Izuku sighed as he awoke. This was to be a day of rest from his tremendous task, but even that couldn't cure his aching muscles. He was glad that it was the weekend as he had clearly slept in as the sun was high in the sky. Turning on his phone to get the actual time, he saw that he had a message. This struck him as odd as the only ones to text him were his parents. He saw that the sender was his newest friend.

You gonna be at your trash heap today?

He stared at the simple question for a moment before answering.

No.

He did not need to wait long for the reply.

In that case, wanna hang at my place? I'll repay your commute fare.

His eyes widened at that. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent the day with a friend. The offer made him both ecstatic and nervous. What if Diego and his kin grew annoyed with him? He pushed that aside. If it were true, the blonde Brit wouldn't have kept on returning to the waterfront to chitchat with him. He came to his decision.

Sure!

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Stepping out of the taxi, Midoriya gaped. "This is his house?!" Evidently, Diego Brando lived in a mansion, and a very old one looking one at that. Near the back was what seemed to be a sort of tower. Part of him was scared he had told the cabbie the wrong address, but the numbers on the curb made that impossible. Walking up to the front door, he noticed a rather large bird of prey perched on a stature.

Is it.. staring at me? he thought nervously. He gulped and kept making his way to the door. Finally coming to it, the wooden barrier opened before he could even knock on it.

Waiting on the other side was a man in his early twenties with teal hair and odd facial tattoos wearing a white suit. He gave a formal yet welcoming smile. "Ah, you must be Midoriya."

"Y-yes!"

"I am Telence D'Arby, the butler of this abode." The man stepped to the side and gestured for the manor's guest to enter.

Izuku stepped inside with obvious stiffness. "Thank you, D'Arby."

The butler escorted him further into the mansion. "Diego and Jordan are in the parlor. Down this hall and to the left. While Lord DIO normal keeps to his room during the day, I humbly implore that you keep all the curtains and blinds closed and drawn. If you need anything, just call for me or Nukesaku."

"Nukesaku? Is that a-" Izuku looked to his side and saw that D'Arby had somehow vanished. The young greenette blinked and continued on. Soon enough he heard noises of the scientific sort and turned into an archway. He saw a room full of shelves lined with game discs, cartridges, and movies. Sitting on a leather couch in front of a television the size of his bedroom wall was Diego.

He paused his virtual match and turned his head with a smile on his lips. "There you are."

Midoriya gave a nervous smile.

"Well, don't just stand there."

The guest walked over and sat down next to Diego. "Th-thanks for inviting me, Brando."

"That's what friends are for. Figured you were sick of hauling garbage."

"What, uh, are you playing?"

Brando returned his attention to the screen and pressed a button on his controller, making the game resume. "F-Mega. A classic. The remakes and sequels are good but the first is the best. Mostly because it's the easiest to cheat at."

His eyes focused on the screen, and the computer he was playing against made him veer off the track. "Damn it all!" He knew that losing was a part of life, but he had a limit to how much he could take. And setting the game on the hardest difficulty had resulted in circles being run around him for the past hour. Finally, he willed his Scary Monsters to partially activate, making his talons reappear, allowing his fingers to move far more quickly.

"Isn't that cheating?" Izuku asked.

"Show me where it's written in the rulebook that I can't do this." Diego's eyes did not leave the screen.

Midoriya thought on the claim as he watched the virtual race continue. Obviously there was no explicit rule against Brando's actions, but while it was still morally grey, he had no qualms with doing it. Did he live by that in all aspects of life?

Despite his reflexes being taken up past most human limits, Brando still lost. "Damn. It." The young blonde had lost. He rolled his eyes but he still smiled. "Izuku, you want a turn?"

The hopeful Hero was snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? Oh, sure!" Diego passed him the controller, and Izuku noticed something as he took it. A large scar on his palm. Part of Izuku wondered how he got it, and the rest surmised he would not get an answer.

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It was the twenty-sixth morning of February, and All Might, currently in his true form, stepped out of his truck and walked towards the beachfront. As the sun rose, he heard a mighty roar. Moving his vision to the biggest pile of junk, he spied the young Midoriya, screaming to the heavens. A dawning realization came to the Number One Hero and he ran to the sand, and was met with a picturesque sight.

"He did it! He even cleaned out further than where I said to stop?! And there isn't a speck of dust left anywhere! Oh my... oh my..." In the blink of an eye, his Hero stature replaced his damaged state. "GOODNESS!" The Symbol of Peace looked over and saw his exhausted successor fall from his perch. With speed nigh unseen, he caught the young man with ease. His ever-present smile put his successor at ease. "Nice work."

Izuku gave his own smile, albeit a tired one. "All Might... I did it."

The Pro put the teenager on his own two feet. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He activated his phone and scrolled through the gallery until coming to his example. "Take a look."

The Quirkless boy did as he was told, and found that he was looking at a picture of him, on the ground and weeping.

"You've come a long way," All Might said. "And you've shaped yourself into a proper vessel for my Quirk."

"I feel like I'm cheating..." Izuku said as his eyes let out joyful tears. "You did all this for me... I feel like I'm too blessed."

All Might gave a supportive chuckle. You're saying that, even though this was all your own hard work. He gently put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "We'll have to work on those leaky eyes of yours. Now then, it's time for your well-earned reward, Midoriya Izuku!"

The greenette stood at attention. "Y-yes, sir!"

The human pillar pulled out one of his yellow hairs. "A wise person once told me... getting something because you're lucky, and receiving something because you are recognized are different in essence. Take that to heart, Young Midoriya. This is yours because of your determination and effort."

Izuku's veneer changed to one of resolve as he clenched his fist. This is it. My dream, and it's becoming reality with help from my idol. This is something out of a comic. But I'll do all I can...

