Long ago, I lived on Danny Phantom fanfiction. Danny and Sam were my couple of choice, and I loved the entire Fenton Family for their eccentricities. Tucker was a great best friend. The villains were mixed shades of pathetic and overpowered.

It was beautiful.

And I love Danny's power set.

So, as usual, I thought, 'What if this guy over here could do that?'

I do not own Danny Phantom. I do not own My Hero Academia.

The Phantom

All Might had failed. His heart was breaking, in multiple ways, as he looked at the young man he had failed. He didn't know his name, not yet, but the greenette was dead.

Dead because of him. Dead because he was slower, weaker, more pathetic than he'd ever been.

The muck villain had tried to use the boy as a vessel to hide in. If All Might had arrived just a handful of seconds earlier, the boy might be alive.

He pulled out his phone to alert the police, when he noticed something odd.

The boy's hair, mostly black with green highlights, was reversing in color. Black became white, green became purple. Pale skin was taking on a light dusting of healthy color.

Oh, and he was floating off the ground.

"What the?"

Suddenly the boy shot upright, a scream on his lips, his eyes opening wide.

"Aaaah!" He screamed, grabbing at the air, and looked around. He saw All Might and screamed again. "Aaaaaah!"

"Young Man!" The Number One hero said, hope in his tone, "Are you alright?"

The boy slapped hands over his mouth and he had stars in his eyes, "It's All Might! All Might is talking to me!"

All Might smiled, relief in full force. It was still an eye opener. It was time to stop messing around. Night Eye had a candidate for him.

To the boy he said, "I am quite glad you have a regenerative Quirk, Young Man. I was almost too late, otherwise."

"Huh? But I don't have-" he looked down at himself and another squeak left him, "Legs! Where are my legs?" His legs had, indeed, disappeared. In their place was a wiggling tail.

At about that time a pair of police vehicles and an ambulance came around the corner.

After a brief confrontation about public Quirk use, and the revelation that, until minutes ago, he hadn't even had a quirk, the boy sat on the bumper of the ambulance. He had revealed that his name was Izuku Midoriya, and had gotten All Might to sign his notebook.

"Your Quirk seems quite powerful, Young Midoriya. I hope you'll train to enter a Hero School to put it to good use," he clapped him lightly on the back and, after handing the bottle filled with the sludge villain off to the police, the large man leapt away.

Izuku's day had gone from disappointing, soul crushing and nearly murderous to something he had only ever dreamed of happening. He had met All Might, gotten an autograph, and, most importantly, he had a Quirk! He couldn't wait to show-

Who would he show? Kacchan? He didn't think so. Something had happened to him when Katsuki told him to kill himself. And if he wasn't going to show Katsuki, he couldn't imagine he would tell anyone else at school.

His mother, certainly. She would be very relieved to know that he actually did have a quirk for his chosen path. And on that note he needed to test what his quirk did, exactly. He knew it reversed the color of his hair and clothing, and apparently brought him back from the dead, but what else?

He put his notebook carefully into his backpack and started heading home, thinking deeply about how his quirk worked.

In ten months Izuku learned that he was fucking overpowered.

At first, his Quirk seemed weak and pathetic. It changed his hair color and made him drop his pants in public more times than he would care to admit. By this point, his whole class laughed more at his apparent inability to fasten a belt than his supposed Quirklessness.

But that was the hint he needed to figure out one of the three abilities that made him extremely overpowered.

Intangibility.

His pants falling off kept happening because he was going intangible, for less than a second. Once loosened his pants, the next time he did it had his pants falling. It usually happened when he was feeling stressed.

In the safety of his room, he tested it and it turned out to be super easy to activate at will. Harder, by far, was getting it to remain inactive when he started to freak out. It took five months of trying to get his pants to stop falling off at random.

The second ability that made him overpowered was the most freeing.

Flight.

It was exactly what it said on the tin. He could freakin' fly! There were some limits, he discovered. One, he could only fly in his secondary form. Two, it took some energy to stay both transformed and in the air. As such he could only go so high, at first. Plus, he couldn't be seen flying or he'd get a ticket for public quirk use.

Which led directly into his third ability, completely making him overpowered.

Invisibility.

His body became one hundred percent invisible at will. He'd discovered that one day, when he was attempting to hide from Katsuki and his like minded thugs. He'd run into a dead end seconds ahead of them, panicked and wished he could just disappear. Then he did. They were extremely puzzled and Katsuki let out a stream of curses that almost had the invisible boy snickering. Afterwards, he found that it was slightly less easy to turn invisible compared to intangibility.

Flight. Invisibility. Intangibility.

Those alone made him extremely powerful, but those weren't his only abilities, either.

Starting off with his ability to transform into his photo negative form, he also had plasma blasts he could fire, minor regeneration, minor strength enhancement, cloning, and, most recently discovered, an ice beam.

That last one took the most dedication to master. It was volatile, going off at the slightest provocation until he mastered it. He'd had to take a week off from school, just so no accidents happened.

But now, after ten months, Izuku had come to the simple conclusion that he was, as previously stated, fucking overpowered. And he couldn't be happier.

