Chapter 8
.:. Dinner at the Midoriya House .:.
"I hope the food's okay. I would have tried to make something better, but I didn't have much time to go buy more ingredients on such short notice." Midoriya Inko looked almost frantic as she sat at the table, picking a piece of pork from her stir fry with chopsticks. "You're not allergic to anything, right? Oh dear, I should have had Izuku ask while we were on the phone—"
"No, we're not allergic to anything Midoriya-san!" Toshinori assured her quickly. "And if anything, we should be the ones apologizing! We're the ones who sprung this dinner on you without warning!"
"Yes, the burden is on us," Mirai agreed with a nod, plucking a piece of pork from his own plate. "And your cooking is perfectly fine, Midoriya-san. Wonderful, even."
"Yeah, you really outdid yourself with this stir fry!" Midoriya—Izuku, not Inko—declared after swallowing another bite. "It tastes so good!"
"Well, if you say so..." Their hostess offered a wobbly, nervous smile before she plopped some pork in her mouth, averting her gaze as she chewed. Her nervousness was only rivaled by her son, who looked split between being starstruck and panicked by Toshinori's presence as he focused on his meal.
This had to be the most awkward dinner of Toshinori's life. Mirai had effectively invited himself and Toshinori over to young Midoriya's house for dinner, nearly giving the boy and his mother a heart attack. Toshinori himself had to spend five minutes talking to the woman on the phone assuring her that her son was perfectly fine, and apologizing for technically kidnapping him without telling her.
Really, he'd rather not be here. The fact he had to come as All Might only added to the strangeness of the situation. They'd had to basically sneak him through the door in a large coat to avoid being seen. It felt so silly when he now had a transformation Quirk at his disposal, but as Mirai pointed out, Inko (who'd insisted on using her given name during the meal to avoid confusion) had spoken to All Might, not Yagi Toshinori.
At least the stir fry was good. For something made on short notice, it tasted fantastic. Toshinori felt like internally crying, when was the last time he'd eaten someone else's homemade cooking?
Inko cleared her throat, breaking into his thoughts. "So, you said Izuku has a... Quirk, now?" she asked, and the younger Midoriya perked up while Toshinori and Mirai exchanged sly glances.
"Yeah! It's some kind of transfer Quirk, I think? I think I can take Quirks from other people, and I think I'm more aware of them too. Or at least, I could barely focus on anything at school today because of it. And apparently I felt Sir Nighteye use his Quirk on me, when that's not supposed to happen...?" Inko nodded along as he spoke, smiling shakily.
"A-and you found it, when a villain tried to... kill you?" she asked, her voice cracking on the last bit. All of them winced at that, Toshinori and young Midoriya grimacing in synchronization.
"I apologize for letting that villain get so close, Inko-san," Toshinori said, bowing his head. "It is my fault your son got into danger."
"No, no, don't apologize!" she said, waving her free hand. "You can't catch everyone right away, and you captured the villain in the end and now Izuku's fine!"
"Yeah!" young Midoriya agreed, bobbing his head vigorously. "And I got to go to Might Tower afterwards, which was so amazing! Honestly, this is probably the best day of my entire life," he added, smiling sheepishly as his eyes lowered to his food. "I got a Quirk, I got to meet you... I honestly kinda forgot the sludge villain thing happened." Inko smiled warmly at her son's enthusiasm, some of her tension fading.
"I still would prefer it never happened at all, but you really did make Izuku's day special," she said as she glanced back at Toshinori. "Even if his Quirk finally came in, this would have been a lot more traumatic if you hadn't been there. Thank you so much, All Might." He winced at hearing his hero name.
"Er, if you want, please call me Yagi," he offered with a weak smile. Young Midoriya nearly choked, but thankfully Mirai easily dislodged the food with a deft chop to his back while Toshinori continued, "Using my hero name in a private setting feels rather, ah, stiff and formal."
"Alright, Al—Yagi-san." Inko nodded, looking a bit flustered as she said his name. Her eyes fell to her plate and for about a full minute after that no one spoke, just eating in silence. This really was the strangest dinner of his life.
Eventually Mirai gently cleared his throat, breaking the awkward tension. "Well, in any event, we at least learned your son's Quirk," he commented, and Midoriya perked up as he bobbed his head eagerly.
