"AHHHHHH!" Present Mic screamed at the incoming wall of cement that barrelled towards him, causing it blow apart and spread all over the buildings around him while Midoriya cheered and Aizawa rolled his eyes.

"So cool!" The greenette gushed, holding yet another autographed photo in hand Cementoss had handed him just before the two started. He hadn't said much more than a hello, but had listened with a smile while Izuku talked about how awesome his quirk was and how amazing his work as a hero was.

"Should probably put that away, so it doesn't get splattered, Midoriya." The teacher suggested, and the boy's eyes widened before quickly stuffing it away and making the scruffy man smirk.

They'd been watching this back and forth for a couple minutes now, and while it was a little repetitive Midoriya hadn't lost interest once as he observed. Present Mic seemed to understand it would probably start to bore even the kid after a while though and he called for a time out, before wandering over.

"So, what d'ya think, little listener!" he asked, as cementoss walked over as well. "Are we awesome or what?"

"Yes!" he nodded happily, before his features turned to one's of concentration as he began to think. "Cementoss was probably going to win soon though if you kept up like that."

"Eh!?" The loudmouth asked, jumping back in surprise while Cementoss smirked a little.

"You were doing good holding it back head on but he was moving you more and more so he was getting closer to your side- Ah! Sorry!" he suddenly apologised, blushing and catching them off guard. "I just have a lot of thoughts that go through my head when I watch stuff like this, I didn't mean to imply anything or that! You're the pro's so I shouldn't-"

"Kid, breathe." Aizawa instructed simply, and the boy complied. "Now, don't worry about it. There's no such thing as bad improvement."

"He is right of course. You're a bright kid from what I've heard." Cementoss spoke up, forming a cement seat for the boy to sit on. "Feel free to share your ideas."

"Uh… well... I noticed you were forcing your way to hit Present Mic sideways on. Smart, because it's his blind spot. He can't scream sideways or backwards easily so it would have gave you more time to build up resistance in your cement and hit him. He should have took one of the explosions as an opportunity to disappear and come around the other side of one of the buildings, to get a sneak attack in."

"That's… a pretty smart strategy." Present Mic admitted, annoyed.

"Also… sir? If you don't mind me asking how strong is your voice exactly?" The greenette asked, and the man shrugged. "I'm just curious if you could have used it to launch over the attacks by screaming at the ground."

"…Explain." Aizawa requested, interested in where this was going.

"Well, I know there are some people who rely on the pressure of their quirks to manage levitation or even flight. I know it's not a common application but I noticed that while pressure dissipates from his quirk, Present Mic does have a fair amount of strength when the scream is released though so while I know he couldn't maintain altitude I've always been curious if he could use it to leap of the ground much higher than normal. If he could do that it would make Cementoss have to readjusted likely more quickly than he'd have time for, letting Present Mic dodge the attack and immediately move into a counter-attack."

The three teachers looked among each other, stunned by the idea.

"Well uh, yes and no." Present Mic said, scratching his neck. "That's a brilliant idea for using my quirk and I am so finding a way to test that but in term of using it right now… not a chance I think. I don't have the legs for the landing."

"Oh… aww…" The boy pouted, before cementoss spoke up.

"But, like he said, it is a brilliant idea. What about my quirk, any ideas you wish to share? You've sparked my curiosity."

"Oh! Well, I don't get to see you as often so some of these you might already have in mind but I've always wondered if you could pool the cement you create around your body and create tools or armour made of cement if need be. On top of that, I always thought if you could learn to take the higher ground you might be one of the most versatile heroes ever."

"Oh, how so?"

"Well, if you learned how to jump far enough and that, you could create platforms on walls so that you could avoid falling and give you access to an entire new battlefield. I know you already create singular platforms to cordon off fights from civiilians so you might already know that though."

"Well the thought has crossed my mind, actually." The pro revealed, nodding at the boy. "Your ideas are rather spot on, but unfortunately I don't have the build for it. Unlike Present Mic I couldn't train for it either."

