"I'm sorry, Ms. Midoriya, there is nothing that can be done. Izuku is never going to be a hero."

The woman flinched. "D-Don't you think that's a little harsh, doctor?"

"'Harsh'…," began the man. "...is letting your child run off to play heroes and villains, knowing full well that he won't make it through his first fight." The doctor sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "Look, either you let him keep going on and on about being a hero… or you bury him. It's your choice."

Sometime later, Izuku and his mother had arrived home after a dramatically quiet car ride. The two stepped into the hallway. "C-Can we watch All Might, Mama?"

Izuku's mother, her eyes filled with tears, slowly approached the boy before slapping his cheek. "Don't ever utter that man's name again!" she yelled. "I don't ever want to hear the word 'hero' come out of your mouth again! Do you understand me?!"

Izuku placed his hand on his cheek. He had never seen his mother look so terrifying. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Inko saw the terrified look on her son's face and recoiled, ducking into her room and closing the door behind her. "I'm so sorry, Izuku," she whispered as she leaned against the door. The woman spent the rest of the night crying.

Izuku placed his hand on his cheek, feeling the fresh wound. He clenched his fist as the world began to fade away.

A sliver of horizontal light emerged as Izuku cracked open his eyes. He was in a hospital bed. "What the-!" Izuku coughed as he sat up, noticing the tube that was hanging from his nose. He brought his hand up and grabbed the tube before yanking it out of his body. He did the same for the needles in his forearm.

"I can't pay for something like this!"

It was then that Izuku noticed that his body felt much lighter. The mirror in the corner of the room showed no changes physically had occurred. "I feel… like the air," said the boy, holding his hands up as he basked in the new feeling.

"Midoriya-San!" shouted a voice, throwing open the door to his room. The nurse looked around the empty room. "Where'd he go?!"

Izuku stood atop the roof of the massive hospital building. "Huh?" he deadpanned. "How did I get here?" He looked around, noticing the dissipating smoke trails leading out of the exhaust outlet for the hospital's ventilation system. "Is that…?"

Images of a battle flashed throughout Izuku's mind as he remembered the events of the prior day. He held his hands up once again, trying to summon something. "C'mon…," he began. "I know you're in there. I can feel it!"

He continued straining before suddenly his arm began to emit smoke from its pores. Not yet used to the feeling, Izuku panicked as he emitted too much. He whipped his arm forward, sending out a wave of smoke. "I… I have a quirk!"

His mind raced with thoughts on why he suddenly had a quirk. "Could it have been that meteor?" he wondered. "W-Was that even real?"

He brought his fist up, examining it.

"I don't want to ever hear the word hero come out of your mouth again!"

The voice of his mother echoed in his mind as he stopped the flow of smoke. His fist released as he placed it by his side. "So what if you have a quirk, moron," said the boy. "A nobody with a quirk is still a nobody. You're supposed to be a nobody; it's what you were born for."

"M-Midoriya-san?" asked a female voice.

Izuku turned around, looking in the direction of the voice. His eyes widened. "You…!"

Katsuki Bakugou had arrived home from school at the usual time. "Mom!" he yelled, knowing the woman was home after seeing her car in the driveway. "Are we going to go see Deku today?"

A moment of silence passed. "Mooom!" Katsuki sighed as once again the woman didn't answer. He marched towards the living room and peeked around the corner. "Dammit, you old hag! Don't ignore-!"

Sitting on the couch was Deku and a girl he had never seen before. On Deku's lap lay his mother's head as a small red mark was on her forehead.

"Yo!" said Izuku.

Katsuki calmly closed the distance on the boy who looked like Izuku before placing his hand on the green mop of hair and getting ready to blow it to pieces. "You'd better start talking before I blow your head off your shoulders, you sad-sack of meat."

"What do you wanna know?" asked Izuku, raising his hands up.

"Bakugou-san, I don't think-!" The raven-haired girl received a glare from the boy that let her know that she should stop talking.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Midoriya Izuku, age 14… or- I suppose I'm 15 now, huh?"

