A/N: Hey, Y'all! I'm going to be gone tomorrow, so I'm going to publish this one late tonight; hopefully, it doesn't put me on anyone's short list, or make you want to sue me for being three hours from Saturday. Anyway, remember how I was talking about Izuku's REALITY and then how it felt like a hopeless dream to achieve his REALITY but then by All Might's intervention he could finally achieve his ideal REALITY? Good, because it comes up again xD anyway, I have a lot of drabbles for you today, including one double drabble(which is 200 words). Sorry for the deviation, but it was too good to resist. If you read through these, and you enjoy them, please remember to leave a review! They really help encourage me to write more, and to keep myself on a good release and writing schedule. Have an awesome weekend!

Major spoilers for S1 of My Hero Academia! Remember to smile, because it's a good day to be alive!

Episode: S1 Ep 3 - Roaring Muscles

Rating: K+

Warnings: Do I even need to tell you about the Izuku angst at this point

Summary: Izuku's REALITY, All Might seeing himself in Izuku, Izuku guilt, a rare unnoticed romance, and Izuku finally at the peak


"You are worthy to inherit my power," All Might rumbled. Izuku looked up, confused. It couldn't be done! Besides, All Might had already given him power, by acknowledging his worthiness of herohood. But this! This was like being made a knight on his first day as a squire!

Being like All Might had always been his ultimate goal - but it felt unimaginable to skip the long journey up the mountain, and ascend straight to its peak. He never really imagined being at the summit, and now that it was about to be his reality… it was equally awesome and terrifying.


All Might looked down on Izuku, who denied the truth and jumped at shadows, who had no power and yet desired herohood. This was a boy of contradictions, a boy who had a courageous heart but who just couldn't fight.

Perhaps All Might wanted to pass his power on to Izuku because he was a diehard fan of all heroes, perhaps because Izuku had it in him to become a hero and needed direction, but All Might thought the real reason was that he saw himself in Izuku.

There was no denying Izuku had undirected potential and was good at studying heroes, but All Might remembered how helpless he had felt before he had inherited his quirk. He remembered how he, just like this boy, had been lost and scared, grabbing at a dream of greatness, with nothing to stand on and no one to help him.

It moved All Might to pity. How could he not pass on the torch of hope, of destiny, to this child? And with it, he would pass on the happiness and fulfillment that he had inherited with his power. If he could help Izuku achieve his dream, he could die a happy man.


Izuku was overjoyed to receive his quirk. Really, he was. He had fought ridicule, been ignored, and been physically assaulted; he welcomed the change. But still, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Twenty percent of the population didn't have quirks, and though most of those people were content to live as bystanders, he had to wonder - how many like him, who dreamed about being heros, would be swept to the wayside forever? How many would put in so much effort - but have no All Might to help them?

He tried to ignore it. But it made Izuku sick to think about.


Mayumi sighed as she gazed, starry-eyed at Izuku. Maybe she was a little crazy, glancing into his locker, getting lost in his beautiful eyes, sometimes following him home. Mayumi's friends thought she was mad over this weird nerd, but she couldn't help liking him.

She felt bad as everyone laughed at Izuku when he started to mutter. Every time he got picked on, she wanted to give him a hug and encourage him, but she always froze when he was around. The bell rang, and a downcast Mayumi picked her way to the door. She really should talk to him.


Izuku screamed into the morning sky, his head back and his arms raised. He screamed, and released everything he had: the pain, hate, doubt, sorrow, and anger he had accumulated over nine long years of being the trash that was now beneath his feet.

He screamed, because he had made his way to the top. He had made a treacherous climb full of misery and slow improvement here, but now everything that had ever stood in his way - his quirkless self, his cowardice, his classmates, ridicule, physical abuse, and Bakugo - All trash beneath his feet. He had achieved the impossible.