With these abilities, he'd be a great hero. He could save so many people, bring smiles of hope to so many faces. He could be like All Might, a symbol of peace.

The first step had been taking the written exam. Izuku was sure he hadn't been the very top student, but he knew, without a doubt, he'd passed.

Next was the practical exam.

He was wearing a black jumpsuit, red shoes and white gloves. He was breathing deeply, with purpose. Every day since he'd manifested his Quirk- something he called Phantom, to encapsulate his many and varied abilities- he worried he'd wake up to find it was a dream, a cruel prank by fate, giving him a delusion of having power.

So, right that moment, he was calming his nerves, silencing the many voices telling him he couldn't do it. Most of them were Bakugo, some were his teachers, and then there was the one that hurt the most.

I'm sorry, Izuku! I'm so sorry!

He breathed out through his nose and two rings of amethyst light traveled up and down his body. His skin became several shades paler, his black jumpsuit turned white, the white gloves turned black and his red shoes turned teal. The most startling transformation, in his opinion, was his hair and eyes. His green eyes turned purple and his black hair with green highlights turned white with purple highlights.

"Go!" Present Mic shouted seconds later.

Izuku flew into the testing center, and immediately split into four clones. Each version of him went in a different direction, blasting or smashing any of the bots that weren't already being targeted by another applicant. He even stopped a couple times to phase one of the other kids out of tangibility so they didn't take a hit. It had the added benefit of giving those students a clear opening to exploit.

In the lounge where the many teachers were watching and judging the exam, more than a few eyes were locked on standout students. A pink girl that used acid, a blue haired boy with engines in his legs, a blonde using explosions, and the boy that was in four simultaneous places, racking up the points by the dozens every few seconds.

"Release the Zero Point Target," the diminutive principal commanded.

In each of the testing centers, the massive Zero Point robot started rampaging. Almost as one, the students avoided a confrontation with it.

Except for a young girl with brown hair and a gravity quirk. She was pinned beneath a large piece of debris. Her pitiful cries for help were heard.

And ignored.

The Zero Pointer just kept getting closer. Then four white streaks zipped in. Three started harassing the massive robot. The fourth stopped next to the girl and held a hand out to her.

"Take my hand and hold on tight," the boy told her. She did as asked and a chill went through her whole body. Next thing she knew, she was being pulled through the debris. He pulled her into a princess carry the moment he saw the odd bend of her ankle. "Let's go see the nurse." He lifted into the air and flew off at a speed just fast enough to leave the immediate area without disturbing her wound.

A minute later, the exam was called to an end. Izuku had carried the girl to the nurse, Recovery Girl. By this point, the other three clones had rejoined him.

He had been about to leave the school grounds, when a pair of pros and the UA principal met him at the exit to the locker room.

"Izuku Midoriya," the rat dog bear thing said with an adorable smile, "We have some questions about your abilities. Would you kindly come to my office?"

"Uh," he felt sweat drip down the back of his neck, growing nervous, "sure. Did," he gulped, "Did I do something wrong?" He was led to an office on the second floor.

"Oh, nothing of the sort," Nezu waved away his fears, "We've never seen a quirk like yours before, Mister Midoriya. We want to ask questions about it so we can give you the best possible advice, going forward."

Izuku blinked, then looked at the two pros, then Nezu again, "Does that mean I-"

"I suppose there's no harm in telling you now," the rat said with a gentle smile and a nod, "Izuku Midoriya, you passed the Entrance Exam. You will have to wait for your acceptance letter to get your exact score, but allow me to be the first to welcome you to our academy."

Izuku couldn't keep the smile off his face, and barely fought back the tears of happiness, "Thank you, sir! This has been my dream since I was little!"

"Indeed," the animal nodded.

"To the matter at hand," said one of the pros, sounding tired, exhausted actually, "You exhibit a wide variety of abilities for a single Quirk. What all can it do? And how?"

"Well," Izuku dug into his backpack and pulled out a pair of notebooks, but set one numbered Quirk Observations Fourteen aside. He opened the one just labeled Quirk Uses, "As far as I can tell my body is suffused with, and generates, a unique energy. This energy is used for a number of things. Most obvious is my transformation. My secondary form uses that energy more efficiently, but in my regular form I can still attain weaker versions of a few abilities. Invisibility, intangibility, plasma blasts. The rest have to be done in my other form. Ice beam, flight, self cloning, strength enhancement, regeneration. All capable because of the energy I generate.

"It also has a liquid form," he grimaced a little, "When I'm in my alternative form, it replaces my blood," he shrugged, "I've taken to calling my Quirk Phantom, and I've labeled the energy, especially in liquid state, Ectoplasm."

Nezu sipped at a cup of steaming tea as he considered all these things.

"And all these abilities appeared at once?"

"Not at all," Izuku was starting to grow more lively as he continued to discuss his favorite topic, quirks, "At first, I could fly and go intangible. Well, that and transform. It took a couple weeks before I could go invisible, another week after that to use my beams. Maybe six months after that I was able to clone myself, and the Ice Beam is really new. Only been able to do that for a couple of weeks."

