Chapter Twelve:

After an hour of googling, Izuku still couldn't find any mention of Tsubasa's grave. He believed the boy didn't have one. After all, he'd vanished with no body and no family. Izuku knew that graves were for the living, not the dead, yet even so, the unfairness burned. Tsubasa ought to have some kind of memorial. Izuku felt horribly guilty that his childhood friend had died years ago, and he'd never even known it. When Tsubasa had been right before his eyes, Izuku hadn't even recognized him. Izuku had already known he was a failure who didn't deserve to be a hero, but this confirmed it beyond any doubt.

Over and over again, Izuku kept wondering if he could have stopped Tsubasa's second death. He'd never even tried, just seeing the Nomu as a monster. Should Izuku have saved Tsubasa, or was death a mercy for someone twisted into an undead slave? Izuku didn't know. Even so, from the bottom of Izuku's heart, he was grateful that Tsubasa had saved him.

All for One needed to die. Izuku had no illusions about his ability to accomplish such a lofty goal, but still the hatred burned inside of him. Of course Izuku's top priority had to be saving his mother. If not for that, he might have tried to kill the villain the next time they met. And died.

Izuku shouldn't kid himself. He might dream of revenge, but he lacked the strength to carry it out. He was just a teenager. He was scared. He was tired. He was all alone.

That night, Izuku barely slept. He woke up achy and with a nasty headache. Now Izuku regretted arranging to meet Tomura to play video games. It was a weekend, so Izuku could have just curled up in bed and binge-watched hero shows. But he'd overslept, and it was too late to politely cancel. He'd have to run to make it on time.

After Izuku had badly lost three races in a row, Tomura threw his game controller to the ground and demanded, "What's wrong with you today, Player Two? Your gameplay dropped half a dozen levels overnight."

Izuku winced. There was sincere concern in Tomura's eyes despite his gruff tone. But Izuku couldn't exactly tell Tomura that he'd been up late last night contemplating how to kill All for One. Even if Izuku hadn't been very successful in his murder plans, the topic still wouldn't go over well. As usual, Izuku decided to weave in a bit of truth in his lies. "Yesterday, when I was out on patrol, a woman with a baby crossed to the other side of the street upon seeing me."

Tomura harumphed. "Join the club. Apparently I was so terrifying that people fled from me as a five-year-old. In all fairness, if they thought I was a monster, they were right."

Izuku could sense a story there, the dark past his mother had hinted at. Just getting a better idea of Tomura's age back then could be helpful. "I'm sorry. What happened?"

"I don't actually remember all that much. But Sensei saved me." Tomura's tone was reverent. "I learned then that the only people who will help a monster is another monster. You've got us, at least." He nudged Izuku's shoulder.

Yeah, sure, All for One would keep Izuku around for as long as he was useful. Unable to hide the expression on his face, Izuku looked down.

Tomura said, "You've got fans on your side, too, especially after you defeated Stain. Here, let me show you. The founder and president of your fanclub has been posting videos online about you." Tomura pulled up a video on his phone and held it out.

On the screen, a young man with green scales on his face spoke to the camera: "After I suffered bullying because of my mutation, I dropped out of school. It means a lot to me to hear people hailing Izuku Midoriya as a hero after the Hosu Incident. I don't think anyone would have criticized him at the sports festival if he'd been blowing people up, but they treated him differently because he used poison. I thought for sure that he would give up and drop out of school, but he persevered. That made me try going outside again too."

Tomura said, "His name is Shuichi Iguchi. He's posted a lot of stuff about you, see." Tomura scrolled through the videos. "Look how many likes they're getting."

Twisting his hands, Izuku mumbled, "The same people who booed me at U.A.'s Sports Festival all rushed to support me after I beat Stain. The instant I step out of line or lose a fight, they'll all turn on me again."

Tomura shrugged. "Society is buggy. You're a hero if you win, but no one defends you if you lose. But this guy is different. Shuichi Iguchi was all over the videos of the Sports Festival defending you on the same day it happened. His online handle is Spinner—I hacked him to find out his identity. He kept getting downvoted to oblivion and coming back for more. For some people, it was very important to them to see someone with a villainous quirk win against all the hero eggs with their perfect and acceptable powers."