"Is that right?" Katsuki asked. "Well, if you are who you say you are, then tell me something only Deku would know about me."

"Like what?"

Katsuki thought for a moment. "What's the name of my favorite hero."

"Do you want the actual name or the hero name?"

Katsuki pushed his hand harder into the boy's head. "What do you think?"

Izuku sighed. "Real name: Bakugou Katsuki; hero name: King Explosion Murder."

Katsuki scoffed as he shoved the boy's head forward. He walked around the couch and moved towards the kitchen. "When'd you wake up?"

"Just a couple of hours ago."

"Shouldn't they call us when you wake up?" the boy asked as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. "By the way… what the hell happened to Mom?"

"Oh, I wanted to surprise her, so I asked the hospital not to tell her."

Katsuki sighed as he cracked open a can of soda. "That makes sense…" His eyes drifted to the unknown woman. "Who's the chick?" The boy asked, sitting down on the unoccupied loveseat in the room.

"This is-"

"Yaoyorozu Momo!" she exclaimed as she stood up and bowed. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bakugou Katsuki-san!"

Katsuki blinked. "Riiigght…" He looked around the girl and back towards Izuku. "You know…, they said that you weren't supposed to wake up. Ever."

"Yeah, I know; Momo filled me in on the way over here."

"Speaking of, why is she here?"

"I was visiting Midoriya-san in the hospital when he woke up," replied the girl.

"How? The only people allowed in the room with him were his family."

"I would watch him through the window on the door," said the girl plainly. "After taking a restroom break, I came back to find his nurse exclaiming that he was nowhere to be found. That was until I saw-!"

It was then that a stirring came from Izuku's lap. Mitsuki gasped. "Icchan!" she yelled, sitting up and wrapping the boy in a massive hug, snuggling his head into her bosom. "I thought it was just a dream!" she cried. "You really are awake! It's been so long."

The woman's eyes opened and drifted towards the girl sitting on the couch opposite her and Izuku. "K-Katsuki! Is this your girlfriend?!"

"I most certainly am not!" exclaimed the girl, huffing.

"I see-"

Mitsuki watched as the girl darted towards Izuku's free side and clasped his arm with her own, snuggling her head into his shoulder. "I'm Midoriya-san's girlfriend!"

"HUH?!" Izuku stood up from the couch. "When did that happen?!"

"After you saved me from those monsters, of course!" explained the girl. "Why else would someone other than a pro hero risk their lives to save someone, if not for love?"

"That's not it at all!" defended Izuku. "My body just moved on its own!"

"Yes!" exclaimed the girl standing up with stars in her eyes. "And your body was prodded by your heart, Midoriya-san! That's the truest form of love!"

"That's not even close to what I meant!"

The girl approached Izuku. "It's okay, Midoriya-san. One day your mind will catch up with your heart, and we'll fall deeply in love with each other!" She clasped the boy's hand in her own two. "Then we'll be closer than ever!"

Suddenly, the two collapsed to the ground, landing on their knees. Momo winced as strands of pink, light blue, and purple sparkles traveled from the base of her neck, along the point of contact, and forced their way into the pores along Izuku's arm.

"Yaoyorozu, what are you doing to him?!" yelled Mitsuki as she tried to pry the two apart. However, it appeared that the two were cemented at the hand. "S-Stop it!"

It was then that the two broke apart, falling on their backs. Momo caught her breath "I-It wasn't me."

"Well, it couldn't have been Deku!" barked Katsuki. "He doesn't have a quirk; how the hell could he do something like that?!"

Momo grew a look of surprise. "You haven't told them?"

"T-Told us what, Icchan?"

Izuku sighed as he propped himself up.

"You mean to tell us that you were struck by a meteor?" asked Katsuki. "That sounds like a load of-"

"You don't have to believe me, Kacchan," said the boy. "I just have to tell you the truth. I mean, when you found me, you didn't question why I was asleep on the roof of some random building with a football-sized hole in my shirt?"