"Oh. Aww…" The boy sighed, before the loud pro's hand ruffled his hair.

"Still, you really have some good out there ideas little listener, and that's a good thing!" Present Mic assured, flashing him a grin. "Oh hey! I got an idea! Why don't we play hide and seek? Me and Cementoss get some training still and you get to have some fun!"

Surprisingly it was Midoriya who reacted but Aizawa, quickly pulling the child to him and using his capture tape to scale a building side. Laughing, the child called down to them. "I think that's a yes!"

"it is, now lesson about being a stealth hero, you got to know when to stay quiet: All the time." Aizawa instructed, running through a window while Present Mic loudly started counting to ten. "Only exceptions is when you're trying to calm civilians, or already in a head to head fight. When sneaking though, silence is golden."

Midoriya was about to say 'yes sir' before realizing that would be noise, so instead he met the pro's eyes and nodded. The man gave him an approving glance before suddenly a large rumbling caught their attention.

"HERE WE COME!"

"Must you be so loud?"

"Alright kid, split up. " Aizawa whispered, walking off towards the source of the noise. "Let's see how good you are at hiding."

The greenette nodded again, looking around. For the most part, it was an ordinary empty room he was in. There were a few desks and sofa's around he could hide behind…

'No, they're pro's, that won't work.' He thought, before running as quietly as he could over to the other door. Opening it, he realized it was a supply closet. Hiding it was again to obvious, but another glance over of the room and the components inside had him smirking.

He grabbed a rope, pen, small packet of glue, some rubber bands, a pair of scissors and two empty bottles of some sort that he took the caps from, before hurrying over to one of the desks and pulling out a chair. He tried to move as quietly as possible so all the things in his pocket now didn't give him away.

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

"You sure you grew up?"

"Not really."

'Better hurry!'

5 minutes later

"HA! I knew you weren't as amazing as you thought at hiding." Present Mic grinned, Aizawa walking alongside them with a scowl.

"I was operating at the level of a child purposefully, this doesn't mean anything." He defended, having been caught within a small cupboard. "Besides, I wouldn't have been found if you didn't almost cause my ears to rupture with the echo of that scream."

"Oh, you of all people are going to claim cheating is bad now?" the blonde pouted, before turning to Cementoss. "What do you think?"

"I think all this talking will make it easier for Midoriya to avoid us. I blocked off the stairs so he should be somewhere on this floor." The cement pro explained, walking on ahead.

"Right-"

SHATTER!

At the noise, the three shared a look before hurrying to the scene it was from. They came into a hallway where they saw glass over the ground from a cracked window. Fortunately it wasn't big enough for Midoriya to have fallen out of.

"Hey Eraser, look!" Mic said, leaning down and picking up a plastic bottle cap. "Think he dropped it?"

"Maybe, but why on earth would he have a bottle cap on him?" The pro wondered, before meeting his colleagues gaze. "Well he has to be close to here, let's split up. Me and Cementoss will try the rooms nearer the end of the hall, you try the ones up here."

"Gotcha!"

Despite their numbers and years of experience however, a tiny nine year old had completely outsmarted them.

Because no matter where they looked they found no sign of him and Aizawa was genuinely starting to worry.

"Ok Midoriya, not a game anymore, where are you kid?!" He asked as he looked around. "Come on out now! You win!"

"You guys not seeing him either?" Present Mic asked as they all came back out into the hall, sharing looks.

"Nope, he's practically disappeared. Seeing as he's quirkless I doubt he just vanished into thin air though." Cementoss said, using his quirk to quickly clear up the gas. "Mic, I think you're up."

"Oh, right." The pro nodded, before taking a breathe to prepare. "YO LITTLE LISTENER! WHERE ARE YA!? YOU WIN!"

"DOWN HERE!" A muffled, quiet voice shouted and the three pro's exchanged looks before hurrying over to the window and opening it.

"That little shi-"

"Shota!"

Down there, far too amused was Midoriya, sitting on the sidewalk in the street. After a moment to calm down, Present Mic began to laugh.