Izuku swallowed. He knew that Tomura was trying to make him feel better, but he could only imagine what would happen after he got revealed as a spy. Then everyone would say they'd expected as much, that a student with a villainous quirk could never become a hero. Just how disappointed would Shuichi Iguchi feel then? Izuku was already betraying everyone at U.A., he didn't want to let down total strangers too. Looking at his hands, Izuku failed to speak.

Tomura peered at his face. "I know what would make you feel better. Do you want to hunt down and kill people who spread lies about you at the Sports Festival?"

"No!" Izuku yelped.

"A light beating, then?"

"No! Come on, Tomura, you know I have my cover as a spy to think of."

"More like you're too soft," Tomura grumbled. "Fine, then, how about some hot chocolate?"

"I'd love hot chocolate," Izuku said, realizing that he'd better at least pretend to be cheered up or the murder offers would never end.

"Kurogiri!" Tomura bellowed. "We want hot chocolate!"

A sigh came from the kitchen. "In a minute," Kurogiri called. The Nomu's voice could barely be heard over the sound of his phone chiming repeatedly.

Tomura stood up and stomped over to the doorway. "Who the hell is calling you so often, idiot? Your phone has been going crazy over the last week. It's not like you have friends."

"They're texts, actually," Kurogiri said. "I must have gotten on a spam list. I've been getting all these nonsensical messages from people claiming to be rats."

Tomura stepped into the kitchen. "I could decay your phone."

"Please stop!" Kurogiri cried. "I'll turn off my phone. I'm getting your hot chocolate."

Tomura returned with two mugs of hot chocolate. Sitting down on the couch, he said, "I've got good news. Present Mic is hosting a live radio show and he's raffling off a genuine Eraserhead scarf, lightly used." Tomura's eyes gleamed.

Welcoming the change of subject, Izuku blew on his hot chocolate. "Yeah, Mr. Yamada mentioned that in class. Apparently Mr. Aizawa got a small tear in his scarf during training so he purchased a new one. The raffle money will be donated to a charity for heroes injured in the line of duty. Shinsou—one of my classmates—has already brought fifty tickets. He's a huge Eraserhead fan."

Tomura flipped his hand. "Buying tickets is for suckers. I'm going to steal that scarf."

Izuku nearly told Tomura not to do it. The fans would be so disappointed. Then Izuku realized that this was way better than Tomura hunting down people who'd insulted him during the Sports Festival and killing them. A villain wouldn't stop being a villain just because they played a few video games together. Izuku had to pick his battles, and as a fellow fanboy Izuku knew this was not a winnable fight. Taking a sip of hot chocolate, Izuku asked, "What's the plan?"

"Kurogiri will warp me in before the show, I'll grab the scarf, and we'll leave while the alarms are blaring. It will be the perfect crime."

It didn't sound like anyone would get hurt, to Izuku's relief.

Tomura continued, "Sensei has some sort of plan on the day of the radio show, so I'll have to steal the scarf before the show. If Eraserhead was showing up at the event personally than I would have insisted on attending, of course. But Eraserhead never has fan events. It's such a shame I missed meeting him at U.S.J."

Aizawa had been lucky to avoid attending that particular fan event. The reminder of All for One and his plans made Izuku's hands shake, the hot chocolate sloshing in his mug.

Tomura frowned. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

Izuku took a long sip of hot chocolate to buy himself time to answer. Perhaps he shouldn't risk this topic, but he needed to know. "Did All for One ever take in any orphans besides you?"

Tomura wrinkled his nose. "Of course not. I'm special."

"I-I was wondering…I mean…children should be too small to turn into Nomu, but, um…the doctor seems able to alter their bodies a lot…" Izuku could not stop thinking about how small Tsubasa had looked in his old pictures online. He wondered what Eri would look like turned into a Nomu. His hands shook harder.

Tomura patted Izuku's back. "Oh, I see now. Yes, Sensei does use minions who failed him as raw materials. But I'd never let that happen to you. We're friends."

In fact, Tomura hadn't understood at all, but now he'd raised that possibility, Izuku felt even worse. Izuku stared at the rippling surface of his hot chocolate. "If I failed All for One, then you wouldn't be able to stop him from punishing me."

"Look at me." Tomura put his face in front of Izuku's. "True, Sensei does what he pleases. He's punished me plenty of times, and I survived. I won't let him turn you into a Nomu. I swear on every game I've ever played."

Tears formed in the corners of Izuku's eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. He wished he could believe it, but he wasn't sure if this promise applied only to Izuku making mistakes. Would Tomura still feel bound to help a friend who betrayed him? Izuku was a traitor to everyone, not on the heroes' side or the villains', the only person trying to save his mother. Who would save Izuku himself?

