A loud explosion rocked through the U.A. campus, several trees getting uprooted as a blonde and blue blur rocketed through the woods surrounding the campus, demolishing anything and everything it came in contact with its violent trajectory. Skidding across the forest floor, creating a long trench, the projectile slowly came to a stop, lying motionless, buried beneath a large mound of dirt.
"Toga-chan! I'm sorry!" Appearing next to the wide trench, One For All crackling over his skin, Izuku worriedly wrung his hands together as he looked back at the long trail of destruction he had inadvertently caused. "That was harder then I intended."
Popping out of the dirt mound with a bright grin, a comical pile of dirt resting atop her blonde locks, Toga easily extracted herself from the deep trench, playfully hopping up to the boy's side, little puffs of dust trailing after.
"That was a big one Izu-kun!" The godlike girl giggled merrily as she wiped a bit of mud from her nose, her dirty hands only smearing more on, leaving her face a bigger mess than when she had started. "Really knocked my socks off!"
Proving her point, Toga lifted her leg to show the green-haired boy her bare foot, one of her shoes completely missing, the godly schoolgirl playfully wiggling her toes a bit before placing it back on the ground. In the blink of an eye, her shoe appeared back on her foot, all the dirt covering her, as well as the vast destruction caused to the campus grounds, disappearing without a trace.
"A little lighter next time, hmm, Izu-kun?" Bending forward, her cleavage prominently displayed within her tight sports bra, causing Izuku to quickly avoid his gaze, Toga gave the boy a tooth-filled grin before standing upright once more, her hands clasped casually behind her back.
After the class's battle with the Big Three and their little Karaoke outing, Izuku had asked Toga to help him train, the green-haired boy wanting to become stronger, to finally stand up for himself and take that extra step further toward becoming a true hero. And what better training partner than god herself.
Toga had readily agreed, obviously, swooning and cheering at how amazing and cool her Izu-kun was, practically dragging him off toward the forest, barely giving him time to get into his training gear. The godlike blonde simply chose to wear her regular gym clothes, sans shirt. It had taken Izuku a couple of minutes to get over seeing so much of Toga's bare, pale skin, trying to keep his flustered gaze from constantly wandering back to her trim stomach and her sizable breasts packed in a black sports bra.
"Right." Grinning softly, Izuku lowered down into a battle stance, the familiar glow of Full Cowling enveloping his body as he launched himself at the blonde schoolgirl, his leg rearing back for a quick strike.
Easily sidestepping his initial kick, her hands still playfully clasped behind her back, Toga giggled happily as she casually dodged every one of Izuku's attacks, predicting every one of his moves before he could throw them. Undeterred, Izuku only sped up his flurry of attacks, strong gusts of air flying off from every kick, causing several trees to sway dangerously and Toga's hair to whip about in a frenzy.
"Nice, Izu-kun!" Cheering the mop-headed boy on, Toga casually leaned back, the sole of Izuku's boot missing her nose by mere inches, a wide smile on her lips as she watched him easily readjust in mid-air, aiming at her head with an overhead strike. Moving forward, the godlike girl met the steel of his boot head-on, literally, as she deflected his attack with a simple headbutt.
Reeling back from the force of the attack, Izuku had to twist a couple times in the air before landing back on the ground in a low crouch, staring wide-eyed at the godlike girl before him, Toga playfully rapping her knuckles on her forehead, not a mark to be found on her skin.
Smirking back at the girl across from him, Izuku couldn't help but laugh at how powerless he was compared to the blonde schoolgirl, one of his strongest attacks not even leaving the smallest of scratches on Toga's indestructible skin. But, despite how defeating it should feel, knowing he was so easily outclassed, the green-haired boy was feeling nothing but excitement, the rush of fighting an unstoppable foe causing the adrenaline in his veins to fire up. He was having fun.
And so Izuku continued onward, throwing everything he had at the godly blonde, every move casually sidestepped or blocked with a simple flick of her finger or puff of air from her lips, the green-haired boy never faltering as he switched up his tactics every time with speed and depth of foresight that made Toga feel weak at the knees. He was just the greatest!
"Ne, Toga-chan?" In the middle of a flurry of kicks, Toga answering with a simple 'hmm?' as she moved her head a bit to the side, Izuku's foot sailing passed with a large gust of wind. "I think I want to sign up for a work study."
"What!?" Shouting out in surprise, Toga caught the wielder of One For All's next kick with ease, Izuku letting out a shocked cry as he was suddenly flung to the side as the blonde schoolgirl danced happily in place, her golden eyes sparkling brightly with excitement. "Izu-kun, that's awesome!"
"I'll go wherever you go!" Looking over to where her green-haired love once stood, Toga blinked owlishly as she found Izuku lying in a heap on the ground, his body splayed upside down against the side of a tree, its trunk collapsed from where his body had impacted with it.
"Oh, whoops."
"So, where were you thinking of applying?"
Walking through the empty halls of the U.A. building, dressed in their school uniforms once more, Izuku's back now healed from his sudden trip into the side of a tree, which Toga had profusely apologized for for several minutes, an ashamed grin on her face as she repaired the damage she had done both to him and the scenery.
