Chapter 5

.:. A Hole New World .:.

The day Izuku's life changed started normally.

He woke up to his alarm, the booming sound of "I Am Here!" echoing through his dreams. Like every morning, he reached over to lightly bash All Might's head to turn it off, the brief pinch of the two hair spikes digging into his hand waking him up further. Yawning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, blinking blearily as he willed the last of his sleepiness to leave.

And then his fingertips brushed against some kind dip in his palms.

The feeling caught his attention, rubbing against it just to be sure. Yep, he could feel some kind of small indentation on both hands. Izuku lowered his hands and peeled open his eyes to look at his now-open palms, and sure enough each had one small, circular hole in the very center. For several seconds he just stared at them blankly, mind still caught up in the last dregs of sleep. He blinked slowly, head tilting ever so slightly.

Then he abruptly startled and most of his sleep vanished because he had holes in his palms.

Yeah, his day was "normal" for about thirty seconds.

Now much more awake and alert, he raised his hands closer to his face to look between each one rapidly. The holes really didn't seem that big, barely the width of the very tip of his pinkie. Were they actually there? Was he still half-asleep and just dreaming? He blinked and rubbed his eyes again before taking another look.

The holes were gone.

Once again Izuku just stared at his palms, confusion reaching peak levels as he saw them blank. "What...?" he muttered out loud, eyebrows furrowing. The skin was now whole again, as if the holes never existed. And maybe they never did. Maybe it was just a dream, a hyper-realistic dream while on the edge of sleep? But... he'd felt them, hadn't he? He'd felt his fingertips brush against it when he closed his hand to rub his eyes.

After several seconds he sighed and got up. No point in dwelling on it now. He went about the rest of his morning routine in relative silence, but his mind kept going back to those holes. Despite his initial disbelief, the sudden disappearance still felt disappointing. He hadn't actually expected them to randomly disappear when he rubbed his eyes to check.

Those brief few seconds seemed to set the tone for the rest of the day. It must have thrown him off more than he initially realized, because his mom ended up commenting on it during breakfast. "Is something wrong, sweetie?" she asked, sounding vaguely worried as she sat across from him. "You seem quieter than usual."

Izuku shrugged as he nibbled on the last of his toast, swallowing before answering. "Uh, not exactly...? I just, I guess I had a hyper-realistic dream or something right before waking up, or something...? It's just, when I first woke up I thought I saw holes on my hands, but they're gone now."

"Holes?" Inko repeated, glancing back at him with a frown. "Honey, you don't think...?" She trailed off, not daring to finish the thought aloud, but he knew what she meant. Could it be a Quirk?

"I don't know," he replied, and he honestly didn't. The holes hadn't even been there for a full thirty seconds before vanishing, and he had no idea how to make them appear in the first place. "I guess I'll just keep an eye out today and see how it goes? Anyways, I need to get going if I want to get to school on time."

"Alright," his mother agreed. "Let me just grab your lunch for you." As she spoke she twisted to face the counter where the bento box sat, and Izuku gave a small jolt as it began floating towards them. She had used her Quirk thousands of times, but this time he almost felt a small surge of energy, or adrenaline, or, or something, watching her use it. Maybe it was because of how the holes were still on his mind.

He glanced down at his bare palms with a slight frown. If the holes were a Quirk, maybe it was some kind of suction or vacuum Quirk? Like he could suck things towards him, sort of like how his mother could attract small objects towards her. Or maybe it did the opposite, and created gusts of air to push stuff away?

The thoughts haunted him even as he pulled on his shoes. His thoughts stalled briefly when he opened the door though. "Hey mom, can you grab the rain poncho for me?" he called.

"Huh? Oh, sure." His mom appeared a few moments later, holding out the plastic poncho and its accompanying bag. "Kiyomi-chan again?"

"Looks like it," he replied absently as he shrugged it on. The rain was more of a light drizzle, not as heavy as yesterday but still unpleasant to walk through without an umbrella. Kiyomi must have only just activated her Quirk, and he'd rather not get caught in it once it got heavier. Izuku made sure his backpack was covered before stepping outside. "I'll see you after school, mom."

"Okay sweetie, have a good day!" Inko waved him off before closing the door, Izuku hurrying down the street before the rain could pick up.

