Last time… we travelled back in time back to the past to the day Izuku meet the teacher/hero Arata Darewell. Taking interest in the young boy he decided to train him. When forced to take a daybreak, Izuku found himself in the middle of a murder cause which he accidently and lucky solved. Seeing the boy's talent in action a question was brought to him: why not become a detective?

The U.A exams

"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Slash!

"Come on now, my boy. There are less than 6 mouths left before the U.A exams. Stop running from your training."

"YOU CAN SAY THAT WHEN YOU'RE NOT CHASING ME WITH REAL SWORDS!"

Once again, Izuku found himself running for his dear life as his so-called teacher chased after him with words in hand and out hand. It was one thing trying to doge a man with a sword through a partly cleared out junk yard. It's another thing when the man has the power of control other swords to hover like copters. As quick as his quirkless legs could carry him, he jumped through the obstacles of junk with Arata trailing close behind. His training regimen has gotten even more intense since the murder incident a month back. At first the mildly insane teacher trained him to use basic martial arts and using those skills to better doge and manoeuvre tougher terrain. As usual, Arata showed little mercy for the boy. He found himself with at least 10 bandages after each session.

Arata's brutality didn't end with physical training. The brain was also a muscle. During some school nights the man acted like the teacher that he was, and personality tortured the boy. He wouldn't allow the boy's grades to slip just because he was training with him. He made sure this boy will be prepared for the end of year exam. However, it wasn't a walk in the park. Just like physical training the teacher challenged him. Every once awhile he would present a question fair beyond his years just to see how the boy would react. Each time he put up a good try even if he got those questions wrong. The teacher in Arata couldn't help but commend the boy's efforts and lack of complaints. He would happily go through those harder question. Explained them thoroughly with a smile.

While Izuku was thankful for the extra lessons it was a little weird to see this stranger so often. Although he couldn't really call him a stranger anymore. The strange man has integrated himself into Izuku's life as if he were meant to be there. He kind of filled that empty space that hung between him and his mother. On those days, instead of walking in to see is mother alone he sees her laughing having tea with the man. It was surreal event that soon became the norm. There were even days he offered to help with dinner. His mother refused at first but Arata was persistence and worn down Inko's defences. It was nice having that third body around. Although Izuku would appreciate if he did not try to throw vegtables at him. Be ready for anything he says. Tell that to the poor vase he broken one time. He did apologise and replaced it but that did not stop Arata's surprise attacks. Although, Izuku had to admit it was kind of fun.

This not so much.

"Why are you using real blades away!" Izuku screamed at he ducked behind an abandoned washing machine. The poor piece of junk was soon cut in half by one of Arata's floating blades. Seeing this, Izuku was on the run again. He ran and ran to what he thought were possible circles. He didn't really know. He was too busy trying not to die. Now that he thought about it. Arata wouldn't actually kill him, right? RIGHT? The more took no brakes as leaped over a car and slid down the hood. Glancing back, he saw a told of 4 blades gaining on him like heat seeker missiles. One on point. Another two slightly back on either side and the last one bringing up the rear. At a good distance he spotted Arata floating far back. His eyes a glow. He just needed to deal with the blades, and he should be fine. He hoped. Frantically he looked form side to side trying to spot anything that could help him. Anything at all. From the corner of his eye he saw a microwave. It was small. Could be carried with one hand. It seemed to still have its cord too. Form a distance he spotted the cliff face shear rock wall. An idea popped in his head. It was crazy and he only had one shot, but it was a shot he was willing to take.

He veered his body to the side and snatched up the microwave along the way. Like a jack rabbit, he hopped through the junk in a zig zag making sure there would be plenty of cover for him. He just needed to reach the cliff face. Eventually, he reached a dead end of a rock wall. Mountains of discarded junk on each side. Only escape route was form where he came from. Perfect. He twisted around to face the blades. The first one came rushing he used the microwave as a shield. He bended backwords as far as his spine allowed as the blade pieced through cracking the already cracked microwave front. Then using the cord, he swung the microwave with the trapped blade like a mace and knocked the other two blades that were next. Finally, he leaped back making sure his back was pressed against the cliff face. The blade coming at him, he dodged at the last second. It pierced into the rock trapping itself. There was one thing left to do. In a spit second his heated green eyes spotted his target that just barely peered through the wall of junk.