"I was considering asking Gran Torino if he would be open to having me. I did learn a lot from him during my internship." Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Izuku quickly scrolled through the list of contacts in his phone, looking for his former mentor's name.
"Eww, an old man?" Toga sighed heavily as she threw her head back in exasperation, a greatly displeased look on her face, pouting childishly at having to possibly spend time with the grousing old-timer. Why did Izuku associate with so many annoying people? Lucky for him that she showed up, huh?
"Aizawa said you didn't have to apply for the work study, right?" Izuku asked, confusion plainly written on his face. "You don't have to come along if you don't want to."
"Hey, I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" Throwing the green-haired boy a cheeky wink, Toga ran a bit ahead before spinning around to face Izuku with a cute little smile, one the wielder of One For All gladly returned. He had to admit that he was secretly hoping Toga would be coming along to his mentorship, greatly enjoying his time with the fun-loving blonde.
"I'll give him a call." Pressing the call button next to Gran Torino's name, the future number 1 hero feeling a bright smile curve at the corner of his lips, excited to learn more from the teacher of his idol. Toga could feel a smile of her own starting to spread on her face, her palms pressed over her blushing cheeks as she stared at the adorable sight before her, wanting nothing more than to pick the green-haired up and just cuddle him for hours.
"Yes, what is it?" Perking up at the weathered voice on the other line, the familiar gruffness of the Jet Pro Hero making the mop-headed boy grin widely.
"Gran Torino!" Giggling at her beloved's adorably excited tone, Toga quickly hopped over to his side, a small blush creeping onto Izuku's face as she leaned in to listen in on the conversation, her cheek smushed up against his own freckled one. The young hero had to do his best to keep the focus on his phone call and not on how wonderfully soft Toga's skin was or how nice her body pressing into his side felt.
"If this is about the work study, then it's a no." A brief silence fell upon the pair, the soft bustle of school activity the only sound to be heard as Izuku's jaw slowly fell open.
"Eeeh, what?! Why?!" Snapping away from Izuku's face from the sudden screech, lightly rubbing her ears, Toga stared confused at the green-haired boy, wondering what this meant for him now.
"I'm too busy dealing with an investigation to babysit you right now. I'm not even the owner of a qualified agency." Gran Torino lightly rubbed his tired eyes, partially from exhaustion and partially due to his former intern's reaction, Izuku nervously stuttering on the other end of the line.
The Jet hero was too old to deal with all of this, his eyes scanning another one of the hundreds of pages of possible evidence in taking down the rest of the League of Villains, Gran Torino having dedicated himself to erasing the last vestiges of corruption and evil All For One had left in the world. It was the least he could do after failing both Shimura and Toshinori.
"What should I do now? You're pretty much the only one who knows about One For All that could teach me." Looking over his shoulder at the godlike girl standing slightly behind him, Toga blinking her eyes curiously at him, Izuku briefly considered the option of having her teach him. She was capable of knowing everything, right? Maybe that extended to teaching as well.
"Why not Sir Nighteye, then? He was All Might's sidekick after all." Perking up at the name, his emerald eyes once more alight with hope, Izuku could feel the excitement in him start to build again. Sir Nighteye! Of course! Why hadn't he thought of that before?! Who better to learn from than All Might's very own sidekick!
"That's a great idea, Gran Torino! Thank you!" Holding the phone away from his ear at his former student's exuberant cry, the old hero couldn't help but smile, the young boy's enthusiasm for heroism truly being something to admire. If only he weren't so emotional all the time.
"Toshinori should be able to get you in contact with him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to get through." Shuffling through a bunch more pages, Gran Torino offhandedly greeted Tsukauchi as he walked through the door.
"Yes, of course. Thank you again. Gran Torino!" Profusely thanking All Might's former teacher, the mop-headed boy excitedly turned to the waiting blonde, idly pressing the end call button on his phone. "Hey Toga-chan, we nee-"
'Toga?' Raising his eyebrow at the last snippet of conversation, Gran Torino remembered a brief conversation he had with Toshinori about a worrying student of his, one that left the former Number 1 hero feeling greatly ill at ease. What was Izuku doing spending time with her?
"Wonderful. Just more worries to deal with." Leaning back on the office couch, the Jet hero took an idle sip of his tea, wondering when he will finally get to enjoy his retirement and not constantly have to look out for former students of his.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Grabbing ahold of Izuku's hand, her fingers intertwining with his, Toga began dragging the mop-headed boy toward the faculty lounge, the pairs joyous laughter echoing through the U.A. halls.
"I refuse."
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the faculty lounge as All Might bluntly refused Izuku's request, the teachers and Toga looking on with various degrees of confusion and sympathy, and one with absolute fury, the godlike girl trying her best not to pull the former Number 1 hero's sunken eyes right out of his skull. Maybe then he'd see how stupid he was being for denying her Izu-kun!
"I'm not saying that to be mean. I have four reasons why I believe it is a bad idea." Holding up his hand, All Might slowly lifted each one as he ran down the multiple reasons why he had to reject his successor's request, each one followed by a quick commentary from the assembled teachers in the room.
