Disclaimer: I do not own MHA nor am I earning money from writing this. As a rule of thumb, if you recognize something in this fic, I probably do not own it.

"I might be going insane" – Normal speech
'It isn't normal to have voices in your head' – Thoughts, Writing
True – The voices in your head

Chapter 8

The rest of the exhibition was much less eventful than the second day. Though other heroines visited in their civilian identities, none of them used their quirks while in the gallery as obviously as Shiko, also known as Eraserhead, had. Several of the wealthier visitors contacted Inko about purchasing some of the artwork in the fourth room, causing her to panic for a few minutes before remembering that Izuku's quirk could easily predict the final selling price, among other factors.

Some of the artwork would obviously not be sold – Izuku was obviously keeping the drawing of himself and Katsumi for his room while Inko had kept the framed family portrait for herself. The rest, however, was fair game – twenty-nine drawings of a high quality for sale to people who had far too much time and money.

As the weeks passed, the money began to flow into the account Inko had set up specifically for this purpose. When all was said and done, Izuku had quite a sum of money to use for whatever he wished. As of right now, that meant more materials and supplied for his art, but in the future, he would be able to buy books, technology, materials, and pay for tutors or specialist teachers.

While Izuku got to work with an array of paints under the supervision of one of the adults in his life, Inko received several requests for commissions, mostly in the style of the drawing that Izuku had made of himself and his mom but also a few commissions for scenery from games, movies, or other places in the world.

She hadn't let Izuku know about any of this yet, mostly because she wanted art to be something that he enjoyed doing and not a job he had to do. He was only four, after all – he shouldn't be concerned about making money until he was a teenager at the very least.

Aside from one memorable incident where Katsumi unintentionally exploded a can of paint across the room Izuku was painting in, thankfully only getting the plastic sheeting that had been set up as a precaution dirty, the next month passed calmly. Izuku and Katsumi enjoyed the time they had off from school, the adults went to work while making sure that one of the three of them was always supervising the children, and the rest of the world continued as what passed for normal in the current times.

There was only one notable villain attack in Musutafu over the month, and it was quickly suppressed by Eraserhead, who Izuku recognized with confirmation from his quirk. Watching the video, he quickly figured out that her quirk dealt with nullifying other quirks, which raised yet another question about how his own quirk functioned.

'Eraserhead's quirk nullifies the quirks of the people she looks at.' False.

Izuku thought for a moment. 'Eraserhead's quirk nullifies emitter quirks while she is looking at people who have them.' True.

'You were unaffected by her quirk when she was looking at me.' True.

This answer simultaneously made sense and raised more questions. On the one hand, it made sense that a quirk that affected other quirks wouldn't affect the quirk of someone without a quirk in the medical sense. On the other hand, it raised questions about how her quirk functioned in the first place. Was it dependent on her knowing they had a quirk? Did the subject have to know that they had a quirk for it to function? Did it affect the target's biology or was it more conceptual in nature?

Running these questions through his quirk yielded no answers, and Izuku didn't know the right words to use to ask the questions he needed to. This setback only caused him to strengthen his resolve once more, writing the question down at the end of a very long list of questions he hadn't been able to answer.

With less than two weeks left before the school year began, Izuku got to work on his latest project: his own website. The guest room in their house was filled with completed paintings, and it was likely that they would eventually need to use the room. So, using what he had learned from his lessons from Masaru and his selection of books, Izuku had decided to set up a website to advertise and possibly even sell his art without a need for massive exhibitions.

So far, it was very basic – a homepage with pictures Izuku had taken of the art he was willing to sell. Izuku had typed out a list of prices that were approved by his quirk as both reasonable and profitable but had no idea how to make a payment processor work. In all honesty, he'd prefer that people just came to his house to pick them up, but this was a bad idea for obvious reasons according to his quirk. On the other hand, he had no idea how to send someone a painting without risking it getting damaged.

All of his previous drawings had been sold through the woman who owned the building they had used, so that was one way, but Izuku had no idea how to contact her or convince her to sell the paintings.

Both Midoriyas, neither of whom was used to keeping secrets from each other, broke on the same day a week later. The two sat down to lunch at the kitchen table, and Inko started talking first.

"So, Izuku, do you remember how we sold the drawings you made during the exhibition to some people?" She began, testing the waters. Because his mouth was full of food, he nodded, and his mom continued speaking. "We got some of their contact information, and some of them have contacted Oyama-san, wondering if you could draw or paint for them. You don't have to, of course, and they'd pay you if you did, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?"

