A/N: Quick reminder for those who don't know, I've modified the chapters and added a couple of new scenes. One of these is in chapter seven, and it's pretty important, so you might want to check that out before you start this one! Anyways, here's chapter eight.

I do NOT own DC or MHA

"Dialogue"

Thoughts

"All Might Dialogue"

All Might thoughts

~muttering~

Chapter Eight: Introductions

"All the more reason to keep an eye on him." Her elder countered, eye twinkling knowingly. "But not by you." She put her hand up, silencing the warrior with a gesture. "Tartarus is stirring, I need you here." The dark-haired woman opened her mouth, then closed it and nodded, looking at the hero-in-training.

"Then who will you send?" she asked. The other woman looked back at Izuku and smirked.

"I have someone in mind."

Toshinori clasped his hands together, watching as Izuku tried and failed to convince Eri to let go of him. The trio had gone to Toshinori's house at U.A. while Naomasa pulled the necessary strings to expedite Eri's adoption process. For intents and purposes, Eri would be Toshinori's daughter. It was frightening to think about, even if Izuku seemed to have the big brother thing to a tee. A knock on the door dragged Toshinori from his thoughts, the blonde giant quickly making his way to the front door. He opened it to reveal a concerned-looking Inko.

"What's he done this time?" she sighed. Toshinori said nothing, stepping to the side to reveal the green-haired teen in question. Said teen had the decency to look sheepish as Eri sat perched on his shoulders.

"Hey, Mom." Inko just stood there dumbfounded, her jaw slightly open. Izuku pressed forward, speaking rapidly.

"I know what I did was stupid but Eri (this is Eri by the way) was running from some bad guys and she was really scared and I just couldn't do nothing so I jumped, fell into Toshinori's backyard, and then he brought us to the police and we found out Eri doesn't officially exist so Toshinori adopted her, but he doesn't know what he's doing so he needs your help."

Izuku finally stopped, his chest heaving. Toshinori smacked his face. Inko stared at him, her jaw hanging open. Izuku scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "So… yeah." He finished lamely. Inko blinked once, then grabbed Toshinori by the arm and dragged him to the bedroom, shoving him inside. She turned back to Izuku, freezing him in place with a glare.

"Do not listen in on us young man. Am I clear?" Izuku nodded his head rapidly, sending Eri flying into his arms. Inko sighed. "Just sit down." She said exasperatedly, walking into the bedroom and closing the door.

Inko turned around to find Toshinori sitting on the bed, a nervous look on his face. She sent him a stern glare. "How much of that was true?" The blonde hero tilted his head, thinking hard.

"Uh, all of it?" he said weakly. Inko took a step forward.

"He jumped a dozen miles to your home here in U.A.?" Toshinori shook his head.

"About a hundred actually. I was supposed to be staying at my country home this weekend." Toshinori said. Inko blinked in surprise at that but chose to ignore that tidbit for now. She took another step forward.

"And you adopted her?" she asked. Toshinori nodded.

"Izuku wanted to, but I told him that was insane." He chuckled. Inko took another step forward, stopping just in front of the Number One Hero.

"And the last thing? About you needing me?" Inko asked. The blonde man looked up, swallowing thickly. Was it just him or had it gotten hot in here?

"…Why yes." Toshinori stammered. "I may have adopted Eri, but I don't know the first thing about raising a child." Toshinori ran his hand through his mane of hair. "And you did an amazing job raising Izuku." Inko blinked, a blush forming on her face.

"You really mean that?" She asked. Toshinori nodded, a genuine grin on his face. Inko grabbed him by the face and kissed him. Hard. After getting over his shock, Toshinori kissed her back with enthusiasm. After a minute Inko pulled back and smiled.

"Of course I'll help you Toshi."

Inko and Toshinori returned to the living room holding hands. Izuku was sitting on the couch, his face beet red, his fingers stuffed in his ears. Inko sighed. "You heard anyway didn't you?"

Izuku nodded, staring straight ahead. Toshinori coughed awkwardly. "Well the important thing is that she agreed to help, right Young Izuku?" the green-haired teen didn't respond. "Uh, well I'll grab a pizza!" the blonde man exclaimed, shifting into his muscle form and dashing out of the door and into the night. Inko sighed fondly. She looked down at Eri, who was still sitting in Izuku's arms, staring at her wide-eyed. Inko sat down on an ottoman in front of the duo.

