Toshinori and Izuku finally got a moment to talk to one another. They decided to meet on the beach they cleaned together. It had been the day after Izuku and Hitoshi received their acceptance letters.

All Might was standing there in his skinny form, waiting for Izuku. "All Might!" Izuku yelled in excitement as he jogged up to his hero and mentor.

There was a spray of blood from All Might's mouth as he coughed out an uneasy: "-Who's that?!"

"All Might is here!?" A voice yelled in excitement off in the distance and Izuku saw people standing on the pier just a little ways away from them.

"Say it was a mistake!" All Might coughed again in a hurried semi-whisper to Izuku.

"Oh-ah! My bad! He's not All Might!" Izuku scrambled to cover his mistake.

"Boo! You suck!" The man responded with a scoff. The two of them then stalked away. Both Toshinori and Izuku sighed out in relief. Once the coast was clear, The two looked at each other.

"I'm surprised it's just you. Aizawa told me clearly that we weren't allowed to be alone together anymore." Toshinori explained while looking around.

"He's on the roof." Izuku simply pointed off towards the road where a couple of expensive houses on stilts sat. There, on the top of the pointed roof of one of these houses Aizawa stood-er-squatted on. He was zoned in on them. Watching with interest, no doubt listening all the same. "He didn't think he was needed since we aren't training. Just talking."

Toshinori gave a small wave to Aizawa; it was not returned. "Right, Training is going to be… interesting." Toshinori ticked his tongue at this before he turned back to Izuku. "Regardless, you must be excited."

"Yes! I can't believe I actually got into UA! It's all so insane!" Izuku couldn't help it, he started to happily stim his fingers by tapping them all together in a fast and rhythmic way. Toshinori only smiled at him.

"Yes, you worked hard!"

"That being said… I do have to tell you something. I'm sorry, dad and I wanted to keep it a secret from Hichan, but… he freaked out real bad. We had to tell him you gave me the quirk." Izuku's little stim died down as he hung his head. "Forgive me."

Toshinori sighed. "I had a feeling." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "He won't tell anybody, right?"

"You have his word! Dad explained to him why it's imperative we keep this quiet."

"That's good… why'd he freak out?"

"I dunno…I told him I had a quirk and he just… lost it. It really didn't help when I told him that someone gave me the quirk." Izuku gave a soft sigh as he remembered the night in question. "He brainwashed me! He never uses his quirk on me…"

"That is alarming… it almost sounds like he may have had a run in with-" Toshinori looked at Izuku's confused face and trailed off. "Never mind, it's not important. It's probably not who I'm thinking of anyways."

Izuku nodded before smiling again. "Regardless, you have my word, Hichan won't tell a soul. He's not happy, but he knows it was my choice to do this."

Toshinori gave a nod at this. "Well, maybe it's for the best your immediate family knows. Less questioning that way, but please, don't tell anybody else."

"You have my word. Nobody else will know."

"Good." Toshinori reached over and put a hand on Izuku's shoulder as he smiled at the young boy. "We need to talk about training now. It's odd to me that you haven't grasped One for All right away. I never had this problem when One for All was transferred to me."

"Yes, well, Izuku isn't you." It was like he teleported as Aizawa was now directly behind Toshinori.

"A warning, Aizawa!" Aizawa had startled Toshinori so badly that it accidentally caused the older man to puff up into All Might by accident. There was a gush of blood that exited All Might's mouth before he immediately reverted back down into Small Might. "Warn a guy when you do that!"

Aizawa ignored Toshinori's yell and simply lightly hit the top of Toshinori's head with the down side of his fist. It clearly didn't hurt as it was less than a tap of pressure. "Izuku isn't you. You can't compare him to yourself. You may have immediately understood how this power works but he doesn't. We need to fix that as soon as possible so he's not always breaking his bones. Izuku, show him."

"I had a theory that I could maybe displace my power. So, with dad's permission, I threw a ball to see how far I could throw it using One for All. I used the power with my fingers instead of my arm. The ball went pretty far and my theory was right… but uh…" Izuku made an ashamed face as he pulled up his right sleeve to show Toshinori his two main fingers bandaged and were placed in a splint.

Toshinori was gentle as he grabbed the injured hand to inspect it. Izuku's index and middle fingers were purple in color as well as tied together with the splint. Leading down from his two fingers was a brace attaching around his wrist to limit movement to his two fingers. "Does it hurt?"

Aizawa didn't even hesitate as he smacked the back of Toshinori's head. Toshinori flinched at the sudden attack. "Does that hurt, jackass?"

"Point taken, thank you Aizawa." Toshinori's voice was curt as he rubbed at the back of his head.

"I can handle it." Izuku smiled at Toshinori. "I have a really high pain tolerance! Once when I was eight I dislocated my shoulder and didn't even scream… Hichan did though…"

"That he does have. I've never seen a child with such a high pain tolerance." Aizawa clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times as he shook his head.

"I see." Toshinori gave Izuku his hand back. "So you can put power behind your limbs."

"Yeah, but I still break my bones."

