Hi guys.

I had just noticed the last 2 chapters didn't seem to include the line breaks I had placed, it's fixed now. Hopefully. Not much else to say, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Izuku silently sat at his desk working on schoolwork that would be due the next day. He let out a sigh. It was ten minutes away from midnight. Ten minutes away from it being five years since the day his mother went missing. He silently scribbled away in his notebook, absentmindedly petting Mr. Gooey who was perched at the edge of the desk.

"It's almost time huh little buddy?" He spoke to the blob. He was answered with silence. Izuku of course never expected it to answer, he knew better than that by now. His eyes kept turning back to the clock waiting for it to strike midnight, but his insistent checking was making time drag on longer then it needed to.

*Huff*

The buzzer his alarm made finally went off, signalling that it was now midnight. Izuku quietly shut the alarm off and stood up from his desk. He grabbed Mr. Gooey and left the room, leaving his homework behind. He travelled down the stairs and into the living room. He sat down on the now worn looking couch. He had spent many nights on it, in hopes that his mom would walk through the front door.

Izuku then sat there patiently waiting with Mr. Gooey in his lap. He did this every year on this day. He would stay up until midnight, until the day she went missing. Then he would wait. He didn't really know what he was waiting for if he was honest with himself. He could be waiting for his mom to maybe return from whatever hell she was taken to, maybe he was waiting for the horror that had taken his mom to return. No matter the reason, he always did this. It was his way of coping with the anniversary of her death. He use to cry on this day for hours at a time, he didn't do that anymore. He just let himself be embraced by the ever-looming silence of his apartment.

He sat there silently stroking the blob. Mr. Gooey had quickly became his only friend and his only family. He was easy to talk to and was always a great listener. Izuku knew logically it was just mindlessly doing what it was told and didn't actually hear Izuku, but his desperate need of support and comfort always threw that logic out the window. So he sat there silently stroking the oozing black mass until the clock struck 7 AM, indicating that it was time to get ready for school.

"It's okay buddy," he said in a comforting tone "maybe next year." The blob didn't respond.

Izuku spent the next hour slowly getting ready for the day, he really didn't want to go to school but he knew he had to. This was his final year of middle school, then he was off to high school. Izuku had applied to several different schools, but the main one he wanted to get into was UA. Despite all that has happened he still dreamed of becoming a hero. Maybe if he did he could find out what happened to his mother. This was if everything worked out that is, Izuku wasn't even 100% sure he would make it as a hero with his quirk.

"A quirk you can't see isn't a quirk worth having, let alone a hero's quirk." Kacchan's voice rang out in Izuku's head.

"He's probably right," he sighed "but there is still no harm in trying." He looked towards Mr. Gooey for confirmation. He was met with the unmoving smiley faced paper.

"I'm glad you agree." He said softly, giving the tiny blob a pat. Mr. Gooey was small compared to the other blobs. Most of them were about the size of Izuku's head, but Mr. Gooey was about the size of his hand. He supposes that's why he was drawn to him since Izuku was pretty small himself.

Izuku finished tying up his shoelaces and left the apartment locking the door behind him. When he turned around he was met with Kacchan's mother waving goodbye to her son who had just left. Izuku sometimes forgot that the Bakugo's lived right across from him.

"Oh, Izuku! I haven't seen your face in a while." She said smiling.

"O-oh ya, I-I've been busy w-with school, you know?" He replied earnestly. The older woman nodded at that.

"Speaking of faces I haven't seen, I haven't seen your mother's in ages. Is she still ill?" she asked concerned.

"O-oh ya she still is unfortunately, s-she j-just got out of the h-hospital again." He lied.

"Well, please let her know that I said hi and that I hope she recovers soon."

"O-of course." Izuku let out a final nod of thanks as Bakugo's mom turned back into her apartment. He let out a relieved sigh, he felt bad about lying but it had to be done. He had been telling everyone that wanted to see his mom that she was extremely sick, and bedridden for years. Surprisingly enough it worked, nobody found it suspicious what so ever. Izuku supposes it just goes to show just how much people really care.

He started his tedious walk to school. He felt so tired and crappy, he really didn't want to go. But he knew he had to regardless of how he felt, he just had to suck it up and endure it. As he was walking he took note of a group of students that happily ran past him. Izuku let out a sigh. He wonders what it would be like to have friends. He would probably be happier than he is now, but most likely not by much. There would always be a hole left in his chest caused by the loss of his mother. He idly watched 5 cottons flitter past him, he pondered how many would be feeding off his thoughts right now if he was normal.

*Sigh*

He was doing that a lot lately. Life just hasn't felt fulfilling at all. Not since he was left alone. The only thing he had to look forward to was maybe becoming a hero, but if that didn't work out he wasn't sure what he would do. He wasn't even sure if he would want to continue living after that sort of rejection if he was honest with himself.