Izuku ran the idea through his head, and after getting confirmation that it wasn't an entirely bad idea he nodded. "My quirk doesn't think it's a bad idea on the whole, but I should still check each person to see if it's a good idea. I just don't know if I have the time, with school coming up, Katsumi, and all of the things that I need to do with my quirk. I was thinking about doing something similar with the paintings that we have in the guest room, but I don't know how to sell them even if I know the price."

Inko thought on that for a minute. Izuku certainly was spending a lot of time these days painting, but when he no longer had the entire day to do as he wished it would be an entirely different story. He was also spending his afternoons working through the list of skills that the two had compiled nearly a month ago. Izuku had spent hundreds of hours over the summer learning skills at random. His first two were dancing and sewing, which were relatively quick to master as best he could at a combined 35 hours of time.

Both were relatively simple to the extent that Izuku could perform them, and neither were particularly relevant to hero work, but they had benefits that Izuku could feel even while not performing said activities. Dancing caused him to be more graceful as he moved, causing him to get tired more slowly and making him more aware of people around him as he moved.

When he first fought Katsumi with a sword after he started seriously learning, he noticed the difference immediately. There was a certain rhythm to how they fought, to how the stronger girl moved around before trying to hit him that he couldn't ignore. He couldn't take advantage of the knowledge as much as he may have liked because of the difference in their physical ability, but he could see how he would change what he did if he was faster.

Sewing also turned out to be more supplementary then practical, teaching him hand-eye co-ordination, finger dexterity, and generally improving his ability to work precisely with his hands. He noticed a minor effect on the steadiness of his hands while painting and the speed he could write at, but for now those were the known benefits of sewing.

He had tried out a few other skills, including cooking, strategy, and programming, but none of those seemed to reach a level where they had any effect on his life, nor was he anywhere close to mastering any of them.

It was odd – he had previously sorted the skills based on how easy they would be to learn, what order it was best to learn them in, and so many other metrics, but he just didn't feel like following them. Just because something was theoretically optimal didn't mean he had to do it that way. After all, people weren't robots, working with the algorithms Izuku had grown to love and hate.

Anyone could follow the path Izuku had laid out before him – he had checked. Some could definitely follow it faster or slower, were they in his shoes. The difference between the perfect path to take and the path he chose to walk was what made him different from everyone else, and what differentiated everyone from each other.

He had considered trying to teach other people to do what he did, but he had quickly found out that most people wouldn't be able to make the same progress that he did. A hidden aspect of his quirk, he had found out, was that it built muscle memory at an incredible rate. As soon as his quirk identified something that he did as correct, he found that he could easily repeat that action and the more he repeated it the easier it became.

He had already known this to some degree, what with the art and swordfighting quickly becoming easier to perform without confirming with his quirk at every step of the process. Now that he had the words for it, however, it had joined the list of quirk rules hidden on the fridge.

Back to the conversation, Inko replied. "I can give Oyama-san a call and see what she thinks about acting as a neutral third party for us, and I'll give you a list of the people who sent us commissions. Free time during the school year…"

Inko trailed off. Izuku would likely want to spend as much time as he could either learning something new or playing with Katsumi. The only time he'd be able to work on commissions was on the weekends, which the two of them usually spent together in the library or at home when they weren't with the Bakugous.

"…we'll find a way. Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, okay?"

Izuku nodded. Later that night, he scrolled through the list, marking down which offers were good ideas and which were not. The range of clients was very wide as well, from people that gave company names as their contact information to random people to hero names. He didn't recognize any of the names on the list, but he quickly sorted the people who were "good" clients, marking those who were deemed bad so that their requests could be politely declined.

The next morning, Inko got in contact with Oyama Kameyo once again and began to work out the logistics of how they could sell the paintings or do commissions for people while going through her as a third party. After the success of the art exhibition and the sum she had earned from helping the two sell their previous artwork, she happily settled for an 8% commission on the final sale of all artwork for using one of the rooms in the building to meet with clients and paint for them as well as handling the transactions between them.

In the last week of summer, Izuku split his time between playing with Katsumi and programming. He had been inspired by the uses of technology in one of the books he had read more recently, and upon figuring out that he could replicate a smart assistant by the time school started and, with enough time, a virtual intelligence, he immediately began his quest to create one.