"Hahahah, man you got worried, dad…" the man teased, getting a slap over the ear from his friend.

"You were worried as well, now come on." Aizawa said, hurrying off. The voice pro turned to Cementoss still grinning.

"Notice how he didn't deny it?"

"HIZASHI!"

Soon enough, the trio made it outside where Midoriya had broken down laughing over the situation.

"Ok, little listener, you beat us." Mic nodded with a smile, taking the whole thing in stride. "So come on, you should have been trapped up there. How'd you get away."

"Oh, I left ages ago! You hadn't even caught Eraserhead when I left." The child revealed, before turning and revealing a little set up on a newspaper box they hadn't noticed. It had a rubber band looped up, with another bottle cap glued onto the side of the box, a crosshair carved into it. "I got a few things from a supply closest. There was an open vent so I sneaked out, and waited until Present Mic and Cementoss passed me. I got out at the stairs and used the rope to get down safely. I threw it back up still attached to the little gate thing so it closed it and hid the rope then I made my way down here. You probably blocked it off after that."

"And the shattered window?" Aizawa questioned, causing the greenette to blush lightly.

"That was an accident." He said, gesturing to the contraption, "I was aiming for the open part, so you'd all think I was still up there cause of the noise. The wind picked up when I was expecting it though, and it ended up going through the glass. I really thought that was going to give me away."

"And we all fell for it." Aizawa muttered, rubbing his hands against his face. The pro's all flushed as the realization set in for them that they were pro's with years of experience…

And a nine year old just played them.

Aizawa could hear Nezu's laughter from here.

Aizawa was simultaneously annoyed and impressed. With a start, he realized that was the feeling he almost always got from his best students.

"Well, then, I guess it must be said. Amazing work on that victory, mister Midoriya." Cementoss complimented, patting him on the head. "You definitely impressed me at least."

The greenette let out a noise akin to some kind of happy and embarrassed squeak, getting laughs from two of the pro's

Aizawa was still busy making sure this was reality. If the kid could keep that up…

Well he had one point in favour of being a quirkless hero now.

It was later that day that Izuku got to see his mother again, the two spending some time together while recovery girl did some more check-ups.

The rest of the day had been calm and the day after that had been Midnight's turn to take the kid off to meet Vlad King and Thirteen.

From what Aizawa heard, nothing quite like what happened to him and Present Mic occurred, however both the teachers certainly had glowing reviews of the boy's personality and smarts once more.

Neither had seemed to have much of an opinion change after meeting him, while with some thought Cementoss and Present Mic were starting to see potential in the kid.

Now it was his turn again, on the Thursday to take him to see Snipe. The boy was practically skipping along the way, much to the scruffy pro's amusement, not that he'd admit it.

They were going to a place you normally wouldn't take a child but then again, he supposed none of this was exactly normal anyways. When they made it to the doors, the man made a point to grab a pair of earmuff before walking in and handing a pair to the child.

It was Gym Delta, which also served as a gun range of sorts.

"Wear these, unless you want to go deaf."

Izuku didn't need to be told twice, scrambling to get them on. Then, with Aizawa making sure he had a hand on the kid at all times, they walked in.

BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Instantly, it was revealed the earmuffs were a good idea as they watched Snipe shoot a smiley face into a cement target. Just a couple feet over for him, Ectoplasm was shooting at a target as well, though with much less precision.

After they unloaded their clips, the two realized they were no longer alone and set down their guns.

"Well I'll be, was wondering if ya'll had forgotten." Snipe said as he walked up to them. "Hey there, fella. I hear ya'll are a fan of heroes."

"Yes sir, Snipe! All of you are so amazing!" The boy said with an excited smile, holding it out to shake it. The pro complied, but when he pulled away there were two more pictures in the boy's hand. "Oh, thank you so much!"

"No problem kid." Ectoplasm said as he put his own earmuffs around his neck. Snipe wasn't wearing any. "So, here to see what's going on."