"Yeah! I mean, it did technically appear this morning, but I never would have thought it would have anything to do with Quirks! Even if I'd made the holes appear again, I'm not sure I would have tried to use it on a person without knowing what it did first. I was honestly just hoping the holes would suck up the sludge!" That made Inko pause, a distant look on her face.
"...Izuku," she said after a moment. "How big are those holes?"
"Oh, um..." Midoriya looked at his empty palm thoughtfully, and from his seat Toshinori could see it lacked any holes at the moment. "They're about the size of my... thumbnail, I guess?"
"I see," Inko said faintly. "And so if it could suck up the sludge, what, exactly, did you expect to happen?" Young Midoriya opened his mouth but stopped short, and even Toshinori found himself contemplating it. The sludge villain had been quite large, and with such tiny holes...
"...I am really lucky that's not how it worked," Midoriya whispered, face pale as he stared at his palm. "Where would it even go?"
"Let's... not think about that," Toshinori suggested weakly, and they all made soft noises of agreement.
"Anyways, what's that toy you brought home?" Inko asked, clearly trying to change the topic, and Toshinori felt a keen desire to crawl away and hide somewhere as her son lit up.
"Oh, that's a rejected plushie of All Might's appendix!" he answered brightly, and his mother stared at him blankly.
"...What?"
The rest of the meal passed in relative peace after that. Midoriya eagerly regaled them with the events of the day, happily chattering about the Hall of Shame much to Toshinori's masked dismay. Why did he agree to let Mirai build that place for his rejected merchandise? And how did Mirai and Yowai convince him to give Midoriya the rejected appendix plushie!? Alas, he would probably never know.
Eventually dinner came to an end, the stories with it, and Inko took the empty plates to the kitchen while the rest of the group moved to the living room. "Izuku, can you do me a favor?" she asked as she came back, carrying three cups of tea for herself and her guests.
"Sure mom, what is it?"
"Can you please go take a shower? And change out of your clothes?" The boy looked puzzled at the request and glanced at Toshinori and Mirai, clearly confused by being asked to do so while they had company.
"Uh, sure, I guess, but why...?"
"Well, you said you turned into sludge, right?" Inko asked with a tight smile. "And before that, that villain was trying to suffocate you with sludge, right?" The boy opened his mouth, paused, and then grimaced as he tugged at his sleeve.
"...Y-yeah, I should probably go wash off," he said feebly. "I mean, I don't feel like there's anything on my uniform, but I could just be... uh, yeah." He glanced at Toshinori, clearly reluctant to leave, and he offered a reassuring smile.
"Go ahead, your mother's right. Honestly, I should have offered you a change of clothes at the agency," he added with a sheepish laugh. "You should really go clean yourself now. We've kept you long enough."
"R-right, I guess you have a point. I'll be back in, uh, half an hour, I guess?" With a few more reassurances Midoriya awkwardly headed off to his bedroom to fetch some clothes. Once the bathroom door closed his mother sighed and settled in an armchair with her cup of tea, and turned to face the Pros with a frown.
"Yagi-san, Sir Nighteye, I can't take it anymore," she declared, making them both tense. "There's a reason you're here specifically, right? I know my baby's special, but I can't imagine the Number One Hero would go out of his way to spend so much time on this unless it was something important." The two Pro Heroes exchanged a brief glance at that. Years of working together made it easy to communicate without actual words, and soon Mirai nodded and turned to face her.
"Midoriya-san, I'll be blunt," he started. "Your son's Quirk is incredibly dangerous, and it bears a powerful resemblance to that of one of the worst villains in the history of Japan." Inko stiffened at that, her eyes wide as he continued, "This power is one that can cause great temptation to its owner. We have good reason to believe that, if not trained carefully, he could pose a major threat to society."
Toshinori winced at the almost brutal nature of the statement as Inko gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. "My baby, a villain?" she whispered, horror and disbelief clear in her voice. "You can't possibly mean... No! He, he wouldn't hurt a fly!" She shook her head furiously, and Toshinori's heart went out to the woman.
He so desperately wanted to believe her, to agree and offer reassurance, but the fact was, he didn't Midoriya Izuku enough to know if she was right. No one was born evil and cruel. If any Quirk had the potential to corrupt its owner, it was All For One.
"Or," Mirai interjected before her panic could spiral further, "he could become a powerful hero with proper guidance. That... seemed like something he'd be interested in, based on how he was talking earlier. Do you know if it is?"