Once again, Izuku slept poorly. He'd had nothing but bad sleep since he'd seen what had become of Tsubasa and realized what might happen to Eri. Izuku was tempted to take the day off work, but he didn't know how well that would go over with All for One. Besides, he'd promised to have breakfast with Toshinori. Izuku dragged himself out of bed.

Izuku met Toshinori outside Endeavor's agency. "Would you like to go inside?" Izuku asked. "It's hot out here. I've got my own office where we could eat."

"Maybe I shouldn't." Toshinori rubbed the back of his neck. "Endeavor has never liked me. Even if he didn't find out that I came here, it wouldn't feel right."

Izuku added yet another reason why Endeavor had terrible judgement. Who would possibly dislike the hard-working janitor except a snob? "Hmm, a coffee shop wouldn't let me eat your delicious bento. But I know a nearby park with some tables under a pavilion."

As they walked, Izuku noticed that Toshinori seemed unusually subdued. The janitor had hunched his shoulders over and kept twisting his fingers.

After they sat down, Izuku opened the bento. The sushi was unusually sloppy, the avocado slipping out. Izuku had no complaints—he was getting a free meal and it tasted the same no matter how it looked—but he took this as another sign of distress from the chef.

"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, picking up a sushi.

Toshinori made no move toward his own food. "About your request…" He stared at the table.

"Was it too troublesome?" Izuku asked. "I thought it was worth asking you, but I knew it was a longshot. I'll understand if you didn't find anything."

"I found a case," Toshinori said grimly. He slid over a picture of a family: a father, mother, daughter, and son. A corgi panted in the boy's arms. "This is the Shimura family. Does the name ring a bell? Are these your old neighbors?"

Izuku looked closely. Except for having black hair, the young boy looked very similar to Tomura. "Maybe? I think so? It's been so long. What happened to them?"

"I'm afraid I must deliver some very bad news, young Midoriya." Toshinori took a deep breath. "The entire family is dead, except for the son."

Izuku had expected as much, but he tried to look shocked. "Oh, no."

"Supposedly young Tenko Shimura developed a decay quirk spontaneously and accidentally destroyed his entire family. A neighbor saw part of it. She was too afraid to approach the boy. He wandered off, was reported missing, and eventually presumed dead."

Izuku's eyes narrowed. "Why do you say 'supposedly'?"

"Tenko was diagnosed quirkless." Toshinori's hands clenched his knees. His eyes burned with such fire that the air itself seemed to vibrate. "The police believed he was a late bloomer, but I know a villain who can give and take quirks."

Now Izuku summoned all his fake acting ability. "Whoa, that's hard believe! Not that I think you're lying, of course." Had he oversold that? His voice sounded high-pitched and fake to his own ears.

Luckily, Toshinori seemed too distracted to notice. The janitor was lost in his own thoughts, staring off into the distance. "The villain can also forcibly activate quirks. Quirk accidents do happen, but it's very unusual for a boy as old as Tenko to develop a quirk with no prior signs and cause such large spread destruction on the first use. I'm certain the villain caused this."

Izuku filed away the information about All for One's capabilities. It was a twisted story indeed. Poor Tomura. "Why do you think the villain did this?"

"Nana Shimura was a hero who defied that villain, and died by his hand. He hated her so much that she put her only son into a witness protection program to keep him safe. Kotaro was supposed to be safe. I don't understand why he changed his last name back to Shimura, when his mother must have told him about the danger. I don't know how All for—the villain found them. I—I can't believe this happened without me even knowing." Tears fell from Toshinori's eyes. "I should have protected them."

Izuku ran around the table, arms outstretched. He hesitated at the last moment. "Can I hug you?"

Toshinori accepted the embrace. His shoulders felt bony, his ribcage sticking out of his body. He trembled, his head against Izuku's shoulder. Tears soaked Izuku's shirt. Toshinori whispered, "Nana was like a mother to me, and I failed her."

Izuku knew what it felt like to blame yourself for something, even if it had happened far out of your sight and control. He'd felt the same way about Tsubasa's death. He struggled to find the right words to say. "It's not your fault." Couldn't he think of something besides a cliché? "A villain did this, not you. You couldn't have known."

Toshinori drew back and wiped his nose. "I'm sorry for making such a scene, young Midoriya. I'm embarrassed to have shown this to you."