"Yes, we should get together for training. So we can stop this from happening. The sooner the better in my book!" Toshinori smiled and placed his hands on his hips. "When's a good time for you, Aizawa?"

"I'm thinking once his fingers heal. I'm taking him to see Recovery Girl tomorrow, hopefully this will be the last time we bug that poor old woman." Aizawa reached across and pulled on Izuku's ear. Not enough to hurt but enough to gain his attention. "Look, I don't want you constantly going to Recovery Girl with broken bones when you're in UA. She knows I'm your father and it reflects back on me."

"Understood." Izuku slightly whimpered and Aizawa let go of his ear.

"Now," Aizawa focused back around to Toshinori. "I've already set him up for quirk counseling, that'll start next week. Combined with his acrobatics classes once a week, training with me, studies, and now with his memory appointment-"

"His what?" Toshinori blinked in surprise.

"...You never told him." Aizawa swiftly looked at Izuku. Izuku's eyes went wide as he tried to think back to his talks with Toshinori, all the times they were alone together, Izuku never once brought up his missing memories.

"No… I don't think I did. I'm sorry, All Might. I'm missing memories."

There was a spray of blood that released from Toshinori's mouth like a wild fountain. "Wha-"

"It's not chronic! I should say. I'm missing the first five years of my life, and a more recent memory that's cause for alarm. So, once a month we're having a lady dig through my memories to try and fix what's been wiped."

"Wiped? Meaning-"

"Yes, someone removed those memories. We don't know who or why." Aizawa finished for Toshinori as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "For two-to-three days after the memory appointments Izuku will basically be out of commission. This lady is the best but her quirk…It'll make him physically sick. If it wasn't important I wouldn't usually be putting Izuku through this." Aizawa reached over and lightly placed his hand on top of Izuku's head.

"I see…" Toshinori looked at Izuku. "What was so private that a villain felt the need to take your memories from you, my boy?"

"I believe it was the same person who kidnapped Hichan and I when we were five."

There was another gusher of blood, and unfortunately, Toshinori was standing just a little too close to Izuku when this one happened. "Kidnapped!?" Flecks of blood landed directly on Izuku's face, causing the boy to grimace before he awkwardly wiped at his face all it did was smear the blood.

"Ew." Was all Izuku could say as his face twisted in disgust.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Toshinori quickly fumbled for something to wipe the blood up with.

Then, it happened. Toshinori only watched as Aizawa, with one hand, grabbed Izuku's chin forcing his son to look at him. He then used the edge of his scarf to wipe Izuku's face. Only it wasn't exactly a gentle wipe. Toshinori tried his hardest not to laugh as Aizawa did a quick, but aggressive wipe to all of Izuku's face like he was a toddler.

"Dad-dad! I'm not a baby-" Izuku immediately tried to pry Aizawa's hands off of him.

"Shush." It didn't work. Aizawa was still much stronger than Izuku in that regard. In fact, all it took was a small wrist slap from Aizawa and Izuku immediately gave up. Eventually, Aizawa removed the edge of his scarf from Izuku's face. It was cleaner now. Though, there was still a smudge on Izuku's left cheek-

-Nope, Aizawa immediately wiped it up with the same force as before. Toshinori couldn't be sure, but he thought maybe Aizawa accidently wiped a freckle or two off of Izuku with how much force he had used. "Done." Finally the scarf was lowered.

"Thanks." There was no actual gratitude in Izuku's voice as he said this.

It was cute. The whole ordeal was just adorable and Toshinori wasn't expecting it, which was the best part of seeing Aizawa be so… fatherly towards Izuku. Aizawa has always been a hardass, especially towards his students and fellow teachers. So, to see a softer side was… welcoming.

"I'm not wiping your face." Aizawa suddenly said in a deadpanned voice, reminding Toshinori that he still had blood dripping down his chin and neck.

"Sorry! I got distracted." Toshinori found his handkerchief in his pocket and quickly wiped the blood away from his mouth. "Young Izuku, you were really kidnapped as a child?"

"Yes?" He stated it like a question which was concerning. "Hichan knows what happened more than I do. He's the one with his memories still intact."

"What does he remember?"

"I can't tell you." Izuku's response had been breathy, scared almost, his eyes went wide, and his skin paled making his freckles stand out predominantly on his face. He put his hand to his mouth as if he himself were reliving the memory.

"That's none of your business, Toshinori." Aizawa, on the other hand, turned aggressive in less than a second. His teeth slightly bared, a snarl on his lips. His shoulders squared and muscles tense.

Toshinori put his hands up. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I asked. I shouldn't have pried."

There was a moment of silence before both family members relaxed again. "Let's just move on." Aizawa sighed as he rubbed at a knot in his shoulder before he rolled his head from side-to-side. "Please."

"Training time?"

Aizawa shut his eyes. "Next week. School will be over by that time. Monday morning. My house. Nine AM."

"Sounds like a plan."


It wasn't until the literal last day of school did Kaminari finally get the results from UA back. Izuku was afraid for a minute, as was Kaminari.