Taking running position, Izuku dashed forward and attempted to punch the teacher. He hoped to surprise him as he turned the corner, but Arata caught his punch with little effort. As soon as he did, Izuku slap his arm free and tried a high kick. Again, Arata caught it with ease. With the boy's leg firmly in his grasp, he twisted it around forcing the boy off his feet and his head in sand. Izuku groaned as the sand entered his nose yet again. He was beginning to hate the fact he was getting use to the tastes. Nevertheless, he spat it out with hefty coughs. "Damn it."

While the boy self-loathes, Arata clapped proudly. "I must say that was good quick thinking. I am impressed. And your forms are getting better although you still lack speed."

"I can see that," the boy puffed as he twisted his body upwards. It was aching. For the last couple of hours, he had been doing kicks and punches. Perfecting his technique. Then suddenly Arata switched things up and started chasing him with swords. Real swords. As the child recovered form a possible near-death experience, Arata handed him a floating water bottle. He gladly accepted the cool beverage, gulping it down to half in a couple of sips. "Ahhhhh… but seriously why real swords."

"Why not?" Arata said a little too cheerfully. The smile on his face didn't help either. He allowed the boy to rest as he gathered his scattered blades. It took a little elbow grease to get the one stuck in the cliff rocks. It dug itself in deep, but he manged. He then plotted himself next to his student still smiling. "So how are things at school?"

"Good," the boy nodded while playing with the water bottle in his hand. "My mock scores have been higher than they've ever been. Thanks for that by the way. I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me." Curiosity settled in his green eyes as he cuddled with his keens. He rested is chin between them wondering: "Why did you decided to train me, Sir? I know it's a little late to ask but still."

Tilted his head at the child, Arata twirled an end of his blonde hair with a finger. "There's not much to say for what I said before. You piqued my interest after that sludge villain incident. I see great unrefined potential in you. As a teacher I have a stronger desire to polish a gem like you. Allow you to shine with spender. I saw you were struggling what with the manner I found you and that's pretty much it."

Izuku was not buying It. There just had to be more. No human would go this far for another without some sort of angle. With squinted eyes he leaned his head towards his teacher, "Are you sure?"

"100%." Arata then hopped on to his feet and stretched for the sky. Then he extended a gloved hand to his student. "There's still a lot to do my boy, 6 mouths are not a lot of time and we still have beach to clean. Not only that but I plan to add sword training to your regimen soon. Think you can handle it?"

Without even thinking, Izuku accept the hand. "I won't let you down, sensei."

He could not let him down. Not after everything he did for him. The number of hours this man gave this child. It was maddening. Days and days of training, touring and just genuinely beside him. All for the sake of him passing the U.A exam. It was all he ever wanted. Just so that he could walk in the steps of his hero All Might and become a hero himself…this is the right path. It must be. He had been working too hard now for this not to be the right path. He wanted to be a hero more than anything. He will be a hero. He will not let Arata's training and effort go to waste. All that blood sweat, and tears will be worth it soon. He will pass.


Soon the say arrived, the U.A entrance exam.

It was a rough day. Started will almost falling on his face if it was not for the help of this sweet cute girl. Izuku didn't know her name or quirk, but whatever it was it was an interesting quirk that made him float. Too bad his awkwardness got the better of him. He could even say thank you and just muttered murmurs. Then there was his run in with Kacchan. Of course, he chewed him out for even attempting to be there. It only got worse when he began fanboying over a hero that was there. Present Mic. He was as loud as his long electric yellow hair that defied all the rules of gravity. Apparently, he was fanboying a little too hard and one of the other students called him out. It was utterly humiliating. He hated it and shrunk back in his seat. This day could not possibly get worse.

He was going to eat those words soon enough.

The written exam was a breeze. Compared to Arata's brutal teachings this exam was nothing. He would not get perfect scores, but he would be willing to bet that he at least got a high score. The real test would be the practical exam. He didn't really know what would to expect other than robots. Each bot would be assigned a number and by destroy that bot he could gain points. There were also these zero pointers he didn't need to worry about. It was just an obstacle they could avoid they said. It was easier said than done for him. He was quirkless. All he had to defend himself was this sword.

