"You want to go jogging after school?" His father inquired; an eyebrow raised up to meet his hairline.

"I want to be faster. I don't want a repeat of the sludge villain."

"..." Aizawa shut his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly thinking it over. It took about thirty seconds before he got an answer. "Fine, but give me your phone first."

Izuku chewed on the inside of his cheek, and did as instructed. His father opened it with ease before tapping on it a few times. "I also don't want a repeat of the sludge villain." Aizawa commented. "And because I love you, and until I can trust you properly, you now have a tracker app on your phone. This'll tell me your location if I need it."

On a small bench at the local park. Toshinori (The name he preferred to be called in his smaller form.) was asking questions about Izuku's home life, his diet, and his father. These were all things Toshinori needed to know in order to help train Izuku to be in his top shape. Toshinori was quietly typing on his phone after each and every question.

Toshinori was frowning as Izuku informed him of what his dad had done. "I wanted to fight it, but… My dad is stubborn, and smart to boot. He would have known something was up."

"I see. It's not the end of the world… It seems he's just paranoid, which is good in today's world." All Might muttered. "Which brings me to my next question, one I've been suspecting for a while now. Is your dad a prohero?"

"Yes!" Izuku beamed. "But he's underground, so you probably might not have heard of him."

"I thought as much. That explains things, and you said he trains you in the mornings. What kind of training?"

"He teaches us basic self defense, some martial arts, and sometimes he teaches us how to use binding cloths, though I'm not the best at it yet."

"Binding cloths? Heh, reminds me of someone I know." Toshinori chuckled. "But I'm like… ninety percent sure he's child-free."

"Oh!" Izuku snapped his fingers. "Dad also has us enrolled in acrobatics, he wants us to be as flexible as we can be by the end of the year. It's something he was self-taught in. So, there's that as well."

Toshinori couldn't help but whistle. "An underground hero and one hell of a teacher by the sounds of it." He wrote it down on his phone. "Now, your diet?"

"Oh. Dad makes sure we get all the major food groups, he makes sure our diet is pretty healthy and not too many fatty or sweet things. He wants us to be in our top form."

"I expected as much, still, I want you to write down what you eat in a day so I can gauge what may or may not need to be tweaked."

Izuku nodded. "Understood!"

"Alright, I think that's all for now. Thank you, young… uh… what is your last name?"

Izuku bit the inside of his cheek again. "Mmm…" He hesitated. "Tora. Izuku Tora."

"And why do I feel like that's not right?"

"It's… well… you can guess…" Izuku tapped his two index fingers together.

"Your dad?"

Izuku nodded. "It's on all official school work papers, but it's not my official last name. He's… he's scared, you see." Izuku never thought he'd ever describe his dad as 'scared' before. But it was the best word for this situation. Aizawa was scared. He was scared of someone recognizing his name and going after his boys. So, he pulled strings. Legally, Izuku and Hitoshi had Aizawa's last name, but on paper at school and other functions needed for it, it was changed to Tora.

Tora.

Aizawa named them after his cat.

What's interesting is that Hitoshi didn't need to have his last name changed, hell, he could have hyphenated it, but he didn't want his last name anymore. His last name was just a reminder of what he lost. Those were Hitoshi's exact words on the subject.

"Hm, very well. I won't push it. Tora it is. Izuku Tora has a nice ring to it anyways."

Izuku couldn't help but beam again.

"Alright, that should do it. Remember, text me a list of what you eat in a day… that does remind me. How is that you still have your phone? I figured it would have been confiscated."

"Dad gave me a choice. Either he takes away all electronics for three months or I run around the yard until I collapse…"

"... how lo-"

"Four hours. Not counting how many times I stopped to catch my breath or drink some water."

"Wow. Impressive."

"Thank you."

"Anyways, I should get going now."

"Likewise! See you soon!" Izuku waved Toshinori goodbye before standing up, and stretching his body. He was in athletic wear and after stretching his upper body, Izuku quickly did some high knee steps before taking off in a jog. He wasn't lying to his dad. Even though he was training with All Might, Izuku also wanted to be faster and better.