"That's quite the amount of growth, in a brief time. Especially for a late bloomer," the sleepy guy said.

Izuku blushed, knowing this next part might get him in trouble, "I, uh, I trained. A lot," he said, then rushed to fill it in with, "I did it at the abandoned beach near where I live. It's clean now… I cleaned it… I used my Quirk to clean it."

"Ah!" Nezu tapped a fist to palm, "So you were the mysterious samaritan, then."

"I… yeah," he rubbed his neck and looked at the ground, "I know I'm not supposed to use my Quirk in public, but-"

Nezu laughing cut him off, "Midoriya, public Quirk use is outlawed for a reason, but there is some leeway given to teens and children training to become Pro Heroes. Seeing as the exercises you conducted in fact helped the area out, I think we can write this off as lawful training with productive and positive results therein."

"That said," the sleepy man said, "Now that you are a student of UA, you will limit your Quirk training to the premises of UA. Understood?"

Izuku's spine straightened, "Yes, Sir!"

"Good," the principal said, then added, "Thank you for your time, Midoriya. You may go. Your full results will be sent to you over the next two weeks. Please keep your passing a secret. We would not want to breed jealousy in the other potentials."

He nodded and stood up. He bowed to the principals and each of the Pros in the room and left.

"Was he telling the truth?"

"Undoubtedly. That kid told us everything," one of them said, "If he has ties to your villain, even he doesn't know about it."

"Very well. Who will take him?" He looked between Vlad King and Eraser Head.

"I will," the sleepy Pro said.

"I don't have any specific reason to fight you on it," the big, white haired man said, shrugging.

"Then it's decided. Midoriya is in class 1A."

9-+909

Nearly a month later, Izuku stood in a circle, wearing the UA gym uniform. In his hand was a softball.

"Use your power to throw it as far as you can. Just don't leave the circle," Aizawa-sensei had said.

He held it in the palm of his right hand, focused for a moment, then blasted an energy beam out of his palm that took the ball with it.

He kept the beam up for thirty seconds. Hands shaking, he released the beam.

The class, as one, looked to Aizawa for the results. He showed them with a holo screen. The number was at two thousand meters and just kept climbing. It finally stopped at three thousand eight hundred sixteen meters.

Silence reigned supreme. For a moment.

Then Katsuki was dashing forward, hands sparking and popping. The glare on his face was murderous.

White bands wrapped around him and pulled him back. The explosions stopped entirely.

"Get back in line or be expelled," Aizawa said simply.

"But Deku-!"

"Back in line," the teacher leaned in close so the blonde could see that he was serious, "or be expelled. Choose."

Gritting his teeth so hard Izuku was shocked none of them cracked, Katsuki got back in line. He only had one parting line.

"Laugh it up while you can Deku! I'm gonna blow you out of the water. Every test. Every event. You'll always be behind me."

Izuku had only one thing to reply with.

"You'll try."

For the rest of the tests, Izuku mostly used just one ability, flight. Long Jump was his. Izuku didn't come down until after the endurance run. High Jump was also a cinch. None of his abilities were useful for sit ups, side jumps or grip strength so he did somewhere middling on those, but his speed was on another level. Intangibility plus flight reduced his drag to zero and he crossed the line in under a second.

But it was the endurance run that he had the most fun with.

Well, not the run, really. It cost him almost nothing to float along at a reasonable speed. It became quite the bore after only a few minutes. It wasn't until most of the other students had fallen out of it that he noticed the quiet thrum of a scooter engine.

One student aside from him was left, a rather chesty young lady with a spiky ponytail and a deeply intelligent gleam in her eyes.

"Hello," Izuku began, floating ahead of her before speaking, so he didn't startle her, "We haven't had any time to introduce ourselves. I'm-"

"Izuku Midoriya," she said, "You hold the highest historical score on the practical. I am Momo Yaoyorozu."

"Oh, yeah," he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I forgot about that. Anyway, It's nice to meet you."

"Indeed."

Before an awkward silence could settle on them, Izuku went on, "You created that scooter with your quirk, correct?"

"Yes, I did. Why?" There was a frown on Yaoyorozu's face. Was this boy going to be another one that thought she relied on her quirk too much? Would he put her down for defeating a challenge in her own way? Or worse, did he know her family, and want to get in their good graces through her?

"That's really interesting," he said, looking, not at her, but at the scooter, "If it's not rude to ask, you really created the whole thing? I mean, not just the frame and the wheels, but the motor and the leather? The cushion, the fuel and the paint?"

The young lady blinked, then nodded, "Yes, I created it all through my Quirk, Creation."

"That's so cool!" Izuku intoned, "How does it do that? Do you need a mental image of your target or just a definition of the desired result? Did you pick the color of the paint or is it preprogrammed into your ability?" The questions went on, and the girl, Yaoyorozu, was barely able to keep up. Because of that, she realized two things about Izuku Midoriya.

One, he had no damn clue who she or her family was. Two, he was an absolute Quirk Nerd. It was, in it's own way, adorable. The two of them talked for another thirty minutes. It started with Quirks, then Hero Names, favorite pros, favorite foods, music. They started the run as strangers and ended it as friends.