As Izuku jittered in place with several other applicants around him he glanced at the sword at his side. It was a simple Japanese blade in a pure black sheath. Its handle was a fake gold wrapped in a bow diamond crisscross ribbon. A gift from his sensei. The day before the exam Arata gave him one of the blades he held on his person. He said it was hero gear he got made. Extra strong so he claimed. At first, he refused. He couldn't take such a weapon form him. What if he needed it for hero work of something? Of course, Izuku could do nothing against Arata's constant persistence. They managed to agree that it would only be a temporary exchange and Izuku would give it back to him once the exam was over. It was a reasonable enough agreement.

Nervously, Izuku fiddled at the handle. He had only learned the basics on how to use a blade. The proper stand, grip, and swings. Hopefully, that would be enough. Arata had done so much. Too much even. He still could not figure out why the man wasted so much time on a quirkless child like him. He was grateful none the less. No one has ever worked so hard for him and given him so much. He couldn't shame his sensei. No matter what happens he will be sure to pass this exam.

Then the gates open. Giant robots twice even 3 times his size came rushing into the arena. He froze. His legs would not move. All the determination burnt out by a wave of fear. He may have grown in body and skill, but his mind was still that of a scared child. That same useless, quirkless boy. The doubt swooped in. Thoughts like could he really be strong enough to beat those things without a quirk. He did not want to find out if the answer was no. He did nothing but stand there. His mind zoned out of his surroundings. Left and right applicants were destroying those bots gaining more and more points. He did not move. He has yet to gain a single point.

Damn it damn it damn it.

He tried to move. He wanted to move. He should move. Just move!

"AHHHHH!"

His senses were snapped to reality. Other applicants ran screaming from either side of them. There was a rush of something. The ground shook and builds well apart as the biggest robot of the lot came rolling it. A zero pointer. It towered over them all like a monster. If there was any time to run now was that time. Finally, Izuku's legs got their movement back. He was about to retreat with the other applicants, but he heard something.

"Help!"

Not even thinking he turned around. Trapped under rubble was the nice girl that help him at the start of the day. The zero pointer was rushing right at her at a steady pace. At the rate things were going she was going to get crush. This time Izuku's heroic nature out drowned his fear. Without even thinking his legs get again moved ignoring every logical bone in his body to flee. "I'm coming!" Once he reached the girl, he tried to lift the slab of concrete just enough so she could slide out. No luck. He even tried to leaver it off with the help of sensei's blade. It still wouldn't budge. The attempt was to use his strength and the girl's quirk on the slab, but it was too big end heavy for her to lift. Especially with the other large rubble pieces on top. The zero pointer was getting closer.

"You should go," the nice girl cried. "If you don't, we'll both be crushed."

"I can't just leave you." he argued back. He had to think. Just think. What could he do? He had two options free the girl or beat the robot. They have already tried freeing her and there does not seem to be anyone else coming back for them. That just left beating the robot which was as suicide mission. Unless…Izuku glanced back at the blade given to him. If he could cut through that thing's main circuits, it would stop. In theory. Only problem is that the most likely place it would be it at its head which was far beyond his reach. How could he get up there? That was when he realised the answer to that conundrum was right there beside him.

Feeling the boy's heated green eyes on her the girl asked: "What?"

Izuku was quick to reply. They could not afford wasting anymore time. "Can you make me float?" Thankfully, she nodded. "Ok I have a wild idea that I hope that works. I am going to get a starting run and when I reach you, I want you to make me float. I will handle the rest."

The girl had nothing left to lost so of course she nodded.

The quirkless boy took a couple of steps back and crouched into a running position. He glanced up seeing the robot getting ever closer. The girl on the other had hand her arm up as high as possible. A touch activated quirk he guessed. He was sure to keep that in mind. Now or never, he dashed up at the girl gaining as much momentum as possible. They only had one shot. Make it count for her sake. Once the time was right, he leaped up over her and felt her hand touch his shoes. It was more than enough. He could feel the weightless of gravity pull him up as his running start momentum dragged him forward. Right to the zero pointer.

He floated high enough to reach its chest, but he couldn't stop there. With his feet firmly on the metal plating he dashed right up bent close to the bot, so his centre of gravity remained in place. Without the fear of gravity pulling him down it was like running on solid ground. The clear sky in his sights nothing currently was trying to stop him. That would soon change. The zero-pointer seemed to have sensed he was there. Perhaps touch sensitive mental. Either way the robot tried to stop him by crashing his hefty mental hand down at the running child. It wasn't enough.