"Yeah! Though I think I can guess now that I saw!" The greenette said, and Snipe nodded his head as if to say go ahead. "You're both doing target practice using blanks, Snipe to practice your quirk and Ectoplasm I assume to keep your skills sharp because yours clones are only as strong as you are."

"Hey, ya even guessed the type of ammo, ya really are a lil' clever clogs." Snipe commented, and Midoriya shrugged with a smile.

"That and the casing labelled blanks is still open." He pointed out, causing the pro's to all look and see Ectoplasm had indeed left the casing opened up.

"o-oh… so it is…" Snipe commented, before turning back. "Well anyways, I was thinking I could give ya'll a lil show where I see just how good my aim can be."

"That sounds awesome!" Midoriya said, nodding enthusiastically and the pro laughed.

"Well then, pardner, we better-" Suddenly the pro stopped talking as Aizawa went to move, walking towards the benches at the edge of gym. What the underground pro failed to notice however, was the tripwire his foot was about to go through. "WAIT THERE'S STILL STUFF FROM LAST CLASS-"

It was already too late before the pro even started shouting though, as the wire snapped.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Amazingly, it was Midoriya who reacted before anyone else, eyes going wide and he launched forward, grabbing Aizawa's waist and somehow mustering the strength to pull them both to the ground. Not without a price though. "AHHH!"

"Kid!" Ectoplasm shouted, hurrying over while Snipe rather violently disabled the contraptions Aizawa hadn't seen above, rigged to shoot. It was blank rounds, with extra quirks supplied by a few general staff members to reduce the danger more so but that didn't mean they were harmless.

"Why the hell didn't you say something when we walked in!?" Aizawa asked, twirling around and checking Midoriya who was clutching the side of his head. "Izuku, move your hand, let me see."

The boy complied, trying to wave away the concern. "It's fine, just sore…"

The teachers however sucked in breathes at what they saw. There was a graze on the boy's ear and hair had been ripped straight from his scalp. Were a real bullet or even a blank really any closer, that could have killed him.

"You know I'm the one who's supposed to save you, not the other way around?" Aizawa asked softly, taking out a roll of tissue he apparently had in his pocket and wrapping it around the teen's ear just in case.

"We're even now?" The kid asked somehow playfully, and Aizawa let out a sigh of relief.

"You should have left me, but thank you." The pro said, standing up and being much more careful as they made their way over to the seats. "Now, Snipe, you better have a really good show to make up for this."

"Roger!"

And in all fairness, Snipe definitely did put on a show. Objects got progressively smaller and smaller until the gun-slinger was shooting at literal pebbles, however Aizawa constantly found himself distracted looking at Izuku who hummed happily with each shot.

Because it was far too easy to imagine what would have happened if that were a real bullet, and it wasn't something Aizawa ever wanted to see in his entire life.

Meeting Snipe and Ectoplasms eyes seemed to show they were thinking the same thing.

Aizawa was starting to form a decision about whether he could be a quirkless pro…

And that decision was no.

Aizawa felt almost sick as he knocked on the door that Saturday, the final time he was set to see Izuku before Recovery Girl discharged him.

Because this time, after a sleepless night (not that that was much of a rarity for him), he had made his decision.

Izuku couldn't be quirkless hero. He had so much potential but in an actual combat situation….

Red stained Aizawa's mental picture and he shook his head, not wanting to think of that at all. Midnight had took him again last night this time to go see Lunch Rush and Hound Dog.

They'd taken Inko with them and from what the pro had heard, the mother and the school's 'chef' had ended up in a bit of a culinary rivalry of some sort that Midnight and Izuku had gotten some delicious meals from.

He didn't mind missing out, he had his juice pouches. Besides, he couldn't look Inko in the eye right now anyways. He walked in and there was the kid, writing in his notebook all to happily. Looking up his eyes brightened and it hurt the man's heart.

