Don't even ask what I was thinking with this. One day Izuku and Tsuna will have a light, fluffy, 'oh-we-have-so-much-in-common-lets-be-best-friends' conversation. But today is not that day. Today they will be realising that they are very similar people with VERY different views on life and the world.

Also, additional note: There is no harmonisation fanon in this fanfic. While Tsuna and his Guardians are close, there is no mental/flame bond.

Even though it's been a few months now, Izuku still can't believe that he has friends. People other than Kaachan who acknowledge his existence. In non-explosive ways even!

Like today – he'd mentioned to Iida and Uraraka that he was planning to head into town after class to check out the newest hero action figure line, and Iida had volunteered to come with him. Willingly! And Uraraka had only declined because she and the other girls in the class had already made plans.

Izuku doesn't even care if the figures are any good at this point. Just walking into the shopping square with Iida at his side, explaining how his brother's figure is included in this new wave, is genuinely delightful.

"The last figurine was an utter disaster" Iida explains with his typical enthusiasm. "The helmet had two fins on each side, and all of the engine components were silver, not bronze. I can't believe the quality control for Iidaten could be so sloppy."

"I remember that one" Izuku admits. "I thought it was a preview of a costume Ingenium was planning to debut. There was even a rush to buy them when the mistake was made clear and they started being removed from shelves. They go for hundreds online now – I wish I'd bought one when I had the chance."

He winces when his brain catches up with his mouth, and starts talking even faster.

"Not that I believe in supporting spiking prices so that only the rich can afford them or not respecting Ingenium's real costume! It was just a big moment in collectorhistoryanditwouldhavebeenawesometobepartofit-"

Wait-

Iida's already smiling and getting ready to cut Izuku off when the teen stops himself, staring ahead with an odd look on his face.

"Midoriya, why did you-"

He trails off when he sees what caught the shorter teen's eye, and frowns at the sight.

There's a boy about their age crouched behind one of the several raised plant gardens in the street. His hands are clenched in fluffy brown hair, and he has a look of absolute panic on his face. Izuku – well familiar with that kind of expression from years of Kaachan – immediately starts looking for the source.

At first, it's not obvious, but he finally spots a group of teens wearing the same black uniform on the other side of the street, spread out and clearly searching for someone. All but two are built like athletes, either through mutation or obvious training, and they're looking frustrated.

Izuku inches closer – the area is small enough that their voices carry further than they probably expect.

"-keep doing that!" says one with springs in his legs.

"Because he can sense us dumbass" replies another with brown hair. "You know Sawada's nearly impossible to get the drop on, this was a stupid idea from the start."

"Well I'm missing practice for this so somebody figure out where he went or I'm calling it quits" warns another.

"Oh come on! You know how lucky we were to get him minus Yamamoto and the apprentice psycho?" The biggest boy replies. "We're not getting this chance again – Mitsukatta, you got anything?"

"I'm telling you he's here somewhere!" the last boy – the smallest and least built of the group – snaps. "We were practically on top of him before my quirk gave out. There's no way he slipped past us."

Izuku frowns and glances back as the boy behind the small wall groans and tries to sink into the brick. It doesn't take much consideration for him to walk over, careful not to draw attention to the group on the other side.

"Are you the one they're looking for?" He half whispers, and the teen – Sawada apparently – jerks his head up in surprise.

"Hiiee!"

Izuku immediately jerks back, hands up, and Sawada's face falls.

"Please don't tell them I'm here" he begs, and Iida is quick to join Izuku's side.

"Are your classmates attempting to bully you?" he asks, and frowns when the teen gives out a hysterical laugh.

"Bullying? I wish" the teen half cackles. " That I know how to handle. This is completely new."

Both Iida and Izuku cock their heads in confusion.

"...new?"

In reply, the teen throws out his hands, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"I'm...popular!" he whines. "And I don't know how to make it go away!"

His body immediately tenses, and he inches along the side of the wall as the voices start to get louder.

"I'll check the other side. See if Baunsu can find somewhere to jump and spot him."

The teen – Sawada apparently – gives out a whine and tries to curl up into a ball.

"It's no use. Hiiee, of all days for Hayato to get detention..."

As he watches the group wander closer, it doesn't take much for Izuku to make up is mind. He might not fully understand what's happening, but it's clear Sawada's in distress, heavily outnumbered, and needs help. Sawada looks about his size, so-

"Here, take my jacket" he says, already shifting off the garment, while Sawada stares.