The method he was using to create it was an odd mixture of his algorithmic method and his current knowledge. He had spent quite a while beforehand planning the general structure of the program with the aid of his quirk, but focusing too much on the details was for people who couldn't predict the future.

For the hours he spent typing away at his desk, there was only one thought running through his mind. A single question, formulated to prevent any mishaps and lead him to his goal as quickly as possible.

'The key on the keyboard that I am currently looking at is the correct one to press to write the program for an optimal smart assistant that can help me with anything I will need it to.'

Over the time he spent working on the program, Izuku learned a few interesting things. Firstly, that there were a hundred and five keys on the keyboard he was typing on. Secondly, that there quite a few keys that were never used when typing. Thirdly, that he could gain a sense of what key was going to be pressed next after eight hours into the process.

Despite the monotony, it was good practice for Izuku using his quirk. He noticed a marked improvement in his ability to detect the momentary truth that occurred when he found the correct character before pressing it and beginning the next cycle.

On the Saturday before school began, he had finished his smart assistant program. It was the early afternoon when he stepped away from the computer he had bought with his art money and went looking for his mom.

Inko was in her office, and when Izuku barged in and started rambling about something she couldn't make out, she resorted to one of her tried-and-true methods of calming him down – picking him up with her quirk and giving him a patient stare until he returned to normal talking speeds.

"Come on, mom, you have to see this! It's so cool! It's like those things from the pre-quirk era that are in all those books! You have to see it!"

His mom sighed. "What actually is it, Izuku? You've been typing at your computer all this week, what could you have-" Her voice cut off. Connecting the dots of computer, books, and pre-quirk era, she jumped to the worst possible conclusion before dismissing it. Surely Izuku would have checked before he made an AI, and surely that would take longer than a week, right?

When she stepped into Izuku's room and first heard the computer talk back as Izuku talked to it, she felt a sense of dread. She had read the classics, and intelligent computers were never a good sign for humanity.

"Izuku," she began, "Please tell me that you did not make an artificial intelligence while I wasn't paying attention. You did read to the end of those books, right?"

"Oh, no, it's not intelligent, I can't do that yet. Maybe in a year or so, but that would take a lot of time." Izuku missed Inko's sigh of relief and the subsequent tensing of most of her muscle groups. "This is just a smart assistant. It can't think on its own and it isn't really alive, and it isn't even connected to the internet! I just made it to keep track of things so that I could multitask more efficiently. As soon as I test it, I'll put in things like the list of skills, the books I've read, and all the rules we came up with. I made sure that my computer isn't connected to the internet so it's harder to hack, but eventually I need to build a different server for it."

Izuku swallowed and continued his speech. "Isn't it cool! I haven't really tested what it can do yet, but it can recognize my voice and talk back, even if it doesn't hear me right sometimes. I also haven't really… named it yet. I was hoping that you could help me come up with a name?"

Inko sat down on Izuku's bed as he spun around on the chair in front of his desk. Practical and methodical as he could be, Izuku was still as impulsive as ever. "Izuku, do you know the three laws of robotics?" Inko began, trying to impress on her son the foolishness of creating an artificial intelligence. When he shook his head, she sighed once more. "Before you write another line of code, I want you to look those up, do you understand?"

At her son's nod, she began to think about naming the smart assistant. There was mention of their use at the very end of the pre-quirk era, but the world had fallen to pieces so quickly that they had never caught on. Their names, as well as the names of various AIs from books and movies, were immediately out of consideration.

As she sat there thinking, Izuku began to play around with the voice settings until he found one that he liked. The voice he settled on was similar to Masaru's, with a similar timbre and pitch, but it had a much more articulated style of speech that would have sounded odd coming from the mouth of any human.

Jokingly, Inko suggested "M2" for a name, as an abbreviation for "Masaru-2". Izuku, after thinking about it for a few minutes, decided that he liked the name. Besides, who better to name it after than the man who taught him how to code?

With that, it was decided. "Smart Assistant, your name is now 'Masaru-2'. Please also respond to M2."

The computer spoke back. "Primary designation 'Masaru-2' accepted from creator Izuku. Secondary designation 'M2' accepted from creator Izuku. Standing by."

Izuku turned to face his mom. "Come on, mom, introduce yourself!"