Seeing the massive metal hands about to crash down at him reminded him about the amount of time Arata forced him to doge using washing machines, ovens, a car. He can practically hear the man screaming in his head:

"Don't get crush now."

Really this was the same concept to him. Only difference was how slow they were. Compared to Arata's brutality fast pace this was nothing. Izuku easily dodged them. He weaved through gaps, leaped over mental fingers, and even used that moment to slam him back at the bot's metal shell so he would not float way. In response the bot became more erratic in its movements. Luckily, he had a sword at his side. He sliced through some of the bot's fingers when they got a little too close. It was easy tell the sword that he borrowed was special. Whatever it was made of it sliced through mental like butter. Perfect.

Soon Izuku reached the top of the zero point. The lack of gravity on him made the transition from main body to head a simple one. All it took as one good leap forward. Screaming like a warrior, he plunged the blade right in the zero-pointer glass eye. Not wanting to waste the momentum he continued to slice upwards. Pushing himself up with strong lunges. Once he got to the top of its head, he placed a foot firmly on top and hoisted himself up never lacking in his grip. He sliced forward in an uneven zig zag motion. Destroying as much as the upper circuits as possible. Shots of electricity crackled around him as black steam burned from the metal would. The blade was deep. Almost hilt deep. It was because of that and the boy's trained grip he wasn't floating way. It acted as both an anchor and a weapon as he dashed forward to the end.

Then the bot stopped moving. He soon stopped floating. "You did it!" he heard scream at a distance. He did, didn't he? He defeated the zero pointer. If you could do that than surely, he could get some points in and pass this exam. With new vigour in his step he tried to take out the blade buried in the bot's skull.

Then there was a snap. Along with the snap a buzzer rang.

"THAT'S THAT LISTENERS! THE U.A EXAMS ARE OVER!"

That was it. It was done. In the end he didn't even get a single point. That sadly enough was not the worst part. When he took out the blade form the wound, he inflicted, he found it broken. Snapped right in half. Not only did he fail the exam miserably without gaining a single god damn point but he broke the blade his sensei so graciously gave him. He failed simple as that. He failed his sensei. Gloom soon hang around him as he stared at the broken blade. He saw his own pathetic refection on it. His eyes dropped. Looked like they were about to cry. How foolish. Eventually he got enough will to walk. He found the zero pointers arms were dropped at its side like a puppet without stings. That was good. He had a way down. Using the arms as a ram he slid down to solid ground.

That nice girl was there to greet him with the biggest smile. "That was amazing. You really show that big bot a thing or two."

He didn't hear her. Mind to occupied with the voices of shame. Them telling him you could have succeed. You just had to move. You were too much of a coward to. Shame filled his thoughts. You wasted his time. His effort. He should have left you to drown. Sad and pathetic. Haven't you learned yet? You can't do anything. You are useless. Always have been. Even if you succeed what could you do? You saw those other applicants and their amazing quirks. All of them have a better chance of becoming a hero than a quirkless loser like you. Why did you bother to try? You know this path would either lead to disappointment or your death. Maybe you should just die.

Concerned from the lack of response, the girl tried to touch the boy. "Hey are you ok?"

Before a finger could graze him, he spoke. "In the end I couldn't even get one stupid point." His voice was cold deprived of feeling. It made the girl think twice as she flinched back. Slowly, Izuku began to saunter away with his head hung low. "If I just moved…I wasted so much of his time," he whispered under his breath. Others who wanted to congratulate the boy for defeating the zero-pointer stopped in their tracks. The arura of despair the boy gave out was like an inviable barrier. No one dared to go pass it. So, the let he boy walk away with his head hung low.


Walking mindlessly throughout the halls, Izuku eyes were blank. The shine he had before was gone. Not a speck of it remained. He didn't even know if he was going the right way. He just wanted to move away for everything. Be alone. Letting his footsteps tap at the marble floor. He though back to his training. How he cleared up the beach in record time. It's now spotless and beautiful as it was in the past. Thanks to that he gained quite a bit of muscle mass. Then he thought of all the times he had to doge like his life depended on it. Which was kind of true for most cases. He survived and become faster and far more agile because of it. Then there was learning how to fight. The 100 kicks and punches per day. The taste of sand when his was flung into it. Now he knows the basics and could probably take out a small time criminal. For self-defence of course. Then there was learning how to use a sword. He could feel the blisters in his hand still fresh and almost bleeding. He worked so hard. Yet it amounted to so little. He hated that. God damn it. He had all the skills to succeed yet he could not use any of it. God damn it.