"Hiiee?"

"Eh, Midoriya, what are you doing?" Iida squawks, hands moving wildly. "You can't just give your uniform to non-UA students. It's highly inap-"

"They're looking for someone in a black uniform right?" Izuku offers up. "So, if he takes mine and stuffs his into a bag, we're just three UA students slipping through."

Sawada blinks in confusion, but takes the offered jacket without a word, pulling his own off and shoving it into his book bag without complaint. Iida frowns, but when he spots one of the boys heading for their location, he sighs, quickly moving behind the shorter Sawada when he rises.

"Head for the exit on our left" he says. "I'll try to block their view. Even with the jacket, your hair is quite...striking."

"This is-I can't thank you enough" Sawada splutters in genuine gratitude.

"It's nothing" Izuku insists with a smile. "You should always help someone in need."

Several minutes later, when it becomes clear that their pursuers haven't followed, Sawada all but drops in relief.

"Mah...I'd been trying to dodge them for almost an hour" he moans. "I was supposed to meet Kyoko and Fuuta already. They're going to be so worried."

Suddenly, his eyes widen in horror.

"Hiiee! You saved me and I don't even know your names!"

He immediately falls into a bow.

"I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, but everyone just calls me Tsuna. Thanks so much for getting me out of there."

The two immediately bow back.

"It was nothing, really" Izuku insists. "I'm Midoriya Izuku."

"And I'm Iida Tenya" Iida continues. "So, why were those five after you?"

Tsuna's shoulders sag, and he starts taking off the jacket he borrowed from Izuku.

"They were all captains or managers of some of the sport clubs at my school" he explains, and Iida gasps.

"Ah! I knew I recognised that uniform. They were all in such good shape but they clearly weren't from a hero school – Seirin's got a reputation for solid sport teams. A few of my cousins attended."

Tsuna is staring at both of them with far more suspicion now, but after a few moments, he continues.

"...Right. Well, they all kind of want to recruit me" he explains. "And they're all pretty headstrong – get the feeling no one's ever told them no before – and keep coming after me. I'm normally better at shaking them, but Mitsukatta got his hands on my phone this afternoon. He's best friends with the manager of the baseball team, and his quirk lets him plant an invisible tracker on any electrical item, so he and the others always knew where I'd be. It only wears off when the battery dies...but the more he uses his quirk, the faster the tracker drains the battery. My phone became a brick just before I met you."

He pulls out the device and frowns.

"I was so focused on getting out of there I didn't even think to call anyone. I hope Hayato's still in school or he'll be having a breakdown right now."

Izuku's already pulling out his own phone.

"Do you need to call someone?" he asks, holding it out.

"Oh, I couldn't!" Tsuna insists, waving his hands. "You've already helped me out so-"

It's kind of endearing, just how much Tsunayoshi doesn't want to bother them. Izuku just ignores him and presses the phone into his hand with a smile. Tsuna keeps that torn look on his face for a few moments before pulling his hand away and punching in a number.

"Thank you. I'll promise I'll be quick."

He turns away slightly, holding the phone to his ear. Whoever he's calling must have been close to the phone, because he picks up within two rings.

"Yamamoto, it's Tsuna. Yeah, I know – can you call her and tell her I'm sorry? I'll be there soon. Uh huh, it was the sports teams again. No. No, it wasn't that bad. They just got excited because Hayato wasn't with me. I'm fine. Can you let him and Takeshi know when they get back? My phone's completely dead. You're amazing, Yamamoto, thank you."

He hangs up and offers back the phone with a smile.

"Thanks again. Some of my family can get paranoid. That'll really help out."

"No problem" Izuki replies. "Where are you heading?"

Tsuna glances around with a frown.

"The Classima Cake Store?" he half says, half questions. "I think it's nearby, but I've been running around so much I'm a little turned around."

"Ah, wasn't Uraraka and the other's also visiting that store?" Iida offers. "There's some kind of deal they wanted to take part in. It's not far from here, we can escort you in case your pursuers reappear."

Tsuna opens his mouth, hesitates, then closes it with a smile.

"Something tells me that if I tell you that's not necessary, you'll still insist on it" he says. "So sure, that would be great. But you'll have to let me find some way to make it up to you."

"Absolutely unnecessary" Iida insists, as they start walking down the street. "As heroes-in-training, it is our duty to help any and all civilians, no matter how trivial the issue."

