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It was a few days after his conversation with Yagi-san at the grocery store that Izuku found himself at Dagobah Beach. Yagi-san had told him that he should wait until he was completely over his illness to start training, and Izuku had wanted to wait until his mom was completely better as well. Of course, he also had to go to school again, so he didn't arrive at the beach until after he was done for the day. As a result it was the afternoon when he finally arrived at the beach. Though, junkyard would be a far more accurate name for the place.

Mountains of trash covered the entire beach. Izuku couldn't even see the ocean from where he was standing. He knew that there had been a problem with illegal dumping here, but he didn't realise it was this bad.

Standing near the stairs that lead down to the beach was Yagi-san, waving Izuku over to him. Realising that he had kept his older friend waiting by staring at the trash covered beach, he quickly jogged over to the blonde man.

"So, this is where I'm gonna train my quirk?" Izuku asked once he reached him.

"You said you needed someplace where you wouldn't risk harming anyone or destroying anything important. This fits all the requirements." Yagi-san said, "No one comes here, except maybe to throw something away. There's nothing around but trash, and it hardly matters if you destroy that. In fact, I was thinking that you could actually try cleaning up the junk with your telekinesis. Helping the community is the core basis of Hero work, after all."

"Ah, that's actually a great idea." Izuku exclaimed with a large smile. He turned to look at the beach again, and his smile fell, "But, that's a lot to clean."

"True, but you have plenty of time, too. It's not as though you have to clean it up within a few months. You're thirteen, right?" Yagi-san asked, and Izuku made an affirmative noise, "Then you have about two years before you become a hero in training, you could easily be done by then. Besides, it's not like you have to clean the whole thing."

Izuku's gaze swept across the piles of trash, and swallowed nervously. While Yagi-san was probably correct, it looked to him as though it would take months to clear even a tiny portion of the beach. Two years? He'd be lucky if he was done in twenty.

"Come on, let's go." Yagi-san said, snapping Izuku out of his thoughts. The two of them headed down the stairs to the beach. Now that they standing amongst the piles of trash, they seemed even larger than before. Within a few seconds of walking, Izuku could no longer see the road they came from, surrounded on all sides by junk.

'You could probably get lost in here.' Izuku thought as he looked around

"So, first things first." Yagi-san said as they came to a stop. He stared at an old refrigerator, and nodded as if in approval, "We need to establish some simple facts about your telekinesis, like how strong it is, how precise, how fast, that sort of thing."

"Well, as far as speed and precision are concerned, I can block bullets with it." Izuku said, "One telekinetic arm was only fast enough to stop a single bullet however, any more was too many for it to intercept. Two arms could stop more bullets. I think the more limbs I manifest, the more powerful they become, because there seemed to be a noticeable increase in speed when I had two arms."

"Er, yes." Yagi-san replied, looking very awkward at the mention of how Izuku had been shot at. Crap! He should have know that would've made Yagi-san uncomfortable. The older man gave a small cough and changed the subject, "How many arms can you make?"

"Two. I'm also, like, ninety-nine percent sure I can manifest two legs too, but I've never tried." Izuku answered.

"You might be able to raise that number with practice. Of course, learning how to properly control your telekinesis comes first." Yagi-san said.

"I don't think it works that way. I'm pretty sure I'll only every have two telekinetic arms and legs." Izuku said. In fact, he was confident about that.

"Something to look into another day. In meantime, let's see how strong you are." He step away from the fridge and gestured towards it, "Try using your telekinesis on that fridge."

Nervously, Izuku walked up to the refrigerator, it was pretty big, taller than him by about half a meter. He had never really used his quirk to try and destroy anything before. The more hysterical part of his mind worried that if he used his telekinesis to attack the fridge, it'd go on a rampage or something. That was completely and utterly ridiculous though. So he swallowed, glanced over to Yagi-san, who gave him a thumbs-up, and manifested a green, armoured arm.

It floated over top of and slightly in front of his own right arm. He raised his real hand into the air, with the telekinetic limb following suit. It's hand became flat, ready to perform a karate chop.

Izuku brought his arm down quickly, and once more the green arm copied his movement, only much faster. It connected with old fridge, and cut through it like a knife through cloth. All the way from the top of the refrigerator, straight down to the bottom, the karate chop sliced through the metal. When the green hand reached the sand, it hit it with enough force to kick up a large cloud of it, making it look like the fridge exploded.

Izuku jumped back as sand flew everywhere. Thankfully, his quirk buzzed a warning before it happened, letting him close his eyes and mouth before any sand could get in them. Once the cloud of sand and dust was gone, Yagi-san stepped forward and looked at the damage done to the refrigerator.

There was a massive gash down its side. It honestly looked like someone took a battle axe or something to it. Izuku knew that his quirk was dangerous, but seeing the result of its attack was something else.

'If that had been a person... I would have cut them in half. Like a hot knife through butter.' He realised, trying to repress a shudder at the thought.

Yagi-san trailed a hand down the cut, rubbing his chin in thought, "Um, young Midoriya, I meant for you to try moving it with your telekinesis." He said, and Izuku immediately felt like an idiot. Why was attacking it the first thing he thought of?! Yagi-san continued talking, "Don't worry though, this works too. To be honest, it's stronger than I expected it to be." He said, turning to face Izuku he shot the teen a smile, "You've got a pretty impressive quirk. With a bit of practice to control it, it'll take you far as a hero."