"We're all going to be heroes!" Kaminari scooped Izuku and Hitoshi into a tight hug as he grinned ear-to-ear. All three of them got accepted into UA. It was almost surreal for Izuku to learn. He really feared at least one of them would be rejected, namely himself, but that's not the case. They all got in, and they'll all become heroes!

Izuku felt eyes on him, and he turned to see Akisho glaring daggers. The moment they locked eyes, Akisho looked away with an eye roll. There were no boisterous threats from Akisho, no insults, in fact he looked rather quiet. His silence told Izuku enough.

With it being the last day of their middle school experience the teacher really didn't have anything planned with finals finished up, so a lot of teachers simply allowed the students to talk amongst themselves.

Kaminari immediately planted his but on top of his desk once they were done hugging. "Oh man, I can't wait! Do you think we'll be in the same class?" He eagerly asked as he swung his feet back and forth excitedly.

"Dunno, there are two classes for the heroic course. So, there is a possibility we get different classes." Izuku commented as he took his seat on his own desk.

Hitoshi almost seemed to pale a little at that as he stared at his shoes. "I hope we don't." He whispered almost nervously. It was like Kaminari read Hitoshi's mind at that moment and he smiled.

"Please! You two are twins, there's no way you'll get separated!" Kaminari laughed as he slapped Hitoshi on the shoulder.

Izuku spoke next, slightly leaning into Kaminari's right. "I don't think he was just talking about us, Kami. I'm pretty sure he wants you to be in that class as well."

Hitoshi instantly tensed a little. "No- nope wasn't- nah!" He tried to wave it off, but there was a faint dust of pink across his cheeks. One he was trying, and failing, to hide. "Totally just talking about Zuchan." Hitoshi immediately looked down at the floor in a last ditch attempt to hide his face.

Izuku and Kaminari looked at each other before they both started grinning. "Sure, whatever you say, Hichan." Izuku leaned back against his desk and smiled.

"Huh? What happened here, Zuku?" Suddenly Izuku's right hand was grabbed by Kaminari. His index and middle finger had healed, obviously, but there was still some bruising from Recovery Girl as she didn't heal them completely. They were usable, but sore.

"It's nothing. I accidentally slammed them into the car door." Izuku lied with a shrug. "It doesn't hurt. So no worries."

Kaminari shuddered violently at that. "Urg! I can't imagine."

Izuku brought his hand back down and smiled at Kaminari. Still, in the back of his mind, a little voice was speaking. 'He's gonna know once you're in UA that you have a quirk now. You should tell him. Obviously not the whole truth, just lie and say you realized you were misdiagnosed.' Izuku blinked before looking down at his bruised fingers. 'Later.' He decided.

Time ticked on with the three of them casually talking about their plans for UA. Izuku was even brave enough to show Kaminari his potential hero costume. Akisho shooting looks their way the whole time. Soon, the bell rang and it was time for lunch. "I have to go to the restroom, could you please take my bento up to the roof?" Izuku asked as he handed his lunch box to Hitoshi.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up or I'll eat all of your sticky rice." Hitoshi smirked as he took his brother's lunch box.

"You better not!" Izuku pouted as his brother and Kaminari made their way out of the classroom. Izuku only huffed before he walked the opposite way of his brother and towards the nearest bathroom. Izuku did what he needed to do, flushed, and it wasn't until he was in the middle of washing his hands did the bathroom door open.

Izuku wanted to roll his eyes when Akisho stalked inside. Izuku decided to just keep his head down and go past Akisho… but Akisho hadn't moved from the door. In fact, Akisho had his back on the door. It wasn't until Izuku finally looked up did Akisho finally move. His movement? He locked the deadbolt of the bathroom door.

'Oh shit.' Izuku thought as he flicked the excess water off of his hands into the sink.

Izuku didn't speak, Akisho didn't speak, no, both of them just stared intensely at each other. After a few more minutes of just staring, Izuku finally broke the silence.

"Whatever you're thinking. Don't. It won't end well."

"Are you threatening me?" Akisho sneered as he took a step closer towards Izuku. Izuku took a step back.

"No, Akisho, I'm not."

"What? You think just because you got into UA you can boss me around now?"

"No-" Suddenly, Izuku saw a hand coming for him. Out of reflex, Izuku ducked down, out of Akisho's reach and swiftly jumped to the side. He rammed his shoulder directly into a stall in an attempt to get away. "Akisho, just-"

Akisho made another attempt to grab at Izuku. Izuku managed to jump out of the way, but only just barely. "If you make another grab at me; I'll be forced to defend myself! I don't want to attack you, Akisho." Izuku made sure to yell this out loud enough for his voice to reverberate off of the tiled walls of the bathroom.

Akisho narrowed his eyes before he started to visibly grind his teeth. "How did you get into the UA heroic class but I didn't!? How could someone who's quirkless be able to even step foot into UA!? I should have taken that spot! It belonged to me and me alone!"