"Heroes?" Tsuna repeats. "Oh, right, that's the UA uniform. You're in the hero classes?"

He laughs. "Tell me, is Present Mic as enthusiastic in class as he is off duty?"

"Eh, you know Present Mic?" Midoriya asks. He didn't look the type to be a fan of the Voice Hero, but-

"He comes to our restaurant a lot" Tsuna explains. "Yamamoto's about ready to put a sign on his favourite chair. My, um, guardian, runs Takesushi?"

"The sushi restaurant?" Iida asks. "I've heard good things."

"Yamamoto's sushi is the best" Tsuna insists. "And if you visit, I'll see if he can't give you a discount as thanks. I promise it's worth it!"

The teen is beaming, clearly proud of his guardian's career, and Izuku finds himself smiling back – it's a rather infectious grin.

"I guess I'll have to come check it out" he promises, before his mind goes back to the earlier topic.

"But, I'm still a little confused why you were hiding. You said they were recruiting, not bullying, but..."

Tsuna sighs. "It's not. At least, not bullying the way I know it. They're all trying to recruit me to their teams...they all think I owe them something just because we're at the same school. If they'd caught me they would have dragged me back to the gyms, or at the very least, it would have been another long argument about how I'm letting the school down or not 'fulfilling my potential.' Ugh, life was so much easier when nobody thought I had potential."

"...Is it really that bad?" Izuku questions, because they'd seemed awfully determined. He's never been the kind of person that played sports, but he's pretty sure the clubs at his school didn't stalk potential teammates.

"It's kind of my own fault" Tsuna admits. "One of my teachers learned what my quirk could do and made me use it. I overdid it and now everyone at school wants a piece of me. I even got kicked out of the manga club because they didn't want me to feel pressured to stay with them over one of the sports teams!"

"But, then why go to Seirin in the first place?" Iida asks, genuinely curious. "You must have known it was a sport-central school."

"Because Takeshi was going" Tsuna replies with a shrug, as if that explains everything. "He's my friend-well, brother now, I guess. His dream is to play baseball professionally, and our family is close. Since he was the only one who needed a specific school, we all applied. There are plenty of students who don't have anything to do with sports attending – I don't know why they're so hung up on me."

"That does seem strange," Iida admits. "Unless, is your quirk a sports-related one?"

"Right, what is your quirk?" Izuku asks, already mulling over the possibilities. "One of classmates said you were hard to catch off guard? Some kind of enhanced sense quirk? I know those can be really useful in sports leagues."

"Well...it's hard to explain" Tsuna admits. "It does a lot, and it's kind of...multi-faceted?"

Izuku's eyes widen. While not exactly rare after so many generations of quirks, that isn't often seen in people who don't have at least one kind of physical quirk or tell. Ashido and Tokoyami are two of the most obvious Izuku knows, but even the less obvious Todoroki has his hair. Tsuna...looks perfectly normal.

"A multi-faceted quirk with no physical mutation?" Iida says, putting Izuku's thought's into the world. "I don't think I've ever seen one like that before."

Tsuna looks slightly panicked.

"Well, um, my eyes. My eyes sometimes change colour" he offers. "That's kind of a mutation?"

"What else does it do?" Izuku asks, wondering if it would be rude to take out a notebook and start writing. "What's it's name?"

"Um. It's registered as 'Harmonisation'" Tsuna offers. "It's been the dominant fla-ah, quirk on my father's side for a long time."

Izuku frowns. Harmonisation. It's kind of vague – he's not really sure what a quirk like that could do.

"Harmonisation?" Iida repeats. "Is it musical?"

Tsuna laughs. "If only it was that simple."

He shakes his head and looks at them for a few moments, before smiling.

"So, there's the most obvious part, which is a kind of...hyper intuition" he says, huffing slightly as if laughing at a private joke. "It's the only aspect that's always activated, and it helps me read people, like...it lets me know when people are dangerous to me, or if someone's lying, that sort of thing."

He gives a shy smile.

"Or let me know when some kind heroes-in-training will insist on escorting me no matter what I say."

Midoriya quickly hides an embarrassed laugh with a cough, while Iida nods at the explanation.

"Oh, so you can probably see an opponent's strategy" Iida exclaims. "You can figure out where they'll throw or who they'll pass to. That would be an excellent addition."