Then there was nothing. The sound of his footsteps was gone. His body stop moving. How odd. He did not command his body to stop. His feet began to hover as he was forced to turn around. He was met with a sight he was not prepared to see. The smile face of his sensei.

"Hello, there my boy. Glad I caught up to you. How was the exam?" he asked so happily it hurt.

Seeing this man smile at him unknowing of how much of a failure he was. It hurt his heart more than the actual failure. He did not want to see him disappointed, but he knew it will happen. He has done so much for him. Like right now. He was here. He was here greeting him with a bright smile. It hurt. Soon the tears began to show. "I'm sorry, sensei. I'mso sorry. I failed. I couldn't get a single point in the practical exam. I couldn't even bring back your sword in one piece. After everything you have done to prepare me for this day. I still failed. And I know it's not your fault. You did everything you could, but I wasted it because I was too scared to move. I'm so sorry." He could not look the man in the eye. He did not want to see the look of disappointed they surely had. That would just break him more. So, he cried and cried while keeping his distance.

A pair of hands planted at his shoulders. Then the boy was dragged into his warm embrace. It was kind and loving. He didn't deserve it. Not after that failure. So why?

Affectionately, Arata played with the boy's curls. "It's ok. It's ok. Now calmly. Tell me what happened," the tone he spoke in was deep. Genuine even. It sounded different form his usual high pitch playfulness. Hearing such a tone increased his heart ache.

So Izuku cried his sorrow into his sensei's embrace. About his fears. His lack of moving. After the amount of times Arata had all most killed or cause bodily harm to him you would think he would be used to it. Yet he froze. A sudden cast of cold feet. When everything felt so real, he couldn't act. The only time he did act was to save a trapped girl. That made him kick himself even more. He was able to defect a zero point 100 times the size of the actual target bots. He could have racked up a lot of points easy if he fully used his teachings. But he didn't and now he's paying for it. "I'm so sorry."

"Shhh," he whispered softly, "there's nothing to be sorry for. Form what you told me you should be proud." Slowly, he parted the boy away from his embrace and caress his tear stained cheeks. with one finger he flicked one drop away. "You did what others didn't try. You saved that girl. If U.A fails to see that heroic soul in you, then they don't deserve you."

"Sensei."

"Look at me Izuku." Arata hooked the boy's chin and forced him to look at him. The boy's dulled green eyes met with his sincere blue ones. He could see the shame in the boy, but it was wrong. He couldn't be prouder for him. "I know you had your heart set for U.A but there are other institutions out there. There's Ketsubutsu and even Shiketsu. In fact, you do not even need to be in the hero course. I still have not given up the thought of you becoming a detective or something of the sorts and Shiketsu has the perfect course. We are more than a hero institution you know. We also have lawyers and strong ties with the police force. Even more so I think I can get you a scholarship."

"Scholar ship?" Izuku asked warily. This man has already done so much for him. To have a scholarship on top of that would be too much. It would also feel like cheating for him. If he were going to get into a school like Shiketsu then we would like it to be on his own merit.

"It would be on your own merit," the man argued. "To even consider giving you a scholarship you would need recommendations from at least 3 credible individuals as well as some sort of proof you are perfect for the course. I just so happened to acquire detective Tsukauchi as one such credible individual and the video of you solving that murder will be more than enough proof you are up to standards."

Video? He was recorded? Then again, they did mention security cameras. There were a couple at the corner of the store if his memory was correct.

"Not to mention there as also exams and even an interview you'll need to go through to obtain that scholarship. All on your own merit."

It really was too good to be true. There was only really one catch. If he were to accept this offer, he would not be a hero like he wanted. He would most like join a detective or policing program of sorts. Was this Arata's polite way of telling to give up on his dreams? Of course. He could never be a hero.

"Izuku."

Trying to hold back the tears he knew will fall anyway, Izuku looked back at Arata with heartbreak in his eyes. He tried to smile. A pain forced smile. Be grateful in told himself you have always known it was impossible.

"You don't need a license to be a real hero."

This line struck the child to his core. For so long he wanted to be a hero, but the world tells him no. In the end what is a hero?

