts.

(one minute later)

It had been only a short minute since Toshinori had left, and already there was smoke rising in the distance. Habit and instinct kicked in as he rushed towards the door, eager to see which huntsmen would show up. But then Toshinori's words rang through his head, stopping him in his tracks. His head now hung low, Izuku slowly got off the roof, stewing in self-doubt.

Walking home yet again, Izuku looked through his notes, taking a bit of time to go over each of them. He stopped for a little longer on All Might's signature, the man's words ringing through his thoughts once again before he shut the journal and looked at the cover, the edges of it still black from Bakugou's Semblance.

Even All Might said the same thing as all the others. You can't be a huntsman without an Aura, he thought as his eyes began to tear up. Don't cry, damn it. Deep down, I knew this was the answer. I've just been avoiding the reality of the situation, trying to prove myself wrong.

An explosion shook him from his thoughts, as he found himself at the site of the smokestack he'd seen earlier. It's still going? he thought as he observed the situation in front of him. Why am I even here? Did I just walk this way out of habit? He mused to himself as he approached the gathered crowd, only to glimpse in and see what was happening.

It was the liquefied man from earlier, the one that had tried to use his body as a skin suit. But how was he here? All Might had already captured him, right?

Then he remembered back to when he grabbed onto All Might's leg, just above where he was keeping the bottles. If he'd dropped them, then...

It's my fault.

"Why aren't the other hunters doing anything?"

"Well, none of them are used to dealing with this type of Semblance, plus the guy has a kid hostage. Things aren't lookin' very good for them."

Wait someone's in there?! How are they still alive?! I thought I'd die after only a few seconds!

"Hey, isn't that the guy All Might caught earlier?"

"Wait, seriously?! This guy got away from the All Might?!"

"Well, can't someone call him or something?"

"Seriously, where the hell is he?"

I'm at fault. He wasted what was left of his energy on me. He can't power up yet, and none of the hunters here can stop this guy.

It's my fault. I'm so sorry.

Someone's gotta help eventually. Backup's gonna come soon.

And then he saw the one the crook had decided to take hostage. It was the person who'd tormented him the most, his "childhood friend," Katsuki Bakugou. And it was the sight of this same person, who'd berated him and chastised him more than anyone else, that drove him to action.

Before he could even register what he was doing, Izuku broke through the crowd and ran towards the two, despite having no power whatsoever. He wasn't going to save his tormentor. Nor was he rushing to save his bully. No, he was trying to help someone whom he knew needed help.

He ran towards the danger, in spite of the hunter's protests, in spite of the fire biting at his heels, and in spite of his own self-doubt, he ran. He ran to save someone who needed to be saved.

What do I do now? He asked himself. Then it dawned on him. Make an opening. He had something to throw, so throw it!

Izuku took his bag off of his back, his pencils poking the still solid eyes of the crook, temporarily blinding him and loosening his grip on Bakugou significantly, giving him the opportunity to yank Bakugou out.

"Deku?" Bakugou asked, barely conscious. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I don't know. But..." Izuku answered, because it was true. He didn't know why he'd done it. His body just moved before he could think. But...

"Katsuki... I couldn't just stand by and let you die!"

The crook, angry beyond all belief, whipped his arm at the two, fully prepared to kill them. Izuku braced himself in front of Bakugou, and waited for the pain to come.

But it didn't.

"I really am pathetic."

Izuku turned to see All Might standing in front of him, taking the full brunt of the blow meant for him and Bakugou, steam rising off of his skin as he pushed the villain's arm further back.

"I told you the traits that make a huntsman. But I see now that I wasn't living up to my own ideals!" All Might said as he cocked his fist back, blood suddenly spurting from his mouth as he continued, "We're always ready to risk our own lives! That's the test of a true huntsman!"

"Damn you, All Might!" The crook yelled as he prepared another desperate attack. But before he even could...

"BEACON SMASH!"