Izuku sighed out. "Akisho, I'm sorry-"

"I refused to be pitied by the likes of you!" Akisho, once again, went to grapple Izuku. Izuku ducked, but followed through with his threat. He managed to duck under Akisho's right arm, and he wrapped one arm on Akisho's bicep, and then grabbed Akisho's wrist with both of his hands and forced it to bend downwards. "Ah!" Akisho cried out in pain as he nearly crumpled to his knees as Izuku applied uncomfortable pressure down on Akisho's wrist.

"Please, Akisho-"

Akisho was smiling. His breath uneasy while sweat formed at his brow. "You-" His eyes turned deadly as his smile turned completely sinister. "-fucked up!" Akisho used his free hand to slam his palm directly into the side of Izuku's face.

Izuku tasted blood and the sudden force of the attack made him take a startled step back. He fell into a stall door that wasn't locked, the door swung open from Izuku's weight and he fell to the floor, smacking his head on the side of the toilet.

Izuku's head swam for a second, maybe two, as he hit the floor beside the toilet. Izuku went to stand, but all he felt was a flood of pain erupt against his face as Akisho kicked Izuku directly in the face. Izuku's body reacted swiftly as he suddenly kicked his own leg out, getting Akisho directly in the knee.

Akisho fell to the ground as his knee gave out. Izuku scrambled to his feet and in less than a second he managed to tackle Akisho around the middle. There wasn't much of a struggle as Izuku now had the upper hand; pinning Akisho's arms above his head. "Now, calm down!" Izuku hissed between clenched teeth. He could feel his nose bleeding and watched as several fat droplets landed directly on Akisho's face. There was a few seconds of silence before Akisho sniffled suddenly.

"I don't understand…" Tears sprung into the corners of Akisho's eyes. "You're quirkless, you're supposed to be weak…"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Akisho. But I'm not weak just because I'm quirkless."

Akisho tried to struggle against Izuku's grip, but it did nothing. "It wasn't supposed to be like this! I was supposed to be the one to go to UA. I thought if you were out of the picture-"

"-You'd get Hichan all to yourself?" Izuku finished with a head tilt and Akisho's face turned red, be it from embarrassment or anger Izuku didn't know. "I figured it out when Hichan accused you of having a crush on one of us; you said you'd never lay with someone quirkless and I figured Kaminari hadn't been here long enough for you to form a crush on him. You never mentioned Hichan in that conversation."

Akisho hissed as he looked away from Izuku. "Fine… fine. You think you're so smart, asshole? Did you know that Hitoshi actually knows this?!"

Izuku blinked in surprise. "What? There's no way."

"I confessed to him at the start of the year. I told him how I've been crushing on him since elementary school and you know what your brother did?" Akisho leaned his neck up so he and Izuku were nose-to-nose. "He laughed. He told me that he could never be with me because I made you wander out in traffic once, we were ten, and he refused to let it go. It's always been about you when it comes to Hitoshi. Always!

"The funny thing is, I'm being stupid, I know I am. I told myself: If you don't get into the hero course, then maybe, just maybe, Hitoshi will move on with his life without you. But I know. I fucking know. If you wouldn't have gotten into the hero course in UA. Hitoshi would turn down his own spot to be with you."

"He wouldn't-"

"He would, Izuku! He would turn down everything if it means being by your side. He loves you so much that he doesn't see other people. They mean nothing to Hitoshi."

Izuku felt his eyes soften as he sighed and slowly got off of Akisho and sat on his butt. "You could have used your quirk on me multiple times in this fight, but you didn't."

"..." Akisho sat up on his thigh and pushed his frizzy hair back from his face with one of his hands. "I couldn't." Akisho whispered softly as he lowered his eyes to the dirty tiled floor beneath them. "You know that day I had you walk into traffic. I was just trying to show off. I wanted to impress him… instead I made him hate me from that day onward."

Izuku frowned before he stood up. He wiped his hands off on his pants and reached out for Akisho. Akisho looked at Izuku's hand before sighing and taking Izuku's hand into his own. "Also, sorry for- you know- kicking you in the face."

"This?" Izuku turned to look at himself in the mirror. His nose didn't look broken, thank god, but it had been bleeding by the dried and crusted blood that trailed down from his nostrils, chin, and ending at the base of his neck. "Easy clean up."

"Hitoshi is going to kill me…"

"He won't know. Consider it a graduation present." Izuku turned on the tap to the sink and grabbed a paper towel from the holder. He ran it under the cold water and once it was saturated with water he wrung it out and started to dab at the blood under his nose. Izuku was painfully aware that Akisho was right behind him, watching him try and wash away the evidence. Izuku looked over his shoulder at Akisho. "Go on." Izuku gestured his head towards the door before he went right back to wiping the blood off of his face.

"Thank you. I'll see you around." Akisho's shoulders slumped a little, yet he had a small smile on his face as he left the bathroom.

Izuku sighed and winced a little when the cold paper towel pressed against a sensitive part of his nose. "Yep, that's gonna swell." He mumbled once he saw the tender red skin already starting to puff up on the left side of his nose. He also saw a bit of a bruise forming just under his right eye. "And as far as anybody is going to know, I tripped and slammed into a locker."