Inko stood up from the bed and walked over to the computer. Before she opened her mouth, Izuku began to speak. "M2, create new user. Access level admin, standby for introduction."

"New admin profile created. Standing by."

Inko bent down to make sure that the computer's microphone would pick up her voice well. "Hello, M2. My name is Midoriya Inko, and I am Izuku's mother."

The computer was silent for a second, the display showing a progress bar that rapidly filled up. "Welcome, admin Inko. Primary designation: 'Midoriya Inko'. Secondary designation: 'Creator Izuku's mother'. Potential tertiary designations: 'Mom', 'Inko', 'admin Inko'. Please read the text on-screen as clearly as possible to create a voice profile."

As Inko went through the steps, she began to wonder how sophisticated the smart assistant actually was. She was no historical expert, but the pre-quirk smart assistants were riddled with errors and had no such ability to create distinct user profiles based on their voices. Her son, who had nowhere near the funding or the manpower of the massive corporations, had managed to build this in a week, most of which was taken up by playing around, eating, sleeping, reading, or painting.

Looking towards the left of the display, she saw the window of his coding environment in the background. He was on the main file right now, which totaled less than a thousand lines of code, but there were a great number of other files underneath it with names like 'voice_recognition_main' and 'semantic_analyzer' that were much larger by file size.

Shaking her head, she decided not to question it too much. It was probably the result of his quirk in one way or another, or maybe he had gotten some code from the internet. There was no way he had written hundreds of thousands of lines of code over the past two days, right?

After she finished setting up her profile in her son's smart assistant, she turned to look at the little creator. "Izuku, how about you leave the smart assistant alone for the night and let Masaru look at it tomorrow? Is that a good idea?"

Izuku, who wanted nothing more than to play with his latest toy more, conceded that it was a good idea according to his quirk and minimized the program before shutting the computer. At that action, the amount of time he had spent single-mindedly tying away got to him, and he rushed to the living room to find an interesting book to read.

For the rest of the afternoon, Izuku indulged in mindless fantasy, not even trying to find out what the point of the book was.

The next morning, Izuku and his mom walked over to the Bakugou's house, with Izuku wearing the backpack he had recently gotten for his first day of school. Inside the backpack were the school supplies he had packed for tomorrow and the laptop with M2 running on it.

After a filling breakfast, Izuku brought his backpack over to the table instead of running off to play with Katsumi. When he pulled out the laptop from his bag, a glint of mischief appeared in Inko's eyes.

"Uncle Masaru, I have something to show you! Guess what it is!" Izuku called out as he opened the computer, making sure that the volume was off and that the older man couldn't see the screen.

"I don't know, Izuku. What do you have to show me?" he replied, curious.

Izuku clicked on the icon on the taskbar before turning up the volume. "Say hello to M2!"

"Hello, M2?" The man tried out, unsure of what would happen.

"Hello, unknown user." The computer spoke, causing Masaru to fall over backwards in his chair. Before he hit the ground, Inko caught him with her quirk and set both him and his chair back up.

Izuku smiled cheerfully. "M2, create new user. Access level user, standby for introduction."

"New user profile created. Standing by."

As the older man stared at the computer in shock, Izuku eventually felt the need to prompt him. "Come on, Uncle Masaru, tell M2 your name!"

The man shook his head, promising himself to ask the questions racing through his mind later. "Um, hello M2. My name is Bakugou Masaru."

"Welcome, user Masaru. Primary designation: 'Bakugou Masaru'. Secondary designation: 'Uncle Masaru'. Potential tertiary designations: 'Masaru', 'Uncle', 'Original', 'Reference'. Please read the text on-screen as clearly as possible to create a voice profile."

After he finished reading the text on-screen, he turned towards Izuku. "How did you do this? How did you make… M2? Is he truly intelligent? Why does he sound like me?"

Inko began to answer his questions as Izuku walked Katsumi through setting up a profile of her own. "Izuku's been working on it all week, though I didn't know he was until he finished it yesterday. Don't worry, I made sure to ask him about the whole AI issue and M2 isn't really intelligent. It's more like one of the pre-quirk smart assistants according to him, but I wanted you to take a look at it while the two of them played this morning."

Inko's smile shifted almost unnoticeably as she continued. "As for why it sounds like you, that was Izuku's doing. After all, with it being named after you, how could it sound different?"

By this point, Katsumi had finished getting set up and the two had ran off, leaving Inko with the highest authority over M2.