"1. I voted against the work study during the meeting. I don't believe first years necessarily have to start now. 2. I believe you need to first power up your Shoot Style. 3. I have my own personal misgivings with Aizawa's decision."
Taking a quick glance out of the corner of his eye at the blonde schoolgirl, Toga currently harassing Midnight by playfully prodding at her costume, trying to cause a rip in the thin fabric, All Might remembering the disturbing things he had witnessed on those security screens. He knew that wherever Izuku went, she would surely find a way to follow and that's what had him worried. The former Number 1 hero did not want her anywhere where they couldn't monitor her safely. Who knows what she could be planning if she were unleashed to the outer world?
"And 4. Sir Nighteye. There are reasons that make it hard for me to talk to him." All Might's last reason came out slightly strained, his voice taking on a soft, bashful tone as he broke eye-contact with his student out of embarrassment. Everyone stared at the blonde man with exasperated looks of disbelief, unable to understand how the greatest hero ever could act so childish about talking to an old teammate.
"I.." The whole room turned to stare at the young hero, everyone staring dumbstruck at the strong, resolute look in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he looked determinedly at his mentor.
"I have to get stronger. I have to train with Sir Nighteye, to prove to myself that I am as good as you, that I can someday rise above and be my own hero! That I can be a hero that stands on his own!"
'Young Midoriya….something has changed in you. You are still the wonderful hero I know you to be, but you are different, more independent.' Looking over at the blonde girl once more, a brilliant smile on her lips as she stared lovingly at Izuku, her golden eyes full of nothing but adoration for the boy, All Might had to wonder if she was partially responsible for his new attitude.
"Oh!" Clapping her hands together loudly, everyone turned their attention to the bothersome schoolgirl, Toga looked like she just had a realization, her mouth curled into a surprised 'O' as she looked over at the green-haired boy. "Didn't doll eyes say he was mentoring under Nighteye? Maybe he can introduce you."
"Eh? Really?" Emerald orbs shining brightly at the boisterous blonde, Izuku flipped his gaze between his mentor and Toga, an enthusiastic grin curling on his lips.
Gulping loudly, All Might stared in wide-eyed shock at the bun-haired girl, wondering how the hell she came about this information. All Might had not seconds before she mentioned it been prepared to tell Izuku that very same piece of info. It was as if she had read his mind.
Toga turned to give All Might a wickedly evil grin, a slight shiver running down the former Pro Hero's back at the sinister aura surrounding his pupil, the godlike girl quickly snapped back into her previous cheerful demeanor as she skipped over to Izuku's side, happily clutching onto his arm as they both stared expectantly at their teacher.
Sighing heavily, All Might stood up slowly out of his desk chair, his fragile body making the action a chore as he quietly made his way to the door. A good hero knew when he was beaten.
"Let's set up a meeting for you."
"Ah man, Toga, you really are strong. You totally wiped the floor with us. The future for hero's looks bright indeed, wouldn't you say, Midoriya?"
Smiling good-naturedly at the girl sitting at the other end of the couch in All Might's office, Mirio rested his hand on the back of his head as he uproariously laughed at his previous loss, seemingly unphased by the second brutal beatdown he had been given by his blonde kouhai. It had only served to fuel his determination more, knowing that not only did he have a lot to move forward to if he wanted to become a true Pro Hero, but that there will always be someone stronger waiting in the wings. The Third Year was still determined to be number 1, using his losses as fuel to be better than he had ever been.
Toga merely ignored the button-eyed boy's annoying little attempt at flattery, her golden eyes staring listlessly at the tea sitting before her, her spoon idly lapping circles around the cup until the green liquid turned completely red. Lifting the cup up to her lips, Toga took a small sip of her newly created blood tea, the godlike girl letting out a satisfied sigh at the delightful, coppery taste.
"Uh, yeah, Toga-chan really is amazing." Izuku laughed awkwardly as he scratched his cheek bashfully, a little uncomfortable at how close Mirio was sitting to him, the third year practically sitting in his lap as he gushed about Toga's performance.
A light blush arose on Toga's cheeks after Izuku's casual compliment, a small joyous flutter in her stomach causing her to giggle shyly into her blood-infused tea, a happy smile curling on the godlike girl's lips as she replayed the words over and over in her head, the rest of the group continuing the conversation without her as she got lost in dreamland.
"Of course I'll help you two get a meeting with Sir." Two pairs of shocked gasps rang through the small office, Toga looking up from her tea in dazed surprise, having missed what happened completely, still riding the high from Izuku's compliment.
"Really? That easily. N-not that I-I'm not grateful." Waving his hands back and forth frantically, Izuku cursed his inability to stay quiet when things were going well for him. Luckily for him, Mirio simply gave him a cheerful grin as he chuckled at the over-excitable underclassman.