"Hello Eri, I'm Inko." She said gently. "I'm Izuku's mom." The white-haired girl's eyes widened, staring intently at this new person in front of her.

"What's a mom?" she asked. Inko's heart lurched painfully.

"…A mom is someone who takes care of you Eri," she said. "She teaches you lessons, and supports and loves you until her dying breath." Eri nodded thoughtfully.

"You love 'Zuku?" she asked. Inko nodded.

"I love him very much."

The green-haired woman hesitated. She needed to choose her next words carefully. "You care about 'Zuku a lot right?" The red-eyed girl nodded firmly. "Well, he goes to a school for heroes. It's not really a place for children." Eri nodded slowly, tilting her head to the side. Inko swallowed thickly. "I'm going to be hanging around here a lot it seems… …Could I take care of you as well?" she asked. Eri looked at her, then back to Izuku, who had finally snapped out of his trance and was staring at the two of them.

"Would you be alright with that Eri?" he asked. Eri bit her lip, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"…Okay." She said. Izuku grinned, giving the small girl a gentle hug.

"Don't worry, we still have two more days before I need to go back to class!" Eri nodded, arms wrapped around Izuku's neck. Inko smiled. Her little boy was growing up.

"I AM HERE WITH PIZZA!"

Inko sighed fondly, Izuku stared off into space again, and Eri looked curiously at the blonde man.

"What's pizza?"

Three days later, Monday.

Izuku walked into the massive halls of U.A. with a smile on his face. The last three days had been awkward, but fun. His mom and Toshinori had taken to parenting Eri with gusto, attending to her every need. They were spoiling her rotten, and deservedly so in Izuku's opinion. The white-haired girl had gone through enough torment for a lifetime. Rounding the corner, Izuku made it to Class 1-A. He'd barely made it a step in the door before he was swarmed by his classmates.

"Dude you were so manly!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Indeed Midoriya, you carried yourself with the essence of a true hero!" Iida stated, arms chopping up and down.

"Yeah, you were awesome Midori!" Ashido yelled, waving her arms in the air. Izuku stopped at that one.

"Midori?" he asked. The Acid quirk user nodded, giving him a teasing grin.

"Don't even try to fight it Midori." Izuku chuckled and shook his head.

"Something tells me I'll have better luck facing off against that Nomu." He said, making his way to his seat, ignoring the glare Bakugo was sending his way.

"I wonder who our substitute will be?" Ochako said to Tsuyu, finger on her chin. The green-haired teen shrugged. They got their answer when a dark-haired mummy limped through the doorway, both arms in casts.

"Good morning class," Aizawa said, oblivious to their shocked faces.

"Sir!" Iida exclaimed, "Are you sure you should be up and moving already."

"My physical condition is inconsequential," Aizawa stated, walking to his customary position at the podium. "I can talk and walk, so I can teach. Midoriya." Izuku straightened his back.

"Sir!" he said.

"You have my gratitude, but pull something like the USJ again and you'll have detention for a week," Aizawa said. Izuku nodded seriously. While he might have done a good deed, Izuku was still beholden to the rules and laws of society. All Might had given him a similar talk over the weekend after the excitement died down. In his seat, Bakugo silently fumed. I mess up once and get a week of detention. Damn Deku fucks up and gets praise?! Aizawa put his bandaged hands on top of the podium.

"Good. That being said I have some announcements. The first is that Mineta has dropped out of the hero course." Unbidden a small cheer rose from the female students in the class. Kaminari raised his hand.

"What, why?" he asked. Aizawa shrugged.

Deep in the Fire Zone section of the USJ, Mineta huddled in one of many rooms at the end of a long hallway. The boy was terrified out of his mind. He went to U.A. to get girls, not this! He was in over his head. He didn't have a powerful quirk like Midoriya or Bakugo, he just had sticky balls for fuck's sake! A Spanish-accented voice drifted down to the hall poor boy, freezing him in place.

"I had doubts over Shigaraki's proposal, but I must admit, I'm enjoying this game of cat and mouse."

Heavy boots stomped on the other end of the hall shaking the room Mineta was in. The small teen covered his mouth to stifle the screams of terror that threatened to escape him. The sound of wood crunching reverberated throughout the building as the man that was searching for him smashed through the thin door of one of the rooms. There was some shuffling as the man leaned into the burning room, followed seconds later by another door caving in on itself. Mineta curled harder on himself, desperately wishing that this was a dream and it would shift to his normal dreams of large-breasted women. His pursuer was methodical, going down the hallway one shattered doorway at a time, steadily growing closer to Mineta, whose heart was beating a mile a minute by now. Another smash, another splintered door. Finally, those heavy boots stopped in front of Mineta's room. An evil laugh escaped the villain.

