"So, what brings you to this... beach Young Midoriya," All Might asked. He had been not sure what would bring anyone to this beach honestly, except for why he and his successor were; to train. Izuku fidgeted for a solid minute, mumbling nonsense before a look of determination had overtaken his face.
"I wanted to train my Quirk!" Izuku announced, "The U.A. Entrance Exams are in less than ten months, so I wanted to get better at using my Quirk. I just know everyone else who is going to take the exams then will be more proficient with their Quirks..." Izuku kept muttering on the same line of thought as All Might paused momentarily; that had to be some sort of nervous tick.
"Keep your chin up, Young Midoriya," All Might said, "With enough courage, and determination anyone can succeed. Now may I ask, what is your Quirk?" The muscular man was curious, but he knew he should not stretch himself too far, given his time limit was nearly up.
Izuku heavily blushed until his face looked like a tomato. All Might, his favourite Hero, just asked about him; it must be a dream. Izuku moved his arms and peaked between his arms. The Hero waited patiently for his answer, which made the boy smile awkwardly. Without hesitation, Izuku lowered his arms.
"It's Telekinetic Spark," Izuku answered with a stutter, "When I snap my fingers, they create a small spark, but it's too small to ignite anything. So I have to wrap something fabric and rough on my thumb or middle finger the spark get bigger, I've only used a bandage so far." All Might flashed Izuku, his signature smile with a thumbs up.
At that moment, Izuku's heart soared like an eagle acceding beyond the clouds. The person- no Hero he admired most had acknowledged his Quirk. If it was a dream, Izuku never wanted to wake up; he would eventually, for his mother, but he wanted to stay even for a fleeting moment. The teen smiled back at All Might before the man begun to talk once more.
"I must be off, young man, but feel free to use this place to train." Without another minute to spare, All Might jumped off into the horizon. If the number one Hero said he could, Izuku planned to train his Quirk on the beach as often as possible.
Before Izuku decided how to proceed, the second figure approached him. The taller and more muscular teen greeted Izuku with a smile. He honestly felt a bit intimidated, but the blonde's smile made him feel at ease too.
"Hey, I heard your conversation with All Might," Mirio said, "My name's Mirio Togata! Nice to meet you!" Mirio smiled once again like his Quirk was constant happiness or something similar.
"I'm sure you already heard then, but allow me to introduce myself. I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you as well, Togata-san!"
"I'll leave that tire there, so you can use it as a target," Mirio said, "If you need anything, holler, okay?"
"What am I suppose to do with the tire?"
"Melt it with your Quirk! That way, you know that your firepower is strong enough."
"But, it has a hole in it!"
"Never mind that, I'll be heading back now!" Mirio did not listen as Izuku protested, he had to figure things out himself as a Hero should.
Izuku stood in place as he watched Mirio carried trash into a few different piles. He eventually turned to the tire that leaned against a rusted truck, tireless pickup truck. A bandage was taken out of Izuku's pocket and wrapped around his middle finger. A sudden snap and sigh whipped a flame to life, and it shot towards the tire.
Flames licked at the rubber, but nothing happened. Izuku glared at the fire, willing it to grow stronger, though he was not sure if that would work. A minute passed before the flame flew off on its own, and landed on the sand meters away. As Izuku walked over to the tire, the fire fizzled out.
"It doesn't look like the flame did anything," Izuku muttered, "I suppose that sounds right though, I've only been able to light wood and paper since childhood. That means my fire is no more than 250 degrees Celsius (482 Fahrenheit), I wonder how I could increase that." Izuku continued to mutter to himself, coming up with various ideas; none seemed safe though, as they included gas, kerosene and the like.
Izuku eventually returned to training his Quirk until the sun began to set. The only gain for that day was slightly longer control of his Quirk. It was discouraging, though Mirio told Izuku that 'Rome was not built in a day.' The younger teen wished the other goodnight and walked home to his waiting mother.
"Don't push yourself too hard, dear," Inko asked. A worried expression lightly pulled on her face, which was softened by Izuku's smile.
"Don't worry, mom! It'll just be light work today," Izuku assured. He straightened his teal tracksuit once more in nervousness. He never went to a gym before, which made him nervous about entering alone. Inko encouraged him enough to go alone, even if he wanted her to come along.
Various exercise equipment was intricately placed in groups around the large building. Izuku nervously walked over to a machine where one had to lay down and pull a bar down towards them, it also had another bar at the end to work out legs as well. The teen pulled out the metal pin from 70 pounds and inserted it into the slot for 30 pounds.
Izuku pulled the bar toward his chest as he breathed in and slowly released it with his breath. He did not really like the leg part of the machine, but he had given it a shot. After half an hour, Izuku walked over to the free weights, where a few people were already training.