"You two have piqued my interest and I'm sure you'll manage to impress him too. There's something special about you two." The third-year gave the two of them an enthusiastic thumbs-up, unaware of just how accurate his statement was
"Thank you so much, senpai!" Clasping Mirio's hands tightly in his own, Izuku let out a joyous laugh as he felt Toga wrap her arms tightly around his neck, the green-haired boy turning to give his godlike friend a beaming smile, one she returned with gusto, the trio celebrating their newly forged comradery.
All Might watched the proceeding events with great worry and distress, his electric blue eyes constantly shifting over to his blonde student, a feeling of horribly dread settling in the pit of his stomach as he watched her cling possessively onto Izuku's back. Call it intuition built from years of being a hero, but All Might felt like something horrible was coming and the former number 1 hero could not say for certain whether any one of the kids sitting before him would return from this venture unchanged.
For better or for worse.
And so, the next day, the odd trio, dressed in their school uniforms, found themselves standing before a large office building, its windows, polished to a mirror sheen, brightly reflecting the midday sun. The imposing structure rose several stories into the sky, projecting an air of importance to anyone who walked by.
"Well, let's go." Ushering his kouhai through the sliding doors, Mirio led the pair up a spiraling staircase, the interior of the building just as impressive as the outside, before navigating through a series of confusing hallways until they came to a stop before a strangely nondescript looking door, only a simple plaque reading 'Sir Nighteye' adorning the front.
"Alright, before we go in, I have to tell you two something." Giving their senpai their full attention, or as much as Toga was willing to give him, Izuku nodded his head gravely, a little worried about the serious tone in Mirio's voice.
"If you want to impress, Sir. If you want to mentor under him," leaning forward, a light sweat beading on his forehead, Izuku nervously swallowed as he awaited the dreaded reveal, "you will have to make him laugh."
Silence fell over the hall as Izuku stared bug-eyed at the upperclassman, his face having gone stark white in shock. Mirio simply continued to give him a serious look, not an ounce of mirth or humor to be found in his solid black-eyes.
"Eh?" That was the most eloquent response Izuku managed to muster, the green-haired boy wondering if Toga, with all her shenanigans and mind-bending games, has finally caused his mind to crack. There was no way this was the normal world he was living in anymore.
"I'm not doing that." Both of them turned to stare at the blonde girl in surprise, Toga's crossing her arms angrily over her chest as she let out a small snort of derision, her golden eyes dark with displeasure. "There's no way I'm playing some creeps weird games."
"This will be harder than I thought then. Just, try to make him laugh if you can." Sighing heavily, Mirio slowly opened the door, quietly ushering the underclassman to step through. "Sir, I have-"
"HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHA STOP! SIR!"
The sight that greeted the trio was so bizarre, so outlandish and strange, that Toga had to check to make sure she hadn't subconsciously altered the universe in some way. Because this was exactly something she would have come up with to mess with someone.
A girl with blue skin, strapped to some kind of restraining device, her arms and legs pulled apart into a star formation, was being tickled with a feather by a tall, lanky man with green-hair and blonde highlights. The girl struggled desperately against her restraints, her whole body writhing in agony as she tried and failed to keep her laughter under control, tears starting to pool at the corner of his eyes. The man meanwhile kept a strangely stern look on his face, not a single ounce of enjoyment or glee to be found, like what he was doing had no impact on him.
"Heehee, this is fun!" Flinching at the sudden new voice, Izuku quickly looked to his side, letting out a strangled gasp when he noticed that Toga was not standing next to him anymore. Slowly looking back at the strange form of torture, Izuku smacked his hands to the side of his head in dismay when he saw the godlike girl standing next to the strange man, her hands clapping together in glee as she watched the proceedings with immense joy.
"Let me try, let me try!" Reaching forward, the blonde schoolgirl started running her hands across the girl's bare stomach, her fingers dancing about the blue skin as she tickled her forcefully, Toga giggling madly as the cries of laughter only increased.
A cold chill ran down the mop-headed boy's spine when the man slowly turned to glare at the intruding schoolgirl, his yellow eyes boring a hole into the side of Toga's head, the godlike girl completely oblivious to the man as she continued her little tickle game.
"Who are you?" A deep, stern voice, with an undercurrent of disdain, came out of his mouth as he slowly stood up to his full height, towering head and shoulders over the godly schoolgirl, his lips pulled into a thin, angry line.
Blinking at the sudden interruption, Toga removed her hands from the girl's stomach, the girl letting out a huge sigh of relief as she sucked in lungfuls of air, looking up at the towering man with a condescending grin on her face.
"I'm Toga! One-half of your new interns!" Smiling brightly, her fangs on full display, Toga mockingly saluted the taller man before breaking down into another fit of giggles.
"Is that so?" Quirking his eyebrow curiously at the brazen girl, Sir Nighteye turned to the other two occupants in the room, the two boys standing dumbstruck before the Pro Hero. "Mirio, care to explain?"
"Umm, Sir, these are the two I mentioned before. Midoriya Izuku and Toga Himiko." Mirio gestured to the two with a nervous smile, Izuku shakily bowing toward All Might's former sidekick as Toga simply returned to tickling the blue-skinned girl, wholly uninterested in being courteous to the older man.