"Found you little mouse."

"Bane!"

A voice called out on the street of the building. The man, now identified as Bane, growled in annoyance and stomped away from the door. Against his better judgment, Mineta crawled over to the window, peering out of it to see the tall man made of smoke that sent him here in the first place holding a first aid kit of all things. He was joined by a heavily muscled man almost as tall as All Might. He wore a black bulletproof vest with nothing underneath, leaving his enormous arms bare. The man's face was covered by a black luchador mask with red eyes, the back of which was connected to a canister on his belt by a winding plastic tube. Said tube was filled with a venomous green liquid, sent straight to the villain's head. Massive steel-toed boots left cracks in the pavement as Bane stomped over to his comrade.

"What is it Kurogiri?" he stated bluntly.

"The Nomu failed, and the rest of the heroes are on their way," Kurogiri said tapping what counted as his foot impatiently. "Shigaraki has already retreated." Bane cursed in Spanish.

"Can that man-child do anything right?" he groused. Kurogiri looked warily where he knew the central plaza was.

"Bane-." The villain started. Bane waved his hand sighing, frustratedly.

"I know, I know." A portal of black smoke appeared, and Kurogiri stepped through it. Bane went to follow, but stopped, looking over his shoulder and stopping on Mineta. for a moment, the only thing the boy could see was red. Blood red.

"Until we meet again little mouse." He cackled viciously, then disappeared in an instant. Mineta dropped to his knees, shaking uncontrollably. "Again?" he exclaimed. "Fuck that! No woman in the world is worth this!"

"He was the only one to be dropped off alone," Aizawa explained bluntly. "Apparently he was hunted by Bane, and only barely survived." The class stopped cheering, an unusual outpouring of sympathy going towards the class pervert. Bane was a notorious mercenary. Not much was known about him, other than he had a tendency to use drugs to enhance his already considerable physical attributes. Aizawa was concerned, but there was nothing they could do about it. They would just have to wait until this "League of Villains" showed up again.

"Regardless, Mineta has made his choice," Aizawa stated. "This means we have an open spot in Class 1-A. Normally we would take the highest scorer from Gen Ed, but Principal Nezu decided an increase in international relations was necessary." Aizawa walked over to the door and opened it.

"You can come in now."

Aizawa returned to his podium followed by one of the most beautiful girls Izuku had ever seen. She was tall, easily five foot nine if Izuku had to guess, and powerfully built. Jet-black hair fell to her shoulders. A sharp jawline framed full lips and a sharp nose. She cut a striking figure, her bronze skin standing out against her uniform. But what caught his attention the most was her eyes. They were an electric blue, piercing through everything she rested her gaze on. Aizawa stepped forward.

"This is Donna Troy. She's a transfer student from Greece." He explained. Donna smiled, waving her hand in greeting.

"Hello!" she said brightly. "You can call me Donna. I'm so excited to be here!" she said. Aizawa turned to Izuku

"Midoriya, as Class Representative, it's your responsibility to make sure Troy here feels welcome and knows where to go. Today she's your shadow." He said. Izuku's eyes widened. Realizing his teacher was waiting for a response, Izuku nodded his head, internally freaking out.

CRAP CRAP CRAP SHE'S SITTING RIGHT BEHIND ME!

"Yes sir."

Aizawa grunted in satisfaction, turning to Donna. "Your seat is right behind him. If you need anything let either him or I know." Donna nodded, making her way over to the seat directly behind Izuku. Once she sat down Aizawa tapped the podium, bringing the class's attention to him. "The second announcement is a reminder; the Sports festival is in two weeks." A stunned silence filled the class. Most of them had forgotten about it. Jirou raised her hand.

"…That's still going on? We got attacked less than a week ago." She said. Aizawa shrugged.

"Be that as it may, Principal Nezu believes a display of strength is necessary to show civilians and villains alike that U.A. will not be cowed by a cowardly bunch of thugs." Izuku wanted to point out that it wasn't just a cowardly bunch of thugs but also a beast supposedly capable of killing All Might, but wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. Aizawa stepped in front of the podium.

"The Sports Festival is the perfect opportunity for each of you to put yourselves out there. The whole world will have their eyes on you, especially after the Incident." Aizawa scanned over the class, meeting their eyes.