"It's fine. Adults can cry, too. You should see my mom! We have to replace our carpet regularly because she floods it." Izuku offered a handkerchief. He usually kept them on his person because both he and his mother cried so much.

"Thank you." Toshinori blew his nose. "I didn't mean to dump on you when you must be in mourning, too. I never knew the family, unlike you. This must come as such a shock to you."

Not really. Izuku had seen this story coming a long way off, and despite his lies, he'd never met any Shimura besides Tomura. "I knew them a long time ago. Honestly, I barely remember them. I'm sure you're the one suffering the most."

Toshinori said, "I'm very grateful to you for bringing this to my attention. If not, I might have made a horrible mistake. I fear the villain's revenge scheme is even more subtle. A villain who attacked at U.S.J. used a decay quirk. He also looked like Tenko Shimura."

Oh, good, Toshinori had already made the connection with Tomura so Izuku didn't need to find a way to reveal it. Izuku exhaled and shook his head. "That's terrible."

"Young Shimura must have been taken as a small child and brainwashed all his life. It's…it's…so unfair! I don't know how much of the original Tenko is left in there. That villain can do terrible things to people's minds." Toshinori looked up with teary eyes. "Do you think that Tenko can still be saved?"

"Definitely!" After hearing this story, Izuku had never been surer of it. Even though Izuku knew that Tomura could be dangerous, he also knew that Tomura had kindness for his friends. Tomura had even been willing to lie to All for One to keep Izuku out of trouble. He was far more complicated a person than a brainwashed puppet.

"But is it irresponsible to want to save a villain? What if that wish causes more people to become hurt?"

"Villains are people, too. People always have their reasons for becoming villains." Izuku was thinking of himself, not Tomura. "Do you think that villains can be rehabilitated?"

"Yes, of course."

"You wouldn't blame someone who became a villain because he was threatened into it, would you?"

"That would definitely be extenuating circumstances depending on the nature of the threat. Do you think young Shimura was threatened?"

Izuku flinched. "More likely he was brainwashed, but those cases are…similar. Extenuating circumstances, like you said."

"But how to save him?" Toshinori mumbled. "Perhaps the safest option would be to arrest young Shimura, and then rehabilitate him in jail. But I can't help feeling like All for One is trying to force young Shimura to fight me…heroes. That could play into his hands."

"I think you should tell Tomura Shigaraki the truth," Izuku said. "I doubt he knows that All for One (funny villain name, ha-ha) caused the death of his family."

Izuku had considered telling Tomura himself. Probably Izuku had more credibility than anyone else with Tomura. But that option would be very, very risky. Izuku had started to get a feel for which of All for One's plans he could interfere with and which he could not. All for One hadn't cared about recruiting Stain. He cared about obtaining Eri. And All for One cared very, very much about his manipulations with Tomura. If Izuku tried to turn Tomura against All for One, but failed, then he had no doubt that his mother would pay for it.

Trying to convince himself, Izuku said, "You were like family to Nana Shimura. I'm certain that you're the best person to talk to Tenko Shimura." Hopefully Toshinori would at least be a close second after Izuku himself.

Toshinori straightened. "You're right. I'll try to find young Shimura and tell him the truth. If that fails, then I'll—I'll have heroes on standby to bring him in."

"Definitely a good idea," Izuku said. He shuddered to imagine someone as sickly as Toshinori trying to fight Tomura.

Toshinori smiled. "Thank you, young Midoriya. This conversation has helped me more than you could ever know. Because of you, I've found my path forward."

Izuku blushed. "I'm just returning the favor for how many times you've helped me."

As Izuku returned to Endeavor's agency, he pondered various plans in his mind. There would be plenty of chances to meet with Tomura, then slip his location to Toshinori. But he had two problems: 1. How to explain how he knew where to find Tomura; and 2. How to avoid getting caught in the net himself.

Izuku still couldn't shake the feeling that he ought to talk to Tomura personally. They were something like friends. And friends shouldn't keep secrets from each other. But Izuku had nothing but secrets these days, and it was a risk that he couldn't afford. This was the right decision, even if it felt like the wrong one.

Endeavor held a briefing on the operation to rescue Eri and take down Overhaul. Every moment was painful. Izuku couldn't stop thinking about how All for One knew their entire plan, and it was all his fault. He'd implanted the virus. What if a hero got hurt on the mission as a result?