That remark seemed to make her regain some semblance of her composure, her mouth pressing into a firm line as she nodded her head. "Of course," she said with no hesitation or doubt. "Izuku's wanted to be a hero for as long as he's been able to talk. I remember when we went to the Quirk specialist, and found out he was Quirkless..." She trailed off, her expression wavering as her head bowed to stare at her tea.
"He... He was so sad and heartbroken," she whispered, "but he still never stopped dreaming. When the second Quirk boom happened, he was so full of hope that he'd get one..." She shook her head and released a shuddery breath, looking up with a frown. "Is—is my baby's Quirk really that dangerous?"
Mirai glanced at Toshinori, silently deferring to him on how to proceed. This was, after all, Toshinori's story more than his. The secrets of One For All, and by extension information about All For One, were ultimately his to tell. Mirai had taken the initiative to start the discussion, knowing Toshinori would be lost on how to even begin approaching it, but from here it was all up to him.
Toshinori frowned down at his cup of tea, still untouched since she gave it to him. He could see his reflection in the liquid, the strong, sharp angles in his face that persisted even in his muscular form. After a moment of hesitation, he took a breath and raised his head to meet her gaze, steeling his resolve.
"The villain Sir spoke of is the man who killed my mentor," he started lowly, and could see her freeze at that. "I spent the entirety of my career chasing him down, tracking his empire and fighting his minions... I cannot go into detail, for your own safety, but I cannot stress how much damage that man caused before he died. And your son..." He scowled as he glanced down, thinking back to that instinctive dread and horror when he first saw the boy's true appearance after returning the villain's Quirk.
"His Quirk is too similar. I cannot, in good conscience, allow that sort of power to be left unsupervised. I do not know your son as well as you, but I do know that if any Quirk would be able to corrupt its owner without proper guidance, it would be that one."
"We're also concerned for his safety in general," Mirai added with a frown. "If word of a method to transfer Quirks were to spread, many Quirk traffickers would do anything to get their hands on it. In their eyes, it would be a sort of holy grail."
"Traffickers?" she repeated, her face rapidly paling, and Toshinori grimaced.
"The man I mentioned is dead, but his followers may still exist," he admitted grimly, before shaking his head and saying, "No, they almost certainly do. They would likely try to turn your son into a—a second coming of him. Try to warp him to share their ideals." It would only be logical, since the boy literally had All For One's Quirk.
"Truthfully, the main reason we decided to come tonight is to explain all this to you as soon as possible," he continued. "I am admittedly still in shock at seeing... another Quirk so similar to that one, so I'm not thinking as clearly as I usually would. I don't think it's fully set in yet," he admitted shamefully. "In the meantime though, we wanted to make sure you didn't register young Midoriya's Quirk just yet, as we feel that would only endanger him. The fewer people who know, the better."
Inko was silent at that, staring at them in mute horror as she absorbed the information. "So then... What do you want us to do? Do you want him to just—just pretend he doesn't have a Quirk? To just stay... Quirkless? Do you really understand what that would mean for him?"
That had Toshinori flinching and gritting his teeth, because he did. He remembered the stigma of being Quirkless when he'd been the boy's age, and he could only imagine it had gotten worse. "That's actually one of my concerns," Mirai commented, leaning forward. "Tell me, Midoriya-san. Has your son been bullied for his status? Suffered any discrimination?"
Toshinori openly winced at the blunt questioning and shot his former sidekick a disbelieving stare, but then his head snapped back when he heard Inko murmur a faint, "Yes." The woman looked miserable as she stared at her teacup, just as untouched as theirs. "Izuku... His classmates have always been so cruel to him, they made fun of him and avoided him for being Quirkless. He'd come home with bruises a lot when he was younger," she added, making Toshinori's eyes widen with horror, "so I know there was physical bullying too."
"Did the school ever do anything about it?" Toshinori questioned, unable to help himself.
"To an extent, yes, but not all of the teachers were that attentive. And as much as I hate to admit it, I can't blame them," she sighed. "Supervising twenty children with Quirks and making sure they don't hurt themselves would take up so much time and attention. Honestly, with some of the stories Izuku told me, it's a miracle that any teachers have the patience to deal with all those kids. It's gotten a bit better in recent years though. After the second Quirk boom, a lot of his schoolmates went to him for advice for themselves or family members, since he likes Quirks so much, so it cut down on some of the bullying."