Izuku smiled meekly back at his words. They hadn't even started with his training, and already he was feeling better about his quirk. There was just something about Yagi-san that helped put Izuku at peace, it reminded him a lot of All Might actually.

-000-

In the beginning, Izuku just spent a lot of time hauling trash with his telekinesis. Yagi-san said that he needed to become more comfortable with simply using it before they actually moved on to any real training. To do so, he just had to use it a lot in a safe environment. Izuku's pretty certain that he used his telekinesis more during the first week of training than he had his entire life prior.

Yagi-san also made it clear that if anything happened during training that made Izuku want to stop, he should tell Yagi-san and they would be done and not continue until he felt comfortable in doing so. While Izuku was glad that Yagi-san took Izuku's nervousness about his quirk seriously (He had been worried that Yagi-san would think he was being stupid for acting afraid of using his own quirk. Especially since it wasn't anything particularly bad, it was just telekinesis), he did find the idea that he would need to stop training because he might become too uncomfortable a little ridiculous. After all, they were in a deserted junkyard/beach, what could possibly happen that might make Izuku need to stop?

It had been just another day of hauling trash, after about a week of doing so. Thanks to how strong the telekinetic limbs were, he had actually managed to clear out a shockingly large amount garbage in that time. But, there was still a ridiculous amount of trash left. Some of the things that had been dumped there were ridiculous too. Seriously, who dumps a truck on the beach? Probably someone with a strength quirk, or maybe telekinesis like Izuku. Judging by the fact that it was half buried in the sand, and had had a large pile of junk sitting on top of it, it had probably been there a long time. Izuku stared at the derelict vehicle, trying to figure out how to go about pulling it out of the ground. The back end of the truck was raised a bit higher than the front, meaning that he would actually be able to grab it from underneath, and then maybe pull up on it to drag the rest of the vehicle out of the sand.

Moving until he was right behind the bumper, Izuku got down onto his stomach, and looked under the truck. There was about a meter of space before the body of the car dipped down into the sand. Izuku manifested two telekinetic arms, since he was pretty sure he'd need two, and had them reach as far underneath the truck as they could. Then, he had them press their hand against the underside of the vehicle, and push up with as much force as possible.

Suddenly, his quirk buzzed loudly, but it was too late. The bed of the truck snapped clean off of the main part of the vehicle. Izuku scrambled backwards in surprise. It flew about three meters into the air before coming down on the front half of the truck, crushing it completely.

Yagi-san, who had been standing a little ways away, rushed over.

"I-I'm sorry. I w-was just tr-trying to get it out s-sand. I- I didn't- I wasn't-" Izuku stammered out as his friend approached, his entire body trembling. He hadn't meant for that to happen. He had just been trying to push it up out of the sand, instead he broke the damn car in half. Destroying the fridge on purpose had been a bit uncomfortable, but breaking something accidentally was so much worse. What if something like that happened to person, someone he was trying to help or save? A thousand different scenarios suddenly played out in mind of him losing control of his quirk and accidentally ripping people's arms off. He felt like he was about to throw up.

"Midoriya! Are you okay!? Did you get hurt!?" Yagi-san asked frantically, looking Izuku up and down, searching for any trace of injury.

"I- I'm fine." Izuku said, trying to force himself to calm down. He was having a hard time though, his breathing was coming out a bit too quickly, and he couldn't stop shaking.

"Young Midoriya." Yagi-san's voice was suddenly calm, and he placed both his hands on Izuku's shoulders. His hold on the teen was firm, but not too tight. It felt reassuring, and Izuku could feel himself begin to calm down, "It's okay. It was just trash, it's fine. I know you didn't want that to happen, but that's why we're doing this here, with worthless junk. So that it won't matter if you make mistakes while learning to control your quirk."

Izuku let Yagi-san's words sink in. He was right, they were doing this so that he wouldn't have to worry about losing control of his quirk when it mattered, so that none of those horrible scenarios his mind concocted would happen. But even still...

"Can- can we be done for the day?" Izuku asked meekly. He didn't really want to use his telekinesis anymore today.

"Of course." Yagi-san smiled warmly at him. He helped Izuku stand up, "Do you want me to walk home with you?"

"Please." Izuku smiled back at him, though his own smile was smaller. The two of them walked back to the entrance. The entire time, Izuku made sure not to look back at the truck.

-000-

When Izuku went back to the beach the next day, the truck was gone. He had a feeling that Yagi-san had done something to get rid of it, but he wasn't sure what. There's no way the skeletal man could've moved it himself. In the end though, Izuku never got around to asking what happened to it.

I mentioned this last chapter, but I'm really worried that Izuku's insecurities about using his telekinesis came out of nowhere. I had fucking planned this from the beginning, but somehow, my absolute dumbass self didn't even think to try to include it earlier chapters. Honestly, this fic has felt like kind of mess so far.

I swear, the description of the truck in sand was one of the hardest descriptions I've ever tried to write. I can write fairly complex action scenes just fine, but somehow that's what gave me a headache.