"Hi Aizawa!" He greeted, waving. The pro didn't even noticed when the boy had made the switch but he hadn't stopped the kid calling him it. Maybe he should of…

"Hey." He said half-heartedly, which fortunately just came out as his usual bored voice. "We're going to meet the last teacher today. Power Loader."

A gasp, and right on cue….

"Ah! The support hero!" The greenette announced excitedly. "He teaches the support students right?! He's always been one of my favourite pro's!"

Oh great, what a lovely way to cap of meeting one of your actual heroes. With your dreams being crushed.

'Not helping brain!'

"Well come on, he's at the workshop. He usually has extra classes because the students tend to work overtime." Aizawa said, turning so he didn't have to meet the child's eye. He heard the pattering of feet, and suddenly a hand grasped in his.

He looked down to see Midoriya had instcievly placed his hands in the pro's, leaning in ever so slightly.

If someone had been recording the inside of the underground heroes chest, he was pretty sure that could have been pinpointed as the exact moment the cold black lump he called a heart split in two.

He didn't let go though.

It didn't take them long at all to arrive at the support department, and for just a moment Aizawa held the kid back in case of an explosion. When none came though they made their way to the door and knocked.

"Come in!" A voice shouted, so they complied and made their way inside, finding Powerloader standing over his desk as he watched three students working on different projects. One that instantly caught Midoriya's eye was a purple haired girl working on some big green robot as tall as All Might himself. "Ah, Aizawa and I presume Midoriya?"

"Yes sir!" The boy said, eyes going wide as he looked towards the pro. "It's so nice to meet you sir, you're one of the biggest inspirations in my life."

"Ah-…well… ehehe…" The pro was a little bashful at that comment, smirking. "It's nice to meet you too kid. Heard some good things about you."

"Thank you sir!" The greenette said with a smile, while Aizawa raised a brow as he noticed a lighter and some cigarettes on the desk among some other random bits and pieces, which he pointed to.

"You really think you should have these in a school?" He asked, unimpressed and the support hero just shrugged.

"Hey, if you think your kids are stressful, try having them explode every day." The man defended, picking up the cigarettes and putting them away but leaving the lighter. He turned his attention back to Izuku and decided to get down to business. "So kid, I heard you want to be a hero even though you're quirkless."

"Uh, yes sir! I know it's not exactly what most people think of…" Izuku began to defend his decision only for the pro to hold up his hand.

"We all have our dreams, you don't need to explain yourself to me. What I am curious of, I heard you had an idea for a gadget with Midnight's quirk."

"Oh! Yes sir! I was thinking if we could trap her sleeping gas, you would have an easy to access powerful sleeping agent with no real ill effects. It could make life so much easier for people like Aizawa as well, if they were to say, put it in a smoke bomb style container." The kid explained, Powerloader nodding along. "Not just sleeping bombs as well, you could also try other container such as-"

Clunk! Clunk! VRRR! BBBZZZT!

All eyes turned to the robot the child had taken note of on the way in, as it suddenly came to life, eyes glowing red. The student who had been working it fell off their perch and their eyes went wide in fear. "No no no no!"

The robot turned, and all to suddenly it shoot a laser right at the girl. Aizawa managed to react just in time, grabbing the student with his capture tape and pulling her to safety.

"What the hell is it doing?!" Powerloader asked, pushing Izuku down out of sight and subsequently making the greenette unable to see what the robot was doing.

"I don't know?! I was installing one of those personality discs! I know I followed the instructions perfectly." The student explained, as Aizawa wasted no time running forward and using his capture tape to draw the robots attention to himself.

"What kind of personality disc?"

"Help or hostile, but I had it set up fine! I know I did!"

"Was it a B-Six or an A-Seven drive inside the robot?"

"B-Six!"

"Shit." Powerloader cursed, gesturing for her to run to get help. "Go find someone. The robots were supposed to all be updated to the new drive, B-Sixes just go hostile."

"Target acquired: Firing." The robot announced in a wiry voice, firing more lasers which Aizawa dodged with grace. He landed atop the robot with a thud and saw the side still open.