The blow was so mighty that the villain simply couldn't hold his form together, dispersing throughout the area as the wind whipped and thrashed about, creating spire of wind so large that it rivaled that of the CCT tower in height. And just as quickly as it had come, it disappeared, with All Might standing in the middle of the ruined street, his fist raised high as Izuku and Bakugo lay on the ground, safe, but shaken.

The skies began to darken with clouds. And then it began to rain. All Might's punch had been strong enough to change the weather. How could someone have that much power? No one really knew.

After the incident, the hunters and the police collected the liquid left by the crook, and took him into custody. Izuku got chewed out by a few of the hunters, while Bakugou just sat there, not even paying any attention to the praise he was being given. The only thing on his face was an ears down, fangs bared scowl, directed at Izuku.

(thirty minutes later, elsewhere in Vale)

Izuku was now far away from the scene. He'd tried to apologize to All Might, but the man got swarmed by the press, and he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself. He probably wouldn't get very far in that conversation, anyhow.

"DEKU!" Izuku heard a very familiar voice yell to him. He turned to see Bakugou running after him. Stopping about thirty feet from him and panting for a good few seconds before he said to Izuku, "Listen... I don't owe you squat! Got that?! I would've been fine on my own! Don't ever try to help me again!"

He then turned around and stormed off, leaving Izuku rather confused. What was that?

Izuku sighed, somehow finding that Bakugou wasn't entirely wrong. He hadn't done a whole lot, in the grand scheme of things. He'd nearly died, and All Might had to save him again. It was a hollow victory for him.

But... at least I tried.

He turned around and continued walking, ready to finally give up on his dreams-

"I am here!"

Startled by his sudden appearance, Izuku jumped back in surprise, only to relax when he saw a familiar face. "A-a-all Might? W-wait, what're you doing here? A-and how did you g-get rid of the press?"

"Ha ha ha! If you can't even shake the press, you'll never be able to outrun a Grimm! Of course, I've rarely had to do that-" and then he lost his grip his form once more, leaving him as Toshinori once again, and he coughed up some blood to boot.

Once he managed wiped away most of the blood that he'd coughed up, he elaborated. "Young man, I came here to thank you. And to discuss the question you posed to me earlier. If you hadn't done what you had done back there, I likely would've just been a bystander in the midst of the crowd. So, thank you."

"N-n-no, don't thank me. I-I was the reason that guy was there to begin with. I got in the way and I wasted your time limit. I'm sorry."

"I'm not done yet." He said, surprising the boy. What else could he possibly have to say? "You said you were a Fractured. Well in spite of that, while the rest of us stood by in shock, I saw you, a powerless boy, try to save a life, and it spurred me to action."

Shocked, Izuku stared wide-eyed as Toshinori continued his speech. "There are stories about every huntsman and huntress, about how they became so great. But most have one thing in common. They moved before they could even think, almost as if it were instinctual."

As Toshinori continued his speech, Izuku began to tear up, and then he began to cry. Not because he was sad, but because he was happy. So, incredibly happy.

"And today, that's what you did. Young man, you too can become a huntsman."

That was when Izuku realized that all dreams were attainable, that they could become reality. But his shock didn't stop there.

"I hereby deem you worthy of my Semblance. My power is yours to command."

A/N: Now, to answer any possible questions the you may have. First off, making Katsuki a Dire Wolf Faunus. While I was tempted to just leave him as is, I thought it would be interesting to explore his brutal reputation in a more literal way, because dire wolves... weren't exactly known for their patience. Or their calm. Moreso for their brutality than anything else.

The second is likely renaming All Mights attacks. First off, they're on Remnant, a place where I highly doubt they've ever heard of the United States of America. Second off, the new naming system will be an... interesting experiment, to say the least.

Third, the slight changes to the canon of the Academia events. Let's be entirely honest, just about anything could've happened in those instances, and those were some of the things I thought could've happened.

Until next time, Sayonara!