And that's exactly what he told Hitoshi and Kaminari when he finally got to the roof. Izuku's exact words were: "I'm sorry I'm late! You won't believe it. I tripped on my own damn shoelace and slammed directly into an open locker!" He yelled in mock frustration and even threw his hands up for good measure.

Kaminari didn't suspect a thing and if Hitoshi suspected anything he only let it show once. When he flickered his eyes from the bruise on Izuku's face and frowned. Hitoshi didn't voice his concerns once. Which was interesting and Izuku figured it was because when he finally got to open his bento-

"You jerk!" Izuku threw his chopsticks at a laughing Hitoshi.

"I warned you I'd eat your rice!"


Toshinori felt like his every move was being watched, because it was. As he lightly sparred with young Izuku he was being watched by both Aizawa and Izuku's twin brother. Man, he could feel Hitoshi's anger from where he was standing.

"What happened to your face?" Toshinori asked as he pointed to the bruise on the side of Izuku's nose and right under his eye. The bruise under Izuku's right eye was what caught Toshinori's attention. The bruise was dark, almost black in the process of healing, but it was curved downwards in a perfect arch.

"I tripped and ran into a locker." Izuku responded with a smile.

"Young Izuku, that bruise under your eye is curved. Almost like a-"

'-Shoe. That's the curve of the top of a shoe. Somebody kicked him in the face.' Toshinori realized it fairly quickly. And if Toshinori figured it out that quickly, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that Aizawa already knew it just as well.

Izuku's eyes went wide as he looked at Toshinori. 'So, he's keeping a secret. Very well.'

"Never mind. I was thinking of something else! Besides, it's not that important!" Toshinori smiled and that made Izuku visibly relax. "So, One for All-" Toshinori saw it out of the corner of his eye, Hitoshi visibly shuddered like a cold wind smacked him right down the spine. "I need to ask, when you were training with your father the other day, how did it feel right before you put the power behind your fingers."

Izuku swallowed as he looked at the two fingers in question. They looked good as new; say for some slight bruising. "I don't know if I can properly explain it. But if I could… it felt like a bunch of power all at once right before my fingers broke. Kind of like… I don't know… putting a raw egg in the microwave and waiting for it to explode."

"A little lamer than what I was expecting, but I guess as good of an analysis as any." Toshinori admitted. "So, I think the best exercise for you here is control. You're using way too much power from what I'm gathering. Your body can't handle it all, hence the broken bones."

Izuku put his fingers to his chin as he thought. "That would make sense. I've been going from nothing to a hundred percent of power since I got this quirk. So the next best action would be to lower my percentage, but what would be a good percent to start at? And what if I go just slightly over the percentage needed? What if I do just a zero-point percent? Would that be possible- Muttermuttermutter."

Toshinori blinked as Izuku rapidly fired questions at him. 'How can one kid talk so fast?'

Aizawa calmly strolled up to Izuku and simply put his hand on top of Izuku's head and twisted said head so Izuku was now facing him. Then, Aizawa flicked Izuku's forehead. It was a gentle flick, one Toshinori would even describe as 'lovingly.' Well, as lovingly as a flick to the forehead could be. "Stop thinking so much about it." Aizawa told him in a soft voice before he walked back to the spot he was standing at previously.

"Right, right, sorry." Izuku rubbed his forehead. "So, what you're saying is that I should lower my percentage down to a reasonable amount and gradually build from there?" Izuku focused back around at Toshinori.

"Yes, that would be best, but for now we need to see if you really can lower how much power you put behind your attacks."

"You're right." Izuku immediately turned his head to his dad. "Can we?"

Aizawa's lips thinned into a line. "We just healed your fingers, Izuku, but I know we need to know if you can lower or change the amount of power you can use, so…" Aizawa sighed. "Use your left hand. I'll get a doctor ready." Aizawa grumbled the last part as he took out his phone. "Someone other than Recovery Girl, she'll have my head."

"Here-" Hitoshi grabbed a nearby ball and tossed it.

Toshinori was a little startled when he heard the ball jingle and he soon realized it was a cat toy Hitoshi had tossed. A little ball with a bell in the middle. Toshinori silently came up behind Izuku as Izuku put the ball in his left hand. "Okay, I want you to only use your fingers when tossing this ball up. We want the ball to come back to us, so keep your palm up and only toss the ball in the air, not away from you." Toshinori instructed calmly as he guided Izuku's hand the way he wanted it.

Izuku rested the ball between his thumb, index, and middle finger on his left hand. "If you can, only try and use these two like you did on your other hand." Toshinori touched Izuku's middle and index finger.

"Understood." Izuku stiffened his body up as he was preparing to toss the ball. "How low do you want me to go percentage wise?"

"As low as you can possibly go, my boy."

"Okay. I'm ready."

Toshinori backed up a step and gave Izuku room. Izuku sucked in a soft breath, exhaled, before he had a determined look on his face. He moved his left hand down and the whole world just seemed to pause. It went dead silent between all parties. Then, Izuku tossed the ball and-

It rose about maybe three inches in the air before it fell to the ground with a soft jingle of the bell.