Izuku nods. He can already think of a dozen scenarios a quirk like that would be useful in hero work – so he can't imagine sports would be much different.

But-

"Wait, you said it was multi-faceted, and that's the only part that doesn't turn off" he says. "It does more?"

Tsuna nods. "There's a physical aspect to it too. It's...really hard to explain but, basically I can sort of fly? And I can throw and punch with a lot more strength when I'm using it?"

Iida jerks to a stop so quick Tsuna almost walks into him. Izuku would laugh if his jaw wasn't already on the floor.

"Wh-what part of that can be described as harmonisation?" Iida squawks, and Tsuna hunches down.

"It's...it's kind of hereditary and not something I try to explain to people" he insists. "It's more annoying than anything special."

"No way, that's...amazing" Izuku gasps, completely disagreeing. "A quirk that has both mental and physical enhancing attributes that increase your overall capabilities would be insanely useful. Flight alone is so rare, especially without a mutation to provide lift. How much stronger are you when using the physical aspect? Is it a levitation or gravity quirk? That would explain how you could increase your strength but – how much control do you have? And how good is your intuition? Can you predict dangerous events? How far into the future can you see? It it only a few seconds or can you spot threats in advance? Is it just people or can you read other things, like, if there was an earthquake-"

"Midoriya, breath" Iida interrupts, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a sharp shake. Izuku sucks in a much needed breath, and flushes red when he sees how wide Tsuna's eyes have gotten. The teen looks about 3 seconds away from bolting.

"Um...sorry" Izuku says, head dropping. "I just, I really like hearing about quirks. Analysing them is kind of a hobby."

If anything that makes Tsuna look even more tense, but eventually his shoulders drop and he looks away.

"It's okay. I know a lot of people at school are interested in it too" he says. "It's a weird one."

"No, no, it's not weird at all" Izuku insists, moving forward almost instinctively, because really? "It's incredible! You could do anything with a quirk like that. No wonder the teams are all chasing you."

"He's completely right" Iida agrees. "Honestly, I don't know how you didn't pass the hero exams. Did you struggle with the written tests?"

Tsuna's flinches, and he's suddenly looking everywhere but at them.

"You...didn't take any hero entrance exams?" Iida asks, looking as if Tsuna just announced the sky was green. "None at all?"

The teen shrugs. "I told you, my family are close. We wanted to stay together, and I didn't want to be a hero."

Iida's mouth is on the floor, and Izuku desperately wants to sit down, while Tsuna gives a small smile.

"Besides, if I'd applied for a hero school, the others would have insisted on coming, even Takeshi, and I couldn't do that to him. Plus, I think the local police force would have had collective strokes if Hayato went into heroics. There's not a loophole in the quirk and self defence laws he hasn't found and abused to it's limit."

The last part sounds a little like a joke, but not entirely, and Izuku's a little thrown.

"That's..." Izuku starts, and trails off, not really sure how to continue. He doesn't understand at all – how can someone have a quirk like Tsuna has and not-

"That's ridiculously selfish of you!" Iida bursts out, and Izuku steps back in shock as his friend steps forward, arms flailing as he stares down the teen in front of them. "You could do so much good with your quirk! You have opportunities that hundreds in this country can only dream of, to not even contribute to your schools reputation is not only arrogant but-"

"You don't know me!" Tsuna yells, but Iida cuts himself off as Izuku stares at the now angry teen with eyes now a brilliant, burning orange.

' Oh, so that's what he meant by changing colour.'

Tsuna closes the distance between them, moving with a confidence that hadn't been there in all of their earlier interactions.

"You know, I thought I'd finally be free of people's expectations when I came here, but it's the same crap only with a different topic" he spits out. "Everyone expecting you to just do what everyone tells you to do without any regard for what you want to do. Why is it wrong to make your own choices? Even if they're not popular, or even the most acceptable, I have a right to make them!"

Iida is floundering, half stepping back as the unassuming and apologetic boy they'd been accompanying vanished beneath the feral lion. Izuku's not sure if he's imagining it or not, but he swears he sees fire start to flicker on the boy's forehead.

"Of course you do!" Izuku splutters, leaping in front of Iida without thinking and waving his hands, going straight into damage control - the soothing Kaachan mode. "It's not wrong to not take part if you don't want to, really!"

Iida is already throwing himself into a bow.

"My apologies" he offers. "I have a tendency to jump to conclusions. I forget that not everyone sees things from my point of view."

