I was bored waiting for a flight, so I wrote a little more than usual. Next updates will probably not come out as fast.

Anyways, thanks for everyone that has been leaving reviews reading the story, glad you're all enjoying my stuff.

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5 am, at the local park

Izuku still had a long way to go, but this was a good start...at least he hoped so.

He already had to deal with the awkwardness of having to explain to his mother why he hadn't eaten as much rice as usual and why he wanted to eat this particular cut of fish and had become so interested in chicken breast all of the sudden. He didn't blame her, he had gone from a total nerd to complete health nut in the snap of a finger due to his rush of motivation after the talk with All Might.

But for the moment, he'd have to leave his research on proper dieting for later, right now he was facing a much bigger monster.

Running.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that big for most people, but for someone like him, a rather wimpy dork that spent most of his free time alone at home doing hero research and studying, he didn't have the greatest athletic pre-disposition.

And he did not realize just how big this park was.

And he had to run around it ten times.

Izuku would scream if he wasn't so shy about it.

Toshinori was still a bit baffled at his own choice to come in during his free time just to check on this kid he had only met for a few minutes the previous day.

I mean, he didn't have to go too out of his way, he has always been an early riser and he always left home early to get coffee from a local shop he enjoyed, so all it was would be taking a small detour to this neat little park.

And so there he was, sitting on a bench by the outskirts, cutting himself some slack and remaining in his skeletal, weaker form as he grasped a portable cut of warm coffee in one hand while looking at his watch with the other.

"5:10...I mean, I don't really think the kid would arrive on time anyways...he's probably gonna be late, first time I did it I know I was." he'd chuckle to himself, appreciating the hot bitterness of his beverage as he reached for a sip right before letting off a steamy sigh "I have some time to wait, anyways…"

"What am I doing here? It's just some high school kid, he's probably gonna give up on this after a week, most of them do." The weakened symbol of peace would run a bony hand through his hair with a soft and quiet groan as he let his pessimism get a hold of his thought process for a moment "What am I even hoping for…? He's quirkless to top it off, I'm sure in a few months, maybe a year he'll get over the hero thing, maybe get a normal job or settle for becoming a doctor or police officer...I shouldn't think of pulling him into this mess…"

His thoughts, along with his next sip would, however, be interrupted as he looked down the park's outlining pathway to see a familiar smudge of green hair dressed in a simple black tracksuit that looked rather old in a way like it hadn't been worn too many times since it was purchased.

"Young Midorya…" Toshinori would say quietly to himself, watching as the teen quickly huffed past him with a polite wave, but other than that, not much of a second glance directed towards him "Of course, he doesn't recognize me in this form...hm, perhaps it's for the best. Let's see how he does without All Might there to motivate him."

The deflated no. 1 hero settled into his seat, trying his best to look casual and inconspicuous as he watched the boy periodically pass by him.

One time...two times…..three times….four…..five…

"He's slowing down with each lap...that's expected, I doubt he has a lot of stamina…" The symbol of peace would think to himself as he watched Deku slowly huff past him for the sixth time over. His stance was slumped, he was sweating like a pig and his facial expression was one of pure agony, but he was still going

"Come on, kid...just a few more…"

Izuku was in hell.

Who would have thought that this would be so hard? It's just going around a damn park! Children did it, dogs did it! He came here certain that with some minor effort he too could do it, but after the third lap, his outlook changed.

Right now everything hurt, every muscle in his body felt like it was burning under his skin, screaming at him to stop. He was struggling to breathe, huffing heavily with each step like the air was water and he had just gone days in the desert without any.

"Oh god, skipping on gym class wasn't a good idea!" He would think, clenching his eyes shut for a moment before quickly springing them open to realign himself before he tripped "I...I can't do this...seven laps is fine right...?"

It wasn't fine, he couldn't even convince himself of that. All Might, his hero, had told him ten laps was something he could manage...and he agreed. It was either ten laps or he might as well not have gotten up this early in the morning!

It was a shame to feel this way, but every lap felt like less of an accomplishment for the boy and more of an "Alright, now I'm this much closer to finishing…" Which was a bit of an accomplishment in it of itself at the end of the day, depending on how you thought about it.

"E-Eight…" he would breathe out, struggling to keep count as exhaustion kept his brain foggy and a faint light-headed sensation constantly affecting his functioning. But still, he would press on. This was nothing compared to what the real heroes had to face every day of their lives, what right did he have to aspire to stand amongst them if this was enough to make him give in?

It wasn't a glorious battle, it wasn't something that would be on the news and would have people looking at him in wonder. It was just a nerdy kid struggling to do basic cardio exercise, but it was his battle and he was determined to see the end of it!