"...Okay so that was no percentage. Turns out I went a little too low on that one." Izuku explained as he leaned down to pick the ball right back up. "Let's try that again."

Toshinori exhaled a breath he had been holding. "Yes, my boy, let's."

When Izuku did try again, the ball definitely went a lot higher than before. It went as high as the roof of Aizawa's house. Which had to be a story high. "Tch!" Toshinori had been so focused on the cat toy that when Izuku made a sound of pain it immediately made him look in Izuku's direction. Izuku was cradling his fingers to his chest while gritting his teeth from the obvious pain. The fingers were most definitely broken.

"That's… good." Izuku smiled through his pain. "That was absolutely lower than last time. What was it last time, dad?"

"Seven hundred meters."

"Y-Yeah. I lowered the percentage. I tried to visualize the egg in the microwave when I did it and it helped. I think I lowered it to about… forty percent? Maybe a little lower than that. It's not an exact science but… it's something." Izuku let go of his fingers and Toshinori saw just how bad it looked close up.

Izuku's fingers were absolutely broken. The two fingers a deep unnatural shade of purple, the bones, though not visible, had to be broken in two by the grimace that Izuku was trying his best to hide.

"So, even forty percent is too dangerous?" Hitoshi grumbled as he approached Izuku. "How much lower do you need to go in order to stop breaking your bones because, uh, broken bones aren't a good look on anyone." Hitoshi then gently grabbed Izuku's palm and kindly held on to Izuku's hand, being mindful of the two very obvious broken fingers. Hitoshi lightly rubbed his hand up and down Izuku's wrist in an attempt to sooth Izuku's pain without going near his fingers.

"As low as I can make it. There has to be a percent. I'll go down even lower next time, ten percent, maybe even five percent,- hell- I can use my ring and pinky finger right now if you want-"

"No." It was unanimous all across the board as everyone, except Izuku, shut that idea down instantly.

"Please, young Izuku, don't keep hurting yourself. I know you're eager and we're getting somewhere, but it's best if we take this slow." Toshinori put a hand on Izuku's shoulder.

Toshinori heard a grumble and immediately recognized it as Hitoshi. He had spoken low, under his breath that it was hard to make out, Izuku hadn't heard it at the very least, but Toshinori had. His years in heroics always kept his ears sharp so to hear potential villains nearby.

"He never should have gotten that dangerous quirk." Was what Hitoshi had grumbled as he continued to gently caress Izuku's wrist. Hitoshi's eyes flickered to Toshinori for a moment before focusing right back on his brother.

Aizawa approached. "Leave us to talk, okay? A healer is on their way."

"C'mon Zuchan. Let's ice your fingers." Hitoshi needed no more incentive to get Izuku away from Toshinori. The two of them soon disappeared into the house.

"Is it me, or does he hate me?" Toshinori asked once he and Aizawa were alone.

"Hitoshi? Don't take it to heart. He doesn't hate you; he hates the quirk." Aizawa approached a little more with his hands in his pockets. "I don't blame him. I hate that damn quirk just as well." Aizawa confessed. "But we're stuck with it…" He gave his head a short shake.

"Don't worry, Aizawa, I can say with confidence that we'll get Izuku up to speed in no time. Between you, me, and a quirk counselor? Izuku'll stop breaking his bones!"

"You better fucking hope so, Toshinori. I'm getting kind of sick having his bones reset."

Toshinori didn't reply right away as he peered inside the house. He could see Hitoshi holding onto Izuku's right hand as they held his left hand in a bath of ice water.

"C'mon. Let's go inside and wait for the healer. You thirsty?"

"No, I should probably take off actually." Toshinori looked at his phone for the time. "I have a feeling training is over anyways."

Aizawa snorted in response. "Fine, have it your way. Just break my child's bones and leave."

"Heh, I didn't think you had a sense of humor, Aizawa."

Aizawa gave yet another snort in response to Toshinori's comment but he didn't verbally respond this time around. He opened the sliding door to the house and allowed Toshinori to walk through first.

Izuku turned his head towards Toshinori and tried once again to smile through his pain. "We'll try again later. I'll go even lower, I promise." Izuku's voice was a little unsteady but his smile was unwavering.

"Just don't push yourself, My boy. I think your family would rather you be in one piece, right Young Hitoshi?"

"..." Hitoshi didn't respond as he just looked away from Toshinori.

When it became clear that Hitoshi wasn't going to respond, Toshinori only nodded to himself. "Well, I'm going to take off. Take care."

"Good bye, All Might-!" Izuku kept the smile on his face as he turned to focus right back to his hand in the bowl of ice water. "Oh!" Izuku gasped suddenly as Hitoshi shoved a little round red pill into his mouth.

"Ibuprofen. It'll help with the pain."

"How long were you carrying that on you?"

"What, are you a lawyer?"

Toshinori made his escape after that.


The healer that Aizawa had called wasn't as efficient as Recovery Girl, so by the time the first day of UA had come his two fingers on his left hand were still in a brace. They'd only need a day or two more before the splint could be fully removed.