"I expect each and every one of you to put in your best effort, Plus Ultra style."

The class, barring Donna because she was confused, Todoroki because he didn't care, and Bakugo because he was an asshole raised their fists.

"PLUS ULTRA!"

Several hours later, Lunch

Inwardly Izuku sighed with relief. He had guided Donna through the average morning at U.A. without making a complete fool of himself. Just one tiny incident with a wardrobe malfunction during Heroics class.

Honestly, the gym jackets were way too small! It's not like he's trying to tear them! It just happened!

His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He looked over to find Donna smirking at him.

"So Izuku, where are you sitting?" Unbidden Izuku flushed. Donna had taken to calling him by his first name almost immediately once she realized how much he was affected by it. His protests had died once she insisted he call her by her first name as well. Shaking his blush off, Izuku pointed to where Uraraka and Iida were sitting.

"Over there. You're welcome to join us." Izuku said as evenly as he could manage.

Donna looked around, then shrugged. "Why not?" she stated, grabbing a tray from the line and following Izuku to his friends. Iida stood up, bowing to Donna robotically.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance Troy!" he said. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Tenya Iida. You may call me Iida." The bespectacled teen's hands chopped up and down robotically. Donna gave him a friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you, I'd shake your hand but-" Donna looked down, where a massive tray full of every dish on the menu rested. "My hands are a little full right now."

Iida shook his head, sitting down. "No worries."

As Donna and Uraraka exchanged niceties, Izuku looked at the table. Uraraka and Iida were sitting on the same side, which left only two places at the table. Two turned to one as Donna sat down and pulled out a shiny metal stick from her bag and began to dig into her meal. Izuku and his friends stared. Uraraka raised her hand.

"Troy, what is that?"

Donna looked up, her mouth full of ramen. She swallowed quickly, looking at the pointy stick in her hand. She looked back at Uraraka, then Izuku. "It's a fork." Blank stares met her eyes. "Have you guys never seen a fork?" Iida raised a finger.

"I have heard of forks, but I've never seen one until now." Donna looked around, getting a nod of confirmation from Uraraka. Izuku shrugged, still standing.

"I've looked into them because of All Might, but never got a chance to see one." Donna shrugged.

"I couldn't figure out how to eat with chopsticks quick enough, so I stopped trying." She gestured to the mountain of food in front of her. "I eat a lot, so unless I want to skip class, I'm going to keep using my fork." Izuku nodded, finally sitting down next to Donna.

"Makes sense. Do you eat so much because of your quirk?" he asked, notebook in hand. Donna looked at it incredulously.

"Where did that come from?" she asked, looking across the table. Uraraka and Iida shrugged.

"We don't really know."

"I find it best to not think about it too much!"

Donna shook her head turning back to Izuku. "To answer your question Izuku, yeah I eat a lot because of my bless- I mean quirk." Izuku nodded expectantly, pen raised.

"And what is your quirk?" he asked. Donna took another massive bite of ramen, taking some time to chew before swallowing.

"It's called Amazon. I have enhanced strength, speed, durability and a bunch of other cool stuff." She said. "It runs in the family." Izuku's pen was flying across the page, smoke curling around his verdette curls as he mumbled to himself. Donna looked at him strangely. "Does this happen often?" Iida nodded.

"Whenever he talks about quirks, yes."

Uraraka put a finger on her chin. "So you're pretty strong huh? I wonder how a fight between you and Midoriya would go down." Donna raised an eyebrow at that, looking back to the green-haired teen.

"What makes you say that?" she asked. Uraraka smiled excitedly.

"Because he's the strongest guy in Class 1-A, he came first in the Entrance Exam!" she said. Now both of Donna's eyebrows were raised.

"Really?" she said, an excited edge in her voice. Iida nodded.

"Midoriya is incredibly powerful, as befitting of the Class Representative!"

Donna looked back at Izuku. She tapped him on the shoulder. Izuku stopped mumbling with a start, turning to Donna sporting a light blush.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, scratching the back of his neck. "I kinda get in my own world sometimes." Donna shook her head, a grin on her face.

"No worries dude, Uraraka and Iida here were telling me you're pretty strong." She said, leaning forward intently. The blush intensified.

"I mean, I am I guess." He said, shrugging his broad shoulders. Uraraka rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

"'I guess' he says. You destroyed a Zero-pointer with one punch!"

Donna's grin grew even wider. "You up for a spar after class Izuku?" Izuku tapped his pen on his notebook.