"They would like to join your agency for their work studies." An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as Mirio finished his introductions, the blue-skinned girls strained laughter the only sound as Sir Nighteye slowly stalked up to Izuku's side, staring down at the boy with sharp, inquisitive eyes.
Taking in a shaky breath, a nervous sweat breaking out under Sir Nighteye's intense stare, Mirio's advice flashed in the young hero's mind. Noting the copious amount of limited edition All Might merchandise spread throughout the room, Izuku believed he had just the thing to win Sir Nighteye over, the green-haired boy sure any All Might fanatic will enjoy his little trick.
"I AM HERE!" Morphing his face into an imitation of All Might's, every sharp corner and weathered wrinkle copied to perfection, Izuku even managed to get the voice down, copying the deep baritone of his mentor to a tee. Unfortunately, his trick did not have the desired effect he was intending.
"HAHA! Izu-kun that's amazing!" Rushing back to her beloved's side, the blue-skinned girl mentally praying they were done with her, Toga laughed uproariously at Izuku's impression, poking and prodding his face playfully. "You are so ugly, Izu-kun! I love it! Do me! Do me next!"
"Midoriya, Toga. No." Holding his head in despair, Mirio called out softly to the two, his voice full of worry for the pair as he looked at his mentor with fear in his button eyes.
"Ugly?" Stepping in front of the green-haired boy, a menacing aura surrounding his body, Sir Nighteye roughly grabbed Izuku's head between his hands, his thumb pressing harshly into his forehead, causing Izuku to let out a small groan of pain.
"Not only do you mock All Might with this cheap imitation, but you also have the audacity to insult him in front of me. He should never have chosen you as his heir. It should have been Mirio."
"W-What?" Face returning to normal, Izuku stared into the harsh yellow eyes of the Foresight hero in shock, the taller man's words causing a horrible weight to settle in his stomach. Did-did he hear that right? Was One For All originally meant for someone else? Was him receiving it just dumb luck? Was he actually not worthy of it?
"Don't touch my Izu-kun!" Slapping the offending hand away, Izuku's stumbling back slightly from the sudden loss of hold on his head, Toga growled lowly at the Pro Hero, her hands balled into angry fists as her golden eyes lit up with a savage glare. No one lays a hand on her Izu-kun and insults him right to his face!
"How dare you talk to him that way!" Stomping up to the towering hero, not the least bit intimidated by his impressive size and sharp glare, Toga gnashed her teeth viciously at the Pro Hero, white-hot anger coursing through her veins.
"You are nothing, Nothing!, compared to him. Izuku is the greatest hero there has ever been! Greater than that sunken-eyed husk of a man you worship so much and even greater than that doll-eyed loser! Izuku will become the Number 1 hero and rise above everyone standing in his way, including you! Now keep your disgusting hands off of my Izu-kun because you are not worthy to lay a single, pathetic finger on his beautiful face! Because if you do it again, I will rip every last nerve-ending out of your body with my teeth!"
"Hmm." Seemingly not the least bit phased by the blondes vicious outburst, Sir Nighteye casually pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket before lightly dabbing off some of Toga's spit from his suit, the lanky man walking over to the restraining device before pulling a lever on the side to release the blue-skinned girl from her prison.
"Bubble Girl. Mirio. Please give us some privacy." Straightening at the man's stern command, the two gave him a respectful bow before rushing out of the room, Mirio giving his two kouhai a worried glance before closing the door, leaving the three of them alone in Sir Nighteye's office.
"One is disrespectful," glaring at the green-haired boy, Izuku flinching under his harsh words, Nighteye slid his gaze over to the blonde, Toga still fixing him with a withering stare, "while the other is unstable. Rightfully, I would never accept either of you as interns."
Sliding his desk drawer open, Sir Nighteye procured a couple of items from within, placing them neatly on his desk before turning back to the unruly pair of students.
"So, you'll have to prove to me that you have what it takes." Holding up two pieces of paper, each of their names written on a separate sheet, the Pro Hero slammed them loudly back onto the desk, Izuku letting out a small squeak of surprise.
"These are the forms for acceptance into my agency as work study interns. They are both filled out with all the information and signed by me. The only thing missing," picking up a small, cylindrical object off of the table, Sir Nighteye pointed it dramatically at the two of them, the vague outline of a symbol visible on the bottom of it, "is the stamp of approval."
Greatly confused by Sir Nighteye's overly dramatic reveal, the pair wondered what exactly he was getting at with all of this, the Pro Hero having already made his intention of not accepting them quite clear.
"I will not stamp them, because I don't think either of you have any value to my agency or to society. However, if either of you can take this stamp from me in 3 minutes, you can stamp the papers yourself. Only one of you can go at a time. Will you prove me wrong?"
Shock briefly spread over the young hero's face at Nighteye's unexpected challenge, before a determined shine lit up his emerald eyes, Toga getting giddy as she looked at the green-haired boy, knowing what was about to happen. It made the godlike girl flush a deep pink, her hands placed adoringly on her inflamed cheeks as she took a couple of steps to the other side of the room, leaving space for Izuku to do his thing.