"So he was already passionate about Quirks then, hmm," Toshinori murmured, recalling the notebook. Inko smiled faintly as she nodded.
"He always has been. Last I checked, I think he's filled... seventeen notebooks on Quirks, I think?" The number had them both startling as she idly continued, "I don't know what number he's on since he buys them himself now, but he's been keeping those notebooks since he was a child. This Quirk... I honestly couldn't have picked a more fitting one for him." Her smile became more fragile then, as if it could break at a moment's notice, before she sighed softly. "I just wished the second Quirk boom could have gotten him some more friends, too."
If Toshinori's heart hadn't been ready to break before, that last sentence was the final blow needed. "I see," Mirai murmured with a frown. "I apologize for asking about such a sensitive topic. One of the easiest ways to sway Midoriya would be to prey upon any past trauma or discrimination, though. A history of bullying would be an easy motivation to use to push him towards revenge on society."
Inko frowned and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "I'd like to say that would never happen, but honestly, I'm sometimes amazed he doesn't feel more angry. His heart is so big it never ceases to amaze me, but... I can't help but worry." Her head ducked at that, guilt and concern palpable in the hunch to her back. "He's only a child, and no one is that strong. It feels like I've always been waiting for him to hit his breaking point, and I don't want to see that."
"No parent would," Toshinori murmured somberly, and set the now-cold cup of tea on the end table. "Inko-san, you have our word, we'll do everything in our power to make sure that your son has as bright a future as possible."
"We intend to speak to some associates about this tomorrow," Mirai added. "I already have some people in mind who would be able to better help plan how to handle this situation. Until then, we must ask you to avoid registering his Quirk. We will, however, figure out a way to ensure he won't be harassed any further for being supposedly Quirkless," he promised. "Even beyond the concerns I outlined, his happiness and sense of security is a high priority."
"At the very least, we can probably register him with an analysis Quirk or some other invisible Quirk," Toshinori suggested with a wry smile. "Based on what you've said and the little I've spoken to him about the subject, I think he could pass off his analysis as one. Though, he might need to transfer schools since he's apparently known for it already at his current one..."
Inko paused then, her head slowly raising with an odd glint in her eyes. "Wait... Izuku can take Quirks." The remark had the two Pros pausing, a sudden tingle of dread filling Toshinori.
"...Yes, he can," Mirai confirmed after a few moments. "Midoriya-san, what are you—?" He stopped himself as they heard the bathroom door open, and all three adults turned to see the younger Midoriya trotting into the hall in a t-shirt saying "pajama shirt" and sweatpants.
"Izuku, that was fast," Inko observed. Her son had a sheepish look on his face, scratching the back of his neck as he laughed.
"Yeah, uh, the water suddenly went cold. Again."
"Again?" Toshinori echoed in faint surprise. This apartment building didn't seem that cheap or old like the usual kinds to have water temperature issues like that.
"Oh dear," Inko sighed. "One of the neighbors tends to mess with water temperature. It's something to do with his second Quirk, he can't really control it."
"Where is this neighbor located?" Mirai asked curiously, and mother and son exchanged a look.
"...Three buildings down," Inko answered, and both men stared at her. "It apparently affects all buildings within the block. He sent a letter explaining it to all the apartments when he moved in three years ago."
"Sometimes the water will freeze in the pipes," Midoriya added with a weak laugh. "It can get warmer too though, so that can be really nice in the winter. But once I heard our next door neighbor scream because it was too hot."
"...That is... scarily impressive," Mirai murmured, while Toshinori silently pondered what in the world All For One would use such a Quirk for. Then he imagined a shower that suddenly reached boiling point, and had to suppress a wince. He decided not to ask about the specifics of the Quirk.
"Well, anyway, this is perfect timing," Inko said, breaking his line of thought. She turned to face her son, hands primly folded on her lap. "Izuku, you know how to take Quirks now, right?" Her son was surprised at the question, and glanced at his palms with a frown.
"I think so...? I've only done it the one time, but I think I get how it works."
"Then, Izuku, I want you to take Burst Dash."
Today had been full of surprises, to the point Izuku thought nothing could surprise him anymore, but he was proven wrong. His mom suddenly offered for him to take Burst Dash, and then surprised him again when she explained why.