Izuku found his mind wandering as he walked to school. Today Hachinose didn't show up to join him, leaving him plenty of time to ponder about those holes. He glanced down at his palm and frowned, willing the holes to appear, but of course nothing happened. If they did exist and weren't a figment of his imagination, maybe they only appeared when he actively used them?

He paused and took a deep breath, before thrusting one palm out towards a nearby tree. 'Okay, suck up those leaves!' he silently ordered himself, thinking back to his mom's Quirk.

Nothing happened.

'...Okay, blow them away!' he amended.

Nothing happened then either. Old man Murata shot him an odd look as he passed by on his morning jog though, making Izuku wince and smile sheepishly before continuing on his way. Okay, so obviously that wasn't enough to work. Maybe he was doing it wrong? Maybe it was a pure transformation-type thing, with no emitter abilities? If so, maybe he could make more holes appear on other parts of his body?

He abruptly stopped as an image of his face with holes in place of freckles flashed through his mind, and gave a full-body shudder.

"Please no," he whispered to himself as he kept walking, shoulders hunched a little higher. As much as Izuku would love a Quirk, that one was a bit too creepy for his liking. It'd probably just freak out everyone around him, and also, imagining holes all over his body felt kind of disturbing.

(His mind flashed back to that live broadcast several years ago, that nurse whose arms stretched out like taffy with the raw-looking flesh forming the tiniest rips.)

(He promptly locked that thought away, and silently mourned the loss of the four-month streak of not thinking about that particular transformation.)

Izuku kept wondering about the holes the whole walk, only stopping when he came across a villain fight. A giant of a man had climbed atop Tatooin Station, a bullet train station on an overpass that crossed over a street. That was a disaster waiting to happen if Izuku had ever seen one, and the man had already knocked down part of an electrical pole which had been caught by Death Arms.

Backdraft and Death Arms had taken up crowd control, the rescue specialist making a water fence to keep people at a safe distance, while Kamui Woods confronted him. Izuku craned his head to watch with unabashed awe as the wooden hero leaped onto the tracks, neatly dodging the villain's attacks.

"Assault, robbery, and illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic," he intoned as he dodged a giant palm that slammed onto the tracks where he'd been standing. "You have violated many laws, and it's time to face justice!" He swung out his arm as he spoke, and Izuku let out a delighted gasp as he saw the wood beginning to warp and twist into spiky branches.

"Here it comes!" he called, recognizing the hero's special move.

"Show us something flashy, Tree-Man!" the man next to him called. Izuku couldn't hear Kamui from this distance but he could imagine the Pro's voice as he mouthed the name of the attack to himself, eyes sparkling with delight and his body thrumming with anticipation.

"Preemptive Binding Lacquered Prison!" The hero's arm shot forward at the last part, branches practically exploding forth and stretching towards the villain. The villain started to dodge to the side even before Kamui moved, one hand reaching for another part of the building. No doubt he planned to grab it and try to topple it.

At the same moment, a loud shout rang through the air and Izuku turned his head to see a giant woman flinging through the air towards the villain. "CANYON SNIPE!" Even as he watched she began rapidly shrinking, closer to the villain's size as she delivered a kick to his arm with both feet. The sudden impact led to a loud crack and sent him almost tumbling over with a pained shout, and the woman continued to shrink to a more normal size.

Those few split-seconds gave Kamui Woods's attack the time needed to reach him, wrapping around his body like a wooden cocoon. Several people gasped as the now normal-sized woman disappeared into the wooden bindings, the arm she'd just kicked pulled towards the villain's side as he fell directly onto said side.

"Damn, is she okay?" the man next to Izuku sputtered, but Izuku's mind was already whirling.

"No, those bindings are too tight for her to be in them," he mumbled to himself. "If she was inside, there'd be more space, Kamui Woods wouldn't do it. And her size changed, so maybe..." He trailed off as he saw a flash of purple and gold against the wood binding the villain's arm, and a few seconds later the woman seemed to spring into existence, arms flinging upwards with a smile as she turned to face the crowd.

"A flawless victory!" she called, and then yelped when Kamui Woods abruptly whacked her on the head.

"Miss Measure, you can't just fly in at the last second like that!" he scolded. "I could have hurt you!"

"Oh, come on, it's not THAT dangerous! And that guy was totally reaching for that corner of the station to try to knock it down!"