"What would you do Mr. Gooey?" He quietly asked the blob. He was met with silence.

"Ya, you're probably right." Izuku agreed. He would do nothing, or maybe the blob meant be nothing. Izuku could never be sure about the blobs 'wise words of wisdom' since they were always open to interpretation.

The school day had been long and tedious. It left Izuku feeling even more exhausted and down then he did that morning. He just wanted to go home and sleep away all the bad thoughts and feelings. This was because his teacher had announced him wanting to attend UA, which caused Bakugo to get pissed off. He ignored the blondes anger the best he could for the rest of the class, but he knew the boy would have things to say once the class was over. So he sat biding his time at his desk, focused on writing in one of his notebooks. That is until two hands slammed on his desk, startling him.

"Deku you fucker, I'm the only one that will get into UA from this shit school, you hear me? Besides what would a useless Deku like you even achieve as a hero, you would probably just get in the way." Bakugo said this with explosions coming out of his palms. This was a tactic that Izuku knew well, it was supposed to intimidate him. It always managed to succeed.

"W-w-well K-kacchan, what's the h-harm in trying? You don't k-know if I could b-become a hero w-w-without me trying first." Izuku stuttered out. This seemed to only anger the blonde more. Bakugo let out a feral growl and ripped his notebook out from under his hands.

"H-hey give that b-back, that's not yours!" Izuku shouted. Kacchan seemed to thrive in his panic as he let explosions rip from his hands, burning the book. He casually tossed it out an open window. Tears started to fall from Izuku's eyes, he worked really hard on that notebook.

"Jesus Christ Deku, look how pathetic you are. Crying over a notebook." Bakugo said through laughter. "You should just jump off the roof and end your pathetic so called-life, my god." With that final statement, the blonde turned around and left the room, laughing all the way.

Izuku sat at his desk frozen. More tears were leaking from his eyes.

You should just jump off the roof.

Jump off the roof.

Jump.

Pathetic.

These thoughts were swimming in the already distraught teens' mind. He numbly stood up and shouldered his backpack and made his way to the hallway. He was about to turn towards the exit when he glanced behind him. The stairs towards the school roof seemed to be calling to him. He found himself walking up them and pushing against the door. It wasn't even locked, it was like the universe was telling him to jump. He glanced around his surroundings, there wasn't even a fence around the roof to stop him. He walked towards the edge and looked down. Izuku felt like he didn't really have anything left to live for, no real friends, family, or support. Just him and the creatures… he wasn't really sure if that was worth living for.

"Should I do it Gooey?" He asked the blob. He was met with silence.

"How about this, since you're so concerned. I've always wanted to test the limits of how far I could fall onto a pile of blobs before it would hurt. My record is 10 feet. So, I'll command a bunch of blobs into one spot and then jump. If I die, then I die. If I live then maybe it's a sign that I should keep going. What do you think?"

Silence

"I'm glad you agree."

Izuku looked down on the ground and commanded all the blobs in the area (accept Mr. Gooey) to gather in a wide pile in the 'drop zone'. Izuku estimated that the drop was roughly 30 feet.

"Ok." He breathed out. "Here I go Gooey." He grasped onto the blob tightly, he wanted his friend to be there with him until the end. Then he jumped.

Izuku was surprised that the fall was surprisingly peaceful. He half expected it to be scary or panic-inducing but he was completely relaxed.

Then he landed onto the pile.

It felt like landing on a sticky cloud. Izuku didn't feel the grounds impact, it was all absorbed by the blobs. He told the blobs to disperse so he could stand up. He brushed off his pants and felt slightly disheartened that he was fine.

"Oh well, I guess I'll keep going." He said to himself and started to make his trek home. As he was making his way towards the front of the school he spotted his notebook floating in the school's pond. He bent over and fished it out, his heart panged at the damage.

"It's fine I'll just air it out." He sniffled and continued on his way.

Izuku was halfway home and was making his way under a bridge. It was a shortcut he learned to take to avoid Bakugo and his gang, it was a bit sketchy but he never had any problems before. That is until now.

He distantly noticed that there was an increased amount of blobs in the vicinity, and he should have taken that as a bad omen. He had been halfway through the tunnel when he heard something clang behind him. He took a glance, a breath of panic left his mouth. There was green sludge oozing out from a nearby sewer entrance and before Izuku could even think of running, it was around him.

It was around his limbs and in his mouth, it was suffocating him. Panic was clouding his mind as he lost oxygen.

'Is this it then?' He thought distantly, his vision was starting to go blurry.