Arata had an answer waiting for him: "A hero is someone that helps others no matter what. You do not need some silly piece of plastic to allow you to do the right thing. Or an over the over the top costumes. Or even a flashy quirk. You can be a hero in your own way."

A hero in his own way. That sounds…nice. But can he really do it? Could he be a hero yet not be a license hero? Will people take even him seriously? Or even accept him? So many questions. So little answers.

"I'll think about it, sensei."

Disappointed by not receiving an immediate yes, Arata could only nod. "I understand my boy. If you do change your mind give me a call. I would love the chance to teach you properly at Shiketsu. The school year will be staring soon after all. And I will be busy. It would be nice to see you there."

The boy said nothing more. His only response was a single nod.


The passing days became a blur. Izuku's daily training came to a halt and Arata had not visited the Midoriyas for a while. The last time Izuku saw him was at the exams. He told him he would give the boy space. Kept his distance form him so he could think. The boy would call him when he has answer. The thing is he doesn't know what answer the man was wating for. No. He did know. He just didn't know which was the right answer. On one hand ever since he was a child, he wanted to be a hero. To save people with a smile. That why he wanted to go to a hero course. Why he wanted U.A. it was the best hero school in the country. All Might himself graduated there. However, he knew there are other hero schools. Shiketsu being the next best one. It was a far away from his home in the far west part of the country. If he decided to try and go, there he would have to move to the dorms and the intuition fee for it is much higher than any other school. That is if he doesn't accept the scholarship. Which brings him to his next problem.

The scholarship was nor for heroics. It was for a detective course they offered. It would be easy he supposed. A quirkless nobody like him would be best suited in the police force. Even All Might said as much. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. That detective said he did have a talent for it and even his mother gushed with pride after that murder was dealt with. He would perform well enough. Another plus is that Arata was a teacher there. He doesn't know for what subject but there was still a chance he would be his teacher. That would be nice. Honestly, Arata was the main reason he was even considering Shiketsu. The promise of a scholarship was a bonus compared to be continual teachings by him. As brutal and unconventional his teaching style was, he was a great teacher. He would not have improved in the little time they had together if it wasn't for his teachings. Now all he had to do was wait for his intimate rejection and be done with it. There was no other path left to go but Shiketsu.

Suddenly the door to his room creaked open. Light poured in cutting way the darkness he settled into. With a concern look on her face, his mouther peered through the crack. "Izuku," she said almost at a whisper. "You're letter to U.A is here."

So, it was time. He lazily slumped out of his chair and walked towards his mother. Without saying a word, he took the letter from her. She only managed to squeeze in a small good luck before he closed the door on her. Rude some may say but he wasn't having it. He didn't have the strength to be polite. Right now, he must brace for another rejection. This will be the last one before he gives up on his dream forever. It's time to wake up to reality. He could never be a hero.

Carelessly, he ripped the latter open. A small black circle device dropped from its bindings. The second it dropped onto the table a holographic image of a man he knew well appeared. "All Might?"

Yes, there in a god striped orange suit paired with a green tie was the number one hero himself. He stood proudly laughing at the boy. Yes, go ahead laugh. Rub it in his face why don't you. Heck even say I told you so. That would be the icing on this bitter cake. Thoughts like those ran through his head as the bitterness become sour in his mouth.

Just reject me already so I can finally move on.

"Hello there Young Midoriya. Surprised to see me I would think."

Yeah. He was. If anything, he was expecting a latter with the world's failure printed in all caps. Then again that might just be his insecurities talking.

"I am here to announce that I have become U.A newest facility member!"

Woppity do. Not like he got accepted so no point in being excited for that.

"Now then I must congratulations you for scoring so high in the written exam. You got quite the brain on you. However, in the practical exam you scored 0 points. I'm sorry."

Don't you think he knew that? It was all he was thinking of. God damn it why didn't he move. Why did he move only when that girl was in trouble? If only he acted sooner.

"However…"

However? There's a, however? No that's not possible. He was supposed to have been rejected. Then he would finally move on. He was then shown a short video of the girl he saved. She must have overheard him whispering that he didn't get any points. She was so grateful that he saved her he wanted to give him some of her points. It was a nice gesture, but he knew that any points he would have gotten from her wouldn't have been enough. Still that coldness that harboured his heart for the past days melted away thanks to her kind words. He was grateful for them and will forever remember them.