He had to be.


Once Izuku gave Toshinori all he ate in a day, and finished up some more questions, their training and his diet (which really wasn't much different, just more meat less rice.) was underway. Because of Izuku's schedule, and because of the fact that his father trains him and his brother in the morning, Toshinori had Izuku after school.

Izuku was a little confused when Toshinori brought them to Takoba beach. A beach that was once beautiful but now littered with trash and pollution.

"I trust your fathers training in flexibility and speed, my training will be focusing more on muscle. You're going to need as much muscle as you can get Young Tora. And trust me, the combination of muscle and flexibility will come in handy as a hero!"

"I'm ready!" Izuku declared loudly and proudly.

"Great! You are going to clean the beach!"

"Eh?!"

"Yes!" In a puff of smoke All Might appeared and it was almost like he was an entirely new person. "You see, this rotting pile of trash? This is going to work out all of your major muscle groups in the upcoming months!"

"Oh. I see…" Izuku looked at all the abandoned appliances, trash, and items surrounding them. He felt a little overwhelmed by it. Who throws a refrigerator on a beach?! Still, his dad didn't raise a quitter. "Very well." Izuku rolled his shoulder blade in it's socket. "Tell me where to start."

And thus, they're training began and Izuku's life somehow got more chaotic in the process.


It was three months into training when the first and most noticeable chaotic thing happened to Izuku. It was when a new kid transferred to their school. Izuku was really only half paying attention when this kid was introduced by the teacher. Really, Izuku was focusing on his grip strength under the table. It wasn't until the kid spoke did it gain Izuku's attention.

"Yo! The name is Denki Kaminari! But you guys can just call me Kaminari- that's how things work here… right?"

Izuku whipped his head up at the loud voice of this newcomer.

Kaminari stood there suddenly looking very unsure of himself. His hair was blonde, cut short, with a black lightning streak through the right of his bangs. His eyes bore the same yellow electric blonde that his hair did. It gave Izuku a sort of… Pikachu vibe. But in a good way. A cute way. He had an accent and when Izuku thought about it, it clicked.

'He's American.'

A couple of students snickered at Kaminari as he awkwardly scratched at his face in embarrassment.

"Wow, not exactly a bright one is he." Akisho laughed a snotty laugh that made Izuku's nose scrunch. Kaminari winced at this and continued to scratch at the side of his face.

"Yes, that's how things work here." It was Hitoshi that came to Kaminari's aid. All while shooting a glare Akisho's way. "And don't let fuckmouth over there get the better of you. All he does is run his stupid mouth."

"Hitoshi Tora!" The teacher snarled almost immediately. "You- I- Office. Just go. I am not putting up with you and your attitude today." In a bout of frustration the teacher pointed towards the door.

Izuku rubbed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 'What the hell, Hitoshi? Since when do you speak up for the new guy?' Izuku inquired in his head as he watched his brother leave. Hitoshi never bothers with new kids, nor does Izuku to some extent. Mainly because the new kids want nothing to do with Izuku, him being quirkless and all, but Hitoshi was another story. Hitoshi just never liked the idea of making friends. It was easier for him to be friends with Izuku than to have someone else to worry about.

So, for Hitoshi to stick up for someone else was… different. It actually left Izuku a little stunned in all reality.

"What about you, thing number two? Have any smart comments?" The teacher snapped in Izuku's direction. Izuku just quietly shook his head and went back to taking notes. He would have to talk to Hitoshi later.

"Good. Kaminari, you may take your seat now."

Class continued on as normal after that. Izuku quietly mumbled under his breath as he wrote down his notes. This was much to the annoyance of his nearby classmates. He silently used the grip strength, occasionally switching hands every now and again. Thank goodness, he was ambidextrous.

Finally, class ended for lunch and Izuku immediately packed up and grabbed his bento. He knew he'd be alone now that Hitoshi was, most likely, serving lunch detention for his little outburst, but that was fine. It gave Izuku more time to focus on training and what he needed to improve.

He was going to move that fridge on the beach if it was the last thing he did!

So, up to the rooftop Izuku went.