Izuku barely paid attention. No one cared. Although Shouto would be allowed go inside the compound with his father, Izuku had been ordered to stay outside and "keep watch for any fleeing yakuza." Endeavor had punctuated this with a glare and a justification that Izuku got into too much trouble. Clearly Endeavor expected argument, but Izuku was relieved. The less role he had in this plan, the less All for One could force him to sabotage it. Though Izuku fully expected All for One would find a use for him anyway.

After the briefing, Izuku received a text from All for One commanding a dinner meeting tonight. His stomach rolled. Between the horrors of Tsubasa's death and Tomura's past, Izuku hated being forced to play nice with All for One. Izuku really didn't want to hear the plan to capture Eri. Not that avoidance would make the problem go away. He felt nauseous. His head throbbed. No way could he eat a bite.

Unfortunately, at that precise moment, Shouto knocked on Izuku's office door. The door was slightly open already, Shouto's grey eye visible through the crack.

Izuku quickly put away his phone, not wanting to answer any questions about his Uncle All for One. "Come in."

Shouto entered holding a plate with two donuts. "I noticed you didn't eat any breakfast today. And it looks like you're skipping lunch, too. We've got some leftover donuts from a morning meeting. Would you like them?"

"Oh, thank you. But I'm stuffed. I had breakfast with a friend."

"Who did you eat with?" Shouto asked.

To his horror, Izuku realized that Shouto thought he was lying. How pathetic and friendless did he seem? Izuku said, "Mr. Yagi happened to be in-town. I'm not sure if you've met him? He's the janitor at U.A."

Shouto's eyebrows drew up. "We have a janitor? I thought that Nezu used robots to clean the school…"

Izuku snapped, "Someone has to supervise the robots, obviously." His hand clenched. He realized he was being unfair. After Izuku had lied so many times, he didn't have the right to be upset when someone didn't believe him. Shouto was only acting out of concern. Rubbing his forehead, Izuku said, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood for donuts."

"What would you like to eat?" Shouto asked. "Want to get soba?"

Soba reminded Izuku of Dabi, giving him an excuse to change the subject. "Eh. How has the search for your older brother been going?"

Shouto said, "I haven't found a trace of where he's hiding, but I learned a lot of interesting facts about his past."

Izuku's stomach acid sloshed. Had Shouto realized that Dabi was a villain? Would Izuku be exposed too? He regretted bringing up this topic but he needed to know. "Like what?"

Shouto beamed. "It turns out Touya is sort of a vigilante."

Pure confusion filled Izuku. Images of Dabi cackling maniacally and swanning around like an edgelord flashed across his mind. Izuku simply didn't believe it. "Sort of?"

"He's gotten into trouble with the police, but always because he helped people. Touya defeated a serial killer. He made an arsonist afraid of fire. He burned down a restaurant that was withholding paychecks from their staff. And there was one incident where he chased a priest around throwing fire at him, but when the priest went to the hospital for his superficial burns it turned out he had cancer. His life was saved because they caught it early, though I'm not sure how Touya knew about the cancer."

Um, clearly Dabi hadn't known? It wasn't hard to find a restaurant that mistreated their staff—Inko had worked briefly as a waitress so Izuku would know. Rubbing his forehead, Izuku tried to figure out how to gently burst Shouto's bubble. "Um…what other incidents have you found?"

"My older brother also funds and directs a theatre group for underprivileged youth." Shouto's eyes shone. "I knew Touya couldn't be a bad person as soon as I found out that he was helping mentor people who have trouble controlling their quirks. We both had a very difficult childhood and that brought out the worst in him, but deep down he's a kind person. It's cool that he's overcoming his past to help people."

Looking into those heterochromatic eyes, Izuku felt like he was about to kick a puppy. He couldn't tell Shouto the truth without breaking his own cover, and also breaking Shouto's heart. With a low moan, Izuku massaged his temples.

With concern, Shouto asked, "Do you have a headache?"

Izuku seized on the excuse. "Yeah, I'm feeling sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You should go home early," Shouto said. "Your health comes first. I'll tell my father."

"I'll take you up on that." Izuku stood up. He was grateful for the escape. Endeavor's opinion of him couldn't get any lower no matter how much he slacked off work.

As Izuku pushed open the front door, Dabi lay on the sofa eating potato chips and scrolling through his phone. The villain wore an All Might T-shirt that he'd borrowed from Izuku. The shirt had arrived in the mail too big to fit Izuku, but he could never bring himself to return All Might merchandise.