All Might presented the hair to him. "Eat this."

Instantly, Izuku's expression turned to one of bewilderment. "... huh?"

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Diego adjusted his clothing. "It's just an exam. Nothing at all."

DIO grinned, satisfied that raising his heir to have the same peerless ambition as him had taken root. "Do all you must to achieve what you desire, Diego. We Brandos take what we want."

"Yes, grandfather. I will."

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"Well, I'm off." Gyro stood in the doorway and looked back at his father.

Gregorio Zeppeli turned the page of the book he was indulging in. "May your day be prosperous, Iulius."

"It will, father." Gyro walked out the door and closed it behind him. As he walked off, he could not help but let out a deep, sorrowful sigh.

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"Here it is..." Izuku gripped his knapsack with white knuckles.

Diego gazed at the massive building as well. "The first step on the great journey we have chosen."

"Hey, Deku! Move it!"

The newest holder of One For All spun around and found his old childhood friend stomping along and glaring at him.

"Oh hey, Kacchan!" He nervously waved his arms, making Diego raise an eyebrow. "L-lets do our best today."

"Just stay out of my way... or I'll set you on fire."

Instantly, the blonde caucasian was suddenly standing in front of him with an unamused expression.

"I don't like threats... Kacchan." He spoke the last word with distaste.

"Who the fuck are you and what does it matter what I do with Deku here?" Bakugo said aggressively, not showing the confusion he felt about this random gaijin getting in his face.

The British blonde snarled as his teeth sharpened. "My name is Brando. And I already don't like you all that much."

"The fuck is your problem, scrub? I'm just making sure Deku here doesn't get in my way." Bakugo didn't bother remembering the foreigner's name. If he had his way the asshole wouldn't be here after one day, just like that damn Deku.

Izuku wilted at his former friend's vitriol. "Kacchan…"

"Scrub?" Diego paused... and chuckled as his chompers returned to normal.

The Explosion Quirk wielder glared at the annoying foreigner. "Something funny, you sidekick wannabe?"

"Yes. You."

Izuku didn't want his new friend to cause a scene that would most likely ruin his chances of attending U.A. "Diego, let's go, this isn't a good idea on the first day."

Bakugo sneered at the pair. "That's right, listen to the Quirkless loser. Just stay out of my way and I might consider not blowing you up into shit."

Diego shrugged and started walking off with Izuku towards the doors. "Has he always had such a deep case of thantophilia?"

Bakugo looked at the odd duo. "Man, they're really just letting anyone in. Used to be getting in here was an accomplishment. Now any off-the-boat foreigner can sign up. This school's really gone downhill. At least that'll make me being number one easier." He scoffed and walked with a faster pace than them, passing both before they got to the doors.

As Brando continued on, Izuku took another moment to catch his bearings.

Here I go! I'm going to claim my dream and make it my reality! He took a step forward... and tripped on his own feet. Or maybe not. He waited for his face to meet the ground... but it never came. He stood there in bewilderment... or at least he thought he was standing. He looked to his side and found that he was actually floating. He then noticed a brunette girl with her hand on his side, and his voice got caught in his stomach.

"Falling before the exam would really be unlucky," she said with a smile. "So I stopped you with my Quirk." She adjusted his position so that he was standing up.

She... she's touching me! Izuku's mind was flaring up. A girl is touching me!

She pressed her fingers together and he returned to the ground. She walked off and gave him a wave. "I hope we see each other again!"

Izuku just stared. I just talked to a girl!

As he ran to catch up with Diego, he failed to realize that he actually had not said a single word to his savior.

Several dozen meters behind them, near the archway, Gyro looked up at the building and took a deep breath. "Well, wish me luck, Momo."

"I wish you success, as luck shouldn't be needed." She said with a smile.

"I sure hope so..." He walked forward, into UA.

A female voice spoke next to her. "Quite the handsome specimen."

Yaoyorozu looked to her left and saw a blonde American girl her age looking at Gyro's back. The ends of her mane were unorthodox, ending in ring curls that were roughly as wide as bracelets.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, may I ask your name?" Momo said, dodging the observation on her boyfriend's looks.

"Based on the cultural norm of surnames going first, I suppose I'm to introduce myself as Valentine Siri. I just transferred here from Washington."

"Welcome to Japan, I am Yaoyorozu Momo." The prodigy gave a short bow towards the newcomer.

"Many thanks. Judging by you not following the Italian, I surmise you too are getting into U.A. via recommendation?"

"I have earned my place here," Momo said with a cold stare, the implication that she was coasting not one she was willing to tolerate.

Siri didn't notice the chill aimed at her. "My family has a history of helping others. I figured it was my turn after inheriting... this." Behind her, an odd white-blue humanoid manifested into existence. It was as tall as a grown man and had what could either be long upturned ears or horns on its head. Its mouth was covered by a mask and all along its body was heart-shaped stitching. "D4C."

"A Stand," Yaoyorozu observed. "What can it do?"

"Sorry but I'd rather keep that to myself for now. We might not be in the same class and I would rather you didn't think of ways to counter me when the Sports Festival comes around."

The heiress understood the precaution. "Very well."

Siri gave her a smile as D4C vanished. "We'll see each other again, Yaoyorozu. Have a good day." She walked out towards the street and rolled under a parked car. "Dojya~~~n!"

Momo looked at the vehicle for a minute, and didn't see Siri come out from under it. "Is she going to stay there?" She curiously walked over and crouched down. To her shock, the American was gone.

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Closing Notes: Keeping to the Jojo tradition of music shout-outs, 'Siri' is Swahili for 'Secret.' Ergo her name is a reference to the song 'Secret Valentine.'