"Sweetie, we don't think it's safe for your Quirk to be public," she told him. "It's such a wonderful power, but if the wrong people find out about it, they might try to kidnap you or make you use it."
"But, I would never use my Quirk for evil!" Izuku protested with a wide-eyed frown, aghast at the very notion. "I don't care what they might say or do, I would never stoop that low!"
"Even if they threaten me?" his mother asked quietly, and that had him freezing in horror, his eyes going wide. She frowned as she met his gaze, clearly unhappy with her words but forcing herself to continue. "Izuku, you have such a big heart and I know you'd never turn to evil willingly, but that heart also makes it easy for people to take advantage of you. If they were to use me as a hostage, or some other innocent person, could you... could you honestly say you wouldn't give in?"
The words hit Izuku like a brick, his stomach sinking. Using hostages to force him to use his Quirk? He didn't know which notion made him feel more sick: using his Quirk for evil... or an innocent person getting hurt because of him.
"I—I could go get Heroes," he tried to argue, but he could see Sir Nighteye shaking his head.
"No, you won't always have that luxury. If someone were to, hypothetically, kidnap you and a classmate on your way home from school, and threaten to murder your classmate if you didn't take a Quirk from someone, what would you do?" Izuku just stared in horror, his chest twisting uncomfortably at the mere hypothetical.
"Why would they do that though?" he whispered. "I mean, I'd just be taking my Quirk for myself, r-right?" Sir Nighteye paused at that, his eyes narrowing.
"...Midoriya, for one who's so analytical of Quirks, you seem to have overlooked a very significant possibility," he remarked, confusing Izuku before he continued, "If you can take Quirks and then return them, then who's to say you can't give those Quirks to someone else?"
The possibility had Izuku freezing, his jaw dropping as the implications slammed into him. Taking and giving Quirks to someone else? That absolutely made sense. He'd have to test it to be sure of course, but there was nothing guaranteeing he could only return a Quirk to its original owner. The sludge villain's Quirk had been inside him after all, and the villain himself had felt empty. No connection seemed to exist anymore.
"That's why we can't tell anyone about your Quirk," his mom continued firmly. "All Might and Sir Nighteye came here to discuss this with me and warn me about the dangers, and I agree. I don't think it's even safe to register it." She met his gaze as she added, "And that's why I think you should take Burst Dash and register that instead."
There they were again, those amazing, incredible words that took Izuku's breath away. "Mom, really?" he asked. "But—but why? I mean, I get why you want me to hide it, but you want me to have Burst Dash?"
"I do," she said with a nod. "Izuku, honey, you do have a Quirk now, and I can't let you pretend to be Quirkless and get bullied for it when I have a perfectly good Quirk you could have instead. You'll be able to use it better than I ever would."
Izuku felt like crying, feeling himself start to tear up. All the years he'd spent studying and getting lost in awe over Burst Dash came crashing into him. How many hours had they spent experimenting with it to answer every question he had? How many pages had he dedicated to notes on that one Quirk? Izuku felt like he knew Burst Dash as intimately as the back of his own hand, and the thought of actually having it for himself filled him with a sudden sense of desire he couldn't ignore.
"As neat a solution as this appears to be, we can't be hasty about this." Sir Nighteye cut into the moment, and the mother and son turned to face him in mild surprise. He had a critical glint in his eye as he studied them, speaking smoothly and evenly. "Midoriya-san, giving away your Quirk isn't a decision to be made lightly. While it would solve some of our immediate problems, it would cause some more as well."
"That's right," All Might agreed with a nod. "I admire your tenacity about helping your son, but this is a heavy decision. Can you really say you won't ever regret giving away your Quirk?"
Under other circumstances, All Might's words would have made Izuku hesitate. As much as he wanted a Quirk, he couldn't stand the thought of leaving his mother Quirkless for his own personal benefit. However, there was one fact that the two Pro Heroes seemed to be missing, and for that reason he wasn't surprised by the resolution and determination on his mother's face when he looked back at her.
"Burst Dash is my second Quirk," she said, and the two Pro Heroes clearly hadn't expected that. She waved a hand and All Might startled as his tea cup floated off the end table and slowly floated towards her, explaining, "My original Quirk lets me attract small objects to myself, and I use that a lot more than Burst Dash so I won't miss it. A lot of people don't even know I have Burst Dash," she confessed with a small smile. "It's a very... physical Quirk."