Both boys stood in front of UA's doors and Izuku slowly reached a hand out. Hitoshi didn't even need to look, he took Izuku's good hand into his own. People just kept on walking by the duo without even giving them a second glance. "I can't believe we did it. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up." Hitoshi whispered softly to Izuku.

"I know, I feel the same way." Izuku tightened his grip on Hitoshi's hand.

"Our first steps into UA…" Hitoshi and Izuku both sucked in a slow and deep breath before together they both lifted their right legs and took one big step into the school in unison.

"To class 1-A!" Izuku suddenly demanded boldly.

"To class 1-A!" Hitoshi yelled at him and the two of them were off.

They sped-walked down the hallway, each giddy with excitement. "I hope Kami and Iida are in the same class as us." Izuku smiled. "If Iida got in, that is…" He finished in a softer voice.

"Honestly, Zuchan? I'm just glad you and I are in the same class. I wouldn't have it any other way, you know?"

Izuku frowned a little as he was forced back to what Akisho had said on the last day of middle school. That Hitoshi would have probably given up his spot in the heroic course if Izuku hadn't gotten in… would the same be true if they would have gotten different classrooms as well?

Izuku didn't know.

As they approached class room 1-A, pushing past a few straggling students, they both became aware of yelling. It was muffled, harsh, and scolding. It sounded like it was coming from 1-A.

Hitoshi approached the door first and put his ear to it. He then turned to Izuku and nodded, confirming that the yelling was indeed coming from their classroom. "Oh boy, sounds like we got the rowdy class this year." Izuku sighed with a smile. "Let's just hope they don't bring us down." He then reached for the doorknob and opened it.

"-You are disgracing UA! I must demand you put your feet down on the ground where they belong!" Iida scolded in a loud voice as he chopped his hand at the blonde boy he was currently berating.

Izuku tilted his head. This blonde… he looked familiar. Like an actor you see on a TV show. One you recognize but you don't know the name of. His hair was spiked out in all different directions, reminding Izuku of an explosion. His eyes were candy red in color. Piercing and full of anger. He had a nasty sneer on his face as he looked at Iida.

"Fuck off, Glasses!" The blonde all but yelled in response to Iida. "Go bug one of these other extras!"

"Hey, just who are you calling an extra!" A familiar voice chimed in.

"Kami!" Izuku immediately put the angry blonde to the back of his mind as Kaminari came into his view.

"Zuku! Same class!"

"Same class!"

Izuku happily leaped a few paces before rushing to hug Kaminari.

"Same class, yeah."

"Oh! It's you!" Another familiar voice chimed in as a girl entered the room. Izuku spun around and smiled as his face suddenly turned red. It was the girl from the Entrance Exam. She smiled as she approached Izuku. "I was hoping you'd be in the same class as me."

"Right? I was hoping to see you again too. Thank you-"

"No, I should be thanking you." The girl got really close to his face as she grinned happily at Izuku. "You really saved me back there in the entrance exam! Can I get your name, please?"

"Ah!" Izuku knew he was blushing as he tried to lamely hide his face behind his arms. "Iz-Izuku Tora…" He whispered.

"Ochako Uraraka!" She extended her hand out for a handshake and Izuku gently took it in return.

"Zuchan, care to explain?" Hitoshi leaned into Izuku's right.

"Yeah Zuku, care to explain?" Kaminari was more teasing as he leaned into Izuku's right.

"Tora! I'm so glad to see you're alright!" Iida came skirting over as he put two big hands on Izuku's shoulders. "You had me worried. Not only that, but I apologize. I assumed you couldn't handle the entrance exam and I was wrong-"

"It's okay, Iida. Thank you. I think I would have died if you hadn't leapt up and saved me!" Izuku had spun around to face Iida.

"What in the world happened during your entrance exam, Zuku?"

Izuku, Iida, and the Ochako all opened their mouths to respond, but they didn't get a chance as the blonde boy from before suddenly spoke. "Is this a fucking joke?"

Everyone turned towards him. The boy had his feet down on the ground now. His fists were clenched up top his desk as he was just glaring at Izuku. Like Izuku had personally snubbed his family or something. The boy's teeth were gnashed together and his jaw was grinding so hard that he could hear his teeth clicking against one another.

"I'm sorry?" Izuku smiled awkwardly as he faced the boy. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say as the boy shot from his seat and suddenly rushed at Izuku with such anger and speed that made Izuku flinch. He took a step back, and tripped over someone's backpack, but thankfully, Iida came to his aid and managed to grab him before he fell to the ground.

"Is this a joke, fucking Deku?!" The boy had screamed at him.

'Deku…'

The boy didn't get to Izuku, Hitoshi was quicker than anybody else. He swung his arm out right before the stranger got to Izuku, catching the boy straight to the chest with the side of his closed fist. There was an audible 'thump!' when Hitoshi fist made contact with the boy's sternum.

