Izuku Midoriya played with his All Might action figure alone in the park, a notebook stacked on top of is backpack, on the bench behind him, His mom was nearby, talking to a friend, she had apparently not seen this woman since high school, when they went to rival academies. Izuku didn't recognize the woman, nor did he hear the conversation. He was content to just play in the park, by himself. It wasn't that he didn't want friends, he just didn't really have any since his childhood pal Katsuki Bakugou became his worst nightmare. Izuku was just happy to have a moment's reprieve while the blonde boy was on a trip with his dad. The young Midoriya boy wouldn't know anything about that.

"You! Freckles! Dance Battle!" Izuku looked up in front of him, laying eyes upon a small pink girl, with hair like his, back eyes, and horns that looked like antennae. She was pouting with her arms crossed in defiance. She placed down a pink boombox in front of her aggressively to punctuate her challenge.

"I…. I what?" the young boy was completely taken off guard. The promise of a new friend was a welcome one, but he was used to being picked on, leading to him being more cautious. Adding to that, this was a rather unorthodox greeting for the quirkless child.

"You heard me! Nobody wants to dance with me and I haven't asked you yet." She frowned, looking far more sympathetic now.

"I…." Izuku was not used to any of this. Talking to girls, dancing, and having people besides his mother being nice to him. "Ok…"

"Yippee!" the pink girl cheered and ran off to a nearby dumpster and found a broken-down cardboard box, completely dry. Grinning at her own good fortune, she dragged the box over and laid it down in front of the puzzled boy and pressed the button on her little pink boombox. She instantly starts dancing, spinning on her back and doing various flips and spins. Given that she was six, they weren't anything remarkable, but they were still impressive to her opponent, whose eyes widened as he watched in confusion and awe. He didn't really know where to begin but he couldn't take his eyes away. There was something infectious about her enthusiasm and intimidating about it at the same time.

The girl finished her dancing then jumped to the side to make room on the cardboard for Izuku. She tried to look intimidating, but she was six years old and had just danced to music on her little pink stereo, and could barely control her excitement, so a smile kept creeping out.

Izuku had no idea what he was doing in the slightest. It was all a blur and he had never done this before. He couldn't imagine All Might doing this, so it never crossed his mind. However, another thing he couldn't see All Might doing was backing down from a challenge, so he gulped and stepped forward with a shaky determination upon his face. He took a step onto the mat and gave it his all.

He had been utterly embarrassed, as he looked like a dying chicken and had tripped over himself 30 seconds in. He tried again, but it didn't go much better and he ultimately conceded. He expected to get laughed at. It was what others did, but instead, Mina chuckled and applauded.

"That was awful! But you tried, and I appreciate it!" she beamed.

The green-haired boy's shoulders slumped at his defeat and her laughter, but she seemed nice, so he offered a crooked smile. "S-so I lost. What do I do now?"

The girl looked at Izuku thoughtfully, then grinned eagerly, as a very old joke crept into her mind. "Take me to your leader, obviously."

Izuku walked to his mother with Mina, her arms held behind her head as she strolled. They approached the two women who were currently lost in conversation; one with long green hair, the other with a bouffant of pink hair.

"Mom! I made a new friend." He said tugging on her dress. The pink girl went over to her mother and did the same. They pointed at each other and locked eyes, then up at their moms. It soon clicked, that their mothers were friends.

Mina spoke cheerfully. "Our moms are friends! Guess that seals it. We're friends too now. I'm Mina. What's your name, greeny?"

"I-Izuku …. Izuku Midoriya."

"Well, Izuku, I think it's settled now." She nodded.

"W-what is?" he stuttered out inquisitively.

"My prize for beating you. We are now best friends!"

Izuku and his mom left the park, parting ways with the pink girl and her mother. They waved goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Inko looked down at her son. He had been bullied, found out he had a birth defect, and that in all likelihood, could never accomplish his dream, all at a very young age. And yet now, he was smiling.

"Did you have fun today, Izu?" she asked, a gentle smile on her own lips.

"Of course, mom! Everything is going to be alright!" he grinned back.

The single mother had her doubts about how great things would turn out, but she couldn't help but be happy for her son. Her old friend's daughter was now friends with her son. Maybe things would work out after all.