It was around then that Aizawa ended the run. Yaoyorozu manifested a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote down her number for the boy. When it fell out of his jacket pocket later, his mother would tease him endlessly.

At the end of testing, the kids were put into ranks based on their overall scores. Number one was Izuku. Below him, Todoroki. Then Yaoyorozu.

In fourth place: Katsuki Bakugou.

The utter anger in the blonde's very posture was intimidating. Izuku had a feeling that the only reason Katsuki wasn't attacking him right that second was because Aizawa was still present.

"Alright," Aizawa drawled, "I said that the lowest ranked student would be expelled," the class tensed up practically as one, "That was a lie."

Almost in sync, the whole class breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Instead, the lowest ranked student will be moved to General Education."

Every eye in the class turned to a boy with black and purple balls on his head. He immediately began crying and screaming.

"It's not fair! It's not fair!" He tried to plead his case.

"Quit your blubbering," Aizawa said coldly, "This way, you still have a chance to re-enter the Hero Course. Keep up this illogical act and I'll simply have you expelled."

It was quite the wake up call, seeing what could happen if they fell behind, or failed to meet the standards of their teacher. Izuku swore to himself that he'd practice even harder, now that he had a proper facility.

+-909

UA was awesome!

It had a lot of normal classes. Math, Science, Reading, Languages, Home Economics. The P.E. class was where it all went sideways. Normal P.E. didn't have All Might as the instructor, for one. For two, it didn't involve battle training and Quirk usage.

The first battle was satisfying for him, and extremely unsatisfying for Katsuki. It was an indoor battle training. One team, labeled as Villains for the exercise, were to guard a bomb. It was only a large bit of tin made to look like a bomb. They had five minutes to prepare their defenses and strategy.

The heroes had to get into the building and capture the bomb, or the villain team. They were encouraged to keep from using lethal techniques, but otherwise engage the opposing team however they wished.

For Midoriya's turn, his team, consisting of himself and Uraraka, was up against Bakugo and Iida as the villain. Their's was the fastest match for the whole day.

"I can turn the both of us intangible, invisible and fly us up to the bomb. Is there anything you'd rather try? Or a better plan you can think of?"

The girl shook her head. He nodded. The moment that they were given the go ahead, he did exactly as he said he'd do.

Completely undetectable, they phased through the floors of the building until they found the room with the bomb.

They got there just in time to see Katsuki Bakugo stomping towards the door to the room, growling out, "Stay here and Guard the bomb. I'm gonna go kill Deku!"

Before he could finish moving through the door, All Might's voice came over their headsets.

"Hero Team Wins!"

"What?!" He barked, then looked back at the bomb to see both the round faced girl and Deku touching the bomb.

Midoriya was, with no dissenting opinions by anyone that wasn't Bakugo, given the MVP of his round.

Later, when people were voting for class president, Izuku asked politely to not really be considered for the position. He'd like it, sure, but Yaoyorozu, the girl he'd become fast friends with, was far better suited to the role.

At the end of the vote, Momo Yaoyorozu got seven votes, Izuku Midoriya got three and everyone else got one, or less.

Katsuki was predictably unhappy.

Now, disregarding some weird event at the school gate the day before, they were about to participate in rescue exercises.

Just as the Pro Hero, Thirteen, was introducing the building to the class, a black portal open and sixty people stepped through. The man made of shadows, who most likely opened the portal, announced them as the League of Villains.

Aizawa Sensei leapt among the villains and began to take them down by the handful.

Then Izuku decided it was time to do his part. There was a brief flash of light as he transformed, then split into four clones. Two turned invisible and intangible. One of those raced off towards the main campus, at greater than one hundred fifty miles an hour. The other one followed Eraserhead, being careful to stay out of his field of vision.

The last two took positions on opposite sides of the main group.

"Everyone grab onto one another!" He shouted, "I can get us out of here! But only if we are in contact with eachother!"

"I can't allow that," the black mist villain with the warping quirk said. He began to open a portal beneath the group. Then he received a purple blast to the face.

"Change of plans!" One Izuku said, running towards the wall, "I'll phase the wall! You all run through!"

"Nomu! Stop them!" Screeched the villain with hands all over his body.

"Nomu!" The large mutant barked. It took a few running steps forward then leapt high into the air.

"No you don't!" The Izuku that had been shadowing Aizawa said. He landed on Nomu's back and proceeded to make him intangible. When he landed, he didn't impact the cement, he just went through it up to his chest. Izuku let go, then, leaving the monster stuck.

"Nomu?" It pulled with it's massive arms, but it couldn't get any momentum going. "Nomu!" It roared and pulled with all its might.

Izuku's eyes widened. He put another hand on the monster and shoved it further into the ground. Unfortunately this allowed it to get its arms free.

Deciding to leave that for a moment, Izuku went back to Aizawa, "Sensei! I've evacuated the rest of the class! Do you need extraction?"

Aizawa didn't look at the kid, shaking his head, "If someone doesn't stay here to keep them distracted, it could be bad."