The boy was instantly thrown off of his momentum and gasped out in surprise before he stumbled back over his own two feet. Several loud painful gasps left the boy's mouth as he grasped at his chest where Hitoshi had struck.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Hitoshi snarled out.

"What's going on?" Another girl, one that was invisible, say for the clothes on her back, had asked as she came in. More people came in surrounding the trio.

"Okay this has gone too far." Iida had remained calm as he got between the blonde boy and Hitoshi. "Can everybody please get to their seats? "

The blonde got to his feet and glared at Izuku before focusing right at Hitoshi. "And who are you to go to Deku's aid?" He pointed at Hitoshi and dared to take another step forward towards Hitoshi, but Iida kept his stance firm and refused to move, keeping himself as a barrier of sorts.

Hitoshi's shoulders squared. "I don't know who this 'Deku' is, but I know you went straight for my brother and so I responded appropriately." Hitoshi hissed right back. "I don't handle threats to my family well."

This caused the boy to blink in surprise. "Your brother?-" He then turned angry, it seemed anger was just the blonde's default emotion. His eyes almost seemed to go comically wide as he got even angier, it reminded Izuku of an angry dog. A chihuahua or a similar breed. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid!?"

"I do." Hitoshi smirked.

"I'll kill you, you Barney the dinosaur wannabe!" The blonde absolutely roared in rage.

"-I have been standing here for over thirty seconds-" Several students cried out in alarm and twisted towards the door of the classroom where their teacher was standing in the middle of the doorway standing inside of a sleeping bag. Izuku tensed almost immediately at the voice. It was-

Hitoshi and Izuku shared a look as their father removed himself from his sleeping bag.

For a moment the two brothers both had telepathy.

'Did you know?' Izuku silently asked in surprise.

'No.' Shinsou shook his head in response as they looked back at their father.

"I am Shouta Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, but you will call me, Mr. Aizawa."

'Oh. Oh shit.' Izuku thought as his father strolled straight to the podium.

"I want all of your butts in your seats the moment I step through that door. Do I make myself clear?" Aizawa snarled and kicked his sleeping behind his desk. "...well? Why are you all still standing? Butts in chairs." He hissed impatiently and immediately everybody scrambled for their seats. "It is absolutely unacceptable and I expect you all to work getting into your seat before I arrive, understood?"

"Yes, Sensei." Was what mostly everybody said.

"Good, now, I'll be saying roll. If I call your name I want you to respond."

Izuku quickly learned the boy's name. Bakugo, Katsuki. When his name was called he yelled out. "I'm here and none of you extras forget it! I'm better than all of you!"

"Jesus, does this guy have an ego or what?" Hitoshi whispered into Izuku's ear. Izuku bit his lip in a smile.

"Izuku Tora?"

"Here."

"Hitoshi Tora?"

"Right here."

"Good. The both of you will be known at Tora I, and Tora H, understood?"

"Yes sir."

Bakugo twisted his head over his shoulder to glare at Izuku. When they locked eyes he immediately sneered at Izuku but didn't say anything.

'What did I do to make him hate me?' Izuku thought to himself before he looked out of the window for a moment.

Eventually, Aizawa finished up the roll call and he looked at all twenty students before him. "Good, now, everybody stand up and I want you to go to the locker rooms and change into your gym uniforms. We're going outside today."

There was a mummer of confusion amongst everyone as they looked around at one another.

Kirishima, a boy with red spikey hair, asked "Already?"

"It's only the first day of school." Kaminari gave an awkward laugh.

Sero smiled. "This man doesn't waste time!"

"But what about orientation?" Ochako inquired.

Aizawa growled, his hair suddenly raised and his eyes turned red. "If I wanted your opinions or questions I would have asked for them. When I tell you guys to do something, you do it, no questions. Am I clear?"

The class stilled and quieted down in less than a second.

"Good. Now, go to the locker rooms. I'll explain the rest after you've all changed."

The students all quickly got to their feet and stalked towards the door, however-

"Tora I, Tora H, stay. I want a word with you."

Hitoshi and Izuku both stopped immediately as the others swiftly walked by them. It didn't take long before the classroom was completely empty and it left the three of them. Once the door was shut, Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest. "Wanna explain what I walked into earlier? Hm? Hitoshi? Fighting? On the first day?" Aizawa seethed in rage as he got right into Hitoshi's face.

"He charged at Zuchan." Hitoshi whispered and Izuku nodded. "I swear, I wasn't looking for a fight. I did what I did out of defense. Also, why did you tell us you'd be our teacher?"

"Don't change the subject, Hitoshi."

"They boy, Just out of the blue, got super combative and yelled at me. He looked like he was going to beat me. I swear, we didn't do anything." Izuku whispered, backing his brother up.

Aizawa shut his eyes before sighing and getting out of Hitoshi's face. "I'm going to look at the cameras and I swear if you both are lying."

"We're not." Both Hitoshi and Izuku responded at the same time.

"I mean it. No more fighting. Understood?"

"Yes, dad." Izuku nodded slowly and ducked his head down.

"Yeah, loud and clear." Hitoshi shoved his fists into his pants pockets.

"Good. Go get changed."