AN: I do not own My Hero Academia.

(Home Base)

After being escorted home by Kaachan, Mother was waiting for me on the couch when I walked inside the apartment. I saw her staring at my arms and remembered they were a little banged up.

[Nervousness detected in Mother.]

[Nervousness 40% higher than normal.]

She patted the spot beside her. I changed out of my school shoes into my house slippers and walked over to her.

"How was your day, Izuku?" she asked as I sat down beside her.

"The majority of the classes were kind of boring, even if they are a year or two advanced. It's nothing I can't handle, they are pretty easy," I tell her.

[Mother's pride in self increased by 10%.]

"Academics has always been your strong point," she responded with a smile.

"We had our first hero foundations class with All Might today," I say, her eyes widening.

"A-All M-Might? He's teaching at U.A.? I nodded, "You didn't embarrass yourself, did you? I know he's still your favorite."

I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes. "No, Mom. I met him last year and got his autograph at the time, remember?"

"I'm sorry. I forgot, Izuku. I just don't like remembering why you met him," she explained.

[Anxiety in Mother rapidly increasing!]

[Evasive maneuvers activated.]

"Did you work out with Auntie today?" I asked.

"Yes and I'm still sore from it!"

[Subject successfully changed.]

[Anxiety in mother rapidly decreasing.]

"What did you two do?"

"First we stretched, to keep ourselves from cramping. Then we worked mostly on the lower body, squats, lunges, and some other exercises I don't remember the names of. And last, we went on a mile run!" she tells me.

"Sounds a little exhausting," I said.

"A little!? I was ready to drop dead afterwards!" she exclaimed, "I know I've lost some weight, but I'm not some fitness guru like Mitsuki!"

I held in my snort. Mother did not lose just a little weight, she lost a lot! Her figure was almost back to my early elementary days at this point. Not being able to stress eat sugar had its benefits.

"Mom, you're in good shape now! Just wait until Dad comes back! I said, "I might end up with a little brother!"

"Izuku!"

[Processing effects of Dad's immeniment return.]

[75% chance of sleep deprivation on Dad's return.]

[Finding alternative sleeping locations.]

[Location found.]

"Mom, can I stay at Kaachan's house that night. I'll like to sleep that night," I got a light smack across the top of my head for that.

"Izuku, no more of that out of you." Mother scolded me, "And for your information, we always use protection."

I rolled my eyes, unnoticed by my mother. "I think he will be in too much of a rush to put one on. You went from level ten doting mother to level thirty-five banging wife."

[Confused status inflicted on Mother.]

[Meme language not understood by Mother.]

"Thank you?"

"It's a compliment, mom."

(?)

"Izuku, you got a package!" my mother told me.

I opened my door to see my mom holding a large brown box from Omoozon.

I took the box she handed to me and placed it on the bed. I read the shipping label, seeing it was from an address I did not recognize.

"Aren't you going to open it up?" my mom asked. She was still standing in the doorway. She was eyeing the box with wariness.

"Yes." I went to my desk and got a pen. I took the cap off and used the tip to pierce the packaging tape. I cut open the tape and slowly opened the box. Inside was a large silver metallic object. As I pulled the object out of the box, I could see it was a laptop. I placed it on my bed and retrieved the card at the bottom.

'A gift to further your greatness.' Signed, Foundation.

I scratched my head. I didn't know these Foundation guys. Maybe it had to do my favorite instructor? I did accept an invitation into some random group.

"Who's it from, Izuku?" My mom asked.

"A friend," I tell her. I wasn't lying. I hope.

She frowned. "Izuku, do you know why it was given to you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe he felt like being generous?"

I wished I had known this laptop was coming, so I wouldn't have to deal with my mother. She was still eyeing the computer with distrust. I hated lying to her, but this was the price I had to pay for knowledge.

"I've got some homework to do, so I'll check on the laptop later," I tell her. My mother looked at me and then my desk. I knew I had various papers and school books scattered on it. For I was double checking my work. A habit instilled into me by my mother.

When my mother left, I closed the door behind her. I hated lying to her. I placed the laptop on the desk, after clearing some space for it, and booted it up.

"Hello Izuku Midoriya," a robotic voice came from the laptop. I quickly unplugged my headphones form desktop and plugged them into the audio jack of the laptop so my mother wouldn't hear the voice, "You have peaked Foundation's interest from your comprehension of bio robotics. The CPU you built was an optimal design that was on par with many high end CPUs available to the public, even though it was made form spare parts of other machinery."

"We give you this laptop you so you can further your studies, as our contact for you has told us of your limited hardware," the voice continued, "You will find this computer has the best hardware and software you can find on the market. It also has the latest edition of CAD, computer aided design. We hope you continue with your studies, as we will be in touch with challenges for you. Expect these on a weekly basis."

A normal start screen popped up, saying, "Welcome Izuku Midoriya."

It then asked me to create a password. Once I did, I vowed to myself to protect this computer dearly.

(?)