"Get the disc, shota!" Powerloader called, running in to server as another distraction. "Stay hidden, green!"

Assuming they meant him, Midoriya complied. He peaked out the corner just enough to see Aizawa reaching inside the robot and struggling with all his might to try to remove something inside. "It's stuck!"

"Dammit, some of the earlier makes had super strong adhesives on the back..." Powerloader said as he dodged lasers with rolls, and slid over the robot. Suddenly the robots claws came up and went straight for the erasure pro. "AIZAWA, LOOK OUT!"

Too late, the robot grabbed the man and threw him straight out the studio and into the glass. It then smacked Powerloader along as well and gave chase.

Midoriya let out a shaky breathe as he rose, once the robot made it outside by destroying the wall. Eraserhead and Powerloader did everything in their power to try to get near but even when they did they had no luck.

"We need to heat the thing up, melt it off!" Midoriya heard Powerloader call, and his eyes darted to the lighter on the desk.

"There's a little trick I want to show you."

It was like the world went blank as he grabbed the lighter, pulling off the metal and giving plenty of twists to the limiter. He looked back and grimaced, no way he could get onto the thing and keep hold of the lighter at the same time.

However his eyes drifted to the Velcro straps and glue on the table. It was messy but…

Wasting no time he slid his arm along the table and brought it all to the floor beside him, quickly working through the materials available. He grabbed the Velcro and rolled it out, setting down some glue in the middle and attaching the lighter.

Once that was done he had to use all his strength to rip of the unnecessary bits of Velcro before he wrapped it all around his wrist, lighter at the top. He aimed forward, angling his hand down out of danger and pressed down on the flint wheel, creating a jet of concentrated fire.

It was messy but effective for what he needed. He let go, letting the flames die and took a few deep calming breathes. He couldn't be a pro if he couldn't be brave and-

And the robot was about to shoot Powerloader.

That was when everything really went blank for him. He knew he was running but didn't feel it, knew he jumped onto the robot's panels but didn't realize.

The two heroes shouted and he knew they were talking to him but he didn't hear it. His mind hyper focused and he saw the disc within the robot, so he took aim and let loose.

The jet of fire quickly heated up the metal of the lighter's top which pressed against the boy's wrist and started to burn but he didn't let it stop him. A pop noise sounded and the plate fell off. The robot stopped and Midoriya took a breather while Aizawa ran along and took him down.

"Holy crap, Izuku. You did it." He muttered, both angry that the kid had run in and much, much more impressed that he had actually won.

"Hey kid, you ok, still aware and all?" Powerloader asked, and when the greenette nodded he walked to sit down beside him, grinning far too wide. "So, what's that on your wrist?"

"Sorry sir… it's your lighter…" Izuku said through breathes. He wasn't even that tired, just in shock. "I… heard you say… you needed to heat up… the plate…"

He swallowed, finally getting to be able to speak properly.

"I just remembered how you could make lighters go much longer and I saw the Velcro and I just couldn't stand there when I saw a way to help." He explained, looking at them. "I'm not in trouble, am i?"

"Not at all, kiddo." Powerloader reassured, still grinning. "I'm actually impressed with your quick thinking, and I like your low-tech bit of kit. Bit like a wrist-mounted flamethrower. Probably would leave burns if used to long though."

Aizawa's eyes went wide as he realized, in other terms, what Midoriya had done.

"You… you found a way to create homemade limited pyrokinesis." He said, stunned. "You literally created a homemade gadget in like five minutes to replicate a quirk."

"I… guess…" Izuku said, scratching the back of his neck.

And this time, it clicked for real in Aizawa's brain as he looked up and saw the development studio. A workshop meant for advanced tech…. but a workshop that could still had plenty of easy to grab materials.

He looked back down and saw Izuku with all his smarts, and his already existing ability to create the tools he needed, like from the hide and seek round. He remembered the idea for Midnight sleeping bombs he'd brought up multiple times. He felt his own damn scarf.

And it settled in the pro's mind exactly how a quirkless hero could exist. It was so painstakingly obvious and in his face it actually hurt.