"Nine…" Toshinori would say quietly as he watched Izuku pass by once more, gripping his empty cup of coffee tightly, just short of crushing it in his slim palm in the intensity of his grip.

Why was he so interested in this boy? Why was watching him push himself to become better, even if with something as simple as a morning jog, making his heart beat this way?

"Even if my punches can bring entire buildings down now...I still remember how tough a run around the park was when I started…" He would let his thoughts drift as he brought his eyes expectantly to the horizon, his fingers tapping his own thigh impatiently as he waited to see another green smudge make the curve down the walkway "Come on, young Midorya...just one more...push through the pain…"

The thin, weakened face of the man, previously shrouded in an expression of curiosity and worry would soon curl into a smile as he watched the visage of the young teenager creep around the corner as he entered the final straight line for his final lap.

Toshinori wouldn't help but chuckle. God, he looked like every part of him wanted to die, it was nostalgic, in a way, as he reminded his own struggle back in the day. Izuku's tracksuit was completely soaked in many large wet smudges of sweat, his stance was slumped with exhaustion and his eyes were drooped and tired, but what the hidden All Might found the most wonderful was the struggled, awkward smile on his face he refused to let fall.

He was such an All Might fanboy.

"That's it, just a few more steps...yes...yes…" the slim blond would unconsciously inch himself to the edge of his seat as he watched the boy close in.

"J-Just...hah...a little more….fuh...yes….yes…" Midorya would huff in exhaustion as he saw the bench he used as his mental finish line approaching, after all the pain, all the fighting, he was gonna do it.

"YES!"

Midorya wasn't sure if he fell down face first into the ground due to how tired he was after finishing his last lap or due to the loud, booming voice that had suddenly sprung to life behind him startling him out of his senses, but either way, he had to admit...the floor was pretty damn comfy right now.

With a weakened sigh the boy would turn his head to the voice's source, only to have his tired sockets widen as he suddenly forgot that he was tired and sprung back onto his feet with a gasp of disbelief "A-All Might?!"

Toshinori would look down at his now muscle filled body and notice how tighter his clothing would fit around him as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face "Shit, I got too excited…" he would mutter under his breath before awkwardly raising his hand to wave at the teen "Hello there, young Midorya! I'm glad to see you're following my advice!"

"H-How long have you b-been there?" he would stutter as he attempted to steady his stance before suddenly the adrenaline rush of seeing his idol standing there would leave and his legs became jelly, his strength leaving his body as he toppled straight to the ground again.

Or at least he would have if he didn't land in the welcoming arms of the Symbol of Peace, who had dashed out of his seat in the blink of an eye, kicking up a cloud of dust on his wake, to catch the boy's fall and almost comically, the thunk of his empty coffee cup falling into the nearby trash can would be heard. Because a true hero doesn't litter.

"I've been here long enough, young Midorya." He would say reassuringly as he held the boy gently in his arms, giving him a few soft smacks on the cheek to keep him from passing out "Long enough to be very proud of you."

"Hehe...r-really? A-All I did was….r-run around the park…" Izuku would say as he slowly caught his breath, holding onto his hero as he was helped towards the bench, where he could finally, and comfortably, slump down and ease his strain.

"It doesn't matter how little the struggle may seem from the outside, but how great it feels from the inside, young Midorya." All might would smile as he held out for the boy a bottle, filled with cold water and glistening with droplets along its clear surface "You've taken the hardest step, the first one, now that you have gotten started we can move on to different methods."

Deku had barely even let the words sink as he snatched the bottle, unscrewing the cap quickly and gulping down its contents greedily as he appreciated the sensation of the cool liquid revitalizing his dried, overheated windpipe until finally he would peel the bottle's mouth away from his lips with a sigh and a blush reddening his cheeks

"W-We…?"

All Might would laugh a hearty cackle as he looked down at the green haired teen with a smile even brighter than his usual one, flashing him a decisive thumbs up "I'll help you!"

Now that made Midorya choke on the next set of gulps, the water coming right back up and out of his nose as he coughed uncomfortably, which would have the larger blond exasperatedly assaulting his back with small little successive slaps.

"H-Help me…? Y-You?" Izuku would repeat in disbelief as if he had to confirm he didn't hear it wrong and wasn't having exhaustion-induced hallucinations "B-But...I don't want to get in the way of your hero work...I know you're probably really busy so...i-it's fine, really…"

"Izuku, listen to me…" Toshinori would call out, gaining the teen's instant attention by the use of his first name "When I look at you, I see someone who will do a lot of great things, because I know you have it in you to work as hard as you need to get there. There are twenty-four hours in a day, I can spare a few for the pleasure of seeing you shine, young man."