"At that distance his arm wouldn't have reached it in time!" As the two bickered loudly the crowd was somewhat quiet, watching with a faintly mystified air.

"Miss Measure?" someone muttered. "That's a new name..."

"Think it's her debut?" someone else asked. The bickering seemed to reach its peak as the heroine stamped her foot before spinning back to the crowd, leaping onto the street below. The crowd grew hushed as she rapidly grew until she towered over even the giant villain, flashing the crowd a smile.

"Everyone, it is so nice to meet you!" she called with a bright smile. "I am the Multisize Heroine, Miss Measure, and today marks my entry into the hero scene! I look forward to serving all of you!"

Paparazzi seemed to spawn instantly, cameras flashing as she struck a pose. Izuku could hear the excited chatter grow, watching with wide eyes as she turned to pick up the bound villain and lower him to the street for police. A multisize heroine? That implied she could grow and shrink. It could be one Quirk, but—

No, it's two, some instinctive voice declared, and something about that felt right. Pro Heroes with two Quirks were still relatively rare, as only a few established Pros had developed a second one during the Second Quirk Boom. Most people to get a second Quirk had been young or otherwise had Quirks not really suited for Heroics, after all. But now that five years had passed, there had been enough time for more people affected by it to go to high school and graduate from heroics programs.

"Come to think of it, there were some articles about hero students getting new Quirks after the second boom first happened, and one of them mentioned a female student with a gigantification Quirk who got a shrinking one... Miss Measure looks like she might be around that age, so it could have been her. Having two Quirks will make her really popular by default, but that's also a really dangerous combination and can cause a lot of damage if she's not careful. She must have used the extra few years to focus on her training..."

Even as he mumbled Izuku pulled out his notebook, scribbling away his thoughts. It was just so rare to see a Pro Hero with two Quirks, and it really got his mind whirling. "Hoh, taking notes, are we?" the man next to him commented, startling him out of his thoughts. When he glanced over the man was grinning at him good-naturedly. "You're a real fanboy, aren't ya? You wanna be a hero too?"

"Absolutely!" Izuku replied with a bright grin, and the man laughed.

"That's great! You sound sharp, so good luck to ya!" Izuku smiled and thanked him before returning the notebook to his bag as police began ushering the crowd away. The diversion hadn't taken too long and he continued the trek to school, feeling grateful he didn't need to take the train given the tracks had been damaged. As he left the scene of the battle behind he felt his smile fade though, glancing at his palm once more.

"So, as third year students, it's time for you to think seriously about what you want to do with your lives. And you know what that means: it's time to fill out handouts for your future plans." Izuku's homeroom teacher lifted a sheaf of papers as he faced the class, a wry grin on his face as he added, "But even if I do, you're all pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right?"

Izuku's classmates erupted into cheers at the remark, all of them showing off their Quirks. The energy in the room felt more palpable than ever as he twisted in his seat to look around at the displays of power, limbs twisting and stretching in various ways and bodies warping with the effects of their Quirks. He paid little attention to the teacher's reminder that they couldn't use their Quirks in public, his mind buzzing with anticipation.

Everyone's Quirks felt so incredible. Most of them were what most people considered "weak," but that didn't make them anything short of amazing. He felt a quiet sense of awe at each and every one of them, but none filled him with as much quiet excitement as Kacchan's. Sparks flickered around his hands as he scoffed, his taunting remarks lost as Izuku's gaze focused on the blond's hands.

Explosion was such a powerful Quirk, and one absolutely fitting of a Pro Hero. Bakugou would absolutely be one of the best heroes, and Izuku absolutely couldn't wait to see his career unfold.

In his awe it took him a few seconds to notice the room had gone silent, and when he glanced up everyone was looking at him. He blinked and tilted his head, stammering a confused, "What?"

Everyone immediately burst into laughter, and Bakugou sprung from his seat to slam exploding palms on Izuku's desk, the force nearly knocking Izuku's chair over. Whatever he said next was lost on nim, Izuku just staring at his hands and the wisps of smoke drifting from the wood beneath his palms. He had probably seen Bakugou's Quirk in action even more often than his mom's, but today it felt particularly mesmerizing for some reason.