"M2, please create a new user profile."

"User recognized: Inko. Access level: admin. Please state the access level of the new user profile."

Looking over at her friend, she smiled and said, "User level, M2."

"Standing by for introduction."

Mitsuki put a hand over her heart dramatically as she leaned backwards. "How could you do this to me, Inko? Not even making me as powerful as you? I feel betrayed, that my own friend would-"

Inko cut her off, massaging her temples. "Just introduce yourself to M2 and get over with it. Besides, I'm not even sure I can create admin accounts. I don't even know if there are levels outside of user, admin, and creator."

M2 helpfully chimed in. "There are a total of four access levels at present: user, privileged, admin, and creator. Only admins and the creator can create new accounts, and they can only create accounts with a lower access level than their own."

All three adults stared at the laptop on the table before them. The smart assistant had noticed the subject they were talking about and had given helpful information relatively unprompted. None of them were entirely sure what to expect from M2, but the claim that it wasn't intelligent was really beginning to raise questions about what Izuku considered intelligent.

After Mitsuki finished setting up her profile, Masaru pulled the computer towards himself and minimized the window representing M2. Because it was still running, the code was in a read-only state, but that was enough for Masaru. As he looked through the names of the different files, trying to decide where to begin, he asked M2 a question.

"M2, can you hear me?"

"User recognized: Masaru. I can hear you."

"M2, why did Inko say that you were named after me?"

As he clicked on the 'voice_recognition_main' file, M2 responded. "As of 15:41:02.27 yesterday, my primary designation has been 'Masaru-2', with the abbreviation 'M2' as my secondary designation. These designations were implemented by creator Izuku approximately seven minutes into runtime. Hypothesis: user Masaru is older than 'Masaru-2', hence the naming scheme. I have no further information."

Inko took over for the computer as the man tried to make sense of the code before him. He recognized the language but had never worked with many of the functions Izuku was calling. "I suggested that Izuku should name it after you because you taught him how to code and this is the first piece of code he's ever asked about naming."

Masaru switched to another part of the code, one that dictated how the logic worked. He went and took a notepad and pen from a drawer before trying to draw out how the code was making decisions.

Seeing him struggling, Mitsuki voiced a question for the machine. "M2, can you show us how you work?"

"User recognized: Mitsuki. Access level too low, request denied."

Inko decided to try the same request. "M2, please show us how you work."

"User Recognized: Inko. Access level: Admin. Loading graphic representation."

A separate window popped up on the screen, a web of lines and text centered around the words 'Audio Input'. This representation was much easier for Masaru to process, and clicking on an individual node showed all of the others connected to it. It was a confusing 3D mess, but if one knew how to read it, it made a lot of sense.

While the two women talked, Masaru decided to try asking questions about the code and how it worked, but he always received the response that his access level was too low. After repeated failures, Inko tried to upgrade his access level. Despite succeeding in this, he still was only able to ask rudimentary questions.

One interesting experiment was when he asked M2 to highlight its process in response to a question he asked. With the model slowed down, he could see the different lights spreading through the web. It was certainly an educational experience for the man, and he was able to come to a few conclusions regarding the operation of M2.

"Alright, Inko. I've done the best I could, but I'm definitely not the best person to ask about this. I do website and server maintenance, and this is an entirely different beast. As far as I can tell, it is entirely reactionary. It only performs actions after receiving audio input, whether or not said input is actually directed at it. I can tell that it is running efficiently, given that the fans on this laptop aren't even running, but I can't help you much more on that subject."

He took a breath before continuing. "I'd agree that M2 isn't able to think for itself, making it not intelligent, but a great many people don't think for themselves, so it's more of a definitional intelligence. It definitely deserves the title smart assistant, but again, I'm not the expert here."

He leaned back in his chair. "At times, it's hard to remember that he's just four. He made this in a week?"

Inko nodded, proud of her son. She wondered if she should mention Izuku's comment about being able to make a truly intelligent program with a year to work, but decided against it for multiple reasons. First of all, she didn't have Izuku to discreetly confirm whether or not it was a good idea, as it was probably a result of his quirk in some way or another.

Secondly, she wasn't sure if Masaru would have a heart attack if she told him that. She had a limited knowledge of the development of new technology, but after the rise of quirks it became much harder to develop new technology. When corporate sabotage progressed to hiring mercenary groups to assault the headquarters of your opposition with the aid of quirks, efforts to create new technology were dropped in favor of maintaining that which already existed.