Dabi raised an eyebrow. "You're back early."

"I'm feeling sick."

"Couldn't handle my dad's toxic personality?"

"Something like that." Izuku assessed Dabi with his gaze. Despite being offered clean clothing and showers, Dabi had remained sweaty and greasy-haired. There was a ring of crumbs around his mouth. With a belch, Dabi adjusted his underwear. Izuku said, "I heard that you defeated a serial killer and an arsonist."

"Did I?" Dabi asked. "I attack everyone who annoys me, I suppose I was bound to get a criminal sooner or later."

Izuku said, "And you burned down a restaurant."

Dabi reached for another potato chip. "They shouldn't have gotten my order wrong."

"And you saved a priest's life."

"You mean I killed a priest. I thought that would look great on my résumé of evil deeds," Dabi said proudly.

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "You think he's dead?"

"His robes were on fire when I left," Dabi said. "Surely he must be dead. That one was my only successful murder—uh, forget you heard that. Clergyman are worth double points if you kill them, right?"

Just how bad was this fool at murder?! Izuku didn't even have the heart to tell Dabi that the one time he believed he'd succeeded, he'd accidentally saved someone's life. "Do you fund a theatre group for underprivileged children? That can't be right, where would you get the money?"

Dabi half-shrugged. "I failed every other audition, but that group took me in because I gave them money. My dance practice is way more important than clothing or eating." He scratched his ass crack.

It seemed outrageous to Izuku that someone as smart, talented, and overall perfect as Shouto would admire this piece of burnable trash. Maybe after Shouto had been failed by both his parents, he was desperate to believe that his older brother was a halfway decent human being. Shouto needed a positive adult role model in his life, which made Izuku all the more determined to keep him as far away from Dabi as possible. Izuku couldn't bear to see Shouto disappointed. Imagine how Shouto would feel if his older brother tried to kill him. It would be better if Shouto never had to face cold reality. Also, Izuku's cover would be destroyed because no one who spent more than five minutes with Dabi could believe that rigamarole about him helping a quirk support group.

Izuku headed for the stairs. "Please don't get crumbs on the sofa." This only received a neutral grunt in reply.

Dabi was another problem. At this point Izuku would have happily turned his villainous houseguest over to Miruko, but Dabi never left the house. Dabi seemed content to sit on Izuku's sofa and eat his food all day. Alas, Izuku could hardly call down the Rabbit Hero on his own location. Maybe if Izuku let the fridge empty out then eventually Dabi would go outside. Frankly Izuku was glad to kick the Dabi problem down the road when the Eri problem was far more urgent.

Izuku flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes. He saw sparks behind his eyelids. He needed to think up a plan, but his head hurt too much to concentrate. Perhaps a short nap would make him feel better.

Without even pulling the covers over himself, Izuku fell asleep easily.

The sound of the doorbell woke Izuku up. He groaned, forcing his groggy eyelids open.

From downstairs, Shouto called, "Midoriya, I brought stomach medicine and crackers. They should be easy to eat on a weak stomach. Hi, big brother."

Then came the sound of fire crackling.

Izuku took the stairs two at a time.

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: The Tragedy of U.S.J.

Tomura: Finally, I get to meet Eraserhead and ask for his autograph. Oh no, I'm blushing. Nomu, make Eraserhead not look at me. Ack! I didn't mean for you to crush Eraserhead's face against the ground! Nothing for it but to hit his head even harder and hope he develops amnesia.

Aizawa: (Lying on the ground bleeding) This is why I never meet my fans.

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Omake: Achievement Unlocked—Tomura and Spinner Friendship

Izuku: It's creepy that you hacked Spinner's online handle to find his real name.

Tomura: We play online games together. He's one of the only normal people in my party. I also play with a thief descended from Oji Haruma, two robbers, and a high school girl. I look up the identities of all my online friends to make sure I don't accidentally kill them in real life.

Izuku: I don't know if that's sweet or disturbing.

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Omake: In Which Izuku Joins the Heist

Izuku: Tomura, you can't steal Eraserhead's scarf. That's morally wrong. The money is going to charity!

Tomura: I heard that All Might added an old costume of his to the raffle.

Izuku: Whelp, now I have to help villains steal some hero merchandise. I'm being forced into this against my will. I have no choice whatsoever. Do you know which version of his costume?