Izuku just nodded. Around that time, Nomu had bashed it's way out of the ground.

"I need to deal with that," he zipped away and another clone flew over. Together, they blasted the creature with as much Ice as they could. It was slow going. Especially with being tied up by the shadow shrouded teleporter. Izuku was eventually forced to freeze the man from head to toe.

Around that time, All Might appeared, the final clone of Izuku at his shoulder.

"Finally!" The hand covered villain shouted, "Nomu! Kill All Might!"

"Nomu!" It leapt into the air and came crashing down. Just like the time before, Izuku sank it into the ground up to its neck.

"All Might!" He tried not to squeak as he spoke about the beast to his hero, "It has regeneration, super strength and no significant will or intelligence of its own! It only acts on that guy's orders!" He looked back at the hand guy that Aizawa was steadily working towards. He looked, only briefly, at the clone that was making it impossible to hit the underground hero.

"Thank you, Young Midoriya!" All Might had a look on his face that very few people ever saw. Anger.

One overpowered punch to the face of the Nomu, contained as it was, was enough to knock it out. The blonde adonis then leapt to the other side of the room to stand before Shigaraki.

"You've attacked my students," the big man growled, "Surrender."

"Die!" Shigaraki screeched, grabbing All Might with his dry hands.

When nothing happened, he tried again. When he tried a third time All Might flicked him in the forehead, knocking the villain clean out, then sent a thumbs up at Aizawa.

"Thank you, Eraserhead!"

The sleepy hero grunted and rubbed at his eyes. Erasing so many quirks was giving him severe dry eye. He needed a long nap.

"Midoriya!" He growled. The clone yelped and turned to face his teacher.

"Yes, sir!"

Aizawa was a very logical person, sometimes to his own detriment. He put logic above every emotion, as often as he could. There were a few times that he didn't do that. This?

This was not one of them.

"Good job," he said with a sigh, turning to the villains they had captured, "Now, go join your classmates."

"Yes, sir!" He zipped off, joining up with the original. Only one clone remained, watching over the Nomu thing as it snored like a chainsaw while buried in the ground. Another logical choice. He was beginning to like the kid.

All Might came over, a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" Aizawa growled.

"I met that boy once before," the large man said, "I was there, actually, when his quirk manifested. Never would have guessed he'd be so effective. Tell me, do you think you would be in such good shape if he was not here?"

"No," he crossed his arms, "For one, he focused on getting his classmates out of the building, and neutralizing the threats to that goal rather than fighting. Second, he made me all but untouchable. You saw how he handled the big guy," he let out a harsh sigh, "The argument could be made that he illegally used his quirk to assault some of these guys, like the portal maker, but not a court in the country would see it as anything more than self defense."

"I believe you're right!" All Might said boisterously, "I think he's going to be one of the greats." That said, he would need to make sure this did not go to his head. Aizawa hummed noncommittally.

—-+ 909

Honestly, All Might need not have worried about Izuku, of all people, getting a big head. He seemed unable to handle the attention, actually. It wasn't that he shied away from it, so much as it was he just didn't know what to say in return to positive reinforcement. It was a sad thing, but the big man spread the word through the faculty. Soon enough, the boy would grow accustomed to receiving compliments when he earned them. They would all make sure of it.

And then came the annual UA Sports Festival.

Izuku, having scored higher than anyone in the history of the school, was chosen to give the Student Representative speech. He nearly hyperventilated at the thought. Only Momo had been able to calm him down.

"Public speaking is simply another Heroic Duty," she told him, "You will have to achieve control over yourself for this, and many other aspects of Hero life."

"You're right," he nodded. He took a few deep breaths, looked at the speech he had already written out, and stepped onto the stage.

His was not a speech that would be remembered for its singular message, but because the young man that made it would become a legendary hero in the near future.

After that was the obstacle race.

Robots, bottomless pits, buried mines, other students.

Not a one was a challenge for Izuku and his fucking overpowered Quirk. He simply went intangible and flew through everything at lightning speed. He cleared the first event in two minutes.

Around twenty minutes later, when the last of the stragglers made it past the line, Izuku was already feeling the heat of Katsuki's glare, among many others. Not the least of which were Monoma Neito, Itsuka Kendo, Shinso Hitoshi and, most fervent of them all, Shoto Todoroki.

When they announced the Cavalry Battle for the second event, Izuku immediately knew what to do.

The second the point totals were handed out, and he was essentially glared at by everyone else, he let out a long, shrill whistle that had everyone near him covering their ears.

"Momo," he approached his friend, "I have a plan to win. My only question is, do you wish to join me? Or would you prefer to put on a show for the audience?"

Momo, who had in fact been about to approach Izuku to ask for an alliance after turning down Todoroki, gave him a smile, "I am with you."

"Wonderful. I am going to put on just a bit of a show, but that will be more for my amusement than anything else. When time starts, I will be the horse."

She just nodded, wondering what it was that he had planned.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait too long. Five minutes later the Cavalry Battle began.

The second they were given the go ahead, all but three teams started towards Izuku and Momo.