To Izuku's relief, Tsuna appears to be calming down, that bright hue dimming back to brown while the teen shrinks back in on himself.

"No...I'm the one whose sorry" he says, head down. "It's just...it's been a long day, I shouldn't have yelled like that. You didn't say anything I haven't heard before."

"But...how could you have a quirk like that and not want to use it?" Iida asks, apparently not quite deterred from poking the dragon. "I just can't understand it."

"To be honest, he has a point" Izuku admits, and Iida looks at him in gratitude. "A quirk like that...it could do so much. If I'd developed that quirk, there's no way I wouldn't want to use it."

Tsuna's ire softens at the question.

"I guess I can see that. Maybe if I'd had it all my life, I'd think the same way you do."

Izuku frowns. "What do you mean?"

Tsuna shrugs his shoulders, and starts moving forward, forcing the student heroes to start chasing after him.

"I was a...late bloomer?" he tells them, once they've confirmed the direction. "My quirk didn't show up until I was fourteen. And by then I was 'Dame-Tsuna,' who was completely no good at anything. My only 'responsibility' to the world was to stay out of the way and be the bottom rung on everyone else's ladder."

"You grew up quirkless" Izuku whispers, a strand of kinship immediately forming at the words.

"I guess?" Tsuna replies. "My whole life, my classmates made fun of me, the kids in my street wouldn't play with me, even the teachers mocked me. Everyone in my town knew I was never going to be more than 'Dame-Tsuna' so there was no point in pretending otherwise.

"You were never expected to apply yourself" Iida says, starting to understand. "No...you were actively encouraged not to."

Tsuna nods.

"Pretty much. To be honest, things didn't change that drastically for most people even when Rebo- when my quirk appeared. Then I come here, where nobody knows who I am, but now I have this quirk, and it's all different."

The brown haired teen starts staring up the sky, and sounds just a little wistful.

"In Namimori, nobody wanted me on their team. I was No-Good, so if we lost it was automatically my fault. But here, everyone expects me to play or do my part, even though I'm still exactly the same person I was before my quirk showed up."

He turns to Izuku and Iida and gives a sad smile.

"If I didn't have that quirk, nobody would pay any attention to me. So I don't really feel like joining a team whose only interested because I'm useful now. Especially since I don't really enjoy playing."

"I've been there" Izuku tells him, because at this point how can he not ? "My quirk didn't show up until last year. My classmates and teachers, they all looked down on me for wanting to be a hero even though I was quirkless."

Tsuna's eyes – now back to their basic brown – brighten at the words.

"Then you get it" he says, and Izuku shrinks into himself.

"A little" he says. "But...not really? Didn't you ever dream of being a hero? Fantasise what you'd do if you did develop a quirk? If it appeared when you were fourteen, you had time to change your plans."

Tsuna frowns, chewing on his lip.

"Well, think about it this way" Tsuna offers after a few moments. "Izuku, you said you were quirkless until last year right?" Tsuna asks. "You were a late bloomer too?"

Izuku nods, and Tsuna smiles.

"Then why did you apply for UA? You didn't have your quirk before you applied."

...And there lies an entire novel that Izuku cannot explain to someone he just met.

"I-I just always wanted to be a hero" he offers instead. "I wanted to make people happy, help save them with a smile. Be someone people could rely on."

"But you didn't have a quirk" Tsuna insists, and Izuku grits his teeth, unsure of where this is going considering the conversation they just had.

"You don't need a quirk to be a hero" he insists, and to his surprise, Tsuna smiles.

"I completely agree," he says, and Izuku flounders.

"But, then why-"

"Because you basically just told me that anyone with a powerful quirk should apply to be a hero" Tsuna explains. "Despite the fact that you applied without any at all."

Izuku's eyes dart to the side.

Well...technically...

"A hero is more than just their quirk" Tsuna states, not noticing his discomfort. "You could have the most powerful quirk in the world and it wouldn't matter if you weren't the right kind of person. Just like sports – I could play, and I might even be good, but I don't care about them. People like Takeshi – they live and breath the game."

Tsuna smiles, his face slightly red.

"I really admire him sometimes. Him and Brother – they're so passionate about it, I'm not sure I've ever wanted anything half as much as they do. They get up early to train, never skipping, no matter what. And it's not just training, Takeshi can recite every winner of every tournament for the last twenty years, and he can debate strategy till the early hours of the morning. Quirk or no quirk, he's going to be an amazing baseball player, and it's insulting to his drive and dreams to think I should compete on that field just because I've got a super power that makes me hard to beat."