"Right!" Crouching down into a battle stance, Izuku began firing up One For All, a confident smile creeping onto his face as he stared down his opponent, green lightning arcing over his body. "I'm going to stamp those forms, and prove that we are worthy! We will prove you wrong!"
"Aaaaah! Izu-kun, you are so amazing!" Hopping up and down in place, her twin buns bouncing playfully on top of her head, Toga lifted her arms high into the air as she cheered her beloved on with all her might. "Go show seaweed head what a true hero is!"
Shooting the godlike girl a thankful smile, Toga swooning even more at him, Izuku's face fell into a determined scowl before he shot off like a bullet toward the stationary Pro Hero, aiming directly for the stamp seal hanging lazily between Nighteye's fingers. Stretching out his arm, Izuku came mere inches from grabbing the seal when the Pro Hero suddenly moved out of the way, moving so quickly the green-haired boy barely had time to readjust, landing roughly on the ground before rolling out and into a low crouch.
Giving the Pro Hero no time to rest, the young hero quickly changed plans, taking what he learned from his internship with Gran Torino, Izuku began jumping off of the walls at high speeds, making sure to never land in the same place twice. Sir Nighteye followed his movements with a lazy demeanor, always looking at where the green-haired boy had been a second too late. Feeling confident, the wielder of One For All placed himself at the back of the Pro Hero, before making another grab for the stamp, making sure to push off with greater force.
But, just like last time, Sir Nighteye pulled his hand away at the last second, Izuku's face smashing roughly against the ground, a sickening crunch reverberating through the office as his nose busted wide open, a long streak of blood left behind on the floor where he landed.
'How did he do that?' Lifting himself into a kneeling position, the wielder of One For All scanned the taller man for any hint of a quirk as he tried to puzzle out just how Nighteye was managing to pull off these seemingly impossible moves. 'It's like he's reading my movements before I even make them.'
"You have 2 minutes left." Pointing at the nearby wall clock, the second hand slowly ticking down, Sir Nighteye casually spun on his heels to face the busted up boy, Izuku's emerald eyes still shining with determination. "You imitate Gran Torino well, but you are still years away from mastering such maneuvers. You are too far behind to ever catch up to All Might. You might as well give up."
Grunting angrily at the taller man's taunt, Izuku took a couple of quick calming breathes, knowing he needed to keep his cool and use his head if he wanted to have any chance at winning. Examining his surroundings carefully, his gaze briefly sweeping over the godly blonde standing near the doorway, a light went off in Izuku's brain as the beginnings of a plan started the form in his mind. He just had to hope that Toga clues in on time.
Getting back to his feet, Sir Nighteye cocked a curious eyebrow at the green-haired boy as he calmly wiped the blood from under his nose, a confident smile curling on his lips before leaping at the Foresight hero once more.
'He's fast. But, predictable.' Sir Nighteye thought as he expertly dodged another one of Izuku's fruitless grabs at the stamp, the boy crashing loudly into his desk, scattering notes and office utensils all over the place. 'All of his moves are copied from someone else, nothing is of his own creation. Impressive in its own right, but I won't need my quirk to beat him.'
Knowing it will take Izuku a couple of seconds to recuperate from such a fall, Nighteye took this chance to take another quick look at the unstable girl, Toga shouting for the green-haired boy to stand up, a worried expression plastered on her face.
'The girl, however, has me worried.' The Pro Hero thought as Toga noticed him staring at her, the fiery blonde giving him a vicious sneer before bringing her attention back to the injured boy, Izuku slowly lifting himself out of the pile of office supplies. 'There's something off about her. Something hidden, something dark. I have to save my quirk for when I go up against her.'
"Graaaah!" Snapping his gaze back to the green-haired boy after his sudden yell, the Foresight hero's eyes opened a fraction wider in surprise as he saw a veritable tornado of papers and files flying toward him, completely obscuring Izuku from his view.
"A new tactic. Smart," shifting his body weight the slightest amount, Sir Nighteye watched with cool composure as a green blur sped past his face, Izuku missing him once again, "but ineffective."
Izuku, however, had planned for this. Using the veil of papers as a distraction, the young hero had purposefully launched himself in such a way that, if Sir Nighteye dodged his attack as expected, he'd be heading directly to his actual objective. Toga Himiko.
Smiling hugely at her beloved's amazing plan, the godlike girl only needing a single look into Izuku's breathtaking emerald eyes to figure it out, Toga stuck her arms as far out from her body as possible, palms facing outward. Twisting in midair, Izuku expertly placed each foot on one of the blonde schoolgirl's hands, the force of his landing causing a small shock-wave to emanate from the point of impact, Toga, as the mop-headed had expected, completely unaffected by the powerful hit.
"Go get him, Izu-kun!" Pulling her arms back in time with the young hero's momentum, Toga straightened them back out just as Izuku pushed off from her palms, the combined power of the two launching the green-haired boy at incredible speed toward the unsuspecting Pro Hero.