What if those holes could produce explosions too? Izuku discarded the thought immediately and hoped that wasn't the case. As much as he loved Bakugou's Quirk, having his own version of it would just feel wrong. Also, I'm still not even sure those holes were real! Why am I thinking about it so much—hold on, did Kacchan just say UA?

He finally, finally tuned back in to Bakugou's rant, only catching the tail end of it. "...bother, got it!" he snapped, and Izuku stared at him blankly.

"...Um, I'm sorry, I didn't catch any of that?" he said meekly after a few seconds.

The classroom erupted into even more laughter, their classmates' howls only barely drowning out Kacchan's explosions and shriek of rage.

The rest of the day passed in a similar manner. Izuku found it harder to focus than ever, taking notes in class on autopilot while his mind kept straying to his classmates. He couldn't stop thinking about their Quirks after that morning, there was just such a wide variety. From Hina-san transforming her hand into fire, to Urabe-kun who could stretch his neck side-to-side, to even Oniguro-kun's eyeballs popping out of his head. All of them were so amazing.

At lunch he holed himself away in the classroom intending to scribble some more notes and ideas about the holes in his palms (which he still couldn't say for sure existed). He filled out five lines on a fresh page before he ultimately got distracted by a flutter of movement from the window. Kazemaki-san was creating spirals of wind around her palms to scatter flower petals made by a girl from another class, Izuku pressing his face to the glass to watch in awe.

The scene was just so mesmerizing. He could see the petals peel off the girl's skin like stickers in the light breeze, but it obviously didn't hurt given how she laughed. Another girl from the year below joined in, blowing some bubbles into the mix with the same gesture as blowing a kiss. This was obviously meant to impress Hachinose, who sat not far away watching and cheering.

The show only lasted a couple minutes before stopping. Then Izuku got distracted by another pair of students outside as one used a Quirk to trace lines in the air that made animated drawings that faded after a few seconds as he told a story. And then another kid nearby shook a rock with glowing hands and cracked it open to reveal a geode...

Long story short, Izuku kinda forgot about lunch until the last five minutes. Everyone's Quirks were just so interesting! He filled out like three whole pages with notes and ideas on eleven different people, which made that one page with only five measly lines on the holes feel kind of underwhelming.

I still don't even know if that was real or not, he thought as he glanced over it. School had ended and everyone else had begun heading out, Izuku lingering to wait for the initial rush to thin out. He took the opportunity to review his notes and continue to ponder, well, everything. It was rare for him to fill out three pages in such a short time, but then again, these weren't exactly his best work.

Usually he liked to dedicate multiple pages to each Quirk, including basic analysis of abilities, basic observation notes, hypothetical questions, potential applications. All pretty basic stuff. This time his attention just kept flitting about though. Every time someone new used a Quirk, he'd lose interest in the last one and start a new section full of rapid-fire bullet points. It made for a chaotic and hectic read.

Suddenly the notebook was yanked out of his hands, surprising him, and he snapped his head up to see Bakugou looking over it with a scowl. "What the hell are you up to now, Deku?" he growled as he flipped through it, his two friends crowding around with taunting grins.

"Yo, Katsuki, what's that?" one of them asked. "A diary or something?" Rather than respond Bakugou slammed the notebook on Izuku's desk.

"Why the hell are you randomly taking notes on everyone?" he demanded, meeting Izuku's gaze with a scowl. "You've been zoning out all day so I thought you'd be up to something weird, but this is just stupid! Didn't you already write down all that creepy stalker bullshit by now?"

"I... don't actually know why I did that?" Izuku responded slowly. His answer seemed to actually throw Bakugou for a loop, his scowl fading momentarily as the green-haired boy awkwardly shrugged. "I... just feel really weird today, I think? And I don't know why I did that, so, uh..." Several seconds passed as he trailed off, no one speaking. "...Can I have that back?"

Given how long he'd known Kacchan, he wasn't surprised that he responded by exploding the notebook and throwing it out the window.

"Look, Deku," he growled, hands sparking as they rested on his desk. "You've been acting really weird all day, but I don't care about that. Just don't even bother applying to UA, got it? You don't even have a Quirk!"