Izuku was now following All Might's diet plan, Just more on the meats and less on the carb heavy stuff. Quietly, Izuku opened his bento once he was seated on the rooftop.

It was so quiet, serene and Izuku soaked up the quietness to the best of his abilities. It would be one of the few moments he would get.

"Hey! You're a rooftop kid too!"

Annnnd it was gone.

Izuku looked over his shoulder at Kaminari. "Uh… yeah, I guess." Izuku answered politely as Kaminari came up and simply plopped down next to him.

Izuku tilted his head at this before he lifted his bento up and started to eat.

"So, I was told that you and that purple haired kid are uh… brothers?"

"Hitoshi. And yes, we're… well, we're twins actually."

Kaminari's eyes lit up. "No way! I've always wanted a twin!"

Izuku chuckled before taking another bite of his food. He chewed, and then swallowed. "I can't help but notice your accent. Are you from America?"

"Ah, you picked up on that did you?" Kaminari rubbed the back of his head with an awkward lopsided smile plastered on his face. "Yep. Well, I'm half. My dad is American. I was living with him in America while my Mom stayed in Japan."

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Oh."

"Yeah, they do not like each other." Kaminari then laughed. "But that's fine!"

'Fine?'

Izuku just simply took in another bite of food while Kaminari continued to speak. "I was actually supposed to stay in America, y'know? But, I told my dad that I really wanted to be a hero and that the American schools just don't stack up to the school my mom went to. It took literally a whole year to get my dad to break."

"I see, and that's why you're in Japan now, I take it."

"Yeppers!" Kaminari started to eat his own food and talk with his mouthful at the same time. "I'mma go to yewa!"

"UA? No kidding, Hichan and I were hoping to go there as well!" Izuku now smiled at Kaminari.

Kaminari looked confused as he swallowed his food down. "H…Hichan?"

"Oh! Hitoshi, I call him Hichan!" Izuku scrambled a bit before blushing.

"I see. Still, I have to ask now… uh… is it… true?" Kaminari wiggled a little closer to Izuku now as if he didn't want anybody to hear.

"Is what true?" Izuku inquired before taking a bite of his food.

"That you and Hitoshi uh…" Kaminari swallowed hard and made a face before he put his two index fingers together pointedly. "Y'know?... are banging?"

Izuku spat his food out. "We're brothers!" He cried out in complete and total indignation.

"That's just the word in the school yard if you get me-"

"Akisho!" Izuku threw his arms up in anger. "That- oh that… Fuckmouth!" He stabbed his chopsticks into his bento in anger.

"What even is a fuckmouth?"

"It's what Akisho is!" Izuku opened his mouth and took a big bite of food. Now eating out of anger, Izuku shoveled a few more bites into his mouth, extending his cheeks out by doing so. 'Fuckwit, fuckface, fucking asshole. I've had just about enough of him.'

Kaminari rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "So you and Hitoshi aren't-"

"Bro-th-ers! We're brothers! Why would I even- yes, we're close, but to even insinuate that we'd- Urg!"

"..." Kaminari ducked his head at Izuku's rant. "Sorry…"

Izuku couldn't be mad at Kaminari. It wasn't his fault that Akisho was… well, a fuckmouth. "Not your fault. You didn't know. Still, you shouldn't listen to rumors."

"Yeah, I really should have just thought about it before speaking. I…I really should think before I speak." Kaminari chuckled softly, if not, awkwardly. "I just heard and I wanted to know if was true."

"Hey, man. I get it. It's not as easy as people think." Izuku huffed before crossing his legs. "Just know that any lewd rumors regarding me or Hichan are lies."

"Understood! Now… is the other thing true? Are you really quirkless?"

"Yep. And if that bugs you there's the door." Izuku pointed to the rooftop doorway with his chopsticks.

"No- no, it doesn't!" Kaminari waved his hands in his face drastically. Izuku must have had a look on his face because Kaminari added: "I mean it! It's interesting! My grandfather on my dad's side is quirkless!"