There were a few places that managed to keep developing technology in Japan, UA and I-Island notably standing out, but on the whole technological development had stagnated over the past 200 years.

To replicate something that existed before quirks was no big deal – many wealthy individuals made a hobby of collecting and maintaining pre-quirk technology, and there were surely a few smart assistants like M2 that still existed in collections. The problem was, nobody had ever achieved anything remotely close to an AI. For even the most gifted woman with an extreme intelligence quirk to create one would be a revolutionary event, let alone a five-year-old, officially quirkless, boy.

No, she decided, it was better not to let the man know about the potential that lay within her son. At least, not for now.

Later that evening, Izuku began to give M2 more information, locking it behind admin-level access. He gave it the lists of skills, the titles of books he had read, the skills he was already capable of, his physical attributes as confirmed by his quirk, and much more. It was his intention for M2 to assist him as much as possible with things like memory, planning, and keeping track of data. He was only human, after all.

After instructing M2 to plan out a schedule and see how long it would take to do everything, Izuku went to bed early. Tomorrow was his first day at elementary school, and he couldn't wait to get started.

A Week Later

Izuku was, for lack of a better word, disappointed with the new school. He had grown used to the relaxed style of preschool, where they were allowed to do whatever they wanted so long as they were following the rules and the teacher's instructions. Now, he had to sit in his seat even though he understood the concepts that were being taught, and he had to look like he was paying attention all the time.

The first assignments he was given were breezed through – basic addition, sentence structure, and something that could only remotely be called science. It honestly only took a few minutes to do the homework assignments, half of which was spent finding a highlighter for his "language arts" homework.

The only activity he actively enjoyed was helping Katsumi through the coursework as quickly as he was. Whenever they split into groups, he made sure that they were in the same group. Initially, the teachers tried to split them up because, he eventually reasoned, he was a boy and she was a girl. After Katsumi made her opinions known, however, most of the teachers backed off.

That was another new thing – having multiple teachers. Previously, he had only had Mikami-sensei, who tried to teach them all the subjects at once. Here, however, there were two teachers in the room and four others that they went to for "specials". The so-called "special" classes were physical education, art, music, and a weekly trip to the computer lab.

Art was his favorite by far, while the computer lab was infuriating. The art teacher, Kishi Suzume, was a middle-aged woman who recognized him from the art exhibition during the summer. She was perhaps Izuku's favorite teacher. Whenever she held a lecture for the first five minutes of class, he paid rapt attention to her words, and once he finished whatever project they were supposed to do that class he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

In the computer lab, however, he felt stifled. The only thing they did there on their first visit was practicing typing. While he acknowledged that he had far more experience than his classmates and built muscle memory far faster than they could ever hope to, he was typing at 110 words per minute from the second he started and he only got faster. Worst of all, the computers in the room were set up so that the screens were all visible from the place the teacher sat so he couldn't do anything but type.

When the weekend came, Izuku felt a need to do something. That Saturday, the two families met up. Izuku quickly walked his best friend through her homework, making sure that she understood it as they went, and then proceeded to pester the adults until they could go to the park.

As they fought with their swords, it was all Izuku could do to maintain his usual composure and not fight like Katsumi was. The two ran around and played tag, climbed trees, and generally burned off the energy that had built up over the week.

That afternoon, Izuku dove into his latest skill to learn. He had run online copies of the medical texts through M2 and had the assistant quiz him by giving him images of people and had him try to guess their quirks. The point of this exercise was to be able to immediately identify the quirk of anyone he met as well as to try and find more ways to make use of the knowledge he had.

He had discovered several correlations between people's quirks and their personalities, though he couldn't prove them without the use of his own quirk. For example, his mom could bring things closer to herself but not push them away. Did this cause her to be a kinder and more loving person who found it hard to break relationships, or was her quirk a result of her personality?

In truth, the answer was a combination of the two. As of now, he hadn't found which of the two was the origin, but there was no real way to know. He could ask his quirk all he wanted, but without the base of medical knowledge to draw from, he had no way to confirm that what he asked was actually true. It was like the voice in his head – before he knew what a quirk was, it agreed with his naming of it, but once he knew, all of the answers changed.

For now, Izuku thought as he opened his next book while answering M2's intermittent questions, the only thing he could do was learn.