"What?!" Passing through the still floating papers, Izuku managed to catch the Pro Hero unawares, Sir Nighteye gritting his teeth as the green blur placed a single finger upon the stamp in his hand. Right as Izuku was about claim victory for his team, Sir Nighteye managed to flick the stamp into the air and out of the mop-headed boys reach, Izuku gritting his teeth in frustration before looking up in surprise, moments before crashing roughly into the wall again.
"Your time is up." Sir Nighteye stated simply, deftly catching the seal back in his hand before casually adjusting his glasses, turning to look at his defeated opponent with a disappointed frown.
"You lack skill and focus. All of your moves were easy to predict, even without the use of my quirk. You failed to even brace yourself before crashing into the wall. What use would you have to my agency? To society?"
"The poster." Weakly pointing to the large poster hovering just over his head, Izuku slowly craned his neck to look at the Pro Hero, a deep red mark covering his face from when he crashed into the wall. "This is the limited edition poster from the mall opening. I didn't want to damage it."
"What?" Gasping in shock, Sir Nighteye glanced around the room, his eyes widening in surprise as he noted the immense amount of footprints littering the wall and ceiling, not a single piece of All Might memorabilia harmed or touched in any way.
'He avoided every single piece of merchandise, greatly restricting his range of movement!? And he still got that close.' Looking between the stamp in his hand and the boy lying on the ground, the blonde girl running to his side to check on him, Sir Nighteye recalled just how close the boy got to winning with such a big handicap. 'He is more impressive than I thought.'
"I'm sorry, Toga-chan." Lowering his head in shame, a small trickle of blood falling to the ground between his legs, Izuku could feel the sting of tears start to pool in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to prove that he could do this, that he was worthy of being All Might's successor, that he hadn't been wrong to choose him to inherit One For All.
But, most of all, he wanted to make Toga proud. He wanted to show the godlike girl that her faith in him was not misplaced, that he could be even a fraction as great as she thought he was. Izuku thought that retrieving that seal and getting them into Sir Nighteye's agency would show her that he was worth such undying devotion.
But, what hope did he have of standing next to god?
Feeling a soft hand placed on his face, delicate fingers gently curling under his chin, Izuku looked up to stare into two pools of molten gold, radiating with care and affection as they looked lovingly into his emerald orbs. Pulling a pink handkerchief out of her pocket, Toga began cleaning up the mop-headed boy's face, a soft pink hue dusting Izuku's cheeks.
"You were amazing Izu-kun." Gently dabbing the last of the blood from his nose, Toga cupped the green-haired boy's cheek gently, her thumb caressing the triangle formation of freckles softly as an adoring smile curled on her lips. "I'm so proud of you."
"Toga-chan." Uttering the godlike girl's name quietly, as if she would disappear if he was too loud, Izuku could feel the familiar sting of tears at the corner of his eyes. Despite his remorse and sadness at having failed them, knowing he was too weak to claim victory over Sir Nighteye, he couldn't help but smile as he looked into the godly schoolgirl's golden eyes. "Thank you."
"Well," patting the green-haired boy softly on the head, her fingers momentarily running through his soft curls, Toga whipped around to face the Foresight hero, her hands clasped playfully behind her back as she shot him a disgustingly cute smile, "looks like it's my turn."
"Very well." Unphased by the little romantic display between the two teens, Sir Nighteye held the seal out in front of him for Toga to see, a sharp look in his eyes as he carefully studied the strange girl before him. "Same rules apply to you. You have 3 minutes to take this seal from me and stamp your papers. Are you ready?"
"Heh, I will get it in less than a minute." Holding up a single finger, Toga giggled softly before placing her hand behind her back once more, her face not revealing a single worry or doubt that what she had said was a lie.
"Confident are we? How foolish." Standing a little straighter, his body poised for to strike at a moments notice, Sir Nighteye couldn't help the small tinge of anger from worming its way into his usually calm and collected mind. This girl had a strange knack of getting under someone's skin.
"You're the time hero here, right?" Toga asked mockingly as she leaned forward a bit, a toothful grin spread across her lips. "Why don't you come over here and find out if I'm right?"
"Very well." Keeping a firm grip on the seal in his hand, Sir Nighteye quietly waited for the second hand to finish its full rotation before launching himself at the stationary girl with a speed that rivaled some of the greatest heroes around.
Closing the distance between them in an instant, Toga not moving a single inch, the Pro Hero made a quick grab for the blonde's face, intending to activate his quirk as soon as he made contact with her skin. Right as he was about to place a finger on her, Toga moved her head the slightest fraction out of the way, causing Nighteye to grab futilely at the air where she had been mere moments ago.
"Ooo, you're fast," Toga mocked as she dodged another quick swipe by the Pro Hero, the godlike girl dancing just out of reach of his hands, always staying one step ahead of the fortune-telling hero, "for an old man."
'She's good. Too good. All of her movements are done with the minimal amount of effort necessary, moving just enough out of the way so that my fingers can't make contact with her skin. She's also somehow reading my movements before I even make them. That is not something a student should be capable of doing in their first year, no matter how much they trained.'
Switching up his tactic, Sir Nighteye tried to sweep one of her legs, hoping to catch her when she tried to dodge the blow, but she simply countered him by pushing off of his leg and out of the way of his grab, causing the Pro Hero to stumble instead.