"Huh...I guess, I didn't think of it like that" Izuku offers, a dark feeling pooling in his gut.

He can't believe he'd just pulled the same kind of logic on Tsuna that everyone used to throw on him. Tsuna has a powerful quirk, so of coursehe must play on a sports team or become a hero. Just like ' Deku ' was quirkless and therefore should accept that he'll never be a hero, or even anything of merit.

They turn a corner, and Tsuna gives a loud sigh of relief when he makes out the sign midway down the street.

"Oh there it is. I really hope Kyoko and Fuuta didn't just wait for me. Kyoko's been desperate to try this place all week."

He steps forward, and then hesitates, turning to face his would-be rescuers.

"Do you want to join us?" he asks, though Izuku suspects it's more good manners than a genuine offer at this point. This had been a heavy conversation for both late bloomers.

"Thank you for the offer, but we should probably head back into town" Iida offers, thankfully taking the need to refuse from Izuku. "Our female classmates said they would be attending this establishment today, and it would probably be wrong for us to drop in on the girls day out."

Izuku gives a furious nod in agreement, and Tsuna smiles in understanding.

"Well, thanks again" he says, this time with sincerity. "And I meant what I said about Takesushi and a discount. I promise the sushi is worth it."

He gives them a short wave, and jogs into the building. Izuku watches until he vanishes from sight.

"Shall we get going?" Iida offers, turning back the way they came. However, when he realises the boy by his side isn't heading away, Iida glances down in confusion.

"Midoriya, are you okay?"

"I...I'm not really sure" Izuku admits, still thinking about the conversation and the boy they'd met.

He guesses he sees Tsuna's point. All of their lives, Izuku was looked down upon because he didn't have a quirk, while Kaachan was given special treatment because of it. His friend did awful things growing up, but he's still at UA, chasing his dream. Izuku has never once questioned that the explosive teen deserved to be a hero, even when he was at his cruellest.

And Izuku? Izuku got in thanks to All Might giving him his quirk, but he's still the same person he was before he got it. But that person would never have passed the entrance exam – Izuku didn't even start training his body until All might gave him a training regime.

Because even when he refused to give up on his dream, the subconscious part of him knew someone quirkless would never succeed, so why try?

He has friends, and his dream school, and the world's greatest mentor, but would he have any of it without One for All? Is he achieving his dream because he's Izuku, or because he's the One For All quirk.

"Hey, Iida" he starts. "Do you think...I mean, if my quirk hadn't shown up when it did. Do you think I could have made it into UA?"

Iida's eyes narrow. "What brought this one? Don't tell me you think Tsunayoshi had a point."

"It's...not an inaccurate point" Izuku argues. "People are judged by their quirks all the time. You expect things of people because of their quirk. Am I only here because I was lucky enough to get one just in time?"

Iida stares at him, and Izuku turns away in embarrassment.

No matter how far he's progressed, the lonely quirkless boy is still very much a part of him, and just a little closer to the surface than he's been in a while.

Suddenly, a hand grips his shoulder, and Izuku is jerked back to reality by an exasperated sigh.

"Midoriya, aren't you forgetting something?" Iida tells him. "You got in thanks to Rescue points."

Izuku blinks, turning back to stare at his friend as Iida grins.

"You got into UA thanks to Rescue Points" Iida says. "Something you've told me you didn't know existed during the exam. If you had gone into the exam with no quirk, you still would have run to save Uraraka. Because that's what you do ."

The grip loosens, and Iida pats the smaller teen heavily on the shoulder.

"Even when we really wish you wouldn't. Perhaps Sawada Tsunayoshi has a point regarding people and expectations regarding quirks, but you are not one of them. While I definitely cannot agree with his decision to ignore his quirk, his arguments regarding a person's other necessary factors for quirk-related careers was quite valid. Now, shall we return to the shopping district and see if they've finally achieved the correct colour scheme for my brother's figurine?"

Izuku feels the heavy feeling lift from his stomach, and he grins back in relief.

"Yeah, let's go. Hey, Iida?"

"Yes Midoriya?"

"Thank you."

Can you all tell I'm still a little bitter at the whole 'you can be a hero IF you inherit my quirk' part of the Hero Academia plot?