Izuku lifted one leg and, looking just the slightest bit silly, proceeded to pretend he was climbing an invisible staircase. This was done using his flight ability. Once he was just about twenty feet off the ground, he also pretended to open a door, mimed taking off his shoes, and closed the imaginary door behind him.

What caught everyone off guard was how, the moment he 'shut the door,' Izuku and Momo vanished.

"What the fuck!?" Katsuki roared his disapproval, "That Fucking Coward!" With a roar, he turned his 'horse' back to the masses. He still needed to pass this event so he could bash Deku's face in.

Twenty minutes later, the buzzer announced the end of the Cavalry Battle. Almost immediately Izuku and Momo reappeared, pretending to open the door again and walk back down the invisible stairs.

"And In first place, with ten million thirty five points, Team Yaoyorozu!"

That wasn't a surprise. Neither was the fact that the final event in the Sports festival was an elimination tournament of one on one fights.

The real upset was the person that took second place in the Cavalry Battle. Hitoshi Shinso.

Bakugo was beyond livid that he got fourth place, just behind Todoroki.

Mei Hatsume was also rather distraught. Unable to team with Midoriya before the start of the last event, she went with her second choice. Monoma. Her gadgets aided him well. Until he pissed off Katsuki Bakugo.

That was the effective end of their run.

Now, it was the part that everyone had been waiting on. The tournament. The fights. The quirks and their users.

Nothing got a stadium excited like watching a bunch of minors beating the living daylights out of one another.

The first fight was… well, it set the stage.

Izuku Midoriya versus Hitoshi Shinso.

As in many realities, Shinso used his quirk on Izuku the first chance he got. The half dead teen froze, his eyes going blank.

"Now," Shinso said, a cruel smirk on his face, "Walk out of the arena."

Izuku gave the slightest squeak, but turned around. He took a step. Then another. Another and another and another.

With each step, he let out a squeak, trying to desperately control himself. He was barely able to even make those squeaks.

So, he did the only thing he could. Used the only option open to him.

Izuku was two steps from being out of the ring. He began to channel his ectoplasm into his mouth. Even that was miniscule, sluggish. His next squeak was much louder.

But he didn't stop.

His foot lifted into the air. He took as deep a breath as he could, desperation fueling him. His foot began to come down.

"Noooo!" The sound, the word, that came from his mouth was like an explosion. What had started as a trickle of energy turned very quickly into an uncontrollable torrent. The vibrations grew so intense that the air visibly rippled and the ground cracked. The observers had to cover their ears. Poor Jirou, and others with enhanced hearing, ended up taking real damage from the scream.

Izuku was actually blown off his feet, but thankfully back into the ring.

After the sound stopped, Izuku pushed himself back to his feet, shaking and groaning. He turned one glowing purple eye on Shinso, and the other teen gulped.

The effect was only slightly undone by Izuku's transformation fading away.

"What… what the hell was that!?" Shinso roared at him. He hoped, for just a moment, that the boy would be dumb enough to answer him again.

Izuku just lifted one hand and beckoned his opponent to come at him.

The fight afterwards was a struggle. Shinso didn't have the strength or training to take out Izuku in a pure fist fight. For the greenette, he didn't have the energy to transform and use his other form's raw strength to push Shinso out of the ring.

Whatever that attack had been, destructive or not, it took a truckload of energy to pull off.

In the end, Izuku won by the skin of his teeth.

"Hey!" Izuku shouted over to the other boy, panting tiredly. That sound wave attack was a monster. He'd be surprised if he actually made it through the rest of the tournament.

"What?" Shinso asked with a half snarl.

Izuku held out a piece of paper, "This is a site that gives advice for simple exercises that will help you build muscle." He flipped it over, "That's the web address for a series of videos that will give you basic hand to hand combat skills." He looked shinso in the eyes, grinning, "Next time, I expect you to fight harder, better and meaner."

Shinso Hitoshi looked at the paper, then at his opponent. He hadn't said a word about his quirk. Hadn't said it was villainous. Hadn't said he should quit.

He told him to do better.

"You suck," Shinso sniffed as he took the paper, wiping away a tear in the corner of his eye.

"Nah, Mineta sucks. I'm so glad he isn't a classmate. I'd rather have Monoma, and he hates us for being in a different class. You would be such an improvement it's not even funny."

The purple haired teen let out a bark of a laugh. Mineta Minoru had already gained a reputation, and it wasn't a good one. Several people wondered how he had even made it into the Heroics course. Plenty were glad he'd been removed. A few wondered how he hadn't been expelled yet.

The two boys parted ways as friends.

Three days before, Todoroki had publicly declared war on Izuku.

"I'm gunning for you," he said in that quiet, powerful way of his.

Izuku had looked at the user of both fire and ice. A year ago, he'd have stammered and stumbled and tried to figure out why such a thing was happening. Now, he had such an overpowered ability, and had trained it with unmatched dedication, that a person giving only a half effort couldn't make him apprehensive.

"You'll fail." It hadn't been said with aggression or arrogance. It had been said so simply one might think the greenette had been talking about the weather. There was no doubt in his mind that Todoroki couldn't beat him. It was a physical impossibility.