Suddenly Izuku's mind flashed back to homeroom that morning, and he finally started to realize just what had gotten Bakugou so worked up back then. He had heard something about UA, though he couldn't remember it clearly. Still, the threat made him frown, something defensive curling in his chest. "W-we don't know that for a fact though!" he argued. "A lot of people are getting their new Quirks later, like Kiyomi and her storm Quirk last year, or Hachinose-kun when he first—"

"Don't mention that bastard!" Bakugou slammed his hands on the table with explosions powerful enough to scorch the wood, leaving Izuku in awe the table hadn't broken under the force. His eyes snapped to Kacchan's hands almost instinctively, and he had to consciously tear his gaze away to focus as his childhood friend spoke. "That two-Quirked extra's got nothing to do with this! I don't care what Quirk you might get even if you do get one! With that bastard around I won't be the only student from this garbage dump to get into UA, but I'll still be the first! So don't even bother applying!"

He turned and stalked off, his friends throwing some jeering comments as they followed. Izuku paid them no attention though, focused on Tesaki's overly-elongated fingers as he waved and Zenshi's sharp teeth. Both such small, minor Quirks, but no less fascinating—wait, Kacchan threw his notebook out the window. Crap.

Izuku groaned as he quickly packed the rest of his stuff before going to search for it. To prove that today just couldn't go well, he found it in the fish pond because of course he did. He sighed as he retrieved the soggy notebook, looking at it with a grimace. Good thing he used (mostly) waterproof ink these days after some other accidents... That wouldn't help all the entries written in pencil though.

He sighed as he began the trek home, shoulders slumped in disappointment as he held the notebook to his chest with one arm. Today hadn't been too rough, but somehow this felt like an oddly fitting end. Still, what was up with his attention flitting around so much? He'd always been interested in Quirks, but they'd never distracted him to the extent they did today. The thought made him frown, deciding to try to avoid crowds and just get home.

Maybe then I can actually focus on that thing with the holes...

Izuku stopped walking at the end of an underpass, stretching his free hand out from the shade so the sunlight illuminated his palm clearly. Still no sign of the holes he'd seen and felt that morning, just clean, unbroken skin. Once again he had to wonder if they actually did exist, given he'd only seen them for a few seconds total. It felt kind of silly to be so hung up on it so much, but he couldn't help it. Part of him had hoped that they were real, because that would mean he now had a Quirk.

Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the rumbling noise behind him. He did notice the metallic clang of the sewer lid bouncing and shifting in its opening though, and he turned to see something green and liquid rise out of the small holes carved in it. Eyeballs rolled around the mass before settling on him, and he saw teeth spread in a crooked grin. Izuku's breath caught at the sight—a mutation Quirk?

Is his body made of sludge? It looks like it, it's too dim to see clearly in the shade but I think it's slightly translucent. Is the sludge closer to a liquid or a solid? Is the sludge sticky? Can they wear clothes, or would it make fabric too wet? Maybe they have to wear rubber clothes? Do they leave behind a residue whenever they touch stuff? They don't seem to be constrained to a human-shape. Can they shapeshift?

"A medium-sized invisibility cloak... perfect!"

It took a few seconds for the words to register, still caught up in his thoughts. Huh, is it just me or are the teeth changing size? Are they the same material as the rest of his body? Can he manipulate the hardness of them? What about eyes? Also come to think about it, if he's translucent where are his internal organs? Are THEY made of the same stuff? I can't see them even this close—wait, why is he suddenly so close, and ohmYGOD DID HE JUST ABSORB ME!?

And that was how Midoriya Izuku stood and did absolutely nothing as a man made of sludge lunged and wrapped around him like a slimy anaconda.

By the time he realized what was happening his mouth and nose were already covered by green liquid which had a consistency closer to mud than water, but that didn't matter because he couldn't BREATHE! Izuku had absolutely no oxygen in his lungs, and like any person suffocating, his first instinct was to take a deep breath.

That just made more sludge pour into his mouth. CrapcrapCRAP.

"Wow, you're making this really easy for me, kid!" The villain's voice sounded right next to his ear as he wrapped around him, leaving Izuku's hands largely free. He began struggling madly, panic taking over as he tried to clamp his mouth shut to no avail. His stupid reflexive inhale had cost him dearly, releasing what little oxygen he'd still had and bringing him that much closer to suffocating.