"I don't know, I need to get home…" he began. Donna gave him a pleading look.

"C'mon Izuku, the Sports Festival is in two weeks! Time to our 'Plus Ultra!' on!" she exclaimed. Izuku relented.

"Fine, but I need to get back before dinner." He said, shuddering unconsciously. Toshinori and his mom were going on a date tonight. Donna nodded, sticking out her hand. Izuku accepted it. The dark-haired girl grinned.

"Great! It's a date!"

DATE?!

End of School Day

Izuku was a six-foot-something bundle of nerves by the end of the day. He was almost 100% sure that Donna was joking, but the fact remained that she was a beautiful girl, and Izuku had a terrible track record with beautiful girls. When the bell rang he jumped out of his seat, hastily making his way to the door. When he opened it he was met with what seemed like the entire student body of U.A. his classmates crowded around him.

"What are you guys doing here?" Ashido exclaimed.

"Yeah, you're blocking the way dudes. So Unmanly!" Kirishima added. Bakugo snorted.

"They're here to scope out the competition Shitty Hair. We're the class that got attacked by villains." The explosive teen snorted derisively. "Idiots. Move."

"Bakubro! Not cool!" Kirishima cried out.

"Yeah, the rest of the school is going to think we're all arrogant pricks like you!" Kaminari complained.

"I don't care what they think! They're all pebbles beneath my feet!" Bakugo fired back, palms popping. The students parted to reveal a tall purple-haired boy with gaunt cheeks and bags under his eyes.

"You shouldn't disregard us so easily." The boy rasped. "Some of us in General Studies have been itching for a chance at your spot on the hero course."

"What do you mean?" Ashido exclaimed. The boy looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, an evil grin on his face.

"Didn't you hear? If the school deems your performance at the Sports Festival unsatisfactory to the standards of the Hero Course, they'll see fit to remove you, and replace you with someone else." He looked over Class 1-A. "With that in mind, this is my formal declaration of war. I will be taking one of you people's place in the Hero Course in two weeks." With that the tall boy left, students parting in front of him.

Bakugo snarled.

Izuku sighed.

With that threat, as well as the arrival of Class 1-B and their subsequent posturing, Izuku and Donna walked to the empty Gym Epsilon. A quick talk with Aizawa had given them access to the old facility on campus. It was specifically designed to handle strength quirks. The whole facility was built like a fighting arena, complete with a massive fighting ring sunk into the ground with one hundred feet of solid concrete and steel reinforcing the walls. Iida and Uraraka couldn't join them, as they had their own training to get to. Izuku turned to Donna, who was looking around the gym, a mildly impressed look on her face. "It's almost as big as my family's back home." She said.

"Meet you in the ring in five minutes?" Izuku said. Donna grinned savagely.

"You bet!" she exclaimed, already walking to the girls' locker room. Izuku quickly followed suit, changing into a grey compression shirt and gym shorts. He walked back out to find Donna already in the ring folding herself into a pigeon pose. Izuku blushed. She had changed into a black tank top and red athletic shorts, showing off her powerful arms and legs. With a start, he realized he'd been staring, and quickly faced the wall, his face burning.

"So Izuku, you know any martial arts? Karate? Taekwondo? Boxing?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Izuku shrugged sheepishly.

"…I'm kinda self-taught?" he said, scratching the back of his head. Donna dead-panned at him.

"…You're considered the strongest in class and you've never been formally trained?" she asked incredulously. No wonder Diana was worried. She thought.

Izuku nodded. "Alright. How about we spar, see where you're at?" she proposed.

"Makes sense to me," Izuku said. The duo moved to the mat, placing themselves on opposite sides of the circle. Izuku raised his arms in a rough estimate of a boxer's stance. Donna sighed. She had her work ahead of her.

"Ready?" Izuku nodded. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three!" Izuku lunged forward, only to meet air as Donna seemingly vanished in front of him. Izuku blinked confusedly.

Where did she go?

He got his answer when a foot slammed into his side, sending him flying into the reinforced wall. The green-haired teen groaned, clutching his side.

She hits harder than the Nomu!

Donna grinned. "What's the matter Izuku? Is the big bad Class Representative giving up already? What happened to plus ultra?" Izuku didn't answer, his hands forming fists. With a yell he lunged forward, fist outstretched. Again Donna seemingly disappeared, grabbing Izuku from behind and suplexing him headfirst into the ground, cracking the ring with the impact. Izuku pulled his head out of the floor, shaking the dust from his hair. He stood up, cracking his neck with a loud pop.