That had been, as stated, three days and a ridiculously Ectoplasm heavy new ability ago.

The white and red haired teen could see how, even after the time between matches to rest, Izuku was not transforming into his stronger form. He would learn the folly of stepping into the ring with him when weakened.

The moment that the match began, he attempted to freeze Izuku, the same way he had Sero. The iceberg damn near stretched into the stadium seats. Todoroki saw his opponent's face and, were he a different sort, would have grinned smugly. He turned around, heading for the edge of the arena, not even waiting to hear Midnight declare him the winner. Victory was clearly his.

The explosion of pain on his left side was, therefore, extremely confusing. He was knocked off his feet, but bounced back quickly. His eyes landed on Izuku. A completely unfrozen Izuku.

"How-?"

"Your ice isn't good enough," the other teen interrupted, "I'd say to try your fire, but that won't help either. Thing is, I'm tired. I can't just blast you out of the ring. So that leaves this as my only method," he held up his fists. It was not nearly as well trained a stance as Todoroki would be using, but he was confident in it.

Todoroki surged forward. Izuku lashed out with a punch. Todoroki ducked it and latched his hand on the offending wrist, using his ice from point blank. He froze nothing when Izuku's arm passed through his fingers like it didn't exist. Todoroki barely had the wherewithal to dodge the next punch that came.

He lashed out with a kick at Izuku's torso. For a moment, there was contact, then it went through. While he was off balance, the greenette punched at his face. Todoroki held up a hand for a block that would become a grapple.

The fist phased through his block and the elemental boy had to fight to avoid closing his eyes and blinding himself. He was therefore witness to the odd sight of someone punching through his face, but doing no damage.

But it told him something. Izuku's timing wasn't as perfect as it seemed. He could be beaten.

An explosion on his left side reminded Todoroki that Izuku was not a man with whom he could take the time to get lost in thought.

He rolled with the punch and came back swinging. Izuku ran at him, and leapt into a drop kick. Todoroki dodged to the side and brought his elbow down on the other teen's torso. His blow, of course, was phased through, but it prevented Izuku from hitting back. As soon as Izuku touched ground, and proved he was solid again, Todoroki blasted him with Ice.

He phased through that, too, but it gave the other boy some breathing room.

He took the martial stance he had been taught since walking. Izuku had his fists up, ready to go. He dashed in, dodging to the left at the last second and lashing out with his right fist. Todoroki blocked, but the fist fazed through his arm. He clenched his eyes for the blow, but instead of knocking some teeth loose, Izuku phased his fist through the other teen's head and went for his ribs instead with his other fist.

Todoroki responded with an instinctual punch that landed for just a moment before the impact point disappeared. Then a punch landed in his gut. He responded again, getting just a moment of pressure from the attack.

He was getting through. Izuku had to be solid to attack. Countering would work. A grin split his face. The greenette had already said he was tired. He just had to outlast him.

Their exchanges became a battle of attrition from there. Izuku dodging, or phasing through, Shoto's attacks. Shoto baiting Izuku into attacking him and countering at the moment of impact.

Things took a turn when Izuku adapted to this, making his first, and sometimes even his second, attack a feint to throw Shoto off balance. The battle tipped back in Shoto's favor when he realized that Izuku never attacked while a part of him was going through the dual haired boy.

Izuku started a stream of punches. Shoto put his fist through Izuku's stomach and left it there. The first dozen or so went through him without dealing damage. Shoto smirked. That smirk was knocked off his face by a punch that connected with his jaw.

Seeing stars, he still had the wherewithal to dodge backwards.

"How-?" He began, looking at Midoriya.

The other teen was shaking with the effort to remain standing. Sweat dripped off him. His eyes were half closed from exhaustion. He was all but done. One more exchange, that's all that he had left, Shoto could tell. One last counter, one last punch.

This attack would have everything he had left. Shoto would have to match that determination with skill.

A weak beam of green energy streaked past his head, distracting him. Seconds later, he heard a battlecry as Izuku dashed at him, fists clenched. He raised one fist in preparation for a hard punch. Todoroki held up his arms to block.

Izuku just kept coming, he ran directly at Todoroki, his punch clearly telegraphed. If it hit, even while blocking, it would hurt. He'd have to deflect. But Izuku knew that. The whole thing was a feint. He'd let Todoroki catch him, then phase out of it. That would leave him open to a counter to his counter.

That in mind, Todoroki firmed up his stance, planted his feet, and readied himself for a monster blow. Izuku saw this and grit his teeth, pouring on just a bit more speed.

But, when he came into range where he was supposed to start transferring all that forward momentum to his fist, he just kept coming. Todoroki was confused for a mere handful of moments. Those scant beats of a heart were enough for Izuku to completely run through the other teen, then grab the back of his UA gym uniform, and heave with all of his dwindling strength.

Todoroki was airborne before he was fully aware of what happened. It was both an entirely too long, and devastatingly short, flight. His back hit the ground, crushing the air out of his lungs.

"Winner! Izuku Midoriya!" The crowd went wild.