"You did a great deed out their young man. Get again you've proven you have a heroic soul in you. Despite not having a quirk you still rushed in and saved her. You defeated a zero pointer with nothing but your wit and own strength. I have no doubt that it should be you."

"Huh?" he was getting more confused as the hero spoke. Should be him? For what? Shouldn't this the part where he would be rejected? Where was the heckling? The remanded for being stupid? What is this? What is this!

"You see Young Midoriya the practical exam isn't graded on combat alone."

No.

"How could be reject some who had the courage to save another no matter the cost. That's why we have recuse points!"

Please stop.

"A plane of judges watches and reward them accordingly to each student. And your young man managed to gain 60 rescue points. Which is more than enough."

"No more please!" he shouted at the hologram. He couldn't say why, but his blood was boiling. An unknown emotion was swelling up inside him. He couldn't take it. His mind ran wild with pain and confusion.

"You pass young boy. welcome to the hero academia."

He passed. He was finally recognised. By his idol of all people. He should be happy right? The tears falling form his face should be happy tears, right? RIGHT?

"Young man if you don't mind when you come to A.U. In fact, even before coming to A.U I would like to speak with you about something important. A number is attached to the letter this is paired with. I hope you use it soon. Till next time."

Then the recording ended. All Might wanted to talk to him after everything that happened. After rejecting out right. He wanted to talk. About what he could help but wonder. It was even more reason why he should accept and go to U.A. He has the chance now. His dream is finally becoming reality. He can become a hero now. So why does he feel so hesitant. Why is there this feeling of…disappointment? His idol recognised him. He should be over the moon yet there was this lump in his throat. There was an emptiness in his stomach that grew more and more as the recording went on. His heart didn't even flitter as he knew it should. No. It felt like breaking. U.A is now an option. He doesn't have to take on Arata's proposal. He got want he wanted. So why doesn't he feel that way.

"Izuku dear," his mother called form beyond his door. "I heard screaming are you ok?" When her son failed to answer she hurriedly opened his door. The boy was sat at his desk with a shocked face staring at the device in front of him. "Izuku…what happened?"

"I got accepted." He answered simple.

"Really? That's great dear. You got what you always wanted."

Yes. This was what he always wanted. To be recognised. To go to U.A. To be a hero like All Might. It was all he ever wanted but: "I'm not sure if I want it anymore." His eyes shifted to the hilt with a broken blade of his sensei. It was a remainder of his failure but now that was no longer true. Now it was a reminder of his success. All that hard work poured into it. One thing came to mind when looking at it now.

"You don't need a license to be a real hero… You can become a hero your own way."


AN: and so, ends another chapter. Long story short this chapter was supposed to have been last chapter, but that random case happens, so I attempted to make this one sand on it is one. A little short I know but hey. I had homework and I wanted this ending. I really liked the ending of this. I probably could have added more but I didn't want to completely recreate the whole thing word for word like Izuku first meeting with bother Uraraka and Iida. It would pretty much be the same and so boring.

Also, some might not like that I made Izuku have cool feet. Especially with all the crap Arata put him through but hear me out. I honestly could not help but see him freeze up. Not only is he truly quirkless this time around but he is still a kid. A very insecure kid. Add that to the pressure of not to disappoint the only man who ever believed in him and robots 4 times his size attacking on all sides. Yeah, he would probably be afraid. Anyway, that is it.

fencer29 – wrong. Although that would have been a good way to do it. Honestly, if Izuku didn't have a mild panic attack in the middle of all this he would most likely notice these switches. I did allude to this outcome since chapter one (my god that was long) when Uraraka and Izuku had that catch up talk.

Qwho – I'm not 100% sure who you're referring to but I'm assuming it's Izuku which again false...but accurate at the same time. Now then regarding Izuku's dad he is around. Like in cannon he works overseas. In this particular fic he is a Lawyer. If I didn't make it obvious last chapter, he still keeps in connect with his family mainly his wife. Not much with Izuku that's why he's so emotionally detached to him. the man has been missing from his life since he was 4 or 5. Hisashi (his cannon name for those who have yet to know) will be mentioned next time in further detail.

Anyway, that is all. Next time Izuku makes a choice as well as learn more about dear old dad. Might be a while since I have a lot of homework to catch up on. Curse you think that can not be named on YouTube for messing with my perception of time. Also stay safe everyone.