"I don't know why you do half of the idiot shit that you do, I just figured it was some new trend."

"Oh yeah, cause I always follow the latest trends," said Izuku, rolling his eyes.

"So, you drain people's quirks?" asked Mitsuki. "That's insane, Icchan."

"Yeah…," said Izuku, looking towards Momo. "Sorry about that, Yaoyorozu. I'll figure out a way to give it back."

"Huh?" asked the girl. "Give what back?"

"Y-Your quirk. I just drained it from you, remember?"

Momo held out her arm as a tiny matryoshka doll popped out from her skin. "I still have my quirk."

"Huh?! Th-Then how did I completely drain that smoke villain's power?!"

"I did feel off for a bit while you were telling that story," began Momo. "Perhaps there is an adjustment period while your body gets used to the new quirk factor."

"That would make sense," said Izuku. "My body is mature enough to the point that if I did get a new quirk factor, it would only take a matter of minutes before it fully developed. I'm sure that if a newborn had the same body structure as a fifteen-year-old, that it would develop its quirk factor in a matter of minutes as well, compared to the average of four years…" Izuku trailed off as he looked up, watching the three of them react to his marathon of muttering.

"Wow, Midoriya-san. I had no idea you were that intellectual! That's amazing!"

Izuku blushed. "It was just the most obvious inference," he defended. "It's not like I'm actually smart enough to figure that out on my own."

"Quit the crap, Deku. If you had actually attended school half the time, you would have been at the top of the class. You moron…"

"You know, I had him tested one time," began Mitsuki. "And it turns out that his IQ is actually 210!"

"210?!" asked Momo.

Izuku sighed. "Auntie, I already told you that test was bogus. They only give you high IQs so you'll brag about it to others, making them want to take that test as well. It's just advertising."

"But Katsuki's was only-!"

"Shut it, you old hag! Don't go telling everybody my IQ!"

Sometime later, Katsuki and Izuku slipped out of the house. "So, what did you drag me out here for, Kacchan?" asked the green-haired Midoriya.

"Here." Katsuki turned to face the boy, reaching his hand out. "Take it."

"What?!" Izuku recoiled in shock. "You're giving me your quirk?!"

"Duh," said the boy. "Now take it before I change my mind."

"Wh-Why?"

"Because I want to show you something important." He thrust his hand once more towards Izuku. "This is your last cha-!"

The two connected as streams of black smoke, ash, and tiny yellow explosions traveled along the point of contact and forced their way into Izuku. The two broke apart.

"I'm getting oddly used to that."

"Idiot!" shouted Katsuki. "I wasn't done talking! Don't just catch me off guard like that!"

"Sorry," said Izuku, feigning a whoopsie-daisy look. "Silly me!"

The two continued on their walk, as Izuku remained clueless about the destination. It was oddly quiet, which gave Izuku a sense that something was wrong.

Katsuki walked ahead of the boy, leading him. Thankfully, Izuku couldn't see the sullen expression on the boy's face. "This is what he felt like for fourteen years?"

After twenty minutes, the duo had arrived at their destination: Dagobah Municipal Beach Park.

Izuku grew a look of disgust as he laid eyes on the multiple mountains of trash that littered the so-called "beach."

"Why the hell did you bring me here?"

"It's inconspicuous," replied Katsuki. He turned to look at the boy. "Oy," he began, lighting small sparks in his hand as he brought it up. "My quirk is back… Let's fight."

"Momo-chan, are you okay?" asked Mitsuki as she and the girl prepared dinner together. She had decided that it would be a good chance to examine the girl if she stayed for a meal. "You've looked a little… umm, shaken up since Izuku drained your quirk."

The girl froze. "I... I umm…"

"Hmm?" asked Mitsuki. "What is it, Momo-chan?"

She gestured the woman closer and whispered something in her ear. Mitsuki grew a massive blush. "Y-Yeah… bottom drawer on the right side of the dresser in my room." She watched as the girl left for her room. Her eyes drifted downwards. "Does it really feel that good?"