Gadgets. Support Items. Things that had been making up for the downsides in quirks for years, why couldn't they make up for a lack of a quirk all together?!

If Izuku could give himself very basic pyrokinesis with next to nothing in a few minutes, why couldn't an inventor like Powerloader make much better high-tech versions.

Or even just the low-tech ones Izuku could come away with alone…

He began to laugh, startling the other two.

"Aizawa?" Midoriya asked, concerned, and the man shot him a grin.

"Izuku Midoriya, The Homemade Hero. I like the sound of that."

"H-huh?"

"It took you five minutes to put together your own form of Pyrokinesis." Aizawa reiterated before turning to Powerloader. "if you were giving the kid some basic engineering lessons and that, some workshop experience…"

"I've been waiting all week for one of you to catch on!" Powerloader laughed himself, standing up. "Every year I see people come in who could do so much with the tools their given but they all just want to support. I never push them but this…. This is exactly what I've been waiting on. I was worried I was going to have to burst into the office later and make some big dramatic spiel."

"I'm confused…" Midoriya said with a frown, and Aizawa helped him up.

"Well… follow me and you'll figure it out soon enough." Aizawa said, taking off. The greenette followed immediately, not even realizing he still had the lighter strapped to his wrist.

Powerloader just laughed before going back to his workshop. He had to set up for a new student after all.

Nezu and inko were in the middle of talking when Aizawa and Izuku burst in, the latter looking incredibly confused and both looking roughed up and sweaty.

"Oh Izuku!" The mother shouted, running and pulling him into a hug immediately upon seeing him. "I saw what happened on the camera's! What you did was very dangerous."

"Agreed. However it was also very brave, and clever." Aizawa said immediately, still grinning like a mad man.

"Well, Shota, considering what I just saw and your jovial mood, I have a feeling I know what this about." Nezu said with a smile of his own. "You have no remaining issues with this?"

"None at all."

"You realize there will be critics and objectors?"

"Never cared before. I'll be damned if I don't see Izuku become a hero, even if I have to teach him myself!" The underground hero said with no hesitation, causing said boy's eyes to go wide at the declaration.

"Well then, mister Midoriya, allow me to ask you a few questions." Nezu said, jumping off his chair and walking towards the child he was only a little smaller than. "If you were to transfer schools, would you miss your current school? Please do be honest."

"Well… not really. But… we don't have the money to go to another school…" Izuku muttered sadly, rubbing his arms. "Dad took all the money when he-"

"Izuku." Inko cut off, not mean spiritedly but not really wanting to go down that rabbit hole. Mainly because it was one of the few topics that could actually bring out Inko's temper.

"Well U.A. is already doing just fine for money so it's not like that will be an issue." The principal said, grinning. "Well then, Inko and Izuku Midoriya. I have on offer for you."

"An offer?" Izuku asked.

"Yes. Seeing as your own school place has been anything but acceptable and your dream of being a hero, as well as the ways you have already proven yourself this past week to be smart, cunning, and possess a hero's heart…" Izuku's eyes went wide as it finally actually clicked for him what all this meant.

"We would like you, Izuku Midoriya, to transfer and become a private student of U.A., who we will guide on the path to becoming a hero. We will provide you with a proper education suited to your level of intelligence and specialist classes in stealth and combat by Eraserhead and Midnight, use of weaponry by Ectoplasm and Snipe and creation of support items by Powerloader." Nezu listed off, as Izuku felt lightheaded.

Was… was this really happening?

"It depends on what you both say. If you both accept, this maybe a decision that goes down in history, marking the first ever quirkless hero. It will be dangerous and difficult, but it would be even with a quirk. What do you both say?"

"i…. accept." Inko said after a moment's hesitation, still uncomfortable with the mention of danger and what she witnessed.

Izuku…. Izuku's face broke out in a massive grin even as his eyes rolled back. Somehow, he managed to give his answer:

"I accept"

Before he fainted, crashing into the ground.