Deciding she had enough fun, her one minute boast slowly ticking down, Toga purposefully moved into the path of one of Sir Nighteye's attempts, letting the Foresight hero place a finger on her forehead, his yellow eyes morphing into purple clockworks as he stared into the catlike orbs of the blonde schoolgirl.
"You've lost." Looking deep into Toga's eyes, Sir Nighteye activated his quirk, the familiar film-reel of a person's life flashing in his mind. Soon he would know just what her future held.
"That's what I was going to say." Grinning darkly at the taller man, Toga began chuckling softly to herself as she moved out of Sir Nighteye's grip, the Pro Hero standing frozen in front of her before letting out a soul-wrenching howl of despair.
"GRAAAAAH!" Grabbing his face in agony, his fingers digging painfully into his skin as he screwed his eyes shut with pain, Sir Nighteye felt his mind explode in a blinding inferno, the amount of information flooding his brain causing the Pro Hero to fall to his knees in a writhing heap. Every sense in his body lit up like a wildfire, every fiber of his being screaming out in unspeakable torment, driving the Foresight hero almost to madness.
Time. From the beginning of everything to the far-flung future played out before him simultaneously, every living being, alive or dead, that had ever existed forcing itself into his overloaded brain. He could see the time-stream twisting like a piece of string in and around itself, converging on a singular point, no, a single person. Conforming to this one person's will, while also being created by them.
Time itself.
"Mine!" Plucking the seal out from between Nighteye's trembling fingers, Toga playfully skipped over to the front desk, stamping the two acceptance forms with a couple of enthusiastic 'boops', seconds before the first minute passed.
They were now officially interns at the Sir Nighteye Pro Hero Agency.
"Toga-chan!" Feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, her feet hovering slightly off the ground as she was lifted into a deep hug by an overjoyed, mop-headed boy, Izuku's laughter rolling pleasantly through her body. "You did it! You're amazing!"
A soft dusting of pink spread across Toga's cheeks, a delightful warmth bubbling in her tummy as a joyous bout of giggles jumped out of her mouth, the godlike girl wrapping her arms tightly around Izuku's neck, happily nuzzling her nose into his green, mop of hair. Being in Izuku's arms was like the greatest drug to the blonde schoolgirl, Toga wanting nothing more than to remain in them for the rest of eternity.
"Is…is he ok?" Pulling herself out of the curly mop, blinking curiously at the green-haired boy, Toga followed his line of sight to the quivering hero lying in a fetal position on the ground, his eyes wide and distant, a slight bit of drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
"He'll be fine. It'll all disappear from his mind very soon. The human mind is fragile after all." Izuku gulped slightly as Toga gave him a sinister grin, his emerald eyes staring into her golden eyes with great concern. Sometimes he forgot just how frightening she could be.
"We heard a yell! Is everything….Sir!" Bursting into the room, his black eyes wide with worry, Mirio let out a distressed cry as he rushed to his mentor's side, carefully cradling the taller man in his arms, his hand placed firmly against the side of Nighteye's face.
"Sir! Sir! Are you alright!?" Mirio called out desperately as he lightly shook the trembling man, a small gasp escaping him as he stared into the clockwork gaze of his mentor, a tormented and faraway look in his violet eyes. "What did you see?"
Rolling his head to face his pupil, the Pro Hero weakly gripped onto the third year's shirt, his fingers shaking as they feebly tried to find any kind of lifeline to hold onto. His lips moved almost soundlessly, his voice coming out as barely a whisper, full of disbelief and hopeless despair.
"Everything."
"Aaaaah it's hot today! Why do we have to be the ones on patrol!?"
Grumbling loudly, several people giving the trio of heroes a wide berth, Toga pouted cutely as she fiddled with the scarf of her costume, greatly displeased with her very warm choice of attire. Izuku and Toga had been tasked to walk through the neighborhood on patrol with Mirio, making sure to keep an eye out for any trouble and to give the citizens a sense of safety and comfort.
No one told her being an intern at an agency meant she would have to do boring stuff like this!
Laughing softly at the godlike girl's childish whining, finding the idea of someone with limitless power complaining kind of cute, the young hero failed to notice a small figure rush out of the nearby alleyway until it suddenly collided into him with a soft thump.
"Oof." Stumbling slightly from the sudden impact, Toga quickly grabbing a hold of his arm before he could fall, the trio of hero's turned to see what had run into the green-haired boy, Izuku's eyes going wide as he stared into a pair of crimson eyes.
Sitting on the ground, bandages wrapped tightly around her arms, was a little girl with white hair.
A/N: Protect.
Overhaul arc is officially underway. Many of you were interested to see what would happen once Eri and Overhaul were introduced to Toga and now we will finally be getting to that. For now, it will remain a secret.
Had a little trouble near the middle there, having to rearrange events and motivations a bit to fit the new narrative, making sure not to forget anything major. We once again get to see just how unfathomable a being Toga is, Sir Nighteye paying the price for trying.
Next chapter: Girl of White, Boy of Green.
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