'NO!' He didn't just live a suicide attempt to get murdered, he had to fight back. He took a survey of all the blobs in the area, and then commanded them to surround the villain. They did as they were told. The villains' attack continued and he kept losing more air, it wasn't enough he needed more blobs. He glanced around and saw a group hidden in a dark shadow, he commands them as well. He kept commanding more and more to cover the thick sludge that surrounded him, but nothing was happening he wasn't letting go.

Izuku's lungs were on fire, he could feel them shrivelling up as the last of his oxygen dissipated. 'Well, I guess that's that then.' He was going to die, oh god. He uselessly clawed at the sludge.

He was going to die… He was going to die. His ears started to ring but he could slightly make out a loud booming voice.

"I AM HERE!"

Then he was free.

Izuku lay on the ground panting and coughing, inhaling as much oxygen as he could, and coughing out sludge that made it into his lungs. It burned.

"Are you okay young man?" the voice boomed.

Izuku tilted his head up and made a loud spluttering sound at the iconic yellow hair. Now Izuku wasn't one for swearing, but he did occasionally when the situation called for it.

"HOLY SHIT I SUMMONED ALL MIGHT!" he yelled.

The large man furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Holy shit… that's a lot of blobs and cottons." Izuku muttered out. All Might was covered in blobs, all the ooze was collecting and dripping off his form into a puddle on the ground. He watched as more blobs crawled onto the hero's form. There also appeared to be a small swarm of cottons above the man's head. This was not good.

'Oh god, I have to remove those. Oh god, it's All Might. OH GOD, WHAT DO I EVEN SAY?'

"Erm, my boy, I don't really know what you are talking but I'm glad you are alright." The man seemed to worriedly glance to the side. "But I'm afraid I have to leave. I have other things to take care of." He said while showing off the sludge villain that was now stuffed into a bottle.

"W-w-wait A-All Might! Before you go let m-" Izuku started to shout out, but he was cut off by the much larger man.

"I'm sorry my boy but I really can't wait!" All Might reared to jump.

That's when Izuku found himself clinging to the hero's leg midflight. He distantly heard the man scolding him but he didn't care he just focused on removing the blobs and cottons. He watched them peel off All Might's body, falling into the air aimlessly floating. The cottons just flew back towards the ground where more people were.

'Huh, I guess, since the blobs don't have anything to stick to, the weightlessness just causes them to float.' His thought process was interrupted by their rough landing.

Izuku somersaulted on the ground, landing on his back. He quickly pulled himself up and turned to apologize but was startled to find nothing but steam and smoke.

"A-all Might?" When the smoke dissipated it revealed a skinny frail-looking man. Izuku recognized this man from five years ago, he had knocked the poor guy over.

"W-w-what…?" Izuku was in shock.

"Ah young man, it appears you have found out my secret." The man let out a cough, blood spurted out of his mouth.

"A-ALL MIGHT, are you okay?" Izuku asked panicked.

"I'm as fine as I can be right now my boy, this is because of an old injury-" He lifted up his shirt to show off a nasty looking scar. "It's as healed as it can be." Izuku nodded. "Now, what I would like to know is what possessed you to grab my leg like that?" he questioned.

"O-oh well you see s-sir, it was because of my quirk, y-you were surrounded by b-bad luck," Izuku decided to spare the man the details about the blobs. "I can only remove it through touch, a-and well you had a lot of bad luck."

"Well, I guess I should thank you then, young man. That was very heroic of you. I certainly appreciate not being surrounded by said 'bad luck'." He said gratefully.

Izuku embraced the praise 'That was very heroic of you' echoed in his mind.

"A-all Might, s-sir, may I ask you a question?" Izuku nervously stuttered out.

"Of course, ask away!"

"Can someone with a quirk that others can't see, still be a hero?" Izuku rushed the question out, he wasn't even sure if the man had heard it properly. It was silent, it was anxiously eating Izuku up. Then finally the man answered.

"I don't see why not? In fact, I think non-flashy quirks are the best for hero work! That way villains have problems figuring out what your quirk is, giving you the advantage. If it really bothers you that much you could always add in theatrics to make it look visual. So yes you can become a hero without a flashy quirk." All Might answered.

So yes you can become a hero.

It was the first encouraging words Izuku had heard in five years. He felt like he was going to cry.

"Thank you." Izuku said through a teary voice.

All Might let out an awkward cough at the boy's sudden emotions. "So what hero schools are you applying to then?" he questioned.

"I'm applying to several, but U.A. is my goal." Izuku replied shyly.

"That's great my boy! I hope to see you there since I'll be teaching there this year." The skinny man then inflated to his full hero size and gave Izuku a salute before jumping away.

Izuku watched him disappear into the distance with awe. "Did you hear that Mr. Gooey? He said I can be a hero." Izuku let out a giant grin. For the first time in five years, he felt hope.

It was time to train.