It had been only two days when I got my next assignment from Foundation. There was a messaging system preprogrammed into the laptop.

Foundation had sent back my home built CPU and told me to rebuild it with the materials they supplied. That took only a few hours because the thermal paste needed to dry.

But that wasn't my assignment. Foundation wanted me to build a prosthetic hand, from the blue prints they provided! I could already see improvements that could be made! They wouldn't mind, right? Of course not! Foundation is a group of intellects.

My body buzzed with excitement at the challenge. And then immediately died when I realized I had no materials.

I couldn't scrap stuff from the house, my mom would immediately notice anything missing. She was already having a fit about the toaster I used to create the Bully Burner, not that she knew I had taken it. She eventually got another one.

My mom was penny pincher, not that it was necessary since Dad made good money overseas a Pro Hero agency consultant. The job allowed my mom to stay at home most of the day and only work part time as a nurse at the nearby hospital. So both my parents made good money, my mom was just borderline frugal. Auntie Mitsuki was almost as bad, if what Kaachan complained about was true.

I left my room to grab a piece of fruit for I was a little puckish and that was now the only snack food in the house. I think my mom figured out I had swiped all her hidden sweets and now was being petty by not getting any more yogurt cups for me. Yogurt cups weren't even that bad. I missed my strawberry cups.

I was surprised to see my Auntie in my home when I arrived at the kitchen. She was going thru the fridge, while my mom was in the pantry.

"Where's all the good shit, Inko-chan? All I see is fucking fruit!" She yelled, showing where Kaachan got his lack of volume control.

"I'm trying to lose weight," my mother answered.

"Well shit, you need to come to the gym with me! No buts!" Auntie said as she stopped looting the fridge, "Oh hi there Izu-kun!"

"Hi Auntie."

"Izuku? You're done studying?" My mom asked, "You usually don't finish until dinner is done."

"No ma'am. I'm just grabbing a snack."

"Okay. Dinner will be done in an hour."

"Izu-kun, I heard from my brat talking about you hanging out on the roof during lunch," My heart stopped beating, "What's that's all about?"

Mom swirled around to face me, eyes wide with concern and fear. I knew I had a matching expression, but just contained fear instead.

"Just studying!" I lied, "Got to study really hard if I'm going to make it into U.A.! The written exam is no joke! Plus, I got to study electronics for the support course!"

I laughed nervously, hoping they believe me. They a share a look I cannot decipher. That scares me even more.

Auntie speaks first. "Good for you. Graduating from U.A. will get you into one of the better hero agencies. Shoot, you could even work with your dad and explore the world. And with you being at U.A., maybe you can keep my brat in line."

"Kaachan probably won't listen to me…"

Auntie waved off my concern. "Just threaten not to make him anymore cool shit and refuse to repair his crap and he will fold. Might throw a tantrum, but he will be all right."

I nodded. "Okay Auntie."

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck raising as I grabbed an apple from the fridge. Before I left to go back to my room, I cautiously glanced at my mother. I could tell form the expression on her face that we were going to talk later.

I'm so stupid! I had to be more careful!

(?)

I was in my safe place, the rooftop. No one ever came to bother me after the incident with Bacon Belly. The students didn't want to suffer the wrath of Kaachan. Not even to beat up Deku. Funny how he went from my worst tormentor to my guardian angel. Life is stranger.

I was working on adding improvements to the prosthetic hand when I heard the door being opened. Not the slow sneaky creak of Kaachan checking up one me or the sudden burst of Bacon Belly. It was opened like a regular person.

I looked back to see Kaachan. "Where the fuck you get the laptop, Deku? Looks too pricey for your parents to get for you off the drop of a hat. That's some birthday level shit.

"A friend," I answered, getting an annoyed expression from him, "Pen pal to be exact."

"Only your nerd ass would do some archaic bullshit like that," he said, "I heard from the old hag you still want to go to U.A., but for the damn support course."

He glared at me. "Why?"

"I can't be a Pro Hero," I answer simply, "I'm quirkless."

Kaachan's glare falters for a moment as I continue my explanation. "But I still love heroes. I won't ever stop, so this is the second best for me. I can help heroes do their job better. It's like being a hero for the heroes."

My blonde acquaintance, or something, scoffs and turns his head to the side, hiding whatever expression is on his face. "You can finally use all that otaku knowledge in your head and creepy notebooks you keep to use."

He then roughly slams his hand on top of my head. "But you better make me some cool shit. I know your stalker ass has pages worth of shit on me."

A small smile graves my face as he removes his hand. "Of course, Kaachan."

"Hey Kaachan!" I yell as he turns to leave.

He stops mid step, not bothering to look back. "What Deku?"

"What was that place we found years ago with all the junk piles?" I ask

"Dagobah beach, remember dumbass?"

"Right! Thanks Kaachan!"

"Whatever," he leaves, but I hear him mutter one more thing, "Fucking weirdo."

AN: I'm back! Sorry for the wait.