Flailing his limbs did nothing. Prying at the man's arms did nothing, fingers just sinking into the goo-like body. Even at this range he couldn't really see into the man's body, but his eye was close enough that Izuku could see it was more solid-looking than the rest of it. So it was probably made of a different substance—

Focus! He screamed at his flighty mind. He was drowning, and he still wondered about this guy's Quirk!? What was wrong with him today!? Was it because he woke up with those weird holes—those holes. His mind flashed back to his first thought that morning, that they had some sort of suction or vacuum feature. It hadn't worked when he tried to do it during the walk to school, but now...

If a Quirk was ever going to activate, now's the time! Izuku dug both palms into the sludge around his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating and praying. He could feel the sludge all around him, could feel it against his open palms. Come on, holes, open up and suck it up! Did he need to use some sort of trigger? Some visual trigger in his mind? Some people with Emitter Quirks described stuff like that.

He pressed his eyelids tighter as he focused on the feeling of the sludge against his skin, squeezing them so tight that spots soon appeared. Among those spots appeared a... a light, if you could call it that. It didn't exactly look bright, instead having a sort of murky feel to it that reminded him of the sludge encasing him.

Good enough! Izuku imagined himself reaching for it, hoping this would work as a visual anchor or something. His fingers flexed and twitched as he pictured himself grabbing onto it, and he swore he could feel it. It felt not quite solid, but also more substantial than he'd expected, and a bit slippery. The fact he could feel it gave him a spark of hope, that this was how Quirks were supposed to work and feel.

Izuku offered one last silent prayer to whatever deities might exist that this Quirk could suck up the sludge, and pulled.

Toshinori had been pursuing the sludge villain for the better part of an hour. He'd stumbled across the fiend in the midst of robbing a local store, and when he'd promptly inflated into his All Might form the coward had fled to the sewers. That... had been less than enjoyable. Toshinori wouldn't shy away from something like that, but he'd definitely need a shower when this was over.

Especially since he had the bright idea to use his glowing handprints to help light the way.

He openly grimaced as he raced through the sewers, skimming for any signs of the villain. The sewer water wasn't the same murky green as the villain's body, but it still had a rather disturbing brown tint that easily hid the sludge. He'd caught sight of the villain several times only for him to sink deeper into the depths where Toshinori couldn't see him as well in the darkness. He had to come up for air sometime though.

A loud scream rang from above, making him stop. His head snapped back to see a sewer lid, having almost missed it since it apparently wasn't facing the open sky and thus lacked any light. Around the small holes he could see traces of a green residue of some kind, which coupled with the scream was all he needed. He sprung upwards and burst out of the sewer, the lid bouncing against the underside of a bridge with a loud clatter.

Normally upon making his grand entrance, Toshinori would spout his famous catchphrase to assure any victims. 'Have no fear, for I am here!' This time the words never left his mouth though. His eyes skimmed the scene to assess the source of the scream, and he found himself frozen.

Sprawled on the ground was a nude man, fortunately lying on his stomach but clearly unconscious. Next to him was what looked to be the sludge villain, except he was much smaller than before and wore a middle school uniform. His mouth tore open with a warped-sounding cry, teeth sliding around as his head snapped towards Toshinori with wide eyes, and even in the shadows of the underpass he could see one more key difference.

The villain he'd fought had red irises. This person, however, had green.

He stood in stunned silence as he surveyed the scene with widening eyes. This wasn't the villain he'd been chasing. All his years of experience allowed him to quickly discern all of the minute differences between this child and the culprit he'd been pursuing. For some reason he couldn't discern though Toshinori felt a sudden pang of dread as panicked eyes settled on him, a panicked cry echoing with that same warped quality the villain had.

"A-All Might, h-h-help," a considerably younger voice cried.

Title comes from CocoaNerd, cannibalisticapple takes no responsibility for it.

Happy Thanksgiving week to everyone in the US! Since this year is so weird we decided to do an extra update to try to lift spirits. We really hope everyone's safe and sound! That said, please, please, PLEASE be careful if you plan to spend the holiday with anyone. The pandemic is real. Multiple people on the Discord know someone with Covid, and one of my friends actually got it within the last couple of weeks despite never leaving his house. The risk is real, so be as careful as possible. That said, we all wish you a happy Thanksgiving!

Also, if it's not obvious, Miss Measure is Mt. Lady, who now has a shrinking Quirk! She's a bit more of a team player thanks to the training. Still a pain to work with sometimes. Also: the Sludge Villain's Quirk is weird.