"That all you got?" he asked (His future self would cringe with the stupidity of that statement). Donna's grin turned feral. She shot forward; her fist raised. Time slowed down for Izuku. He dodged to the right, avoiding his opponent's swing by centimeters before he swung his fist in a mighty overhand punch. It connected with Donna's cheek, launching the dark-haired girl into the wall, cracking it. Izuku blinked in shock. He didn't think he'd actually hit her with that! "Crap!" he exclaimed, running over to Donna, who was embedded in the wall, head hanging limply. Izuku grabbed her gingerly, pulling her out of the wall gently. "Are you alright?" A fist flew into his jaw in response, sending him careening into the ceiling. Izuku landed on the ground with a thump. The green-haired teen picked himself up, looking over to where Donna was staring at him, her signature feral grin in place.

"Now we're talking!"

Two hours later

Izuku groaned, flipping on his back after yet another beatdown from Class 1-A's new resident powerhouse. Donna sat down next to him, her chest heaving with exertion. "I think that's enough for today." She panted. Izuku put up a thumb in agreement. Donna was relentless, a force of nature on the battlefield. She was just as strong as the Nomu and much faster, able to dance circles around the freckled teen. She was able to dodge or redirect just about everything he sent at her, and give just as much back. Donna stood up and stretched, inadvertently showing off her curves to Izuku, who quickly averted his eyes.

"So, you're strong, but you have no technique. You were throwing haymakers left and right the entire time." She tapped her leg. "You have legs you know! Use them!" Izuku nodded. It was good advice. He didn't kick as much because All Might relied on punches to get the job done, but he wasn't All Might. He needed to develop his own style unique to him.

Donna ripped him from his musing with a tap on his shoulder. She handed him her phone. "Here. Put your number in. We're going to be doing this again." Izuku nodded, absentmindedly putting his number in and handing it back to her. It was obvious that Donna had received formal training in numerous martial arts. And as the only person he'd met who could match his strength besides All Might (who couldn't spar anymore because of his condition), Donna would be invaluable h. It wasn't until an hour later while playing hide and seek with Eri that Izuku realized that he gave his number to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Oh Crap

A/N:

Toshinori and Inko are a "thing" now, and Izuku doesn't know what to do with that information. Now Eri has a mom, a weird "dad" and an overprotective brother!

Donna Troy is here! What's she up to? Izuku's gotten his ass handed to him for the first time. Donna has been training for years at this point, and Amazonians have similar strength levels compared to Kryptonians to any butthurt that Izuku lost (Had to happen at some point!). I've reinvigorated my interest in this story just by adding her, so I hope I can take it in an interesting direction.

Two questions. One, would you prefer her to wear a black and silver supersuit or a red and yellow/black supersuit? I've been trying to decide between the two. I'll try to figure out how to link them eventually.

And Two; should her hero name be Wonder Girl or Troia? She's been both in the past, which is why I want to leave something up to you guys. Poll for both will be up after this chapter is posted.

Reminder, I've edited every single chapter in some way. I tried to put an edit at the bottom of each chapter specifying exactly what I changed, but I will vaguely go through the changes now.

Chapter 1: I added Inko vs Muscular; changed some things about Izuku's discovery and general editing.

Chapter 2: Did some general editing/fixing.

Chapter 3: Changed the way Izuku and All Might first discover his strength and general editing.

Chapter 4: Extended Izuku's brutalization of U.A.'s robot population. Made Izuku more confident (less stuttering, more tired with Bakugo than anything else)

Chapter 5: Modified the fight dialogue between Izuku and Bakugo. This Izuku is a bit more wrathful than my previous version. I also changed the convo between Izuku and Ochako, removing Deku from everyone's vocabulary except Bakugo's, because he's an asshole.

Chapter 6: Changed the fights to be more interesting than "Izuku flicks the water." and "Izuku hits Nomu a bunch of times" Also flipped Ojiro and Mineta for obvious reasons now.

Chapter 7: Added a new scene at the end for obvious foreshadowing.

Am I editing too much? Probably, but it's my story so I don't care.

That's all for now! The semester is just about over for me, which means I'll be using a lot of my free time writing this story. Don't know when the next update will be per se, just know that there is a plan, and I'm actively working on this story again. Also, I just realized this story is at over 400 followers now, and over 300 favorites! Thanks for putting up with my bs over the years. Have a good one!

-DamianSays