"Where should I start? I don't think I can lift that much, but the..." Izuku muttered before a buff man with a dark tank top with the word 'Trainer' on it interrupted him.
"Young man, would you like some help?" Izuku jumped at the sudden voice and looked up at the man. He nervously swallowed, before nodding.
"Ah, yes, please! If you could, sir," Izuku stuttered, "Ah, my name is Izuku Midoriya." The man let a booming belly laugh out before he smiled at Izuku.
"The name's Katashi Ken, follow me, kid." Izuku nodded before he followed after Katashi to some smaller weights.
Katashi carefully instructed Izuku as he lifted, making sure the boy would not hurt himself. He tried to remember every instruction Katashi told him, so he could write it down in his notebook later.
Izuku took a deep breath after downing a bottle of water. Over the past couple of hours, he worked around the rest of the gym. Izuku was thankful to the various people that helped him with the equipment and gave him tips to maximize his workout.
A few of the people Izuku worked-out with promised to do so again if they meet there again. He was thankful to each one for helping rid him of his earlier nervousness. A smile placed itself on Izuku's face as he put the bottle into the recycling can.
"See you next time Midoriya!" a young woman called. He waved back at the woman before he walked to the male locker room to shower.
Later that night, Deku sat on the computer that he spent many hours watching All Might videos as a kid. This time, he watched Endeavour using his Quirk. Izuku hoped it would spark some ideas on how to strengthen his own Quirk, though that might be grasping at straws at best.
Izuku sighed as he closed the tab that played a video seconds ago. There was no luck to be had, it seemed as if the temperature came naturally. Maybe Izuku was going about it all wrong; if he wanted the temperature to rise, a bit of force was necessary.
Izuku glared at the tire in front of him, in an attempt to channel his inner Katsuki. The boy whom he called a rival was always so much better than him. Katsuki was born with a perfect combination of his parents' Quirks, which resulted in the ever-strengthening explosive sweat. Izuku was jealous, as his Quirk was weak in his own eyes. No matter how the broccoli boy tried when he was younger, his never strengthened.
Izuku shut his eyes and focused on those feelings, willing them to strengthen the fire that created his flammable breath. A bitter taste formed as the air in the teen's airway developed a combustible quality to it. With a huff and a snap, a fire ignited in midair that glowed a slightly darker red than usual. With a developed concentration, Izuku willed the flame over to the tire. He moved it side to side slowly for a few minutes before letting the fire expel.
Izuku walked towards the tire, expecting no change, but to his surprise, the rubber began to pool together, which created a small hole. A stunned expression stayed on the teen's face as he continued to examine the damage to the tire.
"This is incredible!" Izuku muttered in a slightly raspy voice, "I never thought my emotions played a part in the heat of the fire. If that's true, maybe that explains Kaachan's attitude; it might help make his explosions stronger." With that in mind, Izuku returned to his previous spot. He again attempted to channel his inner Katsuki, but the fire was no better than the last time. Izuku tried several times with the same effect until his final attempt of the day. Whether it was his dissatisfaction, annoyance, or a combination, the fire that was sent to the tire burned crimson.
The fire hurtled towards the tire and melted a hole through it with a bit of resistance. The flame, which only melted through half the tire, fizzled out shortly after it landed at the bottom of the tire. Izuku froze in shock, upon closer inspection the tire was almost completely melted through to the truck. Excitement began to bubble before a coughing fit took over. After a few seconds, Izuku stumbled over to his water bottle, which did not help, as he began choking on said liquid.
"Midoriya, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?" Mirio asked frantically. He ran over to the younger teen and placed a hand on his back. Izuku
held up two fingers and nodded with tears streaming down his face. Mirio nearly dropped his phone but managed to contact the hospital.
"Don't worry Mrs. Midoriya, your son should be fine in two to three weeks," the doctor said, "For that time, I would advise he refrains from talking more than absolutely necessary to prevent further damage. Once it has healed, I would like to work with Izuku to develop a special liquid to prevent this in the future."
Inko sighed in relief as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. Hearing that her son was in the hospital almost gave her a heart attack. The older Midoriya was just glad there was no permanent damage, for now.
"You can stay with him overnight if you wish," the doctor continued, "Then in the morning, I'll have you sign the release papers. Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything, a nurse will be happy to assist you. Now, have a nice evening."
Izuku laid awake in the hospital bed, unable to fall asleep after the incident. He hated worrying his mother like he had, even if it was a necessary evil. Izuku wished he had developed his mother's Quirk instead of this mixture of both parents.
'Mom's Quirk would be so much easier to control,' Izuku thought, 'I wish I could speak my concerns too, but it's going to eat me for weeks until I can.' Tears spilled Izuku's face as he choked back sobs, he very much regretted losing control as he had.