Shoto Todoroki stared blankly at the blue sky above him. If he had used his fire-

"If you had used your fire," Izuku said, standing over him, holding out a hand, "You'd have lost with less frostbite. Don't take it too hard. You taught me a lot in this fight."

Todoroki took the offered hand, "Those feel like empty words coming from the guy that won."

Izuku, still exhausted, said, "I told you from the start, You weren't able to beat me, this time. You did more than I could have imagined, taught me some of my own weaknesses. Next time, when we're both stronger than we are now, who knows. I might be the one on the ground, needing a hand up." Despite his words, it seemed more like he was trying to encourage his opponent to do better and get stronger.

And Shoto took it to heart. From that day forward he didn't just train harder, he trained smarter. He would begin working with his fire. He'd start small, getting the control he'd been lacking so far, until he could use it as well as his ice. When Internships came up, rather than immediately going with his father, he actually asked Izuku for his advice.

"You lack control," he said after a moment of thought, "You have overwhelming power down, now you need control. Best Jeanist has an arguably weak Quirk, but through training and perseverance he's ranked number four in Japan," he tapped the name, "Alternatively, Hawks is also very good at splitting his focus and still managing precision with his Quirk."

He ended up going with Hawks, deciding that he'd rather not share an internship with the ever aggressive Katsuki Bakugo.

For Izuku, the tournament continued.

The fight against Iida was… the final straw. Iida was too quick for Izuku to fight easily. Tired as he was, he ended up taking more hits from the blue haired boy, dealing less damage. He only barely pulled out a win by baiting Iida into an all out charge and going intangible at the last second. The other boy ended up running out of the ring.

Izuku went back to the prep area, but didn't come out to watch the final match with Katsuki. Momo, his closest friend by that point, was a little surprised, but figured he was just taking the quiet time to plan out his next fight, be it against Kirishima or Bakugo.

"Our final match of the day is here!" Present Mic shouted into the microphone, "Everything that came before has just been leading up to this!" Highlights of the two finalists were shown on the screen above the announcer booth. The close competition between Katsuki and Todoroki in the Obstacle Race. Izuku stepping into an invisible room with Momo on his back. Katsuki devesting Monoma of his headbands. Izuku's fights and Katsuki's fights so far.

"In this corner!" The blonde man said, riling up the crowd, "With Bombs for hands, Skill for days, and an irrepressible personality, it's Katsuki Bakugo!"

The explosive blonde stalked out onto the stage, a glower on his face. He glared at the other entrance, waiting to see that fucking nerd.

"And in this corner!" Almost every head turned to the other entrance, "He's Bold! He's Unpredictable! He's been one step ahead in every event!" He pointed dramatically in the direction of the stage, "It's Izuku Midoriya!"

A few seconds passed.

"Ahem! Let's try that again," he pointed dramatically at the stage, "It's Izuku Midoriya!" A few more seconds passed, then just as Present Mic was about to say something else, Momo Yaoyorozu came out of the opposite entrance and walked over to Midnight. The two whispered for a moment, then spoke into her own microphone.

"Izuku Midoriya has forfeited the match due to severe exhaustion," she announced, "Winner! Katsuki Bakugo!"

"Fucking what?!"

Minutes earlier, Momo had gone to check on Izuku, just to make sure he was doing okay. When she knocked on the door, there was no answer, so she quietly stepped inside.

What she found almost had her panicking. Izuku was on the ground, not moving aside from slow breathing. His eyes were open, but clearly not seeing anything.

Luckily, a cursory examination showed he was just sleeping. More passed out, really, but not hurt. She still went for Recovery Girl, though, for a more professional opinion.

"Looks like Quirk Exhaustion. On top of regular exhaustion, I'd be surprised if he wakes up before noon tomorrow," the small woman said. It was shortly after that when Momo told Midnight that Izuku wouldn't be competing in the final round.

"I'm so embarrassed," Izuku moaned into his hands, covering his face, "I said some really rude things while I was tired. I am so sorry, Momo, Todoroki."

"No," Shoto said, "You said things I needed to hear."

Momo's cheeks tinted pink as she said, "It's alright. You weren't rude to me at all."

The truth of it was, when Izuku woke up the first time, Momo had been visiting him. He grinned at her, one eye open the other closed, and proceeded to call her 'the cutest in the world.'

It didn't hurt that, when he said that, he had been looking her in the eye. And his gaze never strayed elsewhere.

"If you're certain," Izuku said, still feeling embarrassed. Momo just nodded, not fully trusting herself to speak without squeaking. Together, the three of them started going through the list of available internships.

It was no surprise really when others came up to Izuku, asking for his advice on who to go with.

A/N: I know it's rather sudden to end it here, but damn! Look at the word count. I don't normally write this much in a single chapter.

Now, I also have to admit that, while I might enjoy writing one shots for MHA, I genuinely have no will to write chaptered fanfic. If someone wants to take this and run with it, my permission is openly given, with only the request that you stick to the chosen pairing, Momo and Izuku, because I love it when Brainy characters are Brainy and romantic and cute.

Please Enjoy.