"On the day of the second Quirk boom, mom actually tripped and made a hole in the wall with it," Izuku couldn't help interjecting, smiling softly at the memory. "We still call it 'Crash' sometimes as a joke."
"I do tend to crash with it a lot," his mom agreed with a quiet chuckle. "I barely ever use it because it's so hard to control, so if I lose it, people won't notice. I can count the number of people who've actually seen it on one hand."
"In that case, that might actually work," Sir Nighteye murmured, and Izuku perked up hopefully. "My other concern was that it would be suspicious for your son to spontaneously develop an identical copy of your Quirk while yours seemingly vanished. But with this... We can probably register it under a different name, and tweak the description a bit so they're not completely identical." He nodded to himself as he spoke. "This would also explain why I saw Midoriya make a hole in the wall in my vision."
And everyone else froze at that, Izuku's jaw dropping. He had so many questions about Sir Nighteye's Quirk now, but now was not the time or place. Not when he had a chance to get Burst Dash right in front of him. His attention turned to All Might instead, silently seeking his approval for the plan. The man seemed startled by the sudden attention, and fidgeted before clearing his throat.
"Ah, yes, I suppose I can't object anymore either," he said, and Izuku's heart soared. "This resolves all my concerns as well. So as long as your mother fully consents to it, I cannot see any reason to disagree." And now Izuku turned to his mother, eyes wide with hope, and found a warm smile.
"Izuku, sweetie, please take it."
He fidgeted for a moment, glancing between the three adults, waiting for one of them to change their minds. When none of them did, he nodded. "Okay, I'm ready. I, uh, think I need to be touching you for it to work, maybe?"
His mother nodded and held out her hand. He reached out and took it, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on feeling out Burst Dash. After a few seconds, he saw two... should he keep calling them lights? There wasn't really any 'light' to them, but that was really the closest thing he could think of to compare them to. In the end, he decided he'd just call them for what they were: Quirks.
One was thin and floaty, but almost felt like it could support him if he wrapped himself up in it, like a hammock. The other was clear and cool and sharp, like a piece of crystal but less solid, always flowing around and turning in on itself. He paused for a moment, weighing his options. He hadn't really thought about how different quirks might look to his Quirk (what should he call his Quirk anyway? Even if he didn't register it, it'd still be good to have a name for it).
Maybe there was some way to get a sense of what Quirks could do by looking at them like this? That would be a really good tool for helping people manifesting new and difficult Quirks. He'd have to figure out how to tell them apart at some point, especially for people with multiple Quirks. Maybe—
"Honey, you're rambling again." Izuku almost cringed at that, but stopped when he considered it might break the connection. "Just pick one and try taking it. It's okay if you take Pull by accident, we can just do it again."
Izuku nodded and pulled the sharper Quirk toward himself, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the feeling. He glanced down at his hands just in time to see the holes in them close and vanish.
"Hmm... I don't feel any different," his mom said, stretching her fingers experimentally. "Were you able to take it okay?"
"Oh yeah," Izuku said. When he closed his eyes, he could see the pattern dancing under his skin, and if he tried really hard he was pretty sure he could actually feel the quirk. "Can you still use your Quirk? Pull, I mean?"
She reached out and made the familiar flicking motion with her hand, and one of her chopsticks sailed smoothly towards her. "Looks like it. So that means..."
Izuku looked down at his hands again, practically vibrating with excitement. "It means I can be a hero!" he shouted, bracing his legs to jump for joy.
"Not in the house!" Nighteye and his mom yelled in unison, and he stopped sheepishly.
"We'll arrange for someone to help you train, both with your mother's Quirk and your own. Hopefully sometime in the next few weeks," Nighteye said. "Until then, just... try to be careful with them."
"R-right, sorry." Izuku nodded, but couldn't wipe off the smile from his face. At long last, he had a Quirk. He felt like his life was finally beginning for real.
Fun fact: Inko's Quirk is never actually named in canon. So for now, we're going with "Pull". Also three guesses on what they rename Burst Dash, and first two don't count.
By the way, last chapter got so much amazing rejected All Might merchandise. If you're on AO3, read the comments and just revel in it. Not sure that will work on FFN sadly since I don't think you can sort reviews by chapter, but someone suggested a Furby there which is hard to top. We're going to have to find a way to use a bunch of this stuff in the future, it's just amazing and hilarious. Thank you for all the laughs!