Izuku chuckled. "It's fine…and I'm sorry if I came off as rude…"

"It's no problem. I'm sure if I were in your shoes I'd be the same way." Kaminari sniffed.

"So, if you don't mind me asking. What is your quirk?"

Kaminari beamed at Izuku. "Electrification! Basically, I'm a human taser!"

"That's so cool!"

The rest of lunch was just the two of them talking about Kaminari's quirk. Izuku took his notebook out as he asked a boat load of questions to Kaminari, which the blonde was more than happy to answer.

And that's how Izuku made friends with a chaotic, loud blonde. The exact opposite of his brother.


Izuku was happy with training.

Really. He was. His dad was working on getting him and Hitoshi flexible and agile while All Might trained his muscles.

But man if Izuku wasn't tired. It's been five months, and he still had five more months to go. It felt so far but so close at the same time.

His stamina wasn't completely empty, he always had just enough energy to go each and every morning to night, but he still felt so drained. It was worth it. It was worth it. He was going to be a hero even if it was the last thing he did, and he wasn't going to be any hero, he was going to be the successor to All Might. He was going to get his dream and finally have a quirk and Izuku was going to work and work until his limbs fell off.

Which they felt like they were doing right now as he tried to pick up a microwave. He was getting stronger, he knew he was, the microwave wasn't as heavy as it once was to him. Still, his grip slipped and the microwave tumbled to the sandy ground. Izuku, in a panic to grab it, fell but somehow managed to trip over himself because of a discarded fishing net. Izuku was now laying there with his upper body on the fridge while his legs were tangled up below him in a net.

Tiredly, Izuku groaned and looked over his shoulder at All Might. His mentor wasn't even paying attention to him as he spoke to some very happy fans.

Izuku wasn't lazy, not in the slightest, but damn if he wasn't tired. He laid there for a few seconds and eyed up a discarded blender on the ground just a few feet in front of him- who throws a blender away on a beach?!

Izuku reached out in an attempt to grab the blender, but it was just out of his reach. "Eh!" Izuku grunted as he tried to reach for the blender with his arms outstretched as far as they could go. He opened and closed his hands like a toddler wanting something from their parents. He closed his eyes as he continued to struggle against the net. Kicking and twisting his legs in an attempt to be freed. Izuku didn't know what he'd even gain from doing this. All he knew was that he was exhausted and just wanted to get this beach cleaned-

"Huh?" Izuku opened his eyes.

Something cool and smooth was touching his open palms.

Izuku looked at the blender now resting between his hands. He then looked back at All Might, thinking maybe his mentor had something to do with this. No, All Might was still talking to his two fans. Izuku looked back at the blender, and down where it once laid. The spot it was once embedded in is now an empty spot in the sand.

"...What?" Izuku breathed out in alarm. "What?!" Izuku tried to stand, but the stupid net caused him to fall back down to his knees, nearly slamming them into the fridge. "Did I… did I bring you to me?" He whispered in shock at the blender. Like it was going to answer back.

'No. I'm quirkless, this is a… fluke? A freak of nature? There's no way that I…'

Izuku swallowed.

"You okay over there, fanboy?" All Might's voice boomed over to him. The two fans were now long gone.

Izuku debated on telling his mentor what just happened, but ultimately decided not to. Not until Izuku knew exactly what had just happened. "I'm fine! Just caught in a net." Izuku muttered as he put the blender down on the fridge. "No worries!" He beamed back at his mentor.

Once Izuku freed himself from the net. A process that took a painfully long time. He looked at the blender one last time before going back to his training. The first thing he was going to focus on was the net. That thing had to go. Still, even though he was focusing on finishing his training, Izuku had some serious questions.

The first and most obvious one being: Was he really quirkless?

You'd think he'd know that question…

But Izuku was still missing five years of his life.

'What are those memories hiding?' Izuku had thought as he watched the sky start to turn a rusty shade of orange. 'And who's the one responsible for getting rid of them.' He swallowed hard before physically picking up the blender. 'And why did they do it?'

Yeah! Start of the training montage! I have some ideas for this! This next chapter will probably focus more on training between Aizawa and Toshinori alike!