Izuku gulped as he his hand squeezed the wood of the bench he was sat on, the rough texture of the old oak grazing his skin as he felt a certain tightness inside his heart and the tears swelling behind his eyes.

"I believe in you, Izuku Midorya."

And then he let loose, two thick strands flowing warmly down his cheeks as a sob he didn't realize he was holding back escaped his lips as he brought his hands to his face, trying to hide it from view at the same tie as he tried to soak the tears into the cloth of his tracksuit.

That was it, wasn't it?

All he ever wanted to hear, coming from the person he most wanted to say it.

All Might, the number one hero, his inspiration...believed in him.

His sobbing became louder as he seemed to forget completely to continue trying to hide it, his shyness melting as he began crying freely as he finally let all of his frustration, all of his retained anger, all of the bitterness he felt from his unjust situation out with a sobbed scream that was expunged from his lungs, cleansing him.

At that moment, he didn't have to tell himself that being a hero was possible, he didn't have to force the idea to stand in his head. At that moment, it simply felt possible.

He was ready to give up the day before, but now he was coming back...and as he wiped the tears from his face and drowned out the last sniffles, he decided that his determination would be even stronger.

"There, there, young Midorya." All Might would say as he gave the green haired teen a fatherly pat on the back before letting out a soft sigh "You've earned yourself some rest today, but tomorrow I want you to meet me here at the same time so we can get started!" he would say with another characteristic thumbs up and a determined grin "And don't stay awake too late, I won't go easy on you!"

In any other circumstance, Midorya would probably shiver at the thought of going out that early to train again after the suffering he endured today, but right now his endorphins were on an all-time high and he was feeling motivated.

"R-Right! I won't be late!" he would say with a smile drenched in resolve as he stood up from the bench, stretching his limbs out a little before waving his hero goodbye and making a jog towards his home, almost as if he hadn't just been dead tired from the last one just a moment ago.

Toshinori would wait at his spot on the bench until Izuku had disappeared over the horizon before letting off a steamy sigh as he deflated back to his weaker, slim shape with a puff of smoke.

He would bring a hand to his blond locks and straighten his hair out as he slumped back into the bench with a yawn, bringing his head so his eyes would meet the blue sky above.

"He's the one, isn't he? He has what it takes." he would say, smiling to himself before caressing his temples with a groan "Why did he have to be such a fanboy, though...telling him the truth is gonna be so awkward now…"

Katsuki Bakugo was having a regular day in his life. You know, being the best at like, everything that mattered.

He was just leaving through the automatic doors of the local market, a pair of bags held in his left hand, his spoils from his trip to the store in search of eggs and milk. Because when mom tells you to do something, not even Mr explosion lord says no.

With his chores taken care of, he would keep the constant scowl that never seemed to leave his face as he went down his usual way back home, only to stop in the middle of the way at a nearby vending machine.

Checking his pockets to confirm he had enough for a drink the teen would eye his options with interest before aggressively shoveling a few coins down the machine's designated coin hole and smacking the button for a 'Power Hour' energy drink, which would soon thump down to the delivery spot.

Katsuki would smirk softly as he reached down and managed to crack the can open single-handed, hearing the satisfying hiss of the beverage as he brought it to his lips for a nice, long gulp.

Said gulp, however, would be sadly interrupted as Katsuki choked, spitting out some of his drink as he dashed, can in hand to lean over the fence that surrounded the little marketplace "What the hell...!"

There he was, that little green haired wimp jogging back home to his apartment building in sweat-drenched clothes!

"Since when does Deku exercise?! All the time I've known him he's been a nerd!" The boy would growl in anger, giving the can in his hand a few dents as it cracked in his intensive grip.

With a roll of his eyes, the boy would huff under his breath as he went bottoms up and chugged the drink down with large gulps, some of it dripping loosely down his chin before he cracked his empty can with a snarl and tossed it off to the side.

"Whatever, so what? The useless dork decided to and actually not look like he's a scrawny little ten-year-old." Katsuki would grumble to himself as he began to walk away, though his gaze was permanently fixated in the green-haired runner slowly making his way down the street "Look at him, he's pathetic. I bet all he did was jog a little and it almost killed him...whatever…"

Bakugo would do his best to get that little pest of a Deku out of his mind. It was fine, this was fine, everything was fine. All it happened is that he got a little surprised that Deku turned out to be...not as completely useless as he expected! Doesn't mean he's ever going to catch up to him...nope!

But, with that said, Katsuki made himself a mental reminder to do some changes on his usual workout regime to make it a bit thougher...not because he was worried about Deku of all people, pfffft, the wimp just...reminded him that it had been a while since he messed with it, yeah.

After all, it wasn't like he was gonna see him much after the UA exam, after all, there was no way Deku would ever show up to that! That made the blond smile a little.